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the-fo0l · 8 months

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Micheal Scofield dating hcs

notes: it's criminal crazy kooky insane how little content there is for this show

warnings: gn reader, s1 lore, super soft fluff!!!! also idc if u think its out of charater let me be delulu

he's so babygirl

a very devoted boyfriend (im pretty sure i say that in all my hcs but its true!!)

just so soft and polite and gentle with you aaaaa

doesn't notice just how hard he's fallen for you until he has to be apart from you a long while

such a gentleman, his intentions towards you are always respectful

before you we're offical he had quite the crush on you

sometimes you could notice that cool, calm, witty demeanor of his becoming more bashful and jittery around you

daydreamed a lot about you and your potential future together. what it'd be like to live with you, to start the day by your side, how you'd show affection, how you'd express diffrent emotions, what you'd talk about, your niche interests and quirks— etc

slightly creepy but he did do a bit of research on you to make sure he hit it off with you as best as he could

always says good night and good morning, over text if not in person

just imagine waking up, still cuddling, but with a little distance so he can properly take in your sleepy morning face

him just gazing at you so lovingly, his gentle smile growing a little bigger seeing you open your eyes, then moving one hand from your waist to caress your cheek and murmur "good morning" with his sultry morning voice

GOOD LORDDD

he developed a new-found love for his job when you two started dating cause thanks to it he can properly provide for you

and provide he does

doesn't think you should have to work a day in your life (unless you wanted to)

he'd hate for you to stay at a job you're miserable at

super proud of you for all your accomplishments

when you have to seperate while walking to avoid something in the street, be immediately reaches back to interwine your fingers again

expresses all love languages in some way but 'acts of service' is his main one

amazing at gift giving and romantic gestures

just when you think he can't possibly out-do last year's anniversary/birthday gift he suprises you with something super elaborate and meaningful

absent-mindedly makes origami flowers for you at work. you'll also find them all over your apartment, some hidden, some in plain sight

at some point he started writing messages on them. some with the most loving praise you've ever heard and some w cheesy pickup lines

p.s. he grins ear to ear when he finds out you've got a special box for them all instead of throwing them away

when you're both still a little tired in the morning, or when either of you comes home after a long day, he peppers delicate kisses all over your face, ending with a deeper kiss to your lips

your touch just makes all the headaches of his day-to-day melt away

also takes both your hands and kisses your knuckles while looking at you with all the love and admiration in the world god lord

okay enough with the kissing!

always opens doors for you

compliments you often, and always uses words like stunning or beautiful instead of "hot

loves making you flustered with praise

he's an amazing listener, and he looooves listening to you talk

also, he's quite intense with the eye-contact

he thinks you're the most gorgeos person in the world what can i say

it might seem like he's not paying attention sometimes cause of how lost-in-your-eyes he seems but i assure you he remembers every little thing you say

nods along and hums a little to let you know he's listening

"i remember you said you liked this, so i got it for you" typa guy

you're happy = he's happy

will often sometimes call you to talk about nothing really important, more just for the sake of hearing your voice

and if you're not much of a talker that's fine too, the silent moments you share are never awkward

he's canonically super observant, so if you changed anything about your apperance or if you were in a bad mood he'd notice right away, even if you tried to hide it

great at comfort too, that silky-smooth voice of his knows exactly what to say

he's a very handsome guy (i mean cmon just look at him) so he tends to get hit-on quite a bit

he'd always brushed it off before but ever since he set his sights on you he's been very adamant on very clearly and quickly rejecting others' attempts

when he was making plans to break linc out of prison, a huge amount of his focus went to making sure you were kept safe during the whole process

having you be there from him after news broke and after linc got the death sentence already meant so much to him

so when he trusted you the broad strokes of his plan, and you supported him??? ohmygod this man fell in love with you all over again

yes, he was worried, but he had to tell you, spending days obsessing over prison schematics and getting full body tattoos is rather hard to hide from the love of your life after all

granted, he could have broken up with you and tried to rekindle after he'd escaped, but be fr he could never bring himself to dump you

you never know what may go wrong, and his love for you wasn't exactly a secret, so he took every precaution he could (as in like if someone wanted to harm you cause of your association with him)

he was still super anxious to let go of you

gave you the most passionate and desperate kiss before he went to prison

gets really really homesick for you

calls you whenever he can

would sometimes get teary-eyed from how hard he misses you before falling asleep in his bunk

would lose his mind if something didn't go according to his carefully constructed plan and put you at risk, cause there's not much he can do to control what happens outside foxriver. if t-bag ever found out about you he'd. freak. out.

