#Michael scofield imagines

[chiquita99]

*PMS-ing*

Summary: it is that time of the month

⚠️Warning⚠️ None

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You were cozy on the cream suede couch with a fleece blanket and some chocolate, watching The Vampire Diaries.

You had popped some extra strength tylenol and it just started numbing the pain.

Finally some relief ugh.

Your husband wanted to get frisky last night but you couldn't allow that level of intimacy due to pain.

The first day is always the most brutal.

The sound of the front door opening, made you turn your head, even though you knew it was your husband.

"How was your day babe, do you feel better?" Michael asked as he entered the house and removed his jacket.

"I'm alive" you sigh and lay into your soft body billow.

He comes over and kisses the top of your head, then hands you a pack of Hershey kiss chocolates.

"Thank you hun" you smile softly.

"Anything for you sweetheart" he smiled back and sat in the spot next to you.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, making you let go of your pillow.

He looked at the scene on the TV and asked "what team are you? Damon or Stefan?".

You hummed and then replied " [your choice] ".

"If I were a girl, I'd be team Damon" he smirked.

"Really? Why?" You quizzed and looked at him with your soft eyes.

He gave you a quick peck on the lips.

"Damon would burn the world for his woman. I would also"

You snuggle more into his side and he rests his head against yours.

You both shared a few moments of silence. Taking in the day.

"How was work?" You ask him.

He hummed in thought before responding, "it was pretty okay. I was going over blueprints for a beautiful Mediterranean tower a husband wanted to build his wife"

He looked down to his cheek and gently moved a piece of hair that fell into your face.

You smile at the romantic gesture. It was sweet to see what a person would do for another.

"What would you like for dinner babe?" Michael asked.

"I think I have chicken in the fridge" you tell him and get out of your comfy spot.

"Oh babe, you didn't have to worry about it right this minute" Michael said and got up with you.

He followed you into the kitchen.

You opened the fridge and quickly skimmed the contents.

"Oh f**ks sake" you curse in frustration.

You forgot to pull the chicken from the freezer to thaw.

"What is wrong??" He asked in confusion.

You face palm and shake your head in anger.

Tears then start falling from your eyes.

Michael is stunned and doesn't know what to do.

His eyes glued to you.

"Babe" he says.

"Babe"

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest.

You start balling and sobbing into his blue dress shirt.

He cooes you like you would a baby, and he strokes your hair.

"We will get chinese food. We can get starbucks. Do you want pizza?.....um do you need a burger?" He starts babbling.

You shake your head no into his chest and cry some more.

"I'll get your chocolate from the livingroom" he says and goes to grab your chocolate in a rush.

He returns in a jiffy and is unwrapping the foil on the chocolate to give to you.

You push his hand away that carried the chocolate.

He still had a bewildered look on his face.

He looks into space before undoing his belt.

"Is it sex you need?" He asked, fumbling the buckle.

Your tears stopped pouring and you couldn't help but let a giggle slip.

"I heard sometimes women get upset when they need more sex. I mean, I can give it right here on the counter"

You put your hand on his and he stops.

"No baby, it is just hormones" you tell him softly.

"I'm sorry" you sniffle.

"Don't say sorry baby. I understand" he tells you and pulls you into a hug again.

"It's a build up of not feeling good last night, forgetting things, and the extra feelings that are present at this time of the month" you say.

"I understand what you're saying" he assures, "pick out delivery, we'll finish your show, do some cuddles and kisses, and if you're up for it.........." he winks at you.

He plants a sweet kiss on your lips.

"Yes, I need some papi time" you giggle

[kyleoreillylover]

Hell is Easier with You

Michael Scofield x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: You get hurt while exploring in the vents, and Michael has to take hurt you in order to take care of you. But you realize going through hell is easier with him by your side.

a/n: writing for other things than the wwe now, but lemme know if you also wanna be tagged in those!!

warnings: burn, injury, etc.

The plan was in motion. Every minute, every breath in this cell felt like it was ticking down the clock to Lincoln's execution. It was getting tighter, the pressure, the weight on your shoulders. You and Michael were locked in your cell, side by side. Silent, focused, but there was always that unspoken connection between you both—a bond that ran deeper than the walls around you.

He trusted you, and you trusted him. That’s why when he couldn’t check out the vents himself, you stepped up. There wasn’t time for hesitation, not with Lincoln's life on the line. But you didn’t expect the guards to be in the vents tonight.

Moving silently through the dim light of the prison, you crawled through the tight, suffocating space. It was hot, sweltering, but you had no choice but to push through. You were almost out when you heard the low mutter of voices—guards. You froze, heart pounding, palms sweaty, as they came closer.

Shit.

Your mind raced, body tensing, as you leaned too far into the hot metal pipes lining the vent, trying to avoid being seen. Pain shot through your body as the heat scorched your side.

The smell of burning fabric and flesh hit you instantly, but you bit your lip hard, refusing to scream, refusing to make a sound. Every instinct was telling you to cry out, but you swallowed it down, jaw clenched, eyes watering as you leaned away from the searing metal.

You couldn’t be discovered. Not here. Not now. Not when everything was so close to falling apart. So you gritted your teeth, forced yourself to crawl back, every movement agony, and made your way back to the hole that led into the cell.

When you slipped back into the small space you shared with Michael, the pain was excruciating, but you tried to steady your breath. You couldn’t fall apart now. You didn’t want to worry him—not when he already carried so much.

But as soon as Michael returned, one look at you and he knew something was wrong. He stepped closer, his eyes scanning your face with that familiar intensity, always so aware, always so protective.

"Are you okay?" he asked, voice low but firm. His gaze dropped to the side of your shirt, and he noticed the fabric stuck to your skin, the charred mark spreading across your side.

You flinched under his scrutiny, trying to brush it off. "It's fine. I just—it's nothing, Michael."

But it wasn’t nothing, and he knew it.

“Let me see,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. He gently lifted the side of your shirt, wincing when he saw the burn beneath it. His fingers hovered over the edge of the fabric, the torn and melted fabric clinging to your skin.

You tried to pull back, knowing what came next. "Michael, I’m fine—"

“You’re not fine,” he cut you off, his voice still low, but now laced with that familiar edge of concern. He was already moving, grabbing the sheet from the bunk and hanging it up across the cell for privacy. There was no one he trusted, no one allowed to see you like this except him.

“Michael, please—don’t," you whispered, the panic rising in your voice as you realized what he had to do. The pain was overwhelming now, the thought of peeling the fabric from your burned skin enough to make you feel lightheaded. "Just leave it. I’ll handle it."

But Michael knelt down in front of you, calm and steady. “I have to, okay? I need to get this off before it gets worse." He reached for you, pulling you gently into his lap, his arms wrapping around you with a quiet strength. "I’ll be as careful as I can. I promise.”

Tears blurred your vision, the burn throbbing with every heartbeat, but you couldn’t fight him on this. He was right. The fabric had to come off, no matter how much it hurt. And God, it was going to hurt.

He shifted you slightly, making sure your chest was pressed firmly against his, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you in place. “Breathe, okay? Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

You nodded, though your body tensed in anticipation, your heart pounding so hard you thought it might burst from your chest. Michael’s hand moved to your side, fingers brushing against the edge of the burn. You jerked, the pain sharp, and he tightened his grip on you.

“Shhh,” he whispered softly, his breath warm against your ear. “I know it hurts, but I need you to hold still. Lean into me. I’m right here.”

You buried your face into his shoulder, every muscle in your body trembling as he slowly, carefully began to peel the fabric away from your skin. The pain was unbearable, a burning, searing agony that had you digging your nails into his arm, desperate for some kind of anchor.

A scream bubbled up in your throat, but you couldn’t let it out—not here, not with the guards so close. So you bit down on Michael’s shirt instead, muffling the sound as much as you could, tears streaming down your face.

