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fichtner-fics · 2 years

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Rebuild the Ruins (Alex Mahone)

Warnings: shouting, mention of bloody scratch on wrist, first kiss, spoilers from Prison Break God knows which episode (as usual)

A/N: yes I do have a thing for calming raging agents, what’s new in that

I was quietly typing on my computer, when suddenly I heard a crash from the office next door. I happened to be working alongside Alex Mahone, who was investigating the Burrows-Scofield case, at that moment as well, as we could hear. The case started about six months ago, and since then there has been a noticeable increase in tension in the office and in our relationship.

I wouldn't say that we were together with the agent and we didn't even have a date, but we communicated our feelings to each other through kind glances and little touches. We discussed without words that we didn't want to jump right into the middle. I loved him and he made me feel interested in me. I especially enjoyed that he showed his tender side only to me, occasionally, little by little.

Next, a harsh male voice shouted a clearly audible yell of "everybody out", then a door slammed with untold force. I was sure that the next district could hear Alex kicking everyone out. I tensed my muscles ready to go, but I forced myself to remain calm. I gave him a few minutes alone, while I finished the spreadsheet I was working on, and only then stood up.

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you" my colleague said to me when I had my hand on the door handle of the officer's door. "He's an asshole" she snarled, shaking her head. I sighed regretfully and slowly entered the room anyway.

Mahone was sitting at the small table under his window and shook his head in fright as he heard me approaching. He looked me over, then turned back to the window he had been staring out of without any reaction.

I looked around his (otherwise tastefully decorated) office and saw destruction. The posters that had been hanging on the wall were torn down, and pieces of paper lay crumpled and torn on the floor. Even the fax machine had fallen over, and if my senses hadn't been deceiving me, the whole thing must have been triggered by a message he got from there. I had never seen him in such a mood before, or rather, I had never seen any of his moods leave such a mark on his surroundings.

I slowly picked up the scraps and larger pieces to carefully (they were full of pins) toss them in the trash. Mahone was silent, not saying a word that maybe I shouldn't be doing what I was doing.

When I was done, I sat down across from him. He was staring at his two hands, and it was only then that I noticed that he was scratching the thin skin of his wrist, which was bleeding quite badly by then. I immediately fished a clean tissue out of my pocket. Reaching across the table, I gently held his right hand down, pulled his wounded left forward a little, then pressed the material against it.

“Alex, stop” I whispered.

The man didn't look at me, but he gave a big sigh. Holding one hand on the wound, I stroked his palm. I looked at every tiny crease and wrinkle, ran my finger along every tiny vein. The pins had stuck to his skin, too, and there were red streaks of blood here and there.

I could do this until Alex slowly pulled away. My mouth fell, but I didn't blame him. Instead, I stood up again and poured some water from a nearby water jug into the tiny glass cup next to it. I carefully dripped a little onto another tissue and returned to the table with it. This time I stopped next to Mahone.

"Here, drink, please" I asked quietly. "And put this on your wrist" I continued, pressing the soaked tissue into his hand. Fortunately for him, he did as I asked, making me feel a little relieved.

I knew there was nothing more I could do, so I considered giving him a kiss on the forehead. In the end, I decided against it and strode out of the room without a word.

Hours after work I was still thinking about what happened, as I packed up my groceries I bought on the way home. I was almost certain that something had happened in connection with the investigation. However, I was shocked to the extreme at how close Alex had let me get. The rational part of my brain wanted me to believe that it was just exhaustion and that he simply didn't have the strength to push me away anymore, but my heart was racing at the thought that my presence may gave him some strength and calm.

I was gathering up the paper bag and heading for the door when someone knocked. I smiled at the coincidences, but when I opened the door, my smile turned to surprise. Mahone was standing on the threshold.

"Hi," he greeted me quietly. Scanning him, my confusion was further heightened by the beautiful bouquet of flowers he was holding.

"Come in" I took a step back, collecting myself and my thoughts. My heart nearly skipped a beat. I quickly placed the paper bag I was holding on the counter and hurried after him. "Have a seat," I said already in the living room, but instead of listening to me, he turned to me, this time looking right through me.

"Thank you for coming in this afternoon" he shyly held out the flower to me. "It meant more than a lot, even if I couldn't thank you then" he smiled faintly.

"You shouldn't have" I stepped closer. I was about to give him two kisses, but Alex took my shoulder gently in his free hand and leaned down, pressing his lips to one side of my cheek. I was sure both my cheeks were red as he released me.

"I'll put these beauties in water" I looked up at him with a smile. "Sit down" I nodded my head towards the couch as I did so.

I returned to the room with a glass of tea, where the policeman was looking at my bookshelf.

"Here" I held the mug out to him. "I've brought you this now, since you're driving."

I got a smile of thanks. We sat down on the couch, close to each other. I waited for him to say something before the silence became too awkward. I didn't want to start questioning him, because I didn't know how much he would like to share about what had happened.

"I'm really ashamed of myself for freaking out like that" he sighed slowly "but I'm telling this only to you" he smirked at me mischievously.

"What happened?" I finally asked the question. My boss took a slow sip from his tea.

"Those bastards escaped" he shook his head angrily, putting the mug down on the table. "The the fax came from the Central. They just made it, see?"

"It doesn't decide anything, and you know it. You'll get them anyway" I smiled encouragingly at him.

"Now everyone in the office must be thinking bad things about me" he snapped at me. "So far, so good."

"Nonsense" I shook my head immediately, almost giving him no time to finish. "You're a perfect boss and they know perfectly well that your priorities are inviolable. And what your temper is like."

I placed my hand softly on his knee, hoping the touch would add emphasis to what I was saying. Alex took it between his own two palms and stared at it. I just couldn't believe if that was happening what I thought was happening.

"It really means a lot to have support" he raised his sky blue eyes at me. "You know what I thought of when you sat down across from me?"

I blinked at him in shock, shaking my head a little. I had no idea what was going through his mind, let alone whether I would be happy if he said it.

But Alex stopped talking. He leaned in close and brushed a lock of hair behind my ear, then pressed his lips to mine. My surprise was too much for me to do anything, but the shock wore off in a matter of seconds, and I was happy to pull him to me. In a short time, the shy kiss turned into a heated one, my hand wandering in Mahone's hair while the man's fingers danced on my waist. The policeman leaned back so that I could lean on his chest. It was a long time before we finally let go of each other, and by then we were both out of air.

"Alex..." I whispered, even as his lips were millimetres from mine. I snuggled into him as he put his arms around me protectively. In the silence between us, I took in his scent.

"Will you be here with me?" he asked quietly.

"I'll be here" I lifted my head, looking him straight in the eye.

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writingmorsels · 3 years

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Prompt: Eagles and Angels

After Alex's disappearance, you couldn't continue to work at your current police department in Chicago, so you ask to be transferred to another city dept. You wound up in Los Angeles. You try to forget Mahone with all the strength you have left as you go through your days off and on the field. One day you're invited to a charity party for some colleagues who have departed early and while you're there, you see something you would've never expected.

You checked your uniform one last time before entering the building.

A sea of black caps and golden trims moved around tables and chairs, making small talk and offering their condolences. Men and women coming from any angle of California, at least two from each department peppering the state.

Most of the officers were standing in small groups, holding glasses of sparkling wine snatched from the buffet table. You, on the other hand, approached the front of the crowd slipping through your colleagues and stopped in front of the photos put on display, a black ribbon in the top-right corner.

Five good men and two women, now dead in the name of serving and protecting.