he's willing to go to great lengths for the people he cares about (it's like the whole plot of the show), so you'd better not play w his beloved

on the rare occasions he has down-time in prison his thoughts always go to you and what you might be up to

he's surrounded by murderers daily and has the gall to be worried about you

sucre would pester him about his love-life a lot. insisting that he recognized yearning in michael's distant expression and saying that no single man could've helped him woo maricruz with that letter (michael writes love letters for you too)

sucre does eventually pull it out of michael and becomes just the biggest supporter of your relationship

this was kinda messy huh

#we're both infj tehehe #michael scofield x reader #michael scofield headcanons #prison break x reader #michael scofield fluff #sucre's obsessed w the romance here #i remember having a LOT of inspo for linc while watching vit now i dont rememberrrrrr

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apprenticestanheight · 9 months

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I don't really know if there's much of an audience for this particular fandom as it's been nearly eighteen years since the show first aired but if there is an audience:

my requests are officially open to characters from Prison Break! I'm willing to write for nearly every single one of the prison break crew but I am especially willing to write requests for Michael, Lincoln, Sucre and Sarah so if you have any ideas concerning those four, feel free to shoot them into my inbox! I've got a few ideas for Michael already but I'd love to hear other peoples if anyones got any!

#prison break #michael scofield #michael scofield x reader #fernando sucre #fernando sucre x reader #lincoln burrows #lincoln burrows x reader #sara tancredi #sara tancredi x reader

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nonclassyparty · 8 months

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man with the plan (j.wy) - prologue

Summary: "Don't forget Pretty, I'm serving life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape, I'll throw in a homicide in there as well with no problem, that’s like a parking ticket to me." When your brother ends up in jail for a murder he didn't commit, the only thing left for you to do is to find a way to break him out. But after a perfect plan is set in motion, you don't expect a romantic variable to get added into the equation.

Pairing: jung wooyoung x fem. reader, jeong yunho x reader (but if u squint)

Status: coming soon (i hope)

Taglist: if you'd like to be added just reply below! c:

A/N: this is very obviously inspired by prison break ( my favorite show on planet earth), y/n will be very much inspired by michael scofield and i (unfortunately) don't own nor the show nor michael scofield. anyways! wooyoung is the love interest (surprise surprise) but the rest of atz will be present. please let me know if this is something you'd be interested in reading. if i do continue writing it, i plan for it to be written in 3 parts each consisting of 7-9 chapters!

MY MAIN MASTERLIST! // AO3

(prologue)

The buzzing of the tattoo machine is the only thing interrupting the silence in the dark parlor as the needle continues prodding at the skin of your shoulder and makes you grip the chair you sit on.

It used to hurt. A lot. Now, the pain is reduced to a light sting as you suppose you've gotten used to it.

"Almost done. Just finishing touches now." Chao comforts from behind you, soft breath hitting your exposed skin as he wipes away the excess ink.

You only nod in response, never having much to say to him despite his best efforts.

"You know, you've been coming here for almost a year and barely said a word." He comments while he works. "Asking me to work after closing hours and everything, I would've expected to at least get to know you better."

You try to hold back an eye roll as you give him a bland look over your shoulder, eyes coasting over the tattoo of a dragon curling around his neck and disappearing behind his long hair.

"That's why I'm paying you almost double." Is your only response as you play with the sleeves of the button up pooling around your waist.

"So, you're telling me that after tonight, you'll just walk out of here and I'll never see you again?"

"Something like that." You murmur and he huffs behind you.

"I've never done a tattoo this big on a girl before." He continues, always keen on talking even if all he gets is quiet 'mhm's and 'ah's in response. "For a first-timer especially. Usually, it's a name of a boyfriend which they later regret or something artsy but shallow, like a butterfly or some shit."

A smirk tugs on your lips as you peek at him over your shoulder again, "Are you really trying to tell me I'm not like the other girls, right now?"

He grins and it makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. Chao was fairly attractive, handsome in that bad boy-ish type of way where you know he'll definitely put you through hell but you'd have fun with it.

It's unfortunate that you're not in the mood to think about anything like that anymore. You haven't been for the last eighteen months.

"You never even told me what the tatt was all about..." He trails off, bandaging your shoulder up and your eyes fall to the tiles below your feet. "I mean, look at all of this..."

You presume he means the tattoo starting from your lower back, curling around the shoulders and cascading down your arms, stopping at the wrists. The numbers laid over thin lines, intertwined with thicker ones, curling around letters like a snake and creating a piece that no-one can see.

No-one except for you.

It's about my brother's future, you think to yourself.

"It doesn't mean anything. Just thought it would look cool." You chuckle, sliding your hands through the sleeves of your shirt and working on buttoning yourself up, covering the tattoo from the artist who worked relentlessly to stitch it onto you. You turn to him, pulling your hair out from the collar of the shirt as you smile at him. "I guess I'm like all the other girls as well."

Chao stares at you in wonder before his eyes fall to the wad of cash you pull out from your bag and hold out to him.

"Thank you, Chao. You've done a great job."

