Caleb 'the Prankster' Pt 1/?

Sigh I need a 2nd movie now

my sibling will kick your ass!

synopsis: in which shinichiro challenged keisuke’s sibling to a fight, not knowing that keisuke’s sibling was a pretty girl.

warnings: f!reader, baji!reader, semi-crack, shinichiro does not have game, fluff, comedy, baji is referred to as keisuke to prevent confusion.

wc: 2.2k

note/s: special thank you to @rizsu for beta-reading this i lob u kiss kiss!

“keisuke, what the hell happened to you?” you demand once you see your younger brother beaten and bruised. 

“‘s nothing, nee-san! don’t worry too much.” he waves it off as he runs off to his room, shutting the door immediately. 

you clicked your tongue, knowing that baji wouldn’t answer you yet again. this wasn’t the first time that your brother had come home with blood and bruises on his body, and frankly, you were sick of it. 

“you know… you really shouldn’t be worried too much about keisuke,” you hear your mom interrupt your thoughts as you feel her hand on your shoulder. “maybe this is his way of making friends.” 

“really, mom? being beaten up is his way of making friends?” you hear the door of keisuke’s room open and angry stomps coming closer to the two of you. 

“i was not beaten up! i beat them up.” “and you’re proud of yourself for that?!” if keisuke’s cheeks weren’t bloody from his fight, it would probably be because of your fingers due to how much you wanted to pinch it out of frustration. 

“relax, nee-san! i keep winning anyway.” keisuke said with a smug smile on his face. you pinched the middle of your brows, right elbow on top of your left wrist that crossed on your chest. 

“i’m getting real tired of this, keisuke. this is the second time this week.” “but nee-san, last week it was only three times so—” “that’s not the point, keisuke!“ your brother shut his mouth once he realizes that you were not playing around anymore. 

“from now on, i don’t want you coming home with any kind of bruises or cuts on your body, am i clear?” 

“nee-san–” “am i clear, keisuke?” “...yes, nee-san.” 

you clicked your tongue before placing a hand on his head. “keisuke, you can still have fun without having to resort to violence, you know this, right?” “yeah, sorry, nee-san. it won’t happen again.” you gave his head a pat before he went inside his room. 

your mom looked at you with an amused smile, which you chose to ignore. 

you’ll give keisuke the benefit of the doubt, besides, if keisuke said it won’t happen again, then it won’t happen again. 

“i can’t believe you let it happen again!” you say as you scolded your younger brother who looked anywhere but your eyes, embarrassment filled in his hazel eyes.

“nee-san–” “no, keisuke, you promised! and what did i hear about you joining a gang, are you out of your mind?!” 

“nee-san, it’s fine! we’ll be the best gang there is!” “keisuke, that is not the point! and what do you even know about running gangs?” 

“mikey’s older brother knows how! he taught us what to do and how to beat people up.” keisuke said proudly, unaware of the vein threatening to pop off your forehead. 

“and how old is this older brother you speak of?” keisuke shrugs. “‘dunno. probably 35? 45? never bothered to ask but he owns a bike shop.” 

“let me get this straight.” you say, brows pinched by your fingers, as if you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

“a grown, forty-five year old man, is teaching you how to run a gang? and you don’t see anything wrong with that?” keisuke dumbly shakes his head and you sighed. 

“let me talk to him.” “huh?!” “i said, let me talk to him. i’m not letting you join a fucking gang, keisuke.” 

“but nee-san–” “no. tell your friend’s older brother that i’m going to have a talk with him and i don’t fucking care if he brings his gang around.” you say, in a voice leaving no room for argument. keisuke said nothing, nodding his head, not knowing how tomorrow would end. 

“ah?” shinichiro’s eyebrow rose, a cigarette dangling from his lithe fingers as he puffed out the smoke he inhaled. 

“is that so?” “yeah, my sibling will kick your ass!” keisuke bragged, as he stood in front of shinichiro, the rest of toman surrounding them as shinichiro adjusted a few screws on the motorbike he was working on. 

“tell your sibling to bring his gang or whatever, tomorrow. three pm, i won’t back down from that provocation.” shinichiro replied and keisuke nodded. 

once confirmed, the rest of toman dispersed, leaving shinichiro in his shop alone, as they talked amongst themselves about what would happen tomorrow. 

“ne, baji.” kazutora elbows him. “ah?” the ravenette replies, the rest of toman in their own little world. 

“i didn’t know you had another sibling.” kazutora says, noting that he never saw someone else aside from you and your mom aside from baji whenever he slept over. 

“eh? i thought you and (y/n)-nee were close?”