You watched intently, feeling your throat closing when a little, evil thought slithered into your mind.

"His photo would never end up there."

One hand raised quickly to brush at your eyes, the tears threatening to make themselves known once again.

Alex disappeared for months now and no one had any idea where he went… the one that knew didn’t want to tell you even a smidgen of information on his last mission.

You asked and pleaded with Sullins for at least a week. You even cornered Wheeler and threatened violence on him and his small virility, but with no avail. You even tried to enter his now locked office, but once you managed to sneak your way in, you discovered it had been cleaned up of everything.

You swore to god you would search for him, but without a starter point, it all seemed useless.

You changed departments, you changed home and friends, but that didn't change the bleeding heart still in your chest.

Slowly, you grabbed your phone and opened it, watching the little photo you took of Alex: it was during one of your dinners together, where he finally drank a little and loosened up. His face had been rosy all evening and he laughed at every little thing.

The photo you snapped in secret was of him smiling, his head turned to one side, almost bashful. His true self, hidden underneath the cold façade he wore while working.

Your thumb caressed the glass of the screen, using that virtual picture to send a prayer for him like all those people did for the mourned.

The concept hit you like concrete in your gut. Alex was dead and you would never see him again.

Forgotten by his colleagues, hidden away like a stain.

The hope you buried deep into your soul finally gave its last breath and you closed the phone with a soft clack, the sound a metaphor of nailing that coffin shut.

"This was the worst idea…" you thought to yourself, your feet quickly turning around towards the exit of the hall, but as you passed by some officer talking to a lady, you heard a voice you recognized.

That tone had been etched into your brain for how many times you and Alex poured on the video he made, searching for clues, mistakes or just studying the guy.

Your eyes, shining with held-back tears, shot up towards the origin of the sound and there he was.

Michael Scofield, donning a uniform like he owned the place.

Shock and anger filled you, as you saw his hand reach underneath a table and grab something small and black.

He looked around briefly, and when Scofield saw your eyes glued on him, he stopped for a second.

Your glossy eyes betrayed the hatred you felt for him and the escapee surely noticed, because his body tensed while fast-walking towards a little hallway, hidden away from the rest of the party members.

Anger turned into rage as you walked right behind him, slithering among your other colleagues to reach his disappearing shoulders. A whirlwind of thoughts twirled in your mind, feeling the same hunting dog that was Mahone.

Why was he there? What was that little thing he grabbed? How brazen did he have to be to show his face there, wearing a police uniform?? What has he done to Alex??

After all he did, the lives he ruined...after he took Alex away from you.

You moved into the empty corridor and saw Scofield turning a sharp right into a little side-garden, probably searching for an escape route.

That was your chance, away from anyone, to finally grab revenge and make it yours.

As soon as both of you were around the corner of the hallway, you ran up to him and grabbed his forearm, slamming his chest against a wall on your left. “Where is he?!” you hissed into his ear, your elbow digging into his spine. “Where is Mahone??”

Scofield turned his head and looked at you with his cold gaze, but you could almost see a hint of surprise, a panic wash on his face before he could get a hold of himself. "I know he was after you. I swear to God–!"

Scofield immediately reacted, fighting your hold; what he lacked in training he had with height difference and desperation.

A punch managed to hit your cheekbone and your cap flew off your head, but you didn’t stop.

There were far too many questions to pry the answers from his mouth.

Like a snake attacking its prey you launched on him again. Your foot rose to hit his knee straight on, a move Alex taught you to make anyone buckle, but Scofield dodged that, his clear eyes passing from you to a form behind your shoulder.

Suddenly a big forearm wrapped around your throat and you were lifted a few inches off the ground by the tall figure that was Burrows.

You should've thought about that, the brothers rarely acted alone… you were too fixated on that forbidden knowledge to remember. "Lincoln let's go, I have the device..!" Scofield heaved, massaging his jaw you hit in your fury.

Meanwhile, Burrows was crushing your windpipe, but you didn't stop fighting: months of sadness, frustrations and pure heartache were pouring into your limbs like a river.

Your legs kicked and your back arched, hands trying to find a place to grab onto the escapee. When your fingers clawed at the fold of Burrows' elbow, you used his own body like a stabilizer and curled your legs up before pushing them down again with all the strength you had, trying to unbalance the burly man.

Burrows folded forward just enough for your feet to land on the floor again and immediately you pushed him back and against the wall, trying to distract him just enough to free yourself.

Just a little more, just a little harder before you would pass out from the lack of oxygen.

With a strangled growl you tried again, this time you drove your heel into the top of his foot and finally you felt his hold soften enough for you to free yourself. You turned and grabbed his still hunched shoulders, shoving your knee directly into his guts, again and again.

For a moment it seemed to slow him down, hearing him grunt in pain as you tried to down him, but all stopped all of a sudden.

"What are you two doing there?? We need to go!" you heard a hushed tone from the hallway and your body froze for a second, your reddened eyes shifting towards the voice you heard.

Alex…?

Burrows, seeing you distracted, sucker-punched the lights out of you, making you lose your footing.

The shock of the hit made you see black and stars, the taste of blood filling your mouth.

The punch probably managed to break one tooth, too.

You wanted to reply in kind to Burrows' hits, but again he grabbed you, twisting your arms behind your back and pushing your chest against the wall like you did with his brother.

No kick or wriggle could free you now, tired and still out of this world for the previous direct.

"Lincoln there's no time for this, they're all going out–" Mahone appeared from the corridor with a light jog and your barely focusing eyes met him for the first time in months.

Alex was as beautiful as you remembered, if only a little thinner, a little rougher around the edges. His eyes held a haunting light in the very back, but the bewildered look on his face made your heart squeeze.

Under that matter-of-factly behaviour, he seemed sad. Oh so sad, especially now that his lips mouthed your name in pure confusion.

While he stopped at archway, you started to fight more Burrows’ hold, feeling his hand search something on you. “I need to cuff her or she’ll blow our coverー” "Let her go," Mahone commanded hastily when he found his voice again, starting to approach you and Burrows “What…?” "Lincoln! Let her go!" He added more forcefully, almost panicked.

The moment Burrows' hands disappeared from your body, you shoved him away, only one thing mattering for you in that instant.

You closed the couple of feet between you and Alex with a leap and wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders, exhaling a desperate sob into his neck.

At the same time, Alex moved his hands to hug you back into a warm, solid hold.

The dam almost broke when you felt his warm palm against the nape. "Alex…! Oh...m-my God, Alex…!" You heaved with desperate relief, clawing at the dark uniform he was wearing. At that sound, his whole frame crumbled and his embrace tightened, quivering. “Y/n...I’m so sorry love, Iー” "Where did you go??” you spoke again with a dense tone full of worry. Your hands detached from his shoulders only to cup his face, so you could see directly in those glass-like eyes you always loved the most. “ I thought you were dead��! No one told me where you were…! Sullins, Wheeler, even Felicia didn’t give me a fucking clue!" Your voice, at first sad, started to mount in emotions, remembering the time you literally begged Lang to tell you Mahone’s last known location.

Alex watched you with his face distorting into a mix of happiness and guilt, his own hands cradling your nape with sad sweetness. “It’s...Y/n, it’s complicated...” he whispered, feeling Michael and Lincoln’s eyes on his back, now that the brothers reunited. “Just...come with me? Please? We…” he turned his head slightly, as if asking permission to take you with him to Michael, who was now watching him intently. Lincoln seemed weary of you, while he massaged his offended abs. “It’s dangerous to be heー”

Your lips crashed on his in a desperate kiss when Alex shifted his gaze back to you, losing your breath in the effusion almost completely.