“It’s okay,” Michael murmured, his voice a steady hum in your ear as he worked. “You’re doing great. Just a little more, I’m almost done. Stay with me.”

You were breathing hard now, your vision swimming as the pain made your head feel light.

"Stay with me," Michael repeated quickly, sensing the shift. He tipped your chin up gently, making you meet his gaze. "Don’t faint on me. Look at me, baby. Look at my eyes."

Your chest heaved as you fought to stay conscious, your gaze locking onto his. You focused on the cool, steady blue of his eyes, the way they always seemed to hold the weight of the world but still found room for you.

"I’m right here," Michael whispered, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "Just stay with me. You love my eyes, remember?"

Despite the pain, you gave a shaky laugh, but it ended in a choked sob as Michael gave the shirt one final rip, peeling it free from your burns.

You cried out, thrashing as the sharp agony ripped through you as you collapsed onto Michael even more than you already were. Michael caught you immediately, pulling you  further into his lap and wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he dared.

"It’s over," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. "It’s done. I’ve got you."

You clung to him, your body trembling from the aftermath of pain and exhaustion. Michael’s hand stroked up and down your back, his touch as light as possible, offering comfort in the only way he knew how.

"You did so good," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I’m so proud of you."

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, letting his steady heartbeat calm the frantic rhythm of your own. His arms felt like the safest place in the world, and for a moment, you let yourself forget the sting of the burns, the suffocating walls of the prison, and everything else except the feel of Michael holding you.

"You need to go to the infirmary," Michael said softly, though you could tell he didn’t want to let you go.

You groaned, not wanting to face the questions that would come with the injuries. "What are we even gonna say?"

Michael gave you a small, reassuring smile, though his eyes betrayed his worry. "Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it." 

His fingers brushed lightly over your hair, and he kissed the top of your head, lingering for a moment. "For now, just stay with me."

You shifted slightly, still aching but comforted by the way Michael held you so protectively. He rested his chin on your head, his arms never loosening their hold on you.

"You're safe," he whispered. "As long as I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you."

And in that moment, despite the pain, you knew he meant it.

[twohearts-hs]

Defying the Odds - Michael Scofield x Reader Series

Words in Total: 105k

Pairings: Michael Scofield x Reader: afab x reader

Synopsis: Y/N was a victim of the mob since the age of fifteen, however, falling in love with the wrong guy and having an argument got her 25 years in prison for murder. She had a plan to get out in faith of her husband until she met Michael Scofield, who, despite his plan, fell in love with her. Now she has the mob and Michael Scofield's escape to worry about. Based on Season 1 & 2 of 'Prison Break'.

Warnings: Swearing, Prison, Murder, Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Alcohol, Smut, Steamy Scenes etc. you know the deal...

Hope you enjoy :)

Wattpad Link

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

[mr-panda357]

So I like just started watching prison break completely unprompted but it feels like its literally everywhere on social media rn?! Like my tik Tok fyp keeps showing me stuff related to it and they were all made very recently, so obviously the fandom is alive and well?!? So my question is why there is like a serious lack of fanfics for it? Like I've found hardly anything on here or Ao3. 😔 (at least pertaining to Michael, who as the main character should probably have more stuff about them?!?)

[amis3k]

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S04E16 - Dog Days Are Over - Part C

More than fine, if that takedown towards the end of the episode is any indication.

"I smell a bad guy."

My god, where are you going?

Sadly, I never paid too much attention to what exactly Scofield's deal was. Apparently the place he was in was like an off-the-books shelter? And Joe did not report the lady who was running it, so that she could keep doing it.

This, I actually attribute to the fact that Charlie wasn't at his best. He didn't give the guy a second glance.

More Criminal Minds.

Flying doggo duo! Okay, sometimes they have some crazy ideas.

Louder, Charlie. She was what?

I still remember my disbelief that this was happening right then and there after I'd re-calculated and set my expectations accordingly mid-season because no way these idiots would be able to get their shit together in a few episodes.

I really like the hesitation before he speaks again, he makes it very obvious that it's difficult for him to come clean.

I'd have worked something else in there. I mean, the performances are good but I'd have written some more. Maybe something less passive too. Also, "want" is not what I'd have used. Or a generalization.

Having said that, if I was in Sarah's shoes, I don't know if I'd have received well the fact that he waited until she was with Michael to make a move either way. I've said it before. Okay, this is a story and with it come certain liberties, for example if the writers say that there's a couple that's meant to be and I'm not referring to this situation specifically, then they're meant to be and the audience has to go with it. But in real life when a guy waits until you get in a relationship with someone else to reveal his feelings, he's probably taken for granted that you'll always be available for him. Anyway, this is a reason why it's good that we see more Charlie's point of view than Sarah's because we can tell it's not that but also like I mentioned before, it does a disservice to Sarah because we don't know what she's thinking a lot of the time.

She's trying to decide which one of them is the bigger idiot.

Yes, of course, I believe you, darling. He made such a pause before saying Michael, maybe he wanted to say something like "that lucky bastard".

I would not have appreciated him bulldozing my life like that at this point when he had stayed silent for so long. Just saying. I'd have cussed him out at least.

"Fuckity fuck fuck."

The music in that scene was great.

Um, you'll be adopting the puppy on your own, I'm afraid (not).

lol sorry but this is funny. And it's also awkward because it's all done in the precinct, in the middle of the bullpen in fact, like imagine if Michael got angry and started yelling. Some people would have gossip fodder for weeks.

"Is there someone else..." Let's just say that your initial instincts were right, Michael.

The transition after "is there someone else" is the exact same one used from S02E18 when the wife of Sarah's professor asks her if there is a boyfriend.

Cue the pining fool (affectionate). Don't worry, you won't have to suffer for long. Unlike us who still had to suffer for months.

Are you guys going to kiss?

She came! Well, for the audience after the previous scene there's no question whether Sarah would appear there. But Charlie didn't know that. There's a question of how she would know. Maybe Charlie spends a lot of time there when he's sad? It's certainly a great view. And snowy! I love it, really. I love that Rex is there as well.

Of course I would have loved for them not to leave us on a cliffhanger because I totally spent the next five months considering various ways they could screw it up since they hadn't made anything certain. Again, while it's a quite famous show it's a relatively small production (if you were to compare it to your average internationally successful crime show, that is) so for me there are no guarantees and no "they will do this because it's been done this way". I can make a few relatively safe assumptions, like when they started the season that way, I could make the assumption about where they were headed and be quite confident about it, but there are no certainties. I think I've talked before about the season hitting certain plot points that were indicative of where Charlie and Sarah would end up.

I would have been surprised if they actually didn't go there after all this, though. Aside from my shippy heart which would have been shattered (yeah I'm being dramatic), there would have been obvious questions like, what were you doing all this for? However, if they'd started S5 by tentatively going towards them being a couple while not having them be a couple, I'd be satisfied with that too. Certainly, when one of them has already confessed their feelings and the other breaks up, you can't exactly go back to them being just friends with no explanation.

One thing that I will distinguish for this season? For the first time, we didn't end up at the same point we started. That was a nice change as for the last three seasons the only thing that would progress was Charlie and Rex's partnership which mostly happened because John Reardon and Diesel became more familiar with each other and could play off of each other better. As always, I would have liked an arc with a big bad but I'm coming to terms with the fact that it will never happen. I would have liked Charlie's actions to be explored more and into something other than "I'm acting out because the woman I like is with someone else". He's been through a lot in the span of a few seasons. It's not unrealistic to have issues from his experiences on the job. Besides, everyone was at one point or another worried about him. In the season finale everyone was worried about how he was taking the case and about his judgement but then this is magically resolved because he gets together with Sarah and we forget everything.

