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The One

request:  Can you do an imagine where you and shawn are hanging out with his family and you’re talking to his sister or someone and shawn just looks at you and realizes that you were the one for him. Thanks!!

a/n: the title doesn’t even relate i never say the words “the one” in this it’s just in the request. also it’s short but it’s pretty sweet


You and Aaliyah were sitting next to the pool, with your legs dipped in, talking about who-knows-what. Shawn had invited you over for some barbeque his dad wss throwing, and you can never deny a trip to your boyfriend’s house- especially since they had a pool and it was incredibly hot outside.

Shawn was with his dad at the grill, talking about nothing in particular, but he wasn’t really listening. He was watching you intereact with his sister, and his heart was pounding so hard he was sure his father could hear it. Shawn blinked and noticed his father was trying to get his attention. “Hmm?”

“Are you ok? Feelin’ good?” Manny asked, worried about his son. He had gotten back from Europe just a few days ago, but he seemed over the jet lag.

“Um, Dad? How did you know you were going to propose to Mom?” He asked, and Manny nearly dropped the tongs he was holding.

He cleared his throat, and looked at Shawn. “I-I just knew. I could see her being the perfect mother to my children, and always making me happy.” Manny looked to where his daughter was at the pool, and put two and two together. “What brought this on?” He asked, just to be sure.

Shawn chewed on his lip. “I think, I think I wanna marry her.” He said, looking at his dad. “I know I’m young, and I probably should wait but-”

“I don’t think you’re too young.”

“What?” Shawn looked at his dad. “You don’t? I’m 18?”

Manny shrugged. “Shawn, you’re so mature for someone your age. I see some of your friends at the store, and they’re just acting so much more childish than you. You’ve had to grow up so much faster, and if you think you want to propose, I think you should.” Manny said, flipping one of the burgers.

Shawn saw you stand up from the edge of the pool, and walk towards him. “Hey, babe.” He smiled, acting like he wasn’t just talking about proposing.

“What’re you guys talking about? Saw you looking over at me.” You smiled, adjusting the sunglasses your sister bought you for your birthday.

“Nothing, just said how I wanted to push you and Liyah into the pool.” Shawn smiled, laughing when you turned around and walked away.

“I think I’m gonna marry her.”


a/n: holy shit i actually did a request. omg. sorry it’s short but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (send me more requests pls and thx)

You Should Have Known (Smut)

Request: “smut. smut. smut. love em. (😂) maybe something with needy!Shawn, coming back from tour (like a really long time) and you meet him at his parents house, and the boy just wants to fuck you there, but you say that you can’t bc hey “we’re at your parents house Shawn!” but the lil pervert is so damn needy and he ended up fucking u in his teenage bedroom (a lot of doggy style pls, thanks!)❤” 

“and with the needy!Shawn request : thigh riding please!!! thank you so much!”

Oookay I had to put my own spin on this, mostly because these types of fics have been done before, but I hope you still like it. 

So uh, enjoy the ride.


The anticipation kills you as you make the final turns on the way to Shawn’s parent’s house. Aaliyah wanted to see him when he got back to Toronto and to be honest you weren’t going to argue with her. You figured once you guys were finished with dinner, you and Shawn would head home and catch up. Lots and lots of catch up. 

You think you’d be used to this by now, the extended periods of time away from each other, but you’re not. And while phone calls and FaceTime make things manageable, there was always that one element that was missing. Him

The giddiness inside you sparks up as you pull into the driveway. Finally. You take one final look at yourself in the rearview mirror before making your way out of the Jeep. You’re not even halfway up the yard when the front door swings open and you’re greeted by the sight of your boyfriend rushing towards you. Without missing a beat his lips find their way to yours as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him. The familiar feeling of home washes over you as you stand there wrapped in each other. Eventually, you break the kiss and pull away to a dopey smile on his face and he takes in the sight of you.

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ofroadmapsandpaperbacks  asked:

21 for the au prompts! Any ship of your choice <3

OMG OKAY! I FINALLY FINISHED! Y A Y! Sorry it took ssoooo long, I hope you’re happy with the result :)
21. best friend’s sibling au (alternatively, read it on ao3)

you, me, and the moon

The first time Amy Santiago hears of Jake Peralta she’s sitting at the kitchen counter editing her essay for English. Her mom, Elena, is in the midst of baking a cake for her younger brother, Alex, and is also on the phone to one of her older brothers, Manny (only a year older than Amy, and just starting college), holding it precariously between her shoulder and ear. It doesn’t take long for the phone to slip and fall, clattering on the kitchen, and bring Amy out of her study trance as Elena swears in Spanish.

“Mijo,” her mother says to Manny, picking up the phone, “talk to your sister, I have to finish off Alex’s cake,”

Elena hands Amy the phone. “Mom,” Amy protests, “I’m studying,”

“Just for two seconds, Amelia. I need to finish off this cake.”

Amy sighs and takes the phone. There’s no protesting when her mother calls her Amelia, plus, she is semi -curious about how Manny is doing at college.

“Hi Manny,” she says, twiddling her pen in her fingers.

“Hey sis!” Manny replies loudly. All her brothers call her ‘sis’ much to her frustration; she wouldn’t be surprised if they’d all forgotten her name.

“How’s college?”

“Amazing, so much better than high school!” Manny says enthusiastically. “You’re seriously gonna love it.”

She smiles to herself. She will love it, and next year it will be her turn to go, finally.

“Yeah, I can’t wait. What’s your roommate like?”

“Oh, Jake? Jake’s awesome,” Manny replies, before calling out “Jake! Are you awesome?!”

A guy, presumably Jake, yells back, “Yep! I’m awesome!”

“Wow,” Amy says sarcastically, “he sounds awesome.”

“Wha’d she say?” Jake calls.

“She said you sound awesome!” Manny yells back at him, and Amy rolls her eyes.

“Tell her she’s right! And ask if she looks like a female version of you!”

“Nah,” her brother replies, “she looks more like a female version of Luis.”

Amy stops listening, and puts the phone down on the counter. “I’m going to study in my room.” she says to her mom, gathering her things, and heading up the stairs before Elena can protest.

How her brothers manage to annoy her whilst away at college astounds her.


It’s almost a year later that Amy actually meets Jake, despite the fact that she seems to hear about him every other day. Whenever Manny calls or visits there’s always another Jake story to tell, most of which are entertaining, but also depict Jake as the sort of person Amy wouldn’t want to to be cooped up with all summer. Yet somehow, that’s what happens.

Jake’s mom is away on an artist retreat all summer, or at least that’s what Manny tells Elena and Victor when he asks if Jake can stay for the summer. Amy’s sure the fact that half her brothers have officially moved out is one of the factors that lead to them agreeing.

The day Amy meets Jake for the first time, it’s hot and sunny, and she uncharacteristically has a stain on her top.

“You must be the famous sister!” is the first thing he says to her after he’s greeted her parents, and Manny, at the door.

“And I’m guessing you’re Jake?” she jokes, raising her eyebrows at him.

“The one and only!” he announces grandly, doing a mock bow, and her eyebrows rise even further. He offers her his hand, not to shake, like he had with her parents, but to high-five.

She high-fives him hesitantly, eyebrows still raised. He’s exactly as goofy as she’d imagined.

“Noice!” he exclaims. “And hey! We’re stain buddies!”

Her forehead creases. “What?”

He points at a ketchup stain on his shirt to a jam stain on hers. It must be from her toast earlier.

Amy blushes. “That’s not usually there,” she mutters defensively.

Jake just grins at her, and heads on inside.

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