Both brothers raised their brows as they watched a vaguely shy Mahone blink into the sweet attack, before slowly replying, softening your frantic gesture into something warmer, tender.

Alex’s breath became cold on your skin and his fingers gently brushed away a few tears from your cheeks.

The kiss would’ve lasted longer, but Michael’s voice came up between them like a crowbar. “We have to go.”

Your attention rounded suddenly towards Scofield, watching him in anger. “Go where??” you growled, turning to Alex for a brief moment as if searching for an answer, only to return your eyes on Michael’s cold ones. “He’s not going anywhere, Scofield, do you hear me?? What do you have to make him obey like a good lil’ doggie?? Did you blackmail him?? Threatened his son??” At each barked question you took a step forward, towards the brothers. “I swear if you lay a finger on that boy you’ll beg to be killed!”

At the same time Mahone grabbed your arm to stop you and Lincoln put himself between his brother and your irate gaze. “Aw as if you would scare me, big guy!” you yanked at Alex’s hand, flexing the shoulders backwards while your chest puffed out. Your hands itched for some confrontation, the dark imagery in your mind giving fuel to your rage. “C’mon I’ll finish the job with you and then make your spindly lil’ brother spit out that brilliant brain of his!-” “Y/N! Stop it, immediately!” Alex’s voice came serious and sharp behind you, the tone you heard so many times from your Chief in Command.

You stopped fighting Mahone’s hold and your lips fell silent, but you still watched the brothers as if you could kill them with your eyes. “Y/n I’ll explain everything.” Alex then pulled you back and held you around the shoulders in fear you would jump the brothers again. “But Michael is right, we have to go-” “yeah, but leave the pipsqueak behind, would you?” Lincoln harrumphed, you and him exchanging lethal gazes.

“Is she trustworthy?” the younger brother asked instead and you squinted at him, clawing at Mahone’s dark shirt in a protective (and rather possessive) stance.

Alex sighed and nodded. “Yes. I can vouch for her...It’s been...a terrible month for everyone,” he quickly said to Scofield and the man seemed to understand.

He then turned to his brother and jerked his head towards the hallway, a silent sign that Burrows barely noticed.

Exiting the building became almost too easy and when the four of you reached a black, big car, you looked up to Alex. His face was serious and his eyes were wandering around on high alert.

His whole body was in full tension near yours, as you walked elbow to elbow, and for a moment replayed his words in your mind. “It’s too dangerous.”

Why was it dangerous? He was with the Bureau, a valued agent, one of the best! All those policemen would be honored to be in his presence…!

“Get on…” he whispered to you as he opened the car door, watching around with his jaw tensing.

The journey through the city was one of the heaviest you ever witnessed: the brothers were on the front seats, MeatHead driving and WonderBoy looking out of the windows, scanning the sidewalks.

You and Mahone took the back seats and you felt the silence push on you two, while Alex had one hand fisted on his leg and the other rested between your shoulder blades.

The stylish part of the city slowly morphed into factories and rusted iron, eaten away by the salt of the sea.

You saw some warehouses on your way to the group’s destination and finally Burrows parked haphazardly in front of a seemingly abandoned building. “We’ll stay out here for a second,” Alex called out to the brothers and while Lincoln didn’t even turn, Michael gave the federal a nod, watching you with calculating eyes, before disappearing inside that particular warehouse.

Only you and Alex remained on the quay, the man taking a deep breath before stretching his fingers towards you, softly touching your forearm. “Come…” he breathed, his previous hard voice now barely a wisp.

Mahone walked up to the cement barriers that functioned as guardrails along the edge of the port, the only thing protecting people from falling into the sea water. He turned and sat down on top of one of the Jersey bumps, completely deflated. “Alex...what happened…?” you prompted him, inching closer to him.

You didn’t have your fire inside anymore, anger now fizzled into worried sadness. You never saw him like that, completely defeated. A shadow barely holding onto its physical form. “It’s a long story,” he spoke without looking into your eyes. Instead, he moved one hand and slowly reached for one of yours, gently weaving them together. “I will understand if you will want to...keep your distance, after, but please listen… I really need someone to listen…”

And you did.

You didn’t speak while his voice started to pour out into a long, convoluted string. You absorbed everything, from the starting hunt, to Panama, through Sona and then out.

Your chest tightened as he recounted how Sona was, the killings and brutality, the blood shed and the constant fear of end up shanked. Instinctively you brought his hand to your chest as you heard his defeat against his personal demons, in the shape of white dust and a needle.

You listened about the Company, who and why were they against the brothers, the conspiracy behind Burrows’ death sentence and the courage his brother had to free him. All those words lit up a bunch of lightbulbs in your head, especially when Mahone explained that he worked for the Company twice already, doing double-crossing the second time he did. How they threatened whoever he loved. His son, Pam. You. “That’s why…” you whispered. “That's why you refused to even sleep...If I knew back then I could-” “you didn’t have to know. It was best that way...I couldn’t risk losing you too…” Alex sighed while you lowered your intertwined hands down, completely shocked and still processing all the infodump he just did.

But there was something he didn’t speak about and you could feel it, a thorn prickling in the background. Bleeding one droplet at the time. “There’s something you’re not telling me…” you muttered, inching closer to him. “Alex…Who…? Felicia? Pam?” you asked, seeing his empty eyes fixating on a far, non-existing point on the cement.

The lack of replies didn’t give you enough to work with, but you noticed something, a sorrow dug deep in him that no normal death would create.

If there was something Alex truly cared about was...

Oh no…

“...Cam?” you whispered, as the realization hit you.

You saw his kid from time to time and when your relationship deepened, you even brought the boy to school using your police car, earning you the ‘Police Mom’ title.

He knew about you and his dad, of course, and even Pam seemed satisfied that Alex found someone else to be happy with.

“Three...four days ago…” came the reply. He tried to remain collected, but you could hear the lump in his throat tighten.

You left his hand only to raise your arms and approach him, enveloping his head and his shoulders into a firm embrace. Your palm caressed his nape and you could feel his entire body collapse against you, as if the last trace of self-control disappeared the moment you hugged him.

His hands clawed at your back when he searched for your body like a castaway in the middle of a maelstrom, squeezing you tightly against himself while his face drowned in your presence.

He trembled without a sound, but you knew he was crying.

You rode with him the waves of agony, keeping steady against the hot tears you felt dampening your dark uniform. “Oh God I’m so sorry darling..” you whispered in his hair, kissing the top of his head. “I’m here now...I’m here and I’m not leaving...ok? I’ll never leave…” your hands caressed the back of his neck, his shoulder and what could you reach of his back, trying to smooth away the sadness he was so firmly enveloped into.

The embrace lasted minutes, where Mahone slowly relaxed more and more into it, until he finally took a deep breath and started to lean away, looking up to you.

His eyes were red and still wet, the icy blue of his eyes still amazingly beautiful even in sorrow. “We’ll get to the end of it, together...ok?” you whispered, holding a smile on your face, hoping to rub some of that optimism onto him. He only nodded, his throat bobbing with a swallow before he would stretch his neck and search for a kiss. You couldn’t deprive a desperate man some love, so you gladfully leaned down and met his lips with your own, a slow and soft press that asked for peace, even for an instant.

Was like that, a statue devoted to love and hardship, that you two were caught by an oblivious Sucre, just arrived from his part of the retrieval mission.