I liked the moments of tension in this season most of all. I never thought I'd miss that because in a regular crime show, there's usually a lot of that between characters. But yeah, Hudson and Rex needed these moments. And it doesn't have to be manufactured drama, when people work with each other all day, there's bound to be some friction.

I'm looking forward to S5, even though it's long as hell lol

[fake-russian-chick]

Guys… You know what I’m here for, right? Yeah, to talk about my current hyper fixation, Prison Break.

As always, spoilers for season 4 under the cut

I’m in the S04E23, and I have a hell of a lot to talk about it.

Firstly, Christina Scofield, I hate you like I never hated another character in my life, I hate you more than I hate Esther Mikaelson, and I never thought that would be possible. How can you think so low of Lincoln?!? Like, I get that you don’t feel maternal love for him, but why do you hate him so much?!? The guy used to go everyday to see you in the hospital, you ungrateful bitch.

Also, loved how Michael was totally ready to first drown and then shoot his own mother for Lincoln and the crew, but I kinda wished he had actually killed someone, maybe Christina herself, but I think that the General would be the perfect choice.

Secondly, WHEN IS MY BABYGIRL SARA GOING TO HAVE MORE THAN AN HOUR OF PEACE AND HAPINNESS?!? Just let her be happy, this woman already suffered so much.

Now, let’s talk about Mahone. Like, I love Mahone so freaking much, he’s my second favorite character, right after T-Bag, but we’ll get on that subject later on. Anyways, Mahone was perfect almost the entire season, but he fucked up now betraying Michael to have his job back, but considering that in the 4 years time-skip he was there with everyone, I imagine he redeemed himself, so I’m gonna wait and see.

Another thing, why in seven hells didn’t they showed us when Michael and Sara finally had sex?!? Me and my sis were waiting for that moment, and they just don’t show us?!? I’m outraged.

Ohh, and C-Note’s and Kellerman’s returns? I FUCKING SCREAMED in my living room. Loved it, and loved to have them back, together with my favorite boy Sucre

And lastly, for the moment everyone knew was coming, let’s discuss my dear T-Bag.

So, after like ten episodes of Teddy being the nice guy, he suddenly remembered that he’s a psycho and went three whole seasons back to how he was in Fox River, even doing the pocket thing? Like, I really don’t get. The writers took three seasons trying to redeem an irredeemable character, by stopping showing scenes of him trying to assault a child, and never again talking about the whole pet thing he used to do in prison, only to now throw all that in the trash by making him be that disgusting with Sara. And, of course, I have to mention what Sara said about T-Bag’s apparent neurologic ED, because I have a lot of questions. He can’t get it up if not by causing pain in someone? He can’t get it up at all? But then, he never had sex with Susan Hollander? And what about the mail woman? She seemed rather satisfied after having sex with him. And, I got a few spoilers, and don’t T-Bag has a son, or something like that? How can he have a son if he can’t get it up? Maybe he can do it, but it’s just hard, or doesn’t last long? So how was that woman so satisfied? Did he learned a few other tricks? Like I said, a lot of questions, and no answers.

I see now that I already wrote way too much, so here I say my goodbyes for now. Tomorrow when I finish the season and watch the movie, I obviously will have a lot to say.

Good night everyone, and kisses from Brazil

[mrsgreenworld]

So I've been off the radar here again. Life keeps being crazy and the dizi world has been so freaking disappointing, tbh. Been done with Safir for a while now. And then kinda took a little break from dizis all together. But I checked out a new Gülseren show - Sakla Beni. It's a psychological slaughter house so I don't think I'll be watching it. Got enough psycho mess in my actual life now.

I binge watched Yabani, courtesy of @lolo-deli 😁 It's a decent show that's got a fast moving plot but it's nothing more than that for me.

And then yesterday completely out of the blue I decided to rewatch the first season of Prison Break and was reminded how good shows could actually be. I was reminded how much I love Michael Scofield and why he's one of my favourite characters ever. Besides the fact that he's a freaking genius, he's so damn gorgeous, his eyes alone will one day become my undoing. And then there's his beautiful heart that's bigger than the freaking universe. Imagine being loved by someone like him. It's a privilege I don't believe exists. At least not for me.

[videofaceswapai]

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[chiquita99]

Prison Life Can Be Tough**

Summary: You are known as the wife of Michael Scofield. Unfortunately many people in your prison have a hate for him but you are the closest they can get to him. Michael fights for your survival.

⚠️ warnings ⚠️ None

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"Prison life can be tough" the warden states as she rises from her desk and walks to face Scofield.

Michael has his hands on his hips in a thinking matter.

"If I remember correctly, you have two missing toes that can attest to that" She stated.

"You're not listening to my words. Y/N is NOT SAFE HERE" Michael shouts and glares at the she warden dressed in a suit.

He regains composure and continues in a more calm tone.

"Please" he sighs, "please just approve the transfer to another facility. Too many people here have a hit for me and Y/N shouldnt receive that punishment".

The warden makes a face and replies "If I grant her a transfer, everybody's gonna want one".

Michael quickly tosses another option out "What about segregrated housing?"

The warden looks at him peculiarly and advances like predator to prey, "Is there something that I should know about the structural integrity of SHU?".

Michael scoffs in annoyance "I see where this is going".

"I know who you are. And I'm not going to let you turn my prison into the next Fox River" She tells him in a stone cold tone.

"All I'm trying to do, is keep my wife alive. Someone tried to posion her today and have you seen what marks are on her face" he replies and takes a step forward just as she did, "You do know she's pregnant".

"I don't care" she replies just as coldly.

Michael looks away in disbelief.

"In case I haven't made myself clear--Y/N Y/L/N is not getting any preferential treatment" the warden says as a final statement.

[Later]

"Hey baby" Michael smiles as you sit in the chair across from him at the conjugal table.

"Hi my love" you respond.

Michael focuses on the bruising that's on your face.

He raises his hand to your cheek and gently strokes where a nasty red mark sits.

You close your eyes and sigh.

Sigh in relief he is here but also at how unfortunate events have turned out in here.

"I'm sorry this is happening to you" he tells you, not being able to look away from the beating evident on your face.

"It is what it is" you respond.

Michael watches you bring the back of your hand to your mouth. It felt like you had to burp or vomit.

You close your eyes, focusing on something different than how you are feeling right now.

"What is it?" Michael questioned with concern.

"Only nausea" you tell him, "I think it's my stress and the baby".

"I understand baby" he says and puts his hand ontop of yours on the table.

"Anyone who touches you, will lose a lot more than they bargain for" Michael says gruffly.

"Don't be like that Michael. There's no good in both of us incarcerated" you tell him, one hand on your nauseous stomach.

"I'm getting you out of here" he whispers and squeezes your one hand firmly.

You scoff in frustration.

"What did I just say Michael" you tell him.

"We will dissappear in Dominican Republic and you can finish your pregnancy in peace" he smiles softly.

"Our babies will pick plantains off the farms and swim in the ocean while we sunbathe and get drunk off margaritas"

You hum a sweet smile, "I would love it".

"I'm going to make it happen baby" he assures you.

"When are you coming in?" You ask in a whisper.

"Tomorrow" he says.

[inmatemilkovich]

I'll find a way to get arrested just so I can go to CCJ. Can't stop thinking about you

Wow, hold on there Michael Scofield ! How will you know if the judge will send you here instead of another prison? Imagine you commit a crime and they put you somewhere else, what then? No man, quit it, bad idea. Don't fuck up your life because of me. Much better if you come visit me in person, this way we'll get to know each other, no rush. You can bring me some pizza from time to time, what do you think? I like Vito's pepperoni, extra cheese.

