j rhodes

You all think 2017 will be better than 2016?

• last Throne of glass book

• last A court of thorns and roses book

• last Falling kingdom book

• last The Illuminae files book

Originally posted by mrsfefeninja

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I hummed quietly as I made my way down the street, my combat boots making a satisfying noise against the pavement. A tarot card sat in my back pocket, somehow mocking me with every step I took towards the mysterious address. I was doubting that this was real. My mind was mocking me, telling me it was just a joke, that I wasn’t good enough to be successful as a magician. These are the times when I miss Danny the most. When my insecurities are at the forefront of my mind, when I can’t seem to grip onto reality hard enough. He was always there for me. We’d grown up together, been best friends throughout every up and down our lives had to offer. I remembered that he used to zip up my jacket when I couldn’t, and had walked with me back towards our homes after a day at the fair. We’d always been so close, practically attached at the hip. But when we’d gone to college? Things changed. We grew apart, spent less time together, hardly ever conversed. Then we stopped talking altogether. I haven’t heard from him or seen him since. Honestly I missed having him in my life, especially now when it seemed as though my world was crumbling around me. My parents had died, I’d lost my job, I couldn’t pay the rent, so I had to bunk with an old college buddy I’d kept in touch with. Becoming a street magician had helped me regain my footing, but times were hard, and I wished I had the person that knew me best. I sighed as I looked up at the apartment building, pulling the tarot card from my pocket and rechecking that I was at the right address.
“Excuse me, are you going in?” I looked behind me to see a young man, younger than myself, sorting a leather jacket and a gentlemanly smile.
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry.” I began to move up the stairs, the man soon in step beside me.
“Did you get one of these too?” He asked, holding up his own card. I nodded.
“Jack Wilder.” He stopped, holding out his hand. I took it with a slight smile of my own.
“Y/N Y/L/N” We continued to walk together, but I soon stopped as we heard other voices ahead. Jack however, wasn’t deterred by them and continued on.
“No way. J Daniel Atlas?!” I stopped at Jacks shocked voice, gulping as I stood frozen to my spot. It took me a moment, but I soon found myself stepping into view of four other people.
“Danny?” I breathed, watching as the man in question turned to face me, his eyes blowing wide.
“Y/N” I smiled wide as I walked towards him, throwing my arms around his waist. He didn’t hesitate to hug back, holding my smaller frame close to his as his lips hit my head. I knew then that everything was going to be alright. With him next to me again, nothing bad could happen.

Come in close… Closer… 

Because the more you think you see… The easier it’ll be to fool you… 

Because, what is seeing?…. You’re looking but what you’re really doing is filtering, interpreting, searching for meaning…

My job?… To take that most precious of gifts you give… Your attention…

And use it against you….

  • <p> <b>Me:</b> haha I like ALL the characters in Now You See Me equally!!!<p/><b>Me:</b> *specifically reblogs Jack Wilder text posts, images, imagines, headcanons, photosets, gifs,*<p/><b>Me:</b> ...equally! yeah!!<p/></p>
Jack of Hearts (Chapter 1)

Fandom: Now You See Me

Imagine/Prompt/Chapter: Imagine meeting the Horsemen and liking Jack.

Warning: None

Word Count: 1670

(This is pretty lame, but I just had to get something out as chapter one. I have more ideas based off of this, so stay tuned! Its only chapter one!)

Ever since Jack Wilder faked his death and the other three Horsemen vanished into thin air, the four had laid low. Henely actually left the group, saying that she was going stir crazy living in hiding like they were. So, she moved to some remote country and restarted her life. After that, Dylan wanted to search for someone to replace her. Daniel insisted that they didn’t need anyone, that the group was fine how it was, but Dylan fought back and said that the group had to be complete.  And the only way to do that was to find a fourth Horseman.


The faux FBI agent, Dan, and Merritt spread out across the country in search of their next big thing. Merritt found you at a show in New York City. You had taken one of the stages with a death defying escape act that left even him impressed. He found you backstage and asked if you wanted to join a magician group called The Horsemen. You had given him a confused look and said you had no idea who the Horsemen were. This kind of ticked Merritt off, so he put you to sleep and took you off to the apartment.


