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While exploring the uncharted wilderness in 1823, legendary frontiersman Hugh Glass (Leonardo DiCaprio) sustains injuries from a brutal bear attack. When his hunting team leaves him for dead, Glass must utilize his survival skills to find a way back home to his beloved family. Grief-stricken and fueled by vengeance, Glass treks through the wintry terrain to track down John Fitzgerald (Tom Hardy), the former confidant who betrayed and abandoned him.

Release date: February 3, 2016 
Director: Alejandro González Iñárritu
Running time: 2h 36m
Cinematography: Emmanuel Lubezki
Box office: 282.2 million USD

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“ In the 1820s, a frontiersman, Hugh Glass, sets out on a path of vengeance against those who left him for dead after a bear mauling. ”

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Release Date : 2015-12-25
Casts : Kory Grim, Leonardo DiCaprio, Forrest Goodluck, Tom Hardy, Paul Anderson, Will Poulter, Robert Moloney, Lukas Haas, Domhnall Gleeson, Brendan Fletcher, Grace Dove, Kristoffer Joner, Duane Howard, Brad Carter, Timothy Lyle, Joshua Burge
Duration : 156 minutes runtime
Rating : 7.4


The Revenant (2015)

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The Revenant Movie Storyline:
In the 1820s, a frontiersman, Hugh Glass, sets out on a path of vengeance against those who left him for dead after a bear mauling.

Movie Details :
Release Date : 2015-12-25
Casts : Paul Anderson, Kory Grim, Forrest Goodluck, Domhnall Gleeson, Kristoffer Joner, Will Poulter, Brad Carter, Lukas Haas, Tom Hardy, Grace Dove, Timothy Lyle, Joshua Burge, Robert Moloney, Brendan Fletcher, Duane Howard, Leonardo DiCaprio
Runtime : 156 minutes

Grim Reaper PT. 17 (BTS, Angst)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8  // Part 9// Part 10  // Part 11  // Part 12  // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16 // Part 17

This took SO long to write…I’m so sorry. I think it took me so long to finish because I was feeling really sad that this series is coming to an end. Even though it’s in one more chapter that’ll finally draw a close to this story, I’m actually dreading it. There’s a lot of fault with this story, boy do I know that for a fact. There’s many spelling errors that I probably didn’t get too, and plot holes that may have been over looked and forgotten as I progressed with the story. I don’t want to take the easy way out and just ending the story because I really love this. Grim Reaper is a story I really love and I have to admit I cried writing this chapter at the end. I’m so sorry it’s so late, I really had no idea what I was doing until now.

Check out the side series of all the other reapers!! (I’ll finish Taehyung and Jimin’s sometime….)

Suga // J-hope // Jungkook

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“Jungkook…” You breathed, clutching his shirt so desperately tight you could’ve practically ripped it. Upon opening your eyes, you looked only at Jungkook’s face. His whole body was relaxed when Namjoon had taken his last breath. “Please let go of me.”

And he did. Jungkook released his grip on you and didn’t stop as you left the already astray door at a pace that was faster than most.

“Jungkook! You can’t just let her leave!” Hoseok snapped from back in the room, but you were already half way down the hall. You couldn’t be there anymore. Your throat reflexively tightened, it felt as if you could barely breathe but you kept running. If you just got outside and screamed someone would help you, right?

“Why not? Namjoon is dead, so she’s free to go.” Jungkook said. You didn’t look back, but you could hear heavy thudding on the floor coming after you as you ran.

You could hear foot steps behind you, but they were evidently slower and much heavier. It was Yoongi you knew, even without turning around.

“(Y/N)!” Yoongi called after you. “Stop!”

But you didn’t. You sprinted toward the front door, slamming into it as you attempted to stop. Reaching toward the door knob, you turned it as quickly as you could.

It wouldn’t open.

Why wasn’t it opening? You couldn’t believe this. Banging against the door did nothing, especially with a voice lost even though you strained against the ache in your throat to scream. Nothing but air was leaving your lungs, and you felt strangled. Glancing behind yourself momentarily, you could see the shadow of Yoongi growing closer to you.

So you ran toward the staircase, almost tripping on your own feet as you ran into the darkness. You would be able to hide, even though that was definitely the worst thing to do when Yoongi would easily be able to find you.

“(Y/N), stop running!” Yoongi called again, voice more desperate. The sound of his shoes banging against the loose floor boards was quicker, and you let out a small squeak as you hit the basement.

Pitch blackness.

Usually this would’ve scared you, but now that Namjoon was dead and Yoongi was coming after you, all you wanted to do was sit in the darkness until they let you be. It easily invited you in, soothing you momentarily as you clutched to the wall and went searching for anywhere to conceal yourself. You wished whatever kind of witchy magic the boys had used on you would go away so people would realize you were missing and do something to find you.

Trip.

You were skidding along the floor, landing with a bang on the cool cement. With your eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, you could see the small dark outline of a box, with your belongings in it. You could hide there. Perfect.