“wait, so it’s (y/n)-nee-san?” keisuke nodded, confused. “who else would it be?”

“baji, you idiot! you set (y/n)-nee up!” kazutora wanted to punch his friend in the face when he continued to look confused. 

“ah, whatever. surely, shinichiro wouldn’t lay a hand on a girl.” kazutora mumbles. 

baji continued to not get what kazutora was referring to. the ravenette could only sigh, hoping that tomorrow wouldn’t have to resort to violence because he’s seen what shinichiro can do and he’s not so sure if you could handle it. 

”nee-san, i think you should back out.” “i can handle it, keisuke. my mind is not going to change.” 

you say as you push open the door to your house. keisuke feels conflicted; maybe he shouldn’t have overestimated you to shinichiro because the aforementioned is the leader of their gang, and as much as you annoy him, he’d never want to see you hurt. 

you pushed the glass doors of the shop opened, triggering the bell above the door as you stood by the bikes. with eyes glaring forward, you wait for the gangster to emerge out of the backrooms. 

“we’re closed.” a male voice calls out and you say nothing, walking up to the register and pressing on the bell that was on the desk. 

“i said, we’re closed!” the voice repeats, the tone turning a bit more hostile but you weren’t going to budge as you pressed on it once more. 

on the other side, shinichiro grits his teeth at the shrill sound of the bell, finding it annoying as he stands up. 

“you think that’s keisuke’s brother?” wakasa asks as he tinkers with his bike, shinichiro shrugs. 

“‘dunno, but that goddamn bell is annoying, i’m gonna go check it out.” shinichiro waves at his comrades before he leaves the curtain separating the backrooms and the desk. 

“can’t you fucking hear? i said we’re clo–” he stops once he sees you looking at him with a raised brow, looking very uninterested. 

the ravenette stops in his tracks because holy shit you were cute, and looked like a baddie too. he recognizes you as his neighbor that he’s seen only twice. you looked familiar, he couldn’t quite point it out.

“can i help you?” shinichiro asked, placing his hands behind his back as he gives a customer-service smile. 

you remain looking uninterested. “get your boss for me.” shinichiro blinks. 

“what?” you roll your eyes in response. “i said, get your boss for me.” shinichiro remains confused, he wants to further ask questions but he is met with you mumbling under your breath. 

“i…” shinichiro says calmly. “i am the boss, uh… this is my shop.” he gestures to the place and you stop your mumbles. 

you blinked confusedly, before your eyes narrowed once more. 

“very funny, pretty boy. tell your boss to stop fucking hiding and face me, i don’t give a shit if his gang would be waiting outside for me.” you declare, and shinichiro would’ve caught on to the fact that you were keisuke’s older sibling— he should’ve. 

with all the signs pointing towards a huge banner that said “i’m keisuke’s sibling!” he disregards every hint he was presented with because holy shit you called him pretty. 

you cleared your throat once you noticed him staring, not making a move before reiterating your previous question. 

“just get me your gang leader or whatever, i want to get this over with.” 

“listen, pretty, like i’ve told you the first time, i’m—” “nee-san!” his words were interrupted when the glass door opened and your younger brother barged in with his friends. 

“please don’t do this, i don’t want you to get hurt!” keisuke says, panting, as if he ran to get here on time. 

“kei, i told you, i’d be fine. and nothing’s happening, their boss is a fucking coward who can’t face me.” you said, pissed off at having your time wasted. 

“uh… nee-san?” you hummed in response. “you’re… already talking to him.” 

with a gasp, you turned back to the ravenette and slapped him across the face, catching him, and the other boys in the shop, off guard. 

“oh shit.” you hear someone, you think his name was draken whisper to mikey, who let out a laugh at what he just witnessed. 

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you yell to the ravenette who clasped his slapped cheek, head still tilted to the side. 

now shinichiro remembers, you were baji keisuke’s older sister, the cute neighbor he thought that he had imagined because he rarely saw you.

he turns to you with a menacing look in his eye. “the fuck? what’s wrong with you? why would you slap me?”

“boys, leave.” you turn towards the teens who were watching the scene. “but–” mikey tries to interject but shuts up when he sees your stern expression. “i said, leave.” 

“yes, nee-san!” 

you turn to shinichiro once the coast was clear. 

“why the hell are you letting thirteen year olds make a gang and teaching them how to beat people up?” before shinichiro could even respond, you continued. 

“a forty year old grown man like you shouldn’t instigate children's antics, creep!” 