[twohearts-hs]

Defying The Odds: 7 - Michael Scofield x Reader Series

Words in Total: 6.6k

Pairings: Michael Scofield x Reader: afab x reader

Synopsis: Y/N was a victim of the mob since the age of fifteen, however, falling in love with the wrong guy and having an argument got her 25 years in prison for murder. She had a plan to get out in faith of her husband until she met Michael Scofield, who, despite his plan, fell in love with her. Now she has the mob and Michael Scofield's escape to worry about.

Warnings: Swearing, Prison, Intimacy, Murder, etc. you know the deal...

A/N: this is a complete series of ~105k words. Based on Season 1 & 2.

Hope you enjoy :)

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Y/N sat on her cot, staring at the small velvet box that had arrived for her just moments ago. Her hands trembled as she opened it, revealing a sleek, elegant watch nestled inside. It looked expensive.

            A note was nestled inside of it, and she took it out.

Doll,

Happy birthday

S.

It was just the kind of gift Sebastian would send. But her heart raced with unease as her eyes drifted to the face of the watch. Her heart dropped, watching it.

            This beautiful, sterling silver and 14k gold watch was not telling time.

            Instead, the digital display showed a countdown. Hours, minutes, and seconds tick away ominously.

            Y/N’s blood ran cold. It was her birthday, and of course, Sebastian would know that. He always did. But this was not just a gift. It was a message. A threat. The countdown mocked her, and she knew exactly what it meant – time was running out, and Sebastian was reminding her that no matter where she was, he was always one step ahead.

            Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as the seconds slipped away.

            Just then, she heard footsteps approaching her cell. She quickly closed the box, hiding it under the pillow. Michael stepped into her cell, his presence instantly calming, but Y/N could not shake the anxiety twisting in her gut.

            “Hey,” Michael greeted, his eyes softening as they landed on her. “You ok? You look…distracted.”

            Y/N forced a small smile, trying to steady her breathing. “I’m fine. Just…thinking.”

            Michael raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off. His eyes flickered over her, noticing the tension in her shoulders, the way her hands fidgeted in her lap. “What’s going on?” he asked gently, moving closer. “You’re not yourself.”

            Y/N shook her head, trying to wave it off. “It’s nothing,” she said, her voice a little too tight. “Just got…just got a birthday present.”

            Michael’s eyes widened slightly. “It’s your birthday?” he asked, small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Happy birthday.”

            Y/N nodded, trying to keep her voice steady. “Thanks.”

            Michael studied her for a moment, his brow furrowing as he sensed there was more she was not telling him. “So…what’d you get?”

            She hesitated, her fingers brushing over the pillow where the watch was hidden. She couldn’t tell him. Not about the countdown, not about Sebastian’s message. Michael had enough to worry about, the last thing she wanted was to drag him deeper into her mess.

            “It’s just a watch,” she said with a shrug, trying to keep her tone casual. “From my father…I haven’t seen him in a while. He was never really there…ever. So, kind of shocked me,” she whispered, lying through her teeth.

            Michael didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t push. “A watch, huh?” he said, his voice light. “Well, I didn’t get you anything so…how about I make it up to you later?”

            Y/N raised a brow, the hint of a smile ghosting her lips. “Make it up to me?”

            Michael grinned, stepping closer, his voice dropping as he whispered, “Shower, this afternoon. Just us. I’ll make sure it’s a birthday you won’t forget.”

            Usually, an offer like that would make Y/N’s heart race in a very different way, and she’d never say no to Michael’s intimate invitations. But today…today was different. The weight of Sebastian’s threat hung over her, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that came with the countdown ticking away under the pillow.

            She shook her head, her smile faltering. “I…I can’t, Michael. Not today. Thank you, though.”

            Michael’s expression shifted from playful to concerned in an instant. He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her. “You’re turning me down?” he asked, his voice soft, but edged with confusion. “That’s…not like you.”

            Y/N bit her lip, avoiding his gaze. “I’m…Michael, don’t make me say it,” she whispered, looking down.

            “Say what?” he mumbled.

            “I’m on my period,” she whispered the lie.

            Michael looked at her, seeing her body language. “That doesn’t make sense,” he admitted. “Then you’re early. Like really early.” Michael didn’t believe her. He could tell something was wrong – he always could. And the fact that she was pulling away from him, on her birthday no less, set off alarm bells in his mind. He crouched down, taking her hand in his. “Y/N,” he said gently, taking her hand in his. “Talk to me. What’s really going on?”

            Her heart pounded in her chest, and for a moment, she considered telling him the truth. But the fear of Sebastian’s reach, the power he still held over her, made her stay silent. She couldn’t drag Michael into this. She couldn’t let Sebastian win by putting Michael in danger.

            So instead, she forced a smile and shook her head. “I just keep thinking of my dad,” was her response. “How he hasn’t seen me since the trial and now he sends me a birthday present.”

            Michael didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push her either. He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Ok,” he said softly. “But if something’s bothering you, I want you to tell me. I’m here.”

            Y/N swallowed hard, her throat tight with emotion. “I know,” she whispered. Then she took his hand. “Tomorrow. Showers?” She knew she did not have tomorrow.

            He nodded. Michael lingered for a moment then his hand came to brush a strand of hair from her face. His touch was warm, comforting, and for a brief second, Y/N allowed herself to lean into it, wishing more than anything she could forget the countdown, about Sebastian, about everything.

            But the reality of her situation loomed over, and as Michael pulled away, she felt the weight of it settle back on her shoulders.

            “I’ll see you later,” he said, his voice soft but filled with concern.

            Y/N nodded, watching him leave the cell. The moment he was gone, her hands instinctively reached under the pillow, pulling out the box once again. She opened it, her eyes narrowing as she watched the seconds ticked down.

            Five hours…

            Whatever Sebastian had planned, it was coming.

            And she had to be ready.

-

Michael just told the team they had eighteen inches to go until they hit the pipe, which meant they were breaking out Friday. C-Note came in threatening them and asking about another hand. He got signed up by Abruzzi.

            “Now it looks like Darwin wins after all, eh, Fish?”

            Michael heard him but he glanced at the door then around him. Where was Y/N? His brows furrowed in concentration – except it wasn’t just the escape plan on his mind or the fact C-Note was here.

            He focused on his team and said, “Has anyone seen Y/N?” His tone was sharp, breaking the steady rhythm of work.

            Sucre looked from the ground to see Michael’s serious face. “I didn’t see her at lunch. Thought she skipped to read those books she’s been readin’. Maybe she took the day off?”

            “It’s her birthday,” Michael whispered more to himself. “She was frazzled about a gift she was sent from her father.”

            “Then she took the day off for her birthday,” Abruzzi said. “I don’t get that.”

            “She would’ve told me,” Michael said.

            “Y/N? The girl?” C-Note asked.

            “Yeah, Fish and her are an item,” Abruzzi stated. “Welcome to the club.”

            “I don’t think she’s taking the day off. She knows how important the job is,” Michael snapped, his nerves starting to fray.

            Abruzzi glanced over, his cool demeanour shifting slightly as he recognised the growing concern in Michael’s eyes. “She’s smart. If she’s not here, there’s a reason.”

            Lincoln stepped forward, placing a hand on Michael’s shoulder, trying to calm him down. “We’ll find her. She’s probably fine. You know how she is – tougher than all of us.”

            But Michael’s mind was racing. Y/N never missed a PI assignment. Something was wrong…seriously wrong.

            “I’ll go check the yard,” Michael said abruptly, not waiting for a response before making his way toward the door. The rest of the team exchanged glanced but kept working, though the tension was now thick enough to cut through. Michael’s mood had set everyone on edge.

            As he walked through the yard, through the prison hallways…his heart began to pound harder with every passing second. His usual calm, methodical nature was slipping, replacing by a deep, gnawing fear. When he spotted a CO walking by, he moved toward him quickly.

