Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Argument

"It's fine you're right it's not a big deal." Scott grumbled rolling over away from Afton and curling up.

"No, Scotty. It wasn't like that..." often stumbled, putting a hand gently on Scott shoulder. "Please, Scotty. Talk to me, I'm sorry. "Scott to squeeze his eyes shut, trying to suck his tears back. Maybe often didn't mean it, but he still said it. And maybe he was right, regardless.

"Just go to bed. "Scott responded, clutching his arms. What Afton said hurt, but it had truth in it. Scott worked too much. His whole life was his work. He was medicated because of his work. He heard often sigh, and the bed shifted, but instead of feeling Afton turn around, Scott felt Afton's breath on his neck. Warmth bloomed as Afton kissed him gently.

"I knew you were sensitive about it and I kept pressing. I'm so sorry, Scotty." He whispered and then shuffled back on the bed. Cold nothing enveloped Scott in the absence of Afton's body. Scott loved Afton. Loved him more than anything. He knew him well enough to know that what he said was spontaneous. Besides, Scott had started the argument. He's the one that pressed Afton farther and farther and made him snap.

Afton is always the first to apologize in arguments, even if Scott started it. He didn't want Afton to be mad at him, he hated going to sleep angry because what if he never woke up? Scott rolled over. Afton was still facing him, but his eyes were closed and his bare chest was rising and falling softly. Scott shuffled closer and draped his arm over Afton's waist, nudging his head under Aftons chin, pressing himself against him.

"I'm sorry. I love you." Scott whispered, tracing often scars on his back with his fingertips. Scott felt Aftons arms wrap around him, one worming it's way underneath Scott told him closer.

"I love you too, Scotty." He whispered into Scott's hair. Scott sighed, feeling that harsh brick in his chest fall away as he felt Aftons warmth against him, his skin, his heartbeat. "I love you so much."

Scott felt like crying. He didn't really know why, but tears burned at his eyes and choked him. He squeezed Afton, clenching his teeth.

But he relaxed, his eyes grew gentler and his breathing softened. He heard Afton whispering to him, he felt the occasional rumble as a word was spoken to loudly. He drifted off enveloped in Afton instead of being alone and cold