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cashappmentors · 2 years

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I Forgot My Cash App PIN: The Ultimate Guide to Reset Cash App PIN

Some money transfer apps are not secure and safe. Some apps are easy to hack, while others are difficult to penetrate, such as Cash App by square. Cash App is a popular app that you're proud to use. Cash App was specifically designed for security and safety. It allows users to send, receive, and store money online with a thick layer of security.

Cash App PIN is just one of the security features designed to protect your payment transactions. The Cash App PIN feature does have its downsides, just like all security features. The problem is that many cash app users forget their PIN. As you read this post, you may have lost your cash app pin.

Perhaps you've noticed suspicious activity in your Cash App account. No matter the reason, the Square Cash App allows you to reset and manage your PIN easily. Even if the Cash App has not forgotten your Identification Number, it is worth setting it up regularly to protect your wallet.

Cash App wants to ensure you are always protected when sending or receiving the money to and from your contacts. We will walk you through the steps on how to reset Cash App PIN and set it up. We will list the essential questions to help you understand the process. Let's now move on to the first question.

What is the Cash App PIN? How to create a unique Cash App PIN?

Most ATM transactions can be done using the PIN code and secret key. Why? Because the PIN is highly confidential and is only meant to be used by bank account holders. The traditional security feature of the PIN is to protect bank accounts, credit cards and debit cards. It is still highly effective and invulnerable today.

The idea is to create a unique Cash App PIN and keep it secret. If you aren't sure, the Cash App PIN is a code of 4 to 6 numbers that consists of numerical numbers. This code is required to send money through Cash App wallets or cash cards. Only then can any Cash App transaction be completed.

Where can I find my Cash App PIN? This question might be on your mind. This is a good question. Here's the answer. Your Cash App PIN can be found under the privacy tab in the personal tab. Scroll down for more information.

If you forget your Cash App PIN, how can you change it?

It is elementary to reset your Cash App password. You can change Cash App card PIN even if you lack technical knowledge. Follow the steps below to set your PIN settings.

Open the Square Cash App app on your smartphone.

Take a look at your home screen's top-right corner. A round icon with a rounded shape is located on the top-right side of your home screen. This icon is a personal tab.

Click the personal tab.

Scroll down to the bottom and choose "Privacy" from the drop-down menu.

You can also get the "Change Cash PIN."

Click here to get the "forgot Cash App PIN."

To confirm your identity, you'll receive a code from Cash App.

Enter the secret code into the field to create a new PIN.

After you have confirmed that you are the Cash app account holder, the option to modify Cash App PIN will be available.

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mhathotfic · 17 days

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Based on this post it was really fun to explore the concepts in this one

If you liked it please consider leaving a small tip through my cash app I'm trying to save up for nail tech classes and every little bit helps

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, reader is bullied briefly at the beginning, oral(female receiving), afab reader with she/her pronouns, vaginal fingering and penetration, omegaverse

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

“H-hey! Stop!” (Yn) yelled, knowing her pleas would fall on uncaring ears as the pack of girls shoved into someone’s room.

“Oh stop crying! We’ll let you out soon, probably”

She could practically hear the dismissive shrug and cruel smirk the leader of that little click likely gave.

“I guess that depends on how long Bakugou’s workout takes, you know how Alphas are! It'll probably only be an hour, maybe two? Hope he believes you when you tell him you weren't trying to steal from him!” they laughed, jamming the door shut and leaving (Yn) alone with nothing but her thoughts in the seemingly empty, strong-smelling room.

What did she do to deserve this? Whatever it was it couldn’t possibly warrant anything like this!

She was just a simple Omega, just trying to get a good education so she could get a good job, what did she do wrong to earn such scornful treatment?

Why di—

“The hell are you doing here?”

A heavy, labored, and husky voice sounded from behind her. She froze, her own voice trapped in her throat as she turned towards it to find the Alpha in question rising from his bed. His face flushed and hard to read as he observed her.