“Merritt, what were you thinking?!” Dylan angrily snapped when Merritt got back to the apartment and Skyped the other two. “You kidnapped an escape artist! You’re an idiot! If she finds out about Jack, she could get out and expose us!”


“I know that you’re worried about that, but once she knows who we are, I’m sure that she will stick around. And I know your underlying problem with this. She’s an escape artist and your dad couldn’t escape his last trick. It hits a bad nerve in you. But dude, that was years ago. Let loose. We’ll be here once you’re home.” Merritt clicked the call closed and woke you up from your deep sleep on the couch. “Alright. How do you not know us kid? Everyone knows us.”


“The Horsemen?” You asked with a small chuckle. “I know all about you guys. I’ve studied your tricks. I just wanted to see what you would do if I said I didn’t. Looks like I got a free ride and an invite into the group.” You flashed him a bright smile and stood up to stretch.


“Hey hey hey, there is no official invitation until everyone else is here. Dylan is the leader of us all, Dan Atlas is after that. And neither of them are here. So just slow yourself down Fancy Pants.”


“Hey Merritt, when are-” You turned around, and there stood Jack Wilder. Oh wow….. He was even hotter in person.“Who’s this?”


“Y/N. Soon to be fourth Horseman.” You smiled and shook his hand. He smiled and shook your hand. “Nice to finally meet you. I’ve been wanting to meet you since the accident.”


“Wait, how did you know I made it out of the accident?” Jack asked, giving Merritt a ‘what the crap dude who is this?’ look. “I mean, before just now obviously.”


“I’m an escape artist. It wasn’t hard to figure out that you didn’t die.”


“Escape artist? I wouldn’t mind testing those skills.”


“Calm yourself down Jack of Hearts. I just got here. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get a good look around this place.” You flounced off, leaving both the boys just standing there and watching you move about the apartment. It was nice. Two bedrooms, bath and a half, living room, nice kitchen. Hmmmm…. Staying with them might get interesting, but you could make it work. If nothing else, the couch was pretty comfortable. You could handle that. And, not to stereotype the guys, but you doubted their cooking abilities. You could make your way around the kitchen pretty well. You’d all eat well with you around. It was a cozy place. Definitely somewhere you could get used to living. It could be a lot of fun.


You wandered back into the living room where the two guys still were. Merritt was leaning against the back of the couch while Jack was screwing with a deck of cards in one of the armchairs. He riffled through the cards, then one send one up in the air, only to catch it and stick it back in. Merritt was on the phone with someone. His conversation was hushed with whoever was on the other end. Probably Dylan. Or Atlas. The time read 5:17. Food. Food was a good idea.


“Anyone want to eat?” You asked, your words more directed at the master of cards than the hypnotist. He was still preoccupied by the phone call.


“Yeah actually. Take out Chinese sounds awesome right now.” Jack smiled. “Kung pao chicken and white rice.”


“Um, you’ve got this all wrong. You’re ordering. I’ll go pick up. You can’t be seen in public and I’m not going to do everything around here. Boneless spare ribs and fried rice.” You winked at him and went to investigate the drink situation in the kitchen. What you didn’t see behind you was the interaction behind you. Merritt looked over at Jack, and a wild smile turning up the card slinger’s lips. He pulled his phone out from his pocket and dialed take out by memory.


“Dyl and Atlas be home in time to eat?” Merritt nodded. Jack put the phone to his ear and placed their typical order, but with your order added this time.


You went out the door once he hung up and ventured down the streets to collect dinner. New York was a beautiful city. Why in the world famous magicians trying to lay low lived in one of the nation’s biggest cities, you had no idea. But it worked, so you weren’t going to question it. You had only made one wrong turn on the way to the right Chinese restaurant, which was quite an accomplishment. The order was ready when you got there, being handed off to you when you handed that college aged boy behind the counter the money. It took you a shorter time to get to the apartment this time. No turns were missed so it was easy.


