Hello, this is my first time requesting! I saw that you're open for Date Everything requests and wanted to ask for a little fic or some headcanons of the Dateables with a Homeowner that has a pet tarantula? If you're doing multiple characters or character requests, I'd like to see Johnny, Dunk, Hoove, and Daisuke (can be all 4 or one, your pick!) but feel free to add characters you're more well-versed in
You could do the general stuff like who wouldn't mind it, who would be scared, what they'd do if it escapes or if they're asked by the Homeowner to hold it
OMG MORE DE REQUESTS LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO (*ahem*. Can you tell this is a fandom I’ve been wanting to write for?) But yeah I love this idea! I love Johnny sm hehe~ I’m also going to throw a few of my faves in there and will probably do more like this 😁 varied up some species and I hope you like my placeholder tarantula name, anyone who enjoys the reference gets a cookie 🍪
Warnings: Spiders, obviously 😂
Dateables’ Reaction to Your Pet Tarantula (Part One)
You expected this interaction since Johnny literally listed spiders as one of the scariest things people could face in one of your early interactions. Starting, he took a step back when he saw what was cradled between your hands. “Whoa, Mama! Now where’d you find that?” “In my room,” you replied in a tone natural as if everybody woke up to tarantulas under their pillows like some sort of demented tooth fairy gift, “She’s my pet, just like you have Duke?” “And how do you find yourself cuddlin’ and playin’ fetch with a thing like that?” Johnny asked, looking quite pale and running an anxious hand through his curls. “She’s not that kind of pet,” you giggled, “But building her enclosure was a lot of fun. You ever seen a terrarium?” “I heard about terrariums,” Johnny, still blanching, points at your beloved Shelob nestled warmly in your hands, “but I thought it was a buncha hooey, honestly.” “No, this is a tarantula. Here,” you extend the bowl of your hands, “Wanna hold her?” “I’m alright, darlin’,” Johnny replies a little too quickly, one leg up as he practically grabs the restroom tile in his fist, “Maybe I can…get a better look at her, from…way over there.”
“Whoa, it’s escaping, it’s— what is that, exactly?” Startlement, definitely, but no deep fear shone within Dunk’s eyes as your bright tan four-inch furball poked its legs up out of your hand. A nee puppy? Oh, no, only your Arizona blonde tarantula. “Have you ever seen a spider before?” “Sure, they built webs all along the base of the weight rack when you weren’t using it. …Oh, that’s a big ol’ spider! I-I didn’t know they made ‘em like that.” A hint of apprehension colored his reply, but the wonder shone through. “They do! And the biggest ones of all? They can be about the size of a dinner plate!” “I think I’m good with this lil guy,” Dunk replied with an awed shake of his head. You smirked. “I thought you might say that.”
“So it’s a…spider the size of a large frog?” Biting back a wild burst of laughter, you let Daisuke have it, simply nodding. Reaching out a hand he’d never admit was shaking a little, Daisuke asked, “May I…pet it?” “No!” You blurted out hastily, pulling your cupped handful of pinktoe closer to your chest. “She’s really docile, but if you startle her she could flick hair or more likely jump, and that wouldn’t be good. If you want to touch her, you’ll have to hold her in your hands.” Recoiling slightly, your boyfriend considered this for a few heartbeats before allowing his stoic expression to return. “I’ll try.” “And if you don’t like it, just stay calm and I’ll take her right back, ok?” “Ok.” Slowly Daisuke held out his hands, which again shook but accepted Shelob’s inspection and set of steps onto their new surface. “Just don’t let her jump or drop her,” you reiterated as she got a bit jittery, extending one of her ballet slippers (as you called her little feet) out of Daisuke’s hand-bowl, “She’d probably hit the floor and explode.” Hands shaking even more, Daisuke wordlessly extended his hands back your way. “This is a very serious pet indeed. I can think of no better care for her than yours.” “Is that your way of saying you don’t want to hold her again?” “I think this little lady is a creature far better observed.” “Got it,” you chuckled, letting Shelob settle back down.
