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Trust Part 5

Summary: Jenna moves in across from Eddie and Venom after escaping an abusive relationship. Within hours of meeting the journalist, her ex-boyfriend winds up dead and she comes face to face with the creature terrorizing San Francisco.

Chapter Summary: Eddie, Jenna, and Venom go out for the first time.

Warnings: Mention of an abusive relationship, anxiety, mild sexual themes

Eddie knew he was getting too worked up about a dinner. That’s all it was, they would go to a restaurant, chat, and call it a night. Hopefully, it would all go smoothly. He wasn’t worried about the talking aspect because everything about him was out in the open now. He wasn’t afraid to be an open book to her if that’s what she needed from him.

But for some reason, he still felt like it was his first time ever going out with a girl. He needed to make sure everything was perfect before he left.

Okay…shower, cologne, tidy scruff, dark t-shirt in case of nervous sweating, and deodorant.

“Alright, V, ready to go soon?” He sat on the edge of his bed as he pulled on a nice pair of boots instead of the ratty sneakers he was so fond of.

“Yes, but I am wondering what I should do. I know I cannot come out when we are in the restaurant. But when you and Jenna discuss mating, what should I do?”

“Mating?” Eddie’s head raised in alarm. “Whoa, no, no, no, we’re not going to…I never…do not say anything about mating Jenna, or even me for that matter.” He insisted firmly.

Venom seemed perplexed as he filtered through Eddie’s thoughts. “But we are two different species. We cannot mate together. My species reproduces asexually, much like your plants. You require a human female to produce an offspring. Jenna is a female.”

His cheeks went red. “Yes, I know that I went through sex-Ed in middle school. But when two people like each other they don’t just get right to having a baby.”

“Nature’s goal is to continue the survival of a species. I believe the human scientist, Darwin studied this. He is very famous, yes?”

“Yes, yet the world is overpopulated enough. We aren’t wired to…I mean we are but we are smarter than that. We’re not all running around just following our animal instincts.” Eddie groaned and rubbed his eyes as he figured out the best way to explain it to the symbiote. “I guess humans are very social, right? We want to be around other people but it doesn’t mean we want to get married and have children. Unless you find the right person then you’ll discuss that in the future. But this is our first time out with Jenna.”

“You are spending time with her because you are both compatible. You are not thinking about mating.” It seemed wasteful to Venom but a part of him was starting to understand. “Like how we enjoy each other’s company. Yet we will not reproduce.”

“Right,” Eddie was relieved he was getting it and wouldn’t mention the conversation to Jenna. “Speaking of which, we need to be honest to Jenna about everything.” He stood up and grabbed his leather jacket.

“Agreed. I will remind you.”

He smiled. “Sounds like a plan.” One more check in the mirror and Eddie went to knock on Jenna’s door.

“Yeah, be there in a minute!” She called.

Venom purred happily in Eddie’s chest, doing laps around his heart making it race even faster than it already was.

“Easy, tiger.” He put a hand over his heart to relax the symbiote. But it didn’t do much good when Jenna opened the door.

She came out in a casual, floral print dress, a long sweater, and tights. She carried a jacket over her arm. “Ready?” She smiled but inside she was pretty nervous too. She didn’t doubt her decision to see them, but it was nerve-wracking. She hadn’t been out with an unfamiliar man in a long time. But was Eddie really that unfamiliar anymore? Well, she supposed she would find out if he had anything else to tell her. But there didn’t seem to be like anything else that would be much more shocking than Venom.

“Yeah uh…” Eddie’s brain blew a fuse and he struggled to string together a coherent sentence. “You look great.” He wasn’t totally sure he was speaking proper English, Venom was distracting him.

“Tell her she smells delicious.”

“What? No.” Eddie blurted out.

Jenna looked confused. “Thank you…but I didn’t say anything.”

“No ha, sorry, Venom said you-”

“She smells like flowers and chocolate!”

Eddie smiled nervously. “He says you smell good.” He left out the ‘delicious’ part because he didn’t want her to think Venom was fixing to eat her. “Maybe something chocolate? He really likes chocolate.”

“Oh.” To his relief, Jenna looked amused as her lips quirked up and she held her hand out. “Cocoa butter hand cream. He’s got a good nose.”

“Yeah, he can sniff it out for a mile away.” He chuckled. “So, you know a good place? We’re not too picky.” They began walking downstairs.

“I had one place in mind. It’s a little far if you wanted to split a cab.” She offered.

“I have a bike if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Sure.” She shrugged and didn’t seem too fazed by the mode of transportation.

“Cool, let me just grab the extra helmet.” He jogged back up to his apartment and found Anne’s old helmet that he’d hidden away. He’d nearly forgot about it after he unceremoniously chucked it in the depths of his closet to cover up his heartache.

He returned to Jenna and handed it to her. “Have a lot of female passengers?” She teased as she took in the white and gold helmet.

He laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “Ah, no. Not for a long time, anyways. That was actually Anne’s.”

They arrived at the lobby and Jenna cocked her head to the side in surprise. “Anne Weying?”

“Yeah.” He felt it was as good of a time as any to tell her the truth about his past relationship. “She and I…we were engaged ‘bout a year an a half ago.”