He knows her, well sort of? She's in a few of his classes. Always sticking to the corners of the room hoping no one noticed her, but he had.

He took note of every detail, head to toe, from the way her hair fell and complimented her face to the way she walked with a little sway in her hips.

He had wanted to talk to her at least once before his rut had started, but he never got the chance, and now that choice had been taken from them both.

“I uh, I don't know? I got s-shoved in here a-and.…” she stammered and rambled, getting his attention again.

But he couldn't focus on her words though. Her strawberries and cream scent was too sweet and distracting for him to ignore. In a desperate attempt to stave off his growing lust for the oblivious Omega, he tried to subtly palm himself quietly but he groaned at the contact making her jump.

He sounded pained, and her Omega instincts kicked in and brought her to his side quickly to see what was wrong and if she could help.

It was the biggest mistake she could have made. As soon as she was near, she could smell the scent of a frantic, rutting Alpha. It quickly became apparent the type of danger she was in quickly, but not as quick as Bakugou was.

He, in a matter of seconds, had torn through her clothes. Too far gone to ask any more questions or explain himself, too out of it to even notice her fearful begging for him to reconsider his actions.

All he could hear was that pleading tone and god was it easy to imagine that pretty voice begging him to breed her. A pretty little sound that made his knot twitch and ache. God, he needs to breed her.

He has to, needs to so badly, he couldn't stop himself when she smelled so danm good. He was going to breed her, but first, he had to make sure she was ready for him.

He shuddered at the thought, pinning her hips to his bed before laving his tongue over her sex, trying to put a taste to the sugary scent. This was the pussy he’d own. The one his Omega was in possession of. His, all his and he’ll make sure she knows it.

It didn’t matter that he’d never introduced himself properly to her, there’s plenty of time to know his mate better after this.

She tried to get him to stop. Squirming in his grip and tugging at his hair in a futile attempt to get him away from her, as she whimpered “Please, don’t”.

Only to be interrupted by a growl and a finger pushed into her already sopping wet cunt.

In his lust-altered state, her actions seemed like she was just impatient. Her plea was easily written off as her trying to beg him not to be a tease.

“Fucking god, you’re so damn wet, you want it bad don’t you?” he groans adding a second finger, and it must have sounded like some sort of sick taunt to her. His fingers thrusting and rubbing against her inner walls, unwanted and unwavering, but pleasurable in a way that felt like the deepest betrayal.

Her body was welcoming his actions and he seemed to be enjoying his perverse power over her. His lips pressed against her clit, kissing it before sucking and licking on the sensitive little bundle of nerves.

Pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. Closers to the cliff’s edge that she didn’t think she’d survive if she fell from it. It’d leave her broken, useless, and unable to fight his advances, but could she fight this anyway?

He seemed to have no problem overpowering her, seemed unbothered by her begging and feeble attempts to tug him off of her.

Should she just accept her fate? Should she just let herself fall apart and be his toy for the time being?

Her body felt hot and the little bit of internal thread he’s been toying with tangled, knotted, and pulled tighter and tighter until it snapped with a sobbing cry and blanking mind.

She clung tightly to him, not bothering to fight him when he kissed her and lined his thick cock with her entrance. Too far gone to even think about fighting this.

“P-please, at least be gentle with me, I um… I’ve never—”

“You’re still a virgin?” he cut her off, the gravity of their situation finally settling in his mind and he would have backed off. Apologizing profusely for how he behaved, how he let himself be taken by his rut.

She was probably waiting until she was more established to find herself a mate, and in a moment of selfish desperation he almost ruined her. He really did want to back off and let her go but…

“I— d-don’t you want me?”

But her instincts had kicked in and his hesitation must have read as rejection because she looked hurt.

Why did it hurt? She hadn’t wanted this, she didn’t want this!

But it hurts, it hurts so bad, tears started to prick up at her lashes.

Her body was going into heat because of him, and now he doesn’t want her?!

She was being rejected! She was being refused as an Omega and it hurts so much! Why would he be so cruel?

