Fluffy Phan Oneshots

House of Memories

Dan

I never want to see another box again. We haven't even fully begun to pack everything up, and I'm already sick of boxes. Just bringing them up to the house was enough work for me, but now we actually have to put everything in them- only to unpack it all in a few days in a new location. I've never really like moving, especially when I've lived somewhere for a while, but we need more space. You can't have a dog in an apartment, so out to a house with a yard we go. It's not like we're moving out of London, but somehow this move seems bigger. Maybe it's because we have so much stuff.

"Phil, why the fuck do we have 52 marshmallow scented candles?" I asked, gesturing to the pile of candles Phil graciously piled on the floor.

"There's literally only four right here," he said defensively, rolling his eyes in my direction, as if that were any better.

"My bad. Phil, why the fuck do we have four marshmallow scented candles?" I asked again, this time flopping onto his bed while he continued moving around his room, organizing things into piles before putting them into boxes.

"When I was at the store this creepy guy was next to me, so I just kind of put all of the marshmallow candles from the shelf into my basket. It seemed appropriate at the time," he said simply, shrugging it off.

"How are we going to pack all this stuff. I'm already tired," I whined.

"We just started packing ten minutes ago. How the hell are you already tired?"

"It's exhausting. I don't like packing. We have too many memories in this place. I don't wanna leave it yet." Phil walked over and laid down next to me on the bed. His hand found mine, and our fingers laced together automatically.

"I know, but we can make new memories in our new house. Plus, we can get a dog and let it play in the yard. And who knows, maybe that's the house our kids can grow up in. And maybe it's the house where we have a little garden and I learn how to keep a house plant alive. Or it's the house where you can get that grand piano you've always dreamed of. I know that this house right now is filled with memories, but imagine all the new ones we get to make in a new house."

I squeezed his hand tighter, bringing it close to play with his fingers. I watched the way our fingers intertwined perfectly, as if made for each other, and enjoyed the way our hands looked together. I kissed his hand gently, scooting closer to him to cuddle into his side. "I like those things. Tell me more about our new house," I smiled into his side, relishing in the moment.

"We went and saw it together, you know what it looks like."

"No, tell me more stories about what you think it will be like to live there. I like them."

"We can't make up stories yet. We have our whole lives to make more memories, silly. Besides, in order to make those fantasies a reality, we actually have to start packing our things."

"No thanks, I say we just fantasize about this new house and our future kids and dogs."

Phil giggled, as if that suggestion was ludicrous. "Come on, the quicker we pack, the quicker we can get the dog." He started getting up, only for me to reach out and pull him back.

"Or, we could just get the dog now."

"Are you really telling me that instead of packing, you'd rather go and get a dog and bring it back to an all-to-small apartment only to have to move it across town next week?"

"Yes," I answered immediately, this time letting Phil out of my grasp to allow him to get up, hoping he would agree.

"You're ridiculous. These boxes aren't going to pack themselves, so I suggest we get started." He sauntered out of the room, only to arrive with more boxes. I let out a disappointed groan but got up, knowing he was going to coax me off the bed eventually.

We spent the rest of the day listening to music and packing up miscellaneous knick knacky things that wouldn't be missed too much while we pack up the rest of the house in the next few days or weeks. We also spent the day reminiscing on old memories made in the house, such as when Phil dropped a bowl and shattered a kitchen tile, or the time we had not one, but three gas leaks for at least a year, or even the time when I accidentally ended up dog-napping the neighbor's dog for an hour. Oops. We've made lots of memories in this house, but I know we'll make plenty more in our new one.

(A/N: hello lads how's it going I really wasn't planning on updating soon but then I read the misfit update and it was so cute and fluffy and then I was listening to House of Memories by Panic! at the Disco in the shower when my shower speakers stopped working so I stood there contemplating life for a moment then this cute lil fluffy idea popped into my head and I probably just shared a lot of information there but it's late and I'm tired and don't give a shit so deal with it anyways I hope you like this lil update see you soon maybe idk)