She nodded and ran her fingers over the helmet’s smooth surface. It was nearly spotless and had a glittery sheen to it. “Oh…”

“But, y’know, she’s with Dan and we’re friends now. They helped me a lot after the Life Foundation incident. Things are different now.”

“Well,” She realized his past girlfriends weren’t really an issue. And if there were something wrong with Eddie, Anne would’ve warned her. “Thanks for being honest.” She said genuinely. A smile formed on her glossed lips.

“Yeah, no problem.” Eddie felt weightless. “Okay, so have you been on a motorcycle before?” He and Jenna took the back door to the alley where his bike was parked.

“Tyler had one, actually.” She told him. “He drove like an idiot and totaled once.”

Eddie froze. “He did?” He wasn’t sure how to react when she brought up her ex, the ex they’d decapitated.

Venom even let out a low snarl when he thought about the man who hurt Jenna. “We are not guilty about what we did.” He grumbled.

Unaware of Venom’s comment, Jenna spoke. “It’s okay.” She assured Eddie.

He nodded and gave a weak smile. “Well, good, so you’re familiar. That’s good, helpful. I didn’t want to make you nervous.”

“So the motorcycle would make me more nervous about the Venom situation?”

Venom’s chuckle echoed Eddie’s. “It’s a different level, I guess.”

She smiled and tucked her hair back so she could slip on the helmet. “Oh, got it.”

“Fit alright?” He asked and started the bike.

“Yep.” Jenna minded her dress as she got on behind him.

“I’ll go slow.” He promised over the engine.

“Don’t drive like a senior citizen just because I’m here.” She teased and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Eddie’s chest tightened as the air was knocked out of his lungs. He tried to keep his breathing steady so she wouldn’t notice. God, he wasn’t a teenager who popped a hard one every time a girl touched him. He’d had relationships before, was almost married for Christ’s sake.

Venom pondered over his flustered thoughts. “But, Eddie, I have never experienced this before. This is new for me, so perhaps I am making you more nervous.” He theorized.

Eddie couldn’t help but smile softly. How could such a creature be so menacing yet so innocent?

Venom traveled up his spine and extended down his sides. “Will you ask Jenna if we can hold her hand? We want to keep her safe.”

“Sure, Ven.” He murmured and turned so Jenna could hear the request. “So, Venom wanted to hold your hand if that’s okay. He can be overprotective.

After thinking it over, Jenna nodded. The symbiote had touched her before so it wouldn’t be much different. “Yeah okay.”

Thrilled but cautious, Venom extended a few tendrils from Eddie’s ribs. The black cord-like limbs carefully rested over her hands, which were interlocked over Eddie’s stomach. It created a little sandwich between the three of them and it made Jenna feel secure rather than frightened.

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Eddie drove them through the city streets. He was a little more careful than usual but he didn’t want to make it seem like he was so nervous around her. Jenna rested her chin on his shoulder to give him directions. Venom tightened his hold on her hand ever so slightly every time they went around a corner.

They parked on the sloped street and Venom unraveled from Jenna’s hand. Eddie offered her a hand off the bike.

“Probably shouldn’t have worn a dress.” She took off the helmet and self-consciously smoothed her hair down.

“Why? You look great.” He was a little breathless. “Oh because of the bike, duh.”

Jenna smiled at his goofy but charming demeanor. “C’mon, there shouldn’t be too long of a wait.” She touched his arm as they walked in. Venom strained to feel her warmth between the layers of clothing. The symbiote was so fascinated by her presence and how it made them feel.

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Once seated, Eddie and Jenna dove into conversation sparing the idle chitchat. She wasn’t kidding about the no bullshit because she needed to know if he really was everything he seemed.

“So you and Anne were engaged.”

“Mhm.” He nodded. “Y’know, it was hard. It was because of the whole Carlton Drake thing, but it was my fault. I thought I was so untouchable and on top of the world. The truth needed to come out and I was the only one to do it.” He busied his hands with trying to perfectly align his fork and knife. “I thought that no matter what I did it would be for the greater good. That insane man would be exposed but I didn’t realize I couldn’t just go around thinking rules didn’t apply to me. A grown man being so selfish..” He rolled his eyes at his stupidity. “I hurt Anne, made her lose her job.” He sighed heavily and met Jenna’s eyes. “It was so embarrassing, still is, that I kinda stuck my head in the sand. It was actually Ven who got me to apologize. You’d think since he’s new to Earth he wouldn’t understand but he’s so much more than expected.”

Jenna rested her elbow on the table every inch of her face invested and listening to his admission. It was the first time she’d seen someone, especially a guy be so open about his feelings. “You talk about him like he’s your closest friend.” She observed.

“Well, I think it wouldn’t be great if we didn’t get along. I mean every part of me is technically him now too. We share everything.”

“So that’s why you say ‘we’ instead of ‘me’.”

“It’s a little fuzzy something. Like I know what it’s like to be just a regular guy. Now that Venom is with me, it’s basically two people but we’re just so connected.” He chewed on the inside of his cheek. “It’s not easy to explain. Under his shirt, Venom coated over his shoulders to relax him a little bit. It made him feel warm inside. “We’re one.”

