You and Phillip had been dating on and off for the past three years. The police were rolling in heavy and your heart stopped. Phillip was in trouble again. Going into the bedroom, you shake him and he groggily rolls over. In slow motion, your world starts to crumble around you.
“Phillip Kopus! ON THE GROUND!” Phillip drops to the ground, participating like a stand up citizen.
“Tell me, tell me what you did.” You beg. His eyes stare into ground, his lips unmoving.
“He killed Mike Parker, in cold blood.” Harold Jensen barks, dragging Phillip’s large frame out the door.
“Phillip!” You shout, sprinting to get in front of him. “You son of a bitch.” You snarl, hand cracking across his face. “You won’t ever be any different than your father.” You turn and wobble back into the house and drop onto the couch; defeated. They’d taken him, once again he was behind bars.
“Sweetie?” Marie calls from the door.
“In here.” You whimper out. Her familiar, comfortable face meets yours with a sad smile. “You gonna visit him?” She asks, wandering around cleaning and picking up a few things.
“I don’t know. He killed Mike. He killed him.” You murmur, staring out the window at nothing.
“I can’t believe that. But he and Mike into some crazy things, so maybe Mike deserved it.” She shrugs. “I’m not saying he deserved to die, I’m just saying maybe don’t judge Phillip so harshly.”
Two Months go by, no word from Phillip and he refused to see you. Today was your last visit. If you were declined again you’d give up on him. As you walk into the prison, you are stopped by a guard.
“Jack Kopus is asking for you.” You are led down a hall to see Jack Kopus at a table, always a sick smile twisting his lips upwards. It always made you feel gross.
“Hey pretty girl.” He growls, patting the table and waving to the open seat across the table.
“What do you want?” You snip, in no hurry to hear whatever Jack had to say.
“I hear Phillip’s here. Sometimes at night, he calls out for you.” He laughs. Your heart twinges, as Phillip wouldn’t see you.
“Okay? If all you wanna talk about is Phillip I’m gonna go. I’m actually not here to see you.” Standing, you hear Jack say something you never thought you’d here.
“You’re not the only pretty lady meeting him here. And he got released three days ago.” He barks.
“What?” You turn to him, brows furrowed and heart thundering. He was doing it to get under your skin. Shaking your head for a moment, you face the wall to compose yourself.
“Phillip was released already.” He grins darkly, his smile like something of the Joker’s.
“Anything else you want?” You nip.
“He’s banging another girl and he didn’t want you to know.” He snarls, continuing to try and break her.
“Well I guess if I haven’t seen him and he’s been out since Monday I guess I’ve been left in the dust.” She chuckles, waving to Jack as she starts out the door.
“He’s sleeping with Mike’s girl. That’s where he is. Trust me, sweet pea. I wouldn’t lie to you. Go ask them. See ya later, baby.” He assures, winking to you before letting you leave. Mike’s girl, why would she be sleeping with Phillip if she knew what he did?
“I’m here to see Phillip Kopus.” You state, leaning against the wall. Exhaustion was taking over already. Dealing with Jack took a lot out of a person.
“I’m sorry, he’s been released.” Released. You nod, your quaking legs carrying you out the front door and to your car. Collapsing onto the sidewalk, the tears falling down your face.
“Are you okay?” Asks a soft voice, and your eyes meet Mike’s girlfriend. Phillip’s big frame hulked behind her. Standing and feeling a rage you’d never felt before, you swing on her. Your fist connecting over and over with her face. Phillip’s big frame drags you to the ground and holds you there.
“Baby, you need to calm down. What the hell’s going on?” He asks, like you hadn’t seen him in two months. Struggling out from underneath him, you lunge at her again. Knocking her to the ground, you hold her down.
“I’m sorry.” She whispers, tears running with the blood down her face.
“HEY! What’s going on? Get off her and put your hands up.” A cop shouts. You do as he says, standing and raising your hands.
“Leave her alone.” Phillip barks at him.
“Ma’am, you the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held….” You block him out as he cuffs you, eyes narrowed on Phillip. Watching the horror in his eyes as you were dragged away from him and he couldn’t do anything. Getting put into a parked cruiser, he starts the car, giving her a moment before he shifts into drive and starts towards the station.
“Damnit! You okay?” He asks her. The last she sees Phillip his arms are around her.
“Jesus, what the fuck are you doing? Do you want let out? I won’t jail you if you don’t want. I just had to get you away from her. What the hell’s gotten into you?” It was Officer Rekker, your high school boyfriend that broke up with you over some silly girl.
