#Forgot Facebook Password

[uraniumglassgirl]

my brother and my mom are arguing -_-

[emojellyace08]

hii May I request your hcs for Lookism boys reacting to us writing smuts about them and us while we were 'just friends' ? Characters can be Vin Jin, Goo, Gun, Jake and Samuel if you want <33 love your writings!

Lookism Men x Reader (Them reacting to you writing smut/fanfictions)

Sure! (I can feel them reacting like: Wtf you doing? Lmao) But thanks for the request and support! <3 (I'll add some extra characters for my preference too, so enjoy!) Genre: smut/lemon🍋, slight crack🧨(comedy) Slight warning: cursing, mentions of sex, NSFW, penetration, dirty talking CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! (reader is gender neutral!)

Goo Kim/Jake Kim/Vin Jin/Kuroda Ryuhei/Yoojin/Sinu Han/Olly Wang

The ones who will tease you about it.

They will secretly peak on your screen since they will often notice you seriously typing on your keyboard/gadget and they will be soo curious about what your typing about. Are you texting someone without his knowledge? Pftt, you and him are just friends what's the reason to be jealous about. And his suspicion will rise even more if you try to hide what you're doing ;) "Y/N Are you chatting someone?" "Seriously? GET THE FUCK OUT!" "Okay, okay, I'm just asking. I just didn't expect you to be the type to hit on others". "HEY!"

Good luck to you if they know your password because I'm 100% sure that they will check your accounts and if they found out that you are writing smut about them they will be blushy dovey on the inside (xD). And the moment you caught them you'll be just staring at each other which that blush on your face and you'll be standing there be like: 🧍/🧍‍♀️.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! WHO SAYS YOU CAN SCROLL THROUGH MY PHONE YOU DUMBASS!" "I'm sorry okay? I just didn't expect you to be a naughty girl/boy like this..." And the moment he shows to you your works about him, you'll be ascending to heaven LMAO. They would read the smut ones out loud while you try to reach your phone while he's literally embarrassing you (you're just too small for his height lol). "And he pushes his cock inside you making you squirm. His tip was poking your special spots making you release around him. Wow you're so good at this Y/N you should be a Wattpad or Tumblr author or something you can win rewards like this". "C'MON STOP TEASING ME GIVE IT BACK!"

And if you talk about it with him he'll lend his ears to you but one thing you know is that he's planning something to fulfill your wishes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

And after you started confessing that you like them, they will pin you against the mattress making you confused and nervous. And you know what happens right? Yeah he'll fuck you on the bed with no mercy and he'll tease you about writing smut about them (Istg he tries to be serious but it just honestly makes you giggle). "I didn't know you're this dirty, you could have just asked me to fuck you, are you that shy? Hm? Don't worry I'll fill your insides with my cum." (you won't be able to walk tomorrow ;).

Samuel Seo/James Lee or DG/Gun Park/Jichang Kwak/Taesoo Ma

The god damn red flags. They don't even need to secretly spy on you writing smut about them they just already know lmao (don't underestimate this guys they're fucking smart).

You mentioned to them about your social accounts like (Facebook/Instagram) since they want to add you in their "friends list". And you forgot about you linked your other social/private platform and guess what, since his curiosity got the best of him. So he clicked your Tumblr and Wattpad link and voila! You got caught in 4k!

Basically, they are this emoji when they first read your fanfictions about them🤨📸 (especially DG since he's a goddamn idol and he's aware about his crazy fans writing sexual fetishes about him, but coming from his "best friend'? Really?😭) Lol secretly he doesn't really mind it because it's his crush writing about them smut but why you got to have to set your works on public? You could have just asked them to ruin you if you want to boom boom with them 😭.

He would shamelessly ask you about it with that same raised eyebrow expression just to get a reaction out of you. "Y/N What the hell is this?" he would ask you curiously raising his phone with your work showing off the screen. And if you lean in to check what he's talking about, you know you fucked up.

And, there's no point of denying it. They already know that you're writing smut about them. So you don't need to be shy about it and why don't you talk about it with them? It may be a misunderstanding right?

Well, no matter how hard you try to lie about it, they would definitely fuck you on the bed. You wanted it on the first place and besides, they like you back and they're secretly horny. So releasing their stress through you won't be a bad idea unless you don't give them consent (they want you to feel comfortable about it he's secretly soft with you).

But on the bed, he's definitely won't go easy with you unless if it's your first. He's so good at everything that they can easily make you cum with his fingers, cock or even just with his mouth. "Look at you, you're moaning so loud that it can be probably heard outside. You really got no shame huh? What a fucking pathetic slut". Now go purchase a wheelchair on Ebay since your legs won't be functioning for a while.

Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Zack Lee/Vasco/Jerry Kwon/Line Man/Jace Park/Johan Seong/Xiaoleoung/Brad Lee/Jason Yoon/Eli Jang/ Warren Chae/Jihan Kwak/Hudson Ahn

They're the innocent ones (xD). They will be sooo confused on why you like writing fanfics about them especially if they're your best friend.

They will be blushing and screaming inside. Like, they know that you love them but really? Just why? (Don't mind them jerking off while they're thinking of you like they haven't done the same 🙄).