He slinked away with a shameful ‘sorry!’ after he realized who was there on the quay and while you furrowed your eyebrows, Mahone only sighed a little laugh, hiding himself again in your chest. “Thank you...for being here...for...being,” he muttered with a sweet, shy tone.

You hugged him some more, your time now to feel a lump in your throat.

#prison break #Alexander Mahone #Alexander Mahone x Reader #fanfic #oneshot #Police uniform #michael scofield #lincoln burrows

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opheliasbrokenmind · 4 years

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Hey pal! I've got a request for you :) How about Mahone having a concussion and has to stay in hospital for weeks and company's not happy with this and force him into field again and he gets hurt again bc he can't concentrate and all :') I hope everyhting's alright with you

i just realised how much i’ve missed writing for him <3

‘Has anyone heard from Agent Mahone?’ Wheeler asked the office and you watched the people shaking their heads. It’s been three days since he disappeared and you found yourself at the FBI building, looking for him. ‘Do you know him?’ A woman with a sharp suit appeared in front of you and you frowned, ‘Yes, I do. I thought he could be here since he works late.’

‘And who are you supposed to be?’ She sounded harsh so you didn’t soften your face as you answered, ‘A close friend, and you are?’ You hoped the emphasis on the word would ring a bell and when she replied, you knew she got the message. ‘His colleague.’ You forced a smile and nodded, ‘Nice to meet you, Miss?’

‘Lang.’ She said and walked away, you stood alone and looked at the other man, ‘Thank you for asking people.’ The agent simply nodded and you left the building, thinking of a way to find him. Then your phone started to ring and you picked it immediately, ‘Alex?’

‘Good afternoon, Miss y/n.’ You looked at the screen and read his name again, then you frowned. ‘Who is this? Where’s Alex?’

‘Don’t panic, I’m calling from the Northwestern Memorial Hospital. Mr Mahone had an accident.’ You froze on the street and leaned to a wall, trying to stay calm but your heart was beating madly. ‘Is he alright?’ You managed to say and the woman on the other side sighed, ‘He will be. He was saying your name in his sleep so I thought I could call you.’

‘I’ll be there as soon as possible.’ You said and she ended the call. Your hands were shaking when you finally found a taxi and thanks to the traffic, you were there in twenty minutes. Time seemed to slow down though, every single minute pained you until you walked into the hospital.

‘Hello, can you tell me which room Alexander Mahone is staying?’ The secretary searched his name and turned to you, ‘Are you his wife, Pamela?’ The name pissed you off but you just shook your head, ‘They divorced. I’m his... friend.’ The girl smiled softly, ‘I see. We tried to reach her but she said she wasn’t living here anymore. His room number is 407.’

Once you found the room, a doctor was leaving but you ran after him. ‘Doctor, wait!’ The man turned to you and waited, ‘I’m here for Alex. Can you tell me what happened?’ He nodded, ‘All we know is he had a concussion but we’re not sure what caused it. It can be an accident or a fight, I’m not sure.’

‘What would you say?’ You asked and the man sighed, ‘Considering his line of work, I’d say a fight but that’s just a guess. Mr Mahone is a strong man so he will recover but it’s going to take time. We have to be sure he’s resting and your presence will be helpful.’ You listened carefully and asked once he was done, ‘Is there anything I can do now?’

‘Talk to him. He probably can’t answer but he’ll hear you. Let him know you’re here for him. If anything happens, ask for a nurse.’ Then he left and you stood at the corridor, trying to convince yourself that he’ll heal soon.

You opened the door and the scene in front of you hurt your whole body. The agent was lying unconscious on the bed, there was a bandage around his head and he looked so pale. Then there were cables on his body and machines beeping loudly. You forced yourself to close the door and walk to the armchair next to him before you let a tear fall down.

It took you a few minutes to gather up, then you reached his hand and it felt cold compared to your warm one. ‘Hi, it’s me, y/n.’ You said and waited for a reaction but he didn’t move a finger so you continued. ‘I called you a few times but you didn’t answer. I thought you were on a mission or maybe you wanted to have some space, that you’d let me know soon. I went to the Bureau today and asked Agent Wheeler but he said nobody heard from you. Then a nurse called me from your phone, said you were saying my name.’

‘You scared me so much, Alex. I’m still afraid, the doctor said you’ll be fine but I just can’t help but fear... Don’t you ever leave me, okay?’ You sighed and played with his fingers, ‘Agent Lang asked me who I was and I told I’m your friend. Well, I think we are more than that, I mean you’re more than a friend to me but I wasn’t sure if you wanted people to know so I didn’t say anything more. I didn’t want to put you in a difficult position.’

‘Oh, I always talk and now I can talk as much as I want but I hate it. I don’t want to talk, I want to hear you talking. I want to see your eyes, the blues filled with energy and watch them.’ Then you didn’t know what to say, it felt like nothing you could say would change the situation so you stayed silent. You watched his chest moving as he breathed and you focused on the fact that he was alive and you were by his side. Otherwise, you knew you wouldn’t hold your tears.

Doctors and nurses came and left, informing you everything looked fine. When it was almost three in the morning, you got up from the armchair and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, ‘Good night, Alex.’

You woke up at eight and went to grab a cup of coffee, ‘Maybe the smell of coffee can wake you up, huh?’ You smiled to yourself and sipped your drink, admiring him. ‘I realise how beautiful you are now, you know? I wish I could remember every detail of your face. I also feel stupid, because I should’ve told you this earlier. Now I’m not even sure if you can hear me but just know that... you mean a lot to me and I don’t know what I’ll do if anything happens to you.’

Your hand found his fingers once again and you pressed your lips on his hand, ‘I know things with Pam have been hard and I want to be by your side as long as I can.’ He squeezed your hand weakly and your eyes widened with shock, ‘Can you hear me? Wait, I’ll call the nurse.’

‘I swear, he squeezed my hand.’ You explained to the woman and held his hand again, ‘Alex, can you hear me?’ The nurse waited but nothing happened. ‘I don’t want to upset you but that was probably a reflex.’ She gave you a weak smile and left, you sighed and rested on the armchair.

‘I avoided to answer before but yes, I used to play the piano. I wanted to be a pianist but then... I broke my wrist and it still hurts if I push the limits. Then I decided to study Art History and you know I’ll teach at the university next semester.’

‘I like to admire those paintings and they remind me of you. I know you think you’re a bit old for me but... I don’t believe it’s about ages, what’s important is understanding the other person and I’m trying to understand you. Every time I tell you something, I feel like you care about it and I like this about you, so much.’

‘I like hearing your voice.’ He whispered suddenly and you grabbed his hand, intertwinning your fingers, ‘You are awake! Wait, let me call the doctor.’ You tried to get up but he stopped you, ‘y/n, I need to talk to you first.’

‘There are some people and they know what happened to Shales. What I did to him... They want me to catch the Fox River escapees and I’m here because I had a little argument with one of them.’ Your jaw dropped as you listened to him, ‘Are you serious? Do you want me to call the police or the Bureau?’

‘No, they can’t help and if they find out about Shales, they’d send me to prison without blinking an eye.’ He watched you carefully and you sighed, ‘We’ll talk about this later, okay? What matters now is your recovery and I’m going to take the doctor now.’

The same doctor checked him and said everything was normal, ‘You need to rest at least one week to heal, otherwise, it can leave permanent damage. How do you feel now?’