“Rekker, I wanna sit in a cell until I don’t wanna kill her. You let me out right now,
I’ll hunt her down and kill her.” You snarl, giving him a dark look.
“Here, at least you can sit in the cell by my desk. I can keep an eye on you there.” He chuckles, and you do too, only a little, but it was a little relief.
“Rekker! What the hell is that? You know Kopus is out, right?” Harold calls from the other side of the room. He and Kopus got along alright, Jean being common ground for them.
“I know boss, she said she’d commit murder. I felt it in the best interest of the city to detain her. At least for a night.” He responds.
“Got you, and she was arrested why? And why is Kopus walking in here right now?” They point to the front door, where plain as day, there he stood. Phillip Kopus, anger radiating off of him.
“I don’t wanna see him.” You bark, stalking to the back of the cage and standing with your face against the cool brick.
“She doesn’t wanna see you. Kopus, back up. She doesn’t wanna see you.” Rekker stands in front of the cell, hand on the baton, ready for a fight.
“You think you’re so cool, don’t you. Became a cop just to make your life mean something? Guess what, you little fuck. You’ll never mean anything, I could kill you right now. And no one would fight me. Understand me, move.” He growls, so close to the cell. You could hear his breathing now, the heavy rise and fall of his chest.
“Kopus, she doesn’t want out. So tell me, do you plan on fighting her? Because I could swing this door open and she wouldn’t move. Did I need to prove it?”
“Swing it open.” He barks, watching in shock as the door is swung open and you continue to stand there against the wall.
“You’re free to go.” Rekker states, standing away and leaving the way open. You sit on the floor.
“Princess.” Phillip whispers from the door. “Do you really wanna stay here?” He asks.
“Yes! I wanna stay here away from you! You son of a bitch! I went every week for two months and you never once let me in! But here she was visiting you and you two were fucking! You couldn’t let me see you and you were fucking someone else! So excuse me if I don’t really wanna be around you! I hate you!” Tears fall down your face as you stand there.
“Baby, I was in a rough place. I’m so sorry you thought I was sleeping with her.” He whispers.
“Leave me here. I don’t wanna be around you. Your dad told me about your shit. About her visiting you. About you being out since Monday, yet you couldn’t give me the time of day. I need some time in here to come down. I wanna kill her. I wanna kill you. I wanna launch outta this cell and strangle you. I wanna kill you.” You grind through clenched teeth, anger seething between your pearly whites.
“Then do it.” He challenges, hands out at his sides.
“I won’t. I won’t stoop to your level.” You snap back, eyes narrowing on him.
“You fucking bitch.” He charges into the cell, hands reaching for your throat. You jump onto the bunk and jump on his back, wrapping your arms around his throat.
“How dare you, how dare you fucking talk to me like that. I was there to see you. And you wouldn’t let me see you, yet here you are. Pretending to care about me now. I wanna spend the night here. I wanna be detained away from you because I hate you. I’m gonna strangle you.” You swing, your fists slamming into his gut over and over again.
“I love you. I’m so sorry.” He whispers, pulling you against him. “Calm down.”
“Baby, I need some time away from you. I’m sorry, I can’t trust you.” You whisper, pulling away. “Rekker, get him outta here.” You call, heading over and sitting on the bench. Phillip braces himself, shoulders stretched back and squared.
“Don’t fight me, Kopus.” He barks, reaching for the taller man and dragging him out of the cell and taking him to the front door and leading him outside.
“You protect her. You keep her safe until she wants to come home. Something happens to her, I’ll kill you. I can’t get her to come out, but I’ll kill you if you hurt her.” He murmurs, pressing his first two fingers into his temples and them wiping his mouth nervously.
“I need you to vacate the premises, Mister Kopus. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at seven in the morning. That’s when she’ll be released.” He turns walks inside, heading to the desk. Phillip watches as he stops and talks to you, eliciting a laugh and a smile from you. He swallows hard, leaving the police station and heading towards the house. Maybe he’d go to the bar. He didn’t really know. He’d never been talked to like that. He’d never felt so helpless. Wandering into the bar for a drink, Marie is sitting at the bar.
“Tell me something,” he starts, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I need to win her back. At this rate Rekker’s gonna take her away from me. I can’t even think straight. She’s never acted this way.”
“I visited your father for the first time today.” She murmurs, and Phillip’s head shoots up to look at her. She was drunk, so drunk her eyes weren’t open.
