#brutus howell

[angstycrow-chan]

Let's be thankful that the shawshank redemption and the green mile are dead fandoms, bc oh boy imagine the rule 34 ships and at if the fandom was popular

[thoughtfulangeltidalwave]

You and Me (Part 18)

The dim light of the cell cast long shadows across the stone floor, the faint sound of the guards’ footsteps echoing down the hall.

Y/N sat at her desk, pencil in hand, a sketch of Mr. Jingles slowly coming to life on the page. Her thoughts, though, wandered elsewhere.

The door creaked open, and without a word, Dean stepped inside. He settled himself on the cot beside her, the weight of his presence familiar, comforting even in this place. He didn’t try to fill the silence with unnecessary chatter, and she appreciated that.

“Hey,” he said quietly, drawing her gaze from the sketch to him.

“Hey,” she murmured back, offering a faint smile. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

He watched her for a moment, his fingers fidgeting slightly, clearly unsure of how to begin. “You know… I’ve been thinking about the kids,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost as if the words carried more weight than he was used to sharing. “Lily’s been fussing a lot lately, always crying, and I just… I can’t help but want to give her the world, Y/N. To keep her safe. Danny too. He’s a handful, but he’s got such a big heart. I just… I’m scared I’m not enough for them, you know?”

Y/N could hear the sadness in his voice, the fear that came with being a father, even one as dedicated as Dean. She set her pencil down, her fingers tracing the edges of the paper as she thought about her own children.

“I get it,” she said softly, her voice distant. “I’ve had a lot of moments where I didn’t feel like I was enough for them. But we do the best we can. You’re doing the best you can, Dean. And that’s all they need, really. To know you love them.”

Dean leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze fixed on her. “Yeah… it’s just hard, sometimes. My wife… she’s not exactly the most attentive. She’s got her own things to deal with, and I feel like I’m the only one holding it together. I just don’t want to screw them up, you know?”

Y/N looked at him, her heart aching for him. She could see the weight of it all in his eyes. She’d never really thought about how much Dean must carry every day. His family, his responsibilities, his own fears, all hidden behind that tough exterior.

“I don’t think you could screw them up, Dean,” she said gently. “You’re too good. You’ll figure it out. We all do, one way or another.”

He smiled at her, but it was a sad smile, as if even that small bit of reassurance wasn’t enough to ease the burden he carried. “I wish it was that simple.”

She shrugged, offering a small, understanding nod. “It’s never simple. But you’re not alone in it.”

He nodded, as if that small truth, shared between the two of them, could carry them both through the hard times ahead.

But as Y/N glanced down at her sketch again, the small comfort of their conversation started to wane. The weight of her own past—the ghosts of her children, the memory of her husband—crept in quietly, and she clenched her hands into fists.

“I miss them,” she whispered, barely audible.

Dean’s expression softened, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “Come here” he said softly, holding out one of his arms to her. 

Slowly she took it, moving from the desk to her cot where she lay with her head in his lap as he held her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt like this, but here even in her cell in his embrace she felt safe. 

“I know you miss them,” he said, his voice low and steady. “But you didn’t do this. I know you didn’t, you aren’t a killer” he safe resting his head on her shoulder.

She couldn’t help but let the tears well up, though she kept them from spilling over. She was so tired of carrying the weight of everything alone. But there, in that small moment, with Dean’s words hanging in the air like a fragile thread between them.

“I am Dean,” she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

“I don’t believe you” he did didn’t say anything else, he just held her as tear fell down her face.

As the silence between them deepened, the weight of the moment bore down on them both. Y/N was being destroyed by her secrets and Dean felt powerless to help.

But just as Y/N was starting to feel courage to say something, the sound of the door sliding open broke the quiet.

“Y/N,” Paul’s voice came from the threshold, warm but with the usual undertone of authority. “Your sister’s here to see you.”

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Paul escorted Y/N to the meeting room. She’d been waiting for Sophie’s visit for a while now. Though she was grateful for the support, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of anxiety.

When she entered the room, Sophie stood up quickly from the table a look of defiant confidence crossing her face. “I’ll leave you two to talk, but I’ll be just over here if you need anything” Paul said in a low voice to her.

Y/N hesitated, her hand resting on the edge of the door frame, and then she stood tall, gathering her thoughts, trying to steady herself for what was to come.

Sophie walked over to her, her posture immediately stiff with purpose. She was the same as always—serious, but with a warmth in her eyes that made Y/N feel safe, even if it was hard to admit it aloud.

“Hey, kiddo,” Sophie greeted softly, walking over to Y/N and wrapping her in a brief hug. “How are you holding up?”

Y/N tried to smile but failed. “I’m making it,” she replied, the words feeling hollow.

Sophie pulled back, studying her face. “I’ve got some news. Good news, I think.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She tried to steady her breath. “What’s that?”

Sophie paused, her eyes flickering with a hint of hesitation, before she spoke. “I’ve been talking to John, Sebastian and his team in New York. They’ve been working on your case, trying to get a clearer picture of what happened with your husband. And, well… they’ve got a solid case, Y/N. They’re building it up, piece by piece. Your husband… he wasn’t the man he appeared to be.”

Y/N’s stomach clenched. She wanted to feel relieved, wanted to believe in the hope Sophie was offering her, but the memory of her husband—his anger, his cruelty—was still so vivid. It made her feel small, insignificant, despite everything she’d already been through.

“They’ve found evidence that he was an abusive alcoholic. Sebastian’s team they… they tracked down witnesses, people from the old neighborhood, and they’re pulling together enough to make a real case. You’re not the monster they tried to make you out to be, Y/N. Not even close.”

Y/N’s hands trembled, and she bit her lip, trying to keep herself together. “I didn’t… I didn’t want it to be like that. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I just—I wanted to protect my children.”

Sophie’s expression softened, and she took a step closer, her voice low and comforting. “I know. And that’s why we’re going to keep fighting for you. Because you did what any mother would do. You saved them.”

Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes again, this time not from pain, but from a release she hadn’t realized she needed. For so long, she had carried the weight of everything, questioning her choices, her actions, even her worth. But now, there was a glimmer of something—hope, maybe—that she could finally hold onto.

“I’m scared,” Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m scared that no one will believe me.”

Sophie reached out, gently resting her hand on Y/N’s. “They will. I promise you. This is just the beginning.”

As Sophie spoke, Y/N couldn’t help but glance over at Paul, who had quietly stayed in the corner, watching the exchange with a thoughtful look on his face.