‘I don’t feel bad.’ He said and the doctor smiled to you, ‘You see, now you can worry less.’ Then he left the room and you felt your cheeks getting hotter as Alex watched you with a sincere smile on his face. ‘Before you ask, I heard pretty much all of it.’ You turned your head to avoid his gaze but his hand stopped you, cupping your cheek softly. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes, ‘I meant every word.’

‘I know you did but I’m not sure if that’s the safest way now, y/n. These people are on my back and I have to give them what they want. I don’t want them to know about you, I can’t risk it.’ You moved away and frowned, ‘What are you trying to say?’

‘I need you to stay away from me until this is over.’ You didn’t know what to say for a moment, ‘What? No, Alex, I want to be with you.’

‘I want you, too, love. Just for a while and when it’s over, I won’t repeat my mistakes. We’ll have a life together, alright? I promise.’ A tear dropped on your cheek and you wiped it away, ‘Don’t do this, don’t push me away.’

Later that day, you went home to have a shower and bring him some clothes and when you were back the next morning, the secretary said he checked himself out and left. You tried to reach him but his phone number was invalid. You didn’t know the visit the Company paid to him and what would happen if he continued to stay in the hospital and do nothing.

Six days after that you woke up to the knocking on your door and you weren’t expecting to see him. You stepped back so he could come inside but you noticed how it pained him to move. ‘What happened?’

‘I almost had Scofield but then... he ran away and let’s say that didn’t make them happy.’ You watched him sitting on the sofa and taking off his suit jacket. ‘Are they going to attack you every time something goes wrong?’ You helped him to unbutton his shirt as he leaned back, ‘If it’s not me then it’ll be Pam or Cam.’

‘Alex...’ You tried to speak but the words left you, leaving you in pain. Then you noticed the purpleness on his chest and tears escaped from your eyes, crying as you stood on your knees with his shirt in your hands. He grabbed your arms and you saw the muscles on his arms tighten, ‘I will be okay. It was a mistake to come here but... I didn’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be alone.’

You pressed a kiss on his chest and stood up, ‘I’ll draw you a bath right now, is it okay?’ He whispered thank you and you turned back to give him a kiss on the lips, ‘Then we will have dinner and you’ll get a good sleep.’ Once his body was relaxed and his stomach was full, he let you tuck him in a blanket and you two cuddled until one of you fell asleep. That night, he realised even at the worst times, there was something beautiful and unique.

#not peaky #prison break #alexander mahone #william fichtner #alex mahone #prison break imagine #prison break one shot #alexander mahone imagine #alexander mahone one shot #alexander mahone x reader #alex mahone imagine #alex mahone x reader #michael scofield #lincoln burrows #sara tancredi #prison break fanfic

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sweetsunshinestuff · 4 years

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GIF NOT MINE ❤️

Michael Scofield is so nice ❤️❤️

#couple #cute #fluff #relationship #sweet #imagine #prison break x reader #prison break imagine #prison break #michael scofield #michael #Scofield #lincoln burrows #paul kellerman

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merakiaes · 4 years

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WHAT I CURRENTLY WRITE AND DON’T WRITE

PAYMENT - COMMENTS EQUALS NEW CONTENT (PLEASE READ)

(Characters and fandoms for which requests are open are below the cut so if you don’t want to read the guidelines, you can just scroll down there. However, I do recommend you to at least skim through the “I don’t write”-section to make it easier for both of us!)

(IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST ME TO GIVE YOU A SHIP, SEE THIS SEPARATE POST)

MY ONLY RULE:

If you make a request, anonymous or not, you have to leave a comment on your fic. (Read more about why here.) Even better would be if you reblogged it to help get my work out to more readers!, but I will settle with a comment if you, for some reason, don’t want to reblog.

This means there should always be a minimum of one comment under every requested fic I post - if I see that this isn’t being followed, I’m going to stop writing requests. Simple as that.

With that said, don’t bother requesting if you’re not ready to make this exchange because that’s just unpaid work.

I DON’T WRITE:

Smut.

Songfics.

Headcanons.

Specified and inappropriate/illegal age gaps. Example, an underage student and an adult teacher.

Specified body types.

Body image issues & ED’s.

Male reader.

POC reader.

Specified physical features. (Hair colors, eye colors, etc.)

I try to stay as neutral to physical appearance as I possibly can so that everyone gets an equal chance at emerging themselves into the role, no matter the reader’s ethnicity, height, build, and so on.

Writing plus size!reader and writing about eating disorders and body immage issues is too triggering for me as I, myself, struggle with body dysmorphia on a daily basis.

TO THINK ABOUT WHEN REQUESTING:

Don’t be too vague with your request. For example, a request asking for a fic where “the reader is a character x’s sister”, or "the reader is shy” or”sassy”, is not enough for me to go on. I need a scenario, a plot, an action, an endgame, or a dialogue prompt.

Contrary to the previous point; don’t make requests with too much detail or too long of a timeline, either. I don’t have the energy nor time to write requests that are spread out over eternity and that would end up being as long as a novel.

When requesting prompts from my prompt-lists, ALWAYS include the number and name of the list, not just the quote. The lists you can request for are the following:

Fluff Angst Smut Kiss Hug Common tropes

Don’t get pissy if you request something and I kindly tell you that I don’t write that kind of thing, whatever it may be. I’ve had to deal with this a lot lately and it’s really annoying. All writers have their own, individual preferences, and that’s their right.

Keep in mind all that is written above, and feel free to send several requests if you want to guarantee that you get at least one of them done - some things are easier to write than others and I always appreciate having requests to pick from depending on my mood and current motivation.

Requests are currently open for the following fandoms and characters. Please send in requests!

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Luke Alvez

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Matt Simmons

Will LaMontagne

Clyde Easter

MARVEL

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Peter Parker (Tom Holland & Andrew Garfield)

Loki Laufeyson

Scott Lang

Bucky Barnes

Stephen Strange

Jack Thompson

Bruce Banner

Eddie Brock

Helmut Zemo

Darcy Lewis

Daniel Sousa

Logan Howlett

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Nathan Summers

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

TWILIGHT

Paul Lahote

Leah Clearwater

Edward Cullen

Charlie Swan

Mike Newton

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Jordan Parrish

Peter Hale

STAR WARS

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Ben Solo

Armitage Hux

Anakin Skywalker

Poe Dameron

Padmé Amidala

Young Han Solo

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

REIGN

Sebastian “Bash” de Poitiers

Leith Bayard

Louis Condé

James Stewart

Darnley

Prince Henri

Claude

Mary Stuart

THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

PRISON BREAK

Lincoln Burrows

Alexander Mahone

KONG: SKULL ISLAND

James Conrad

Reg Slivko

Earl Cole

TRANSFORMERS

William Lennox

Sam Witwicky

Robert Epps

DIVERGENT

Eric Coulter

Peter Hayes

Tobias Eaton

HARRY POTTER

Fred Weasley

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Remus Lupin (young & adult)

Hermione Granger

Bill Weasley

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Severus Snape

GAME OF THRONES

Sandor Clegane

Jorah Mormont

Edd Tollett

Jon Snow

Gendry Baratheon

Jaime Lannister

Sansa Stark

TRIPLE FRONTIER

Ben Miller

William “Ironhead” Miller

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

Tom “Redfly” Davis

PEAKY BLINDERS

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Ada Shelby

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

James Norrington

Will Turner

Jack Sparrow

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

Luke Crain

Steve Crain

Theo Crain

MISCELLANEOUS

Dan Torrence (Doctor Sleep)

Detective David Loki (Prisoners)

Floyd Lawton (Arrow)

Smitty Ryker (Hacksaw Ridge)

Captain James Nicholls (War Horse)

Sam Drake (Uncharted)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)

Nathan Prescott (Life Is Strange)

Sweet Pea (Riverdale - first season only)

Jace Wayland (The Mortal Instruments, 2013)

Murtagh Morzansson (Eragon)

Jason Lee Scott (Power Rangers, 2017)

Jesse Zeklos (Vampire Academy)

Matt Campbell (The Haunting in Connecticut)

Nick Jones (House of Wax)

Ludovica Storti (Baby)

Reid Garwin (The Covenant)

Tyler Simms (The Covenant)

Fezco (Euphoria)

Feel free to reblog this to spread the word!

