gary tuck

“It’s Still There.”

748 words
Characters: Spongebob and Gary

Summary: Having an active volcano within walking distance from your house can be pretty freaky – especially after it almost killed everyone.

*audible shrug* i needed some good ol’ fashioned vent-writing to help me wind down. enjoy.

alternate title: nightmares are lame and spongebob talks to his pet a lot

Spongebob awoke with a start. Not unusual, considering his alarm clock was a giant foghorn.

Except his alarm clock wasn’t going off.

And it was three in the morning.

He sat up slowly, struggling to keep the blanket over his shoulders to ward off the chill winter waves that drifted through the open window, which bathed the room in a soft blue light. He arched his back, letting out a high-pitched yawn, trying to collect his thoughts and recall what exactly had caused him to wake up in the first place.

His turned his head, staring out the open window (maybe I should close that, he pondered), and allowing his gaze to settle on the town off in the distance – the view partly obscured by Squidward’s house. A sudden sense of relief washed over him, but he wasn’t quite sure why. He supposed he was just happy it was still there.

And then it hit him.

It’s still there.

A blurred image flashed across his vision, a distorted sound echoing in his head. The town on fire. Everybody screaming. Boulders crashing down around them. His friends…

He shuddered, dropping the blanket and letting it sit limply on his lap. He scooted back against the headboard and curled his knees into his chest. A breathy whine escaped his throat, and a quiet noise responded to it.


Spongebob jumped, but immediately settled back into his curled position, his eyelids drooping down. “Sorry, Gary,” he muttered quietly, tucking his head down like a sea turtle into its shell.

Said snail proceeded to snail up the side of the bed, gently nudging Spongebob’s side before settling down next to him. “Meow.”

“I’m fine, Gare-bear,” he assured unconvincingly. “Just had a nightmare”


“Yeah, it was that one,” he shrugged.


“Not really.” He shifted to a more relaxed position, untucking his legs from his chest. “I’m just a little freaked out, I guess.”


“No, it’s stupid,” he pouted.


Spongebob let out a breath. “I guess I’m just worried, y’know?” He moved over, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring towards the window. “I mean, it’s not like we destroyed the volcano. It could still just erupt and we wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.”

Gary moved to sit on his lap and Spongebob gently ran his hand back-and-forth over his shell.

“Everything’s fine now, but what if it’s not fine tomorrow?”

Gary snuggled into his chest, purring.

“Maybe I should ask Sandy about it,” he rationalized. “She’s got all those monitors on it, so she’d probably know if anything was wrong.”

Gary backed up and gave him a look. “Meow.”

Spongebob shrunk back awkwardly. “Actually, I’ve only asked her three times.”

Gary rolled his eyes and went back to the floor, laying down with his shell leaned against Spongebob’s foot.

Several minutes passed, Gary was on the ground, asleep and relaxed. Whereas Spongebob was on his bed, still awake and anxious. He checked the time – 3:30AM. He’d gotten two hours of sleep, and he needed to be up for work in two hours. He was starting to regret the overtime he’d done that night.

A chill wave hit his face, and he remembered the window was open.

He stood up, careful not to wake Gary (again), and snuck over to the window. He looked out for a moment, scanning the horizon.

He saw the Chum Bucket – barren, save for a large “OPEN” sign lit up in front of it. Plankton must’ve forgotten to shut it off – everyone knows the Chum Bucket closes at eleven (exactly one hour after the Krusty Krab). Well, maybe not everybody knew, but Spongebob certainly did. Although he couldn’t see it from his house, Spongebob pictured the Krusty Krab, all locked up with a “Go away! We’re closed!” sign hanging on the front door. The tables empty, and the fridge stocked with ingredients to make the next day’s Krabby Patties.

His gaze drifted to the mountain looming in the distance.

If there is a next day.

He tensed up, a crease appearing between his eyebrows as he tried to get his attention hooked onto something less pessimistic. He looked back at the town, the buildings peeking over the horizon.

It’s still there.

Spongebob quietly shut the window and creeped back into bed. He pulled the blanket over his head and shut his eyes, letting the image of the distant town settle in his vision.

It’s still there.

Finn Fancies the Bus Girl: Chapter 10

Finn and Rae were the final ones to wake the next morning. Finn mistakenly went down to breakfast without a shirt leaving all the “love bites” Rae had left on him for everyone to see. Chop’s dopy grin said all it needed to say before Finn ran as fast as could back up the steps to find a shirt to hide his marked body.

“It seems you and Finn had a mighty nice night.” Chop chuckled his back to the group as he spread butter on his toast.

“What'ya mean by that?”

“Just that you’re wearing a smug grin and Finn just came in here without a shirt and we all saw all the little spots you su-”

“All right! So Finn and I had sex.” She said mostly to shut them up.

“And if I do say so myself it was damn good sex.” Finn sauntered in, his own smug smile across his lips as he wrapped his arms around Rae’s shoulders to place kiss to the side of her neck.

“All right, not at breakfast you two.” Archie moved from his seat next to Rae to one at the table.

The rest of the day went almost the same. Chloe not really saying anything while Izzy laughed at the jokes Chop made and the stabs Archie made. That was until they were sat down around the fire at the edge of the lake.

Finn’s phone went off. There was only one reason why he had it with him, and only one reason it would be going off.

He extracted it from his pocket. Rae kept a watchful eye as he stood, walking away to answer it. She followed behind quickly know exactly what new Finn was receiving.

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He knows I’m always going to have him. Just like last year with Tek. Tek was always there for me, and Tuck is always going to be there for me. He reassured me, ‘I’ve given you everything. I’ve talked to you. You know your program.’ That was his thing, programming his guys to almost be a machine. I know his workouts inside and out, I know the reasons for them, I know the feel, and I know everything there is to know about it. But having him there is always helpful because he’s a reminder. I’m sure I will get plenty of calls and plenty of texts every time I do something wrong.
—  Jarrod Saltalamacchia on Gary Tuck
And as far as the mental game, he made me more mentally tough than you can possibly be. Him and Tek were the two people who helped me gain my confidence back. The ability was always there. It was just about getting my confidence back. My confidence was shot. Then I got with those guys and they did everything they possibly could to help me regain my ability.
—  Jarrod Saltalamacchia on Gary Tuck, Jason Varitek