Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

More sweet Scotty because he is my baby and I love him

Scott stared at the road, one hand on the shift, laid back in the seat. Afton sat next to him, his hand on top of Scott, rubbing his knuckles gently with his thumb. Scott had a soft smile on his face, a carefree, relaxed feeling that he hadn't known in years. He slowly accelerated, whizzing in between cars in Afton's Mercedes'. He felt fast, he loved it.

"How would feel about that truck, since you insist whole-heartedly on not getting this Mercedes." Afton said from beside him. Scott felt his lovers eyes on him and he looked over to where a large, black, jacked-up F-150 whizzed passed, a straight piped engine sending him roaring down the street.

"I've already said, I love my truck the way it is." Scott said, lolling his head over to looked lazily at Afton before redirecting his gaze back to the highway.

"Mm... that old thing. I wish you would let me buy you things." Afton shook his head, giving Scott's hand a squeeze.

"I do, and don't you dare disrespect Red like that. She doesn't appreciate it." Scott scolded, swatting Afton's hand away.

"I would never hurt her feelings. She just needs to be... retired." Afton shrugged and Scott rolled his eyes. Afton always wants to buy him nice shiny new things. Expensive outfits and accessories, recently, his fad has been buying Scott a new car. It's gone from Mercedes, to BMW, to Porsche, even. But now he's 'settled' on a new truck, but even still, Scott denies him.

"That is so offensive!" Scott gasped, hiding a laugh. Afton chuckled beside him, pulling Scott's hand to his lips, giving it a soft kiss.

"Let me buy my baby pretty things." He whined, giving Scott's hand another kiss.

"I'll start calling you my sugar daddy if you keep this up." Scott threatened, tugging his hand away.

"I like that, if you'd like to start." Scott laughed this time, snorting, which sent Afton into a flurry of laughs as well.

"I would never, oh my god." Scott coughed shaking his head. Afton just sighed, smiling softly and turning the radio up, putting a hand on Scott's upper thigh and they screamed the lyrics to the songs like a bunch of teenaged girls, because it was summer, the windows were down, their hair was a mess and they felt, for just a moment, free. It was like a window had opened in their grim, dark lives. A moment of clarity and fresh air from the pressing grime. And it felt like everything would be okay, and that felt good no matter that it was only a fleeting moment.