Romantic Plot

Originally Requested by:
hold_my_flowercrown

Pt.2 Requested by:
BitchChan69

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You parked in front of Deliah's house, trying to keep from blocking Nick's car. You were their regular babysitter now, so when Nick had to go on another "family emergency" trip for a few days, you were who he called. It had only been a couple weeks, but you grew fond of Deliah--as well as Springtrap.

As you turned off the ignition, you grabbed your backpack, then stepped out onto the sidewalk. You noticed Deliah and Springtrap looking through the window. They excitedly waved to you, grins on their faces. You chuckled, smiling as you waved back.

You stepped up to the front door and knocked, not wanting to just barge right in. The door almost immediately swung open, where Springtrap and Deliah were standing.

"(Y/N)!" the two of them cheered in unison, pulling you inside and into a hug.

"Hey, guys," you laughed. "I've only been away for a day."

"But it still felt like forever," Deliah mumbled, looking up at you.

"Well, I'll be staying here for the next few days, so we can catch up on the lost time," you assured her, breaking the hug so you could close the door.

"Check, check, check, check," Nick was mumbling to himself as he walked into the living room.

"What are you doing?" Springtrap jeered, raising an eyebrow.

"Er- Making sure I don't forget anything by going over a list," Nick replied hesitantly, wondering whether it was a genuine question or not.

"We've already been over that list, dad," Deliah sneered as she folded her arms playfully.

"I know, sweetheart, I just don't want to forget something again."

Nick nodded as he dragged his suitcase across the room. He kneeled down and gave Deliah a hug. Springtrap huffed, crossing his arms as he glared at him. You nudged his arm--knowing how jealous he could get--making him stop and glance over at you.

"I'll be back in a few days," Nick told her as he pulled from the hug, then kissed the top of her head. "Love you, Deliah."

"Love you too, dad."

You opened the door for Nick as he grabbed his things. He nodded as thanks as he passed you. He stepped through the doorway and walked outside. You closed the door as he walked to his car.

"So, what do you have planned for today, Deliah?"

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"Good night, Deliah," you softly called to her as you flipped off her bedroom light.

"Sleep tight, Deliah," Springtrap added, standing behind you and looking over your head.

"Good night, (Y/N). Good night, Springtrap," Deliah mumbled as she yawned.

You smiled, slowly and gently closing the door. You started down the hall, stretching your arms above your head as you yawned lightly. It had been a long--but fun--day.

Springtrap suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, stopping you in your tracks. You giggled as he closed his eyes and rested his head on your shoulder.

"What are you doing?" you chuckled, straining your neck to look at him.

"I haven't been able to hug you ever since you arrived," Springtrap mumbled sadly, nuzzling against your neck.

You and Springtrap had been dating for almost a week, but Deliah didn't know--nor Nick or anyone else. You didn't want to cause any complications--in the case of you and Springtrap breaking up--so you didn't want to tell Deliah yet. You wanted to wait until the two of you were in a more serious relationship to tell her.

"We can hug later, Spring," you assured him, leaning into him. "I need to wash dishes."

Springtrap lifted you up, making you hold his arms tightly. He started towards the kitchen, and you chuckled a sigh as you lifted your legs for him.

"Really?" you grumbled as he stopped in front of the sink.

"Yes," he hummed, happy with himself.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you pushed up your sleeves and turned on the water. You washed the dishes as he continued to cuddle up to you. You put the clean dishes in the drying rack, deciding to put them up in the morning.

"Alright, I'm done with dishes. Now, I need to go change and brush my teeth before I go to bed. You can't be in there with me, so you're going to have to let me go for now," you explained to Springtrap.

"Fine," he groaned, releasing you.

You turned around and stood on your toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled, watching as you walked around him and out of the kitchen. He followed you out, into the living room where you had set your bag.

"I'll be in here whenever you're done," Springtrap told you as he sat down on the couch.

"Okay, I should only be about a minute."

Springtrap nodded as you quickly gathered some pajamas and grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste. You left, and Springtrap lay down on the couch, getting comfortable. He rested his hands under his head as he closed his eyes.

"You don't think this is actually going to last long, do you?" a child's voice made his eyes open into a glare.

"Why wouldn't it?" Springtrap snapped, glaring at the ghost child that sat on the back of the couch.

"Because she's a baby-sitter, and you're a baby-killer," another child replied snarkily.

"I've never killed a baby," Springtrap growled quietly, glaring at them.

"She loves children, and when she finds out that you're a child murderer, she's going to hate you," another taunted him, floating above his head.

"First of all, I'm not still doing it--and I regret doing what I did--and second of all, she's not going to find out." Springtrap closed his eyes. "She's the first person I've really ever loved like this. I don't want to lose her."

"What makes you so sure she loves you?"

". . . I--"

"Alright, I'm done. Who were you talking to?" you wondered as you walked into the living room.

"Oh, hey- Um, just myself. I'm just talking to myself," he blabbered nervously.

"Well, are you a good conversationalist?" you asked, shuffling over to him as you stretched some.

"Not really," he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

You laughed, rubbing your eyes. Springtrap grabbed your hand and pulled you down on him. You pulled your legs up onto the couch and rested your head against his chest, cuddling up to him.

You sighed as he wrapped his arms around you. You were about to fall asleep, when he hummed.

"Do you love me?" Springtrap asked, making you open your eyes.

"Huh?" You looked up at him.

"I mean- . . . Do you love me?" Springtrap repeated himself, unsure of how else to put it.

"Well, 'love' is a strong word, but . . . yes, I love you," you admitted, smiling.

"I love you too," Springtrap promised.

You leaned up to him and gave him a kiss. As you pulled away, he hugged you.

"Wait, WHAT?" you heard Deliah exclaim.

You and Springtrap looked over, where Deliah was standing in the doorway, her hands on her head and her mouth agape into a big smile. You and Springtrap looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Are you guys dating?" Deliah squealed, running up to you.

"Um--" Springtrap sat up, lifting you with him--"well--"

"Yes, we're dating," you chuckled, giving her a smile.

"Ooh! My two favourite people: dating!" Deliah gushed, bouncing.

"(Y/N), I thought you didn't want to tell her yet," Springtrap whispered, staring at you.

"She deserves to know. Plus, I don't think we'll be breaking up anytime soon--unless you lose feelings or something," you replied, mumbling the last part.

Springtrap's eyes and smile widened as he pulled you closer to him. "Yes- We're together!"

"For how long?" Deliah questioned excitedly.

"Since last Saturday," you told her, glancing to Springtrap and nodding.

Deliah gasped. "A week? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Well, I wasn't sure how long we would be together, and I didn't want to make things weird for you if we broke up while I was still babysitting you," you explained, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly.

"This is so exciting!"

Deliah jumped at the two of you, hugging you. You laughed and Springtrap chuckled as you hugged back.