Sophie noticed the look, following Y/N’s gaze. “You know, I spoke to that Mr Edgecomb before I came in. He’s got your back, Y/N, apparently all the guards in the Mile do. And you’ve got his. Don’t forget that.”

The words settled over her like a soft blanket, but Y/N still couldn’t shake the sense of being lost in this maze of memories, of guilt. She wanted to believe in the future Sophie was painting for her, but the past held too many shadows. Still, for the first time in what felt like ages, she allowed herself a small glimmer of hope.

“Thank you,” Y/N whispered to Sophie, the words carrying the weight of everything she couldn’t say.

Sophie gave her a small, knowing smile. “We’re not giving up, Y/N. Not now, not ever.”

[incorrectgreenmilequotes]

Dark Paradise, Chapter One

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Verena Anghelescu stared at the imposing building in front of her. The brunette took a deep breath before exiting her ancient pickup truck. She straightened out her blouse and skirt before walking into the building. Her heels clicked across the tiled floor as she traveled the long hallway to a secretary’s desk. Many men floated the hallways, giving her strange looks as she passed.

“Excuse me,” she spoke out to the dark haired woman at the desk, “I’m here to speak with the warden.” A confused look passed the older woman’s face before she smiled and said, “Right this way, dear!”

Verena followed the woman to a door which had the title Warden Hal Moores painted on. The older woman knocked, just a few seconds later a tall older man opened the door. Verena craned her neck to meet the man’s steely eyes.

“Please, come in.” The Warden said to Verena. She smiled and walked in as he held the door open. “Have a seat,” he said with a smile so small she could have missed it. Verena did as he said and sat in the chair across from the large wooden desk. The warden came over to his own chair and sat across from her.

“I understand you called about applying for a guard position Miss…” The Warden stalled for a moment, “I’m sorry but how do ya say your name, I’m ‘fraid I’ve never seen anythin’ like it?” Verena let out a light laugh.

“It’s pronounced ang-ya-les-coo, Sir.” Verena made sure to emphasize the pronunciation of her name. Her mothers surname made it through the immigration process, Viorica Anghelescu was a stubborn Romanian woman that wanted to keep her name alive and not become lost to indoctrination.

“Alright, Miss Anghelescu,” The Warden started, “How come you wanted the guard position and not one of the many nurse positions?” Verena knew this question would come up.

“Well, Sir,” Verena took in a breath, “The guard position pays more, I have a baby girl to take care of and I’m on the verge of losing our home to the bank.”

The depression hit Verena hard even more so now that her mother and sister, Visilica, had passed on. And Violeta, her niece, was only a month old. Viorica succumbed to sickness a few years ago and Visilica had perished due to complications from childbirth. Verena hung her head slightly as tears pricked her eyes. The Warden saw this and let out a sigh.

“I tell ya what,” Verena perked up a bit at his tone, “I’ll start you as a guard on E-Block but if there’s any complications you’ll be moved to a nurse position.” The Warden finished with a stern look.

“Thank you so much, Sir!” Verena beamed. The Warden gave her a small smile, before standing.

“We can provide a uniform jacket but you’ll be responsible for finding skirts or pants, you’ll be reimbursed for the money you do spend.” Verena nodded, the smile never leaving her face. “Follow me and I’ll show you to E-Block.”

The walk to E-Block was a decent length, the red soil kicked up with each step the Warden and Verena took. They soon came upon a tall cell block with the letter ‘E’ in bright white. Warden Moores swung up the metal door and led Verena inside. Verena looked up at the feeling of multiple eyes on her and she was right. Five men all stood staring at her with slightly confused faces.

“Gentlemen,” Warden Moores started, “I’d like y’all to meet your newest coworker, Verena Anghelescu.” The first man was tall with dark hair and light eyes, “Paul Edgecomb, I’m the head of this block, Miss Anghelescu.”

He held out his hand to which Verena took it and gave a firm shake, “Hal, can I speak with you in my office?” Paul asked the Warden before Verena could say anything. Warden Moores nodded with a knowing look and followed Paul down a short hallway.

The second man to approach was the largest. He had greying hair and kind blue eyes, Verena knew he was the largest man she’d ever seen. He was barrel chested with large arms and legs not to mention quite handsome. He stuck out a giant hand which Verena gladly accepted, “Brutus Howell, but everyone calls me Brutal, Miss.” Brutal said with a smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Verena started, “Please, call me Verena!” Brutal gave her a small smile before nodding and stepping aside for the other men.

The next two men were Dean Stanton and Harry Terwilliger, Dean was tall and thin while Harry was the oldest of the group. He had large eyebrows, Verena noted to herself. The final man came to stand in front of her, he was only a few inches taller but Verena could only describe him as gorgeous. He had delicate features, jet black hair neatly combed back, and piercing blue-grey eyes. He was definitely the youngest of the group, looking barely out of his teen years. He extended his hand to Verena.

“Percy Wetmore,” He said almost smugly, “Say, what’s a pretty young lady like you doin’ workin’ in a place like this?” There were audible groans from Dean and Harry.

“Percy.” Brutal said in a warning tone that fell on deaf ears. Brutal sighed.

“Well, if you must know,” Verena started cheerfully, “I’m a single woman with a baby that needs to be fed.” Silence fell over the room as Percy gulped. “I see.” Was all the short man said before backing away. The rest of the men dispersed, Dean and Harry left the block while Percy still couldn’t be found.

“Well,” Verena started, “How ‘bout a tour?” Verena asked sweetly. Brutal stepped forward before asking, “Where would ya like to start?”

Verena thought for a moment, “Maybe with the inmates?” She suggested with a smile.

“Right this way,” Brutal started, “Make sure to stay centered on the aisle, Miss Verena.” Verena let out an airy laugh, “Please, just call me Verena, sugar!” She chirped out, her southern drawl sounding sweet.

“If you say so, Verena.” A soft smile spread across his handsome face, a blush forming at the nickname. Verena smiled back, their little moment was broken by a Cajun accent.

“Who ya got der, boss?” A small, balding man was peeking out of his cell using a small mirror. Brutal nodded towards the man as he started over to him, Verena followed close behind.

“Del, this is Miss Anghelescu,” Brutal announced motioning towards Verena, “She’s our new guard.”

“You sure is the perttiest guard I’ve seen.” Verena felt uncomfortable under the man’s gaze.

“Watch yourself, Del,” Brutal warned, “You’re to treat her as you would me.”