            “Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. Where is she?” Michael demanded, his voice firmer than usual.

            The guard barely spared him a glance, disinterested. “Why aren’t you at PI?”

            “Y/N? She’s missing,” he pressed further.

            “I don’t know. Ain’t my job to keep tabs on her.”

            Michael clenched his fists, taking a deep breath to control his anger. “She didn’t show up to PI. I need to know where she is.”

            The guard raised an eyebrow. “She’s probably fine, Scofield. Don’t start getting all attached.”

            “Find out where she is,” Michael insisted, stepping closer, his voice low and dangerous. “Now.”

            The guard paused, clearly not used to being challenged. He narrowed his eyes, but eventually relented, pulling out his radio. “Hold on,” he muttered into the device, signalling one of the COs on duty. “Inmate Y/N Y/L/N. Where she at?”

            The radio crackled with static for a moment before a voice responded. “On her way to infirmary. Attacked by another inmate.”

            Michael’s heart dropped, the words hitting him like a punch to the gut. His stomach twisted as his breath caught in his throat.

            “Attacked?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. But the guard was already walking away, indifferent. Michael stood frozen for a moment, his mind reeling.

            Without wasting another second, he bolted toward the infirmary, adrenaline coursing through his veins pushing him faster.

-

The yard was buzzing with the usual noise of inmates milling about, and Y/N had just been on her way to PI when it happened. The crowd was dense, and she had her focus ahead, walking with purpose toward the fence where she knew Michael and the others would be waiting. However, the time was up. Had been for a few seconds…

            She barely noticed the person who sidled up behind her until it was too late.

            A sharp, searing pain shot through her abdomen, her breathing catching in her throat. The world seemed to slow as she looked down, seeing the hilt of the knife sticking out of her stomach. Panic flood her senses, but she instinctively gritted her teeth, refusing to show weakness. Her vision blurred as she stumbled, blood soaking through her shirt, hot and sticky against her skin.

            The shank was gone just as quickly as it had appeared, and the person �� whoever it was – melted back into the crowd before Y/N could react. She fell to her knees, clutching her stomach, trying to hold herself together.

            Inmates scattered around her, some looking, some ignoring the scene as it were just another day in Fox River. The guards shouted, their radios crackling as they called for medical assistance. Her legs felt weak, like they couldn’t support her anymore, and the pain was becoming unbearable.

            A gurney appeared in her line of sight as she was hoisted up by the guards, her world spinning. She was vaguely aware of the rush toward the infirmary, the walls of the prison blurring as her consciousness began to fade in and out.

            The next thing she knew, she was on her back, staring up at the harsh, sterile lights of the infirmary. Dr. Remington was there, his expression serious as he assessed her injury, his hands already working to stop the bleeding.

            “She’d been stabbed in the stomach,” one of the nurses said quickly, helping Dr. Remington get a better view.

            Y/N looked up, grasping Dr. Remington’s hand. “No painkillers,” she whispered through gritted teeth. “None.”

            Dr. Remington applied pressure to the wound. “We need to get her into surgery,” he muttered, his voice sharp with urgency. “Prep for–“

            Before he could finish, the doors to the infirmary burst open, and Michael bolted in, his eyes wild, searching the room. The moment he saw Y/N lying on the gurney, his breath hitched, and he ran to her side, ignoring everyone else.

            “Y/N,” he breathed, his voice thick with fear. He reached for her hand, squeezing it tight as he looked down at her, his blue eyes filled with worry. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

            Y/N tried to focus on him through the haze of pain, her vision swimming. She managed a weak smile, but every moment sent a fresh wave of agony through her body.

“Michael, I’m fine,” she whispered, though it was clear she was anything but.

“You need to leave, Michael. As much as I love you two, you need to leave,” Dr. Remington said firmly, trying to get Michael to step away so they could work on Y/N. “We need to stabilise her, and you’re in the way. Say your love yous and go, please.”

But Michael didn’t budge. His grip tightened on her head, and he shook his head, his voice low and strained. “I’m not leaving. I’m with her…I’m with her,” he repeated. “I’m with her. She’s mine. I’m her family.”

“Michael, please,” Y/N mumbled, her voice barely audible. “Let them work. I love you.” Her hand came up, to clasp his cheek. “Please.”

Dr. Remington exchanged a glance with one of the nurses, his patience wearing thin. “If you care about her, you’ll step back and let us do our jobs. I need to close that wound before she loses more blood.”

Still, Michael hesitated, his eyes locked on Y/N’s. It was as if he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her, of not being by her side when she needed him most. But the urgency in Dr. Remington’s voice finally broke through.

“Michael, go,” Y/N whispered again, her hand trembling. “I’ll be ok.”

Reluctantly, Michael nodded and stepped back, though his eyes never left her. His heart raced, his mind spinning with all the worst-case scenarios as Dr. Remington worked quickly to patch up Y/N. The room buzzed with activity, but all Michael could do was watch, his chest tight with fear.

He was escorted back to his cell. However, as the surgery happened, he paced back and forth in his cell. Sucre was watching him as he ran the water, wet his face then went back to pacing.

“Hey, man,” Sucre said quietly, sensing something was wrong the moment Michael walked in. “Where’s Y/N?”

Michael shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N…got stabbed,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion.

Sucre’s eyes widened in shock. “What? When? Is she ok?”

“They just got her into surgery. Dr. Remington say she’s stable, but…” Michael trailed off, leaning against the wall, his hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve known. I should’ve done something. She was acting funny this morning. She declined,” he chuckled, “she declined a shower with me. She never does that.”

Sucre stepped closer, his voice calming. “Hey, papi, this isn’t on you. You couldn’t have stopped it.”

Michael sighed, his frustration and fear simmering just beneath the surface. “She’s more than just someone I care about, Sucre. I don’t know when it happened, but she…she means everything to me. I can’t let anything happen to her.”

Sucre nodded, understanding the weight of Michael’s words. “I know, man. I’ve seen how you are around her. She’s different for you.”

Michael leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes closing for a moment. “She told me she loves me and if anything happens to her because of me…or if Sebastian is behind this – I don’t know what I’ll do.”

Sucre smiled. “She loves you?” he repeated, and Michael simply nodded.

“I didn’t get to tell her it back,” he whispered.

“You’ve always got a plan, right? You’ll figure this out. And Y/N’s tough. She’ll pull through.”

Michael’s jaw tightened, but he nodded, appreciating Sucre’s support. “Yeah,” he whispered, though the uncertainty still lingered.

He was about to sit down when the guard approached Michael, escorting him to the infirmary for his insulin shot. The guard’s face was expressionless as he led Michael through the halls, but Michael’s heart was racing, his thoughts still with Y/N.

When they arrived at the infirmary, Michael’s eyes immediately sought her out. She was there, on the other side of the room, resting after the surgery. The bandages were wrapped around her abdomen, and her face was pale, her body motionless. His heart clenched seeing her like this, so vulnerable.

Dr. Remington entered, moving with purpose as he prepared the insulin shot for Michael. However, he could not hold it back much longer.

“Dr. Remington?” Michael asked as he rolled up his sleeve and the doctor sterilised his arm.

“Yes, Scofield?”

“Please,” Michael’s voice wavered, filling with desperation. “Let me see her. Just for ten minutes.”

The doctor delivered the insulin shot before sighing, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “She needs rest. She just got out of surgery, and I don’t want her agitated. She’s been through enough.”

Michael’s expression softened; his voice almost pleading. “I love her, doctor. I can’t just stand here and do nothing. She needs to know I’m here. Please.”

The sincerity in his voice must have hit Remington hard. The doctor studied Michael for a long moment, his stoic expression faltering slightly before he let out a small sigh. “Alright. But don’t do anything to stress her out. She’s still recovering.”

