News on Writing

I’m not sure if anyone exists on this page still, but I promised I’d always keep you all up to date on any writing projects if they came up. I honestly haven’t written in a long time, but wanted to start writing something for fun again. I’ve been pretty into BTS lately, and decided to start writing a fanfic for leisure on Wattpad. I’m not even really sure how people put their work out there anymore since it’s been so long, but I’ve definitely enjoyed the flow of writing again. Anyway, I’ll link below in case anyone who’s enjoyed my writing before wants to give it a read. As always, love to you!

https://www.wattpad.com/user/lexxondeck

Masterlists

Hey guys, so as I’ve been planning and have told you guys I would do, I’ve been recreating my masterlist pages for my preferences and imagines so that the links will work. Unfortunately, Tumblr is not working with me on this. I’ve spent days working on inserting links to every piece of writing I’ve completed but for some reason every time I get about halfway through, Tumblr undoes the hyperlinks, forcing me to start completely over. I’ve been trying to redo them for the past week but nothing is working so honestly I don’t see any way that I’ll be able to complete them. Because of this all of my writings will have to be viewed simply by clicking on the available links on my page. I’m super sorry about the inconvenience but always, if you’re looking for a particular preference or imagine, message me (not anonymously) the title and I’ll be sure to link you directly to it. 

Preference #481

He takes you to an amusement park where you get motion sickness.

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Harry: Even Harry didn’t seem well when he got off the last ride, so many twists and turns that your stomach was in knots. He pushed his hair away from his face, groaning a little and gripping his stomach, looking over to you with watery eyes only to find yours just the same. With a nod of your heads you were both rushing to find a bathroom at the crowded amusement park, heading to your separate facilities to rid yourselves of your sickness. When you emerged from the bathroom, some of your color returning and needing to brush your teeth, Harry stood outside with two water bottles, handing you one and smiling through the pain as he muttered, “I needed you to hold my hair back.” You laughed, nodding and answering. “Same.”

Louis: You’d ridden nearly every ride at the park, Louis still moving faster than anyone through the crowd, ready to find something new or ride for a second time. You tugged on his wrist, Louis turning around to find you pale-faced and looking all around in search for a trash can. You darted away from him, a hand over your mouth, pushing through a pack of guests, hurling into a bucket filled with garbage. People scurried away, only one person’s hand rubbing your back, tucking strands of hair behind your ears as Louis realized that the adrenaline that coursed through you throughout the day had turned into sickness, a day of fun ending with a bang. 

Niall: “That was insane!” Niall beamed as the roller coaster you were on came to a halt. Immediately you were tugging at the belt that secured you to the seat. You grunted as you tried getting out, unsuccessful at detaching the complicated pieces. “Babe, the workers will come get us out.” He seemed too calm, unknowing that you were seconds away from being sick. Before you could call for someone to help, you were hurling all over yourself, Niall stunned and worried next to you. Yelling for help, you were both able to get out, but not before you’d ruined your clothes. Embarrassed, you headed to the bathroom while Niall walked to a gift shop to replace your ruined clothes, returning to find you crying and dirty, stripping you of your clothes before giving you the new items. “I’m so sorry.” You apologized, shaking your head and pulling on the new shirt. Niall, eyes filled with concerned, placed his hands on your cheeks, before pulling you in for a hug. “Don’t be sorry. I just want you to be okay.” He soothed, and because of him, you were. 

Liam: You’d spent your entire fair day indulging in food, some deep-fried, candies, and burgers, your stomach completely over stuffed. Liam grinned, pointing up to the “Crazy Mouse” both of your favorite ride. You both stood in line, overly excited as you took your seats in the cramped cart. Secure and ready, the ride took off, going up hills and back down quickly, the seat spinning during curved, an all around whirl-wind for your full stomach. Just as the ride had come to a stop you leaned over the side of the cart, regurgitating nearly every bite of food you’d taken in that day. 

Zayn (Bonus, because I can.): Zayn wasn’t one for rides himself, giving you an out when it came to all the huge coasters that covered the park. Instead, you both spent the day playing games and trying to win stuffed animals for each other. It was at the end of your day that you turned to Zayn, your lips curving into a smile. “Let’s ride one roller coaster. Just one, so we’ll be able to say we did.” You beamed though your stomach was turning, Zayn wary about your idea but agreeing. You both headed over to a roller coaster that wasn’t too big, your hearts pounding as you took your seats. Just as the ride was about to take off Zayn spoke. “This was a bad idea.” He claimed, the ride taking off and leaving you both terrified and sick once it was over. 

I Couldn’t Think of a Title

Right now my inbox is filled with messages asking if I’ll still be including Zayn in my preferences and writings and things. I have yet to answer any of them because I’ve been trying to get myself together to make a bit of a different announcement. 