In reality, he doesn’t know what he was meant to do, he was no good at this.

No good at consoling words or gentleness, but he was good at expressing himself through his actions.

So he silenced her with one smooth roll of his hips, sinking into her until he was buried to the hilt.

Forcing back his growl and letting out a deep rumble of a purr in an attempt to assure her she would be safe sharing this first with him. He was determined to stay in control of his body through this, to touch her the way she wanted him to.

He was determined to force himself to be gentle, to slow his thrusts and take his time with her and…

“A-alpha”

Oh fuck.

He swallowed thickly, his pace quickening slightly. He didn’t know if he could keep this gentle facade for her if she wouldn’t even put up a fight against him. She’s being too accepting, too cute for him not to ruin thoroughly.

“I-it feels good! Feels— aha!”

Fuck it.

He took up the ruthless pace he was much more accustomed to and moved a hand to play roughly with her clit and a growl slipped out passed his lips. He couldn’t hold back after all, no, it was more like he just wouldn’t anymore.

He was allowing himself to get drunk off her whimpers and moans, taking pleasure from her blank and dazed expression as she practically crumbled under him.

“Are you, fuckin’ hell, you going to cum already?” He breathed against her ear, groaning at the resulting shiver that wreaked her body.

“You’re clenching around me so tightly, you wanted me to fuck you senseless like this, huh? Wanted to cum my knot, didn’t you?”. He grunted and she couldn’t find the words to respond.

She hadn’t wanted this at first, but now? She didn’t want to want this, but her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, and her nails clawed into his back of their own accord, her mouth ran without hesitation or thought.

“Please! Want it so bad! I want your knot Alpha!”.

She cried out and was silenced with a kiss and the overwhelming sensation of being pushed past the edge and stuck in that blissful free fall as he knotted her.

They stayed tied for what felt like hours before he could safely pull out. In truth it was only minutes, but the conversation they needed to have afterward made the wait unbearable.

Only for it to be as simple as explaining how she ended up trapped in with him, and a promise that he’ll never stop working to earn her forgiveness for this. Because no, it doesn’t matter how this happened or ended, he still did something awful to her and he won’t forgive himself until he’s made sure she’s living a happy fulfilling life with him.

The first step is tearing the heads off her soon-to-be former bullies.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader smut #katsuki x reader smut #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader smut #tw non con #tw dubious consent #tw omegaverse #tw bullying

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alwaysneedyforsir · 5 months

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this is an 18+ blog, minors do not interact. if you follow me or dm me or interact in any other way, i will block you if your age is not in your bio or pinned

my asks are open to everyone & my dms are open to my mutuals, as long as you’re respectful ☺️

also for any of y’all that wanna help a broke college student out a little bit, my cash app: $alwayskittenn

#pinned #pinned post #18+ only #old pinned post

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foldingfittedsheets · 2 months

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My inbox is a wall of wedding congrats and one very nsfw photo submitted to me that I’m stoked about buuuuut I’m gonna save for tomorrow.

Also! I got someone else asking so once again, if you’d like to give a wedding gift I have a Venmo, PayPal, and Kofi linked on my pinned post, as well as an Amazon wishlist. (That ones mostly for me but we both love towels which are the top item.)

Edit: any further gifts have to go through cash apps as someone got the towels and we didn’t pick out stuff. I didn’t realize folks would want to send us anything, haha.

#ramblies

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michi0no · 29 days

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Hey everyone

I’m here again asking for help. We’ve got a 3 day notice. Because while I’m still looking for work with absolutely no responses, my spouse lost their job. So the rent payment agreement I set up with our landlord is now… fucked up. Because we went from making like. $300 a week to nothing.

So now we need to pony up 1,000 in the next 2 days because we came home from a doctor’s appointment to the 3 days notice on our door.

I am DoorDashing but it’s a miracle to get $100 out of that these days. I am running rapidly out of resources and I am ready to beg.

Please. Anything would help.

I have my commission prices pinned to the top of my blog and also here.