Jenna studied his thoughtful and happy expression as she propped up her chin on the palm of her hand. “You love him.”

“Huh?” Eddie’s train of thought came to a screeching halt. He wasn’t sure how she’d come to the conclusion so easily. Was he that easy to see through?”

“I mean you talk about it like a relationship. He’s obviously very protective over you and you are as well. Just the way you talk about him.” She shrugged. “I thought it was fairly obvious.”

“Yeah, I do.” He said the words out loud and Venom affectionately hugged him from the inside, which was always a strange but welcoming feeling. “You’re not…bothered by that?” He rested a hand on his shoulder to return the touch to the symbiote.

“I mean, bothered isn’t the right word.” She tucked a piece of loose hair away. “Love is different for everyone, right? And as long as it doesn’t harm anyone it’s no one’s business to judge. It’s definitely nothing I’ve ever heard of before but it’s real. I can see that clearly.” She said softly. “I don’t know if I’ve ever been in love before. I thought I had been but I don’t think it was real. I’ve seen others in love though, I can see it on your face.”

“Yeah, no, I know it’s not normal but it works for us” He was relieved that she accepted it. Venom was everything to him and knowing Jenna understood made him feel so comfortable with her. “So, you’re still going out with a guy who is in love with an alien that’s attached to him?” He gave her a sly smile just to keep the mood light.

She laughed and shrugged. Her fingernails tapped over the laminated menu as she averted her eyes shyly. “It’s just a trial run.” She reminded him. “Although I think it’s kinda funny.”

“What is?”

“I was just thinking about my past relationships.” Since Eddie had been extremely honest, she felt it was only fair to open up a little too. His honesty relieved her worry and gave her some courage to speak candidly. “Like, my first college boyfriend was supposed to be perfect. He was on the football team, he was tall, beautiful eyes. All the girls wanted him. But he chose me and I thought my life had finally lined up. He’d keep me safe and love me properly. We’d date, I’d get my degree, we’d get married, have kids, and grow old together.” She took a sip of water to calm down her racing heart and competing thoughts. “On paper, he was supposed to be perfect. But he was so mean.”

Eddie reached over the table to offer an open hand to her.

Keeping her composure, Jenna accepted and entwined her fingers with his. She noticed an extra warmth from Venom who wedged himself into the hand touch.

“Now I meet a blacklisted reporter with a symbiote.”

“So…” Eddie winced sheepishly. “Not so great on paper.”

She bit her lip and nodded. “No, not great on paper. But you’ve been much more than any other people in my life.” She admitted and sucked in a breath. “I just don’t want to fall down that rabbit hole of infatuation and have it all go wrong.”

“We can wait until you feel comfortable,” Eddie promised. “That’s no problem. Anything you need, we’ll do.”

Jenna looked at their hands. When was the last time she’d been so comfortable with someone touching her? When had she not flinched when a man reached a hand towards her? It felt like ages. His eyes were full of hope, like a ray of sunshine that was pushing out the shadowy insecurities from the depths of her heart. It felt warm and comforting. But it would take a while before he could clear out all the doubt and fear that had been beaten into her.

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After dinner, Eddie and Jenna returned home. They’d spent a lot of time at the restaurant talking. He spoke with such honesty it was like Jenna was an old friend to him. She was a little more reserved but was a good listener, engaging with him in the conversation. Venom watched intently, learning new things about her and about human dating rituals. He asked Eddie a few questions but for the most part, he took the opportunity to observe. Hopefully, in time, he would be able to participate in future dates, although he reasoned it would have to be somewhere private.

“Thanks for taking me out, Eddie,” Jenna said gently as they walked up to their floor. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to go out with a friend.”

Eddie smiled. “Yeah, me too.” He admitted. “It’s nice to have someone to talk to about everything.” He reached into his pocket for his keys.

“Well, if you want to do it again soon, we can.” She offered and handed him the motorcycle helmet.

“Alright, yeah. Oh also, I think I’m going to write that article.” Eddie fiddled with his keys. “The one about Venom.”

Jenna looked at him strangely. “You’re going to write about yourself?” She reached into her purse for her keys.

“Well, technically yes.” He ran his hand over the back of his neck. “But what we talked about, people who witnessed him.”

“That is a stupid idea.”

“It’s not a stupid idea.”

“No,” Jenna tried to make it seem like she wasn’t judging him. “I don’t think it’s stupid.”

“Venom said it was. But it’s fine, he doesn’t have to like it.”

“I do not like it.”

“It would be risky though.” She sympathized with the symbiote even if she couldn’t hear him.

“Nah, I think people assume he’s not attached to a human. Besides, no one would suspect the man who’s writing about him is him.” The journalist shrugged. “I’ll just talk to a few people and maybe get a more positive light on him.”

The corner of her lips quirked up in amusement. “So you’ll brag about how heroic you two are?” She went to open her door, jiggling the lock when it stuck as usual.

“Hey, I never used the word heroic.” He couldn’t help but smile a little at her jab. “But we’re not out there hurting senior citizens or children.”

She just sighed and felt exhausted from how upside down her world had turned. “Goodnight, Eddie.”

“So we can go out again?” He reiterated. “You don’t have to do an interview. I was just thinking since you suggested it a while ago…”

“That was before I knew you are Venom.” She stood in her doorway and picked at the chipped wood of the jamb.