“forty?! where the hell did you even get that information?” now you are confused, “that’s what keisuke said.”

the both of you didn’t know where this conversation was going, and shinichiro still couldn’t help but not be 100% focused on the topic because to him, you looked so hot when you were angry. 

he clears his throat. “no, i’m not fucking forty, clearly i don’t look forty.” he scoffs. “i’m twenty-five.” that makes a lot more sense. 

“and to answer your question, tell your brother to stop twisting the story because i didn’t tell them how to run a gang. i taught them self-defense, which is leagues away from beating people up.” shinichiro answers. 

shinichiro sighs, “clearly, there’s been some kind of altercation to his story because from what your brother told me, you’d beat me up.” 

you sighed, everything seems to be adding up now, you wanted to smack keisuke upside the head for stirring the story for the sake of conflict. 

“no. i said i’d give you a piece of my mind.” “how ‘bout giving me your number instead?” 

“what?” “what?” 

you looked at him, with an expression as if asking him if he were serious. 

“out of all times, you chose now to flirt with me?” shinichiro tries to play dumb. “why are you assuming i want to take you out on a date?”

“i never said that.” “shit.” he mumbles, knowing that he blew his chances with a pretty girl and that he probably embarrassed himself. 

he’s about to believe wakasa’s words that he had no rizz and take a walk of shame back to the back rooms where his friends were waiting for him. 

speaking of which, they didn’t even come out or take a peek even once to check up on him. 

his thoughts were interrupted by a giggle. 

“what did you say your name was again, sano-kun?” “...shinichiro.” 

“give me your phone, shinichiro.” he wasted no time in handing you his phone, you bit back a laugh, but you can see that the scary gang leader that keisuke was talking about was severely overhyped and that you got mad over nothing. 

you sighed as you typed the final numbers of your contact in his phone and clutched it to your chest before looking him right in the eye. 

“you better take care of keisuke for me.” you say before handing him his phone. shinichiro nods. 

“i’ll treat him like i treat mikey, you don’t need to worry about a thing.” “...somehow that makes me worry even more.” the both of you laugh before you nod back to him in parting. 

“alright, i feel somewhat assured. i’ll get going now.” you dipped your head slightly. “wait!” shinichiro stops you from turning around. 

“let me walk you home.” 

“don’t you have to close up shop?” before shinichiro can respond, you see two men emerging from the backroom and clasping the ravenette on his shoulder. 

“benkei and i’ll take care of it.” wakasa said, pushing shinichiro towards your direction. “make sure your future girlfriend gets home safe.” 

your faces warmed at the teasing but neither of you said anything as you walked away, finding easy conversations on the way home. 

meanwhile, your younger brothers were rejoicing over the fact that they’ll soon be brother-in-laws and the rest of toman just want them to shut up because that’s all they’ve been talking about since you told them to go outside. 

Caleb 'the Prankster' Pt 1/?

Who is unable to keep their hands still for 2 seconds.

Caleb didn't use to feel relief whenever he returned to his home. When you live alone, when nobody was there to greet him at the door, what did it matter? Caleb was incapable of being happy without a certain someone by his side.

"Honey, I'm home!" But things are different now. Caleb didn't have to worry about stepping into his home to find cold, dark rooms. The one girl who held the key to his heart was with him now. Nothing mattered besides that.

So, Caleb doesn't care that he was exhausted. His body craves to flop into his bed and sink into his mattress for a week. But Caleb doesn't even consider it. Not when he's been waiting to see you for all these weeks.

Caleb sweeps you off your feet as you come to greet him. His strong arms, though tired, hold you effortlessly. Burrowing his nose in her hair he breathes in your sweet scent. The relief he felt while smelling the real her instead of simply smelling her perfume that he takes with him on business trips was unparalleled.

"Have you been taking care of yourself?" Caleb murmurs into your soft hair, his cheek nuzzling the top of your head. His warm hands, still covered by his leather gloves, rub up and down the small of your back.

Caleb pulls away enough to look into your beautiful face. Your adorable cheeks look thinner than he remembers. That won't do. Caleb loves to squish your cute chipmunk cheeks whenever he can. He couldn't trust that you took care of yourself properly when he wasn't around.

"It looks like you've lost weight. Didn't I text you every day to remind you to eat three meals?" Caleb scolds lightly. Setting you gently on your feet Caleb makes his way to the kitchen.

"I'll make something filling for you."