They will try to talk to you about it 😭. Honestly, they will make you super nervous since he has that serious tone on his voice "Y/N I-I need to talk to you." "Why?" "It's important. Just come with me". HAHHAHAD:LKK:LHKLDH XD. You'll be so confused on why he's super red and sounds like he's not feeling well. Is he sick? Or did you do something that he got turned off?

And promise me, the whole atmosphere will be so fucking weird lmao. They don't know where to start since he's super embarrassed talking about your "hobby" so you got to initiate the conversation first. "Hey, are you alright? Is something bothering you?"

They will show you your fanfictions with that red face like a tomato with his hand covering his face ( since they're too embarrassed to talk to you lmao). And when you found out that they found your alternative account you'll be in tears. "AKKKKK HOW THE FUCK DID YOU FOUND ABOUT THAT!?" "He-Hey hear me out, Y/N DON"T RUN AWAY!"

They had to stop you from running away since you're too shy to face them xD. After managing you to calm down they'll talk about how he secretly likes you all the time and he feels like you're more than just a friend (you know that 1 hour confession drama thingy) and you'll probably in tears and feel sorry that you're not honest with them (why is this turning into angst :(.

But yeah after talking about some misunderstandings, you and him will turn into a couple :) (you'll probably going to delete your fanfictions especially the spicy ones out of mercy😭).

You and him will probably going to do it and you'll be his first so please be patient 🥺.

[kinkprincess98]

Day 25: blackmail

I get home from running errands and start putting stuff away. My phone goes off with five or Six text messages in a row. I roll my eyes, thinking it's probably my friend sending my cute videos. I finish putting things away, and another three messages are coming through. I grumble and pick up my phone. It is several messages from a number I don’t know.

“You can either do as I say or I will leak all of these to your social media accounts”

“I have your username and password”

Sure enough, he had my login info listed, and I gasped; the next couple of messages were videos and pictures of me that I had never even sent to anyone. All of me in compromising positions. Fucking myself, moaning, shoving huge toys in my holes, etc.

“If you don’t want these leaked, message me back with nothing else but a selfie with your driver's license. Nothing covered. You have 10 minutes.”

I look at the clock to find 6 minutes had passed. I snap the picture without thinking and get a reply immediately.

“Better do as I say. I would hate to post your address for everyone to come find and rape you.”

I spend the next several days nervous and anxious. I don’t receive another text and finally start hoping that the guy got bored and forgot about me. I am at work a week later when another message appears.

“Leave work and go to the truck stop a few blocks away. You will go to the bathroom and kneel next to a toilet. Send me a picture and wait for further instructions. You have 15 minutes.”

I leap up from my desk making my coworkers stare and me blush and apologize. I put my head down and pack up saying I was feeling sick. Not a lie, my stomach feels nausoues as I drive the few blocks to the trucks stop. By the time I park and get inside I only have 3 minutes to strip and kneel. I barely I make it sending the photo with 1 minute to spare.

“Cutting it close. Now send a video of you licking the toilet. You have 2 minutes.”

I Iook at the toilet in front of me. Drops of piss coat the seat, stains cover the bowl, it overall looks disgusting. I battle myself for a second too long and get a message.

“I warned you to follow directions. I posted this on your Facebook.”

I look and see it is a short video of me sucking a dildo. I cry and send a short video of me licking the dried piss off the seat.

“See, it wasn’t so hard. Now set your phone up to record and send a 2-minute video of you humping that foul toilet. 5 minutes. Go”

Through tears, I do as the stranger tells me and record as I hump the filthy toilet. As soon as I hit send, I realize just how wet and horny it has made me.

“Looks like you like being a whore for me. Leave your clothes there and walk back to your car. Drive back home and You’re going to add me on skype. You will start a video call and put on a show just for me. You have 20 minutes.”

I look at the clock. It will take at least 17 minutes to get home from here. No time to think I scramble to my care naked. My pussy throbs knowing at least a few people saw. I drive home and search the user name provided. I pant and nervously start a video call. Of course his camera is covered, but his voice rings out deep and teasing. “Spread yourself and start rubbing the gash between your legs.” I lay back giving a full view of my cunt as I start rubbing. “Faster. I want you to cum for the man you’ll never see, but always will obey.” I whimper and moan as I speed up Lust fills my brain and I cum hard even squirting coating the laptop in my juices. “Good girl, now you’ll wait for your next order.” He hangs up and I am left panting and needy desperate to see when I get another demand.

[obit]

In the same way I recall forgotten words or play the notes on pianos, I type out your name. I think my knuckles have grown and maybe my fingers have shortened. There are long strands of hair in my nose now. I trim them once in a while and blow my nose into the sink so as to not inhale the cut bits. Then I look at my face in the mirror. I think I look the same as I did when you were alive. But I know this is not true. Just a way the mind blurs time and the self continues unnoticeably changed to itself. I think of hair trimmings in my lungs. It makes me cough.

I can still find you and your obituary group on Facebook. They changed the name of Facebook. I forgot my password. It took a while to log back in and see old photos. For just a moment, I get a feeling in my chest like I suddenly realized I was missing my heart and lungs. There's a great cavity and I can feel the circulating air. God, I say expelling the air. Then I say your full name and I can feel old neurons activating pathways I had not used in some time. Then I feel bad. You know. For how long it's been.

