I hate that I love you - Jack Wilder Imagine

Prompt: Reader is an FBI Special Agent who arrests the four Horsemen along with Agent Fuller after they robbed the bank. Unfortunately Reader has met Jack before and they develop a love-hate-relationship.

Authors note: So this is the first imagine I´m putting up on this blog. I had this idea in my head for quite a long time now and I finally wrote it. It got pretty long tho so I forced myself to stop at one point. Since I´m having a lot more ideas for this story there´s probably gonna be a Part 2. I´m sorry for any typos but its currently 4am and I just spent about 3 hours on this so I don’t really feel like editing it right now. I hope whoever reads this likes it tho.

Fandom: Now you see me

Pairing: Jack Wilder x Reader

Warning: There´s like one cuss word 

Word Count:  1.622

„Alright, let´s get those magicians”, I said to Agent Fuller and the rest of our team. We were at the Aria Hotel ready to arrest the so called Horsemen for robbing a bank at their show last night. I had to admit that I thought Fuller was just messing with me when he told me about them. I mean magicians? C´mon these guys are entertainers. However it didn´t matter what they are. What matters is that they somehow managed to rob a bank in Paris from a Las Vegas stage in less than 10 minutes.  We were standing in front of their door silently nodding at each other and then I kicked the door open.

 “FBI! Hands where I can see them!” Fuller and I screamed at the same time. I don’t know what I was expecting but definitely not this. The Horsemen didn’t even flinch. It was as if they were already expecting us. Merritt McKinney was lying on a couch reading and not even bothering to put his book down. It took Agent Fuller to scream at him again so that he let the book rest on his chest and held his hands up. Daniel Atlas was standing at the window with a deck of cards in his hands. At least he put his hands up even though I did not like that smug look on his face. Jack Wilder was what it looked like sleeping on a chair with his feet on a table. I walked over to him with my gun pointed at his chest as he put his hands in the air. He looked rather bored but as soon as he saw me a grin spread on his face.

 “(Y/N), good to see you again. Look, about that last-“ “It´s Agent (Y/L/N) to you”, I cut him off. “C´mon are we really going to the last name calling? It´s not like I don´t know you.” The other Agents gave me questioning looks I simply decided to ignore. I hadn’t told them that I knew Jack Wilder. After all it was none of their business.

 I met him on my way home a few weeks ago when he `accidentally` bumped into me and wanted to apologize by showing me a little card trick. I like magicians and on top of that he was very handsome so I let him. He told me to pick a card, put it back into the deck and then he started to shuffle it.

 “I´m Jack by the way.” His smile was contagious. “(Y/N)” I replied while he cut the deck with one hand and one card shot out of the middle right into his hand. “Is this your card?” I couldn’t help but grin at him. “This is a phone number.” “Yeah it is and you´re free to keep it” His smile was actually the cutest one I had seen in a very long time.  “You know, you said you were going to show me a card trick to make up for bumping into me. You still don´t know what my card was though so I guess I can´t call you because you didn´t keep your promise which doesn´t change anything about you being that asshole who almost made me fall onto the ground and I´m afraid you being so utterly handsome still doesn´t make up for it.” I crossed my arms smiling at him and waiting for his next move.

 He did look surprised for a split second but his grin didn’t vanish. “Well, if you insist.” With a swift movement of his hand the phone number turned into my card - the ace of hearts – with the slight difference of a number being written across the middle of it. “Now, was this your card?” A laugh escaped my lips and I grabbed the card saying: “I guess it was even though I like this version much better.” He wasn´t that much taller than me but that didn’t change the fact that he was looking down at me with a huge smile across his lips. He was just about to say something opening his mouth but I grabbed his wrist and put it quite high on his back. My smile had faded and so had his. Instead he looked pretty shocked. 

“Woah, hey, hold on, hold on.” I kept quiet for a little longer wanting to hear his excuse. “Were you just trying to steal my wallet?” I asked him not very friendly. Yes, he was handsome and yes, I did enjoy that little flirt but I would not let him steal from me. “What? Why would you think that? I-“ I cut him off getting tired of this. “I´m going to stop you right there. I am an FBI Special Agent and I don’t like it when the bad guys are lying to me. Are you doing this to all the girls? Now listen to me very closely. I will let go of you and you won´t run away, do you understand?” He made a huffed noise which I took as a yes. I let go of his arms and he turned around to face me. 

