(a/n: this imagine is pretty long so I used a ‘keep reading’ link. Please click it and continue to read :) Also, this is a Now You See Me 2 imagine. I hope all of you enjoy it! xx)
Oh, the things Jack Wilder did to you.
You were on a kinda-sorta date with him at a nice restaurant. The ‘date’ had been set up by Merritt as a way for the two of you to keep an eye on Walter.
“No sign of him,” Jack said discreetly into his concealed earpiece. He listened to the response before looking up at you. “Atlas is on the other side of town,” he explained with a grimace. “We’re stuck here until we get eyes on Walter.”
You sigh, twirling the pasta on your plate around a silver fork as you try to keep yourself from staring at Jack’s perfect face. The food on both your plates was uneaten.
“Atlas is tracking him at the moment,” Jack continues. “Dylan thinks that Walter will come to that shop.” Jack pauses and points out the window at the small shop across the street with his clean knife. “We have to see what he comes out with.”
“Ok, watch the cards carefully and pick one. Don’t tell me, just keep it in you head.”
Daniel shuffles the cards in his hands, flashing the faces at you quickly. You manage to spot one though, the seven of hearts.
“Got one?” Daniel asks, and you nod. Awkwardly, he shuffles the cards one more time, almost dropping them in the process. He slides one out from the middle and shows it to you. “Is it the two of spades?”
You shake your head no, surprised. Daniel had always been good at magic and this was one of his signature moves. He never messed it up.
Daniel tries again, this time drawing a four of clubs. You shake your head again, prompting Daniel to pick a new card. Finally, he shoves the cards out of sight. “What was it?” he asks, dejected.
“The seven of hearts,” you reply as you start walking alongside Daniel. “What went wrong?”
“I was just nervous,” he admits.
“Nervous?” you ask. “Daniel, that’s always been your favorite trick.”
He just shakes his head.
“What were you nervous about?” you try, and Daniel stops suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk.
“Well,” he starts, and pauses almost immediately. “I was going to ask you out.”
“On a date?”
“Yeah, well I mean whatever.”
“Oh Daniel! I’d love to go on a date with you,” you exclaim. His face breaks out into a grin and he wraps you up in his arms.
He lets go of you suddenly, smiling as he pulls his deck of cards out again. “Try again?”
You grin and go along with it, this time spotting a two of hearts.
Imagine/Prompt/Chapter: Imagine meeting the Horsemen and liking Jack.
(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!)
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.
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.
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!”
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.”
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
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.”
Merritt, when are-” You turned around, and there stood Jack Wilder.
Oh wow….. He was even hotter in person.“Who’s this?”
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.”
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.”
an escape artist. It wasn’t hard to figure out that you didn’t die.”
artist? I wouldn’t mind testing those skills.”
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.
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.
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.
actually. Take out Chinese sounds awesome right now.” Jack smiled.
“Kung pao chicken and white rice.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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…..
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.”
don’t mind at all. But yes, food first.”
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.
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.
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.’
yeah sure.” He agreed with a smile. The straps were all fastened
tightly, leaving you standing there basically hugging yourself.
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.
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.