“M’sorry, Boss.” The man shied away back to his bunk.

“I’d let ya meet the chief but he ain’t one for talkin’” Brutal said, Verena nodded in understanding. “I’ll show ya the rest of the mile, follow me.”

Brutal led Verena down a short hallway, making sure to point out the restroom, then stopped between two doors, “This here is the locker room and that is Paul’s office, we’re all welcome to the office.

Verena could hear Paul and Warden Moores arguing about her being there. Brutal picked up on this and let out a sigh before saying, “He’s jus’ worried ‘bout having a woman ‘round such a dangerous place.” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, Verena placed one of her own hands on his larger one before speaking, “Well it’s a good thing I have someone as big as you to protect me.” She chuckled lightly. Brutal laughed, “Come one, I’ll show ya the rest.”

Brutal opened a large steel door and motioned for Verena to walk through first. She froze at what she saw, there against the right wall was the beast itself. The electric chair seemed to stand tall against the rest of the room. “That there is Ol’ Sparky.” Brutal said just above a whisper. “No offense,” Verena’s voice shook the smallest bit, “But he’s quite menacing.”

Brutal let out a laugh, “That he is but you’ll get used to him soon enough.” The room smelled damp and the air was a tad too thick for Verena’s liking. It was also the hottest room in the building, her dark curls becoming frizzier with each passing second.

“The last room is the tunnel but that can wait until later.” Brutal voiced, Verena just nodded. The heat of the room was becoming unbearable.

The pair walked together back to the front desk. Verena was glad to be back in the slightly cooler room, she could feel her body becoming slick with sweat. A light sheen shone across Brutal’s forehead. She couldn’t imagine how he felt in that dark woolen jacket.

“Can I ask you somethin’?” Verena spoke out, Brutal nodded with a smile, “Shoot.” He said.

“How the hell can you stand being in that jacket?” The man let out a laugh at her bluntness, Verena couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“S’not too bad once ya get used to it and we’re allowed to take em off.” Brutal answered with a smile. His smile was truly contagious. Brutal offered for Verena to take a seat at the desk to which she complied, the large man pulling out a chair for her. Brutal worked at the buttons on his jacket for a moment before breaking free from the stuffy fabric. Verena couldn’t help but stare as his muscles flexed beneath his white shirt. Brutal placed his jacket on the coat rack before rolling his sleeves to elbows and loosening his tie.

“Can I ask ya a question now?” His voice brought Verena out of her dazed state. She smiled and nodded for him to continue.

“How come you’re raisin’ a baby by your lonesome?” Wow. Not the question she expected, Brutal noticed the startled look on her face and quickly said, “M’sorry, Ya don’ have to tell me, I was jus’ curious!”

Verena laughed at the older man’s panic.

“I don’t mind you’re asking,” She said gently, “I’m raising my niece, her mama was my older sister.” Verena got misty eyed at the mention of her sister but continued, “It’s just me and Violeta now.”

“You both have such beautiful names,” Brutal said, “Where do names like that come from?” He asked to lighten the dampened mood.

“Romania.” The brunette said with pride.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Brutal said in amazement, “I ain’t ever met a vampire before!”

Verena let out a loud laugh at that, Brutal had quite the sense of humor.

The sound of the office door opening startled both of them out of their relaxed states. The Warden was the first to come into view, Paul trailed slightly behind him. There was a pained look on his face that was gone as soon as it came. The two men stopped in front of the desk as Verena looked on expectantly.

“I see you’re all settled in!” Paul chuckled, Verena smiled at the older man. “Brutal already gave me a tour of the place and introduced me to Del.” Verena fought back a grimace at the image of the man popping into her brain.

The Warden said his goodbyes and wished Verena luck before making his leave. Paul gave a look towards Verena and Brutal before saying, “Miss Anghelescu, you can shadow Brutal for the rest of the day.”

Verena smiled before saying, “Alright sir but please just call me Verena?” She asked the man.

“Alright but only if you stop with that ‘sir’ nonsense, you’re makin’ me feel old as hell!” Paul laughed.

The day passed rather quickly and before Verena knew it, it was time to go home. Dean and Harry had left around an hour ago leaving Verena, Brutal, Paul, and Percy. Verena had said goodbye to Paul and Brutal before was heading for the door when she heard a voice from behind her.

“Here,” Percy started, “Let me get the door for ya.”

Verena decided to humor this behavior, Percy slipped past her and held the door open as she walked down the steps. “Thank you, Percy.” She called to him.

The young man looked as if he wanted to say something but kept his mouth shut, Verena noticed this and asked, “Would you mind walkin’ me to my truck?”

“Of course not!” Percy said almost desperately.

The pair walked in silence until they reached Verena’s truck. “Here we are!” She chirped as she went for the handle of the door.

“M’sorry,” Percy blurted out, Verena’s head snapped in his direction, “For what I said earlier, I din’ realize you were a mama.” The dark haired man looked ashamed.

Verena turned fully towards him and said, “It’s alright, sugar,” She laughed a little when she said, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m not a mama, I’m an aunt.” A small smile spread across her face as a look of relief washed over Percy’s face.

“Will I see you tomorrow, Percy?” Verena asked gently.

“Yes, ya will.” Percy said with a lopsided smile before turning to walk away. What an interesting, beautiful man.

The ride back to Verena’s home was long and dull, she kept replaying the day's events over in her mind. It was around 8:30 when she rolled onto her driveway. She exited the car and made her way up to the front door, took her shoes off and walked to the living room.

“Good evenin’, Miss Verena,” Said Hetty, the nanny, who sat in the arm chair, “I take it you got that job you was aimin’ for?” The older woman said with a smile.

“I sure did!” Verena could barely mask the excitement in her voice. “Good Lord, honey, I’m proud of ya!” Hetty said standing from the chair to hug Verena

“I just got one question for ya, girl.” There was a mischievous smile upon her face.

“And what’s that?” Asked Verena suspiciously.

“Ya find any good men?” Hetty laughed out although she was quite serious.

“Oh, Hetty!” Verena cried out in embarrassment.

“What?” Hetty laughed, “Was just a simple question?”

“Well if you must know,” Verena dragged out the suspense, “There’s two I have my eye on!”

Hetty let out a laugh and brought the younger woman into her arms again. She had been pestering Verena about finding a man for awhile now and hearing that she found two potential suitors made her nearly shed a tear.

“Well then,” Hetty started, “You have a good night, baby!”