If you can donate anything to help us:

My Ko-Fi is here

My Venmo is here

My Cash App is here

If you can’t help financially I get it. Please just share? I’m so tired of shit happening in our lives to make asking for help like this a thing.

#first thing tomorrow we’re applying for emergency assistance a few places but those are really slim pickings #I just want to live #michi whines #michi draws #please reblog #mutual aid #donations #commissions #help

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astorytotellyourfriends · 1 month

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Eddie installs the Ring doorbell when Chrissy asks him to.

Well, he says he will when Chrissy asks him. She brings it home one day and waxes poetic about how it'll make her feel safer on the nights he has to work late and she's all alone at home. He kind of thinks it's a waste of money but if it makes Chrissy feel better, then he'll agree to it.

It still takes a little over a week for Eddie to actually install it, and if not for Chrissy reminding him to turn off the breaker for that part of the house, he probably would've gotten electrocuted.

He downright refuses to download the app to his phone, saying it's overkill to have it on both of their phones especially when Chrissy's the one who wanted it in the first place. He's rarely home without her, so what good would it be?

Not to mention Eddie threatens to smash his phone several times a week when Robin starts quadruple texting their group chat, so random notifications from their doorbell would probably result in Eddie having to shell out cash for another brand new phone.

It's a little weird to see himself on the grainy video when Chrissy makes him test it out. She scolds him for giving the camera the finger, but she still gives him a kiss in thanks for doing the thing.

(One kiss is never enough, but that's a whole other story.)

He doesn't really think much of the camera after it's installed. It's not like he rings the doorbell when he comes home, so he doesn't even think about the fact that it's motion activated.

Chrissy also doesn't remind him of that until one morning where he wakes up to Chrissy giggling to herself. She hides her phone screen when he rolls over, sleepy and sort of hungover from his night out with Billy. He tries to pry her phone out of her hand so he can toss it aside and cuddle up with her for another couple hours of sleep, but she refuses to give it up.

"What's so funny?" he asks in a low rumble as he makes himself comfortable curled into her side, his cheek on her shoulder.

"You," she says as she finally shows him her screen.

The timestamp reads just before two in the morning, and the video starts with Eddie trudging up the stairs to their front door. He's a little wobbly but he doesn't trip, though he does lean heavily against the door once he reaches it.

Eddie has zero memory of this. It's sort of like having an out-of-body experience, watching his past self huff and grumble as he pats himself down in search of his keys.

But what Chrissy was giggling about was the fact that the Eddie on video is talking about her the whole time.

"...bet you're all cozy and cute in our bed, lookin' like a goddamn doll while you dream. Soft and pretty and perfect just like the first day I met-- godDAMMIT where are my fuckin' keys Jesus Christ I just fuckin' had them I swear to god-- YES finally okay Chrissy baby I'm coming for youuu!"

Chrissy bursts into giggles again as Eddie groans into her shoulder. He tries to grab her phone but she squeals as she keeps it out of his reach, shrieking his name when he abandons the endeavor and opts for tickling her instead.

He finally relents when she tosses her phone onto the nightstand and grabs both of his hands, twisting around to press Eddie onto his back and pin his arms down against the bed.

"You love me," she teases as she pecks a kiss to the tip of his nose and then his lips. Eddie hums against her mouth and makes a face when she pulls away.

"Can't prove it," he teases right back.

"Yuh-huh. I've got it on video."

"That was clearly doctored. Won't hold up in court."

"No?" Eddie shakes his head and Chrissy hums. "Good thing I've got plenty more evidence, your honor."

Eddie grins. "Is that right?"

"Mhmm."

"What kinda evidence?"

"I'm not telling you!"

"Pretty sure that's a violation of--"

Chrissy rolls her eyes and covers Eddie's mouth with her own again, kissing him harder this time. When she pulls back, Eddie's completely forgotten his argument. She releases her hold on his arms and he takes her face in his hands, chuckling softly when he hears her breath catch.