He sighs again, "It would've been done a lot sooner if it wasn't for your constant nitpicking."

You grin at him while pulling on your jacket and slinging your bag over your shoulder. "What can I say, I'm a perfectionist."

Giving him one last wave, you disappear from the shop.

18 months ago;

The collar of your white button up feels like it's strangling you as the buzzer echoes through the stuffy room and two guards appear through the door, dragging him in and sitting him down in the chair opposite of you, making sure to cuff him to the table.

There is only glass separating you but it feels like he's miles away.

Jongho's eyes are dull when they meet your own, dark circles hanging below them and hair messy.

"Y/N..." You have to look the other way, to stop the ugly tears from falling as your heart constricts at his familiar voice.

You haven't seen him since the trial. Didn't have the courage to step anywhere near these walls.

A facility with maximum level security for the biggest scum that roamed your country and wretched chaos on innocent people, inflicted pain and sorrow, terrorized society in the worst of ways.

And now, your brother was one of them.

The person who raised you, took care of you when no-one else did, was serving a life sentence.

Finally gathering the guts to look at him, you clench your jaw and try to ignore the desperation in his eyes. The dark blue uniform engulfs him and is a deep contrast to his usually tanner skin that turned almost ghastly pale just after a week of being in there.

"Did you do it?" You whisper and Jongho looks at you like you just slapped him. His eyes water and he looks absolutely devastated but you have to know. You have to know.

"No." He answers firmly, voice cracking as he blinks away the tears, he never was much of a crier. "No. Of course not."

Of course not.

He says that like it's unimaginable for him.

It was unimaginable to you as well up until three weeks ago.

With a record of petty crimes and a bad temperament, he had a knack for getting himself into trouble that he always managed to get himself out of one way or another. Except this time.

You always knew Jongho was in some deep shit, hanging around people that were bad for him and barely being able to hold onto an honest job for more than a month.

But that's all he was. A petty criminal with offences that never went past bar fights and getting into discourses with police officers who stop his car for going over the speed limit, not a murderer.

You can't even stop the tear that slides down your cheek as you huff at an attempt to laugh, it comes out choked.

"What about all the evidence then?" Your voice is hoarse as you speak in a hushed tone, recalling the first time you've seen the tape in court.

"I...Y/N, I don't know...All I can think is that someone set me up because I didn't do it, I swear." Jongho stresses, palms laid against the table, desperate for you to believe him. "He was my boss, for fuck's sake."

"He fired you a month before that." You harshly interrupt and he sighs, eyes falling shut as you continue to sniffle with a crumbled face, "What were you doing at his house?"

"Someone told me to go there- I-I thought he was going to give me my job back..." Jongho stutters, his own tears threatening to fall as he presses his lips together. For his lack of excuse or proper explanation, he really does look sincere.

You both sit in silence for a moment, you can almost feel the time you have with him trickling away.

That's all you'll have with him from now on. One hour per week, for the rest of his life and that's only if your time here isn't shared with Yeosang, if he ever decides to muster up the balls to see him.

You're not sure if you're willing to settle for that.

"Swear to me." You finally say, staring at him dead in the eye as his brows furrow, "Swear to me that you didn't do it."

Without a beat, "I didn't do it." Jongho responds, not breaking eye contact. You keep your gaze planted on his face, observing it for any signs of dishonesty. But you fail to find any. "Y/N, I didn't do it. I swear to you."

You stare at him for a second longer before your gaze flies behind him, there are three guards in total in the room. One behind the counter, two by the door.

Your gaze returns to Jongho, who doesn't move a muscle, still looking at you in desperation and what you can only recognize as fear.

He looks a lot younger now, like the Jongho who used to shake every time you two would be on your way to a new foster family. The Jongho that you know was scared to the bones but never wanted to show it for your sake.

You can't lose your older brother.

"Okay."

You throw the keys into the bowl near the front door and with a tired sigh kick off your shoes before walking further into your apartment.

The shoulder Chao just worked on ached like hell but the pain almost felt good, served as a reminder that you can't afford to be tired right now.

So without further ado, you walk into your office that when you first moved into the luxurious skyscraper overlooking Han River, was used for working from home or more like, working after you came home from work.

Now, the office served a different purpose completely.

Your eyes sweep over the filled out wall and window, both covered in an array of information and yellow post-it notes; a product of your relentless work and research over the last eighteen months.

Your hands twitch, you don't want to get rid of it. What if you missed something? What if you made a mistake somewhere? What if something managed to sneak away unnoticed by you?

But having it here, in plain sight where anyone who walks in and is nosy enough to look can see it, can end up being more dangerous than something unforeseen happening. Heck, you already had Mrs. Kim try to enter despite it being locked a couple of times.

You needed to lose every trace or connection to that prison and the people inside of it, with the exception of Jongho, before Monday.