“You too, Hetty!” Verena walked Hetty to the door and watched as she walked across the lawn to her husband's car where Malcom sat waiting for his wife. Verena shut the door and locked it before making her way upstairs to her bedroom.

Violeta lay peacefully asleep in the crib beside Verena’s bed. She gently stroked the infant's face before turning to grab a nightie from her wardrobe. She slowly undressed, the exhaustion finally creeping up on her. The woman sighed in relief as she was released from her bra. Her large, swollen breast hung freely, she would need to nurse the baby later in order to be comfortable enough to get a good night's sleep. The brunette slipped into her nightie before getting into bed. She made sure to tie her hair back with a ribbon before sleep encased her.

It was 3:45 in the morning when Verena awoke to infant cries. She sat up in bed and switched the dim light on before gently scooping Violeta into her arms. Verena freed her breast from her nightgown and brought the baby girl to it to which she instantly latched on. As Verena sat nursing the baby a troubling thought popped into her head, Hetty wasn’t able to watch Violeta tomorrow and Verena had to be at the prison.

Verena let out a loud sigh. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.

[darktiger0049]

updated

[perfect97]

Truly perfect 😍

he’s ✨perfection✨

i’m draggin’ you all down this rabbit hole with me

[ghoulish-art-tendencies]

happy ides of march everyone I hope you get in a good stabbing

[thegirlinprague]

Happy Ides of March to everyone celebrating!

[fishwithteeth]

I stumble across this sometimes on my Tumblr and literally what does this mean I lay awake at night thinking about this. This is like something that I would dream up with a fever of 101. I'm not mad I'm just scared.

I saw the stupid peach time meme and then this happened

[thehungergamesarchives]

List of Hunger Games Victors

There have been 75 total victors throughout the Hunger Games. one for every year from the 1st to 73rd Hunger Games, and two for the 74th Hunger Games, while the 75th Hunger Games did not have a victor. Every victor has been between the age of fourteen and eighteen at the time of their victory.

By the time of the reaping for the 75th Hunger Games, fifty-nine victors were still alive, while the other sixteen had died; however — by the end of the Second Rebellion, only seven remained.

* = 75TH HUNGER GAMES ** = PURGE OF THE VICTORS

1st-9th Hunger Games

1ST HUNGER GAMES: SEMEL HUNT (D2), AGE 17, MALE — UNKNOWN, PRESUMED DECEASED 2ND HUNGER GAMES: FICUS ACCIAI (D7), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED

3RD HUNGER GAMES: SILVRA DE LAURIER (D1), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED 4TH HUNGER GAMES: CASPIAN SALLER (D4), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED 5TH HUNGER GAMES: VICTORIA WALTON (D1), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED 6TH HUNGER GAMES: THRESHER UNWIN (D11), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED 7TH HUNGER GAMES: TAURO MILITAN (D10), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED 8TH HUNGER GAMES: ADAMAS LANGSTON (D1), AGE 15, MALE — DECEASED 9TH HUNGER GAMES: MARIUS LEVISAY (D2), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED

10th-19th Hunger Games

10TH HUNGER GAMES: LUCY GRAY BAIRD (D12), AGE 16, FEMALE — UNKNOWN, PRESUMED DECEASED 11TH HUNGER GAMES: MAGS FLANAGAN (D4), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED* 12TH HUNGER GAMES: IVORY AUCLAIR (D1), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED 13TH HUNGER GAMES: HADRIAN BANKS (D2), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED** 14TH HUNGER GAMES: BRUCE BAUMHAUER (D7), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED** 15TH HUNGER GAMES: TILLY CUTLER (D9), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED** 16TH HUNGER GAMES: WOOF CASINO (D8), AGE 15, MALE — DECEASED* 17TH HUNGER GAMES: REEF STAFFORD (D4), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED** 18TH HUNGER GAMES: PERSIKA ALLENS (D11), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED** 19TH HUNGER GAMES: AMPIA BOLT (D5), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED**

20th-29th Hunger Games

20TH HUNGER GAMES: TACITA REUTER (D2), AGE 17, FEMALE — DECEASED** 21ST HUNGER GAMES: MARJORIE PRUITT (D11), AGE 17, FEMALE — DECEASED** 22ND HUNGER GAMES: AVION CAIRD (D6), AGE 14, MALE — DECEASED** 23RD HUNGER GAMES: LINUX FORD (D3), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED 24TH HUNGER GAMES: ABEL BERRICK (D8), AGE 16, MALE — DECEASED** 25TH HUNGER GAMES (1ST QUARTER QUELL): PLUTO KEENE (D1), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED 26TH HUNGER GAMES: AGNES MERLO (D10), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED** 27TH HUNGER GAMES: KODAIK PUGA (D4), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED 28TH HUNGER GAMES: TRINITY ALBRECHT (D1), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED** 29TH HUNGER GAMES: CORDELIA TEAGUE (D4), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED

30th-39th Hunger Games

30TH HUNGER GAMES: CHASSIS CAMPBELL (D6), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED** 31ST HUNGER GAMES: TAFFETA GIBSON (D8), AGE 15, FEMALE — DECEASED** 32ND HUNGER GAMES: BIANCA JONSDOTIR (D2), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED** 33RD HUNGER GAMES: SEEDER HOWELL (D11), AGE 15, FEMALE — DECEASED* 34TH HUNGER GAMES: BEETEE LATIER (D3), AGE 15, MALE — DECEASED* 35TH HUNGER GAMES: KYANO BONATZ (D2), AGE 16, MALE — DECEASED** 36TH HUNGER GAMES: AZORA JUHARI (D1), AGE 17, FEMALE — DECEASED** 37TH HUNGER GAMES: MARLOW DONNELY (D4), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED** 38TH HUNGER GAMES: PORTER MILLICENT TRIPP (D5), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED** 39TH HUNGER GAMES: EVE DELANEY (D7), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED

40th-39th Hunger Games

40TH HUNGER GAMES GAMES: SYLVA MAYLEAF (D9), AGE 17, FEMALE — DECEASED* 41ST HUNGER GAMES: DOVER SAUNDERS (D4), AGE 16, MALE — DECEASED** 42ND HUNGER GAMES: BRONCO WHITE (D10), AGE 15, MALE — DECEASED** 43RD HUNGER GAMES: TULLIA BLYTH (D6), AGE 17, FEMALE — DECEASED** 44TH HUNGER GAMES: BRANSON BERNHARDT (D9), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED* 45TH HUNGER GAMES: CHAFF MITCHELL (D11), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED* 46TH HUNGER GAMES: PALLADIUM BARKER (D1), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED** 47TH HUNGER GAMES: BRUTUS GUNN (D2), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED* 48TH HUNGER GAMES: LYME CHRISTIE (D2), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED** 49TH HUNGER GAMES: WIRESS PLUMMER (D3), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED*

