You Know, The Moment I Get Worried About Myself Is When I Look At JSchlatts Character And Think "Oh,

You know, the moment I get worried about myself is when I look at JSchlatts character and think "Oh, that's kind of relatable".

This is the moment where I am sure that I need some help.

Just had a mental breakdown, so....I am going to write headcanons on how the beloved pumpkin husbands calm each other down.

•Schlatt is usually pretty calm. The difficulties are there only when he drinks too much. During this time he can either get frustrated, having an emotional breakdown or aggressive. This is why he and Quackity already communicated about it. Quackity usually just leads him to a quiet room and leaves as soon as Schlatt asks him to. The ram hybrid then usually yells and breaks something that is lying in the wrong place. It takes an hour or more for him to calm down and Quackity is then waiting near the door. He proceeds to ask how his husband is feeling and if he can enter the room. If the answer is positive, he enters. Mostly Schlatt is already sitting on the floor, heavy breathing. Quackity checks his hands and knuckles, knowing that he could have damage them, kisses him and leaves many kisses on his face, earning at least a weak smile. He whispers sweet nonsense in Spanish, it's strange, but it seems to calm his husband down more, so he doesn't question it. The following time would only contain cuddles and sweet whisper, that is interrupted just by some drunk nonsense or apologies, which Quackity tries to shush, gently cupping the others face, making sure to make his love know that everything is alright and that they can make it work together. Nothing to be sorry for. Nothing to be ashamed for.

•Whenever Quackity is having a bad time, be it because of bad memories, recent events, pain from the scar and nightmares, Schlatt tries to be as close to him as possible. He is not leaving. Even if he needs to get water or anything else, he usually takes his lover with him or even carries him. Quackity doesn't weight much, being an avian, so that's not a problem and it makes the young hybrid chuckle every time. In this case, it's more a situation of "listen and let him talk". Schlatt will ask what exactly is wrong and only let Quackity speak, giving only more questions, letting his duckling be more specific about anything that is bothering him. During that the ram hybrid will gently rub his back, give praises, because he knows how hard it can be for his husband to be that open about his feelings, make sure that Quackity stays hydrated and makes sure that his beloved knows just how much he loves him. No matter what happens or happened.

The door was closed behind Quackity, he was breathing heavily and a little bit shivering. He was pretty much annoyed, what does Wilbur even think of himself? who does he think he is, just coming like this and behaving like it's his land? The duck hybrid didn't have enough time to properly be angry at the revived son of a fridge. The light in his house flickered, he chuckled a little.

-Schlatt, you learned something new? And, when are you going to...I don't know, make everything in the room levitate?- even though the young hybrid seemed amused, this ended pretty quickly when a vase was crashed against the wall, flying by his face.

-What the fuck!? What is your fucking problem!-

-Try and guess, Quackity! You have a brain!-

of course Schlatts answer remained unheard when he walked around the room, pushing chairs and everything that can break.

-Fuck, okay, what is it?! I....if it is because of Sapnap and Karl then you know what? I have the right to move on! b...but even so, they aren't really around, are they!?- if only Quackity could see the amount of disbelief and rage in his ex-fiances eyes when he made a shelf fall and almost hit the duck hybrid.

-You think I am jealous!? I am fucking dead, you can fuck whoever you want! But what where you thinking when you met up with Wilbur fucking Soot!?-

Even if Q couldn't see him, the ram hybrid still decided to be as close to his face as he can.

-stop throwing a tantrum like a fucking child! Talk to me!-

-Oh, well, I am trying, smartass! But I wanted you to fucking pay attention right away!-

Schlatt then disappeared, appearing at one of the wardrobes, taking the first object that could be used for communication. It turned out that he couldn't hold something in his hand for too long, which is why the option of just writing everything down was more troubling. This is why they still used Morse code. A coin was perfect for that and Q was ready to write down the letters....even though he was annoyed and pissed with his ghost husband. As if it's that hard to just proper communicat with Q in the first place.

D O N T T R U S T W I L B U R

-So....you are throwing a tantrum because you are worried? How cute.- there was clear sarcasm in those words.

-This is clearly not a reason to fucking destroy my home. You really think I trust him?- the slow tapping with the coin continued.

H E S T I L L C A N M A N I P U L A T E U

Quackity let out a tired sigh. Even if he wanted to continue to he mad, he couldn't deny that it was a little bit comforting to know that someone cares about you.

-Schlatt. I can take care of myself. You know that I can. He oversteps and then he can go back to the hell he crawled out of.- there was a moment of silence there. Schlatt needed some time to calm down. This...ghost state clearly made him even less stable then he was before.

W A T C H Y O U R B A C K P U M P K I N

-...I will...don't worry.-

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Wanted to write something short...so...yeah...the continuation of the AU, where Schlatt/Glatt is invisible and can't be heard by anyone. I thought to call it something like "Still feel your presence AU" but I don't know...is it too long?

Ghostbur: I made you this friendship bracelet!

Glatt, definitely not drunk: You know....eh...I am not really a jewelry person.

Ghostbur: ...Oh....well....you don't have to wear it....

Glatt, immediately taking the bracelet: No. I am gonna wear it forever. Back off.

I got a new friend. Look at them. One face instead of a thousand words.