Good boy~ Jack Horner x reader

How you met

Ok this guys personality is hard to write so if it seems like he's not himself please don't attack me I'm trying my best.

You walked into big jack Horner's bakery. Sure, he was a wanted criminal, but so were you. You used to watch his shows as a kid before you moved away.

"Little Jack Horner sat in the corner, eating a Christmas pie. He stuck in a thumb and pulled out a plumb and said: What a good boy am I!" Little Jack sang to an unamused crowd.

"Hey, look! A magic puppet!" Someone yelled and they all ran over to see your friend Pinocchio. You'd already seen him perform about a million times and you were desperate to see literally anything else.

"What's impressive?! Im already a real boy!" He shouted angrily. He suddenly noticed you were still standing there.

"Why are you still here?" He asked, looking a little less disappointed. "For the show? Are you done or something?" You said confused.

"Well, I guess not since I still have an audience. Or at least a random girl." He suppressed a smile.

You shook out of your thoughts and trudged inside. You examined all the different pastries when you suddenly felt a looming presence behind you. You spun around to see the man himself. He was bigger than you thought he'd be.

"Are you gonna buy something or what?" He snarled. You rolled your eyes. He was just as you remembered.

"I'm still looking." You stated and he raised an eyebrow. "How 'bout a pie? We're pretty good at making those here." He smirked.

"Um, actually, I don't like pie." You said and he looked caught between being shocked and outraged.

"How dare you insult my professionalism! I'll see to it that you change your mind! Try this!" He clapped twice and a random baker handed him a slice of pie.

"Oh, that's nice of you, but I really don't have the money-"

"It's on the house, darling." He set it on the table and gestured for you to sit next to him. Your face flushed red as you sat next to him.

You seemed to have a mini staring contest as you took a bite. Mostly to just be nice. To your surprise, it was actually pretty good. He raised an eyebrow, awaiting your approval.

"It's good." You nodded and he smiled, clearly satisfied.

"Excellent!" He clasped his hands together. He seemed to be examining your face closely.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" He sat his chin on his fist. "You might." You shrugged and continued eating. He raised an eyebrow, examining you closer. His eyes widened for just a moment before they went back to normal.

"You're that girl who used to watch my shows!" He concluded, smiling triumphantly. "I didn't think you'd actually remember me." You chuckled a little.

"Oh, I never forgot. I was a weird kid. From my understanding, you moved to another city. What brings you back here?" He asked. "I'm kinda a wanted criminal, So I'm on the run." You said.

"Join the club." He scoffed just as you finished.

"Right, that'll be fifty dollars." He held out his hand and you choked. "But you said it was on the house!" You glared at him.

"Oh, I did say that, didn't I? Well, I lied. If you don't have the money, maybe you could pay me another way." He smirked. Your eyes widened as you backed up. He laughed at your reaction.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Seeing as you're the only person I've ever been able to tolerate, you're free to go. But next time I wont be so nice." He smirked and started yelling at the workers to clean up your table.