Friday Night Funkin' Oneshots

It's Cold Outside (Bombeep)

 *Just a heads up, I'm new to this fandom. This is my first FnF fanfic! Warning: swearing and slight blood*

Whitty walked through the neighborhood, a blanket of snow buried the environment around him. The sky was overcast and grey. Whitty didn't really mind though, cold temperatures rarely affected him due to his intense heat in his core. His insides were basically magma in comparison to those of humans. The snow melted beneath his feet with every step he took. 

He didn't have much to do today and Bf was out doing stuff, so he was just taking a relaxing stroll through the park. He thought he was the only one there until he saw someone face down in the snow ahead of him. He hesitated to approach until he noticed they had distinct blue hair. "The hell?" Whitty uttered, he approached the seemingly unconscious human being only to confirm his suspicions. That was definitely Bf, face down with some blood on his head. Whitty then noticed the skateboard some feet away from the two of them on the icy sidewalk. Whitty put two and two together and quickly realized what happened. 'This idiot. Who skateboards on ice? Is he trying to get a concussion?' Whitty thought, then looked at the face down man. He scooped Bf up in his arms (wasn't hard, Bf was pretty small in comparison to Whitty).

Whitty held Bf close, trying to envelope him in his warmth. The poor dumbass was freezing, it was actually concerning. How long was he out here? Whitty unzipped his hoodie and wrapped it around Boyfriend, it was like hiding a kitten in his shirt. He zipped it back up so both he and Bf were covered with the hoodie. Hopefully the combination of clothing and Whitty's natural heat would help keep Bf warm. Whitty kept his arms around Bf, both for warmth and just to make sure he didn't fall. Then he picked up Bf's skateboard, and started making his way home. It was times like this he wished he had a car. 

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Whitty walked for about 5 minutes when Bf started stirring in his arms, the small blue haired male let out a little groan of pain as he shifted. He peeked his eyes open. "...Whitty..?" Bf whispered, just barely loud enough for the bomb-headed man to hear him. "Oh hey, you're awake. That was fast." Whitty replied, he was admittedly relieved to see Bf conscious, that was a good sign. Bf spoke again. "...Where are we going?" He asked, confused and tired. "Home" Whitty answered. "Mine or yours?" Bf asked, Whitty froze in place and stared at Bf. "We live in the same house." "Oh. Right." Whitty started walking faster, that was definitely worrying. Luckily they weren't far from home now, just about 10 minutes away. 

Bf buried his face into Whitty's shoulder. "You're warm," he mumbled. "I'm always warm, you little ice cube." Whitty replied. His grip on Boyfriend tightened a little bit. "Whitty?" "Yeah?" "Are we close?" "We're almost there B, promise." "... 'Kay."

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Whitty set down Bf on the couch, then walked off to get the first aid kit and other supplies. After wrapping Bf up in a blanket, Whitty sat next to him on the couch, he held his face gently so he could see the head injury more clearly. It definitely needed to be cleaned. Whitty started disinfecting the wound, but Bf did not make it easy. He kept flinching and turning away. "Hold still." Whitty said sternly, trying not to get too agitated. "It stings!" Bf whined, still resisting his boyfriend's help. "Quit being a baby and suck it up. You know it'll get worse if we don't clean it." Letting out a little huff, Bf turned away from Whitty, hiding his face with the blanket. "C'mon Bf, don't be like that." "Hmpf." He pouted, still not facing Whitty. "B…" Whitty said quietly, maybe a gentler tone would make him listen. "Hey, B, look at me. Please?" No response. "B, you know I just wanna help you. Right?" Still no response. 'Alright. Looks like peace is no longer an option.' Whitty thought. It was time for plan B. 

Whitty wrapped one of his arms around Bf and pulled him close. He held Bf in a way that made him unable to move his arms, he wasn't going anywhere now. "We coulda done this the easy way if you just sat still for 5 minutes." Whitty lightly teased as he pulled the blanket off of Bf's head and cleaned the wound. Bf squirmed in an attempt to escape his boyfriend's hold but to no avail. Finally Whitty was done cleaning Bf's forehead  injury, and he bandaged it. He then let Bf go.

"See? That wasn't so bad, right?" Whitty teased. Bf muttered some grumpy words of agreement and said nothing else. Instead, he just shivered in his place, curling in on himself. Whitty quickly noticed. "B, are you still cold?" Boyfriend nodded. He hadn't warmed up from his nap in the snow yet. He was freezing. The blanket barely helped at all. Whitty leaned back on the couch's armrest and held his arms open. He gave Boyfriend a gentle smile. "C'mere, I can help with that." Immediately after hearing that, Bf jumped at the opportunity. Leaning into Whitty's chest and letting his arms wrap around his cold body. Whitty was definitely much warmer than the little ice cube Bf had become that day. Boyfriend buried his face into Whitty's chest, desperately trying to melt away the cold and become one with the inferno that was Whitty.

Whitty couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart for Boyfriend (wait, did he even have a heart? Whatever, it didn't matter). Whitty ran his fingers through Bf's blue hair and immediately he could feel him relaxing a little. Bf let out a relieved sigh, finally beginning to feel comfortable. "... Thanks Whitty…" Bf mumbled tiredly. "Don't mention it." Whitty whispered as he gently rubbed Bf's back, lulling him to sleep. Bf let him. He was comfortable, warm, and getting cuddles. There was no downside in his eyes. 

Whitty let out a relieved sigh of his own. He might not have said it out loud, but seeing Bf so cold and hurt really scared him. He was just glad that Bf was with him now. Safe in his arms. Soon he heard soft snores coming from the small man. Whitty kissed him on the head, and relaxed. Falling into his own sleep.