multifandom oneshots/preferences

xxxvii. deveti--shawn crahan (slipknot)

a/n: my b for writing so many record store one shots...i'll try to do something different with this one!

"Ooh, it's warm outside!" you hum as you pull your window open. It's been a particularly dark winter, so a breezy early spring day is a nice opening to the new season.

Deveti, your brazilian black tarantula, takes a few steps out of her hide to see what the change in lighting in the dark room was. You look down at the spider. 

It's been so long since she's felt the fresh air. She loves to come out and explore in the outdoors with you. She will obediently sit in a hood or a pocket or on your shoulder while you walk around your neighborhood and simply observe. 

"Let's buy some albums," you pull the bottom of the terrarium open, letting Deveti climb up your sleeve. 

...

You're shuffling through some records from The Cure when it occurs to you that your spider isn't climbing around on the dividers between bands anymore. 

Oh, shit. 

You recall the few other people in the shop, the main one striking fear into you being a man a bit taller than you who definitely looked like he would crush Ms. Deveti in one merciless blow. 

As subtly as you can, you scan the area around you, looking last to your right at the man...who is trying to play a bit with Deveti. He's holding two fingers out in her direction and lightly tapping against the records she's sitting on as she watches him. 

Hm, that's odd. Deveti isn't being moody. She's entertaining the man, even, taking a small leg and touching it to the man's fingertip. 

"Hey there," the man mumbles. "You're very cool."

The spider takes a slow step closer to the hand until she climbs onto it. 

"Deveti," you say without thinking, getting the man's attention. 

"Oh, shit, sorry, I just found this...do you want me to put it outside?" he asks, suddenly very flustered and bewildered. 

"What? No, that's my tarantula. Her name is Deveti," you come closer to him, outstretching your hand to take her back. 

"That's a pretty name. It matches a very pretty spider," the man smiles at you, his thumb pushing Deveti towards you. 

"She would thank you if she could speak," you reply. 

"I'm Shawn, by the way."

"Y/n."

"It's good to meet both of you," Shawn shakes your hand. "I got to know two pretty names today."

Shawn's phone vibrates and he checks it with a huff. "I have to go, but will I see you around?"

"Uh, sure," you nod. 

"Hold on," Shawn pulls a pen and a receipt from his pocket and writes something on it. "Call me if you want to, Y/n."

Well you're a good wingman, Deveti. I appreciate it.

...

short and sweet!