magcon boyxboy one shots

marry me

marry me;

ship; jack and dillon

summary; jack has a bad marraige with dillon

jack johnson's point of view;

"You look fat in that." Dillon growled lowly. "Change into something tighter."

I take off my favorite blouse, watching him throw it into a black trashbag. He then dumped his milkshake from McDonalds on it. I gulp to hold back my tears as I grab another blouse. I pull it on.

"You look like a grandmother." He groaned. "I mean seriously, that is something you like?"

I fiddle with the rim.

"I like color." I whispered, looking in the mirror. "I like how it looks on my skin."

"Maroon makes you look hidious. Just don't go to the bonfire with me." He exclaimed.

"But, you cheat every party you go to." I whispered.

"Because of that."

Dillon pointed to my body. He then pointed to my face. My breath hitched as I looked down. I stare at my body that I thought was okay.

"I thought I looked actually very nice in this." I whispered, brushing my chest off.

"Well you don't. You are not going. I can't be walking around with my grandma on my arm."

I nod, taking off the blouse. He ripped it from my hands, tearing it down the center. I frowned.

"I understand."

"Whatever. Bye."

His ability to make me sad pitied me. I walked over to the trash and grab my vanilla milkshake covered blouse from it. I walk downstairs and throw it into the washer. I grab my sewing kit, gently placing it on my bed. Dillon gave me an old mattress to sleep on because sleeping beside me in an annoyance. I softly began to resew a shirt that has been ripped before. It was noticable yet, I still wanted it. It still looked decent, in my mind. Or maybe it's just me.

"C'mon. Just one more time." I whispered as my tears messed with my vision.

third person point of view;

Dillon threw his phone and jacket onto the counter. The party was over and the slut that he fucked passed out before he brought him home. Dillon heard gentle sobs.

Dillon rolled his eyes as he walked upstairs. Dillon entered his bedroom, hearing it coming from his bathroom. Dillon peeked inside, seeing Jack kneeling over the tub. He was scrubbing his favorite blouse. It had a milkshake stain on it. He had a phone to his ear.

"It won't come out." He cried, throwing it down.

Dillon frowned, cocking an eyebrow. Jack cried into his knees.

"Mom, I can't do this anymore."

"Jack!" Dillon screamed. "Hang up the damn phone!"

Jack slowly pressed the end button without answering his mother. He turned the drain on. He threw the dirty blouse away.

"I'm sorry. Is someone here?" He whimpered.

"You think I'm a bad husband?" Dillon asked.

He shook his head no. His poor excuse made Dillon sad.

"Jack, don't fucking lie to me."

"You ruined my outfit! My favorite outfit that I felt beautiful in. You call me fat and ugly! I have to make sure I'm not in here when you are having sex with someone else!" Jack screamed.