Mar 14, 2025
✈ — weightless paradise
transmigrated non-mc!reader x caleb
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✈ — weightless paradise
transmigrated non-mc!reader x caleb
series masterlist. | ao3
UYYY PHILIPPINES!!! 🔥🇵🇭🔥🇵🇭🔥🇵🇭 PHILIPPINES!! 🇵🇭🔥🇵🇭🔥🇵🇭
Anyway, I wanted to ask if your up for making hcs for all the boys? Or atleast for Caleb, Zayne, and Sylus hehe
Prompt: Introducing your boyfriend to your family at a cliche filipino party hehe so you got the nosy titas, energetic younger pinsans, and the titos hogging the karaoke machine and drinking before lunch barely starts.
Feel free to ignore this or do whatever you want with the idea. I'm just really excited to find another filo lads fan 🥹💖
Ingat and stay hydrated!! (JUSKO PO NAPAKA INIT PARANG AKONG BARBEQUE INIIHAW SA LABAS)
🍓 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ introducing him to your filipino family ── ★ !!
featuring: sylus, caleb, xavier, rafayel, zayne
note/s: ayy thank u so much for reaching out and super sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for a month 😭 it's been staring at me like a neglected tupperware in the fridge but anyway here i am finally replying LMAO bro ur family is never gonna let u break up with any of them LMAO good luck 😭😭😭
── 𐔌 SYLUS ؛ ଓ
si sylus yung mukhang bad boy na lowkey intimidating pero mabait sa bata kaya biglang magiging fan favorite
si tita baby: "alam mo nung high school ako nakipag date rin ako sa isang bad boy eh... kaso iniwan ako..." (habang may hawak na red horse)
sylus, deadpan: "… sorry to hear that po."
brings imported chocolate or some fancy snack from abroad tas ubos in 0.2 seconds kasi dinumog ng mga bata
sumubok mag-karaoke kahit alam niyang sintunado 😭 "tito ano next song?"
mga pinsan mo: "UY BAD TRIP KA SYLUS HINDI YAN YUNG TUNOG NG 'BAKIT PA BA' NI JAY R!!"
after the party habang nag-aayos ng gamit biglang lalapit si tita baby: "wag mong saktan yung pamangkin ko ha? kasi pag sinaktan mo…" (may hawak na tsinelas)
sylus, with a small smile: "opo, tita."
── 𐔌 CALEB ؛ ଓ
bro’s already part of the fam at this point. like as soon as he steps in, he's giving out mano to the titos and titas. your lola LOVES him.
every time he visits, someone asks him to fix their electric fan or their car. like hindi pa siya nakaka-upo, may tatlong pinsan na nakaabang with “kuya kuya tulong naman sa...”.
tito na lasing at 3 PM: "kaya mo bang lumipad ng lasing ha?"
caleb: "uh... hindi po advisable yun tito." (deadpan face pero polite pa rin 😭)
all the younger pinsans follow him around kasi "kuya caleb!! kuya caleb!! can you make a paper airplane?? kuyaaa!!!" 😭
the titas are already planning the wedding kahit kaka-meet pa lang niya sa family 😭💀 "sayang naman kung hindi mo papakasalan yan, ha!"
kuya caleb helping out sa handaan kahit hindi siya pinapagalaw, like girl he’s at the grill, checking the isaw like a pro
── 𐔌 XAVIER ؛ ଓ
literally nasa sulok buong party, nakasalampak sa isang plastic na monobloc chair
mukha na siyang inaantok kahit kakadating niyo pa lang 😭
"xavier gusto mo ba ng coke?"
xavier, barely awake: "sige po." (pero hindi naman niya iniinom kasi nakatulog na siya 😭)
may batang tatabi sa kanya tas makikitulog na rin siya doon 😭
titas are like "ay ang cute naman ng boyfriend mo pero... okay lang ba siya??"