            Michael nodded quickly, his heart leaping. “Thank you.”

            Ten minutes turned into hours as Michael sat beside Y/N, watching her breathe, willing her to wake up. He held her hand, his thumb brushing lightly against her knuckles. Every second felt like an eternity. He was lost in thought, running over everything that could have led to this moment, when finally, her eyes fluttered open.

            “Y/N?” he whispered, leaning closer, his voice filled with concern.

            Her gaze was heavy, still groggy from the medication. She blinked slowly, her lips parting as she mumbled. “They gave me painkillers…I said…I said no.”

            Michael smiled softly, though his heart ached. “You need them. You were stabbed, Y/N. You have to let them help you.”

            She stayed quiet, looking into his blue eyes as his hand came to brush her cheek. “Who did this to you?” he whispered.

            Y/N’s face tightened slguthly as if the weight of what had happened was starting to hit her. Michael could see it – the pain, the fear – but also something deeper. She was holding something back, and he knew it.

            “Y/N?” he whispered.

            Her eyes darted away, avoiding his gaze. She pressed her lips together, refusing to answer.

            “Y/N, please. You need to tell me the truth. If someone’s targeting you, I need to know so I can protect you.”

            She swallowed hard, still not looking at him. “It’s a warning,” she finally muttered, her voice low so he could almost not hear. “The watch counted down. It was gift from Sebastian. He’s warning me. I thought he would never hurt me but he’s more ruthless than I thought he was.”

            Then she closed her eyes again, dosing into sleep.

-

Michael walked beside Y/N, his hand hovering protectively near her back as they made their way down the dimly lit corridor. His eyes flickered to her every few seconds, watching her every move, every slight wince of pain that crossed her face. She walked slowly, still weak from the time spent in the infirmary after the stabbing, but she was determined to get back to her cell on her own terms. Michael, however, was not about to let her do it without his help.

            “You sure you’re ok? Maybe we should stop, just for a minute. I don’t want you to push yourself,” he said, his voice gentle but tinged with worry,

            Y/N rolled her eyes slightly, her patience wearing thin. “Michael, I’m fine. It’s just a few more steps. I don’t need to be carried,” she snapped, though there was no real heat behind her words. She was just frustrated by her own vulnerability, and by how suffocating Michael’s care felt at the moment.

            “I’m not trying to carry you,” Michael replied, giving her a small smile as he kept his pace slow to match hers. “I just…you’ve been through a lot. I want to make sure you’re alright.”

            Y/N sighed heavily, the tension in her chest building as she felt his eyes on her again. “I get that. But I’m not used to someone hovering over like this. It’s–“ she paused, searching for the right words. “It’s just a lot, ok?”

            They reached her cell, and Y/N gratefully sat down on the edge of her bed, exhaling in relief. Her body was still sore from the wound, and the effort of walking from the infirmary had taken more out of her than she’d expected. Michael lingered by the door, watching her with concern.

            “Do you need anything? Water? Food? I can–“

            “Michael,” Y/N cut him off, her voice sharper than she intended. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking at him. “I just need some space. You’re being very kind and caring, thank you, but you’re also being too much right now. I can’t handle all this attention. I’m not fragile.”

            His face softened as he stepped closer, lowering himself to sit on the bed next to her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. I’m just…I was scared, Y/N. Seeing you like that, not knowing if you were going to make it…it messed with my head.”

            Y/N glanced at him, the raw emotion in his voice pulling at her own guarded heart. She smiled, cupping his cheek and leaning down to kiss the edge of his lips borderline his cheek. Then her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. Michael dipped his head into her neck, breathing her scent in.

            “You said something to me before you passed out,” he muttered as he pulled away to look at her. “You told me you love me. Is that true?”

            Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She felt a surge of panic rise in her chest as she remembered the words slipping from her lips in a haze of pain and fear. She had been vulnerable, more so than she ever allowed herself to be. And now, Michael was asking her to confront it.

            She scoffed, trying to brush it off. “I was out it, Michael. I don’t even know what I said.”

            Michael shook his head, not letting her dodge the question easily. “No, Y/N. I know you. You don’t say things like that unless you mean them. So, was it true?”

            Y/N shifted uncomfortably, the walls she’d built around herself trembling under the weight of his gaze. She looked down to her hands, her fingers twisting together as she tried to find the right words. Michael took her hand.

            “Yeah,” she whispered eventually. “Yeah, it’s true.”

            “Good,” he whispered as his fingers tucked hair behind her hair. “Me too.”

            Then she smiled. “How’s the escape plan going?” she changed the topic.

            “Back to business then. After I tell my feelings-“

            “–Michael. I love you. Now tell me what we are doing as I’ve been in the infirmary for three days.”

-

Y/N watched as Michael in the distance buried the watch. She wiped the sweat from her brow as she worked in the yard, pushing through the heat and the soreness still lingering from her recent recovery. PI work was gruelling, but it kept her mind focused, giving her some sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of prison life. She bent down, grabbing another shovel full of dirt, when she saw Bellick approaching from the corner of her eye. She stiffened, already bracing herself for whatever nasty remark he was about to throw her way.

            Bellick sauntered over, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked her up and down. “Well, well, look who’s back from the dead. Guess they patched you up real good, huh?” he muttered, voice dripping with mockery.

            Y/N didn’t respond, keeping her focus on the task at hand. She knew better than to engage with him, but Bellick was not one to let things go easily.

            “I heard a rumour, you and Scofield are a thing,” he muttered. “A romantic thing.”

            Y/N ignored him, focusing on her work.

            “Funny thing, though,” he continued, leaning closer. “While you were in the infirmary, Scofield’s wife paid him a little visit. You know…in the conjugal room. Do you know he has a wife…does the wife know about you? Or is this some prison rendezvous? A little fun?”

            Y/N froze, her heart skipping a beat. She clenched her jaw, trying to keep her composure, but Bellick’s words hit harder than she expected.

            The bitch was back…

            She had known about the green card marriage…but the conjugal room? That was where people went to fuck. She shook her head, trying to shake off the images that flooded her mind.

            “Yeah,” Bellick sneered. “I bet you didn’t know about that, did ya? While you’re out injured and alone, Scofield’s getting his rocks off in the conjugal room with his wife. Hell of a guy, huh?”

            Y/N felt a wave of hurt and confusion wash over her, but she forced herself to keep working. She would not let Bellick see her crack. But soon as he walked away, the thoughts gnawed at her, eating away at her focus. Michael and her had not had sex yet, despite their connection. Once in the shower, they were close for T-Bag to ruin it. And now, the thought of him being with someone else, even if it was just a green card wife, made her stomach turn.

            When she finally saw Michael later that day, she couldn’t hold it back any longer. She found him by the fence in the yard, leaning against it with that calm, unreadable expression he always wore. Y/N marched over, the hurt bubbling up before she could stop herself.

            “Michael,” she said, voice sharper than she intended. He looked up, his burrows furrowing instantly.

            “What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” he asked, immediately sensing her agitation.

            “I know I shouldn’t read into this,” she muttered as she leaned against the fence next to him. “I know Bellick will taunt me, lie to me, annoy me…anything to make my life hell. However, he told me your wife came to visit again… In the conjugal room,” she finished.

            Michael’s eyes flickered with recognition, and she saw his expression harden. “Y/N, I–“

            She cut him off, her words spilling out faster than she could think. “I know I’m not giving out, ok? I know, but you have to believe me I don’t want to get caught…fucking. I don’t want to fuck in the showers cause its gross. We are never alone, but the conjugal room…people go there for a secret rendezvous.”