“Yeah, that’s true.” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry about that I should’ve-”

“I’ll think about it.” She promised. “Goodnight, you two.” She gave them a smile before going inside and shutting the door.

Venom was so happy that he forgot about the article idea. “She was very nice, Eddie, we enjoy her company.” The symbiote chattered like an excited child.

He smiled warmly. “Yeah, we really do.”

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Jenna set her things down and double-checked that her locks were fastened shut. She slid off her jacket and went to get a drink of water. Her phone pinged and showed her a notification of a German shepherd puppy that was available. She checked the price and sighed because there was no way she could afford it. She wasn’t even sure she could raise a puppy but she was keen on getting some company and extra protection.

As she went about her nighttime routine, her heart was racing with uncertainty. She went over the dinner with Eddie over and over again in her head. Her rational side and irrational side combed through the interaction, looking for red flags. Everything from the way he looked at her to the things he talked about. It was hard to give a fair assessment. And it certainly was a rabbit hole of a decision. If she gave Eddie the benefit of the doubt, then she was offering herself up for a healthy relationship or making herself vulnerable to be hurt again. Yet, she was hesitant to be alone. There was always a thought that she could just drop relationships altogether and just be with herself and solely loving herself. But she was a human being who craved love and affection from another person. Although she had a distorted view of relationships, she still believed true love existed out there. For years, she thought that despite being abused there was a silver lining to her relationship. Remember when Tyler threw her a birthday party for her twenty-fifth? When CJ won her that teddy bear at the fair? When Mason had bought her flowers just because? When her father took her out to Sunday breakfast at the diner?

It made her have a huge case of the “yeah-buts” when her friends intervened.

“Look at the bruises, Jen.”

“Yeah but…”

“He chipped your tooth, Jenna.”

“Yeah but…”

“He put holes in the wall, Jenna.”

“Yeah but…”

“Look at your face, Jenna. Look what he did.”

“Yeah but…”

She didn’t want to excuse another person’s actions again if it put herself in danger. After some healing, Jenna could pass by Eddie without another look. At least, that’s what she continued to tell herself. She still had weaknesses and her hope for a normal relationship fueled her curiosity of the journalist. None of her relationships were normal. Every man had either put his hands on her or screamed at her until she was cowering in a corner, crouched down, hands over her ears, and crying. She didn’t wear the word “victim” on her forehead anymore. When she did that, the worst of the male population crawled out of the shadows and sweet-talked her until she was head over heels.

Her best friend told her she was a hopeless romantic even though she hadn’t had someone truly love her. It stung but it was true.

She turned off the light and placed her switchblade under her pillow and made sure her metal baseball bat was propped up against the bed frame by her hand. Worried, she got up and checked the front door’s locks again and again until she was assured it was secure enough.

Tyler was gone and wouldn’t be trying to beat down her door anytime soon. But his friends and family were still on the warpath. Even if her neighbor next door could swallow people whole, she wasn’t taking chances.

She retreated to bed and pulled her covers up to her chin. She wanted to cry but decided she was too tired. Eddie was on her mind as she reluctantly closed her eyes. There was no telling what she would decide if she ever did. Undiagnosed and still wounded by her scars, she wondered if it was fair to keep yo-yoing back and forth to him. But the week wasn’t over yet.

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Across the hall, Eddie woke up in a hot and bothered state. A chill ran down his spine as he shot up in bed. A thin coat of sweat coated his face and chest. While he panted heavily and shook himself awake, Venom was curiously replaying the dream he’d just had.

Simultaneously, Eddie saw brief images of it.

Jenna in a black little number.

Jenna stripping down in front of him.

Jenna kissing him so hard he lost his breath.

Jenna’s hands touching all over his skin, joined by web-like fibers that had to be manifestations of Venom.

Flustered, Eddie shoved aside his sheets and stumbled to the bathroom. The light went straight to his onset headache and made his eyes sting and water.

“Goddammit.” He slurred and groped blindly for the shower knobs. The showerhead chuffed to life, spouting out a weak stream. He clumsily took off his damp t-shirt and sweatpants before stepping into the shower.

Venom, who was too puzzled to speak at first, hissed at the first contact of water. “Cold!” He griped.

“Yeah, I know.” He grumbled and hung his head. The water droplets passed over his neck and back, slipping down and dripping off him like melting ice. He felt like a garbage human being. Here was a beautiful and caring woman who gave him the benefit of the doubt. Now his brain and testosterone were treating her like she was just eye candy and nothing more. Of course, it wasn’t intentional but there was some recess of his mind that conjured up that fantasy. It didn’t just come out of nowhere.

Venom listened to his host’s self-deprecating thoughts for a moment before requesting clarification. “Why are we showering now?” He asked.

“Just needed to clear my head.” It was comforting to have the symbiote there because it made him feel less alone at times like that.

“What was that dream about Jenna? You became aroused.”

“No, no that was…” Eddie grimaced and rested his fist on the shower wall. “It was wrong.” He couldn’t just write it off as nothing, the symbiote wouldn’t believe him.

“Why?”

