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HI i am absolutely in love with jack wilder from nysm, and i'd like to request for something like he has a wife nobody knows about because he got married to his high school sweetheart right after graduation... then theyre like meeting up secretly backstage while the rest are up performing then one day the horsemen catch her being at their hiding place like the basic stuff like he gets woken up by merritt and shes in the bed too ygwim? thanks!!!!!

a/n: Hi! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to your request! I have had some horrible writers block and my full time job made it hard to write. Anyeays, I hope you enjoy it and I hope your excited for the 3rd movie to come out <33

wc: 1484

pairing: Jack Wilder x Fem!Reader

“Will you marry me?” Your eyes lit up and an uncontrollable smile spread across your face. You nodded frantically before his hands gently pushed the ring onto your finger.

That was 4 years ago now. You had been happily married for 3 years and you couldn’t have imagined your life any other way. You walked through you and your husbands flat in the early morning, letting your finger swipe across the spines of your books. You sat down by the window and opened your laptop, seeing another news headline about the curious magicians that had taken the world by storm. You smiled at the photo attached before you heard the door unlock. You sat up, closing your laptop as your husband walked in. “Hi baby.” You smiled at the man standing in his leather jacket. “Hey hun, wanted to come say hi before the big show. It’s gonna be in New Orleans tonight so the flight should be leaving soon. Asking one more time if there’s any way for me to convince you to come with?” You smiled, stepping closer to Jack and wrapping your arms around his neck letting them trace his hair and neck before resting on his chest. His hands found their usual place on your hips as he leaned in to give you a small kiss. “Baby I have work and school, I’m almost finished though so I’ll be free when you get back, I promise.” You smiled at him as his face fell in slight disappointment. “I know I know, I just wish you could come. I was looking at flights all night. They’re honestly not too pricey if you had changed your mind. Maybe you can do your work there!” You smiled, caressing his cheek before laying a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ll think about it.” He nodded. “I’ll send you the details.” You nodded before hugging him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. He held onto you tightly before picking you up. You exclaimed a small yelp before giggling and wrapping your legs around his waist. “God I love you so much it’s unbearable that you aren’t always with me.” You smiled, giggling and running your hands through his hair, scratching gently at the back of his head. He leaned into your touch, enjoying the sensation. “I love you too hun, and trust me I wish I could be there too.” “Then come, please please please? I can find somewhere to meet you before and after the show!” You sighed, weighing your responsibilities here in New York before meeting your husband's gorgeous coffee bean eyes. “Ok ok, I see if Michelle can cover a few shifts. I’ll bring my laptop too so I can do schoolwork.” Jack beamed with victory before bringing you over to the couch and setting you down. He climbed over you, peppering kisses all over your face and down your neck, his hand resting at the edge of your shirt. His slender fingers grazed underneath the shirt, softly resting on your stomach. “I love you so much.” He whispered between kisses. You smiled, your hands scratching at the back of his head before pulling it to your face and connecting your lips with his. He kissed you gently before feeling his phone ring in his back pocket. He sighed and hung his head in defeat, resting it on your chest for a moment. He slowly got up and picked up the phone. On the other end you could hear Atlas asking him where he was. “Yeah yeah, I’m on my way. Had to go take care of something first.” He winked at you before grabbing a bag by the door. “Chill out dude I’ll be there in 5.” You giggled before your own phone buzzed, Jack had sent you the flight details and the details of his hotel room. You sat up and called Michelle, your coworker that always had your back. No one at your job knew of your husband; they just knew you were married and very in love. She agreed to take your shifts and you began to pack, booking your flight beforehand.

The flight was boring, you did work for school the whole way and attended to a few emails as well. Eventually you found yourself in New Orleans, deboarding the plane with your bag and making your way to a cab that brought you to the Savoy. Jack had told you to meet him by the back entrance so he could see you before the show. You made your way around the beautiful building where you saw Jack, standing by a door marked CREW. His eyes lit up the second he saw you and he immediately brought you into a big hug. “Are you nervous for the show?” He shook his head. “Nope, it’s all planned to perfection.” You smiled and nodded, kissing his cheek. “I’ll be at the hotel waiting then.” With that you said your goodbyes and made your way to the hotel.

You took a nap before working on some more homework, ordering some chinese food to be delivered to your room. After a few hours you heard the door unlock and Jack walked through with a big grin. He seemed slightly out of breath but quickly settled in the bed next to you. He pulled you over to him as he laid on the pillow. Your heart softened seeing him so tired. He was like a little puppy dog, tired from running around and playing all day. You gently petted his head before laying down with him and drifting off to sleep, held by Jack and listening to his soft breathing.

