1-7

We let them play,

We let them play,

It’s usually after the days I’ve met a lot of people.

Preference - Hanging out

You choose who:  Woken up by an Angel 

Shawn Mendes - Nothing left for me 

Shawn Mendes - Respect

Shawn Mendes - Next to you 

Skate Maloley - Mornin’

Skate Maloley - Comfort

Skate Maloley - Different but the same

Skate Maloley - In my arms

Skate Maloley - Lazy Sundays Were the Best

Skate Maloley & Sam Wilkinson - Flatmates

Skate Maloley & Sam Wilkinson - Wrong Directions

Sam Wilkinson - Three little words

Sam Wilkinson - Brother’s Enemy

Sam Wilkinson - Salt

Sam Wilkinson & Nash Grier - Submarines

Nash Grier - Where Are Ü Now

Nash Grier - The Fans Don’t Know

Nash Grier - Just us

Nash Grier & Matthew Espinosa - Crushing

Jack Johnson & Nash Grier - Caps and Cake

Jack Johnson - Bubblebath

Jack Johnson - Summer Days

Jack Johnson - Worn Out Relationship Part 1 2 3 4

Jack Johnson - Hot mess 

Jack Johnson & Jack Gilinsky - Tequila Aftertaste

Jack Gilinksy - Forbidden

Kian Lawley - Dip in the pool

Kian Lawley - Cotton In between

Matthew Espinosa  - Matching

Jc Caylen - Eavesdropping

Hayes Grier - Kiss me

Grays Dolan - Sweet Present

FELONS & PLAYLISTS (AU) [ A Kian Lawely Fanfiction ]

