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[zhoufeis]

PRISON BREAK REWATCH ◆ 1.07

[unhingedbrothers]

PRISON BREAK 1.01 "Pilot"

[wmiller]

Prison Break 1.04 | 2.08

[ayushsan]

Prison Break - 1×15

[nade2308]

Homoerotic

adjective

• concerning or arousing sexual desire centred on a person of the same sex.

Also known as: if you look up the definition of homoerotic in the dictionary, it is fairly possible these two will pop up as a visual.

Part 1 || Part 2

@thethistlegirl

[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.

[nicholas30]

Aren't they so alike? Two brothers, younger is smarter and older is handsome and self-sacrificing (tried to grew up his brother), no one they could trust but themselves, long journey together and passing the dark together.

[liar-or-lawyer]

[charitydingle]

Prison Break 1.09 “Tweener”

[zhoufeis]

PRISON BREAK REWATCH ◆ 1.07

[unhingedbrothers]

PRISON BREAK 1.16 "Brother's Keeper"

[belleyousra]

Four Fictional Crushes

Tagged by the sweet @idreamofspring1 thank you 🤍

I’m gonna keep it to american tv series, otherwise I will end up with more than a hundred crushes if I added k-dramas and mangas lmao. I don’t know if there’s a pattern here but LET’S GO

1. Klaus Mikaelson (The Vampire Diaries)

I’ve never simped so hard for a man in my entire life, that’s all there is to say. He’s on top by far. I want to hold this mf bastard tight and never let him go. I have way too much things to say about him and it would deserve a HUNDRED posts. I just love him.

2. Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

I have a MASSIVE crush on him. I mean, a hot man baby-sitting a group of little shitheads? my weakness. I love the way he cares about them and his glow up is one of the best i’ve ever seen in a TV series. He went from a bastard to a literal green flag.

3. Michael Scofield (Prison Break)

He was my first TV show crush and he will forever make my heart flutter, he’s so precious AND a smart badass. His sensitivity, the way he hates hurting people but the context he’s in forces him to, and how he absorbs feelings surrounding him makes his character so intense.

4. JJ Maybank (Outer Banks)

I have a thing for broken characters, characters with daddy issues, and characters who’d do anything for their loved ones. JJ is all of that and he’s still such a little ray of sunshine. He deserves the world and makes my heart melt every time 🥹

This was so fun 🤍 tagging: @capnsaveahoe @chanyeollic @evilcare @lovelyandproblematic if you guys want to play and anyone else who’d like to join! No pressure!

[neverlandiswheremyheartis]

Prison Break Season One

‘You forget I know you, both of you. You two have the most dysfunctional idea of love I’ve ever seen. What, he beats you up to keep you off the street, so you get yourself thrown into Fox River with him? To what…. save him?’

[nade2308]

Never getting over this phone call. So much was said in those few lines. The request Alex made to Michael, and the promise Michael gave to Alex. Despite everything, it showed how far they had come, from being hunter and prey, then enemies to acquaintances in Sona, to whatever secret third thing they became during season 4.

I absolutely had to make these gifs.

@thethistlegirl

[whiteboywhump]

Prison Break S4 E10

Michael collapses

[lonelysmile]

Prison Break 04x01 Michael and Sara