“Because I shouldn’t think about her that way. She’s a friend and the last thing she would want is for me to think of her like that.” He tried to explain vaguely. He wasn’t really in the mood to go into the embarrassing dream.

“She would not want that?”

“No.” Eddie closed his eyes for a moment and shivered under the cold water.

“Please explain.” The symbiote was desperate to learn about all the aspects of human life even the uncomfortable parts. And Eddie was certainly uncomfortable.

“It’s…look, Ven, I know we like Jenna but remember how I was talking about how humans don’t just immediately have sex?”

“Yes.”

“We’re just friends right now and Jenna’s going through a lot of things. You know how I was sad about Anne? People are affected by their past relationships.”

Venom reached out to turn off the shower and reached for a towel to wrap around Eddie as they stepped out. “It changes your mindset?”

“Yes, exactly. At least for a bit. Sometimes it has a bigger impact on people because of what they went through. Jenna was hurt by her past boyfriends.”

“But we would never do that to her!” Venom insisted.

“I know, handsome, but she can’t just believe us on face value. Hopefully, when she gets to know us better, she’ll be able to trust us. But it’s not going to be a quick process. Respecting boundaries, right?”

“Perhaps we can ask her about her boundaries next time we see her.”

Eddie smiled and dried himself off. “That’s a great idea, Ven, we’ll do that.”

The symbiote preened proudly but then hesitated. “Eddie.”

“Yeah?” He trailed a bit of water to his bedroom when he went to get fresh clothes. He got dressed and ran the towel through his hair. Some excess water pressed the t-shirt to his back as he went to get back in bed.

“I was in your dream.” He reminded him.

“Yeah…you were.” He looked up at the ceiling.

The symbiote emerged and rested his head on the pillow beside him. It was one of his favorite spots. The fabric was soft and smelled of Eddie. He also got a good view of his host’s face. “Does that mean you wish to do that with me?” He wondered innocently.

Eddie cleared his throat. Never in his life did he think he would consider having sex with something literally out of this world. Unless you counted Princess Leia who he had a crush on as a child. But Venom was certainly a far cry from Carrie Fisher. “You know I love you.”

“Yes.” Venom purred happily. He adored nothing more than to hear that from the man. It made him feel more attached than they already were. It was an emotional attachment, something deeper than a physical bond. But perhaps intercourse would be a deeper physical bond. “I love you too.”

“But neither of us have…”

“Had intercourse.”

Eddie’s cheeks flushed red and he laughed good-naturedly. “You’re funny, d’you know that? I’ve had sex, just not with a symbiote. I’m not sure how it would work.”

“I see.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not…impossible.” Eddie laced his fingers together and rested his hands on his stomach.

“Perhaps we can try to see. The very least, you can introduce me to human love.”

“Mhm…yeah, sure.” He’d already done a lot of things he never thought of. Sitting on top of a building, being in a high-speed motorcycle chase, and of course, eating someone. Was sex really that crazy? They were already so close and if they wanted to express a deeper sense of love, maybe it would even be healthy for them. If anything, it would relieve some of Eddie’s pent-up sexual frustration. He obviously hadn’t had a partner since Anne left and he’d been too shy to masturbate since the symbiote had come along.

“Yes?” Venom prompted.

“Yeah, of course.” Eddie smiled at him. He felt a bud of excitement form in the pit of his stomach. He was excited to explore. “But not tonight.” He said and reached over to run his thumb over the sharp jaw of the symbiote’s head. “And you might need to ease up on the teeth. I don’t want you taking a chunk outta me.” He teased.

Venom grinned. “Okay.” He agreed.

“Get some rest, sweetheart.” He murmured and closed his eyes.

“Goodnight, Eddie.” Venom curled up close to his host and his eyes slid closed. Everything felt right.