You woke up to three voices, slowly opening your eyes to see a man in a hat, a smile across his whole face. Jack was still beside you but behind him you saw another man with shaggy hair and an annoyed look on his face. From around the corner you heard a woman, Henley walked out from the corner and smiled at you. “All I’m saying is he should’ve told us. He knows we are flying out early today.” Atlas grumbled. Merritt rolled his eyes before looking back at you. “Sorry about him hun, he’s always got something up his ass.” Atlas let out a dry fake laugh. “Haha very funny.”He then nudged Jack. “Come on Wilder, time to wake up.” Jack stretched and his eyes fluttered open, he smiled at you before seeing Merritt and sitting straight up. “Woohoo, good morning Mr. Loverboy. Whose this??” Merritt teased. Henley still stood smiling, leaning against the wall. “Oh give him a break Merritt.” Jack cleared his throat and looked at you before smiling that cute guilty smile of his. “Uh morning guys..” You looked between the three magicians before glancing at Jack. “Ok, guess I’ll introduce myself.” You shook Merritt's hand and saw as his eyes fixed on your wedding band. “You must be Jack’s wife.” He smiled, you nodded. Jack looked at Atlas with apology written all over his face before getting out of the bed. “Uh, yeah. This is Y/N, my high school sweetheart.” Henley made her way to you and shook your hand. “It’s so nice to meet you. We were wondering who or what Jack kept sneaking off to.” You smiled before also getting out of the bed. Atlas gave you a wave before looking at Jack again. “We need to go, we have to get to the plane. You can see her back in New York.” Merritt’s eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. “Oh no, she’s definitely gotta come with us. It’d be so rude not to have her with us knowing she’s Jack’s special someone!” Henley nodded. “We can help you both pack up and we’ll head to the plane together.” Jacksmiled at Henley and Merritt before looking at you. “Let’s get packed then.” The few minutes it took for you and Jack to pack up you could see Atlas angrily grumbling in the corner.

Before long all 5 of you were headed off to the plane and you all took your seats. The flight was spent with everyone asking you all the questions they could think of about you and Jack. You were sitting next to him, holding his hand and letting his head rest on your shoulder. It was a relief that the horsemen knew now. You knew you wouldn’t be in on the shows or their higher plan but it was nice knowing Jack didn’t have to lie anymore. You glanced at Jack, who had fallen back to sleep and smiled, looking at the other horsemen and their fun dynamics. It was reassuring that everyone was so chill about y’alls marriage, even Atlas began warming up to you. You settled with Jack, resting your head on his and closing your eyes, knowing you could always be happy with your husband.

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bobawitch · 1 year ago

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Highschool Battlefield | C.S

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem reader <3

cw: none!

wc: 2,379

a/n: OMG YALL IM SO SORRY! i did not mean to disappear off the face of the earth thats so my bad. life got crazy and my writers block was unrelenting. but heres the first chapter in a chris fic that ive been working on off and on. hope yall enjoy ;P

Chapter One:

You always had a distaste for “normal” highschool activities like pep rallies and homecoming afterparties. Which landed the question of why were you here? At the homecoming pep rally for your highschool. Well that was easy, your best friend Allison had dragged you. She had begged you for the last week and a half to come and eventually you gave in. Now Allison was the literal opposite of you, popular, bubbly. She was the girl everyone loved, and you were her best friend that no one understood. Most of the school just knew you as Allie’s friend, it wasn’t uncommon for people to not even know your name. She had it all, the style, the boyfriend, the grades, she was head of student council as well as head cheerleader. Honestly sometimes you wondered why she was your best friend, you were nothing like her. You were the outcast art kid that could have amazing grades if they cared, but you didn’t. Honestly if you hadn’t met Allie in 2nd grade you doubt y’all would’ve become friends. So now you sat on the top of the bleachers watching Allie lead the cheerleaders in their big routine, the football boys sitting on the front of the bleachers as the rest of the school screamed and cheered. Even though the homecoming pep rally was mainly for the football team the other sports teams were encouraged to wear their jerseys. Among the jocks you saw Chris, anybody that was anybody knew who Chris Sturniolo was. Potentially the most popular lacrosse player in the whole school, and way out of your social group. Though his older triplet brother Nick was a good friend of Allie’s so sometimes you’d cross paths. Your eyes drifted from his messy curls over to Allie and her beaming smile. You grinned to yourself, looking down at the sketchbook in your lap. A small sigh escaped your lips as your thumb pushed the volume button on your phone. Djo blared in your ears and you closed your eyes, laying your head back against the wall.