Besides, what would be the point of Chao and the reason you almost paid him thirty grand? If you don't get rid of this stuff, it would almost be as if you flushed the money down the toilet.

So you grab an empty garbage bag and with a shaky sigh, start ripping down paper after paper, photo after photo and filling out the plastic bag. Article after article flashes before your eyes as the sound of papers ripping fills the room.

'Chungju Detention Center: Level 1', 'Choi Jongho Final Appeal Denied', 'Choi Jongho Convicted To Serve Life For Murder of-', 'Body of Son Changkyu found in his home-', 'Governor's Son Wins Humanitarian Award', 'Life sentence for Kim Hongjoong', 'Park Ha-ru Myth Still Alive Despite Conviction', 'Killer of VP Brother to Serve a Life Sentence at Chungju-'

Once the window is clean and the wall is bare again, only tiny holes from the tacks left as evidence that anything was ever there in the first place and with three bags worth of garbage, you stuff it into the fireplace and throw a match in right after.

You watch the key to your brother's future turn to ashes.

The buzzer makes you look up from your hands and you smile a little bit once your eyes meet Jongho's through the glass but it quickly turns to a frown once you notice the enormous bruise running down his jaw.

"Hey." He greets with a stiff smile as the guard cuffs him to the table and turns to walk away.

"What happened?" You jump to question him immediately and Jongho rolls his eyes with a low groan.

"It's not a big deal."

"They beat you up."

"Hey, maybe I was the one who was beating someone else up." He defends trying to lighten up the situation but the frown on your face doesn't budge and he sighs. "I got in a fight with one of the guys in the yard, it's not a big deal, Y/N, shit like that happens here-"

"It can't happen, Jongho. From now on, it can't happen." Now it's Jongho's turn to frown and you sigh, "You'll get thrown into solitary if it gets any worse and then I won't be able to-"

You stop yourself, eyes fleeting to the guard behind the counter. There are no wires surrounding the visitors area due to the building being so old, you would know, you made sure it was the first thing to check once you got your hands on the blueprints. But you can never be too careful.

"I won't be able to see you if you're in solitary." You say, voice gentle and Jongho's eyes soften before he gives you a nod in response.

"Alright, no fighting back, I'll just let them beat me to a pulp then I guess." He shrugs and you roll your eyes. Typical.

"You know that's not what I meant but that smartass attitude is the thing that might be getting you in trouble in the yard in the first place." You quickly retort with a glare as he huffs.

"How's your cellmate?" You ask and Jongho, as he always does when you ask about his roommate, looks confused but today, it's something else as well.

"Oh, I'm actually getting a new one." You freeze at that, blinking rapidly a couple of times.

"What do you mean?"

"They're moving Jisung to the psych ward after he tried to off himself with his bedsheet." Jongho explains like he's talking about the weather and you gape at him, wondering just what goes on in there on the daily if a man trying to kill himself isn't anything out of the ordinary.

But then again, you're not all that worried about Jisung's mental health either but more for the fact that he's gone and now somebody else will take his place.

You can already see a small tiny piece of your tattoo being considered useless now.

But you can't let that bring you down. It's just a small hitch, nothing else.

"Well, do you know who's coming to take his place?" You ask, ignoring the way Jongho eyes you.

He shakes his head in response and your leg starts bouncing in anxiety.

"No, they're moving him in after lunch."

After lunch.

So, you won't know until...

One of the biggest pieces of the plan and it will be unsure until the said plan is set in motion.

Great.

You clear your throat, leaning closer and on instinct, Jongho copies you, "Listen, I won't be able to visit for awhile."

"Why?" Jongho questions, eyes boring into yours and you let out a small breath. "Are you going somewhere?"

"No." Your eyes stray to the two guards by the door, just a couple of feet away. "I just won't be able to visit you for awhile. Maybe. I'm working on preventing that but just in case I don't come next Friday, I wanted you to know."

Jongho eyes you suspiciously before he leans closer again, nose almost touching the glass. "Y/N, what the hell are you doing?"

You bite back a smile, amused that he just knows you, and that only makes Jongho more frustrated.

"Y/N, did you get yourself in some shit?" He hisses, looking over his shoulder to check if the guard is still by the door, "If you did, call Yeosang. He'll know what to do."

You scoff, "I'm not you to get myself in some shit. Relax, I got a new job."

"New job?" Jongho goes back to being confused, "Why can't you visit then? It's somewhere far away?"

You stare at him before nodding, "Something like that," You whisper.

"Oh, okay. I mean of course, your job is important." He nods and you feel your heart ache inside your chest at his slightly crestfallen face that he tries to cover up. "You're a structural engineer after all, they probably need you to design another fancy building, huh?"

You wish to tell him that you'll be there. You'll be closer to him than he thinks but you can't do any of that until you're properly inside those walls.