"I love you," he murmurs, watching as Chrissy's mouth breaks into a wide smile.

"I knew it."

#hellcheer #eddissy #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer headcanons #hellcheer fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fic #just a lil something i was thinking about the other day #disgustingly in love as per usual

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chubbybunnytgirl · 10 months

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New pinned post!!

Hiiii! I'm a trans woman in my 30's, and I'm here to indulge and share some horny thoughts & tease some content! This blog is focused on mostly kinks and fetishes like being fat, feedism, breeding, etc but will have plenty of posts about wistful yearning and stuff like that, too! But that means 18+ only, no exceptions!!

A little about me...I'm nerdy and like stuff like video games, anime, and making things! My vanilla job is in the outdoor industry, though I don't share too much of that here. I LOVE enjoying food & beverage (obviously), and while being lazy can be nice I also try to stay productive, somewhat active, and do things with my life!

My DMs are now closed to people who aren't mutuals. Sorry, I just couldn't take the "hey"s and obvious fap scrollers anymore...you can pay a DM fee of $20 or sub to my OF if you want to message. Asks are still open if any queer cuties have any questions or anything like that!

Links:

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Throne Wishlist - Wishlist where you can buy me stuff through a safe and secure third party! Treat me to some cute lingerie, some new toys, or a gift card for dinner delivery!🤤

Cash App - Send me a little gift directly at $emptylovely 🥰

I'll add more links and stuff as I get on some other platforms. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!!💜

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deviantgentleman2 · 2 months

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New pinned post.

I am a dom but a soft dom. I understand that your kinks are not your personality. This is a safe space for you to explore, engage, and enjoy. Feel free to interact, ask questions, comment, and message me you cuties. ❤️

Alsooo, it's not required whatsoever, but if anyone would like to donate to my tattoo fund, I'll appreciate it and love you forever ❤️. Trying to get my sleeve done this summer 😎. Can't wait to post a picture of it here!

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shjiyemis · 1 year

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Hello guys Im opening commissions!! Im opening 2 slots at a time though so it'll easier for me to work on each comission and will have signifiers on my pinned and bio!!!

I do use Paypal as well, those listed are just preferred

(PAYPAL IS DOWN FOR A BIT DUE TO SOME PROBLEMS, I WILL UPDATE LATER. VENMO AND CASH APP ARE STILL VERY MUCH OPTIONS THO)

0/2 = No Slots Taken

1/2 = One Slot Taken

2/2 = All Slots Taken

0/2

#my art #art commissions #homestuck #ocs #origin #original characters #anime #comics #charater refs #splatoon #lgbtq #poc #people of color #bipoc #fat characters

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thickthottiehottie · 4 months

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I guess I ought to make a pinned post since this is a pretty new blog

Hi I'm Laney, I'm 25, bi, and poly

I made this blog bc I have a separate porn blog full of hard kinks and I felt like my selfies skewed the continuity of what was there. Also I wanted to post the sfw stuff too. So I made this blog bc I wanted to be able to post more of me and share the posts of the other pretty people I run across

If you wanna contribute to the lingerie and nipple jewelry fund, my cash app is epiyersika

A few heads up things:

The tags I have here are #me and everyone else gets tagged as #pretty girls. If I don't tag you as pretty girls it just means I was lazy in the moment.

If I misgender you with the pretty girls tag or you don't want your post here just let me know, this is my preemptive apology

#pretty girls is on a queue

I like getting to know people but I don't want DMs from strange guys who just want to cajole me into sexting them. you get what i post or nothing.

Girls are welcome to message me anytime: I trust y'all more and need more non-boy friends . Mutuals are very welcome as well

Just remember if you're on here that if anyone starts harassing the people I reblog here then I will be morally obligated to put you down like a rabid raccoon.

Minors you shouldn't be on here for a list of reasons, legal or otherwise. Go explore your sexuality with other teenagers like someone who's not a loser.

