#Theodore Bagwell

[theautismcorner]

Once again begging for more people to watch Prison Break. If you like smart, tattooed, autistic men you will like this show. If you like crime shows then please give it a chance. You like when people punch cops? You’ll like this show. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WATCH THIS SHOW AND WRITE FANFIC ABOUT IT

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[hannahs-ownworld1]

Please tell me there’s prison break fans on here

[sstarmarket]

I'LL WRITE THE MICHAEL SCOFIELD FANFICTION MYSELF . N ALL PRISONBREAK CHARACTERS!! Ik we all crave it n I been writing fanfics for YEARS...if you want something specific, you can simply ask!!

[autisticscofield]

[allthingsobrien]

THEODORE BAGWELL Prison Break | S02E14

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Master List Of My Prison Break Fics

Decided to make a list of my PB fics, since the number continues to grow! All are on AO3 and tagged pretty dang thoroughly.

Oneshots:

★ At The Heart of Cell 40 - Sucre/Michael, a fluffy getting together story based in canon. Rated T.

★And I Inherited My Health - A character study of Theodore Bagwell, dwelling on his past while he terrorizes Seth. Based in canon. Rated M.

★ It Just Screams Out Loud - T-Bag/Male OC. Based in my longfic Broken Machines. Exhibitionism, unhealthy devotion, and just all around very toxic stuff going on here. Rated E.

★ Push If You Still Need My Pain - T-Bag/Male OC. Also based in my longfic Broken Machines. Devotion, getting together, edging, unhealthy angst and romance. Rated E.

★ I Think You'd Like It If I Died - T-Bag/Lincoln. Season 5 canon based. Angst. Hate sex. Rated E.

★ Trying To Find A Place Where I Belong - T-Bag/Lincoln. Fluff and getting together. A partner piece to I Think You'd Like It If I Died . Much sweeter and nicer than that fic. Rated T.

Longfics:

★ Broken Machines - WIP. T-Bag/Lincoln/Male OC. Michael/Sara/Mahone. Lots of love for poly ships here. Canon divergence fic that started when I was a teenager wondering how the story would have changed if T had actually had someone who gave a shit about him growing up. Very dark, so mind the tags. Goes through the entire series with changes made due to new characters and dynamics. Really focused on digging into Linc and T as characters. Rated E.

★ Nuclear Blue Coffee Company - WIP. T-Bag/Lincoln/Male OC. Some Michael/Sara focus. Coffee Shop AU gone wrong. Really more of a hitman/assassin AU. Violence abound. Rated E.

★ Chasing Origami Swans - WIP. T-Bag/Lincoln/Male OC. Michael/Sara. An AU where Michael and Lincoln grow up to work for The Company instead of against it. T-Bag becomes a senator. Sara is caught in the middle of everything due to her father. Rated E.

[asgardiansofthegalaxyvol3]

I think my biggest problem with Tabruzzi is it’s such a finite ship. Hear me out. They only get one season together. One of them dies. One of them should literally be in prison for life (sorry T I love you but you can’t be on the streets). The only way they cross over is 1- before the break out 2- in my own little head canon where they both get locked back up.

And since I’ve already written that fic… I’m left with nothing. I am an empty cup begging for a refill of content to create. I want to write, but the story doesn’t exist. I want to read but the fandom is dead.

I have nothing left, and no new obsession to fill this void.

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Johnny Cecotto  Theodore - Ford 1983

[ironiadevil]

Theodore Bagwell and Michael Scofield little moments

Unpleasant moments to live for Michael.

Good luck enduring T-Bag..

[theautismcorner]

Guys I beg of you please watch Prison Break and give it more of a fandom. I am on my knees and begging. PLEASE ITS SO GOOD GIVE IT A CHANCE

[deliciouskeys]

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers 🖤 (or however many you want)

Thank you for tagging me! Eh, my favorite fics are always the ones I wrote in the last fandom I’m in, and I really only have two substantial ones to speak of for The Boys, both of the Butchlander variety: Zinc Molybdate (HL is partially depowered and in captivity, complete) and The Selfish Gene (HL mpreg, WIP).

So I’m going to put five vid recs instead (not the most watched, just ones I am randomly fond of, in no particular order):

1) Mark Hamill joker: Outrageous

2) Eddie Brock x Venom (Venom)- Even If It Hurts

3) Negan x Rick Grimes (Walking Dead) - Sex Bomb

4) Theodore Bagwell (Prison Break)- Shake It Off

5) Attack On Titan- Hard Knock Life

[hannahs-ownworld1]

Summary: Fox River wasn’t just a prison, it was a pressure cooker of desperation, secrets, and betrayal. You’d learned that quickly enough. Lincoln Burrows, the man everyone looked up to for his quiet strength, was someone who had been burned too many times to trust easily. You knew that about him from the start. He kept to himself, always watching, always waiting for the next betrayal.

Authors note: please keep in mind that this is my first fic so please be nice😭I hope you guys like this, even if you haven’t watched Prison Break, I recommend it, it’s a great show.