I only feel my age and only feel like I'm growing old when I compare it to the year you left. Is that something? I don't know. Time has changed me. I know it has. I think less. I ponder less. I feel a little less. I just move and work and do. Maybe it's a good thing. I don't get so low anymore.

I play your favorite songs. I remember small details about you. For some reason, I recall how your breath smelled, the thing you did with your one eye, and the last things we said. This is how I age, I think. I remember you and how far and far and far things have become. And things will only get further and further. I want this fact to break my heart like it used to. But it's different. It's different now. I'd say it's different in a worse way. This kind of losing you feels more tragic.

[snobgoblin]

I need images of Ace from the powerpuff girls movie for something do you have some I can reference?

I do! unfortunately gangreen gang screenshots from the movie are VERY hard to come by I've been looking everywhere for them, and I've only got a small collection. most of them are cropped, edited, or low quality. my best source is just taking screenshots from the scene in this amv... but no other gangreen gang movie clips exist on youtube. I only have ONE screenshot from the store scene- all the rest come from the rain scene, sorry

I have heard that the movie is available in full on facebook but unfortunately I forgot my password so. I can't watch it there

[larsky]

من كام يوم اختي كانت بتروق حاجتها ولقت ورقة مكتوب فيها جيميل ليا that I have no memory of

الفضول كلني ودخلت اشوف، طلعت كنت عاملة بيه بلوج تمبلر القديمة

من النظر على ما تبقى من الايميلز هناك، انا كنت انسان تاني خالص في سن ال١٥-١٧

كنت مفكرة اني اكتر شخص ناضج فالوجود تقريبًا لإني مكنتش بتكلم غير بطريقة فلسفية بحتة

عدى كتير على الera بتاعة paradise، واللي كنت مغفلة فيها وبيتضحك عليا وانا مش عارفة

لحد امبارح لسة مكتشفة قد ايه كان بيتضحك عليا والموضوع كان مضحك اكتر من محزن بالنسبالي

يعني كل دا كان بيحصل وانا مش عارفة حاجة؟ وكملوا فالكدبة عادي كدا؟ 💀

من كام شهر قابلت حد من الفترة دي ولمحته بالصدفة ورغم مشاكلي الشخصية معاه كلمته اسلم عليه والكلام خدنا واتكلمنا عن العبط اللي حصل زمان، واعتذرلي

هل انا مسامحة؟ انا مكنتش شايلة اصلا عشان اسامح

بس الـacknowledgement بالموضوع فرقت معايا

يعني عالاقل حسيت اني كنت صح فعلًا مش مجرد افكار فدماغي بس بظلمه بيها

كان نفسي اعرف افتح التمبلر بلوج دي واشوف اللي فيها رغم اني كنت محرجة شوية من اللي هقابله جوا، بس طلعت ممسوحة خالص ومفيش أمل

ف ضربت في دماغي فكرة متخلفة، رقمي القديم كنت عاملة بيه اكاونت فيسبوك و"مسحته"، والرقم دا لما حبيت اهرب من كل الناس جبت خط جديد واختي كانت عاوزة خط ف اديتهولها وقولت للناس تمسح الرقم عشان مبقاش بتاعي، مكملش معاها سنة ومعرفش عملت ايه الخط قفل وطلب كود واحنا راميين العلبة اللي عليها الكود ف خلاص كدا، باي باي

المهم عصرت ذاكرتي وعصرت ذاكرة اختي مع بعض وافتكرنا الرقم، جربته على فيسبوك ف سألني دا الاكاونت بتاعك؟ (Facebook user, no profile picture) ف قولتله اه دا الاكاونت بتاعي قالي حلو احنا هنبعتلك رسالة على الچيميل g***@****** قولتله تسلم يصحبي انا كدا عمري م هعرف تدخل ابدا

قالي ابعتلك sms او اديك رنة؟ قولتله الرقم مش معايا والله

جربت أ log on من الموبايل بدل الpc والحمدلله عرفني انه g*****6@gmail.com ف قولت حلو هقعد اجرب كومبنيشنز مختلفة على forgot password واول م الاقيه بيقولي ابعتلك الباسوورد عالرقم المرحوم اعرف ان دا الايميل بتاع الاكاونت ف يبقى معايا الجيميل وابدأ اتصرف من هنا

بس كل الكومبنيشنز اللي جربتها فشلت

لاقيت اوبشن موجود على الموبايل انه يبعت تيكست ب كود اللوج ان على واتساب بتاع الرقم، ف قولت انا هجرب حظي وخلاص وهبعت للرقم واللي يحصل يحصل

اتضح ان دا خط البوابة ريهام حاليًا، وللاسف بقالها اكتر من ٣ ايام معلقاني ومردتش عليا

وقاعدة اتساءل، هل هيجي يوم وريهام تفتح الاكاونت وتهددني بقد ايه كنت عبيطة وانا ١٥ سنة او اصغر؟ هل هتشوف شغلي على Photoshop cs4 وتصميمات الاميرات وتايلور سويفت (اللي مكنتش اعرف حتى انها تايلور سويفت وقتها)؟ في ايه جوا الاكاونت دا؟ هل هتوصل لليوزر نيم بتاعي في لعبة stardoll؟ (اللي بالمناسبة السبب الرئيسي اللي خلاني عاوزة افتح الاكاونت للدرجة دي)

معنديش اي فكرة

حلمي، ان يومًا ما، ريهام ترد عليا وتقولي هساعدك تفتحي الاكاونت، ويفتح فعلا، واخد a trip down memory lane

[robbno]

Me and Facebook aren't really best buddies. That's no news.