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How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home? – Jodi Picoult • I aint such a mug as to put up my children to all I know myself. – George Bernard Shaw • I confess, right at the start, to the doubts – and sometimes outright dreads – that go with me as I climb the stairs to my study in the morning, coffee mug in hand: I have to admit to the habitual apprehension mixed with a sort of reverence, as I light the incense . . . and wonder: what is going to happen today? Will anything happen? Will the angel come today? – Gail Godwin • I gave my mother a matching set [of mugs] for Christmas, and she accepted them as graciously as possible, announcing that they would make the perfect pet bowls. The mugs were set on the kitchen floor and remained there until the cat chipped a tooth and went on a hunger strike. – David Sedaris • I have mugs of hot water every morning because the studio is cold, and also because it makes my throat sound clearer. – Mika Brzezinski • I hight don Quixote, I live on peyote, marijuana, morphine and cocaine. I never know sadness, but only a madness that burns at the heart and the brain. I see each charwoman, ecstatic, inhuman, angelic, demonic, divine. Each wagon a dragon, each beer mug a flagon that brims with ambrosial wine. – Jack Parsons • I like light green, sometimes red is fun to look at, not a fan of yellow, unless it’s in a rainbow or on a coffee mug or on a happy face. – Chris Kattan • I like my mug shot. I think I have a really great mug shot. It looks like a magazine shoot. – Paris Hilton • I wasn’t a great improviser when I started there; I’m not really up on current events. I would always just mug, just try to get my laughs from making faces. So I decided to do a character who should never have become a comic – somebody you would see at the Comedy Store and go, “This person is never going to make it.” – Paul Reubens • Ice is most welcome in a cold drink on a hot day. But in the heart of winter, you want a warm hot mug with your favorite soothing brew to keep the chill away. When you don’t have anything warm at hand, even a memory can be a small substitute. Remember a searing look of intimate eyes. Receive the inner fire. – Vera Nazarian • If you and I took a walk down a shopping street in Jo’burg or Cape Town or London, we see two guys looking in a shop window, we think, “Oh, they’re wondering what they’re going to buy.” A cop looks at them and thinks, “Why are they standing there? Are they doing a drug deal? Are they going to mug someone? Are they going to rob the shop?” – Peter James • I’m a huge Wonder Woman fan – I have about 12 coffee mugs at home! – Kari Wahlgren • I’m pretty sure lurking in a dark alley to mug me with your apology isn’t the usual way to go about saying you’re sorry. But I didn’t read that Mars-Venus book, so who knows. – Jim Butcher • I’m really conscious of the amount of food I eat, but I don’t deny myself anything. For example, I have a really big sweet tooth. At the end of the night, if I’m craving ice cream, I might not have the bowl that I would have when I was a kid, but I’ll put a couple of scoops in a coffee mug, and I’ll eat it slowly, and I enjoy every moment of it. – Summer Sanders • Individually the poor are not too tempting to thieves, for obvious reasons. Mug a banker and you might score a wallet containing a month’s rent. Mug a janitor and you will be lucky to get away with bus fare to flee the crime scene. – Barbara Ehrenreich • Isaac Newton was born at Woolsthorpe, near Grantham, in Lincolnshire, on Christmas Day, 1642: a weakly and diminutive infant, of whom it is related that, at his birth, he might have found room in a quart mug. He died on March the 20th, 1727, after more than eighty-four years of more than average bodily health and vigour; it is a proper pendant to the story of the quart mug to state that he never lost more than one of his second teeth. – Augustus De Morgan • It was one of those mornings when a man could face the day only after warming himself with a mug of thick coffee beaded with steam, a good thick crust of bread, and a bowl of bean soup. – Richard Gehman • It’s a no win situation. It’s a mug’s game. The religions have contrived to make it impossible to disagree with them critically without being rude. They play the hurt feelings card at every opportunity. – Daniel Dennett • It’s the nicest thing on earth if someone comes up to me and says, ‘Every day I drink out of a mug you designed.’ – Jonathan Adler • I’ve always been accused by my detractors of some sort of moral failure, cowardice, or even lack of humanity by not portraying the human form. I respond that I do better by portraying traces of character and intentions of human volition that no mug or body shot can ever exude. – Robert Polidori • I’ve been very lucky. All I wanted was to pay the rent. Then these characters took off and suddenly there were Hulk coffee mugs and Iron Man lunchboxes and The Avengers sweatshirts everywhere. Money’s okay, but what I really like is working. – Stan Lee • I’ve gone through a lot of the same things like Britney Spears. I just don’t have a mug shot. – Fergie • I’ve never been able to write for myself. I was doing a lot. I produced The Green, I wrote it – I didn’t see myself in the world of this film. I’m sure there are elements of dark corners of my psyche that found their ways on screen; you didn’t need my mug up there. There was enough of my essence in the story as it plays out without me acting in it. – Paul Marcarelli • Karl Marx himself preferred a glass of claret to the mug of tea affected by some of his recent converts. – Denis Healey • Listen, boy, just ask the chef to make me a proper Full English Breakfast. You know, bacon, fried eggs, sausages, liver, grilled mushrooms and tomatoes, black pudding, kidneys, baked beans, fried bread, toast and served with strong English mustard, mind – none of this effete French muck – and a large mug of hot, strong Indian tea. – Bryan Talbot • Martha Stewart showed up at Manhattan FBI Headquarters to have her finger prints taken and pose for a mug shot. Then Martha explained how to get ink off your fingers using seltzer water and lemon juice. – Conan O’Brien • Mma Ramotswe had a detective agency in Africa, at the foot of Kgale Hill. These were its assets: a tiny white van, two desks, two chairs, a telephone, and an old typewriter. Then there was a