"Yeah." You nod, blinking away the tears. You clear your throat, glancing at the clock behind his head. "Hey, Jongho, remember how we used to talk to each other?"

He cocks his head in confusion.

"When we were kids, how we used to talk to each other. For example, when Soyoung was around and we didn't want her to understand."

Jongho's eyes gain some recognition but the confusion still remains on his face. Hesitantly, he bobs his head, "Yeah."

"Good," You nod, mouth perking up, "You might want to brush up on that."

Jongho opens his mouth to say something more but you're already waving over the guard.

You lean closer to him one more time, staring at his confused face through the glass to whisper;

"See you on Monday."

#wooyoung x reader #ateez imagine #ateez angst #ateez x reader #wooyoung imagine #wooyoung scenarios

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slytherbun · 3 years

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ruining - prison break: series

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

summary of series: eight years and five months is enough time to experience major life choices and decisions. it's also plenty to miss out on when getting caught and arrested. the biggest surprise of all though is when you're transported to a level-one maximum security prison strictly for males.

warning: this is somewhat a canon version of the story but not all of the storylines will feature or add up in this series. it will obviously not follow all of the prison break's original plots because of the way it has to be written to include reader.

another warning: there will be a slow burn between lincoln and reader due to the first season's events.

note: the brother's relationship will remain close and not be affected with their pursuance in reader.

another note: lincoln doesn't receive enough love so i wanted to make it a poly series. and i know the show is older and it won't get as many views but i hope this series will inspire you to watch the show on hulu! :)

season one

chapter zero: prologue

chapter one: coming soon.

and more chapters . . .

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random-imagines-blog · 3 years

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Imagine trying to help Michael Scofield with his illness.

After all of this time, all of the worrying, you finally knew what was wrong with Michael. He had been trying to hide his sickness, but as his partner, you had been able to see right through it. Taking him to the hospital. Hypothalamic Hamartoma.

And he would need to get surgery to remove the tumor from his brain. “I’m not doing it,” Michael would say, stubborn til the last, no matter how much you tried to get him to do it. “I’m not giving up now. We have to finish everything.”

“You’re not going to be able to do a goddamn thing if you’re dead,” You said, frowning. “Or even in the best case scenario, passing out all of the time. This is serious, not just losing a toe or a burn.”

“There’s no time!” Michael would argue, his eyes turned on you. He was in pain, it was evident, and he was fighting against it so hard. “I’ve just got to - get through the next couple of days, the next couple of stages-”

“If this was about wills, babe, I know that you would win. You can fight through anything but sometimes you have to lose a battle in order to win the war,” You would say, resting your head upon his shoulder. You just wanted to get through to him. You wanted him to live. You wanted him for the rest of your life. “And I’ll take care of you after, you know I will. And you’ll get better then we can figure all this out then-”

“I can’t,” Michael said, softly. “We have to break into the Company.”

“Fine,” You said, frowning, holding him closer. “But if anything happens to you, I’m bringing you back and saying I told you so. I mean it.”

“I know,” He said, and rubbed your arm gently, trying to reassure you that he knew what he was doing, despite the fact that neither of you knew how bad it could really get.

Requested by: @chughead101

#Michael Scofield #Michael Scofield imagines #Michael Scofield x reader #Prison Break #Prison Break imagines #TV #TV imagines #request #imagines #michaels #x reader

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icesoccerer · 7 years

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foxriverpenitentiary

Anybody knows what happened to the person who wrote michael scofield stories?

#michael scofield #michael scofield x reader #wentworth miller #michael scofield imagine

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rreader · 7 years

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Goodbye, my Love.

Pairing: Michael Scofield x Reader Fandom: Prison Break Warnings: angst :’)

Summary: Before going into Fox River, Michael has one last person to say goodbye to.

A/N: don’t judge me, I just couldn’t stop myself. It’s just something short and angsty, but I just asdfghjkl, I love this man so much. (added Michael to my fandoms page)

*****

“Yeah, mom, I'm home,” you smiled, standing in front of your door and rummaging through your handbag, to find your keys. “Yes, I'm opening the door right now. Okay, mom. Yeah. I love you, too. Goodnight,” you pushed open the door and shook your head.

No matter your age, your mom still wanted you to call when you got home safely.

A treasure, that woman.

You switched on the lights and threw the mail carelessly onto the small round-table next to the door, then you walked into the living room, still wearing your heels and dress, that you had been wearing in the bar.

Suddenly, the lamp in the living room got turned on. The one, next to your armchair. And while you were scared shitless for the first 3 seconds, a relieved sigh escaped you when you saw who it was.

“Michael..”

He smiled and got up from the chair, walking over to you, so he could greet you with a tight hug.

“You scared me, you know?” your arms went around his neck and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. God, you loved his perfume so much.

“I'm sorry. Didn't mean to.”

