I have no idea how this was supposed to work, so I'm just going to assume the emotions have somehow taken physical form outside of the Mind and can see, hear, and touch the gems and such…

But this chapter will feature Characters from Starnerve's Emotional AU. I hope that they read and enjoy it :)


Bubble Gum by Clairo

Desiree was sitting on their bed, feeling rather guilty from an earlier occurrence. She and Angus had another fight - like that's new - but this time, she said something rather personal, something she knew would hurt Angus.

He left the house claiming he needed a drink, and left in a rush. She realized what she said and tried to apologize, but they both knew the damage had been done. She laid back on his pillow, snuggling with it and taking in his scent. It smelled of the strong cool mint gum he loved to chew on the way to work and on the way home. She always smelled it on his breath whenever they kissed, and while pungent to her at first, she eventually grew to love it.

It was faintly present on the spot she was laying in. He must have chewed it when he took a nap earlier, kind of dangerous but that was her husband. Being a cop made him so accustomed to being on the more reckless side, but he always did mean well with everything he did.

"I wonder how he would feel about the smell of lavender on his pillow…" She said softly with a chuckle and a tear sliding down her face. "It would probably make his nose turn…"

She remembered when cool-mint was just bubble gum. He loved to smack on bubble gum when he worked, it was like a stress ball to him. He chewed it so much he had to go to the dentist once because he developed TMJ. She chuckled at the memory, holding his pillow tighter. She wiped her eyes and kept reminiscing, singing to herself in a light tone.

Sorry I didn't kiss you...but it's obvious I wanted to.

That's just something that happened for her; whenever she and Angus had a fight, she always went back to the good times they had, laid on his pillow, and cried a little while singing to herself. This would always send her to sleep, and he would always come home to smudged makeup and lavender on his pillow. He always found it so depressing how he left her in that state. It made him feel like a bad husband, even though occasional fights in relationships were supposed to be normal.

Bubblegum down my throat and it's a curse...but my luck couldn't get any worse…

He felt like they fought too much, but he loved her too much and did what he could to make it up to her. She knew it was just the stress of being a cop and dealing with shitty coworkers that got him more riled up than usual, and wanted nothing more than to support him in every way she could.

'Cause I swallowed the bubblegum...oh, and these seven years will be pretty dumb.

They both would sit down the next morning and talk things out, coming to mutual understandings of what had gone down, and relieving feelings of stress in more ways than one. That had many mornings and nights lost to a few hours of pleasurable release, but it was their remedy for overcoming the storms. Just being in each other's embrace was enough, even if they did have an ear-splitting fight the night before.

Pink flowers grow from my skin...Pepto Bismol veins when I grin.

She would always feel so much better after they made up, but she knew deep down that they both would let the fights linger in their memories.

A few hours later, Angus came home to discover an all too familiar scene. He laid on her side, and covered her up with their duvet. He held her close and kissed her softly on her head.

"Des?" He called quietly, petting her hair.

Silence.

"Desi?"

Silent. With a light chuckle to himself, he called.

"Broccoli?"

"I'll kill you." She said under her breath, earning a chuckle from him. She moved up and they shared a soft kiss before she snuggled again and went back to sleep. He held her closer and smiled lightly.

"I love you too."