Well, it is now. On this new page.

But now I can't log in at all and neither can my wife. I don't use my FB for shopping or anything like that. So I'm not really worried about my economy. But I'm curious. Were we both hacked or is Facebook messing up something? I still have Instagram connected to it and I use messenger to keep in touch with family.

Heh. I tried the "forgot my password" trick and Facebook thought I was too fast. I'm temporary blocked.

"Fastest login in the North. Not allowed to duel anymore."

[gayweedanimal]

The Secret Place

When I was in the fourth grade, my friends and I had a secret clubhouse at our school. It was one of those places that only kids are stupid enough to try to get to; a small, sealed off rectangle of space between an older weathered brick building and a yellowed portable one. It was a non-place, a forgotten gap that whoever assembled the portable didn't know what to do with. To us, it was a secret realm that only we knew about. We called it the Secret Place.

You could only get to it by crawling through a narrow gap on the back side of the building, through a dark squeeze about thirty feet long and sandwiched between dirty asphalt and the underside of the portable’s floor. There were likely an uncountable amount of bugs in there, but usually a dry wind blew through it and kept the center clear of debris, which made accessing it an achievable feat for any grade schooler of sufficient bravery.

It was originally discovered by my friend Bryan, who made sure to only share it with me and our friend Jess in hushed whispers. We knew that if anyone else found out about it, it’d get shut down faster than you could say “egregious safety liability”. It would have to remain a secret if we wanted it to stay alive.

Usually, we spent at least one lunch recess a week there, sometimes even after school. We’d make sure to only meet randomly, less frequently if anyone seemed suspicious of us. There were a few close calls. We were scolded for getting our clothes dirty on more than a few occasions. Thankfully, they didn’t ask how we managed to get cobwebs in our hair.

The Secret Place was only about the size of a large bathroom stall, surrounded by high walls and open to the sky above. We managed to throw a few milk crates over the wall to use as makeshift furniture, and we’d write notes and doodles to each other on the walls in black marker pen. Over the three years we’d spend there, we’d cover those walls in scribbles, always making sure not to use each other's names, to maintain deniability in case it was ever discovered. In the Secret Place, of course, you could only use your Secret Name. It was one of the many rules we agreed on that helped keep the Secret Place safe.

As three socially inept kids without many other friends to speak of, the Secret Place was our home away from home. There we could forget about our teachers and parents who didn’t understand us and be ourselves with the only other people who we could trust. And surprisingly, we managed to keep it between ourselves until we all left elementary school.

I grew up and slowly forgot about the Secret Place. Bryan went to a different middle school, and the three of us all went to different high schools. Life happened. Friends came and went. I grew up and thankfully managed to develop some social skills, and by the time I graduated Bryan and Jess were distant. I still saw Jess on occasion, but we were just acquaintances now.

I hadn’t thought about Bryan in years, until one morning I got an email saying he had sent me a Facebook friend request. I hadn’t used Facebook in so long I had forgotten that it even sent email notifications. After remembering my old password, I logged in and saw that he sent me a message as well. It was one line. “come to the secret place.”

I sent a reply, brushing off his weird message and asking what he had been up to in the nearly a decade or so since I had last spoken to him. Looking at his profile, I saw that he hadn’t used it since he was a teenager, his last posts being back from around high school. After waiting a while for a reply, I just closed the tab and tried to move on with my day. Something about it gnawed at me though. What the hell was he thinking messaging me with some weird shit like that out of nowhere? What was he even doing these days? Was he just messing with me?

I ended up messaging Jess. She replied back to me, and after catching up with each other,  I asked her if she had heard anything from Bryan. She replied that she hadn’t. I was going to mention his weird message, but I hesitated. I’m not sure why I didn’t say anything then. Either way, we chatted a bit, and I went to bed.

The next morning I still hadn’t gotten a response from Bryan. I tried to take my mind off it at work, but it nagged at the back of my mind, like an itch that I couldn’t quite scratch. I even searched his name to see if he had died and I was being haunted, but that didn’t seem to be the case. If anything, he just didn’t have an internet presence, which sounded about par for the course from what I remembered. In the end, I decided the easiest way to find out was to just go.

I decided I’d swing by the school after work. It was a pretty well off public school in a suburban area near a big public park. I decided to wait until the evening, just to make sure there wouldn’t be anyone else there. An adult sneaking around a school alone isn’t a good look at the best of times, so I just wanted to get in and get out as quickly as possible.

There was a shortcut through an alleyway to get to the back side of campus, close to the buildings that hid the Secret Place. The campus looked just as I remembered it, maybe a fresh coat of paint and a new building, but nothing radical. The school was eerily silent though. I immediately regretted showing up as late as I did, as the winter sun was already entirely gone.

I passed by dark classrooms cast in a blue hazy moonlight. Children’s drawings adorned the walls while the desks sat empty. I decided to pass by some of my old classrooms just for old time’s sake. The rooms, occupied by a new generation of teachers and students, were nearly unrecognizable. but the walls, the corners, the bones of the building were all the same, merely draped in a fresh skin that would be shed again in time. Only the memories remained.