50th-59th Hunger Games

50TH HUNGER GAMES (2ND QUARTER QUELL): HAYMITCH ABERNATHY (D12), AGE 16, MALE — ALIVE 51ST HUNGER GAMES: PETRO LOGAN (D5), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED* 52ND HUNGER GAMES: BLIGHT JORDAN (D7), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED* 53RD HUNGER GAMES: AMBER JACKSON (D2), AGE 17, FEMALE — DECEASED** 54TH HUNGER GAMES: CRISTA VALOUREE CULBERT (D1), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED** 55TH HUNGER GAMES: FALLOW COTTERHILL (D9), AGE 16, MALE — DECEASED** 56TH HUNGER GAMES: FEN REYANSH (D4), AGE 15, MALE — DECEASED** 57TH HUNGER GAMES: IONA LI (D5), AGE 15, FEMALE — DECEASED* 58TH HUNGER GAMES: MATERA HAYES (D6), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED* 59TH HUNGER GAMES: THATCH FLATER (D11), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED**

60th-69th Hunger Games

60TH HUNGER GAMES: CECELIA SANCHEZ (D8), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED* 61ST HUNGER GAMES: SAFFRON BISSETTE (D3), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED** 62ND HUNGER GAMES: ENOBARIA GOLDING (D2), AGE 17, FEMALE — ALIVE 63RD HUNGER GAMES: GLOSS RITSCHLUND (D1), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED* 64TH HUNGER GAMES: CASHMERE RITSCHLUND (D1), AGE 17, FEMALE — DECEASED* 65TH HUNGER GAMES: FINNICK ODAIR (D4), AGE 14, MALE — DECEASED** 66TH HUNGER GAMES: JACKSON SADELL (D10), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED* 67TH HUNGER GAMES: AUGUSTUS BRAUN (D1), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED** 68TH HUNGER GAMES: JUSTIN MECH (D6), AGE 16, MALE — DECEASED* 69TH HUNGER GAMES: TAURA WAXLER (D10), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED*

70th-75th Hunger Games

70TH HUNGER GAMES: ANNIE CRESTA (D4), AGE 18, FEMALE — ALIVE 71ST HUNGER GAMES: JOHANNA MASON (D7), AGE 17, FEMALE — ALIVE 72ND HUNGER GAMES: REGIMO BANKS (D2), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED** 73RD HUNGER GAMES: LUCIUS GALLIARD (D2), AGE 16, MALE — DECEASED** 74TH HUNGER GAMES: KATNISS EVERDEEN & PEETA MELLARK (D12), AGE 16, MALE/FEMALE — ALIVE 75TH HUNGER GAMES (3RD QUARTER QUELL): NO VICTOR

Total No. of Victors per District:

DISTRICT 1: 12 (5 MALE, 7 FEMALE) DISTRICT 2: 12 (7 MALE, 5 FEMALE) DISTRICT 3: 4 (2 MALE, 2 FEMALE) DISTRICT 4: 10 (7 MALE, 3 FEMALE) DISTRICT 5: 4 (1 MALE, 3 FEMALE) DISTRICT 6: 5 (3 MALE, 2 FEMALE) DISTRICT 7: 5 (3 MALE, 2 FEMALE) DISTRICT 8: 4 (2 MALE, 2 FEMALE) DISTRICT 9: 4 (2 MALE, 2 FEMALE) DISTRICT 10: 5 (3 MALE, 2 FEMALE) DISTRICT 11: 6 (3 MALE, 3 FEMALE) DISTRICT 12: 4 (2 MALE, 2 FEMALE)

[angstycrow-chan]

One of the weirdest parts of the mini fandom in the green mile is that there are ppl who ship Brutus Howell with Percy wetmore, even tho the book AND the movie explicitly shows Brutus hating Percy, it even states that In the book, Paul had to stop Brutus from almost killing Percy after dels execution

[mgbookland]

La milla verde (título original en inglés: The Green Mile) es una novela del escritor estadounidense Stephen King.

Fue publicada en seis volúmenes. La historia transcurre en 1932. La primera edición en castellano (en seis entregas periódicas), y la segunda (ya en un solo volumen) se publicaron con el título El pasillo de la muerte. A raíz del estreno de la adaptación cinematográfica, la novela pasó a ser publicada con el título de dicha adaptación, que es una traducción literal del título original.fue llevada al cine en 1999. La adaptación y dirección estuvo a cargo de Frank Darabont, con Tom Hanks como Paul Edgecomb, Michael Clarke Duncan como John Coffey, William «Billy el niño» Wharton interpretado por Sam Rockwell, Eduard "Del" Delacroix interpretado por Michael Jeter y Brutus «Mole» Howell interpretado por David Morse..

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You and Me (Part 1)

First time doing this. Severe lack of Dean Stanton content everywhere so if you like it I’m happy🩷

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The van rattled down the cracked, uneven road, its tires crunching gravel as the sun dipped lower in the sky. Inside, Y/N sat on the cold metal bench, her wrists bound in chains that bit into her skin with every jolt. She barely noticed. Her gaze lingered on the small, grimy window across from her. Through it, she caught fleeting glimpses of the outside world: fields fading into shadows, a rusted barbed-wire fence that stretched endlessly, trees with branches outstretched, and the occasional flicker of sunlight painting streaks on her face.

But it wasn’t the scenery she saw. It was her children.

She could almost hear their laughter, clear and bright like church bells on a Sunday morning. She could see the way her youngest grinned when he lost his front teeth, the way her eldest scrunched her nose when she concentrated on her drawings. Those memories felt like they belonged to someone else now, someone who lived a lifetime ago, someone who was supposed to be happy, someone who wasn’t her. And yet, the warmth those fleeting memories brought her was bittersweet, mingled with the ache of knowing she would never see them again.

Her fingers curled into her palms, she felt a dull pain… but that was all she’d ever felt, pain was the only thing that she knew would be with her forever. But she couldn’t let herself cry. 

Not here. 