As you drifted into your own imaginary world you felt someone tap your shoulder and your eyes shot open. You were met with Allie’s big blue eyes and toothy white smile. You nodded at her as she sat next to you. “Hey.” You mumbled, tugging your earbuds out of your ear by their chord. You grabbed the pencil out of the ring of your sketchbook, opening it to the page of doodles of people in the auditorium. “I’m so glad you came Y/N!” Allie nearly yelled into your ear. You smiled over at her. “You’re my best friend, of course I came!” You shouted back. She grinned, leaning her head on your shoulder as her boyfriend came up to her. Jackson, Allie’s boyfriend, head of the football team. They were textbook prom queen and king. You gave a half smile at Jackson as he nodded to you, pulling Allie back to her feet. “Hey babe, the sports teams are going to get some pizza, wanna come?” Allie nodded before looking back at you. “Yep! And you’re coming with Y/N.” You looked up, your eyes fluttering in a confused look. “Uh, no thanks I’m good.” Allie shook her head and grabbed your arm, tugging you to your feets and causing your pencil to drop next to your docs. You sighed, Allie got like this sometimes, where she’d decide it was her turn to pick what we did. You slowly bent to grab your pencil and stuff it along with your sketchbook, back into your bag. You then adjusted the ratty flannel that clung to your arms as Allie let Jackson lead her away, following closely behind. You loved Allie but whenever she tried to force you into going places with Jackson and her cheerleader friends you felt a bit out of place. It was overall uncomfortable for you and usually no one would talk to you.

Soon enough the 3 of you arrived at a pizza place by your school and you stepped out of the car. A singular earbud securely tucked into your ear as Allie and Jackson pranced into the place, arm and arm. You crossed your arms as you walked in afterwards, finding a seat at the end of the table where some of the hockey and lacrosse players sat. You pulled out your sketchbook and began drawing again, peering into the back where a tall boy with black hair flipped some pizza dough. You quickly began a sketch of the boy, it was a hobby of yours to just sketch the people around you. It was so common that you had almost managed to draw everyone in your small high school. “That’s really good.” You jumped slightly from the sudden voice, looking up and being met with bright blue eyes. You stared at none other than Chris Sturniolo who met your gaze before looking behind him to see the boy you were drawing. “You’re really good at drawing.” He spoke again. “Oh uh, thanks. It’s just a hobby.” You shrugged, suddenly feeling the need to put your sketchbook away. He watched as you slid your sketchbook closed, setting down your pencil. “You’re Allie’s friend right?” He kept eye contact with you as you looked at the rest of the table. All of his teammates were chatting and laughing and yet here he was looking at you. “Uh, yeah.” You finally answered his question, looking at Allie who was talking to Chris’s other brother, Matt. Matt was on the hockey team with the triplet’s friend Nate, though you could still feel Chris’s eyes boring into the side of your face. “Does Allie’s friend have a name?” He spoke once more, causing you to turn. “Oh, sorry. Yeah hi, I’m Y/N.” You quickly muttered out. You weren’t good with socializing and you couldn’t quite wrap your head around why Chris Sturniolo of all people was talking to you. “I’m Chris. Nice to meet you Y/N.” You smiled lightly before looking down again, staring at the cover of your sketchbook. “Oh Y/N you met Chris?” Allie was suddenly sitting shoulder to shoulder with you, smiling with joy. “Uh, yeah.” She smiled and leaned closer to Chris. “You’ll have to excuse her, she’s not very social.” She said, nudging you playfully. You rolled your eyes before nudging her back, a smile tugging at your lips. “I am too, I just wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to me here.” You rebutted, looking at Chris again. His lips were tugged into a playful smirk. You rubbed your nose, your rings gently clicking against your septum piercing. You looked back towards where the pizza boy was, he had since left causing a sigh to escape your lips. “Did your muse disappear?” Chris teased from across you. You rolled your eyes. “Not my muse, I just like drawing candids.” “Then draw me.” You scrunched your nose, furrowing your eyebrows as you studied the boy’s face. “Uh no.” You shook your head, slowly opening your sketchbook and swiping past the drawings of the pep rally. “Why not?” You could’ve been imagining it but you almost thought you heard genuine hurt in the boy’s voice. “Because.” You tried to search for a reason but honestly you didn’t know why you wouldn’t draw him. “Because why?” He leaned closer, his tone a teasing and playful one. You sighed and flipped to an open page. “I don’t draw people when they are posing for it.” It wasn’t your best argument but it would work. “First time for everything right?” You sighed, examining the blue-eyed boy that sat in front of you. You chewed on your inner cheek before giving in. “Ok fine. Just act like I’m not drawing you please.”

Chris’s grin was impossible to hide as he bounced up and down in his chair. He cleared his throat before looking directly at you, apparently this was how he wanted you to draw. You shook your head, yet another sigh escaping your lips. “No, just start talking to your teammates and I’ll draw you. I don’t want to draw you staring at me.” He furrowed his brows, obviously confused as to why you cared so much but obliging anyway.