Reaching the farthest row of buildings, I approached the gap that led to the Secret Place. There was an old board placed over it, but it was merely wedged in place – easy enough to remove. I got down on my belly and looked through the gap, the same way I’d done a hundred times before. I could see that same faraway spit of asphalt lit by the dim moon, a little dirtier, a little more overgrown with weeds. But still, it looked just as I remembered. I could even see the same old milk crate furniture. But I couldn’t see Bryan.

I whispered his name into the gap, breaking the tense silence. After a few seconds, I shouted a little louder. If I hadn’t been lying prone I would have jumped about a foot in the air when I heard a response. It was Bryan’s voice, whispering, but still audible.

“Come in.”

The tension snapped and unleashed a shudder through my body. It definitely sounded like Bryan. And despite the wave of fear, I started to crawl forward. One arm over the other, into the gap.

I was nearly halfway through when I started to question what the hell I was doing. Now that I was closer, I still couldn’t see Bryan’s shoes, or any other evidence that he was there. The height of the gap had definitely shrunk over time, perhaps due to the building settling under the weight of years of students. Though most of that perceived shrinkage was certainly me growing. Either way, it wasn’t the easy task I remembered it being. I dragged my body forward, my shirt getting caught between my chest and the rough floor as I tried to inch towards the end of the tunnel.

“Bryan, what the fuck!?” I spat almost involuntarily, my breathing growing quick and shallow. I could smell the concentrated must and petrichor from decades of rotting detritus on either side of me. The roof felt like it sagged a little closer to me as I slowly scrambled forward. Again I heard what sounded like Bryan, just on the other side of the squeeze.

“Almost there.”

It definitely sounded like Bryan whispering. But it shouldn’t have been him. It sounded like my memory of Bryan. The same pre-pubescent voice I remembered him having back in school.

Finally, I saw pale moonlight grow closer and I pulled myself into the Secret Place. I rolled onto my back, collecting myself as I stared up at the gray clouds framed by those familiar four high walls. My clothes were totally ruined, and my chest was scraped up to boot, and starting to ache. But I had made it. I rose to my feet, opening my phone’s flashlight to take in my surroundings.

The Secret Place was just as we had left it. I half expected Bryan to be standing behind me and grab my shoulder to scare the wits out of me, but he was nowhere to be seen. I stacked two of the milk crates on top of each other and sat down. I started shivering. It had either gotten colder, or I was just realizing how cold it was.

“Hey Bryan, I’m here. What the hell do you want from me?” I called out to nothing in particular. 

“Stay with me.” 

I heard the whispering voice again, closer this time. It felt like it was coming from directly behind me, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I jolted forward involuntarily, pointing my meager phone light behind me to see where the voice was coming from, but there was nothing there.

The voice was different this time. I could hear the same voice I remembered as Bryan’s, but there were other voices mixed in as well. One was higher, it sounded like Jess, or my memory of her at least. The other voice was another kid’s. I can only assume it was mine.

I moved my light around the space as I frantically turned to see if anyone was there. I was alone, but turning my phone’s light to the walls, I revealed the old pen drawings and scribbles we had made all those years ago. I recalled the broad shapes of the words we had written. I had started on the far left of one of the walls, writing out logs of our secret meetings. In other places were lyrics to rhymes about our least favorite teachers, notes we would leave for each other, and descriptions of the fantasy worlds we made together. So many stories written in faded black on the peeling white paint. As I got closer to the paragraphs, I saw that they were different. All the text we had written was gone, replaced by a single repeating phrase.

stay here stay here stay here stay here stay here stay here

It was repeated hundreds, thousands of times, on every wall, replacing all the words we had written.

On the far wall in the middle, where Jess had written our Secret Names in a flowing calligraphy with stars and flowers around them, there was now only 

STAY HERE

STAY HERE

STAY HERE

Not only was the text changed, but the old doodles we made also seemed to have taken on strange new forms. Each childlike sketch seemed to be warped, not only by the flow of time and the erosion of the elements, but by some strange venom seeping through from below the surface. Castles that had stood nobly atop hills were now crumbling, their stick figure inhabitants curled up and dead of famine, dotting the hillsides. Jess had drawn a series of cats and birds which now appeared pleading and emaciated, staring out with dull eyes. Bryan’s robots were rusted and dark.

The three of us had covered one of the shorter walls with a drawing of a snake, but the thing that occupied the space now was more sinister. Its body coiled into a dark spiraling mass that seemed both horrible and familiar. The twisted facsimile grinned at me with white pin-prick eyes and a grin filled with uncountable needle-like teeth.

I nearly dropped my phone to the ground, and recoiled as if it was going to jump out of the walls and grab me. Thinking fast, I grabbed the three milk crates and quickly stacked them on top of each other, leaping onto them to try to get enough height to grasp the top of the wall and climb out. I only succeeded in kicking the entire stack out from under me and landing hard on my side.

Rolling over in pain, I shouted for Bryan again, more desperately this time. After receiving no response but silence once more, I remembered one of our cardinal rules. In the Secret Place, we could only use our Secret Names.

“Lava Hawk?” I called out questioningly into the cold air. Again, there was no response. As lame as they sounded to me as an adult, there was no way I could forget our Secret Names.