I’ve heard a lot of interesting things about the Lawley boy who moved down the street about a few weeks ago. Ever since he came into the neighbourhood, he’s been the talk of the town. Hell, ever since he came, all that’s ever been driving down these streets were cop cars, their sirens causing unavoidable pandemoniums for hours in search of the new neighbour. Most of the time, I never payed any attention to it. I would usually just stick my headphones into my ears and let myself become transfixed by my playlists. Though, most of the time, it wasn’t enough to flush out the disruptions that constantly made the whole neighbourhood disrupted. But, one of the many perks in having a house closest to the beach; it’s the perfect escape route from the bullshit. I always ran to the beach to either catch some waves or roll on my longboard on the boardwalk. It’s my favourite season of the year, Summer, and I can get away with doing long boarding and definitely surfing. It’s the only way to escape the seemingly infinite shouting that escapes dad’s mouth. But when I get home, the bickering from dad is priceless and never ceases to sponsor amusement. Dad was a tall man with a beach tan, young, and definitely you could tell he was the ladies man back in the day, hell, he probably still is. It’s just me and him that live here in this house. Mom bailed a long time ago, leaving me and Dad a little heartbroken and defenseless. But nevertheless, we got over it and continued to survive without her. Though, dad’s patience is very feeble these days, especially with all this “red and blue activity”, as he likes to call it. “Pandora, can you believe this shit!” My father screamed, and every time I’d cover my mouth to avoid from busting into laughter. “That Lawley kid is really stirring up some shit, every damn afternoon, there’s always red and blue flashing here. I’m surprised they haven’t put him in jail yet!” He flailed his arms, trying to stay focused on his newspaper while eating dinner before he heads out to work. I sat my longboard beside the couch-it’s usually resting place-and I sat across from father on the stool of the minibar that separates the kitchen of this lovely beach-house. “I’m starting to enjoy the red and blue, actually,” I laughed. “If this is how it’s going to be, then I’d need to invest in getting the old school 3D glasses for better quality of the situation.” “Ha-ha,” dad rolled his eyes and finished the rest of his toast. He glared at me with his deep-blue eyes, but gave a soft smile. “Well, I’m off to work now, don’t do anything spontaneously disastrous, okay, Pan?” He grabbed his jacket and his suitcase and I saluted him. “Aye-aye, Cap'N.” I leered and he gave me a thumbs up and left. Days likes these being home alone are often spent without care, relaxed on the couch, eyes focused on the television, surfing the channels mindlessly. It’s been hours of me doing this, and I noticed the police have disappeared and things grew quite. All was peaceful and blandly normal again. But, to my utmost unfortunate demise, there was a knock at the door that startled me. I muted the television and I sprang up from the couch, creeping my way towards the window to do what I always do when I am home alone, which is peak through the blinds to see who it is. It’s probably just jehovah witnesses again, nothing substantial I need to fret about. But I saw no one at the front door, which birthed even bigger questions to ask myself. More bangs are heard and I realized it’s coming from the backside of the house, which is unusual. So, I grabbed a bat that dad kept in the closet and I skipped my way to the backdoor, creeping slowly and slowly, until I finally opened the door and was about to swing. That’s when I noticed him. He was tall, slim and definitely lean, he has brown hair with perfect blond highlights and piercing brown eyes that were seemingly hazel for the most part. He possessed a lip ring and a very obnoxious smirk, all combined with a powerful lip bite. The guy looked like he was out of breath and was dressed in dark gray t-shit, black jeans and converse with a red flannel tied around his waist. He raked his hair back with his fingers, still taking in air into his lungs. His eyes studied me with purpose, and I clenched my bat, ready for him to make a move. I know exactly who this is… “Going to let me in or not?” He huffed, still glaring at me. “No way in hell, mate. You’re bad news, and I’m still wondering why the hell are you on my property.” I challenged him. He rolled his eyes and smirked, brushing himself past me. He has some nerve. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!” I followed after him, still holding my bat tight. I should have swatted his ass! He reached into the refrigerator, getting meats and mayonnaise. Is he…really making a sandwich? “What the hell are you doing!” I shouted again. “Making me a sandwich, what the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” He coughed, smiled, rolled his eyes, and continued making a sandwich like he has lived in this house his whole life. “Listen, you’ve got until the count of three.” I pointed my bat at him. “Oooo, I’m so scared,” he pretended to shiver and he shook his hands, faking a horrified facial expression. “Because a 5'5 girl intimidates me so much. Sit down princess, I’ll be out of your house in no time.” He continued making his damn sandwich, further pissing me off. “One, two…” I started. “Three, four, mother fucking five, should I continue, oorr, is this game over?” He took a bite out of his sandwich and brushed past me, walking into the living room. “Listen, I’m trying to avoid from demolishing your ass, but I just want to know, who the hell do you think you are!” I challenged him. He may be a criminal, but he’s messing with an Aussie girl who knows how to handle her shit. “The name’s Kian, princess. Kian Lawley, famous for getting into shit, even more famous for getting out of shit.” He winks and sat on my couch, turning on the television and flipping through the channels. “Get out or I’m calling the cops.” I leaned on my bat, and when I mentioned cops, this caught his attention. His eyes softened as he looked at me and I almost felt bad. Almost. “You wouldn’t.” His smile is unsure, and I’m liking this power I have over him. “Um, you’re in my damn house, mate! You just walked in and made a fucking sandwich! I don’t care who you are, I’m Pandora, asshole, and in case you haven’t noticed, that’s my damn cough your on, and that’s my goddamn television your watching.” I’m honestly ready to swing my bat and knock him out. “I guess I should have asked first?” He smirked and I bit my lip, trying not to crack a smile. I literally did a 360 turn just to straighten out my face and make it seem like I’m still pissed. “What do you want?” I breathed. “You.” He replied. I looked at him for a second, confused, and definitely unsure if he is teasing me. Not gonna lie, Kian is insanely hot, but I know his reputation, and from what he demonstrated just now, he’s also an asshole. He just smiled, looking at me with big puppy eyes, then poking out his lip to tease me further. Cute yes, pissing me off, totally. “Smile all you want, asshole, I’m still calling the cops.” I glared. “ What if I took my shirt off?” He winked. I honestly can’t believe this guy. My mouth hung for a few seconds and the idea of chucking the bat seemed like a good idea right about now. “That’s not gonna stop me from calling the police.” I crossed my arms. “You’re right,” he smirked. “But it will distract you long enough for me to kiss you” he winked. He held his smile as if he was holding the weight of the world. He stood up, took his shirt off, and tossed it to the side, revealing his light tanned-skin he no doubt earned from being out in the sun, probably running from cops. His abs glistened from the dim-lights of the dining room and the lambs that hangs on the kitchen ceiling. He inched himself closer and I backed up, straight against the bar. He placed both of his hands on the marble-granite counter, standing in front of me and blocking me. I could feel my breathing increasing and his scent was very intoxicating, in the good way. Hell, I can’t even deny how hot he is, but, it doesn’t matter how good he looks, an asshole is an asshole. This young man in front of me was everything you could find angelic in appearance, but possessed something outrageously demonic in personality. He’s a problem dressed like a solution. I mustn’t let his physical attraction get the best of me. “What do you want?” I looked away. “I told you want I want,” he said, moving closer. “I want you,” he moved even closer, inches from my face. “To show me where the soda is.” He breathed a laugh and I shoved him away. His smile is bright on his face, and he gave me a very intimidating smirk. “You’re unbelievable!” I shook my head, unable to control my smile. I actually hated myself for it. “Nah, I just needed a place to ditch to for a few seconds. Coppers were hot on my ass, needed an escape route, plus, I was starving.” Kian picked up his shirt and slid it back on his body. “How did you know Inwood be alone?” I questioned. “Saw your dad leave.” He replied and I decided not to go deeper into that. “Well, now that the coppers are not in pursuit of you, may you exit the premises, please?” I asked, ever-so politely. “Trying to get rid of me so soon?” He smirked softly, and it was actually sweet. No, no, he’s a bad guy, you’re not one of those novel written girls who falls for the bad boy. No. “Actually yes, I’d hate for my dad to find you here in this moment. I may have not kicked your ass, but he sure will without hesitation.” “Why is that?” “He thinks you’re trouble.” “Do you think I’m trouble?” Kian asked with soft eyes, his coffee colored eyes dimming into a seemingly cold blackish brown. “Maybe.” I sighed, looking away. “So, can I stay here?” He asked. Has he not heard anything I’ve said? “Perhaps you weren’t listening, but I thought I made it pretty clear. I live with my father, who for one, despises you.” He huffed and he smiled. “Why are you smiling?” I looked him up and down. “So what you’re saying,” he walked closer again. “Is that if you didn’t live with your dad, you’d let me stay with you.” His smirk was highly seducive. I let out a deep sigh and laughed softly into my hands. “You’re unbelievable,“I giggled, shaking my head. “Your laugh, it’s cute. I’m glad I was able to make you do at least that.” He smiled, and walked towards the back door. “Why did you really come here, Kian?” I asked him, hoping he’d answer. “It was a test.” He winked, disappearing behind the door and closing it behind him. I thought long and hard about what he just said. A test? What the hell was he testing me for?