Not now.

At the front of the van, Dean Stanton glanced into the rearview mirror. His eyes lingered on the woman sitting quietly in the back, her face bathed in the amber light of the setting sun. She didn’t look like someone who belonged in chains. There was no defiance in her, no cruelty, no bitterness, no hate, just a calmness that he couldn’t quite place, like she’d already made peace with the worst.

It unsettled him.

Dean shifted his grip on the steering wheel, his mind racing. Over the years, he’d seen countless prisoners come through the gates of Cold Mountain, each one carrying their own unique weight of guilt or resignation. But this woman… She was different. There was something almost fragile about her, like she might shatter if handled too harshly.

And yet, there was a strength there too, buried deep beneath the surface, she wouldn’t cry, she just seemed so distant.

The van came to a slow stop inside the gates of the prison the clang of the metal doors locking behind them sent a shiver through Y/N, pulling her back to the present, back to her end. 

Dean stepped out first, his boots crunching on the gravel. He walked around to the back and unlocked the doors, his movements steady and unhurried. When the doors opened she didn’t look at him, her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. Dean had seen it before, fear, fear and the knowledge the mile was all that was left. He slowly climbed into the van and sat opposite her.

“You’ll be alright,” he said, his voice low and calm as he met her eyes. “The guards on the Mile���we’ll look out for you. Anything you need, you’re safe with us”

For a moment, Y/N could only stare at him. No one had spoken to her like that in years—not with kindness, not without an ulterior motive lurking beneath their words. Her throat felt tight, and she forced herself to look away, but after a breath her eyes met his again and she felt brave enough to manage a soft, “Thank you” before looking away again

Dean nodded, his expression unreadable, but there was a softness in his eyes that lingered.

The moment shattered as Percy Wetmore strode up from the front of the van, his smirk already plastered across his face. Always the indelicate man he grabbed the door handle and yanked it open, his gaze falling on Y/N like a predator sizing up its prey.

“Well, well,” Percy drawled, his tone laced with mockery. “Look what we’ve got here. Hope you’re ready for the grand tour, sweetheart” he drawled.

Y/N stiffened, her muscles coiling with unease, she knew that tone, it reminded her of Him. Percy reached for her arm, his grip too firm despite Y/N trying to pull away, but before he could pull her out, Dean grabbed Percy’s wrist.

“That’s enough, Percy,” Dean said, his voice firm but measured. Percy let go and Dean was able to throw his wrist away causing Percy to stumble out of the back of the van, though he regained himself quickly he was undoubtedly shamed. 

Dean turned his back to the younger man, blocking him from Y/N entirely. Reaching out, he offered her his hand.

“I’m sorry about him, I promise he won’t touch you again. Just take your time,” Dean said, his tone softer now, his eyes never leaving her. 

“Watch your step.” Y/N hesitated, her gaze darting between the two men. Percy’s scowl was dark, his lips curling in disdain, but Dean’s calm presence felt like a shield, a small reprieve from the sharp edges of the world. With his hand still outstretched slowly Y/N took his hand. His grip was steady, warm, comforting, and it steadied something in her, she hadn’t even realised was trembling until he put his other hand on her waist slowly and steadily guided her out of the van.

As her feet touched the ground, the towering walls of Cold Mountain loomed before her, stark and unyielding against the fading light. The weight of the place pressed down on her chest, she shouldn’t been here…

But for a fleeting moment, the memory of Dean’s kindness cut through the suffocating fear.

Percy muttered something under his breath, stalking ahead with a sour expression, but Y/N didn’t hear him. Her focus remained on the building before her, the place where she would meet her end. And then there was Dean, who walked beside her as if to silently promise he wouldn’t let her face this alone.

The gates of E block closed behind them away with a deafening clang as the van rode ,and Y/N knew she was stepping into a new kind of hell. But for the first time in a long time, she felt the faintest glimmer of something she couldn’t quite name.

Maybe it was hope.

[incorrectgreenmilequotes]

Dark Paradise, Chapter Two

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The sounds of a blaring alarm clock and wailing baby awoke Verena from her slumber. She sprung up and shut off the alarm before lifting Violeta from her crib. The baby continued to wail as Verena pulled out one of her breasts for the baby to latch onto. The infant fed greedily as her tiny hands gripped Verena’s breast. Verena stood from her bed to exit her room. The brunette crept down the stairs to prepare her own breakfast.

Eggs on toast was enough for her. Cooking with one hand was a challenge Verena quickly adapted too. Once done with cooking her meal, Verena sat at her small kitchen table. Violeta began to whine at the ceased flow of milk, Verena quickly switched her to her other breast and both continued their meals. Verena placed her empty plate in the sink before heading back upstairs to shower and get dressed for the day.

After a quick shower, Verena placed her niece back into her crib and glided over to her wardrobe. She pulled out a white blouse and a simple navy blue skirt, her undergarments also found their way into her hands. Once dressed, Verena paced over to the small dresser and pulled out a small white and yellow dress for Violeta. She quickly changed and dressed the baby before packing a large satchel full of cloth diapers, an extra set of clothes, and a few other essentials.

Verena gathered the infant and satchel before heading back downstairs. She made her way over to the couch where a blanket lined basket sat. The woman gently tucked the baby into the basket before carrying the basket away through the front door by the handle. The brunette's curls bounced behind her, she had made a futile attempt to tame them but alas they ended up being half up in a ribbon.

The passenger door was opened as Verena placed the basket on the seat, she removed her satchel and placed it on the floor of the truck. She shut the door and rounded the truck to the driver side, once inside she started the engine and took off towards the prison. Her heart raced at the thought of bringing Violeta with her but she had no other choice. She needed the day's pay so she came up with a plan. Run straight to E-Block and hide Violeta in the office. She’d deal with the other guards when she arrived.

Verena could feel her heart pounding as she passed through the gates of the prison. She parked her car and quickly gathered her satchel and Violeta. She set off in a brisk pace towards E-Block, she knew a full sprint would only raise suspicion. As her heels clicked up the stairs and to the door she stopped for a moment and took in a deep breath to calm her nerves. She pushed the door open to see Brutal and Dean at the desk. Both sent her a smile before a confused glance at the contents in her heavily sweaty palms.

“Whatcha got there?” Brutal stood from the desk to see if Verena needed help with the large basket but froze upon hearing a small cry.

“Is that a baby?” Dean said standing from the desk. Verena shushed them both, taking a few steps to close the gap between her and Brutal. Violeta began to wail, hunger wracking her tiny body.

