UNIRONIC Spongebob x Reader

A while later, Spongebob exited the kitchen without any tray, shouting to Mr. Krabs that he was going on break. He skipped over to your table with a bright smile.

"Hi again!" He chirped.

"Hi! On break?" You rested your chin on your hand. Spongebob nodded squeakily in response.

"Today's been pretty slow, so my boss is giving me 6 minutes today instead of 3! Can you believe it?" Spongebob beamed.

You grimaced. "Wow, um... That's-"

"Anyways, I guess I wanted to spend it talking to you!"

The sponge took a seat on a barrel.

"...Aw, I... Me? Really?"

"Yup! It's not every day I get to talk to humans, so..." he trailed off, then perked up when he saw that the table was empty. "Oh, you finished your food! How was it?" He batted his eyelashes at you.

"Oh yeah! So, so, good! You're a great frycook, Spongebob!" You complimented.

"D'awwww, you're too kind. Thanks, pal!" Spongebob blushed, waving his hand up and down in a flattered manner.

"Okay, listen, (Y/N)," Spongebob crossed his legs, placing both of his hands on top of them. "I wanted to ask you some questions!"

You furrowed an eyebrow. "...Is this an interrogation?"

"Dahahaha! No, silly!" Spongebob giggled. "I just want to spend some time with you, is all!"

You blushed. "Okay, well, uh, lay those questions on me, Spongeboy."

Smirking subtly at your nickname, he pulled out a notepad and a pencil from his pocket.

"Okay, okay. First question. How can you breathe... underwater?" He asked quizzically.

"Um." You blinked. "I kinda don't know, I like, just got here. Magic?"

"Maaagic," he repeated, writing it down. "Okay, next! Where do you live?"

"...My house." You said, completely seriously. "Well, I mean I live on the surface. I usually am... surrounded by air, and plants, and such."

Spongebob jotted something down in the notepad. "You have no house down here?"

"No, I only just appeared here like an hour ago or something." You scratched your head. "So I'm kinda fuuuuh.... d-doomed... I'm doomed, yeah. When this place closes for the night. Nowhere to go."

Spongebob squinted. "I see. No place to stay... just got here... magic... doomed... hey, wait!" His eyes lit up and he heroically propped his leg up on the table. Pointing dramatically at you, he shouted, "Maybe YOU can stay at MY place!!!

"Oh, I-I don't know if..."

He removed his foot from the table and took both of your hands in his, looking into your eyes with determination. His close proximity made your heart race. "It'll be like a sleepover! For multiple nights!" Spongebob squealed excitedly, like a teenage girl. "This is gonna be so much fun!"

"U-Um... Well, haha, o-okay then!" You stumbled over your words, flustered by his gentle hold of your hands and intense gaze.

Spongebob let go of one of your hands and looked at his watch. "My shift ends in two and a half hours..." He looked at you again. "Think you could stay here 'till I get off, then I can walk us home?"

You blushed slightly. "I can."

He smiled. "Great! Until then..."

Spongebob embraced you in a hug. It caught you incredibly off guard, but you awkwardly wrapped your arms around him, your face growing hot. After a few moments, he pulled back. "Do ya want anything else to eat, friend?"

"Hah, well. I do sorta want to try the coral bits. I have some money left over."

Spongebob smirked. "Coral bits for my special guest, coming right up...!" he announced, flirtily tapping the tip of your nose. If your face could have gotten any redder, it would have.

Why did Spongebob, no, a SPONGE of all things leave you this flustered?! He was sweet. Too sweet. So, so sweet, and nice, and... adorable. Fuck. Um, oh, yeah, and you almost swore in front of him, too. Might want to cool down on that. Barnacles.