            Michael watched as she rambled and he took her hands in his, kissing it before dropping them. “I didn’t do anything with her,” he replied. “I had to get a key from her and that was the only way. Trust me. I am loyal,” he responded. “Nika…it never happened. It never will happen.”

            Michael reached out, gently grabbing her arm to stop her from worrying. His touch was calm, steady and it immediately grounded her. “Y/N, look at me,” he softly said, his blue eyes locking into hers. “I understand why you’re upset, and I’m sorry you had to hear it from Bellick of all people. But nothing happened. I swear to you.”

            She nodded, rubbing her face before licking her lips.

            “I want it to be you too,” he continued, his voice low and full of emotion. “But when we do this – when we’re together like that – I want it to be right. I don’t want it to be rushed or because we feel like we have to. I want it to be because we both want it, and because we both know it’s what we need.”

            Y/N let out a shakey breath, her heart still racing, but she nodded. He was right. She knew he was right.

            “I’m sorry,” she whispered, running a hand through her hair. “I just…when I heard-“

            “–You don’t need to apologise. I get it. But I’m here with you and when the time is right, we’ll have that moment and it’ll be worth it.”

            Y/N nodded and then smiled. “Ok,” she whispered.

-

The showers were empty, save for the sound of water hitting the tiles, the steam rising and curling around the room. Michael did this every other day at the same time…clearing out the shower, making sure no one would disturb them for a while. It was the only time they were truly alone.

            Y/N stood under the spray, her eyes closed as the warm water cascaded down her body, washing away the grime of the day. She was aware of him standing nearby, across the way, leaning against the wall, watching her intently.

            Her hand brushed over the stitches on her stomach, wincing slightly at the tenderness. She glanced up at Michael, who hadn’t moved from his spot, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of concern and something else – something deeper, more intimate.

            “How are your stitches?” he asked, his voice soft but carrying in the quiet room.

            Y/N smirked, knowing exactly what he was thinking but was too cautious to act on. Her lips curled into a teasing smile as she tilted her head back, letting the water run over her neck. “Why don’t you come over and check it for yourself, boy genius?”

            Michael’s jaw tightened, and she could see the flicker of temptation in his eyes. She was flirting, pushing him in that playful way she always did, but this time she could tell he was fighting with himself, not wanting to hurt her or do anything reckless.

            “You know I can’t. Doc’s orders,” he said quietly, though his eyes betrayed how much he wanted.

            “Doc said no extraneous activity. Showering with me isn’t extraneous, plus you still owe me a birthday present,” she challenged, her voice low and sultry as she took a step back, letting the water hit her chest and stomach, droplets glistening against her skin. “Because I know you want to. And I’m not as fragile as you think, Michael Scofield. Come on…I want you here.”

            Her words were a temptation he could barely resist. Slowly, Michael began to undress, peeling his shirt and slipping out his prison uniform. He was methodical, almost careful in the way he moved, but his eyes never left hers. Y/N watched with him with a mix of anticipation and hunger, her heart beating faster as she him bare himself for her.

            She loved that tattoo. It was a work of art, but it was also her ticket out of her.

            When he stepped into the shower, the steam enveloped them both, cocooning them in the warmth of water. He stood just inches away from her, the heat of his body radiating toward her, but he didn’t touch her. His eyes travelled down her body, lingering on her stomach where the stitches marred her skin.

            “You should be careful,” he murmured, his voice rougher now, a bit strained. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

            Y/N smirked again, this time stepping closer, so that their bodies were almost touching. Her hand came to wrap around his waist, and she leaned her head against his chest. His hand came up cradling her head as he held her. “You won’t hurt me,” she whispered, lifting her hand to trace the lines on his chest, her fingers moving slowly, sensually. “I want you to touch me, Michael. I’m fine. Just… touch me.”

            Michael swallowed hard, his hands twitching at his sides, but he hesitated. He looked down at her, his gaze drawn to the delicate stitches on her abdomen, but when he glanced back up at her face, he saw the desire in her eyes, the trust. Slowly, he raised his hand, brushing the back of his fingers against her skin, trailing lightly over her stomach, careful to avoid the stitches but not afraid to touch her anymore.

            Y/N closed her eyes at the sensation, leaning into his touch as if she had been waiting for the moment forever. “See?” she whispered, her voice almost a purr. “I’m not going to break.”

            His hands moved to her side, gentle but firm, and he pulled her closer, their bodies finally pressing together under the warm spray of the shower. Michael’s breath hitched as he felt her against him, her skin soft and slick from water. He was being so careful, so restrained, but Y/N wanted more.

            “Michael,” she murmured, her hands sliding up his arms to his shoulders, pulling him down to her level. “Don’t hold back.”

            He exhaled sharply, his control slipping as he finally gave in, his hands moving with more confidence now, tracing the curve of her waist, the small of her back. He leaned down, brushing his lips against the damp skin of her neck, breathing in the scent of her, the heat of her body overwhelming his senses.

            Y/N titled her head back, letting the water and his touch consume her. She had never felt so close to him, so vulnerable and yet so powerful all at once. His touch was reverent, almost worshipful, but there was a fire in his movements now, a desperation he could no longer hide.

            “Michael,” she whispered, and he looked into her eyes. Y/N spread her legs and took his hand pressing it against her heat…her womanhood. “Please,” she whispered as she pressed a kiss to his jaw.

            Michael swallowed hard, knowing exactly what she wanted. Therefore, licking his lips be pushed his finger down, spreading her lips before touching her clit. A moan came from her as she grasped his arm. He watched at her breath rose and fell from its breath.

            “Michael,” she moaned, and he knew what she wanted.

            Slowly, he moved his fingers against her clit, spreading the lips and grasping her womanhood. His spare hand came to cup her jaw and cheek, bringing her lips to his as his fingers worked wonders below.

            “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered against his skin, her breath hot against his neck. He gripped her cheek, nodding along.

“So have I,” he breathed as he played with her wetness…with her heat.

Michael inserted two fingers in her, feeling her arousal as he pumped it slowly before his thumb went to her clit.

Their lips met, slow at first, tentative but soon enough the tension exploded between them, and it quickly deepened. Her hands roamed his body, careful, but possessive as she melted into the pleasure. She felt like she finally got something from him…the connection she had been craving for so long.

His speed picked up and she turned into a moaning mess. Michael simply smiled, looking down to her pleading eyes.

“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing her lips.

In that moment, nothing else mattered – the prison, the danger, the stitches. It was just the two of them, wrapped in the heat of the water and the intensity of their emotions.

And just like that she came.

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The steam still lingered in the air, swirling around them as Y/N stood in front of the small mirror, methodically applying her cream to her skin, her movements slow and deliberate. Her body still hummed and buzzed from the post orgasmic bliss she was in…the intimacy from the shower and the way Michael touched her, held her, loved her. She wanted to return the favour, but he denied, scared about her stitches.

    ��       However, as she stood in front of the mirror, she could feel his eyes on her, watching her from across the room, half-dressed and completely entranced.

            She glanced at him through the mirror, catching his soft smile, the way his eyes seemed to light up whenever they landed on her. It was a look she had not seen often – one of pure affection, one that made her feel like she was the only person in the world.

            He touched her, fingered her and granted her pleasure. She was in heaven.

            “You’re staring,” she teased, running her fingers through her damp hair, combing I tout with slow strokes.

            Michael chuckled, pulling his shirt over his shoulders but leaving it unbuttoned as he leaned against the wall, his gaze never wavering. “I can’t help it,” he said softly, his voice full of warmth. “You’re beautiful.”

            She smiled, but quickly turned her attention back to the mirror. “Beautiful for prison, you should see me outside of her. All dolled up, in leather, silk or lace,” she mused. “Stockings and lingerie from Paris. Louboutin and lashes.”