“Is that why I’ve been finding so many needles in the carpet?” “They’re not needles,” you couldn’t help correcting Henry even through the rush of gratitude at his nonchalance, “It’s hairs they kick if they’re feeling defensive!” “Hey,” Hoove put up both hands, palms out as if in defense, “I won’t give ‘em any trouble, those colors say watch out!” “That’s funny,” you teased, stepping a bit closer so your elbow could brush your boyfriend’s side, “Because I was just thinking how the orange and black on a Mexican fireleg almost match the red and black on your suit. Does that make you a bad boy?” “If this is your way of challenging me to hold the spider,” Hoove shot back with a playful smirk, “Bring it on. I’ve handled plenty worse with you by my side.”
“Dude, that thing is righteous! You never told me you had a T!” Keeper websites did sometimes abbreviate it that way— guess it shouldn’t have been surprising for Bodhi to know some lingo. “You’re not afraid?” You asked, a bit surprised by your boyfriend’s enthusiastic, awed grin. “Nah, man! I know a lot of people think they’re grody or whatever, but I think these little guys are rad. Just look at that hair!” “Hell yeah,” you readily agreed, holding your pet up with pride. Her abdomen bore gorgeous orange markings that disappeared into a deep emerald head and legs that shone a rich blue in the right light. “She’s a C. cyaneopubescens or a GBB. They’re known for their sick dye jobs,” you added, your little joke only lighting up Bodhi more. “Maybe I oughta try a hair color like that! Can I hold her?” People recoiled from Shelob more often than not; it touched your suddenly speeding heart that the person you loved most shared this passion and appreciation for the unloved with you. Maybe after being forgotten for so many years, Bodhi could kind of understand. “Of course,” you replied, guiding her closer to the hands he instantly cupped to mimic yours, “Wait for her to crawl on, and…there we go!” “Hey there girl, daddy’s here. …Wait, do I get to be her dad?” “Sure, Bodhi,” you giggled, “Sure!”
“Swarmer!” Jumping to his feet, Luke had his gun whipped out and pointed at your cupped hands in an instant. For a moment you frowned, tilting your head and glancing back and forth. Nothing seemed to be coming for you guys, not that you could always see the things Luke did. “I checked the perimeter already,” you reassured your comrade and lover only for him to shake his head and keep his hands firmly planted near the trigger. “What in the irradiated blazes are you doing bringing that thing behind our lines?” …Oh. Chuckling, you shook your head and held your pet a little closer to your chest. “Shelob’s not going to hurt you. I specifically adopted a Honduran Curly Hair because they’re the most docile.” Lowering his gun slightly, Luke cocked a brow. “You adopted that thing?” Smiling, you nodded. “This isn’t a swarmer, but I can see why you’d think so. She’s actually a tarantula.” “T-tarantula?” “Yep, just a big ol’ spider! She lives in a special terrarium in my room where she mostly hides in the plants or chills on her substrate.” “So this thing is a pet?” Suppressing a chuckle, you gave the incredulous Luke another nod. “That’s right.” “You tamed that thing? I knew you were a badass, Ranger!” Running up on you, Luke had his weapons fully sheathed again and was trying to gather you into his arms, but you stiffened and held Shelob away. “Easy now, tarantula in hand, remember? I drop her and she explodes.” “And she has a bomb? What can’t this ol’ girl do? Does she have intel from behind invading lines?” Sighing, you leg Luke hug you gently from the side, a smile gathering across your face. Whatever got him to like her.
“Wow, that’s a Chilean gold burst, isn’t it?” Lighting up, you immediately focused your wide grin on Mateo, who looked just as joyful right back. Your beloved loved all animals, but a part of you was still apprehensive with how many people reacted with fear, disgust, or even wishes of violence on your unique pet. Comfort and recognition washed over you as you realized for the umpteenth time how safe you were with Mateo. “That’s right! She was a little shy when I first got her, but I think she’d be ok with saying hi if you are.” “I’d be honored.” Reaching out his hands, Mateo cupped them and waited patiently for Shelob to make her tentative way first brushing the edges of his fingers, then settling fully in his hands. “Hi there. You’re so pretty in the light. I love your red patch! I’d introduce you to my friends, too, but unfortunately I don’t think they’d be very nice to you.” One arm gently winding around Mateo’s waist so as not to spook him, you smiled again, a softer thing as you enjoyed listening to him talk to your tarantula.
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