“Come on.” Brutal led her to the locker room, opening the door for her then following her in. He had to get to the bottom of this seeing as he was second in command.

“What are ya doin’ bringin’ a baby in here?” Brutal asked in a gentle yet stern voice, his strong arms crossed over his chest.

Verena settled on one of the benches before speaking.

Embarrassment washed over her as she spoke, “Is it alright if I feed her while I explain?”

“Alright.” Brutal sighed, shifting his weight between his feet. Verena turned away as best she could before unbuttoning her blouse, her swollen nipples poking out from the holes of her nursing bra. She scooped Violeta from the basket and placed her to her chest. The baby hungrily latched on. Verena attempted to cover herself as best she could.

“Here, sweetheart.” Brutal said as placed his jacket over the feeding baby. He made sure the jacket was secure before speaking again, “Now tell me what’s goin’ on.” He looked to Verena expectantly as he sat next to her.

Verena felt so much emotion come over her at once. Embarrassment and fear causing her to lose control of her emotions and sob.

“I’m so sorry,” She spoke in between sobs, “The nanny couldn’t work today and I really need the day's pay and I panicked and didn’t know what to do!” The words spewed from her mouth as she continued to sob into her hand.

“Hey hey,” Brutal placed an arm around her shoulder pulling her into his sad, “It’s gon’ be alright, darlin’” Verena buried her face into his chest as she continued to sob.

Just then the door flew open as Paul strided in. Harry and Dean hung their heads around the doorframe. Brutal made a motion to shew them away which did work.

“What’s this I hear ‘bout you bringin’ in a baby!” Paul barked out, Brutal stood from his seat and walked over to his fellow guard. At this Paul could get a full view of the young woman who sat nursing, attempting to keep herself covered with Brutal’s heavy jacket.

“Listen,” Brutal said in a hushed tone, “She din’ have any other option, she needs the money and there was no one to watch her baby.”

Paul thought over Brutal’s words before speaking to Verena, “Stay in the office and here if ya need to bring the baby,” His voice was stern yet a caring look was on his face, “Especially today, we have a new inmate comin’ in and we don’t want either of ya in that situation.”

Verena nodded as a choked, “Thank you, Paul,” left her throat. Paul left the room sighing at Dean and Harry who were standing just beyond the door.

Brutal closed the door behind Paul then made his back over to Verena. He stood in front of the young woman and brought out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from her delicate face. Her porcelain skin was now red and blotchy. “Why’d you help me, Brutal?” She whispered to him. The tall man smiled before gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “Well, you’re a young mama that needs all the help she can get,” He sat down before continuing, “That’s how my mama was.”

Verena laid her head against his shoulder, he gave her knee a reassuring squeeze. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again.

“Just how young are ya?” He asked, he knew she was young but didn’t know if that was just looks deceiving him. “I’m only eighteen.” Verena whispered gently. Brutal was shocked, he hadn’t expected a number so small. He patted her knee before standing, “I’ve gotta head out there for the new inmate, I’ll come get ya when it’s clear for ya to come out.” He sent her a smile, a small ‘thank you’ was heard as he shut the door.

Some time had passed as Verena now sat watching Violeta nap in her basket, she had already nursed and changed the sleeping girl. She turned her head to the sound of the door opening, Brutal stood in the doorway as he beckoned her over with his large hand. Verena quickly gathered the basket and her satchel before following Brutal to the office. Once inside, Brutal motioned for her to take a seat on the leather couch. She read the room to be good enough to ask her question.

“So how did it go?” All four men could hear the curiosity in her voice. Paul was the one to answer, “The man seems meek enough, I’d say he wouldn’t cause you any trouble.” Verena felt relieved at that. “Was a pretty normal intake.” Harry spoke up next. “If ya count Percy breakin’ Del’s fingers for no reason as normal then it sure was!” Dean piped in. Verena shook her head at that, she hated senseless violence. Her mind couldn’t help but to drift to Percy though. His beautiful face, his dark hair, and those eyes. Oh, those beautiful eyes.

“You’ll be able to meet him tomorrow,” Brutal said as he sat next to her on the armrest of the couch, “You get to just focus Violeta for the day.” He smiled, Verena gently leaned against his large frame.

“That her name?” Dean asked, giving a slight point to the baby, Verena grinned and nodded. “That sure is pretty.”

The rest of the men agreed.

“Thank you!” Verena said happily. She took a lot of pride in their traditional names.

The day dragged on slowly, Percy was yet to be seen which saddened Verena a bit. She had a crush on him at first sight. Verena was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of the office door opening up to reveal Brutal. His jacket was back on and he looked rather tired.

“I’m headed out for the night,” He was leaning on the doorway as he spoke, “Ya want me to walk you to your car?” He offered politely.

“That’d be lovely, sugar!” Verena said cheerily, a hint of tiredness in her voice.

Verena went to gather her things before Brutal stopped her to take the basket from her hand. She couldn’t help but smile at the kind gesture. They said their goodbyes to the rest of the guards before making their way to the door. Brutal led Verena across the red soil to the parking lot. Verena opened the passenger door and placed her satchel on the floor before grabbing the basket from Brutal and gently placed it down on the seat. She shut the door and rounded the vehicle to the driver side where Brutal already stood with the door hung open. She smiled as he helped lift her into the tall vehicle.

“Thank you again, for everything.” Verena leaned over to give Brutal a quick kiss to the cheek, the flustered man looked down and laughed a little before saying, “Anytime, darlin’” Verena gave him one last smile before he shut her door and walked off to his own truck. Verena watched him as went. He truly was such a kind man.

Verena arrived home an hour later around 8:00. She gathered everything from the truck and made her way into her home. Once through the door, she went to set Violeta and the satchel down in the living room. She made her way back to the front door to retrieve the mail. A gasp left her mouth as she opened the single envelope. The bank was taking her home. Verena dropped to the floor as sobs wracked her body. She had to come up with a plan.

That morning Verena awoke to Violeta’s wails, the woman quickly cradled the baby and began to feed her. A knock on the door was heard fifteen minutes later, Verena threw herself from her bed and quickly made her way downstairs. She could see through the small window that Hetty stood just beyond the door. Verena unlocked the door and moved aside for the older woman.

“Good mornin’, honey!” Hetty chirped merrily. Verena smiled before guiding Hetty to the living room, both sat down before Verena spoke.