“I know.. Are you alright, though? I thought you were on a business trip?” you leaned back a bit, so you could look into his eyes, but his arms stayed right where they were, around your mid, holding you where you were. And the way he looked at you, like he was trying to remember this moment.

Trying to remember how you felt in his arms. The way your eyes shined when you looked at him, your beautiful smile. Every single detail.

“Came back an hour ago and wanted to see you.”

One of your hands came up on the side of his face, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone.

You knew that something was up, you always did with him.

Michael might always try his hardest to put on a mask to hide his feelings, but especially with you, that just didn't work. And to be honest, you didn’t want him to.

“Talk to me.. what's wrong?”

“Nothing,” he kissed your forehead, then pulled you back again, for another hug. “I love you, (Y/N). You know I do, right?”

“Michael, stop.. now you’re actually scaring me.”

He did stop talking. He only held you in his arms, breathing in the smell of your hair, for what felt like hours, before giving you a final, passionate kiss and whispering a “goodbye” into your ear.

Then he walked out of your door.

If only you had known then, that this would be the last time you'd see him for years.

#michael scofield x reader #michael scofield imagine #prison break imagine #michael scofield #prison break #pb imagine #reader #mine

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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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the-fo0l · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid dating hcs

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RESIDENT EVIL

yandere Ethan Winters headcanons

ethan winters fluff

yandere simp Ethan x reader

yandere wesker- soft possessive hcs

yandere wesker coming home to you

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NBC HANNIBAL

yandere Will Graham headcanons

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PRISON BREAK

michael scofield dating hcs

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HITMAN

playing cards w Diana and 47

lucas grey x reader headcanons

yandere agent 47 headcanons

yan!agent 47 x airheaded/princessy reader

yan!agent 47 getting the silent treatment

yan!agent 47 with brat/rebellious reader

yan!agent 47 x sleepy reader

agent 47 rescuing his darling hcs

"Thrill of the kill" 47 x nb!reader

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SLASHERS

yandere dbd Pyramid head headcanons

yandere dbd Micheal Myers headcanons

thomas hewitt drabble

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yandere Roman Sionis x reader

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ARCANE

"Your beauty never ever scared me" Silco x gn! reader

#masterlist

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fichtner-fics · 2 years

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Emotional Support (Alex Mahone)

Warnings: spoiler from 4x11, don’t tell me I didn’t warn you, otherwise only an unbearably cute Alex Mahone

[gif’s from here, tysm <3]

It was evening by the time the team came up with a workable, actionable plan to acquire the next data storage. They were well into the end of the meeting when, knowing what we had to do, Sara and I decided to start getting ready for bed. It was a rare day when we didn't plan late into the night, so we wanted to take advantage of any opportunity to get an early rest.

Tancredi retired to the boat, where she and Michael slept, and after a quick shower I started packing upstairs, where Alex and I had our shared bed. There were still traces of a quick dinner resting on the tables, so I started to clean that up. I could see the whole downstairs from up there, so I noticed when the rest of the team started to split up. Alex also got up from the desk at the other end, I thought he was coming up to join me, but he didn't – he sat next to Michael. As he settled in, our eyes met, and he sent a meaningful look in my direction. Frowning, I paused for a moment in mid-motion – I was shaking out the tablecloth – but I didn't want to, and the distance would have made it impossible for me to listen. And though I couldn't understand the words, Mahone's muffled voice reached me and filled me with happiness and calmness. Once again, I realized how much I loved everything about the man with the bright blue eyes sitting downstairs.

"We’re not going to let you down, Michael," I heard a little later, much louder than before. I turned around just the moment when he took his hand off the shoulder of our little group’s leader.

I had just finished wiping the table when the man came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I received a kiss between my neck and shoulder.

"I'm taking a shower," he whispered. "Will you wait me?"

“Of course," I replied just as softly. I got another soft kiss, and he was gone. I smiled.

By the time he was done, I was lying in bed, tucked in, just staring at the slate of the iron building. Nothing disturbed the silence, only soft conversation coming up to me from the boat, where Michael and Sara were settling in, and Glenn was still downstairs fiddling on his laptop. I was pondering the lack of personal space when Alex lifted the duvet and lay close to me.

"What are you thinking about?" he whispered, tapping my nose softly.

"Wondering why Glenn hasn't gone to bed yet," I grinned. I turned towards him and let the policeman lean over me protectively. "What did you say to Mike?" I glanced up at him.

Our friend was struggling with illness, and I knew he and Mahone didn't get along very well. That's why I was so curious to know what he had said to him – especially after the firm look I got.