If I think of anything else y'all need to know I'll edit this but as of posting I'm too tired to think of anything ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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ciginatree · 9 days

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Olive Bough

Grim reaper/death!Chris Motionless x unnamed, gender neutral character

Content Warnings: language, abuse, domestic violence, death, angst, alcoholism

Word Count: 2.4k

Author's Note: PLEASE READ THIS: I really debated writing this story at all, let alone posting it. It's based heavily on a poem I wrote in college, which is one of my favorite pieces of media I've written. The way death (Chris) is portrayed in this is also heavily inspired by The Book Thief. This is a lot darker than any other fic I've written so far, but I really felt like I should write it. I don't even feel like I did the idea justice, but who knows. Y'all are seeing a piece of my soul with this one. <3

The day had an air of finality to it. The kind of day where you can’t really picture another one coming, but you can’t place why. A solemnity, I suppose. I had just clocked off from work, waiting for the bus. The sun was low in the sky, melting off the mountain line and onto my skin so it could rest. My eyes felt hollow, the skin protecting them was thin and weak much like my bones. A sharp hiss of air alerted me to the bus I hadn’t seen coming. I waited for the doors to screech open before climbing the stairs, fishing my bus pass out of my pocket as I did so. I trudge to the middle of the bus, sliding into the musty seat and leaning my head back with a heavy sigh. I look to my left and see a girl with a backpack at her feet, earbuds wedged in her ears, bobbing her head to an unknown melody. A college student. I should have a backpack at my feet, I should be running myself into the ground with theses and slideshows. I check my phone, opening my banking app to check the balance. My heart aches. Soon. I turn my head to the dusty window, everything blurring past like a zoetrope.

Eventually, it slows and the familiar greenery of the downtown park comes into view. I stand, bracing myself on the chair in front of me as the bus jolts to a stop. I trod down the steps and onto the sidewalk, the sun barely draping over the rocky cliffs. I proceed down the crumbling path back to home. The evening breeze tangles itself in the overgrown bushes and I plug the hole in my jacket pocket with my fist before it can dance its way in. The trailer park peeks around the corner and I enter through the fence, trudging along the gravel until I travel the rotting steps of the stained white trailer home. The paint is flaking and the stair railing is armed with exposed nails. I shove my key in the lock, opening the door with a sighing creak before clicking it closed behind me. I kick my shoes off next to the mud caked boots by the door. He’s home. I take three steps before the violent sound of a door being thrown into a wall halts me. A quick current of adrenaline stabs through me and my heart is pitched into a panic, but I don’t move. Heavy footsteps thunder around the corner as a sweaty, precarious figure stumbles into the main room.

His pace quickens and I take a short step back before being thrown into the wall next to the door. I ricochet off the surface, but a calloused forearm pins me back to it by my chest. He leans in and the smell of pungent rot and body odor permeates around him, invading my nose. As he snarls out his words, his beer belly pushes into my abdomen.

“Where’s my fucking money?” His eyes are bloodshot, watery, and wild. I turn my head so my cheek is pressed against the wall and my eyes turn down, staring at the musty carpet.

“I don’t know,” I mumble. A curled fist strikes a myriad of colors into the side of my head and I yelp.

“Speak the fuck up.”

“Dad, I don’t know!” The last syllable of my reply trembles as I’m shoved harder into the wall and the wall trembles with me.

“There’s five dollars missing from that jar over there on the counter. Do you wanna tell me where it went or do you wanna keep getting smacked around like a pussy?”

I choke on a sob. “I didn’t have enough cash for lunch I was gonna pay you back with my tips the second I got home I swear, you always-!” My rambling is cut off by a blow to my stomach and I gasp for air. His hand crushes my wrist between us and I cry out as he blows more of his intoxicated breath between his fat, stubbled lips.

“I’m fucking tired of you takin’ my shit.Takin’ my money, takin’ my space. I’ve fucking had it!” He bellows, accentuating his last sentence by hurling me around his body and back into the trailer. I stumble, feet scraping the floor and my heart plummets as I fall. I register what’s about to happen right as my head smacks the iron rim of the coffee table, then follows my body to the floor with a wet thump.