"ganito lang po talaga siya." 😭
pagkatapos ng party ikaw yung nag-aalalay sa kanya habang half-asleep siya, tas mga tita mo: "pakasalan mo na yan para maalagaan mo siya forever!"
xavier, still half-asleep: "okay lang naman." (???)
── 𐔌 RAFAYEL ؛ ଓ
"painter ka???" – "oo po." – "nako, may pera ba dyan?"
then they find out na HE'S RICH AS HELL and they’re like "ahhhhhh ibang usapan na to!!" 😭
rafayel looking all pretty and composed in some crisp linen shirt tas yung mga titos like "anong medium mo? oil? acrylic?" (as if they know art)
then the titas see his hands, all stained with faint traces of paint, tas biglang "naku, artist talaga, alam mong hardworking!!"
rafayel looking slightly uncomfortable habang pinapalibutan siya ng curious titas but he’s smiling politely (pogi pa rin kahit awkward 😭)
one of the titas asks if he can paint her portrait, and he’s like "sure po" tapos yung buong barangay magpapalista na rin 😭
he brings some fancy dessert like "oh, i picked this up from paris last week." 😭 tas ur tita’s like "naku anak, ang swerte mo naman!!"
ur lola IMMEDIATELY asks "mayaman ba pamilya niya?" tas u gotta be like "lola…" 😭
one of the younger cousins asks him to draw something and he just… whips out a full art piece in like 10 mins?? tas the kids are losing their minds 😭
ur titas are hovering over his shoulder like "ang galing!! dapat ikaw na mag-design ng mga debut invitation!!"
he just quietly sits in a corner and sketches the chaos of the party. later u see the drawing and he’s drawn u laughing w ur family… AND UR HOLDING HIS HAND IN THE DRAWING??
── 𐔌 ZAYNE ؛ ଓ
the moment mo i-introduce as a doctor?? instant favoritism
"anong specialization mo?"
"ah cardiology po."
"NAKU YUNG TATAY KO MAY HYPERTENSION!! ZAYNE ANAK MAY CHECK UP KA BA BUKAS??"
titas already setting up an appointment na parang wala siyang sariling ospital 😭
tita baby: "alam mo pag doktor talaga, jackpot ka na dyan iha!!"
every convo with a tita goes like:
"Dok, anong mabisang gamot sa ano..."
"Dok, yung asawa ko may maintenance, ano pong maganda..."
kahit gusto niyang umupo in peace, ang ending may mini-consultation booth na siya sa tabi ng pancit bihon.
ended up giving free medical advice halfway through lunch 😭😭 "Uminom po kayo ng tubig, wag masyado sa chicharon ha… Ah, may maintenance meds po ba kayo?"
hindi na siya makalabas ng sala kasi may pila ng tito at tita na nagpapacheckup na parang clinic 💀
"Dok, may kilala ka bang pwedeng magpa-check ng blood pressure ng mura?"
super chill lang si zayne habang may batang humihila ng manggas niya asking him if he's a superhero 😭
nagbibigay ng medical advice sa tabi ng karaoke machine habang si tito jojo kinakanta yung "MY WAY" sa top volume tas walang pumipigil kasi baka magalit si tito 😭
after party: bigla mong maririnig sa isang tita "yung zayne na yun... dapat pakasalan mo na yun ha?"
🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ the most optimal way to hug
— synopsis: it's too hot, but you want to keep hugging caleb. luckily, you know the most optimal way to hug.
— note/s: literal na lutong-luto na ako. para akong nilagay sa kalan tapos tinakpan ng takip. di na nga air fryer to bro sunog-levels na. i JUST stepped outside for five minutes and i swear i felt my soul leaving my body. yung electric fan? useless. parang lang siyang sinampal ako ng mainit na hangin. "oh gusto mo ba ng hangin? o eto, lasang impyerno!!" braah ang init talaga gr LIKE BRO. I STEPPED on this innocent-looking banig sa sementeryo as in, "oh wow, ganda ng view, tahimik dito, imissyoulolo" TAPOS BIGLANG BLAZING CIRCLE OF PAIN. BAKIT PARANG I NAPAKO SA KRUS NG KALDERETA??? barefoot ako syempre respectfullll. tapos BOOM. pag-apak ko, kinuyog ako ng init. hindi ako nakiramay AKO 'yung nilibing. pinadala ako ni banig sa kabilang buhay. BRO I LOOKED AT THE SKY LIKE "lord, si lolo po yung dinalaw ko, bakit ako yung sinusundo?" and syempre, pinilit kong hindi mag-react in front of my fam like, "hmm yes, solemn moment, deep thoughts" rest in peace sa talampakan ko. kasama ka na kay lolo.
🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ kuya caleb, libre mo 'ko!
— synopsis: you’re the same age, but that’s not stopping you from milking the “kuya” card if it means caleb’s buying you kwek-kwek after class.
— note/s: live laugh love kuya caleb... i love filipinizing him guys i need more filo caleb content
🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ikaw lang
— synopsis: caleb is back, but he's different. he looks the same, talks the same—but something about him feels just out of reach, like a melody you can’t quite remember. the boy who used to piggyback you home, who cut apples for you without complaint, who always found a way to annoy and protect you in equal measure—he's not here anymore. and yet, as you watch him silently peel an apple, his hands steady and sure, you realize something. you still want him. even if he’s changed. even if he's not the same. because no matter what, he’s never leaving you again.
— note/s: first post on tumblr im a bit intimidated HAHA wrote this while listening to ikaw lang by nobita and also realized i NEED filo caleb. save me filo caleb save me I NEED TO WRITE A FILO COLLEGE/HS AU OF HIM SO BAD
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caleb has changed, you realize grimly.
he sounds the same, looks the same, talks the same—
but he's not your caleb.
he's not the same caleb who used to piggyback you home after school, he's not the same caleb who would use you as his fake girlfriend to ward off his fangirls, he's not the same caleb who would slice apples for you because you would always complain about being lazy... no.
when you look at this man's—this stranger's—face, you do not see your caleb. you see fleet colonel caleb of the farspace fleet, you see a soldier hardened by war, a man who has seen too much and lost even more.
"—pipsqueak? pipsqueakk— earth to pipsqueak? oh, there she is! hello, what has gotten you so out of it? you're staring, y'know."
caleb raises an eyebrow, leaning back against the kitchen counter like he belongs there. like this is normal. like you haven’t been standing here, silently cataloging every little thing that’s different about him.
"am i?" you blink, tilting your head, feigning ignorance. "you sure it’s not you just being self-conscious?"
"as if," he scoffs, and there—there it is. a glimpse of him, of the boy you knew, the boy who used to flick your forehead whenever you got too smug.
but then it’s gone, swallowed up by something older, something colder.
his fingers tap against the counter, a steady rhythm. you used to recognize all his nervous habits. the way he’d scratch the back of his neck when lying, the way his nose scrunched when he was about to say something stupid. this? this tapping? you don’t know this one.
"well?" he prompts. "you gonna tell me why you’re looking at me like i grew a second head?"
"you’d be lucky if that happened. then you’d have twice the brain cells," you retort automatically. safe. easy. the kind of banter you used to have.
it works. he rolls his eyes, lips twitching like he wants to smirk. "real original. you workshopping that one while zoning out?"
you shrug, moving to the fridge. "maybe."
his eyes follow you. you feel them, just like you feel the weight of his presence in this space that suddenly feels too small. he was gone for so long, and now he’s here, standing in your kitchen like nothing’s changed.
like everything hasn’t.
"you still eat those awful store-bought apple slices?" he asks, nodding toward the fridge.
"mm. got tired of cutting them myself."
he exhales sharply—something between a laugh and a sigh. "figures. lazy as ever."
you expect him to leave it at that, but then, before you can process it, he’s reaching for the fruit bowl on the counter. a knife glints in his hand, and for a second, your breath catches. not because you’re afraid—no, never of him—but because of how he holds it.
not with the careless ease of someone cutting fruit. but with the precise grip of a soldier trained to kill.
a second too late, he seems to realize it too. his fingers shift, adjusting to something more casual, more familiar.
