Title: Pants on Fire. Pairing: Jack Wilder x Reader. Words: 696. Rating: T. (Mild language).
“Don’t touch me.”
That was simple enough to obey, but Jack still found himself reaching for you. You were faster than he was, and with a glare sent his way, you stepped back, barely out of his reach. His brown eyes stared at you for the longest time, a roll of silence breaking between the two of you when he finally decided to speak. It was bare, and you could hear the emotions rising in his voice. That was strange, merely because Jack could manipulate his voice into any tone he wanted on the spot, but he decided to stick to the vulnerability of his guilt and emotions. “Listen—” He cracked, “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for you to f-find out… I didn’t mean for this,” Jack gestured between the two of you, “To get that far… I mean… I’m glad it did, but it wasn’t intended, (Name)! Listen to me. I’m good at one thing, and that’s… that’s…”
“Being a thief.” You gave him a look, as if to say, ‘you’re only making this worse’ as you pressed a hand against your hot forehead. “How long have you been…?”
“I stopped stealing from you months ago,” Jack admitted in a quiet voice, “I swear.”
“Why did you?” You asked bitterly, causing the man in front of you to draw back a few steps from the severity of your voice, “Why did you steal!? Did you really think that nothing was going to happen? Was I just another… Another toy for you to practice magic on?”
‘I really thought you were just like everyone else,’ Jack wanted to say but kept his mouth shut, ‘I thought you would turn me away and stomp on me the moment you found out what a shitty person I really am.’ Letting a deep sigh out, Jack hung his head and shrugged his broad shoulders. You could see the contemplation of his words reaching out onto his young expression, and you could tell he was battling on what to tell you. He didn’t want to make things worse, but there was not assuring that he could prevent it. And, there was no magic here to help him now. “I-I don’t want this to end like this, (Name).”
“You lied to me for months, Jack!”
“I’m sorry!” He felt like screaming at the top of his lungs, if it meant you actually forgave him for doing what he did.
“You betrayed my trust,” You snapped at him and began pacing in front of him. This was something you did when stressed, unable to think straight. As long as you could control something, and in this case it was your legs and your ability to walk, you didn’t wash away in the overpowering situation you were involved in, “Be-Betraying someone’s trust isn’t a fun thing to do. I’d have loved to have figured it out if you actually talked to me about it! Maybe then, I’d be a bit more understanding!”
‘I’m sorry’, his mouth whispered wordlessly. You could still seem them forming the words.
“Your ‘sorry’ isn’t going to give me back what you stole from me.” You uttered harshly, crossing your arms in front of your chest, “I can’t even look at you just… just leave…”
“But, (Name).” Jack was desperate. Stepping towards you quickly, his dark eyes traced over your face for a few seconds, looking for an opening in your expression that told him he could now touch you. There was nothing; it was like ice. Hard and cold. “Please… I can’t… I-can’t… without you.” There was his weakness. The fault that everyone had, and Jack was usually really good at hiding his under the facade of magic and deception. “I love you.”
“I don’t know if I do,” You told him, pushing on his chest so he
wasn’t so close to you anymore. The warmth of his chest under your
fingertips lightened up your senses like they always had, but still,
something here felt different. “You tore my heart out and crushed it
with your own hands, Jack. And if you don’t mind, I’d like for you to
leave so I can pick up the fucking pieces.”
OKAY SO IM REBLOGGING A LOT OF STUFF ABOUT NERVE BUT LET ME TELL YOU ITS HECKING AMAZING AND I NEED FANFICTION OF THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW IF THERE IS A FANDOM FOR THIS MOVIE I AM THE LEADER OMG IM DYING
(also dave franco is so hot can i meet him pls)