I called it out again, a little louder. Once more, it was swallowed by the silence. Just as I was about to try a third time, I heard something from the gap. It was far away, just a grunt, like someone crawling through the gap, but it was human. I turned to the gap and peered through.

There wasn’t anything there, just the few distant lights of the school buildings and the darkness between me and them. I shouted again into the gap.

“Lava Hawk! Bryan! Answer me!”

I could have sworn I heard something whispering, but it might have been a rustle of dry leaves. At this point, I had had enough. Whatever was going on, I had to get out, and now. I started to crawl forward into the gap.

Again, it was a tight fit. I had to keep my head turned to the right, only straining my neck to look forward when necessary. One limb at a time, I moved forward, clawing my body inch by inch towards escape. The cold ground below me pressed new, painful patterns into my cheek with every inch I gained.

I tried to turn my head forward to see the exit, but it was gone. Only blackness lay ahead. My heart began racing even faster. Surely one of the lights just went out, or a cloud passed in front of the moon, or someone had put the board back over the entrance, or my eyes hadn’t yet adjusted back to the dark. The dark that pressed in around me from all sides. One limb at a time, I continued my crawl. I felt my skin tear as it scraped along the asphalt.

I had to move my right arm up against my body to see behind me. The Secret Place was similarly engulfed by darkness. I was alone. I screamed, wheezing, choking screams, hoping anyone could hear me, but they just echoed hollow into the darkness. I continued crawling forward, pushing through the pain of my body scraping against the rough floor and roof, doing anything to move forward.

It felt like the space was growing tighter, like I was caught in a vice grip that was being slowly tightened. My chest and head were getting pinned as I struggled to push myself to freedom. My throat aching from screaming, I could only choke and spit fruitlessly against the foul air.

Somewhere within me I knew I should have reached the end of the tunnel by now. I had done this hundreds of times as a kid, I knew exactly how long it took to crawl through. I tried to ignore this feeling as long as I could, staring frantically into the darkness before me for any familiar shape. Eventually all I could do was sob. Between the sound of my own exhausted body scraping forward, I heard something else in the distance. It was a faint scraping sound from somewhere deeper within, that only served to riddle my mind with images of a long scaly belly dragging itself around deep within the confines of the tunnel, and a maw lined with teeth.

After a long time alone in darkness, I heard something else – a voice. 

“Storm Clover?” a man’s weak voice called out from somewhere ahead of me.

“Bryan? Lava Hawk?” I called into the darkness, straining my neck to look forward.

The voice gave a laughing sigh of relief. I sensed the shape of another person in the darkness.

“Oh my god James is that you?” He sounded, thankfully, like a normal adult, but it was undeniably Bryan. I crawled forward with renewed strength. “What are you doing here?”

“You told me to come here dude, what the hell is going on?” I said, reaching my arm forward to grasp him. He grabbed mine. I could feel dried blood on his palms.

“I got a text from Jess saying to come here. We can catch up later though, do you know how to get the hell out of here?”

“I… I don’t know” I didn’t want to admit we were trapped, fearing that speaking it would make it true. “We’ll find a way out if we keep moving forward”.

“But which way is forward? You’re trying to leave the Secret Place too, right?” He asked. My stomach dropped. Had we really somehow met up going opposite directions? I could no longer pretend to have a logical explanation for whatever was going on.

“Yeah, I – I don’t know which way is out, I don’t know how long I’ve been down here. I don’t-” I started to trail off as my breathing quickened.

“Ok, stay calm, we can figure it out.” Bryan said, holding my hand. “Let’s try moving this way, it feels a little less tight. Worst case scenario, we hit a wall that we can move along.” He motioned our hands to the side.

I took slow breaths, as deep as I could manage. “Okay, you lead the way.”

“Just keep close to me and we’ll make it out” He said as we shifted our bodies to crawl in the new direction.

We both wanted it to be true, and we didn’t really have another choice. We continued forward, inch by inch. To distract ourselves, we talked about high school, our careers, what we were doing now. It wasn’t the easiest conversation to have physically, but it distracted us from the crushing weight of the gap squeezing around us. Bryan was just as I remembered, able to crack a joke even in the worst situation imaginable.

I wasn’t sure if I was just hallucinating from exhaustion, but it seemed like he was right. The tunnel felt like it was slightly wider here. Or at least it felt like chatting made the slow crawl a little easier. After what felt like hours, we heard something faint ahead of us. Somewhere in the distance there was another voice. A woman’s voice, shouting our names.

“Is that Jess?” Bryan asked.

“What direction is it coming from? Can you see her?” I was struggling to breathe, but hearing the voice gave me a boost of adrenaline, and more importantly, hope.

“I think I see something, follow me.” He continued to crawl forward into the black abyss. I followed behind him, trying to keep in contact so I wouldn’t lose him in the darkness. Jess’ shouts grew louder, and we yelled back to her. My last ounce of strength was used to push my burning muscles forward, towards her voice.

Eventually I reached my hand out, and it was met by another.

“I got you!” Jess pulled me out as Bryan grabbed my other hand. They pulled me free from the gap and we all collapsed to the floor, breathing haggardly. I rolled over, my eyes squinting against the pale moonlight shining down on the three of us.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Jess stood over me, accusingly. “You start talking to me out of the blue and then send me some weird ass message about the Secret Place and I show up to find the two of you…” She trailed off, looking over our dirty, bloodied clothes. “What even happened in there?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t want to find out.” Bryan rose to his feet, shakily. The front of his clothes looked like they were ripped to shreds from being dragged across pavement for hours, dark spots of blood dotting his graphic tee and jeans.