I feel numb. Crimson tattoos my vision and I take a rattling breath. Dark gray static overtakes the blood pooling beneath my eye and narrows until all I can see is the coffee table leg in the foreground of a shit brown couch. I hear a deafening nothing in my ears as the static overtakes all of me.

* * *

I feel cold, rigid. Like waking up on the hard floor of a tent after a chilly night of camping. I’m on my side, and it’s dark. Well, it’s more of an emptiness; like being surrounded by thick clearness. A fog, I suppose, and it has stained my vision. My head is dazed and I start to tremble. I expect to feel my heart rate increase, but there’s nothing there. No warmth, no beating. I try to take a breath, but my lungs have vanished. My airway is empty; filled to the brim with a lead-like weight, I am permanently holding my breath. I can’t move, save for my eyes and I flick them around desperately to find anything to anchor myself to.

And there. In the distance. There’s a glow, a shadow surrounded by a fuzzy, warm yellow tinted light. It’s out of focus, but growing bigger, getting closer. A man. He comes into focus and everything about him counters the aura he portrays. His hair is long and black, matching the shade of his lipstick and color on his eyes. He has piercings decorating his lips and tattoos painting every inch of his skin. He crouches down beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder, and I can see his eyes now. They’re kind. A soft mossy brown that seems to luminate in the darkness shrouding me.

“Shh, it’s ok now. I’ve got you,” he whispers as his hand trails along my arm. His touch leaves a soothing warmth that spreads throughout me. It drips into me and I close my eyes. It fills the emptiness where my heart and bones should have been, supporting me. I feel him gather me in his arms, lifting me into a sitting position. In his embrace, the fog starts to dissipate leaving only the glow of his candle like warmth. I open my eyes and look up at him.

“Are you Satan?”

He chuckles. “No, I’m not Satan.”

I take in his appearance with an even more bewildered expression. “Are you God?”

“No, no, I’m not God either.”

“So, who…?”

He takes a breath, sitting down in a cross legged position in front of me. “Think of me like an olive bough. Your olive bough, a sign that there’s hope after your previous life.”

Fear spreads suddenly throughout me. “So I’m dead?”

The man gives a sympathetic nod that makes my chest heave. I suppose I had known, but the confirmation sealed my suspicions. I knot my fingers in my hair, shaking. “No, no, no I was so close. I was so close. I-” I sob as a tear blooms in my eye, sliding down my cheek like rain. Through my tears the man seems to flicker like an aurora. He watches me with sad eyes before reaching out to brush away the tears with a feather light touch.

“I know,” is all he says. It’s simple, just two words. And yet, there is so much unsaid that eases my mind. I sniff wetly and exhale through my mouth. He brings me back into his embrace, holding me to him. The black sweater that adorns his body is comfortable against my cheek and I cling to it, inhaling staccato breaths followed by long exhales. Somehow, I feel at peace here with this strange man, my Olive Bough. I cling to him like a leaf clinging to a branch in a storm, afraid that if I let go the fog will come back to consume me.

“Is there any way you can send me back?” I sob.

“Would you want to go back?” I think back to the musty trailer housing my drunken father. To dreading the walk home from work everyday, trembling in my bed as I hear my father stumbling around, and to never quite having enough money to sustain myself.

I shake my head against his chest, crumpling in defeat. He tightens his grip around me, his cheek pressing against the top of my head. More of his warmth seeps through the crown of my head and into my mind creating a pleasant fuzzy sensation. The tears that haven’t already been absorbed into his sweater start to dry. I hiccup softly and bring a hand to dab at my puffy eyes and he pulls away slightly to look at me.

“Why don’t you tell me a happy memory you have?” He suggests as he tucks away a wet, stray piece of hair stuck to my cheek.

“I don’t really have that many,” I sniff.

“There’s got to be something. It doesn’t have to be anything elaborate, just something simple that makes you happy.” I look down at his tattooed hands, thinking hard. I sniff and chuckle under my breath before answering.

