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  1. Public Bookmark 39

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    Chip sighed, a quiet smile on his face. “I know. But I want- I want to be called dad. I want to hold a kid's hand while they drag me around to look at shops and whatnot. I want to tell bedtime stories and tuck them in with a goodnight kiss. I want to hold them and make sure they know they’re loved and shower them in affection. But that’s not- that’s not like me and Ollie. If anything, he’s almost more like a little brother than a son.” He took a deep breath before dropping his eyes to the floor. A part of him almost expected Gillion to laugh and call his wants stupid. Because they were, and Chip knew that.

    Instead, Gillion only wrapped his arm tighter around Chip and pressed a kiss to his temple.

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    OR the one where Chip wants to be a dad, and Pretzel is an actual triton child that asks him to tuck her in for bed

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    Feeling nerves crawl up his skin, he rolls out of bed, throwing his covers back and grabbing one of his swords propped up against the wall. He keeps the sword in front of him, tense and ready, his other hand slowly reaching towards his pillow.
    In a flash he rips it off his mattress and sends it flailing across the room, his hand flying back to cover the other hand already gripping the hilt, knuckles turning white.
    “Hah!” he yells out, the blade’s point barely brushing against a…
    A shell?
    Chip’s brow furrows, his frown deepening.
    “Huh?”

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    The one where Gillion wants to court Chip, but Chip has no idea what the fuck kind of courting rituals exist in the Undersea.

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    Muttering a curse under his breath, he turned the bottle over, examining the nozzle, his finger still lightly resting on the trigger. Maybe there was a blockage…?

    “GOOD MORNING, CHIP!”

    Chip’s hand spasmed in his surprise. The trigger gave way. The next thing he knew, he was enveloped in a rose-tinted cloud, his panicked eyes staring right into Gill’s.

    Gill looked at the bottle in his hand, then at the pink mist. “What—?”

    “Don’t breathe in!” Chip screamed, and in doing so, breathed in.

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  4. Public Bookmark 81

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    At this point this is original protest poetry or something.

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    13 May 2026

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    "Before the break, we asked our contestants: who was your first love? Richie, what did you write?"

    Your mom

    "Heh. That's what we get for inviting a comedian on the show," Chet snorts. "Very mature, Mr. Trashmouth. Maybe your partner can illuminate us. You guys were childhood friends, right? So fill us in, Eddie. Who was Richie's first love?"

    Rolling his eyes, Eddie flips over his card.

    My mom

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    Richie and Eddie go on a game show for couples. Nobody expects them to be such a dream team. And nobody suffers as much as the host.

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    02 May 2026