With some effort, I got up as well. “Let’s get the hell out of here. Whatever’s in there can stay there.”

As we turned to leave, I shared a glance with Bryan. Beneath the dirt, scrapes, blood, and facial hair I saw the same friend I had once known. I could tell from his eyes he saw me the same way. We snuck off campus, meeting under a streetlight near where I had parked. We discussed what had happened, then started just talking about what had been going on in the years since we had last seen each other. After a while, we were back to laughing together like it was old times.

At home, I took a long hot shower and tended to my scraped skin. As far away as it already seemed that night, the pain kept it real. Even now, it feels like just another distant memory. We don't talk about it, Bryan, Jess, and I, but we all remember. The secret is safe with us.

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a second part to our possessive Harry rec list that came out last year. You can find part one here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Light A Match To Your Fire | Explicit | 3372 words

Louis wears Harry's navy blue blazer during a UAN concert, and Harry fucks him in it backstage.

2) I Push You To The Limits | Explicit | 3846 words

Louis is a brat who likes seeing his boyfriend get jealous and possessive over him.

3) You Help Me Remember | Teen & Up | 10040 words

"Ah yes, that's it! This Niall boy is my new roommate and he Facebook messaged me our floor and room number but I unfortunately forgot what my Facebook password is so I've been forced to go to every apartment door and ask for a Nil Horn and get judged for the past two hours while lugging around my good old luggage here with me but now I've found you! Thank you very much, you're my new hero."

He smiled his heart-melting smile again once he finished rambling and it took every fibre of Harry's being to not smother the boy with kisses and cuddles right in the doorway of his best friend's new apartment.

"Why didn't you just text Niall for the information?"

The boy crinkled his nose in confusion and Harry discreetly checked his pulse to make sure he was still alive.

"Hm, I must have forgotten that that was an option. Silly me."

The boy giggled and Harry realized that love at first sight was not just something you read about in romance novels.

4) End Of The World Tonight | Explicit | 12069 words

“You remember when you told me that you wanted to live with me for the rest of your life?” Louis asks. His voice trembles a bit, exposing exactly how much he hates what he’s about to do. How much he wishes that he wasn’t about to do it.

“I remember,” Harry says. His expression is a little lost, like he thinks that they’re about to have a fight and he’s not sure what they’re supposed to be fighting about. Louis closes his eyes because he has to, has to take a second to regain his courage. He can’t keep doing this. He can’t keep suffering, can’t keep killing himself trying to hide this. He’s ready. He’s been ready for a long time.

5) Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice | Mature | 13487 words

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.”

Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing.

“You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

6) Don’t Call Me Angel | Mature | 16648 words

Manhattan is a dangerous playground for the rich and entitled Alphas of New York. Those same wealthy Alphas are robbed after spending one night in the presence of a blue-eyed Omega and Officer Styles is assigned to the case.

7) Let Me Inside | Explicit | 17734 words

Louis is Harry’s boss, but Harry is the boss of Louis

8) Tennis Court | Explicit | 18285 words

Louis and Harry are co-workers and Louis is sure Harry hates him because he always refuses to help him with his heats.

9) I Would Follow You (To the Moon and Back) | Explicit | 20355 words

Everyone has baggage, some people sleepwalk, some have obsessive exes, and others turn into anthropomorphic wolf-like monsters that destroy furniture and run rampant in the forest. Perfectly normal.

10) Thrown To The Wolves | Explicit | 21681 words

Louis is a human living in the Styles' wolf pack who can't stop getting into trouble, and Harry is the soon-to-be alpha who thinks keeping Louis at arm's length is the safest option.

11) Strong Enough To Get Us Wrong | Explicit | 24291 words

Omega Louis have always considered the soulmate etching on his left thigh to be a curse. It takes a world tour, the bustling city of Tokyo, a hike to see Mt. Fuji, some hidden feelings, sea urchin sushi and the alpha he hates most in the world to change him.

12) Lovin' Online | Not Rated | 27627 words

“Huh?” Harry asks, muffled by his forearm. He feels lips on his face and the tip of Louis’ nose against his ear when Louis repeats himself. Brain sluggish with sleep, it takes a moment for him to process the words, but his eyes snap open, and he’s met with darkness. He's got to be dreaming, there’s no way Louis just said what he thinks he said. “What did you say?”

He can see the vague shrug from Louis before he turns around to toss the towel with the pile of their discarded clothes. “Did you say…” he starts slowly, automatically slinging his arm around Louis as he gets back into bed and throws the blankets over them.

“That we should make a sex tape?” Louis asks rather nonchalantly for such a big proposition. He cuddles easily into the warm body and confirms, “Yes, I did.”

13) Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat | Explicit | 34572 words

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

14) Mark My Word (We Gon’ Be Alright) | Explicit | 35524 words

"He’s always known that there would come a time when Harry would bond with some beautiful, quiet omega, and they would have lots of curly-haired pups and live happily ever after.