You stared at Chris’s features as your pencil danced along your sketchbook paper. You hated to admit it but Chris was actually pretty fun to draw. His hair swooped it a way that you enjoyed replicating. After about 20 minutes you had filled an entire page of your sketchbook with quickly drawn poses of Chris. You cleared your throat to catch his attention, him immediately stopping his conversation with his teammate and looking at you. He smirked when he noticed the clutch you had on your sketchbook. You slowly slid your sketchbook over to Chris before sliding your hand back. For some reason watching him inspect your drawings of him made you anxious, your heart beating out of your chest as you waited for some kind of reaction from the boy. He stared intently at the page before his hand gripped the edge of it. With a long ripping noise he pulled the page of drawings out of your sketchbook. You watched with an agape mouth as he folded it up and placed it securely in his pocket. “Thanks pretty girl.” He winked at you before turning to his teammate and beginning to speak again. You were absolutely stunned, staring blankly at the insanely popular boy. “Uh… yeah. Don’t mention it.” You looked over to your phone that lit up and frowned, taking your sketchbook and stuffing it in your bag. You stood, leaning over to Allie. “Dad called, I gotta get home. See you tomorrow.” Before you left the pizza place.

You gazed into your friend’s mirror, glaring daggers at your own reflection. Once again you found yourself questioning what you did to get into this predicament. You were in a black denim mini skirt with a black lace tank top hugging your curves, complimented by your signature fishnets and platform doc marten boots. You looked over to Allie’s bed where your green denim jacket laid. Quickly you grabbed it, snaking it around your arms before pulling it around your waist, hiding your torso from yourself. You hated when Allie made you dress up for things and today was no exception. Somehow you had talked Allie out of making you wear a big dress to homecoming but when you attempted to talk her out of making you go you were less successful. So you sighed and put on your least tomboy outfit before heading to Allie’s. She also insisted on doing your hair and makeup. You had sat as still as possible as the girl did a “clean girl” look on you. You quickly fixed it by adding some dark eyeliner and a little bit of liner on your waterline, darkening your eyes. Seemingly content with your look and her own, Allie dragged you to your truck. You had agreed to drive her so she could get wasted even if it meant you had to be at a high school dance completely sober. Not only that but Allie had already signed you up for going to at least one homecoming after party.

Within no time you had gotten Allie to the school, helping her tipsy self out of your passenger seat before walking her over to Jackson. Jackson smiled at her and she quickly tackled him, smashing her lips against his. You cringed and looked away, making a fake gag face. You hated PDA, maybe just because you had never experienced it with someone, maybe because watching people swap saliva was gross. Who knows. After the two broke apart Jackson led Allie off towards the opening of the dance, looking back at you and nodding for you to follow. You looked down at your beat up boots before sighing and slowly dragging your feet to the front. Alison walked in with Jackson without a second glance at you, just expecting you to blindly follow her into your own personal hell. The overwhelming urge to cover your ears hit you like a ton of bricks, followed quickly by the smell of teenage sweat. You sighed walking over to a table that Allie had thrown her bag on. You sat down and pulled out your pocket sketchbook, grabbing your pencil from the messy bun you had thrown your hair into. You were granted a few fleeting moments of peace before you felt a tap on your shoulder. Upon swinging your head around you were met with a newly familiar pair of eyes. You felt your heart leap through your throat as you stared at the Sturniolo boy. “Hey pretty girl. Wasn’t expecting you to be at one of these, doesn’t seem like your thing.” He spoke in his usual charismatic way though he was forced to a near shout by the loud music. Chris held eye contact with you as he sat in the plastic chair next to you. “It’s not my thing, Allie made me come.” You replied to him in a shout, looking over to where Allie danced with her boyfriend. You sighed before looking back to Chris, a smirk still on his face. “Oh and stop calling me pretty girl. I have a name.” Chris chuckled, causing you to wonder if what you had said was funny. Chris opened his mouth to say something but before he spoke you felt a weight collapse on your shoulders. Your nose was immediately filled with the rosey perfume you knew Allie wore to events. Your hands moved up to hold her arms that had wrapped around you. “Hey Allie.” You said, Allie’s drunken giggling in your ears. She looked up and smiled at Chris. “Hii Chrissy!! I’m so glad you met Y/N, she’s so funnn.” You looked at Chris who was softly admiring you. Eyes darted away as your cheeks grew warmer. You stood, one hand still holding onto Allie’s arms and the other catching your sketchbook. “Come on Allie let’s go dance.” Allie smiled and moved her arms, grabbing your hand instead. You set down your sketchbook and gave a glance to Chris before walking off to the dance floor.

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