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khcnshus-knight · 3 years

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Reunion - Prison Break - Imagine

Fandom: Prison Break

Pairing: Lincoln Burrows x Reader

Request: If your requests are open I’d love a Lincoln x Reader imagine where Linc starts to get really nervous to see y/n after breaking out of Fox River. But the reunion ends up being very sweet and emotional. Really just a soft af Lincoln reunion. 😅 Thank you!

Requested by: @aestheticallywinchester

Note: This has been chilling in my drafts for so long and I’m so so sorry. I didn’t write/post an imagine since February but this request is like way older. 😅 I haven’t written in so long but I still hope this is okay and that y’all enjoy it! 💓

Lincoln was probably never this nervous in his entire life. Even breaking out of Fox River seemed way easier to him than this right now. Do you even want to see him again? How would you react? There were so many risks but he’d take all of them just to see you - even if it’s for the last time.

You were never associated with Lincoln, but he was still very careful. Of course Michael tried to talk him out of it, but after all this time Linc just had to see you. It seemed like he didn’t even care a bit about all the cops searching the whole country for them. All of this seemed irrelevant and the risk was worth it.

When Linc and Michael arrived at your house, Linc hesitated at first. But Michael reassured him and stayed hidden in front of the house to make sure nobody is after them.

The closer he got to the front door, he thought about all of this again. What if you get in danger because of him? What if anything happens to you just because he showed up at your house.

But before he could even think about turning around, you opened the front door with a trash bag in your hand. The sight of him absolutely shocked you and you dropped everything in your hands and stared at the man in front of you with disbelief.

“Hi, Y/N.”, Lincoln said with a soft smile but sounding slightly nervous. “Hi? That’s all you have to say?”, you quietly yelled at him, tears forming in your eyes. “Listen, I—“, he started to explain but you already pulled him to you as close as possible and hugged him. Lincoln tried to get you even closer to him, if that was even possible.

It’s clear to say everything went better than he expected. Michael made sure nobody was outside and joined you in the house. You hugged him tight and then went to both of the boys. “You guys have a lot of explaining to do about what the hell is going on.”

Let’s say it wasn’t just a quick visit. They both explained everything about how Lincoln got framed and Michaels plan to get him out. You were shocked and amazed at the same time and so thankful for Michael doing all of this.

The boys got to rest at your place for a few days before they had to keep going. But that definitely wasn’t the last time you’ve seen them.

#imagine #imagines #would include #would involve #prison break #lincoln burrows imagine #lincoln burrows #michael scofield #Michael scofield imagine #send imagine requests #requests open #requests

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princessthatcantfuckingsleep · 7 months

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Michael Scofield dating hcs🩷

Inspired by @the-fo0l I love there Michael Scofield hcs so much ISTG🩷

THIS BOY ING GWS SO FUCKUNG PRETTY ISTG

He is SOOO respectful like he would never dream of crossing any of your bondries

He's such a fucking gentleman like he doesn't even have a OUNCE of toxic masculinity

Because he makes so much money he'd buy you such beautiful gifts hes so observant he watched you constantly to think of gift ideas,

even if you don't like him spending so much money on you hell always do it he just wants you to know he loves you 😭

I feel like he'd be really fascinated with makeup, if you wear any he'll sit and watch you.

same with skincare every night while you do all your serums and moisturisers like sitting on y'all's bed looking into the bathroom amazed by you thinking you look so pretty with your glowing face

I agree with @the-fo0l when they said he wouldn't really use words like "hot" like you can't tell me you wouldn't die if he called you stunning with that sultry silky smooth voice..ughhhh🩷😭

Beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, irresistible, c'mon I can imagine him saying it

Call you sweetheart it rolls off his tongue so effortlessly

Feminist asf

He spends alot of time working so he looooves when he finally gets to come home to you.

Let's be fr he live the domestic life just that soft fluffy feeling feels so much better to what he's used to

If you have curly/coily/textured hair he'd 100% learn how to do it the perfect way to get your hair looking gorgeous

He's such a sweetheart. Broo

Yk that thing where one person wakes up and just stared at the other...HIM he just thinks you're so beautiful

#prison break oneshot #prison break #prison break imagines #prison break x reader #michael scofield #michael scofield x reader #michael scofield imagine #michael scofield drabble #michael scofield headcanons #lincoln burrows imagine #lincoln burrows x reader

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wisteria-lodge · 3 years

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My explanation of the Sorting Hat Chats System

SHC Archetypes

Living character sorting doc

SortMe masterpost, where I sort *real* people (reader submissions)

Character sortings that members of the community have written can be found below the cut. Let me know if you’ve written a character sorting you want included.

3% @justbecauseyoubelievesomething

ANASTASIA @alix-in-july

BARBIE FRANCHISE @missbrunettebarbie, @the-phoenix-heart, @starry-sky-stuff, @laufire

BARE: A POP OPERA @repetitionsings

BIG HERO 6 @dragonsaredorks

BLACK SAILS @laufire

BOKURANO @swearingintengwar

THE BOLD TYPE @writingonesdreams

BROADCHURCH @connecting-the-mothership

Alec Hardy

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER @wisteria-lodge

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS @writingonesdreams

CASTLEVANIA @the-phoenix-heart

THE CATCHER IN THE RYE @wisteria-lodge

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN @wisteria-lodge

CHUUBO’S MARVELOUS WISH-GRANTING ENGINE: GLASS-MAKER’S DRAGON @thecottageinthedark

DC COMICS

Catwoman / Selina Kyle @nectargrapes

A DEADLY EDUCATION @parpatarts

DISCWORLD @paint-the-ravenclaw

Death @paint-the-ravenclaw

The Witches @thecottageinthedark

DOLLHOUSE @missbrunettebarbie & @laufire

DOWNTON ABBEY @montmarayroyal

EMMA (AUSTEN) @alix-in-july

THE EXPANSE @wyrdnis

FERRIS BUELLER’S DAY OFF @wisteria-lodge

FINAL FANTASY X @thecottageinthedark

FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES @lachless

The Lords

The Black Eagles

FUTURAMA @the-phoenix-heart

GOOD OMENS @wisteria-lodge

More on Rex’s sorting

STEVEN UNIVERSE @applesaps et al.

