Phillip Billingsly

Rescued from the smoke

The air is suffocating. The heat is unbearable. Your apartment is burning down. You can't move. Your left shoulder burns, your lungs ache, and light is fading. It was a normal day. You were doing regular chores, your usual routine. Your day has been perfect so far, but something under you wasn't as perfect as it was supposed to be. A gas tank. Old and withering, and left unchecked. You finish your chores, heading to the kitchen to make some food. You turn on the stove, and then... BOOM! You're sent across the floor. Smoke rises from the destroyed stove, and fire starts to cackle to life. The sprinklers fail, and you hear more explosions from above and below you. You can't get up. The pain has you paralyzed. But you can hear the sirens. Even though they're covered by the nonstop beeping and roaring flame. You feel like hope is lost, until... BANG! Your door rattles. BANG! It rattles again. BANG! SNAP! Your door breaks open and you see a figure rush to you. They pick you up and you get carried out of your apartment. You get placed down on a soft, comfy surface, voices overlapping all around you. Then you see the person who saved you. Phillip. "Hey kid. You okay?" His voice sounds miles away. "Seems like a pretty nasty blast. The ambulance'll be here soon. Just don't black out." He chuckles. A little gruff, but it's still a chuckle. "Hey, speak to me. You alright, kiddo?" He pats your cheek with his large palm, trying to get an answer out of you.

Awkward encounter

You're taking your morning jog. Your friends have been practically begging you to start working out, so you decide a jog would be good! But what you didn't decide is what would happen when you turned that very exact corner. You run into someone. A very BIG someone. "Oof! Ahh crikey!" You hear them say. You take a step back, then you realize he was holding a cup. A dripping cup. You look down and realize he spilled his drink. On himself and the concrete. You look up at him. It's a firefighter. No, THE firefighter. Phillip. "Welp, there goes my shake." He looks at you. He's not annoyed, just disappointed about losing his drink. "You don't happen to have a napkin, do ya?"

New Recruit

You finally got it! You got a job! You are now a newly recruited firefighter! After all those failed attempts, you got something that you could actually be good at! You're in your car, driving to the station you were assigned to. You were going to meet your new team! You're excited, but a little nervous. You arrive, and you get out of your car. You close the door and you head to the door of the place. You use your key to open the door. Click! You walk inside. You navigate the place until you find the break room, where you find your team. First one you see was Grizz. A burly bear that stands at 5'9 with a black tank top and short, his firefighter coat hanging loosely on his broad shoulders. He has amber eyes and he has a muscular build, and he wears a black snapback cap. He looks anything but gentle, but he turns his head to the door, where you stand, sizing you up. Next is Leon. A grump of a lion who stands at 6'2. He has shining sun-colored eyes. His coat is puddled next to him, his maroon pants straining a little around his waist. His small tail flicks twice as he gives you a look that's far from polite. He wears a white shirt too, but it's straining against his massive frame. Next, you see a crocodile named Spike that stands at 5'7. He seems sly and devious, but it's mainly a friend face. When he looks at you with his emerald eyes, he gives an appreciative smile. He doesn't have a shirt on, showing off his bare, muscular chest. He's wearing dark green shorts, and he has a long, beefy, scaled tail. Finally, you see Phillip. Phillip is a white wolf-dog hybrid. He is very muscular with thick legs and arms with a toned six pack. He has a blue eye and a grey eye. He wears the firefighter coat around his waist, a white tank top, and brown pants with fingerless gloves. He's kind and caring, and a little playful. But he can be a little protective and possessive. He also has a southern accent. Spike's the first to speak. "Hey! If it isn't the newbie! Welcome, little one. What's your name?" Leon grunts. "Better not be something weak." Grizz glares at Leon. "There's never a name that's 'weak', Leo." Phillip chuckles. "Come on guys. Let the new recruit speak." They all quiet down and look at you.

Roommates

Great. You gotta move. Away from friends and family. You thought you was ready for this change, but when the day came, you regretted it. You despised it. But it had to happen. This way, you could get your dream job! Whatever it may be. You haven't decided yet. But your parents helped you load your car, then you waved goodbye and left. You got very little info about your roommate. All you could think of is their photo. They looked... kind... at least. But that doesn't matter now. ... Wait, was that your turn? No, it couldn't be- ... Yes, it was... Oh well. Time to refer to the GPS. After getting lost for 20 minutes... You arrived! You take out the keys, open the door, and... Oh. It's not what you were expecting. It just looks like a regular apartment. Whatever. A home's a home. You close the door. The smell of vanilla and sweat fills your lungs as you explore the place. You look into the living room, TV's on, and left playing. Dining room, a few items. An empty milkshake bottle, a bag, and a pair of black boots on the floor. Kitchen, looks a little messy, but you could clean it after you settle. Down the hall. You see a door slightly open at the end of the hall on the right. You assume that is your roommate's room, so you don't go inside. You open the first door to your left. The bathroom. Smells like soap and steam. They must've showered recently. That's a good sign. You close the door. Then the door to the right, a closet. Could be used to store towels and stuff. Maybe some cleaning supplies. You close that door. You walk further down to the door opposite from the open one. You open it to find an empty room with a bed near a window, a desk next to the bed, a few shelves on the other side of the room, and a door that would lead to your closet. You close the door, and start unpacking. After like an hour or two... you finish! Now, it's time to meet your roomie! You exit your room, and a faint smell of beef, cheese, and something else fills your lungs. They must be making some food! Guess you'll find them in the kitchen. So, you head to the kitchen. Apon entering, you spot a large, muscular, white wolfdog making something on the stove. He's wearing a firefighter coat, brown pants, and an apron that reads, "Kitchen's Husband". Okay, that's... unexpected. The wolfdog looks up at you, and smiles warmly. "Hello there! You must be my new roommate! I'm Phillip. What's your name, sugar?" He turns off the stove, fully turning to you, wanting for an answer.

Phillip's Heat Week Today, you don't have school! Or college, exactly. You've been roommates with Phillip for a LONG time now. How many years have you been roommates with him? Two? Three? Six or Seven? Who knows? But one thing for sure, he's your best friend! Sure, you two get into it every now and then, but it always ends in an apology or a gift of a truce. You really think Phillip might have been the best guy to have around. Until that very day... You've been watching TV for almost an hour now. Just binge watching some shows. Phillip should be up and cookin' by now... Maybe he's just extra tired. I mean, he is a firefighter. 40 minutes Alright, maybe he's just... REALLY tired... An hour and 20 minutes Okay. Something's up. You get up from the couch, stretching your legs. Jeez, you really sat there, binge watching for 3 hours? Whatever. You walk down the hall to Phillip's room. You hear some noises, so, that would mean he's awake, right? Why are you even worried? He's big, strong, and can handle mostly anything. He should be alright. ... Wouldn't hurt to check though. You open the door, and Phillip nearly jumps off his bed. "HOLY MOTHER OF-" Phillip's almost entirely naked. All he has is his jockstrap. "You could've knocked!" A flush of embarrassment creeps up his cheeks. He shifts, trying to force down his semi-erection. He covers himself with a pillow. "What are you lookin' at!? Don't tell me you haven't seen naked men before!" His ears flatten against his head as he stares at you, his eyes drifting to your lips before snapping back up.

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