#they've had a lot of lame names this one is jsut funny

[yikesharringrove]

A soft prompt of Steve buying and baby talking Bubbles von Firsterburg III, the Lord of Canterbury because he is beautiful and so is Steve and you both need extra fluff after today!

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for anyone that doesn’t know I got a tarantula yesterday, and his name is Bubbles von Firsterberg II, Lord of Canterbury, third in line for the crown. (yes, that’s his whole name) and he’s tiny and cute and I love him. 

So, I had tarantulas all growing up as a kid, so here’s this based on baby yikes.

I put it under the cut bc it’s basically me just losing my shit over tarantulas, so if you’re not into that scroll along.

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“I want that one.” Steve pressed his chubby finger into the glass.

“Steven, I thought we decided on a fish.” Steve pouted up at his mother.

He was in the first grade now, being left with a nanny while his parents traveled almost every weekend.

He had asked for a puppy, but his mother said no to every animal he requested until he worked her down to a fish.

But now, here he is, at the only pet store in Hawkins, staring at the little arachnid.

“No, Steven. That’s foul.”

His lip trembled.

“But, but Mom, you promised!”

He knew the one thing she could stand less than pet fur on her Persian rugs, it was Steve drawing attention to them in public, embarrassing her.

He began sniffing, a wail ready on the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, God, hush now. We’ll get you the vile beast.” Steve smiled instantly, going back to stare at the black tarantula as it climbed up the small log in its tank.

He held the cardboard box close to his chest, resisting the urge to take a peek at his new friend.

He was told the pink toed tarantulas were quite the little runners, and if he lost his new pet in the car, his mother would surely not buy him another one.

His mother poured herself a drink as Steve’s nanny helped him set up the tank in his bedroom.

They read through the care instructions carefully, getting it all ready for Bubbles von Firsterburg.

Steve would sit for hours and watch the creature move, would place individual crickets in the tank, and watch them be devoured.

And when his first tarantula died, he simply, got another one.

His parents weren’t around to ask why his black tarantula had suddenly gone red.

Bubbles von Firsterburg II saw him through many middle school woes.

He would hold the old rose haired in his hands, as the slow-moving girl didn't climb.

And when he reached high school, and that tarantula passed, he got one more.

“You wanna meet my son?”

Billy was peering into the glass, smiled confusedly at Steve.

“Your son?”

“Bubbles von Firsterburg III. Lord of Canterbury. Third in line for the crown. That’s his whole name.”

“Sounds more like a handful of titles.”

“No, it’s his name.” Billy raised his hands in surrender.

Steve pushed past him to slide open the top of the tank.

Bubbled von Firsterburg III was a red kneed, a vibrant orange color, and about the size of his palm.

He climbed dolefully into Steve’s hand.

“Isn’t he beautiful?”

Billy looked weary, leering down his nose at Bubbles.

“Steve, that thing is fucking nasty.”

“Oh, Bubbly, don’t you listen to him. You’re gorgeous.” Steve pouted his lips, baby talking to the giant arachnid. “You’re perfect, such a sweet boy.”

And then he let the monster crawl onto his shirt collar, and Billy was outta there, Steve’s ringing laugh chasing him down the hall.