teapot, in which Mma Ramotswe – the only lady private detective in Botswana – brewed redbush tea. And three mugs – one for herself, one for her secretary, and one for the client. What else does a detective agency really need? Detective agencies rely on human intuition and intelligence, both of which Mma Ramotswe had in abundance. No inventory would ever include those, of course. – Alexander McCall Smith • My daughter got me a ‘World’s Best Dad’ mug. So we know she’s sarcastic. – Bob Odenkirk • Nanny Ogg could see the future in the froth on a beer mug. It invariably showed that she was going to enjoy a refreshing drink which she almost certainly was not going to pay for. – Terry Pratchett • Nobody thinks in terms of human beings. Governments don’t, why should we? They talk about people and the proletariat; I talk about the suckers and the mugs. It’s the same thing. – Graham Greene • Not like I need an excuse to enjoy a Moscow mule, but this tray and six-mug set, handmade in Mexico with hammered recycled copper, makes cocktail hour extra special. – Oprah Winfrey • O lovely O most charming pug Thy gracefull air and heavenly mug … His noses cast is of the roman He is a very pretty weoman I could not get a rhyme for roman And was obliged to call it weoman. – Marjorie Fleming • Oh, God above, if heaven has a taste it must be an egg with butter and salt, and after the egg is there anything in the world lovelier than fresh warm bread and a mug of sweet golden tea? – Frank McCourt • On my first day in New York a guy asked me if I knew where Central Park was. When I told him I didn’t, he said: Do you mind if I mug you here? – Paul Merton • Once Mo had closed the gates, he returned to his little stone hut, and his half-eaten sandwich of butter and canned sardines, and his mug of thick hot chocolate, which every night he poured carefully into a thermos labeled COFFEE. – Lauren Oliver • One day as a young man, I was walking down the streets. And a group of Zulu guys was walking behind me closing in on me. And I could hear them talking to one another about how they were going to mug me. (Speaking Zulu). Let’s get this white guy. You go to his left, and I’ll come up behind him. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t run.So I just spun around real quick and said (speaking Zulu). Yo, guys, why don’t we just mug someone together? I’m ready. – Trevor Noah • One must be able to say at all times–instead of points, straight lines, and planes–tables, chairs, and beer mugs – David Hilbert • Out of nowhere, Valek appeared before me, yelling in my ear, shaking my shoulders. Stupidly, belatedly, I realized he was the drunk. Who else but Valek could win a fight against four large men when armed only with a beer mug? – Maria V. Snyder • Outside the youth center, between the liquor store and the police station, a little dogwood tree is losing its mind; overflowing with blossomfoam, like a sudsy mug of beer; like a bride ripping off her clothes, dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds, so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene. It’s been doing that all week: making beauty, and throwing it away, and making more. – Tony Hoagland • People’s arrest tapes, mug shots, everything is online. – Jane Krakowski • Poetry is a mug’s game. – T. S. Eliot • Revolution? Unscrew the flag-staff, wrap the bunting in the oil covers, and put the thing in the clothes-chest. Let the old lady bring you your house-slippers and untie your fiery red necktie. You always make revolutions with your mugs, your republic–nothing but an industrial accident. – Alfred Doblin • Saiman picked up a coffee mug, stared at it, and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into a dozen pieces. We looked at him. “Your date appears to be hysterical,” Rene told me. “You think I should slap some man into him? – Ilona Andrews • She sits in her usual ample armchair, with piles of books and unopened magazines around her. She sips cautiously from the mug of weak herb tea which is now her substitute for coffee. At one time she thought that she could not live without coffee, but it turned out that it is really the warm large mug she wants in her hands, that is the aid to thought or whatever it is she practices through the procession of hours, or of days. – Alice Munro • Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze beyond the window. The outside world is a dream. Inside, the fireplace is brightly lit, and the Yule log crackles with orange and crimson sparks. There’s a steaming mug in your hands, warming your fingers. There’s a friend seated across from you in the cozy chair, warming your heart. There is mystery unfolding. – Vera Nazarian • So violent. You want to mug and tase everybody these days.” “I do,” Zuzana agreed. “I swear I hate more poeple every day. Everyone annoys me. If I’m like this now, what am I going to be like when I’m old?” “You’ll be the mean old biddy who fires a BB gun at kids from her balcony.” “Nah. BBs just rile ’em up. More like a crossbow. Or a bazooka. – Laini Taylor • Something smashed to the ground. Jack looked at me, all the mugs forgotten. “I’m not going to let anyone kill you.” He grinned. “If I don’t get to, no one should. – Kiersten White • Studs Lonigan, on the verge of fifteen, and wearing his first suit of long trousers, stood in the bathroom with a Sweet Caporal pasted on his mug. – James T. Farrell • Suppose there were groups of secularists at hospitals who went round the terminally ill and urged them to adopt atheism: ‘Don’t be a mug all your life. Make your last days the best ones. People might suppose this was in poor taste. – Christopher Hitchens • That was close,”he said, helping himself to coffee. Yeah, you almost opened the door to Morelli.” I wasn’t talking about Morelli. I was talking about us.” That too,” I said. Ranger sliced a bagel and looked for the toaster. It’s broken,”I told him. He truned the boiler on and slid the bagel into the oven. That’s surprisingly domestic for a man of mystery,” I said to him. He looked at me over the rim of his coffee mug. “I like things hot. – Janet Evanovich • The mug from the washstand was used as Becky’s tea cup, and the tea was so delicious that it was not necessary to pretend that it was anything but tea. – Frances Hodgson Burnett • The mug is a tool. My ace in the hole. To have looks is the bonus on top of what motivates me to be an actor. Not to realize they’re an asset would