“What? No apology?” I asked arms crossed once again. “You´re from the FBI?” He asked in awe and I had to keep myself of smiling at him because he just looked too cute with disbelief plastered all over his face. “Does that sound like an apology to you?” I must have looked intimidating because after a few seconds of staring at him he sighed and opened his mouth for what I was expecting an apology. “I´m sorry, (Y/N), but I didn’t try to steal anything from you.” That made me raise up my eyebrows. He was actually going to stick to that story. I knew exactly that he wanted to steal my wallet and yet here he stood telling me he didn’t. Pathetic. 

 “Don´t lie to me, Jack. I know what you were about to do but I´m FBI. I don’t deal with pick-pocketers and it´s been a long day so I really wish this wouldn´t have happened. I like you, Jack, and trust me I would´ve called but whatever. Just go now.” His eyebrows went up in surprise. “Are you serious?” “I am but if I ever see you again I promise you I will put you in handcuffs.” A smile started to form on his face and I couldn´t help but smile back. Even if it was just a small smile. “Either way it was still a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” “Wish I could say the same thing about you, Jack.” With a last smile and a wink he turned around and walked away.

 And that´s the story of how I met Jack Wilder. I didn´t know he was one of the Four Horsemen but when Fuller showed me their faces I thought one of them looked oddly familiar and when he told me his name was Jack Wilder I immediately recognized him as the guy who had tried to steal my wallet weeks ago. I had to admit that it was nice seeing his face again. The circumstances weren´t so nice though. 

“Like I said, it´s Agent (Y/L/N).” Just in that moment Henley Reeves appeared at the stairs putting on her jacket causing almost all Agents to point their weapons at her. “Do one of you guys mind giving as a hand with our bags?” She asked while she put her hands up. I didn´t like the tone of her voice but it wouldn´t be of any use to call her out on it so I just focused my attention back to Jack. “Let`s go”, Fuller said and I grabbed Jacks arms making him stand up so I could put him into handcuffs. 

“Last time we saw each other you did promise me you would put me into handcuffs, I just thought my charm would prevent you from doing so and instead you´d go on an actual date with me”, he said while I walked him out of the hotel room and led him downstairs. “Shut up, Wilder.” I couldn´t have him talk to me like that in front of my fellow agents or they would start questioning my authority. “No, I´m serious. I really wanted to ask you out but then that happened. I guess some would say it was the universe that brought us here together once again, don´t you think so?” He was messing with me just like McKinney was messing with Fuller but somehow he managed to get the idea of going on a date with him into my head and I couldn´t stop thinking about it. “I said shut the fuck up!” “Hey, no need to scream. I was just stating the fact that I find you very attractive, alright. However I already made myself clear about that last time, didn´t I?”

 These Horsemen had all of this planned, I could feel it. None of them were surprised or showed even the slightest change of emotion when we entered their room and now they were all talking to us as if we were not arresting them. Something was going on and I did not like it. When I sat back in the car next to Fuller he was giving me a questioning look. “Drive.” I didn´t feel like talking right now especially because I knew that he wanted to talk about Jack Wilder and if I did I might accidentally tell him something I didn´t want to speak out loud. Jack Wilder had been spinning around my head since the day I first met him and seeing him again like this didn´t make things any easier for me. God forbid when I need to interrogate him.

Lionel Shrike Death
  • Has anyone ever thought that Lionel Shrike faked his death? Think about it...
  • - Shrike was shackled inside a safe
  • - and drowned in the Hudson River
  • - 'after shrike drowned they never found the body' says Alma Dray in the first movie
  • - search teams fail to discover missing body
  • - Hudson River becomes watery grave
  • - Largest illusion becomes Shrike's fatal final
  • He may still be alive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • The closer you look the less you see.

I use my photoshop skills to make more memes. Why am I like this.


The Eye

So after reading this post by @cosmic-wanda and talking with @aneyeformagic about tarot cards, I’ve come up with my headcanon on how the Eye is organized.

There are 158 magicians, 22 from each of the seven continents (except Asia is separated into East and West, and Australia/Antarctica are combined), and 4 to form the High Council. This fulfills the Major Arcana of the Tarot deck (22 cards) and the High Council represent the 4 suits (wand, cup, pentacle, sword). There is a second Council made up of 7 members, one from each continent division. They help the High Council and take care of the lesser matters.

Being an international secret organization, the Eye can’t function without other means of assistance. (They steal to right wrongs, not to fill their own pockets) This is where their helpers come into play, those not necessarily magicians but loyal and sympathetic to the ideals of the Eye. They are the Minor Arcana, separated just by the suits. They receive cards like the magicians do, but it’s not necessarily their title (as in, there could be multiple holders of the Knight of Cups on the same continent). To protect the Eye and themselves, these helpers agree to be hypnotized so if questioned by someone not part of the organization, they’re incapable of remembering anything to do with it. (those who are terrible liars are especially grateful) Each suit has a corresponding way in which they assist the Eye.