“Ma, let me take you home.” He murmurs, lifting her from her seat and carrying her to his truck. He stops at a gas station and buys a thirty-two pack of beer and a fifth of whiskey before getting to her house and carrying her inside. Once he gets to his house he wanders inside, booze in his right hand. “Fuck me.” He barks, dropping the case of beer and the bottle on the floor when his eyes land on your spot on the couch.
“Tell me something,” he whispers, cracking open a beer. “I need you to tell me you still love me.”
The case was gone, the bottle only a drop left in the bottom, and Phillip tripping over nothing as he makes his way into the bedroom. He drops into the softest bed, kicking off his boots and dragging his drunk self up into a more comfortable position. He rolls over, facing your side of the bed. He sees you, and reaches for you but finds nothing but a blanket and a pillow.
“I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I’m so fucked up. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate everything about me, but I love you. And you saw that. You saw how damaged I was and you loved me anyway. I should have scared you. I’m so sorry that I didn’t. I love you, baby. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He repeats his mantra, tumbling off the bed and dragging open the nightstand. He pulls out his pistol and a letter he’d written almost a year ago. He planned it out, a night when you wouldn’t be home. And you weren’t home again. Between the alcohol and bad thoughts, you were the last thing he thought about.
“See ya later, princess. You need anything you let me know.” Rekker chuckles as you take off down the steps to the cruiser, the crisp morning air waking your senses.
“Hey Rekker! My car is at the prison, do you think maybe you could take me?” she asks, and smiles, racing her to the cruiser before taking off for the prison.
“Hey, really quick.” He starts, but you already knew what he was going to say. You grab his face and press a harsh kiss to his lips. He deepens the kiss, his gentle hands holding your head as you grab tightly to his uniform. Drawing back, his eyes wide and dark with lust, you both chuckle. “Well christ woman. Way to read my mind. I’ll see ya later.” He whispers, pressing one more gentle kiss to his lips before getting into the car and heading home.
As you walk in, you don’t hear any movement, and head to the bedroom to find a horrific scene in front of you. A note on your pillow, a gun dropped haphazardly onto the bed, and Phillip sprawled awkwardly across the bed. At first you give a shriek, assuming the worst. After a moment of panic, you shake him.
Gently, his brown eyes crack open to find you standing over him.
“Princess?” He asks, sitting up and lunging at you. Tackling you to the ground, he finds you still there under him, grinning like a fool.
“I love you, Phillip Kopus.” You murmur, grabbing him up for a kiss. Your lips pressed against his harshly, feeling the sparkling taste of his lips and sweet smell of his cologne and cigar smoke, leaving you laughing in pure joy.
“I’m so sorry, babygirl.” He murmurs, hugging tightly against him.
“Phillip, can we talk about this?” You hold the note up. He shakes his head.
“I was in a bad place last night. With you gone, with the alcohol, I couldn’t think straight. I’m sorry I scared you. I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m sorry, about it all. I’m sorry for everything. Make sure we get through our shit together. Okay?” He whispers, rolling to the side to let you up.
“You promise me you won’t kill anyone else?”
“I promise. You promise not to kiss any other officers?”
“I promise. Wait, how did you--” Your eyes meet his, and they dance with laughter.
“I saw the way you two were laughing last night. I knew it would be a moment. It’s alright baby. We’re gonna be okay.”
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You and Phillip we're friends. Best friends. You had regular friend dates with your crew, Mike and Sky. You and Mike weren't as close as you and Phillip, even as teens, but Phillip was close to Mike as well so you let him tag along.
One night while at the movies, you started to nod off and Phillip chuckled, pulling you against him so you didn't fall over into the stranger next to you. While you napped though, you had a random dream where Phillip kissed you. It felt so real. So right. When all of a sudden, you jolted awake from a loud thunk in the movie. You found yourself leaves against Phillip, but it wasn't friendly anymore. After your dream suddenly you couldn't NOT stare at him. When had he become this MAN. He no longer was just your tall best friend, he was sexy. And you couldn't hide the amount of staring you'd done.
Of course you rode with Phillip, and as he drove home he found you oddly quiet. He cracks a little joke about you sleeping but not even that cheers you up.
"Hun, I don't know what I did but you better tell me. It's driving me batshit that you haven't babbled once about the hot guy that sat next to you." Normally you'd have a sarcastic response but you sat there still looking him over. He watched your eyes for a moment, and gave you a smirk. That made everything worse. You felt uncomfortable, as if he was a stranger, and he kind of was now.
"Phillip, thanks for tonight." You smile and hop out.
"Hey!" He shouts, hopping from the truck and rushing up to you. "I'm sorry I spent so long hiding from you." With that, he gives you one of those killer smirks he was so good at and leans in, his big hand holding your face and pressing his lips to yours.