            Michael bit his lip and chuckled, coming up to her. “I don’t need you in that shit,” he mused, kissing her cheek. “I like you natural.” Then he went back to dressing himself.

            After a moment of quiet, she glanced back at him, her tone shifting to something more serious. “Michael…I overheard you talking to Lincoln yesterday,” she started, her fingers pausing as she smoothed the cream over her arms. “You seemed…off. There was bad news, wasn’t there.”

            His smile faltered just a little, his expression darkening as her question hit. He sighed, running a hand through his buzzed hair as he pushed away from the wall and came to stand behind her again. Y/N turned to face him, her eyes searching his for answers. She could tell something was weighing on him, something big.

            Michael hesitated, his gaze shifting away for a moment before he spoke. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice low. “According to my calculations I’ve made…we’re one person too many for the escape.” His brows furrowed when he said it, the weight of the problem settling between them. “We need to drop a person. We only have twenty minutes to get the window open and crawl across.”

            Y/N’s heart sank at the words. She knew the escape plan was already delicate, every detail critical to their success, and now they had to make the impossible choice of who to leave behind. “Who…who are you thinking?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her mind racing with possibilities.

            Before she could spiral into worry, Michael stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind. His hands slid slowly up her sides, gentle but firm, his touch instantly grounding her. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

            “Don’t worry about it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. “I’ll figure it out.”

            “T-Bag,” she whispered. “Get rid of him.”

            Y/N’s body relaxed slightly under his touch, the tension in her shoulders easing as his hands moved up to rest on her stomach. She leaned back against him, letting the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing calm her racing thoughts.

            “I trust you,” she whispered, her voice soft, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt.

            Michael smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, his arms tightening around her as if to protect her from all the chaos outside of the small, stolen moment of peace. “Good,” he whispered back, his lips brushing against her hair. “Because I won’t let anything happen to you. Not ever.”

            And now for this fleeting moment, Y/N believed him.

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[kiss-my-freckle]

I'm imagining Michael Scofield breaking Raymond Reddington out of prison.

[random-imagines-blog]

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​

[fangirlfanwritings]

Michael Scofield Request

Hi, do you still write for Prison Break?:) If so I would love to request an imagine where the reader is Michael’s wife/girlfriend and she’s slowly moving on from him and he then shows up and she has very mixed feelings? Something like that. Thank you!

As your alarm clock rang your eyes jolted open and you reached for your phone. Turning off the alarm you stumbled into the bathroom; if there was any hope of looking decent today you needed to get yourself together before Mikey woke up. An hour quickly passed and just as you fixed the last piece of your hair you heard the pitter patter of feet make their way towards you.

“Momma,” he called into the room. You peered out of the bathroom and saw him dragging his blanket by his side. 

“Good morning, baby.” He walked over to you and tightly hugged your leg. You lifted him up and pressed a big kiss to his cheek. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” he laughed. “What doing today,” he choppily asked?

“First, we are going to have breakfast. Then, we are going to run and get groceries. Then, later this afternoon, Kaitlyn is coming over to babysit.”

“Miss. Kaitlyn,” he cheered. You carried him into the kitchen and made him some eggs and toast. After he was done you cleaned his face and took him to get dressed.

After walking the isles of the grocery store you found yourself leaving with more than you anticipated...or needed. Mikey had definitely gotten his sweet tooth from you, evident in the sweets that were now in the cart.

You looked at the clock as you drove and realized you would be cutting it close. By the time you made it home, unloaded the groceries, and gave Kaitlyn the run down of today, you would have about 10 minutes to meet Bob at the restaurant downtown for lunch.

You pulled into the driveway and got Mikey out first. “Can you go open the door for Mommy?” He went up to the door and let himself inside as you gathered as many bags as you could. 

“You need any help?” You jumped and hit your hit your head on the trunk door of your car. “I’m so sorry.”

You turned and saw the man who had been your fiance before he ended things and then got sent to prison. “Micheal? What the hell are you doing here?” Your heart felt like it was bursting as you looked at him. 

“I’m...uh...out.”

“Congratulations. Now if you’ll excuse me,” you turned to get more bags and run inside but he was by your side grabbing the rest. 

“Here, let me.” He grabbed them but you tried to stop him. 

“Michael, you can’t...I can’t let you go inside. I have plans.”

“Looks like you’ll be here long enough to unload and talk to me.” Before you could find another reason to get him to leave you, Mikey appeared in the doorway. 

“Who’s that, Mommy?”

You looked nervously up at the little boy who looked just like his father. “An old friend of Mommy’s, baby. Let’s go inside,” you cut Micheal a look telling him you’d speak inside. You set the bags on the counter and looked up at Michael. “If we’re going to talk I’ll need to make a few calls.” He nodded and kept his eyes on Mikey as he played with his toys.

You called Kaitlyn first and told her something came up and asked if she could pick Mikey up and take him to her house just down the road. She agreed and started walking over. “Mikey, go back your bag. Miss. Kaitlyn is coming over to get you. You’re going to play at her house, ok?” He ran off to pack his favorite toys. “I’ve got one more call to make,” you told Michael and walked out onto the front porch.

As the phone rang Kaitlyn walked up and you told her she could go on in. “Bob, hey,” you said as he answered. “I’m sorry to do this so last minute but something came up.” As you continued to apologize outside while Kaitlyn walked into the house and saw Micheal.

“Oh, hello. Y/N didn’t tell me she had a guest. I’m Kaitlyn, Mikey’s sitter.”

“I’m Michael. I’m an old...um...friend of Y/N’s. I surprised her so it’s a good thing you could sit so quickly.”

“Actually I was already supposed to watch Mikey. Y/N had a date with her boyfriend this afternoon.” Hearing those words made his stomach twist.

Before he could ask anymore questions you were walking back in, thanking Kaitlyn, and hugging Mikey goodbye. As the door closed you turned slowly back to Michael. “Mikey, huh?”

“Don’t start this with me, Michael.”

“I had the right to know.”

“The right?” You scoffed. “You ended our 6 year relationship out of the blue. You ripped my heart out. Then you robbed a bank and got thrown in prison. When I found out I was pregnant with Mikey I was still heartbroken and only saw you as the evil bastard convict that wasn’t good enough to be in my son’s life. You lost the right to know what happened in my life the second you ended things.”

“I did what I had to do, Y/N. It was the only way I could free Lincoln.”

“Well you going into prison and then breaking out with a handful of convicts also didn’t make me want to tell you about him.”

He nodded. “Fair enough. But everything I did, I did for you and Linc.” You continued to put things up. “So you have a boyfriend?”

You paused from the shock of him knowing. “Not really. I have been seeing someone though.”

“Is he a good man.”

“I don’t know if I know what that is anymore, but he seems like a decent guy. We’ve only been seeing each other for about a month.”

“But you’re not dating?” 

“I’ve got a kid to think about,” you reminded him, but you knew that wasn’t the entire truth.

“What else? You’ve got that look.”

“What else, is that the man who I planned to spend the rest of my life with broke my heart into a million pieces and left me with a little boy that I love more than anything. He left me and just as I start getting back into the dating game he shows up at my door acting like he hasn’t been gone for four years.” You slammed your hands on the counter and looked at him, trying not to get too emotional. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I really didn’t want to hurt you. I still- I still love you. You know that, right?”

“We can’t have this conversation right now, Micheal. We just can’t.”

“I understand. Maybe I could come back tomorrow after Mikey goes to bed and we could talk.” 

You looked at your feet and nodded. “Ok, sure. Be here around 8:30.” He got up and stopped beside you. You could tell he was debating on whether to reach out and touch you. Luckily, he didn’t and moved on to the door. When you heard it shut closed you felt yourself become overcome with feelings you had spent the last four years bottling up. 

[slytherbun]

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 . . .