Summary: see the prompt laddeh^^
Genre: Fluff, fluff, gallons of the stufff
“Tag!” Phil cried, turning to run away from his brown-haired friend.
Dan giggled and followed after him, chasing him down the hallway and into the living room.
“Wow, Dan, you should get back to that personal trainer of yours!” Phil stated, giggling as he jumped over the couch as a shortcut.
“Yeah, yeah, says you, Lester!” Dan retorted, trailing after Phil as he led them into the kitchen. “I’ve almost got you!”
“No you haven’t! Can’t catch me!” Phil teased, dashing u the stairs.
“Not fair!” Dan whined, falling behind “You’re a double stepper!”
“Too bad, so sad!” Phil called as he ran into Dan’s room.
Dan hoped up the stairs and ran into his room, looking for Phil. Nowhere to be seen.
“Phil?” Dan called, confused. “Phil I know you’re in here!”
Suddenly, a rustling came from behind the door and Phil popped out, running out of Dan’s room, giggling hysterically.
“I swear to God, you are hyperactive!” Dan cried, chasing after him. “No more Oreos for you today!”
“Shut up! My life, my rules!” Phil called.
“Besides, I’ve almost caught you!” Dan replied.
Phil turned his head to see that Dan was about two feet behind him, almost within reaching distance. He squealed and picked up his pace, turning to run into his bedroom.
Jumping on his bed, Phil realised he had nowhere to go, he looked around frantically as Dan entered the room, running straight for the bed. He opened his arms and tackled Phil to the bed, straddling him and pinning down his wrists.
“Geroff me, you’re too heavy!” Phil grumbled, wriggling about beneath Dan.
“Rude!” Dan exclaimed, his mouth changing into an ‘O’ shape. “Oh, you’re in for it Lester!”
Dan let go of Phil’s wrists and dug his hands into Phil’s underarms, wriggling his fingers around and grinning cheekily. Phil let out a shriek, slamming his fists onto the bed, giggling wildly.
“Dahahahan! Nohohoho!” Phil cried, wriggling around.
“Not until you apologise for being such a meanie-pants.” Dan said, trailing his fingers down to Phil’s stomach and fluttering them.
“Fihihine! I’m sahaharry!” Phil squealed.
Dan smirked and continued, ignoring Phil’s previous words.
Suddenly, Phil found the strength to reach up an arm and drag a finger down the nape of Dan’s neck, making him shiver and collapse in a pile next to Phil.
“Ew, no! I feel violated…” Dan said, pulling a tragic face.
“You were asking for it by tickling me, jerk-face.” Phil said, poking Dan’s stomach.
“No, it was your fault for calling me fat, poo-head.” Dan retorted, poking Phil’s cheek.
“Oh shut up you idiot, let’s cuddle.” Phil said, wrapping his arms around Dan’s middle and pulling his back to Phil’s chest.
Dan sighed and snuggled into Phil, feeling his heartbeat thump against his back. Phil traced tiny circles into Dan’s sides, making him shiver and close his eyes, trying to follow the patterns as if they were roads.
“Dan, if you had to be either a unicorn, or a flying penguin, which would you pick?” Phil asked randomly.
“Flying penguin, because Unicorns are so 20th century.” Dan replied.
“Centuriiiies! Remember me for centuriiiies!” Phil sang, tapping out the tune into Dan’s side, making him giggle.
“Do-do-doodoo!” Dan added, closing his eyes again, the song now stuck on replay in his head.
“I do love a bit of Fall Out Boy, takes me right back to the good days.” Phil said, closing his eyes and breathing in the smell of Dan’s hair.
“Why are you sniffing me, you strange human?” Dan asked, giggling.
“Because you smell amazing, your hair smells like golden syrup and raspberries, have you been bathing in a bakery or something?”
“No, I just smell like a walking pancake all the time because I stole your bodywash.” Dan replied, smirking.
“Hey! I was wondering where that went!” Phil exclaimed, pouting.
“Oh, did I say that out-loud, I mean, erm, I used it to wash my pet llama, who was seriously in need of a bath, so it went to a worthy cause.” Dan replied, giggling to himself.
“Hm, you escaped this time, Howell.” Phil said, raising his eyebrows.
The two stayed quiet for a few more minutes, Phil tracing mindless shapes into Dan’s stomach whilst Dan lay there and listened to Phil’s steady breathing lull him into a warm sleep.
Phil yawned aggressively, rubbing his eyes before realising Dan was asleep. He cooed at the look of innocence and youth on Dan’s face, before laying back down and closing his own eyes.
“Sweet dreams, Bear.” Phil said, before drifting off to sleep.
Dan cracked open his eyes, his dreams disturbed by Phil’s gentle snores. He grinned before whispering:
I’m sorry for not posting on here for a little while!
But I hope you enjoyed that little drabble :3
Prompts are always taken! Imagines are always open!
Feel free to leave me any in my ask box!
And I will see you all later, my little herd of gangly phil-giraffes.
*hugs you all super-tight because I love all of you guys*
*no seriously you’re all beautiphil*