The living room was fuller when you walked in. A lanky, long haired man was sprawled across the couch and a man with curly hair and a very obvious pacing problem occupied the room. J. Daniel Atlas and Dylan Rhodes. Daniel was spinning coins in his fingers when you walked in.


“New girl went out and got dinner? I like her already.” You set the bag down on the coffee table and watched as they all dug through like they hadn’t eaten in days. Ugh, men. You rolled your eyes, sat on the couch beside Jack, and just waited for them all to finish. But, Jack took you container out and handed it over to you. You smiled and thanked him, then grabbed a fork and dug in. Oh man……. It was the best Chinese take out you had ever had. Sooooooo good…..


“Merritt says you’re an escape artist.” Dylan said, leaning against the arm of the couch. Would you mind getting in a straight jacket? After you eat of course.”


“I don’t mind at all. But yes, food first.”


You and the other Horsemen chatted like normal people, about normal things. The guys got to know you, and you got to know them. Favorite things, like movies, books, foods, and music. At some point, Jack scooted closer to you so Dylan could sit. Was it necessary for their legs to be touching? No. But, was it still nice? Oh yeah. A noodle ended up being thrown at Daniel, who in turn pelted Merritt in the face with a (sauceless) piece of sweet and sour chicken. Things escalated from there. Everyone was covered in various Chinese take out foods in a matter of no time. Nothing like professional magicians and an FBI agent pelting food at one another.


By the end of it, you had rice sticking in your hair and splotches of beef and broccoli sauce all over your shirt. It had been fun though. Merritt and Atlas started cleaning things up while you and Jack threw away empty containers. Dylan disappeared off to who knows- oh there he is! With something white in his hands…. He holds it out to you and you realize what it is. A straight jacket.


“Do you really just keep these hanging up on coat racks?” You teased just a little, but stood up and slid your arms in. “Jack? Want to give me a hand.’


“Uh, yeah sure.” He agreed with a smile. The straps were all fastened tightly, leaving you standing there basically hugging yourself.


“You have two minutes. Starting….. now.” Dylan hit the 'start’ button on his timer on his phone and watched you struggle to get out. Straight jackets were nothing. Honestly, it felt more like an insult to your abilities than anything. You were capable of a lot more. But, it was understandable that there was only so much you could do in this little apartment. The jacket was off in 1 minute and 17 seconds. Plenty of time to spare.


“Now, since I’ve proved that a few straps can’t hold me back, do yourself a favor and look up my real stuff on YouTube. I’ll be in the shower.” Not giving him a chance to argue, you turned on your heels and went to the bathroom to shower off. Dylan did just that while you showered, watching videos while Jack helped the other two clean up. He kept sneaking glances to the bathroom door, his mind not leaving you. There was a certain kind of spunk you had that he really liked. The others noticed, but didn’t say anything. And they wouldn’t until they were sure that you both had feelings for each other.

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

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“Danny. Danny. Danny. Danny. Danny. Danny. Danny.”
“Yes Y/N.” I watched as he shuffled his cards again, practicing the easy card tricks he’d perfected long ago.
“Show me a new one.” He smiled, moving down to pat the seat next to him on the couch.
“Sure thing kiddo. Come'er”

Tails Mine, Heads Yours (Jack Wilder)

“Imagine…”: Meeting Jack while playing “tails left, heads right”.

You walked aimlessly through the streets of New York. Your destination was not very specific as you were playing the “tails left, heads right” game with yourself. After turning a corner, you flipped the coin. Left you turned. You flipped again. Right this time. After a few more flips, you were walking through Central Park.

“One last flip,” you muttered to yourself as your eyes darted between the Nature Observatory and Shakespeare Garden. You flung the quarter high in the air, watching it with anticipation as it flipped over itself again and again.

Just when the quarter began its descend downward, a hand flung out above your face, grabbing the shiny object out of the air.

“Hey!” you yelled, your head snapping into its proper position. Your eyes locked on a pair of dark chocolate brown eyes. The man standing in front of you had a boyish face, and an even more boyish grin plastered across is, showing you a set of perfect white teeth.