“One time when I was a kid, before everything went to shit, we visited the Oregon coast. I couldn’t have been older than six, so I only remember bits of it. We rented a trailer and stayed right on the beach. I mean, it wasn’t much of a tourist type beach. There wasn’t any sand, just rocks, and it was really cold. But it was nice. It was really quiet and I was able to run right up to the shoreline to chase the seagulls and throw rocks into the waves,” I smile and laugh at the memory, another tear slipping down my face. He laughs softly, offering his kind smile as he listens. “We went and saw the cliffs too. It was really green and there were some jellyfish that washed up on the rocks. I’d never seen a jellyfish before then, it was really cool.” My words settle and we sit in momentary silence before I ask the dreadful question.

“So, do I get to go to heaven?” I’m scared of the answer, gripping the hem of my shirt without looking at him. He takes a breath and pulls away a little more, holding me at arms length.

“I’m sorry, but… it doesn’t really work like that.” I look at him warily, my eyes filling with dread and he hurries to explain. “It’s not the kind of heaven you’re thinking of is what I mean. It’s not really a place. It’s more of… a feeling.”

“I don’t understand,” I shake my head, trying to comprehend what he means. The man thinks for a moment before answering.

“You know when you’re watching a sunrise and that first warm beam of light hits your face? Or when you finally drift off to sleep after crying for hours? It feels like that.”

I think of those moments, trying to imagine it. “Does it feel like you holding me like you were?”

He chuckles, rubbing my arm. “Yeah, I suppose it could feel like that too,” he says softly.

“I don’t really have any family or friends, who will I see there?” His expression turns solemn and compassionate again.

“You won’t see anyone. You won’t see anything really. Essentially, you melt into a feeling.” My eyebrows furrow and my chest flutters with anxiety.

“Well, will I ever see you again? No one’s ever been this gentle with me,” my eyes start to waver and I blink quickly to dissipate the tears. “I don’t want to be alone again, I really like being here with you. It feels so nice, I’ve never felt that before I-” he shushes me gently, taking both of my hands in his.

“I’ve always been with you and I’ll always be with you. I’m the only thing that’s ever been certain in your life, the only thing you could ever hope for that will, without a doubt, come true. I’ve been there all those times your father has wandered home drunk and every time you’ve held a blade right on the verge of giving up. I’ve been there, waiting to catch you. Every time. I’ve been waiting to hold you like this and let you know that everything is ok. That I’ve got you.” He smooths his thumb in circles over the back of my hand, gazing at me with more empathy and kindness than I could muster in a lifetime. “It’s going to be ok, I promise,” he whispers, barely audible. I nod, blowing out a breath.

“Do you have a name?” I ask. I want to have a name I can think of that will conjure up his image in my mind. A tangible word to pin his being to.

“Not exactly.”

“Can I give you one?”

“You might get too attached to me if you give me a name.”

“I already am, besides you said you’d always be with me.” His mouth twitches up.

“Then if you’d really like to, go ahead.” I think for a bit, analyzing him.

“You look like a Chris.” His smile widens and he lets out a breathy laugh.

“Chris it is then. I like it,” he says, squeezing my hands and falling silent for a moment. “Are you ready?” he asks gingerly. I shake my head, holding tighter to his hands. “I know.” He pulls me back into his embrace. I cling to him again as I bury my face into his neck and try to memorize the feel of him holding me.

“I don’t wanna leave,” my voice shakes. Chris keeps one arm tight around my back, trailing the other up to tenderly pet my hair.

“Don’t think of it as leaving, think of it as moving forward. Things will only get better, I promise,” he whispers into my ear. His affection seems to surround me, drawing me impossibly closer to him. The sunset of his aura absorbs my senses and everything else starts to fade away. I don’t feel my limbs anymore, there’s no stiffness, no pain. I can’t see the fog anymore, only warmth. With no heartbeat to keep track of time, I sit in the feeling and drift away.

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