SUPERNATURAL

Castiel @wisteria-lodge

John, Dean & Sam Winchester @wisteria-lodge

Lucifer & Michael @wisteria-lodge

Jimmy & Claire Novak @wisteria-lodge

Ruby & Bela Talbot @laufire

Balthazar @wisteria-lodge

Meg Masters @laufire

TANZ DER VAMPIRE @herlaqueen & @niche-pastiche

TWILIGHT @misku-nimfa & @livrelady

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY @wisteria-lodge

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES @sevilemar

V FOR VENDETTA @the-phoenix-heart & @wisteria-lodge

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS @sevilemar & @wisteria-lodge

OC SORTING - Essence of the Equinox @nectargrapes

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slytherbun · 3 years

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ruining series - chapter zero: prologue

mfm pairing: michael scofield x reader and lincoln burrows x reader. brother pairing: michael scofield x lincoln burrows.

summary: during a chase in the woods, you question your decisions and hope for a better outcome after the consequences of a life changing day in court three months prior.

word count: 1.4k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @juliatpwk @theresaplantomakeallofthisright

note: here's a little bit of background. more information about y/n's past will be revealed in the chapter for the 16th episode of season 1. <3

another note: i know this gif (idk why it came out blurry) is from season 2's opening theme but the handcuff scenes are the best part of the whole show. agree to disagree if you don't feel the same though, lol. :)

series masterlist

running through the creepy woods wasn’t the typical evening that you had in mind for tonight. the sun was setting thankfully, so you could get the tail off from you now that it was going to be dark soon. you held your left hand against your chest and the memory from earlier continued to sting.

about thirty minutes back while you were running, your hand accidentally ran along a sharp tree that was shaved down. and it irritated the hell out of you that yet another wound could be infected.

unfortunately there wasn’t time for these little types of annoyances when you were literally running for your life.

somewhere behind you, a branch on the ground crushed under somebody’s shoe and you couldn’t help the curse that fell from your lips under your breath.

stopping behind a tree’s trunk for a moment, you tried to figure out the direction of the person since there was no time to check and glance over your shoulder earlier. you knew if you did you would continue to keep checking ever so often.

somewhere down the line later, you’d either hit your head against something when you weren’t looking or get caught with your guard down.

turning your body slightly, you could finally check the unknown person and you rolled your eyes at the sight of a man in a perfectly crisp suit. with just that one look you could tell who had hired him and what kind of job he was hired to do if he were to finally catch up to you.

when he continued to survey the area, you moved your stance back against the trunk to shield your view of the man before he could see a clear sighting of you looking his way. “oh y/n y/l/n,” he spoke oddly, trying to rile you up so you’d get out from behind your spot.

you weren’t stupid though, especially with the way he was waving his gun around.

“come out, come out wherever you are. it’ll only get worse from here if you don’t show yourself now.” he smirked and rummaged around in his pocket for something. of course, this was the moment that he pulled out his phone to call somebody with an update.

shit.

his hand still held the firearm up in the air. luckily in the wrong direction of where you were currently hiding, but it still caused the hairs on the back of your neck to rise in a static way.

another sudden urge of pain came in a big wave this time and you closed your eyes to count down from ten. biting down on your bottom lip also, you continued till you tasted metallic in your mouth.

ten seconds was all you gave yourself to feel the pain until you pushed it away from your mind. it was a tactic you learned to try and wire your brain to focus on more of a minor pain instead—like your lip for instance.

you had to get a hold on some kind of medicine soon to clear out the wounds on your hand and elsewhere. there was only so long that you had until it got worse but you couldn’t move until he was distracted and not looking in the area where you were hiding.

it was still a bit too light out to make a clear run for it and you sighed in relief when you heard the buttons pressing down on his cell phone. he dialed a number quickly and then put it up to his ear.

still watching the area with precise dedication while multitasking, he spoke into the phone when you assumed the person on the other end picked up. “hello? yeah, i’m still at the same location from when we last spoke. y/n’s near and won’t be getting very far—yes i understand. don’t worry we’ll get her.”

you turned your back around once more to check if the coast was clear and sighed when he walked off to lean against a tree. you looked down at your hand once more and sighed before putting it back against your chest again.

quietly without moving around any leaves or twigs, you came out from behind the tree to make a run for it again. you couldn’t lose anymore of that precious time you’ve already wasted and getting away from this man was your only priority right now.

that phone call was a bad sign though and it only made his true intentions known now. if you didn’t already—it was clearly going to be a long night with the determination he had to find you. but

you couldn’t let that happen because your freedom was dependent on it.

perhaps it was even right around the corner sooner or later.

𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗿 . . .

“will the defendant please rise?” the judge spoke and you stood up from your chair in the courtroom. asking you to stand was just a fake formality that made sure ‘proper’ manners were being used.

it didn’t mean shit when all the supposed evidence pointed to you.

“on the charge of assault that caused a terminated pregnancy, how do you plea?” the judge asked and your lawyer looked towards you with a nod.

if you plead guilty to the charge, the sentence would be dropped to eight years and five months. one month would be knocked off the charge already being as you served a month in jail while awaiting your court sentence. this would be instead of the fifteen and a half you originally had.

by doing this, you lessened your prison time by six and a half years with the chance of parole by the time you had two left. and with any kind of deal like this—you took it so you didn’t have to spend four extra years in a frightening place with criminals unlike yourself.

“my client has thought over her choices carefully and has decided to plead guilty.” while your lawyer said those words, you looked off to the side and out the window. the outside world was going to be looking pretty small soon and you frowned at the thought.

how can things easily fall apart from your grasp and go to shit so quickly?

a security officer walked up to the judge and whispered in their ear. his eyebrows scrunched together while carefully listening to his words. “that’s not possible.” but the officer nodded as if to say ‘it definitely is’ and then handed a piece of folded paper to him.

it looked like a warrant of some kind and your skin immediately paled.

“a last moment change has come to my attention. i have just received a signed document from the united state’s vice president.” they stated and paused with a blanched face while reading the words.

after looking through it carefully with a moment of silence, they continued. “y/n y/l/n, you will be serving your sentence in a level one facility at fox river penitentiary.”

your arm was immediately grabbed by your lawyer who stood there in shock. you almost wanted to shake your arm free from them. but, the words coming out from their mouth next had you using their hold to keep yourself steady. “but your honor, fox river is a prison for men.”

“i would ask counsel to refrain from interrupting me.” the judge glanced at your lawyer once before looking back over at you with a grim face. “as i was saying, my hands are tied and if you would like to pursue this conflict of interest please contact the white house.”

after they finished speaking, their gavel hitting the wood signaled the concludence of the hearing.

the officers came over to grab you and you tried to hold back the verge to cry, instead turning to your lawyer. they put a hand on your shoulder and spoke quietly, “in my thirty years as a lawyer, this has never happened. i will call my office and follow up with this issue. hang tight for now and i’ll schedule a visit as soon as i have some news.”

but you knew exactly who was pulling the strings, why they set you up and when you would be sentenced again when you finally got out. it was useless but you couldn’t say that to your lawyer when they willingly offered to help and you’d take any help you could get right about now.

while you were being moved to the fox river penitentiary in the prisoner transport van, tears threatened to fall. desperately and definitely not easily, you held yourself together by constantly staring up at the ceiling of the van and blinking them back.

all you could do now was hope for a miracle that would save you from all of this.

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random-imagines-blog · 4 years

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Imagine being Lincoln’s girl, and road-tripping with the brothers.

All of the windows were open, letting the breeze stream through the car, playing with your hair while you sat in the backseat. Of course, you were the only one in the car with any hair, so you couldn’t ask the boys if it felt as good for them as it did for you. Being in such a hot climate, you took all the wind that you could get.

You leaned against the side of Lincoln’s seat, your head popping between the two boys. They were talking about some plan of theirs from the past that had gone wrong, laughing about it, and you were more than content just to sit there and listen.

“It’s so nice seeing you two together again,” You said, as Lincoln pressed a kiss to your temple in between stories. You wished that they were never apart because they worked their best when they were with together. Lincoln being the brawn, your sexy ape man as you sometimes called him, and Michael being the brains of each operation.