I don’t want anyone to be upset with me but I’m no longer going to be writing for this blog. I’ll give you all my reasons but I know most will assume that it’s because of Zayn leaving the band, though that has had very little influence over a decision that I’ve been making for a while now. 

Before I begin I just wanted to say that I’m not leaving. I will still always be available for you all to talk to. I’m not deleting as I want everyone to always be able to go back and read over my writings and go back to your favorites as will I. There have been many factors that played into my decision. It has become increasingly difficult to write for my blog. I had hoped to be able to finish everything on my list before retiring I guess you could say, but due to other circumstances that doesn’t seem like something I will be able to handle. I’ve also been really sick for a while now. We and the doctors aren’t entirely sure of what’s causing my illness as of yet so I’ve been having to get lots of tests done but my being sick leaves me extremely exhausted lots of the time and struggling to do my daily activities. That being said, all the energy I have now has been put towards school so that I can continue without letting my being sick effect my education. 

I hope that explains things a little and if you all have questions or anything that you need to talk about my ask box is always open for you. I’m so sorry for doing this and if I’ve disappointed anyone. This blog has been such a huge part of my life for almost 3 years so it really makes me emotional to not be writing for this blog anymore. This is not the end though. I will be sure to let you all know about any upcoming projects that I may have and if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to shoot me a message either here or on my personal which you can find here, though I will probably be easier to reach on my personal from now on. I am so grateful for you guys and all the support I’ve received. I can’t thank you all enough for everything you’ve given me.

That’s all.

Preference #480

Your child's first birthday.  

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Harry: “Harry.” You sighed as he came back from the bedroom with yet another wrapped gift. You’d been waiting for the gifts to slow down, surrounded by brand new clothes and all the toys your one year old could imagine, though she sat in a pile of wrapping paper, balling it in her hands and tossing it in the air. Harry smiled widely, marching into the living room and sitting across from her, placing the box in front of her. “Look what daddy got you.” He pulled at the paper, revealing yet another toy, this time a stuffed animal. For a moment she was intrigued by the turtle, grabbing it and squeezing it, before tossing it to the side just to immerse herself in more paper, the best gift he could have possibly given her.

Louis: You couldn’t help but laugh and snap away with your camera, capturing a moment you’d want to remember forever. You hadn’t planned anything big for your son’s first birthday party, keeping it simple with you, Louis, and your one year old in attendance. As your son adored singing, he sported a toothless grin as both of you sang “Happy Birthday” to him. With such a short attention span he was looking down at the tiny cupcake you’d placed in front of him, gripping at the frosting midway through the song. With cake spread on his cheeks and in his brown hair, you continued the song, laughing the entire way through as your son continued with his cake smashing party.

Niall: With Niall still working and on tour, he’d been upset about missing so many milestones in your daughter’s life, saddened that he’d be away for her first birthday. He looked through his pictures, waiting backstage for the show for tonight to begin, reminiscing over the past year being a father the greatest satisfaction he’d ever experienced. A knock on the door summoned him, letting him know that it was show time, the rest of the boys all standing at his door, eager but mischievous smiles on their faces. Niall, with a pat on the back from Liam, did a few jumps to get himself pumped, the lights dimming and screams able to be heard all over the stadium. His heart pounded against his chest as he ran out onto the stage, freezing when his eyes flickered to the big screen behind him, not with their usual introduction but with the cameras on you, holding your daughter up, her ears covered in headphones but a smile on her face as she waved to her daddy. A surprise not only for Niall, but for your little girl as the band and the entire arena sang to her on her special day.

Liam: At midnight your phone was ringing, a Facetime call from Liam in the middle of the night not what you’d been expecting. “Hey.” He didn’t seem tired in the slightest, smiling into the phone with an eagerness that told you exactly why he was calling. You squinted your eyes, turning on your bedside lamp and rubbing your face a little to wake you. “She’s asleep Li.” You whispered. As if knowing he was calling, a whining noise came from your daughter’s crib, stirring in her sleep before opening her small eyes, whimpering a little as she did in the night. “I swear all you’ve said is hey and she knows you’re on the phone.” You shook your head, chuckling as you stood, putting the phone down for a moment before going to get your girl from her crib, bringing her back with you to bed. “Or she knows what today is.” He smiled as you held up the phone again so that he could see her, his eyes lighting up with excitement as well as hers as she reached out to grab the phone, pulling it close to her face. “Hey baby girl.” He grinned. “Happy birthday.” He was quiet, only talking to her as he started to sing to her, not her usual lullaby but one just for her first birthday.