"I was telling him about a former colleague of mine" he sighed a little. At first he didn't look at me but at his hand instead, which he laid on my stomach, but then his blue eyes locked with mine. Alex could carry the events of the past with him for a long time without telling others; I had never heard that story from him either. I became more and more interested. "About a supervisor, to be precise. He was my first boss at the office. He was also very ill. He was suffering from liver cancer, which came to light in the middle of a major case. He was just like Michael. One in the same." He rolled his eyes as he explained. I put my hand on his arm, stroking him with my fingers almost by reflex while listening intently. "The worst thing for him wasn't the fact that his body was turning on itself, not even the chemo, but the fact that he had to leave the office. He was afraid that if he left, the whole operation would fall apart. The results so far, everything they achieved. Afraid he wouldn't be able to catch the bad guys. Think about it, that investigation had been going on for five years. Undercover agents, everything you can imagine."

I was silent for a while, trying to take in and process what I was hearing. I was overwhelmed by the amount of concern he had for our friend and his former colleague as well, although I had no idea if he was aware of it or if it just came naturally, instinctively.

"It must have been incredibly difficult, for both of you," I finally sighed to break the sad silence. "To go through something like that when you get there, to your first job..." Alex pressed a kiss to my forehead, perhaps signalling that he understood, that he felt cared for. "I feel so sorry for Michael" I continued after a moment of silence.

"If what I said helped him even a little bit, or he understood what I was trying to say, I think it was worth it."

"Of course it was worth it" I looked up at him encouragingly. "It was nice of you to sit down and talk to him. You're wonderful" I blinked, touched.

"I was just trying to cheer him up" he replied shyly.

"That's why I love you so much, see?" I smiled softly. I covered his face with my palm and Mahone leaned his head on it.

After a few seconds, he leaned in closer and this time we finally exchanged a kiss, but not just the usual quick peck. Our tongues played with each other, and we enjoyed every moment when there was no one else. Alex's free hand began to wander my side, and I ran my fingers through his hair. We stayed like that for a long time, enjoying the rare occasion when we could be a real couple.

When I felt him slowly pull away, every nerve in me began to protest.

"I miss you" I whispered immediately as Mahone's lips parted from mine. I kept my eyes closed until I was pleasantly surprised to receive a long kiss on the centre of my forehead. Other than that, my partner said nothing, but I suspected that his thoughts were racing just as fast as mine were.

#Alex Mahone #Alexander Mahone #Prison Break #Michael Scofield #4x11 #spoilers #fanfiction #fanfic #fichtner-fics #William Fichtner #Bill Fichtner #Fichtner #illness #encouraging #in love #x reader #alex mahone x reader #alexander mahone x reader

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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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darlingpetao3 · 6 years

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Lifeguard Legend (Leonard Snart x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: When an accident finds you falling into the pool and unable to swim, one watchful stranger is quick to jump into action.

~gif does not belong to me - all credit to the owner(s)~

Your friends have been dying to go swimming at the community pool for quite some time and today is finally the day the special outing works for everyone’s schedules. You always give the excuse that you would never set foot in that gross contaminated cesspool even if someone paid you. But the truth? The truth is that you can’t swim.

Although, you’re more than happy to lay on one of the lounge chairs while reading a book as your pals splash around. Maybe you’ll even get a tan while you’re at it.

(Y/N)!” Your friends beckon you over at one point, now climbing up the ladder to get out of the water. Of course they have to be over at the deep end. It worries you endlessly. You carefully walk to the edge of the pool.

“Could you grab us a couple of combos, please?” your one friend asks. “We’re going to go dry off and change.”

“Sure,” you say, “the usual?”

“You’re the best!”

And with that, they all run off to the changing rooms, but you call out after them, “Don’t run-!” Pivoting on your foot too fast, you slip and fall backward into the pool, everything around you feeling like slow motion.

You flail in the water, trying desperately to keep your head above the water. Your entire body screams in panic. You don’t know what to do, but you do know that you’re yelling for help when there isn’t water trying to fill your mouth. But it isn’t enough. You’re starting to sink.

With the water in your ears, you hear a muffled splash, and a moment later, feel a strong arm wrap around your middle while the other aides in helping you both up to the surface. You spit the water from your mouth and gasp for air as the man who holds you wades back to the safety of the pool’s edge. Gripping the wall, you cough and attempt to catch your breath.

The man - a stony, mischievous face and a buzz cut - keeps his hand on your back.

“I- thank you,” you say, totally frozen at the look your saviour is giving you.

“Ahh, don’t mention it,” he says. “Can’t have a beautiful woman drowning on my watch.”

“Are you the lifeguard?”

“Far from it, sweetheart.” The man helps you up and out of the pool. “Anyone got a towel?” he demands from the onlookers, then snatches one from a teen and wraps it around your shoulders.

“Thanks…” you say, “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“Call me Leonard.”

“Thank you again, Leonard. You saved my life. You’re a real hero.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” he says with a smirk, “but if it makes you feel better, sure, babe, I’ll be your hero.”

Anonymous Request: Snart x Reader where she can't swim and he saves her from drowning please?

