May 30
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Happy boyfriends day!! [Especially to my wonderful wonderful @trans-dwightschrute !! Ily❤️❤️❤️!!]
I don't have twitter or anything but I haven't seen much of it on here even though I feel like it'd be really popular... so here's my question
is phillance (terrance x phillip) a rarepair
yes
no
uh maybe
Imagine person A of your OTP wearing nothing but a shirt or jacket of person B’s, which is baggy or oversized on them. Person B comes home to see Person A curled up on the couch asleep like this, and finds it absolutely adorable.
Burgeoning thoughts came to a halt when her fingers draped over an article of clothing most peculiar. Her eyebrows threaded together in slight confusion as she pulled the black garment out, and her mouth puckered into an o, thoroughly yet pleasantly surprised at what she saw. Worn-out, Lance's old butler uniform was all too familiar to her. It was the very same thing that kept the two from being fully together, but, had he not been clothed in it, she would never have known him in the first place. A tranquil smile crossed her features, finding it strange he had kept it after so long.
An idea coming to mind, Philippa shrugged the coat on, the loose and huge garment draping all the way down, nearly to her knees. Throwing her hair back, she closed the door of their closet, making her way to the living room's couch and taking a seat, hugging her knees as she felt her eyes dropping. Wondering what time Lance would get home, she peeked at the clock above her once before shutting her eyes.
"Philippa," a familiar voice made her eyes flutter open, meeting the boy with dark hair and eyes she loved. "Lance," she greeted him lovingly, sitting up straight and running fingers through her hair. "Hm," she hummed, pulling his tie idly with a mischievous smirk, leaning in to claim his lips. Sweet like honey was the boy, and Philippa smiled softly, her arms coming to wrap around his neck as she straddled his leg with shyness. Pulling away after wonderful, perfect moments, she kept her forehead pressed again his, relishing in the moment. "I love you." She whispered, one hand moving to caress his cheek. "I love you too." he replied, equally quiet, this time him leaning forward to kiss her. She basked in his warmth, relishing in the comfort of his arms wrapped around her. It was perfect and complete bliss.
She couldn't, wouldn't ask for anything better, and why would she? She had everything she needed, right here, right now.