"PK--"
"Don't. I saw the way you looked at me back there. I saw what you wanted. I want it too." He growls, dragging you into your apartment and slamming you against the wall, his lips never leaving you as he fumbles his way to your bed.
"Phillip-- tell me something." You gasp, hugging his neck.
"What?" He rumbles against your neck.
"This isn't a one night thing."
"Babygirl," he growls against your cheek, pressing his hot skin to yours in attempt to curb the hunger inside. "I've been waiting for this for so long. Please. I promise you I haven't been waiting forever for one night." He murmurs, kissing your lips and carrying you to the bed.
You were hired by the police department to do some private investigator work on a Phillip Kopus. To separate yourself from your work every person got a number. He was number 1 for obvious reasons.
"He's like a normal guy. Has dinner with his friend, goes to work, he's normal." You murmur, writing notes down quick. When you look back up, he's at your window. You give a shriek and lock the door.
"who are you?" He asks calmly through the glass. Not once does he threaten you. Carefully you unlock the door and get out.
"I'm with the police department. I was hired to investigate you." You stammer, reaching your hand out. Pushing you against your car with his full body he leans down to your ear.
"Get out of here. I'd hate for something to happen to such a cute lady." He murmurs, stepping away at once and disappearing. You heave a deep breath, finding your skin crawling with lust and your throat clogged with fear.
A week passes and he doesn't notice you yet, but when he does, you are ready. He storms towards you,his eyes full of lust; just dark pools of amber honey and rage.
"I told you there'd be consequences." He growls, getting in your face.
"What kind of consequences?" You breathe back, earning a shiver from the beast of a man towering over her.
"Consequences." He murmurs, licking your ear love, sucking on the sensitive skin there.
"Show me." You whisper, eyes meeting his for a brief moment. He scoops you up and hurries you inside.
"You keep taking photos of me." He growls, pulling your clothes off quickly, leaving you in the last black bra and panties set that you bought recently. Tipping his head back, he takes a deep breath and starts kissing at your neck.
"I'm sorry. They're not incriminating." You whisper, letting his rough kisses ravage your body. Grabbing at his shaggy curls, you grip tight as he slides into you.
"So pretty." He murmurs, rocking a steady rhythm against you.
"Phillip." You whisper, legs tightening around him as you get close.
"Babygirl." He whispers, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he reaches his climax. You bite into his shoulder as you both tumble into the abyss of ecstasy.
"Tell me, Kopus. What would a girl have to do to get you alone again?" You ask, trailing a red fingernail down the valley of his chest.
"Keep showing up." He growls, putting you back into your clothes.
It was late, you were headed to Phillip’s for a chat, one that could end in disaster. For months now he’d been distant and quiet and weird, for lack of a better word he was sketchy. He’d missed three dates, didn’t call afterwards, and you were done. As you pulled up to his house, you could see a lantern lit in the living room and you shut your door, headed up the stairs.
“Hey hun.” He smiles, meeting you at the door and inviting you in. With a shake of your head, you feel the tears well in your eyes as you start to speak.
“Phillip, I can’t keep living like this.” You choke, feeling your heart pound heavily. Wide eyes find your own and pull them from the ground, holding your chin with one hand.
“Don’t. Just don’t hon. I love you. We can get through this.” He assures, pulling you through the threshold of the door and tumbling into his warm chest.
“Phillip-”
“Ssh. Just give me a minute.” He whispers, his voice heavily and low, like he was trying to stay calm. “We can fix this. Please let me try.” He hushes through a clogged throat.
“Phillip honey, you keep ruining it. Why won’t you let me go?” You whisper, afraid to burst the sound barrier if you spoke louder than that. He sniffs, swallows hard as if he were swallowing gravel, and heads away from you for a moment before coming straight back with something hiding between his fingers.
“Babe, I love you. Please don’t leave. Marry me, I’ll be the very best husband I can be. I’ll never miss a date, I’ll always be there to listen, I’ll always be ready to help you, please. Don’t leave. We have a crazy kind of love, but we have a love people want. Baby girl, we have a love of a lifetime. Give me one more chance.” He pleads and begs, holding out a small silver ring with a little diamond on top, you gasp. For some reason, you felt like he meant all of the things he was saying.
5 years later.
It was date night, you were sitting at the restaurant waiting for Phillip and remembering back to that day. The day you almost gave up on him. It hada now been five years, you two were engaged still and you waited patiently for Phillip.
An hour passes, you begin to get worried, but when you call he answers.