be counterproductive to the cause; they serve the common good. – Billy Zane • The toughest thing for a homeschooler is the same as for a school teacher – shifting from a weak tea vision of math being grinding calculations to a rich frothy mug of math as an active way of thinking. – John Golden • The world won’t get more or less terrible if we’re indoors somewhere with a mug of hot chocolate,’ Kim said. ‘Though it’s possible it will seem slightly less terrible if there are marshmallows in the hot chocolate. – Kamila Shamsie • There are many differences between a baby and an I-Pod. And one of the biggest is, no ones going to mug you for your baby. – Nick Hornby • There are popular celebrities, there are unpopular celebrities and then there are the walking dead. You know the walking dead when you see them: they look like Mel Gibson, still striving for drunken charm in an L.A. County mug shot, after getting picked up on a DWI charge that included anti-semitic slurs directed at the police. – Jeffrey Kluger • There is more similarity in the marketing challenge of selling a precious painting by Degas and a frosted mug of root beer than you ever thought possible. – A. Alfred Taubman • They were the reason that he kept faith with his stars, that reinforced him in his belief that the universe had more in store for him than the mug’s game of working for a modest salary until he retired or died. – J. K. Rowling • This is ideal, you’ll see. We do everything backward. It’s just how we are. We began with an elopement. After that, we made love. Next, we’ll progress to courting. When we’re old and silver-haired, perhaps we’ll finally get around to flirtation. We’ll make fond eyes at each other over our mugs of gruel. We’ll be the envy of couples half our age. – Tessa Dare • This is no time for drinking a mug of water – which you would do nowhere else in the world. A mug of water! You just don’t drink water from mugs, do ya? Except on the telly. Water out of a mug! Should be a hot drink… mug of water. – Russell Brand • Three years ago, the white hope of the theatre. Today, a mug. That’s New York for you. Puts you on a Christmas tree, and then – the alley. – Ben Hecht • To espresso or to latte, that is the question…whether ’tis tastier on the palate to choose white mocha over plain…or to take a cup to go. Or a mug to stay, or extra cream, or have nothing, and by opposing the endless choice, end one’s heartache. – Jasper Fforde • Tonight, I propose a 21st Century Crime Bill to deploy the latest technologies and tactics to make our communities even safer. Our balanced budget will help put up to 50,000 more police on the street in the areas hardest hit by crime, and then to equip them with new tools from crime-mapping computers to digital mug shots. We must break the deadly cycle of drugs and crime. – William J. Clinton • We have such a long, familiar history with Peter Falk. The minute his mug is on that screen people smile. – Paul Reiser • We need to get past the point where being black and a male means that I am likely to mug you for your wallet, likely to have a minus 15 on my IQ, likely to not go to college and likely to wear my pants below my arse. – John Amaechi • We were talking of DRAGONS, Tolkien and I In a Berkshire bar. The big workman Who had sat silent and sucked his pipe All the evening, from his empty mug With gleaming eye glanced towards us: “I seen ’em myself!” he said fiercely. – C. S. Lewis • What are they teaching these thugs? -Why are there so many of them? -What is the Institute for Higher Aeronautics? -How many of the are there? There are only six of us! Why? -Why is DC public transportation so weird? -Why don’t we mug those Eraser goons for money more often? -Fang’s Blog – James Patterson • What brings you onto my property?” Rhev said, cradling his mug with both hands trying to absorb its warmth. Got a problem” I can’t fix your personality, sorry – J.R. Ward • What I really want is to sit next to someone under an L.L. bean blanket on the beach in the fall and drink coffee from the same mug. I don’t want some rusty ’73 Ford Pinto with a factory-defective gas tank that causes it to explode when it’s rear-ended in the parking lot of the supermarket. So why do I keep looking for Pintos? – Augusten Burroughs • With a face like this, there aren’t a lot of lawyers or priest roles coming my way. I’ve gotta face that was meant for a mug shot and that’s what I’ve been doing for the past thirty years. If I play a cop, it’s always a racist cop, or a trigger-happy cop or a crooked cop – but by and large I play cowboys, bikers, and convicts. – M. C. Gainey • Yes Headwoman Azaze. But I never lie to Rosethorn. She, um, discourages it.” “Evvy and I have an understanding.” She grabbed the teakettle and poured hot water into the mug. “She tells me the truth, and I don’t hang her in the first well we come to. It’s a solution that works tolerably well for both of us. – Tamora Pierce • You can never prepare yourself enough to see your mug shot and DUI. – Tracey Gold • You can tell the future?’ ‘More like the future mugs me from time to time.’ Rachel said ‘I speak prophecies. The oracle spirit kind of hijacks me once in a while, and speaks important stuff that doesn’t make any sense to anybody. But yeah, the prophecies tell the future.- Rick Riordan • You had a package. It was torn, so I looked in.” She lifted one of a stack of firefighter calendars, with his own mug and half-naked body on the cover. “Nice,” she said, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. “Mr. 2008.” He bit back a sigh. “It’s for charity.” “And you definitely contributed. – Jill Shalvis • You know I’ll never say no, and Nate’s so dedicated, I think he loves our alpha more than me.” “I resent that,” Nate grumbled. “I might love football more than you, but definitely not Lucas’s ugly mug. – Nalini Singh • You should take more pride in your appearance,” I tell him. “You’ll never attract girls with an ugly mug like that. – Darren Shan • You should think about nobody and go your own way, not on a course marked out for you by people holding mugs of water and bottles of iodine in case you fall and cut yourself so that they can pick you up – even if you want to stay where you are – and get you moving again. – Alan Sillitoe • You were safe on a troll. Anyone wanting to mug a troll would have to use a building on a stick. – Terry Pratchett

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