“It’s nice having the three of us together,” Michael said with a grin. He had accepted you as his new sister from the beginning, believing in you and Linc even through the hard times. You aww’d and patted his shaved head before settling back in your seat.

“Enough sap, let’s stop for ice cream,” Lincoln said, making you chuckle.

#Lincoln Burrows #Lincoln Burrows x reader #Lincoln Burrows imagines #Prison Break #Prison Break imagines #nonrequest #imagines #lincolnb

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fndomstuff · 4 years

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What i‘m Writing About:

•MOVIES & TV SHOWS•

The Flash

Leonard Snart / Captain Cold

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Mick Rory / Heatwave

Caitlin Snow / Killer Frost

Legends Of Tomorrow

Sara Lance

Ray Palmer

Jefferson Jackson

Martin Stein (Friendship)

Rip Hunter

Arrow

Oliver Queen

Felicity Smoak

Mia Smoak-Queen

Laurel Lance

Game of Thrones

Robb Stark

Arya Stark (Friendship, Same House)

Sansa Stark (Like Arya)

Theon Greyjoy

Samwell Tarly (Friendship)

Davos (Best Buddys lol)

Tyrion Lannister

Brienne of Tarth

Gendry Baratheon (Hawt, just sayin‘)

Podrick „fooking“ Payne

Jaime Lannister

Daenerys Targaryen

Jorah Mormont

Bran Stark

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Gally

Frypan

Winston

Teresa

Brenda / Jorge

Chuck (Cute little Friendship)

Alby

Sonja & Harriet

Aris

Prison Break

Michael Scofield (Bc Wentworth Miller is a hottie so)

Lincoln Burrows

T-Bag (NOT Romantically!)

Veronica Donavan

Sara Tencredi (did i spell it right?)

Fernando Sucre

Whip (Y‘all know his name tho)

Benjamin „C-Note“ Franklin

Fox River Preferences! (More Like Reader‘s in Fox River Prison)

Alex Mahone (In Sona)

Arrowverse

An Imagine, where You (Reader) is kidnapped by Damien Darkh. Reader was raped! (So this is slight +18! even tough i‘m not 18 lmao)

give some requests if any idea is there for Arrowverse!

•VIDEOGAMES•

Until Dawn

Joshua Washington (he hawt)

Samantha Giddings

Michael Munroe (he also hawt)

Christopher Hartley (friendship)

Matthew Taylor (protective friendship)

Emily Davis

Ashley Brown

Jessica Riley

Beth Washington

Hannah Washington

Wendigo (LMAO JUST KIDDING)

Uncharted

Nathan „Hotness“ Drake

Samuel „ALSO HOTNESS“ Drake

Elena Fisher

Victor „Goddamn“ Sullivan (Fatherly Figure, Friendship)

Rafe „Good Stuff“ Adler

Nadine „mf“ Ross

Frazer, Chloe Frazer.

Harry Flynn

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

Ellie Williams

Tess

Marlene (Maybe Reader is or working as a Firefly)

Detroit Become Human

Connor

Markus

Hank Anderson (Father Maybe.)

Kara

Gavin Reed

RK900

Tomb Raider

Lara Croft

Jonah Maiava

Rourke

Dr Dominguez (Maybe He Recruiting You for Trinity)

Ana & Konstantin (You work for them)

Endurance!X Reader (You Travel with Lara and the rest of the crew to Yamatai & Face the horribleness)

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Who I Write For

Hey guys, I thought that maybe I should post a list on here, so you even know who I’m writing about/for. So the following list shows everyone that I could think of, but if you have a request for a celebrity, character or fandom that is not named, please still send in your request and I will tell you if I can write about them. :)

The list starts with celebrities and goes on to TV shows and then Movies/Fandoms. Every genre is in alphabetical order (first name) so like Harry Styles, for example, is under H for “Harry” and not S for “Styles”.

Also, I want to point out, because I kind of feel like I should, that there are not a lot of women on this list because I’m a bit unsure if I can write girl x girl well. I absolutely support the LGBT Community, so if you want me to write boy x boy or girl x girl, please send me a message :).

As a little side note maybe as well, I also write daughter!reader or sister!reader imagines, niece!reader, etc.

Have a good day!

MASTERLIST

Celebrities:

Adrien Brody

Alex Høgh Andersen

Andrew Garfield

Aneurin Barnard

Armie Hammer

Ben Hardy

Benedict Cumberbatch

Bill Skarsgard

Bryan May

Chadwick Boseman

Charlie Hunnam

Chris Evans

Chris Hemsworth

Chris Pine

Chris Pratt

Christian Slater

Cillian Murphy

Corey Haim

Dave Franco

Dylan O’Brien

Eddie Redmayne

Evan Peters

Finn Cole

Fionn Whitehead

Freddie Mercury

Gwilym Lee

Harry Styles

Heath Ledger

Henry Cavill

Kit Harington

Jack Lowden

Jack Whitehall

Jake Gyllenhaal

James Franco

Jamie Dornan

Jared Leto

Jared Padalecki

Jensen Ackles

Joe Mazzello

John Boyega

John Cole

John Deacon

Johnathan Brandis

Leonardo DiCaprio (present and past)

Logan Lerman

Lucas Till

Margot Robbie

Matt Damon (present and past)

Milo Ventimiglia

Misha Collins

Paul Bettany

Paul Rudd

Rami Malek

Richard Madden

River Phoenix

Rob Benedict

Rob Lowe

Robert Downey Jr.

Roger Taylor

Russel Howard

Ryan Reynolds

Scott Eastwood

Sebastian Stand

Shannon Leto

Taron Egerton

Theo James

Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Timothée Chalamet

Tom Glynn-Carney

Tom Hardy

Tom Hiddleston

Tom Holland

Travis Fimmel

Wentworth Miller

TV Shows

American Horror Story

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Rory Monahan

Tate Langdon

Animal Kingdom

Baz Brown/Blackwell

Craig Cody

Deran Cody

J Cody

Pope Cody

Peaky Blinders

Alfie Solomons

Arthur Shelby

Finn Shelby

John Shelby

Luca Changretta

Michael Gray

Thomas Shelby

Prison Break

Lincoln Burrows

L.J. Burrows

Michael Scofield

T-Bag

Whip

Sherlock

John Watson

Sherlock Holmes

Suits

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

Supernatural

Adam Milligan

Castiel

Chuck Shurley

Crowley

Dean Winchester

John Winchester (old and young)

Lucifer

Michael

Rafael

Sam Winchester

Vikings

Bishop Heahmund

Bjorn Ironside

Floki

Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Ivar The Boneless

Ragnar Lothbrok

Ubbe Ragnarsson

Movies/Fandoms and Characters

Bohemian Rhapsody

Brian May

Roger Taylor

John Deacon

Freddie Mercury

Marvel

Avengers (including all Avengers movies like Thor, Iron Man, etc.)

Bruce Banner/The Hulk

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker/Spiderman (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield)

T’Challa Udaku/Black Panther

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark/Iron Man

Sam Wilson/Falcon

Scott Lang/Ant-Man

Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Vision

Deadpool

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Guardians of the Galaxy

Baby Groot

Groot

Peter Quil/Star-Lord

Rocket

X-Men

Alex Summers/Havok

Charles Xavier/Professor X

Hank McCoy/Beast

Logan/Wolverine

Suicide Squad

Harley Quinn

Dunkirk

I’m looking forward to all your requests :)

I hope you have a great day!

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