Zayn:  Your house filled with family of yours and Zayn’s, all eager to celebrate your son’s first birthday. Balloons littered the floor, tied to every chair in sight and kids running throughout the house. You moved to the kitchen uncovering the cake you’d ordered only to gasp in shock, calling Zayn’s name so that he came to you. He only laughed at the scoop someone had taken out of the cake with their finger, leaving the frosting a mess at your son’s name. Seeing your frustration, Zayn calmed you, leaning his elbow on the counter. “Come on babe, its fine. He’s one and he won’t even notice.” He assured you, both of you heading to the dining room where everyone had gathered, lit candles, chorusing “Happy Birthday”, Zayn sitting with your son on his lap to blow out the candle together, a disordered perfection like no other.

For Nicole/Nikki - 

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea.” Liam made himself comfortable on your bed, propping his feet up though he was a little tense with the topic of conversation, crossing his arms over his chest. You stood at the foot of the bed only wearing a robe, your hair tucked into a towel, face covered in a blue mask that was tightening by the second.

You turned around, your mouth forming a stiff frown and you were unable to move it, holding up two dresses to Liam, wiggling them until he got the point. He seemed to be thinking for a minute before pointing to the one in your left hand, a form-fitting midi dress, the sleeves long and sleek, conservative but eye-catching. Again, you jetted off to the restroom, leaving Liam on the other side of the door.

“Nikki?” Liam knocked a moment later, worry laced in his voice along with something else you couldn’t quite place.

When you emerged again your face was clean, hair falling down in its natural state, a smile on your face as you headed over to your vanity, eager to do your makeup. “Louis’ one of your best friends. What’s so wrong with me going out on one date with him?” You turned around, pressing your lips against a tissue to set your lipstick. “Unless there’s something you know that I don’t. What is it?” You were suddenly panicked that maybe Louis wasn’t the guy that he seemed.

Liam shook his head, resting his hands on your shoulders. “No, there’s nothing wrong with him. It’s just—it’s nothing. Have a great night.” He gnawed on his bottom lip, letting you know he was still holding something back.

Standing, you walked over to where he now sat on your bed, taking a seat next to him. “You know you can tell me, whatever it is?” You bumped his shoulder, giving him a genuine smile.

With a heavy sigh he started, staring at the ground as he spoke. “Well you know we’ve been friends for longer than I can remember. You’re my best friend and I don’t want anything to come in between that.” He started, your heads shooting up when the doorbell rang.

You stood, giggling and giddy, slipping into your shoes and grabbing your clutch. “That must be Lou. Look Liam, I promise you, no one’s going to get in the way of our friendship. Nothing could ever take me away from you. You’re my guy.” Liam rubbed the back of his neck, standing and taking your hand. “Do I look okay?” You were suddenly nervous, tugging at the hem of your dress and running your fingers through your hair over again.

“Yeah, you look beautiful.” Liam shook his head as you moved quickly from your room down the hallway, grabbing a jacket from the coat hanger beside the door. A grip on your wrist caused you to turn around, Liam holding you back for another moment, startling you as he leaned down, covering his mouth with yours. “Have fun.” He stammered once he’d pulled away, both of you blushing and surprised with him.

The doorbell dinged once again, pulling you from your trance. You opened it to find Louis in perfect form, speaking to Liam and complimenting you before holding out a hand, leading you to his car.

You arrived at the nice restaurant Louis had chosen for your date, having gotten to know each other a bit on the ride over. Throughout the night, there was nothing you could find wrong with him, funny, charismatic, and handsome, Louis seemed like the perfect, sometimes snarky gentleman. Still, something inside you was doubtful, lingering in your mind, or perhaps on your mouth. Conversation flowed easily with Louis, the pair of you wining and dining over food you couldn’t pronounce the name of, Louis laughing as he led you back outside, looking to his left before pausing for a moment.

“That was a bit too stuffy for me I guess.” He tugged at his tie, nodding in the opposite direction of his car. “There’s an ice cream stand over there. Dessert?” You nodded, his hand resting comfortably on your back as you walked to the stand, taking cones of the sweet treat. You walked for nearly fifteen minutes, chatting and getting to know each other further before turning back around, heading back to his car.

Louis cleared his throat when he pulled back up to your home, opening your door and lingering by the doorway. “We should do this again sometime.” He blushed a little, looking down at his feet.”

“Yeah, I’ll give you a call.” You smiled when he looked back up, Louis leaning in a little, your biggest fear of the night coming to life since Liam had kissed you earlier. In a smooth motion you leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Goodnight.” You nodded before opening your door, a stumbling noise making you jump as Liam struggled to back away from the peep hole he’d been spying through. “I though you would’ve been gone by now.” You crossed your arms over your chest, slipping off your coat and shoes by the door.

“Sorry, I was just.” Liam couldn’t help but chuckle, laughing harder when you joined in with him. “So…” He started, waiting for you to make a move.

You groaned dramatically, walking over to Liam slowly. “So, I guess we’re going to try this.” You linked your arms around his neck, standing on your toes. “But we’ll have to find a way to tell Louis.” He smiled, a wish he’d been making for years as he descended his mouth onto yours.