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You’d tried to earn his trust for months. You weren’t like the others, you didn’t have a hidden agenda. But every time you offered help, every time you tried to break through that stone wall of his, you were met with suspicion. He didn’t say much, but the way he looked at you, the hard lines of his face, the mistrust in his eyes, made it clear. Lincoln didn’t trust anyone, not even you.

Then came the night everything changed. A deal had gone wrong, a group of inmates planning something behind Lincoln’s back. You caught wind of it, overheard enough to know they were setting him up. Without a second thought, you stepped in. When they cornered him in the yard that night, you didn’t hesitate. You stood by his side, fighting them off, and taking a few hits yourself.

When it was over, and the attackers were scattered, Lincoln turned to you, chest heaving from the exertion. His eyes searched your face, as if trying to figure out why you’d done it. You were bruised, but standing, and you met his gaze evenly.

“Why’d you do that?” he asked, voice low and rough, the first words he’d spoken directly to you in days.

You shrugged, wincing at the pain in your shoulder. “Didn’t seem right, letting you get jumped like that.”

For a moment, he didn’t respond, just stared at you. Then he nodded, the briefest hint of understanding passing between you. He didn’t say it, but you knew that something had shifted. You had proven yourself.

Over the next few days, the air between you two was different. Lincoln didn’t talk much, but the glances he shot your way weren’t full of suspicion anymore. It was subtle, an extra nod when you passed in the yard, the way he’d wait for you in line at chow. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

Then, one night, you were sitting in your cell, the dim light casting long shadows on the concrete walls, when you heard footsteps stop outside your door. Lincoln appeared, leaning against the bars. His usual guarded expression was still there, but there was something else, something softer.

He looked around, making sure no one was listening, then spoke in a low voice. “You ever been in a situation where you had to trust someone, even when everything in you was screaming not to?”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden question. “Yeah. And it’s never easy.”

He nodded, his jaw working as if he was struggling to find the right words. “That’s how I’ve lived for a long time. Not trusting anyone. It’s… safer that way.”

You stayed quiet, sensing that this was something important. Something he hadn’t shared with anyone in a long time.

“I didn’t want to trust you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But when you stepped in back there… you didn’t have to. You did it anyway.”

“I’m not them,” you said softly. “I’m not here to screw you over.”

For a long moment, Lincoln didn’t speak. Then, finally, he met your eyes, and for the first time since you’d known him, his walls came down, just a little.

“I know,” he said, his voice gruff but sincere. “I know that now.”

And in that moment, you realized you had broken through. Lincoln Burrows, the man who trusted no one, had finally let you in.

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I really hope you guys liked it! Especially you fellow prison break fans! There’s barely any prison break fanfics so I decided to start off with those! Anyways, let me know what y’all think. I’ll take requests as well🤍

[sstarmarket]

Working on a Michael, Sara, and reader fic...

Incoming:

Michael Scofield fic (working title: origami bones)

Sara Tancredi, Michael, and reader fic (no title)

Alex Mahone angst...(Title: Was it me?)

I'm not sure if I will write bagwell apart from when it's needed, bc I don't fw him.

[aoitakumi8148]

“In the end, the only thing that matters is love. Blood, family, you.”

T-r: Been thinkin'. God... I been thinking. 'Cause a hard bargain's been presented to me, and I'm considering something that's-that's gonna seem like the old Theodore Bagwell. T-Bag. And if that's indeed what's coming... it won't be the work of a cold-blooded man. And it won't be for sin... or for hate. If there's blood on my hands, know this, world... it'll be for love.

D-d: ...What are you trying to tell me? T-r: Scofield was looking for a partner, combing prisons, looking for someone who could handle himself. And with your innate ability to thrive, rising to the top in even the worst of cages, you reminded him of a certain someone. And so he did a little research. Wanted to know what we all want to know. Did you learn it... or was it ingrained in you? It was ingrained in you, son. You got it from me.

D-d: ‘𝐵𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓎...’ T-r: I-It's, it's... It's ‘progeny’, dear boy. D-d: ‘𝒫𝓇𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓎. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒.’ T-r: Originally, I thought it was a religious thing. You know, son of God, and all that. But now I know it's... it's my own progeny... You (...).

T-r: Where is he? Where is Poseidon? He'll be dealt with. D-d: Wait, hang on, hang on, hang on, man. If you get caught--if he gets caught, he's going back to the pen. T-r: Come on, come on. I'm not... And if I don't do it? Criminy, I want you free and clear, and if that's the only way to do it, then I got to be the one that does it...

T-r: ...I just don't want you to get the wrong idea about me, okay? D-d: Okay. T-r: You got to see it like the yogis, okay? Destroying the negative to create the positive... Murder the dark, so the--the light can be born.

D-d: ...You brought me all this way. M-l: We did it together. We'll be doing this together. D-d: You gave me family. Seriously, thank you.

D-d: Some sons of bitches just got to go! We're the only ones who could do it! (...) T-r: David!

T-r: Stay with me... Stay with me, boy... Keep it calm, boy... Stay calm... D-d: I'm... I'm good. I got to s... see your face. T-r: Go easy, son. P.S. Finding the last ray of light in your backstabbing life and being instantly forced to watch it die. Showing a fading grace... I wish I’d never known the image of it.