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Chapter 1

John stirred awake as his alarm screamed. He rubbed his eyes before slamming his fist on the alarm clock to shut it off.

"Mmmrghh.." John grumbled as he got up. He wandered to his closet, flipping through shirts. He grabbed one of his uniform shirts and slipped it on. He then stumbled over to his dresser, putting on his socks and pants. He finally put on a pair of boots and walked to his bathroom.

After his morning routine, John headed to the fire department and went to his desk. It was a rather slow day for the department, which wasn't a bad thing in John's eyes. Nobody's getting hurt and that's good. However, John was still bored and wanted action, for most of the week had been boring and uneventful. Suddenly, John's walkie-talkie went off. He heard the voice of a close friend.

"John. Sheriff callin' in. Got a situation over here, bring one of ya' trucks and a few men. Get over here quickly, the blue house on 3rd Street.."

John shot up and got into his gear, a few of his fellow firefighters did so aswell. They hopped into a truck and rushed to the house, which was ablaze. John ordered a few of his men to go find anyone trapped in the house. They came back out with a man and his children, rushing them to a few nearby EMTs. John barked out orders, making his men put out the fire.

Once that was done, John walked over to the sheriff, who was a good friend of his.

"John." The sheriff smiles for a second as he speaks.

"Frillo." John replied, 'Frillo' was a nickname John had given Fred a long time ago.

Fred rolled his eyes at the name before his expression became serious, "Listen, I think those kids' dad was intoxicated.."

John cocked a brow, "Ah, what makes ya say that?"

"His words were all slurred, eyes bloodshot and he reeked of alcohol. Man probably couldn't even walk in a straight line if ya asked 'im to."

"..So what are you gon' do about it, Fred?"

"I'm gonna get a detective to look into it.. ya did good in there by the way.."

"Heh, thanks Frillo."

Fred folded his arms after fixing his hat, "Anyway,.. I'll keep you informed on the situation.."

John nodded, "Alright.." John took off his helmet to wipe sweat from his forehead, his hair already damp with sweat. "Sky's above, it is blisterin' today.."

Fred chuckled, "You can say that again.. anywho.. I guess we gotta part ways for now.."

"I guess so.. see ya around Frillo." John flashed a toothy grin before wandering back to the firetruck. Fred quietly watches John walk off, smiling to himself. He took one final look at John's backside before getting into his car and driving back to the station.

{End of Chapter 1}

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Idea Board ♥️

So I basically wanna write a gay story because I have nothing better to do, so this is just the main idea

(ocs)

Frederick Buck (he/him): Sheriff, 6'2", slim/muscular build, tan (stained looking.?) Skin, dark brown eyes, firm, professional, caring, sensitive (probably puts up a front), stubborn, light brown hair (short, crew cut), shaved face, slightly sharp teeth, gruff voice.

Johnathan Hickory (he/him): Fire Chief, 6'8" (Goliath of a man 💀), busty/muscular build, tan skin (he probably has really bad farmers tan), green/hazel eyes, snarky, respectful, tempered, dark brown hair (short but a bit grown out), rough stubble, flat teeth, has a gold crown on his left fang, calming (slightly monotone) voice.

(Note, both are probably 30-40)

(setting, time frame)

They're somewhere in the South (I'm not about to do research on some random place but let's just say somewhere like Texas) Most likely just a small county. Probably around the late 70s to early 80s (I may have some mishaps and basically forget their time frame in some situations, but it won't be like a character pulling out an iPhone 15 💀)

(plot)

Pretty much just a gay love story with both characters being in denial the entire time.