He will save us in the end🗣️‼️

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The phrase does not belong to Ultraman Rising, but at the end of the day, Ultraman is Ultraman... and it is too iconic

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ken sato, the beautiful man you are

Man idk how to draw a motorcycle ignore that LMAO

Here a Caleb WIP, It will be uncensored on my Twitter/X @cheeselucky3

hello author! i hope ur doing good! i would like to request a scenario wherein the dad!lads are leaving for work but their little ones don’t want them to go while clutching onto their legs. how would each of them react in that situation? i need more domestic dad! lads huhuhu thank u <3

Papa Don't Go!- The Love And DeepSpace Men

featuring ( in order ): xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb genre: fluff fluff summary: their child(ren) cling onto their leg before they go to work a/n: hihi anonnie! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i hope you're doing good to luv! no rafayel's were harmed in the writing process of this (°ロ°) i hope you this was alright and that you enjoy reading! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

The front door creaks open with a groan, making it echo through the quiet house. The noise was enough to stir your son from his peaceful nap. His little eyelids fluttered open, still heavy with so much sleep as he rubbed them with his chubby little fists. He thinks he must’ve slept for a while, and hearing the door open, that means Papa Xavier must be heading to work!

With the tiniest yawn, he carefully slipped out of the low bed, his small feet barely making a sound as they padded softly across the floor. Still half asleep, he staggered toward the door, sleepily shuffling as he wandered out of the room.

The creaky front door creaks loudly as it swings open, echoing through the quiet house. The noise stirred your son from his nap, his little eyelids fluttered open, still heavy with so much sleep as he rubbed them with his small, chubby fists.

Sleepily, your son pads across the floor, his tiny feet making soft thuds as he reaches Xavier’s side. He tugs at the hem of Xavier’s pants, “Papa stay?” He asked with a sleepy smile.

Xavier’s heart melted at the sight. He crouched down to meet his son’s gaze, brushing his large hand gently through his soft, disheveled hair. “I wish I could..But I have to go. You can stay with mommy, okay? Let’s get you back to mom-” Before he can even finish his sentence, he feels a tiny weight against his leg, his son’s arm wrapping around his calf. Xavier’s breath hitched as his son tried to tighten and he looked down to see his little boy with the most adorably pitiful pout.

“noo..stay with me and mama..” His voice muffled as he hid his face in his pants uniform.

Xavier froze for a moment, his chest tightening. He couldn’t help but smile through the lump that had formed in his throat. “I have to go, but it won’t take long. I promise.” He murmurs, leaning down to gently peel the boy off his leg, but pauses when he hears light snoring.

Xavier let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. Carefully, he scoops his son into his arms and carries him back to bed, where you were still sleeping peacefully. He tucks you both in, pressing a kiss to your forehead before finally turning back to the door.

Zayne:

Getting to work had become manageable to say so at the least. Zayne had mastered the art of slipping out of your iron grip each morning that was refined over time. But with a new addition to the family, mornings had grown a little more difficult. He’d started leaving an hour earlier just in case there were any tears that spilled and some clinging that he assumes that she gets from you.

However, nothing could have prepared him for this morning.

Just as he reached for the front door, tiny feet pads quickly toward him and tiny arms wrap tightly around his legs, keeping him frozen in place.

“papa, don’t go..” came a soft, sleepy whine. Her voice was muffled against his pant leg, her eyes were barely open, but surprisingly, her little hands grasped him tightly. He sighed, his chest tightening as he closed his eyes for a moment before kneeling to her level.

“My love,” he murmurs gently, brushing a few wild strands of hair from her face. “I have to go. It’s too early for you to be awake right now. You should be sleeping.” he tried to gently unwind her arms from his legs, but the moment he did, she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him even tighter. The sudden squeeze made him let out a soft, surprised chuckle.

“Can I go with you?” she asked, her lower lip trembling. He smiles softly, shaking his head as he places a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m afraid you’re not on my shift today,” he said with a quiet laugh. “You’re scheduled to stay here and be with your mother.”

She clung to him, blinking up at him as she thinks for a moment. “Can you make sure to take care of her while I’m gone?”

She hesitates for a moment, then gives him a solemn little nod as if accepting a very important mission. He held her close for one last hug before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her back to bed. He tucked her gently beside you.

Leaning down, he presses a kiss to her forehead, then yours. And with one last look, he slipped out the door, hoping the day would finish quickly.

Rafayel:

Rafayel crouches down, arms wide open as his kids run straight into them. He scoops them up into a group hug, squeezing them close as he presses soft kisses to the tops of their heads, letting out a heavy sigh after.

“I’m sorry my little guppies..papa has to go now.” His voice tinged with sadness.

He stood up slowly as if the act of physically parting from his family weighed him down, which it in fact did. Tonight, he was off to an exclusive art exhibition—one to which only artists and collectors were invited. He wished to bring you and the kids along, but Thomas had made it clear, no guests.

