So i saw this post by @miracu-lois and i thought it would totally makes sense if Plagg has the same humour as Salem. I loved that show so much i remember watching every single episode. Salem was my favorite character. Click to read the captions.
i saw something (can’t remember if it was a gifset’s caption or just a textpost and im too lazy to scroll and check so) talking about moms potentially finding about all the songs brandon’s written for callie and i’m here to make it a one shot so here ya go
prompt: mom’s discover the true basis of brandon’s songs
word count: 1104
“Every Last One”
Shortly after the family returned home from the hellish day at Anchor Beach (that might have included an excessively bitter ex with a gun and a lockdown,) Stef and Lena sat another crisis down in the living room, preparing the anxious teens for the battle that was about to ensue with side-glares and disappointed sighs.
“I’m so screwed, Brandon,” Callie whispered, staring at her fidgeting hands.
“No you’re not. If anyone’s truly screwed, it’s me.” Brandon assured her with a long sigh in his favour. “I’ll probably be disowned.”
Lena sat across from them first as Stef did another sweep of Mariana’s room, since her youngest daughter had apparently heard a shuffling in her closet and could swear there was a ‘shadowy-figure-thing’ inside a minute prior.
“We’re not going to be yelling at each other or disowning anyone, so calm down,” Lena looked at the two of them. Brandon gulped and felt his face heat up in embarrassment. Soon enough, his focus was on his nervous, clammy hands too. “But this is … This is a huge deal. It’s such a huge deal, you two…” she said, her voice weak. It wasn’t hard to tell that this sudden confession had already began tearing her apart.
“Alright, it wasn’t anything, as I suspected. She’s just … Shaken up, I guess,” Stef said as she skipped the last step on the stairs and walked into the living room to sit beside Lena. She didn’t look at Brandon or Callie.
“That’s good – I mean, that no one was there, not that she’s shaken up. Anyway,” Lena sighed. “We need to talk.”
“Yeah,” Stef nodded, still not exchanging eye contact with either of the teens. “We do.”
“… We’re sorry,” Brandon spoke up first. “We never would have done if it–”
“If you knew the adoption wasn’t on the line, yes, we know, we’ve heard it all before.” Stef snapped and crossed her arms. Her and the kids were like magnets facing each other; opposing the other’s closeness at all costs, fumbling around when held too close but ultimate face the fate of being pushed together by a greater force. (AKA Lena)
“Stef,” Lena placed her hand at the small of her wife’s back. “Let’s not get hostile. We need to have a rational discussion. This is a big problem, nothing will be solved by snapping and yelling at them … We don’t want them running away or anything, do we?”
Callie almost sneered at Lena but she remembered her place at the moment. To sit still and be quiet, to not have anything to say. To take whatever was thrown at her and explain as best she could why she did what she did.
But no matter how much she got, whether or not she deserved it, she would never title what she and Brandon did as a mistake.
“I would never,” Is what Callie sufficed, trying to climb back up the steep cliff she’d seemed to throw herself off of. “We would never. Please don’t think I’d ever run away from you again,”
Brandon nodded in agreement with Callie. “I wouldn’t run either,” he added. “At least not too far away…” he mumbled. Callie nudged him hard and scowled.
“Well, that’s reassuring,” Lena said sarcastically, pushing her hair back and huffing. Stef held back a snort and put her hand on Lena’s shoulder.
“Sarcasm isn’t an equivalent to rational either, love,” she said. Lena nodded and apologized to Brandon and Callie.
“That’s okay,” Callie said quietly.
“So…” Stef began, leaning over on her elbows. “You two were … Seeing each other when you were in Girls United? All that time ago?”
Callie nodded, swallowing the lump that’d developed in her throat. “Um, yes…”
“What happened, then? Did you just,” Stef stopped herself and shut her eyes tightly as to collect her thoughts. “Keep going? Until the adoption?”
“No no no,” Callie said hurriedly. “We stopped, I swear to you, we did. We uh – well um, I… I broke things off at your dad’s funeral…”
Lena glanced over at Stef, awaiting an outburst but only receiving a long, stressed sigh. “Then what happened? How did you end up … Sleeping together?” Stef cringed at her phrasing, but she couldn’t take it back.
“… Well um, uh …” Callie hesitated telling them about their little incident at the fundraiser. It is, really, how things started firing back up again, but she could easily lie and say it was old, old feelings resurfacing. But what would more lying accomplish? An even heavier weight on her shoulders. “We – I mean, again … I kissed him at the fundraiser and after that I … I don’t know … Old feelings came back all the sudden and they wouldn’t slow down …”
“But you were with AJ,” Lena pointed out.
“Not really…” Callie said lowly.
“God … It was happening for so long, right under our noses,” Stef breathed. “B might as well have screamed off the rooftops in a song of his about all of this…”
Brandon opened up his mouth to speak but immediately closed it again. Callie froze in place. Shit, shit shit.
Stef chuckled to herself, but when seeing Brandon’s awkward and uncomfortable demeanour, she stopped, automatically turning stoic. “… What?” she murmured. “You didn’t, B,”
“I didn’t scream them off of the rooftops,” he corrected. “… I sang them to people.”
“Oh my god,” Stef gasped and rubbed her face. “Your songs are about her?”
“Well, not every last one … But a few.”
“Which songs, Brandon.”
“Oh, uh,” Brandon coughed, glancing over to Callie and scooting farther away. “Uh, Outlaws?”
“Which one is that?” Lena asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
“Right, you don’t know that one, uh,”
Stef’s eyes widened and she guffawed. “There are ones we don’t know about?! What the hell is this! Was your whole ‘relationship’ High School Musical or something?!”
“Speaking of musical, uh, some of um … R&J’s songs were, um…”
“You’re kidding me,” Lena breathed. Callie buried her face in her hands.
“… AlsotheIdyllwildpiece,” Brandon blurted, his words jumbled but still decipherable. Stef was gawking at them.
“We’re living with Finn and Rachel,” Stef said with a dry, bitter laugh. “This is freakin’ ridiculous. We’re living with Glee, Lena. Glee.”
I’m literally dying at how many people hate #mirame. you all know that there’s a wide range of colors in the hispanic/latinx world right? saying someone is too ‘white passing’ is disgusting and I’m sorry you feel the need to intrude on something like this. find a hobby maybe?
it took me a long time to really embrace my heritage because I was constantly surrounded by people telling me that mexicans were poor and lazy and stupid. and yet here I am almost done with my first year of college and a good paying job and a loving family.
literally all we wanted to do was take back a holiday that has people getting drunk as hell wearing plastic sombreros and stupid mustaches with the caption “cinco de drinko” on all their instagram pictures when it really should be commemorating an unlikely victory for the mexican army during the revolution. but they don’t teach you that in school.
Ok I’m doing this again because the other post got lost somewhere on my blog and I’m too lazy to go find it oops anyway which is a bummer since it had a lot of notes but oh well
I know I have so many wonderful followers but I haven’t talked to many of you and I’d love to follow back so reblog this if you’d be really excited if I followed you! Bonus points for cute tags/added captions because I looOoOve making you guys happy :))