"still want them peeled?" he asks, tone too light.
you force yourself to breathe. "obviously."
he hums. starts peeling. his movements are too smooth, too calculated, but for a moment, if you squint, you can almost pretend.
almost.
he hands you a slice without looking up. you take it.
it tastes the same.
you chew slowly, watching him, waiting for something—anything—that feels real.
his gaze flickers to yours, unreadable. then, softer, quieter—
"good?"
the apple sits heavy on your tongue.
you swallow.
"yeah."
you chew, swallow, and place the half-eaten slice on the counter. caleb watches, waiting for something—maybe for you to complain about how the pieces aren’t cut evenly like you used to. but you don’t. you just stare at him, this version of him, and you realize something.
you still want him.
not just the boy he used to be—the one who would throw you over his shoulder just to prove he could, the one who’d grumble about being your fake boyfriend but always played the part too well. no, you want this caleb, too. the one who stands before you now, heavier with the weight of things unsaid, carrying shadows you don’t recognize.
your fingers twitch, and before you can overthink it, you reach out. you expect him to flinch when you press your palm against his wrist—his grip tightens just slightly around the knife, but he doesn’t pull away.
"caleb." you say his name like an answer to a question neither of you have asked.
his jaw tightens. he sets the knife down, slow and deliberate. when he finally looks at you, his eyes are searching, guarded—but underneath it, there’s something raw. something afraid.
"i know," he says. and it’s barely a whisper, but you hear everything. the guilt, the exhaustion, the hesitation.
you exhale. "i never said anything."
"you don’t have to." his lips press into a thin line. "i can tell."
you consider denying it, telling him he’s being dramatic, but you’re tired of pretending. so instead, you squeeze his wrist, grounding him.
"it’s okay," you say quietly. "if you’re no longer the same caleb I knew."
his breath hitches. you feel it more than you hear it.
"because either way—" you tighten your grip, firm, unwavering, "you’re never leaving me again."
his body stills. like he’s waiting for the catch, for the conditions, for something that makes this feel less like a promise and more like a fleeting moment he can let slip through his fingers.
but you don’t take it back.
caleb swallows. his free hand twitches at his side, like he wants to reach for you but doesn’t know if he’s allowed to.
"say it again," he murmurs, voice barely above a breath.
you step closer. "you’re never leaving me again. i won't let you."
this time, he exhales shakily, as if he’s been holding his breath for years. and then—finally—he rests his forehead against yours.
neither of you move.
the apples sit forgotten on the counter.
(caleb drops a bag onto the counter with a dull thud.
you glance at it, then at him. “what’s this?”
“apples,” he says, already rolling up his sleeves.
you blink. “they’re not pre-cut.”
“no shit,” he snorts, pulling out a knife. "figured you were overdue for the real thing.”
you watch as he starts peeling—smooth, practiced movements, no hesitation. he still holds the knife like a soldier, but his hands are steady, deliberate. for you.
a slice appears in front of your face. you take it without a word. it tastes fresher, sweeter.
he smirks. “better than that store-bought crap?”
you chew, swallowing down something thick in your throat, replacing it with something lighter in your chest.
“…yeah.”)
🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ when u come back
— synopsis: you call him home without meaning to, and caleb holds onto it like a promise—because even if neither of you says it outright, you already belong to each other.
— note/s: so i wrote an essay for my english class abt caleb. turns out i wrote the WRONG kind of essay. so i had to write another one. pure suffering but its caleb so all is acceptable!!
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— weightless paradise
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— weightless paradise
transmigrated non-mc!reader x caleb
prev ch: 25 - necklace┆series masterlist ┆next ch: 27 - farewell
This isn’t how the game was supposed to go. You're not supposed to be here. You're an anomaly. But if you’re already here, then… can’t you just enjoy it for now? Just for a little while? Before the main story begins? Before everything inevitably falls into place? ...Right?
cross-posted on ao3! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