#reader insert #anon request #leonard snart x reader #leonard snart imagine #leonard snart & reader #the flash imagine #the flash fanfiction #legends of tomorrow imagine #legends of tomorrow fanfiction #i realize the gif is michael scofield but it fits the mood so there XD

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blondie20000 · 2 years

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Blondie’s Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist. 😁

Some of the fics are categorised into collections. Click on the collection and it will reveal a list of fics.

Football

Jack Grealish x Reader Collection

Mason Mount x Reader Collection

It Takes Three to Tango - Jack Grealish x Reader x Mason Mount (No Slash, smut)

Morning Swim - Ben Chilwell x Reader (Smut)

The Vampire Diaries

Wait No More - Damon Salvatore x Bonnie Bennett (Smut)

Fast and Furious

Can you Dance - Luke Hobbs x Hattie Shaw (Slight smut)

Birthday Boy - Billy Batson x Diana Prince (Smut)

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Collection

The Last of Us

Strictly Business - Joel Miller x Reader (Smut)

Jumper

Everywhere - David Rice x Reader (Smut)

One Chicago

Best Course of Treatment- Crockett Marcel x Reader (Smut)

Work and Play - Kelly Severide x Reader (Smut)

Marvel

Steggy Collection - Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

Sylki Collection - Loki x Sylvie

Bucklena Collection - Bucky Barnes x Yelena Belova

Loki TV Show Collection - Gen Fics

Green Goddess - Bucky Barnes x Jennifer Walters (Smut)

Moon Rider - Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly x Steven Grant (Smut)

Actions Speak Louder than Words - Loki x Wanda Maximoff (Smut)

Love Never Dies - Stephen Strange x Wanda Maximoff (Smut)

Lucifer

The Devil’s Twin - Lucifer Morningstar x Chloe Decker (Angst, slight smut)

Supernatural

Chestervelle Collection - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Deonna Collection - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Michaen Collection - Dean Winchester x Michael

SamJess Collection - Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore

Saileen Collection - Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy

Gabrena Collection- Rowena MacLeod x Gabriel

Ketchwena Collection- Arthur Ketch x Rowena MacLeod

AU Michael x Reader Collection

SPN Gen One Shot Collection

The Walking Dead

A New Beginning - Daryl Dixon, Negan, Judith Grimes, Lydia, Carol Peletier (Friendship, family)

Crossovers:

Chasing Ghosts: Supernatural & Criminal Minds - Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner (Action, Gen)

Cell Mate: Supernatural & Prison Break - Michael Scofield, Dean Winchester (Friendship, Gen)

When Nathan met Bela: Supernatural & Uncharted (Video game version) - Nathan Drake x Bela Talbot (Smut)

The Devil and The Goddess of Mischief: Loki & Lucifer - Sylvie, Lucifer Morningstar (Family, friendship)

Every Queen needs Their King: Marvel & Supernatural - Loki x Abaddon (Some smut, angst, dark fic)

The Unusual Suspect: Barbie & Lucifer - Ken, Lucifer Morningstar, Chloe Decker, Ella Lopez (Humour)

Multichapter/Series

Supernatural

Series multichapter

Cutie Pie Universe

Who is a Wee Cutie Pie? (Complete)

I Put a Spell on You (A bonus chapter. Complete)

Special Delivery (Sequel one shot. Complete)

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Sequel, one shot. Complete)

Dean says yes to our Michael

One Time Deal (Book 1 complete)

Nothing Else Matters (Book 2 complete)

Family First (Book 3 currently in progress)

The Bad Place Series (Crossover The Walking Dead)

The Bad Place (Complete)

All Out War (Sequel currently in progress)

ScoobyNatural (Crossover Scooby Doo)

Sam and Dean Where are you? (Complete)

Scooby Doo in the Real World (Sequel complete)

HalloNatural series (Crossover Halloween)

HalloNatural (Complete)

HalloNatural 2: The Revenge of Michael Myers (Sequel complete)

The French Mistake Series

The French Mistake 2: An Archangel Nightmare (Complete)

The Heavenly Mistake (Sequel complete)

Sizeshifter Dean

A Change in a Man (Complete)

An Officer and a Brit (A bonus one shot. Complete)

The Winchester Clause Universe (Crossover The Santa Clause)

The Winchester Clause (Complete)

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (Bonus one shot. Complete)

Mutilchapter

Your Wish is my Command (Crossover Aladdin. Complete)

My Dear Sam (Complete)

Red Rose (Complete)

Black (Complete)

The Savior (Currently in progress)

The Price you Pay (Currently in progress)

Witch Hunter (Crossover Charmed reboot. Currently in progress)

#fanfiction #Football Fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #prison break fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #last of us fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #uncharted fanfiction #fast and furious fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #aladdin fanfiction #charmed 2018 fanfiction #chicago med fanfiction #chicago fire fanfic #marvel fanfiction

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