Knowing it and living it are two very different things, though. Watching the object of your affection desperately search for a mate and completely disregard you as an option is all sorts of painful, but it is what it is, and Louis is just going to have to learn to live with that."

15) Best Colours For Your Portrait | Explicit | 37717 words

Louis bites his lip in, his eyes leaving Harry's face, they are cast low as he takes a deep breath before sighing, "In solitude, I felt the liberty you spoke of."

"But," The omega glances up, his eyebrows twitching as he brings his face closer to Harry's neck to overpower the alpha's scent with his scent, "I mostly felt your absence."

16) Now I Think That I Could Love You Back | Explicit | 94931 words

“I do not care if she banishes me to my chambers for a month or the rest of the year, you two must see reason,” Louis protests, feeling a minor fit coming on. “He is nothing but an insufferable, cocky, cloddish, pitiful excuse for an Alpha, and he deserves to live the rest of his days in solitary, not me.”

“My, my, what an array of abuse. I surely would loath to be this inadequate excuse of an Alpha you speak of, but alas I cannot relate to possessing such deficiency,” a honey-glazed voice drips out from behind Louis, and the omega can feel the steam pouring over, ready to burst out of his already flushed ears.

17) Spoonful Of Sugar | Explicit | 42900 words

Note: This fic has a prequel here.

Louis Tomlinson cares for his family above all else, a fact that’s led him on a twisted path peddling drugs to support them. Just as he’s made the decision to jump ship, Louis gets snared between the two largest crime syndicates in the city. To keep his family safe he’s forced to trust the man that failed to keep his promise two years ago, the resident drug lord he’s unknowingly been working for, Harry Styles.

18) Tastes Like Summer, Smiles Like May | Explicit | 47519 words

A cold prince, an alpha with nothing left to lose and a kingdom with a secret.

19) Thinking About The T-Shirt You Sleep In | Explicit | 52488 words

Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation  (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

20) It’s Golden, Like Daylight | Explicit | 61496 words

A College/ABO/Fake Relationship AU where longtime friends, Harry and Louis, come up with the perfect plan to fake date, which, of course, ends up being a complete disaster.

21) Sleeping On Our Problems | Explicit | 67429 words

Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

22) Swallow The Knife | Explicit | 76168 words

“You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.

“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.”

Louis already knows that, of course. It doesn’t do anything to stop the pleased squirm in his belly every time Harry proves it, though. They fight like nobody’s business, both of them too stubborn to pull their punches when they’re arguing, and it used to get them in trouble, but they always make up.

Adrenaline makes Louis loose-lipped, and they both know it. He tightens his arms around Harry’s neck, buries his face in his hair. “I missed you,” he confesses, quiet. “Doesn’t feel the same up there by myself.”

23) The Wrath of the Emerald Eyes | Mature | 85205 words

His chin is grabbed harshly, facing the two deep green eyes that have been getting on his nerves for the past ten minutes. The smirk on the man's face does not vanish. The grip of his hand on Louis' chin does not soften, his thumb at the side of his lower lip.

His smile widens as he answers Louis' question, ''My name is Styles, but you will call me Captain."

24) Where You Lay | Explicit | 86038 words

When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles.  Harry reluctantly accepts, and together the two navigate a strange friends with benefits relationship that quickly turns complicated.

25) Cherry Red And Gloomy Blue | Explicit | 94931 words

Summer had never quite been like this before. Yes—it was still sticky, Diletta was the same as always and Louis’ family estate in the Italian countryside hadn’t changed one bit. However, something the young omega would’ve never expected was for a handsome, Italian alpha to completely turn his life upside down—hopefully for the better.            

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[fuckyeahfightlock]

So back in the day (2011) tumblr had a feature that would auto-post yr blog to yr Facebook timeline. I used it.

This was before this URL, when I was trying to make a business work, so I had a fashion/beauty type blog (@extraspecialeverything, which must still exist in some form because I just got a "Happy birthday to yr old defunct blog you forgot the password for" email from tumblr a few weeks ago).

Facebook Memories has been showing these posts to me the past couple months, and let me tell you. Whoooo, sis. 2010 had a LOOK.

So that's been amusing, as I delete those posts from my FB Memories.

[cloudymistedskies]

Here’s a fun fact about me:

Everytime my grandma comes over, I take the chance to go to her phone to just post something on my older cousin’s facebook with… roblox copypastas AahahahJAHAHSHDJ

There was a one time my cousin forgot his password on his fb account and I happen to have it on the family computer I have so I pretended to be a hacker and I was laughing my ass off this whole time

[masterofcookies]

So I think Schmitty changed my Facebook password years ago. I just tried to get onto my Facebook and it said I forgot the password. And I’m not going through that “forgot your password” thing again. Not after last time!

DAMN YOU, SCHMITSTINSTIEN!

[sodacandy908]

Zee: When I was 10, my Facebook password was Plasticine.

Fuse: One time I was on the motorcycle, I spit and I forgot I had my helmet on.

Newt: Every time I go to bathe I make a chapter of a novel that I invented, today is the grand finale and I'm excited :'v

Me hallé esto en pinterest y dije que si son

[dunne-ias]

Controversial opinion:

Forgot your password? shouldn't lead to resetting your password, it should just fucking remind you what the password was.

Especially if the site or service insists on not letting you reuse passwords.

Fuck you Facebook.