Just who the hell is Kian Lawley, and what the hell does he want with me?

(Should I continue?)

Imagines:

Kian Lawley  Abusive Father Maybe I Need You Ex Girlfriend Trevor’s Sister Are You Breaking Up With Me? I Can’t Lose Her

Jack Gilinsky Want You Back We Have A Family I’ll Still Be In Love With You Cheaters

Sammy Wilkinson She Likes You This Is Not The End This Is Not The End (PART 2) Jealousy Almost Caught Friends With Benefits? (+Stassie, Nate and Derek) (smutty) Friends With Benefits? (PART 2) Friends With Benefits? (PART 3) Sam’s Baby

Derek Luh Don’t Test My Patience I Thought I Lost You I Thank God For You  You Missed Me? What Do You Mean? I Need To Make It Up To You (smut) Cheaters

Fanfictions:

Unwrapping the satin band you mused yourself wondering what would be inside, a year ago a similar present had contained the most expensive underwear you owned. 

Grayson seemed as eager as you as he fidgeted next to you on the sofa, waiting for you to unwrap the last layer of paper. Under all the wrapping laid a box, you opened it slowly to tease Grayson and found a breath captivatingly beautiful necklace.

”Grayson you shouldn’t have.”

He smiled goofily next to you. ”You deserve it.”

While the last few months had been a struggle, you knew you wouldn’t change a thing if you could. 

”Don’t get jealous I’ll spoil you too with gifts when the time comes.” Grayson whispered to your tummy.

”Oh no you won’t spoil our child rotten.” You pushed him lightly away.

”No, you could never raise a rotten child.” Grayson put his arm around you as you felt the growing child kick inside you, in just a few weeks left and you would be a family of three.

”I’m meeting my bf Jack Johnson in a 2 weeks!” The girl typed in to twitter before laying down on her bed. She still couldn’t believe it; in a couple weeks she would finally meet up with her idol.

Hours later she woke up in complete darkness, hitting her foot on a couple obstacles before she finally managed to find the light switch. Looking at the mess she had been too lazy to clean up after waiting all day for the ticket confirmation, she realized her phone had slipped somewhere among it all. Picking up one by one the clothes up, she could hear her phone vibrating once in awhile.

After piling up most of the clothes in front of the laundry machine the phone magically reappeared underneath a sweater amongst the chaos. Switching on the machine she checked her phone, there was a ton of people liking her tweets.

While the notification were still buzzing in, she found his cheeky message in the DM folder: ”Sorry for the trouble x”. Backing up some steps she checked the sender’s profile and realized it really was the real deal, Jack Johnson. FOr some reason he had lit a match and poured some fuel to the fire by tweeting an answer to her tweet ”Can’t wait to see hun! x” and public tweets like ”Theres no pain like waiting on a loved one”. Shit the fans were going crazy…

“I guess this is my 5 seconds of fame. Before i’ll get burned by your fans.” She tweeted with little remorse.

“Haha, Sorry again! So what were you up to? Took you like… 3 hours to answer.” Jack answered only a few minutes later. 

”I fell asleep. While you declared our relationship to the world.” She wrote sarcastically, he had to be hacked, why other would this happen. 

”You’ve were missing up on some pivotal moments of our relationship.” He sent her a picture of himself with a drawn broken heart on a sorry sign.

”HAHA" She sent a facepalming selfie 

”Cute! Don’t worry, We can make some more memories.” 

Somehow they ended up continuing to talk the next day and the day after that. Actually, before she even had noticed they had talked for a few weeks, even facetiming each other once or twice. The shit storm had calmed down after he’d tweeted out fooled you all. But she started to get worried about actually meeting him.

It’ll be alright,he wrote to her as the day grew closer and on the morning when she picked out her outfit he’d managed to insist on a picture.

Her friends were still teasing her of the original exchange when they lined up, but they didn’t know the extent of their talks.

When it was her turn, Johnson was still saying goodbye to her friend who had been in front of you. Jack Gilinsky looked at you from top to toe, before shouting out to Johnson. ”I found your girl!” Gilinsky wrapped his arm around her shoulder and walked toward and slightly flustered Johnson ”She’s so cute I might steal her.” Smile for the camera a photographer shouted and her friends took pictures on the side. Johnson gave her a kiss on the cheek and before she knew it an assistant was shooing her forward. Was that all, after weeks of talk all she got was 10 seconds with him? She thought even though she knew she should be happy, it’s more than most fans get.