“You play that game, too?” the man asked, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he rolled the coin between his fingers expertly.

“Tails left, heads right?” you questioned, the smirk on his face making your own lips for a side smile.

He nodded. “I prefer tails right, heads left but same concept,” he chuckled, meeting your eyes. He held out his hand. “I’m Jack.”

You studied him for a moment, taking in the all black outfit he wore, complete with a black leather jacket. You wondered how someone could wear such an outfit in the unusually warm New York weather. Snapping yourself out of your study, you extended your hand. “(Y/N).”

His fingers latched around your hand, slightly pulling you closer to him. You felt the hard material of the quarter in his palm, taking it with you as you extracted your hand from his group.

Jack smiled at you lightly. “Is that your lucky quarter or something?” he joked, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and shoving the other into a back pocket.

You bit your bottom lip as you tried to hide your smile. “It is now,” you spoke, the words rolling off your tongue with more confidence than you ever remembered speaking.

You bit the inside of your cheek nervously as Jack looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. “I love a girl who isn’t afraid to speak her mind,” he laughed.

Jack’s laugh made you laugh, the action relaxing your body. “So, which did you get?” you asked him, holding up your quarter.

Jack shrugged, his hands extending in a “Who knows?” motion. “I didn’t get a chance to toss it. I saw you and just had to stop your choice, just in case you were extremely religious about finishing your game.”

Again, you laughed. You could not remember the last time you felt your chest heave so much with laughter. “I can’t decide if I want to slap you for being such a flirt or let you drag me along with you on your journey.”

Now, Jack laughed at your joke. “I’m hoping it’s neither and you let me take you somewhere.”

“Like a date?” you blurted, possibly too quickly.

“If you want to call it that,” he blushed, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck.

You looked down at your feet as one absentmindedly drew invisible circles in the grass, the green blades bouncing back up with each passing. The quarter rolled between your fingers, your mind thinking about how long you should wait to give him an answer.

You looked back up at Jack whose own head was tilted downward as he played with a quarter of his own. He was biting his own lip, his nerves showing.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you said, Jack’s head shooting up to look at you. His eyes widened in anticipation for what you may say. “Tails yes, heads no.”

Jack smirked. “How about tails my apartment for takeout of your choice, and heads your apartment for takeout of your choice?”

You smiled, this game become your favorite already. “My choice of food either way? I’m game!” you exclaimed, your quarter soaring into the air just as a light breeze blew across your face.

This time, Jack let you catch it. You flipped it onto the back of your hand, showing it to Jack.

“So, what would you like for your first meal at the House of Jack?” Jack smiled, rubbing his hands together.

You smiled at him, grateful to not be going to your tornado-torn apartment. “I love pizza,” you told him.

“Wow, you already know the key to my heart,” he winked, taking your hand in his as the two of you begun walking.

“Oh, I know the way to more than just a man’s heart,” you winked back, but quickly threw a hand over your mouth and mentally cursing yourself for saying something so utterly stupid.

Even so, Jack laughed. “Not that I don’t want to, but I’m hoping to keep you around much, much longer than one night.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. It was as though it had grown wings like a butterfly, flapping those wings furiously to escape and land in Jack’s rough hands.

“What?” Jack asked you. “Did I say something weirder than you?”

You shook your head, a blush creeping up from the base of your neck. “No, of course not! Your weirdness doesn’t beat mine.”

“Stick around. You’ll see some pretty weird things!” Jack said, kicking a rock off to the side of the grass when you reached the pavement.

You giggled, enjoying the feeling of another’s company. It had been months since you held a conversation with someone for longer than five minutes, and you planned on savoring every second. “So, Jack.”

“So, (Y/N),” he echoed, flashing a grin at you.

“Tell me something you love.”

He took a quick glance at you, scratching the back of his head. “Magic,” he threw out.

You gasped, coming to a quick halt. “Me too!”

“Oh, this is going to be the beginning to something great!” Jack smiled, wrapping his arms around you in a strong hug that you never wanted to leave.