As he makes his way to the door, one of his kids jumped at him from behind while the other two rushed in from either side and wrapped themselves tightly around his legs.

“You-!”

“WAHHHH DON’T GO PAPAA,” one of them wails, their voice quivering. “Yeah! Don’t go!” Another joins, clinging even tighter to his pant leg.

Rafayel gasps, wobbling unsteadily. “Wait..my legs-!” He staggers, then drops dramatically to his knees, the child on his back now riding his shoulders. You watch from the back, already knowing where this is going. This isn’t the first time the kids have staged something like this to keep Rafayel home.

Raf groans again, throwing the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. “Oh no..I think I twisted something..my ankle..yeah, it’s definitely sprained..I can’t go to work now..”

The kids gasped. One let out a delighted, “YAYYY” clearly only hearing the part about him not going to work. The other frowns, eyes wide with concern. “Are you okay, papa?” She asks softly, patting his legs as if it were to make him feel better. “Does this help?”

He groans a little louder, but hides the corner of his mouth that’s curling into a smile. “I think..I think I should stay home with my guppies today. What do you guys think?”

Instantly, cheers erupted, and tiny arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace. He was quickly buried under a pile of laughter and squeals, not caring how mad Thomas was going to be tonight.

Sylus:

“sweetie-”

“no.”

This had been going on for at least five minutes. Sylus had to hand it to her—his daughter was nothing if not persistent. She stood firm in what she thought was right while clinging stubbornly to his pant leg like it would hold him down.

If she kept this up for a while longer, Sylus would’ve started to accept the fact that his daughter might actually win this round. It was quite adorable that she thinks she’s able to stop him, and in a way, she kind of was. She was one of his soft spots, just like you. He was honestly impressed.

With a chuckle, he closed his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His little dove is just like her mother. “You really don’t want to make this easy for me, hm?”

She met his gaze and gave a fierce little adorable nod, her white pigtails bouncing. “Well, how about a deal? What’s it going to take for you to let go?”

“Stay.” She says softly, tilting her head. “Mommy and I will be sad if you go to work.” Her voice softened into a pout, eyes wide.

Sylus’s smile deepened, “Sweetie,” he said gently, “Mommy’s strong even when I’m not here. Do you think you can be strong like her? Just for a little while?”

She hesitates for a moment, lips twitching as she considers it. Slowly, her arms uncurl from his leg. “Okay, papa..” she murmurs, looking away, defeatedly. Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

With a soft sigh, he cups her small cheeks with his large hands, thumb brushing over her skin. “Hey..Since you were so good..” He said teasingly, “How about I bring back something special for you?” Her eyes immediately lit up.

“And for mommy too?!” She bounced, clapping her little hands. Sylus richly laughs, pulling her into his arms to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head. Maybe that love she has for you is a part of him that she carries.

“Of course.”

Caleb:

Caleb chuckles when he feels the sudden grip of small arms wrap tightly around his legs. “Hey, c’mon, don’t make this harder for your old pops,” he says with a soft laugh, adjusting the brim of his colonel’s cap.

He bends slightly, reaching down to ruffle their hair, but both kids turn their faces into his legs, refusing to let go. A smile curls on his lips, his eyes fluttering closed for just a second. These are the moments that remind him that he’s done something right as a father.

“Alright, alright, you guys got me,” he says, playing along. “So..what’ll it take to get clearance for takeoff?”

The two exchange a glance as identical grins break across their faces. “Let’s do airplanes again, Dad!” his son shouts. “Yeah! Lift us up, daddy!” his daughter joins in.

Caleb lifts them both up into the air with ease. They squeal and giggle, their laughter echoing throughout the house as they soar around the living room. Caleb grins wide, watching them float, their fingertips grazing the ceiling.

“This is your captain speaking,” he announces in his nice pilot voice. “Captain Caleb is assisting two very important co-pilots on their path.” They glide and spin around the air until, with his careful guidance, they come in for a soft landing in your waiting arms.

“Wha-dad!” his son protests, attempting to be free from your arms, only to be gently held back by a gravitational nudge.

Caleb approaches, ruffling their hair before planting a kiss on each little forehead. “Alright, co-pilots,” he says, crouching to meet their eyes. “Your mission now is to stay on land with mom while I keep my eyes on the sky. Think you can handle that?” The children hesitate, then nod slowly.

He straightens, meeting your eyes. “I'll be home soon. I promise.” His hand lingers on your cheek as he gives you a long, lingering kiss.

From below, you both, two small voices groan in unison. “ewwww!” He chuckles against your lips, pulling back with a grin on his face. Even pilots need a little fuel before takeoff.

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