MCYT And Other YT Oneshots

Cold (Platonic Philzablade)

Phil sits by the fire, wrapped in blankets. His room wasn't the warmest, and the Antarctic Winter this year was brutal.
He doesn't even hear the footsteps or the door.
"Phil, you okay- holy sh*t it's cold in here..." The deep monotone voice pulls him out of his trance and he turns his head to smile weakly at him.
"I'm fine, just a bit chilly here s'all."
"Phil, you're gonna get hypothermia."
Phil shrugs, and with a roll of his eyes Techno leans down and picks up the bundle of blankets, Phil squeaking slightly in surprise.
"W-What-"
"C'mon, my room is warmer. We can hang out there."
Phil would have protested, but it was far warmer in Techno's arms and he was very tired.

Indeed, Techno's room was much warmer. Phil sat on a couch next to the fire, still wrapped in blankets.
Techno walked back into the room, having left to grab something. He hands a cup of tea to Phil, then sits next to him on the couch.
"Thanks, Tech..."
"No problem, Phil."
Phil finds himself dozing off from the warmth, and pretty soon he's fast asleep.

It was really warm when he woke up, but he wasn't complaining, just snuggling closer to the heat source.
A chuckle wakes him up enough to realise that the heat source was a person. He shoots awake, face going bright red in embarrassment as he looks up at the other. Techno was grinning, also wrapped up in the blankets.
"You started shivering about an hour ago," is all he says in explanation. Phil also realises that Techno wasn't wearing his coat, said coat being wrapped around Phil instead.
"You're gonna get hypothermia..." He mutters, pressing closer to the other to keep him warm. Techno just smiles.
"Thanks for the worry, but I'll be okay."

"Hey, guys, Tommy and Deo are heading our way- oh, am I inturrupting your hangout time?"
Phil was curled up at Techno's side, and Techno had wrapped more blankets around him. They were chatting idly while scrolling through their phones.
"Nah. What do they want?" He says, looking up at Pete.
"Something about war... Or was it wood? Or food? I don't really remember."
"Alright, we'll be out in a minute. How long till they get here?"
"Ehh, two minutes? They finally got a good plane."

"Techno, my best friend- why don't you have your coat?"
"Doesn't matter. What do you want?"
"Jeez, someones a little grouchy today! We just wanted to extend an offer. The winter here is so cold, you can stay in Business Bay for the winter."
"The catch?"
"I mean... It would be nice if you helped protect against enemies..."
"I appreciate the offer, Tommy, but we're used to the winters."
"Ah, okay..."
"Sorry. Is that all or?"
"Oh, Phil dropped his hat at Business Bay yesterday!" Deo tosses the hat to the other.
"Oh, I've been looking for that!" Phil says, appearing in the doorway to grab it. The two visitors stare.
"What?"
"So thats where your coat went." Deo raises an eyebrow at Techno.
"Whatever. Anything else or?"
"Yeah, yeah, go back to cuddling with your boyfriend."
"I'm going to drop kick the child." Techno deadpans.
"Shut up, Tommy." Phil closes the door, and he and Phil walk back to his room.

Techno tosses Phil a controller, then rewraps the blankets around them.
"Just because you're good at sword fighting doesn't make you better at... whatever the heck this is."
"I beg to differ," Techno snickers as the victory message pops up.

"5-0."
"F*ck you..."
"6-0."
"I'm gonna win eventually."
"Sure you are."
"Wait no-"
"7-0."
"I hate you."
"Mhm. Course you do." Techno grins at the other, who had a very focused and slightly angry look on his face.
"This game is rigged!"
"8-0."
"How do you keep winning?"
"Have you tried gettin good?"
"What- augh!"
"9-0."
"F*cking-" Phil grabs Techno's controller, holding it away from him as he finally wins a match.
"H A H!" He grins as Techno chuckles, reaching for his controller.
"Can I have that back now?"
"Never!" Phil leans farther away, grin still on his face.
Techno raises an eyebrow, and Phil doesn't have more than a few seconds to worry about what he was planning when he reaches over, picking the other up with one arm and taking the controller from his hands while he was still shocked.
"Thanks." Techno drops him and keeps casually playing while Phil bluecreens. Did he just??? Pick him up??? That effortlessly??? Did he weigh nothing???
"10-1."

"Hey guys I'm going to America to collect some wood be back in a few hours-...?"
"Alright. See ya." Techno doesn't even look away from the game, winning again, "20-3."
"Damn it- have fun, Pete!"
"...alright then. Don't kill eachother-"
He's cut off by a pillow to the face, laughing as he leaves.

"HAHA! YESS!"
"26-4."
"Let me have this victory!"
"Okay." Techno chuckles slightly at the others excitement, resting his head on his hand as he wins again.
"Goddamn it Techno- I f*cking hate you."
"Love you too, Phil."

After an hour or two, they shut off the game, Techno putting on some random show for them to watch. Phil dozes off at some point. He was glad he had such a good friend.
Techno wraps the blankets around them better and shuts off the tv, feeling tired himself. He falls asleep soon after, silently both cursing and thanking Antarctica for its cold winters.