“I’m losing the house.” Tears spilled from Verena’s eyes, Hetty’s hands immediately went to cradle the woman. Verena buried her face in Hetty’s coily hair as she sobbed. The older woman gently stroked the younger woman's back as she held onto her.

“We’ll figure somethin’ out, baby.” Hetty spoke calmly.

“I think I know someone I might be able to stay with,” Verena raised her head, “I’ll talk to him today.”

“Jus’ let me know what’s gon’ happen, Miss Verena.”

The two women sat there a little while longer, a comfortable silence settled over them. Verena looked at the clock on the mantle and saw that it was 7:30, she was late for work. She quickly handed Violeta over to Hetty and made a dash for the shower. After a quick shower, she made her way over to her bedroom and swiftly got dressed in a white blouse and dark blue wide leg trousers. The trousers hugged her plump backside and the top of her thighs. She quickly threw on a black belt and black oxfords. The brunette tied her curls back with the same ribbon from yesterday.

Verena all but flew downstairs, she gave Hetty a hug and a small kiss to Violeta before snatching her purse from the coat rack and marching out the door. Hopping into her truck, the engine roared to life as she sped out the driveway. The Prison was an hour away so she wouldn’t get there until 8:45, which meant she wouldn’t be able to leave until 9:00 that night. A groan escaped her lips as she thought over this only being her third day and she was already late.

The truck jolted to a stop as Verena parked it. She jumped from the vehicle and made a sprint to E-Block, she really didn’t care who saw her. Her feet thudded up the steps as her heart raced. She opened the door to reveal only Percy at the desk. He looked at her almost expectantly before speaking.

“Well ain’t you a lil late,” He laughed but quickly stopped at seeing her pained expression, “Paul n’ Brutal are gettin’ ya a jacket from the Warden.” Verena let out a sigh as she sat next to Percy, she folded her arms on the desk and gently laid her head on them. She was surprised when she felt a delicate hand smooth out her curls, she slowly raised her head to look at the culprit.

“Sorry.” Percy said, retracting his hand, a blush spread across his face that blurred out his light freckles.

“S’alright.” Verena said with a small smile

“Heard ya brought the baby in yesterday?” Percy said in a humorous tone. Verena groaned at the memory of that day, still not over the embarrassment.

“What about it?” Verena asked, Percy just let out a haughty laugh before saying, “Guess I’m just a lil jealous that all the other fellas got to meet her but me.” He finished with a shrug. Verena let out a small chuckle.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to meet her soon enough.” They smiled at each other before hearing the door open.

In walked Paul and Brutal, the latter carrying what they knew to be Verena’s work jacket. Both looked surprised at seeing Verena at the desk.

“Glad ya could make it in,” Brutal chuckled, “We we’re startin’ to think ya weren’t coming back!”

“As if!” Verena laughed out. Brutal walked over to her and handed her the navy jacket and a belt containing a holster, pistol, and baton. Verena thanked him before marching towards the locker room.

Verena set the pile down on the bench before picking up the jacket. Upon further inspection, it was a woman's cut to her surprise. She slipped her arms into the jacket before doing up the buttons, the jacket accentuated her waist and flared out a bit at the hips. Next was the belt, to which she struggled until she heard the door open. She looked over to see Percy standing in the doorway with an amused look on his face.

“You just gonna stand there or are you going to help me out here?” Verena spat out although there was no venom in her words. Percy sauntered over and took the belt from her small hands with his own delicate ones. He hooked the belt above her hips and tightened until it rested comfortably on her waist. He finished by tucking her hair back behind her ears with a smile on his face.

“Thank you.” Verena said quietly.

“Anythin’ else ya need, hon?” He questioned with a smirk. Verena thought for a moment before speaking.

“Do you mind sending Brutal in, sugar?” Verena asked sweetly, “I need to speak with him about something rather important.” Percy clicked his tongue before nodding.

Verena waited for what felt like forever before Brutal came through the door. She beckoned him to sit down next to her. She noted the confusion on his face. So she took a deep breath before speaking.

“I know we’ve just met and all but I could really use your help with something.” Her voice shook as she spoke.

“What is it, darlin’?” Brutal pushed, he was looking at her with the kindest eyes. Verena felt a wave of guilt pass over her.

“The bank is taking my house and I was wondering if I could stay with you,” She blurted out, “It would just be until I can find my own place, I promise I can help with bills and any housework.”

Brutal thought for a moment before speaking gently.

“I’d be happy to help ya out, sweetheart.” That kind smile returning to his face. Verena wrapped her arms around him and sputtered out multiple thank you’s. Brutal wrapped his strong arms around her waist and buried his face in her soft curls. They stayed like that for a moment.

“We’ll get your things packed this weekend and get ya all settled in.” Brutal was the first to speak.

“Thank you so much.” Verena said, still clinging onto the large man.

Brutal broke from the hug before speaking again.

“I think it’s time ya met the new inmate, I have to warn ya that he’s massive.” Brutal said with a chuckle.

“Can’t be any more massive than you, sugar!” Verena giggled at the man. Brutal simply shook his head.

The pair made their way down the mile to the final cell. Verena’s eyes widened at the large man laying on the bed, he was enormous.

“John!” Brutal called out, “Come meet our other guard.”

The man slowly rolled from the bed and stood up, he came up to the bars and latched his hands on. Verena couldn’t believe the sight of him. She looked to Brutal who just motioned his head forward.

“Hello, John,” Verena started, “My name's Verena Anghlescu, I’m one of the guards.”

“You’s the lady with the baby,” Verena nodded at him.

“Yes that’s right.” She smiled at him.

Truth be told she had no idea how he knew about Violeta and by the look on his face neither did Brutal.

His next move was unexpected, he reached his tree branch of an arm out of the cell and placed his hand out.

Verena took it and gave it a gentle shake.

“It’s nice to meet ya.” He said in his deep voice.

“You too.” Verena smiled at him.

[darktiger0049]

Re-watched The Green Mile two days ago

Such a great movie

So, what can I say

Brutal 💙

[aryn-the-bearheart]

Comfort Movie Tag! (But I’m changing it to characters bc I’ve done the movies before)

List 10 comfort characters and tag 10 people!

Tagged by @darkcozyforest

In no particular order:

1. Peter Pan

2. Grog Strongjaw

3. Van Helsing

4. Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski De Rolo III

5. Brutus Howell

6. Sandman

7. Sandor Clegane

8. The Doctor

9. Dr. Lightman

10. All Might

Tagging @locke-writes