“Sh. You can’t tell my fiance. No.” He pants, “she can’t know. She’ll leave me.” He hushes out, tears falling from your eyes. He hadn’t missed one date night, not one, in five years. What had you done? You start to blame yourself, when you flag down the waiter and tell him you have to leave, it’s an emergency.
Rushing into the newly renovated house, you hear sounds coming from the bedroom. Rage flows through like a burst of electricity as you slam the door open. There on the floor, Phillip laid on his back, panting and out of breath, Junior lying in the chair, and a brand new bed sat in the middle of the room. In the middle of that bed though, sat the cutest westie puppy you’d ever seen in your life.
“Phillip John!” You shriek, rushing the puppy and hugging it.
“Hey babe. Sorry I was late. That little bastard ran the whole neighborhood for an hour.” He growls, waving a tired arm towards the pup. You lay down next to him on the floor and cuddle against him, but not before throwing a pillow at Junior.
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Phillip comes into the house, pushing against the door and hearing it creak. You look up from the couch to find him eyeing you seductively.
"hey sugar, I could fix this ya know."
"Nah. How will I ever know when you come in?" You ask, still looking at the door he creaks back and forth.
"because I'll just announce my entrance like this." He growls at the door, rushing her and pressing your back against his front, kissing your neck and nibbling your ear lobes. "How's that for entrance?" He rumbles. You twist in his arms and rest your hands on his shoulders, fingernails biting into his skin. He lifts you up, holding onto you as he starts towards the bedroom.
Tossing you onto the bed, he strips off his shirt and kicks his jeans and briefs to the floor watching you take off everything but your black lace bra and matching undies.
"oh babygirl. You look so beautiful. I love you." He presses butterfly kisses up your tummy, his stubble tickling your soft skin.
"Phillip." You groan, glancing to see his teeth pulling down your undies. Unhooking your own bra, you expose your supple breasts to him. He growls once more, teeth nibbling on your nipple while he rolls his hips against your own.
"it's okay baby." He assures, holding your whole breast in his one hand rolling it and massaging it, sending you into a blissful euphoria. Gently, he slides himself into you, pressing his hips against your own. As you conform to him, his slides back, thrusting back into you. Lips attack your neck as he starts a slow, steady rhythm.
"honey, you're amazing. Phillip yes. That's it," you moan in ecstasy. His thrusts become sloppy and your nails dig into his back, biting into his skin.
"oh baby, you ready?" He asks, holding the base of himself.
"Kopus. For the love of God, I need this." You growl, basically demanding he finish. Thrusting hard into you, he pulls out and slams back in, sending you both over the precipice of euphoria. As he flops next to you, both heavily breathing, you kiss his cheek and luck his neck, sending a quake through his body.
"I love you so much baby girl." He whispers, kissing your forehead.
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You had decided you and Phillip we're going on a trip. You stated that he should stand up to stretch his legs as his legs were crammed in the little seats. He stands up and *smack* he cracks his head off the luggage cabinet above your heads and looks down to his knees still partially bent. A snort escapes your mouth and you're quick to cover your mouth with both hands.
"So funny." He deadpans, rubbing his head and shaking his head very slightly. To get you back, he starts to step over you only to lean his crotch against your face and let's out a glorious laugh before continuing to step over. Your little fist reaches out and hits his hip and you both erupt into laughter. You both made the plane ride enjoyable for everyone aboard.
WARNING: This does depict a panic attack, and suggestions of a panic attack, if you could be triggered, please don’t read this. Love y’all <3
You were panicking. Your heart thundered, palms clammed, mouth quivering. You call Phillip. He could make it better. When he hears you breathing heavily of wavering, he floors it to get to you. When he gets there, he grabs your face, making you focus on him; those beautiful green eyes of his drawing you in like a deep forest. Murmuring to you, he assures you with a strong hug.
“Phillip, you didn’t need to-”
“Ssh. Yes I did. You’re my girl, what kind of man would I be if I let you panic like that?” He whispers, his rough thumb brushing your cheeks to soothe you. Nuzzling your face further into his hands, your nose touches his throat, and he gives a soft chuckle, holding you and whispering sweet nothings to you.
“Phillip?” You ask childishly, looking up to him with your big doe eyes. He raises his brows in response. “I love you. You didn’t need to come here, but you did. I don’t deserve you, you’re too good.” You smile, laying against his chest; his strong arms wrapping you in a warm cocoon of safety.
“Nonsense, you’re the best one here. I love you, honey. Keep breathing baby.” He whispers, cuddling against you.
