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Quackity & Jschlatt||DSMP||

 TW: abuse, toxic relationship, minor violence.

 During Schlatt's presidency I had fallen for him and his VP, Quackity. I was so blinded by my love for Schlatt that I sided with him as he hurt our husband, our government, and our country. I had thought the man loved me- I was sure he did somewhere in that now dead heart of his- but it was all a lie, Schlatt had taken my ability to see. I had so willingly believed everything Schlatt said, I completely disregarded any poor words against him, I had even fought against them. Thinking Quackity was wrong for leaving Schlatt was one of my worst mistakes, along with ignoring the abuse that one of the men I loved was going through because it was delivered by the other man that I loved. I knew Schlatt was broken, trying to help him- risking my entire mental health for a man who didn't appreciate shit- was another mistake. I had hit Quackity when he accused Schlatt of being a toxic and alcolholic scumbag, but he was right, I just wish I had noticed sooner.

 I pushed through the crowd, looking at the faces of people who I used to care about- now I thought the worst of them all, surrounding my husband- who was drunk off his mind doing push-ups- in the drug van. Schlatt had finally noticed me, however his expression turned sour.

 "What the fuck are you doing here?" Schlatt slurred, stumbling over to me in his drunken state.

 "I came to help-" I was quickly cut off by Schlatt's hand meeting my face, knocking me to the floor. Tears filled my eyes as I placed a hand on the mark on my face, shock filling my body.

"Do you ever shut the fuck up? You have only made everyone's lives worse, hell, even Flatty Patty over there hates you. You have never helped anyone, [Y/N]." Schlatt's words were like several puncture wounds that continued to bleed out long after the knife was gone, stinging my heart.

 White noise then filled my ears, had I really never helped anyone? Quackity hated me? Did everyone hate me as much as him? Did I deserve this? Why did he hit me? Schlatt loves me, right? Right? They hate me. They all hate me. Quackity was right, wasn't he? Schlatt really isn't a good person, is he? This is all my fault. They hate me because it's all my fault.

 "Hey, breathe with me alright?" A deep voice reached my ears, and I looked to see Eret taking a deep breath. I tried to breath with him but failed, and started crying harder. "Hey, hey, don't cry, let's try again, okay?" They took another deep breath, and I went with them this time. Eret soon helped me calm down, and pulled me into a hug. "Are you okay, [Y/N]?" he asked, to which I gave a nod, and he helped me stand up.

 "Does anyone smell toast?" Schlatt's words prompted many questions from others, one notibly being from Eret:

 "Is he having a stroke?"

 I quickly turned to the man who had hit me moments before, did he really deserve my sympathy? No, but I loved him, so I gave it anyway. I moved over to the man who sat on the floor, I wasn't going to let my husband die alone.

 "You don't have to say anything, J. I know." I whispered, and the man's facial expression softened.

 "I'm sorry, [Y/N]." Schlatt gripped the back of my shirt tightly, and I felt my shoulder become damp. 

 "I know, Schlatt." I wanted to believe that he was going to make it, that he was going to be better, but he wasn't. 

 "I'm scared, [N/N], it hurts." Schlatt whispered.

 "I know... I promise you'll be okay, Schlatt. You don't have to worry." I spoke softly and Schlatt gently nodded.

 And then he was gone.

 The aftermath was a new presidency, the death of Wilbur, and the death of a country as it was once known. However, it had been weeks since then, and I hadn't visited Schlatt's grave, not even for the funeral. I didn't want to. It took me a long time to realize that Schlatt had been using me, but it wasn't that he didn't care, he just wasn't a good person. I had apologized to most of the people I had hurt because I was blindsighted by Schlatt, most being very forgiving, some- like Tommy- took a while to forgive me. However, I was unable to approach Quackity, especially now with Sapnap and Karl. It was upsetting, two of my best friends keeping me from apologizing to my ex-husband. I knew it was because Quackity was avoiding me, and they wanted him comfortable before anything else, yet it still stung. Until they finally said that he was ready to talk to me.

 "[Y/N]." Quackity spoke harshly, but I knew he was just trying to make it seem like he was mad.

 "Q, you have no idea how sorry I am, for everything-" I started, however Quackity spoke.

 "I know you're sorry, [Y/N]. Schlatt hurt you too, I know what you went through." He sighed.

 "But that doesn't excuse how I acted towards you, someone I love. I wish I had realized that Schlatt was toxic sooner, I could've been better to you." I sniffed before continuing, "You avoided me for weeks for a reason, I hurt you and that's my fault. I deserve to loose after choosing the wrong one. I'm trying to do better but knowing I hurt you means I can't move on."

 "[N/N]. I forgave you a long time ago, I was avoiding you because I wanted to loose feelings for you... It didn't work." Quackity whispered the last part, yet I still heard it.

 "Q..." I spoke softly, pulling the man into an embrace, which he returned, "I never stopped loving you." I whispered.

 "Do you want to retry?" He asked softly, and I nodded.

 I removed my head from Quackity's shoulder, and his face lit up. He took my face in his hands and placed quick little kisses across my face. When it came to my lips, I did it for him, closing the small gap between us. I had missed this, I had missed him. Why I had ever chosen Schlatt over feeling loved with Quackity?

 -END-

There was gonna be some karnapityxreader at the end, but I cut it out. This was all written in one night and I have no regrets because I miss writing oneshots this fast. I also feel sick so that very not poggers. Anyway, thanks for reading! Sincerely, Elliot.