PentaclesMoney and Medical. Those belonging to this suit are business owners and wealthy individuals who help fund the Eye’s missions through various means, like donations to the charity the Eye uses as a front. (it keeps these members from being guilty of fraud/embezzlement from anyone looking into their finances) For those who are rich enough, they also lend use of their possessions, such as cars, helicopters, surveillance equipment, etc. The other half are doctors, nurses, and other hospital/clinic staff. They keep a lookout for issues the Eye can solve, are on call for medical help, pass on information, give yearly check-ups, and sneak magicians into hospitals/clinics so they are kept off the records.

CupsSafe Houses and Mental Health. Because the Eye has dealings all over the world, these people provide safe places for the magicians to stay. Sometimes it’s during a heist operation but mainly it’s for when magicians are on the run or being hunted by law enforcement. The other half are counselors, psychiatrists, or anyone with a true gift for listening/consoling. Some magicians come from terrible backgrounds or a mission is traumatic. These people provide their service to keep magicians mentally/emotionally healthy. And just like how the magicians are given yearly medical check-ups, they have to attend an annual psychiatric evaluation. (Dylan was required to attend regular sessions to ensure his personal vendetta didn’t push him over the edge. On the anniversary of his father’s death, he was ordered to spend the day with his psychiatrist to keep him from doing anything drastic)

SwordsIntelligence and Consultants. This is what Alma Dray belongs to once Dylan brings her to the Eye. These people hold positions in the intelligence agencies of the world, including military. They keep the Eye updated on matters they’re investigating and look the other way to keep the magicians safe. Were Dylan not a magician, this would be his role. They also divert any investigation into the Eye’s doings to keep them secret. The other half are specialists, lawyers, law enforcement, etc. who are called in to consult with the Eye for missions. They can give the Eye background information relevant to their operations so the magicians don’t fail on account of misinterpreting a cultural custom or triggering an alarm on the latest security gadget. In the off chance a magician does get caught, the lawyers can represent them and keep them out of jail. When relevant, they can even train the magicians, such as a martial artist teaching a magician how to fight.

WandsFood, Living, and Sundry. Because some magicians (like the Horsemen) are unable to live dual lives, the Eye must provide living arrangements for them. This requires more than just money, so this suit of helpers is more of a conglomerate of abilities and services than the other suits. Some people are hotel/complex/apartment/housing owners who provide places for the magicians to live or temporarily stay during an operation. Some people are farmers, grocery owners, restaurant managers, etc. who help feed the magicians. Some people create false identities when needed. Some people simply accompany magicians to various places under the guise of old friends to both divert attention and ensure the magicians don’t go stir-crazy from lack of social interaction. And others are more “ordinary” people who may not hold powerful positions or special skill sets but still wish to help. They’re on-call for miscellaneous jobs, such as filling a public place if needed, being a diversion, etc.

So much about this film I like. The only thing I wasn’t sure about was Alma and Dylan being a thing. Especially from Alma’s side. But even that makes sense in retrospect.

Alma definitely had a sense about Dylan. Re-watching the film, she knows he’s not exactly who he presents himself to be. Of course, we get that sense about people all the time, but here, it’s in a very literal manner as he’s playing a character. She knew, probably on a subconscious level.

Then I was like, this woman likes magic and shit. She’s drawn to it. Dylan might as well be magic and illusion personified. It all makes fucking sense. And of course Dylan is drawn to her because she has an open mind, smart, and everything else that’s perfect. The only time you could see the real Dylan was around her.

There are some films where I don’t give enough credit too. It happens from time to time. I appreciate pretty much every aspect of this film now.

Finally finished now you see me 2 I loved it my only complaint was they didn’t even mention Henley or Alma like I understand they couldn’t be in the film but how hard is it to write where the characters are? In my mind Alma is somewhere protected and she’s still happily with Dylan as for Henley I hope she will eventually come back to the eye and is still with Danny.

Horsemen Cinnamon Rolls
  • looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: lula
  • looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: jack, merritt
  • looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: alma
  • looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you: dylan, henley
  • sinnamon roll: danny

anonymous asked:

What happened with Alma (fbi friend/girlfriend of Dylan)???

Tbh, I really don’t know, let’s remember she’s a french Interpol agent and she knows Dylan’s secret even if it doesn’t matter because now everyone knows. The last thing we saw about her was when she was talking with Dylan in that bridge and decides not to turn him in. Maybe in the third movie they reveal she’s a member of the eye or returns to catch Dylan lol.