Yoongi had hit the bottom of the steps by now, and he was calling out to you nonstop as you pulled your burning knee’s to your chest. Skin was obviously broken open, and you were bleeding but just barely. You laid your head on your knee’s, holding your breath.

“(Y/N),” his voice was soft, but you still heard it perfectly. Breath hitching, you flinched in the darkness but tried to keep your shaking bones as still as you could.

“I can hear your breathing and your heart beat.” Yoongi murmured. “I won’t try and find you, so just listen, okay? Level your breathing, so I know you won’t die!”

A light shone close to where you sat, and you knew Yoongi had a flashlight. Despite saying he wouldn’t try to find you, you knew he was still scanning the entire room in case you tried to leave.

“I had to say those things to get Namjoon to crack.” He began, the flashlight skimming around the perimeter of the room. “I know it’ll be hard to believe, but I didn’t mean anything.”

Yeah right… Bullshit he didn’t mean anything. Those words were filled with more truth than you’d like to admit. Moisture was filling your eyes, tumbling down your cheeks one tear at a time. Your breath was caught in your chest and a sob choked you. Placing a shaking hand over your mouth, you attempted to level your breathing to no avail.

“Namjoon is dead and I had to kill him. At first…at first all I wanted to do was have sex with you, that’s true.” He snorted, and you could imagine Yoongi looking down at his shoes while scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “But, that changed. I…things changed and I think I’m in love with…you.”

You couldn’t help the gasp of air sucked through your lungs, causing you to choke. The flashlight loomed close to you already, but Yoongi moved it right across your face.

“Does that mean you believe me?”

“No.” You croaked, wiping the tears away from your eyes as you stood up. Taking your time to step over the boxes, you still kept yourself planted on the other side of the room, away from Yoongi.

“I knew I couldn’t tell you what was going to happen. You needed to have a real reaction to be believable. Namjoon’s reaction was easily expected. He’s obsessed with you, and so gullible that he believed me.”

“I believed you. I still believe you.” Your voice was a whisper, and you hugged your arms around your body. Yoongi looked down at his feet, just as you had imagined, and his eyebrows were knit together firmly.

“Even after I just told you I was in love with you?”

You picked up the thing nearest to you, a vase, and chucked it at him. Yoongi let it crash against his shoulder, before watching it  fall to the floor and shatter. “Just because you said you’re in love with me doesn’t mean I’m going to believe you! After everything you said in that room, in front of all the boys! You’re the worst.”

“I told them everything I was going to say. They knew everything I was going to say was a lie. You think Jungkook would let me leave the room without ripping my arms off if I hadn’t told him? He loves you. He thinks of you as family.”

You came toward him again, slowly, hesitating with shaking fists at your side. Yoongi dropped the flashlight in his hand, watching you with demure eyes.

Once you stood barely even half a foot away from him, you hit him in the chest. He took every hit you gave him, watching you with a small smile spread across his lips.

“Do you hate me?”

“Yes.” You answered immediately, and Yoongi tensed for another smack against the shoulder. After you were finally through hitting him, Yoongi did something unexpected.

He hugged you.

Pulling you into him, Yoongi laid his head on your shoulder in the darkness and gently ran a hand down your spine while the other lay around your waist. He sighed, the breath tickling your neck as you felt Yoongi take a fistful of your shirt.

“If you hate me would you let me do this?” His voice was quieter, softer than usual. Yoongi was very out of character, you noted silently.

“What about this?” His lips crept to your neck, leaving light kisses against the base of your throat and up. “If you hated me would you let me do this?”

“Yoongi…” Your voice was a mere breath, hands firmly pressing against his arms. Your knee’s felt wobbly, and Yoongi’s laughter was like music to your ears. He was acting off, as if Yoongi knew something you didn’t. Still.

“(Y/N),” he whispered your name, over and over. “I have to tell you something.”

“What?” Why were you whispering? You didn’t know. Yoongi pulled away from your neck to press a chaste kiss on your lips. He ghosted his fingers down your arms, catching both wrists in a light but firm grip.

“The blue moon is tomorrow.” He hesitated, frowning in the darkness. Why was he having so much trouble telling you something? This was very unlike him.
“I’m probably going to die.”

What? No… You shook Yoongi away as if he’d burned you, hands suddenly reaching out to cup his cheeks. “No you’re not. You’re not. Yoongi, you’re not going to die, right? Yoongi..? Yoongi, answer me!”

“I don’t know. Even if I do die, Namjoon won’t be a problem anymore.”

“You just told me you’re in love with me and neglect to mention before that you’re probably going to die?” You sounded hysterical, and Yoongi leaned against your significantly warmer hands.

“Isn’t it just common knowledge that Seokjin is probably going to want me dead when I want…” He paused, taking a deep breath and exhaling just as long. It was a shaky breath, and you furrowed your brows in confusion and concern.

“Yoongi?”

“I’m fine.” He promised, pushing away both of your hands. Yoongi stepped back a bit, heavy on his feet. Even in the darkness you could see him wavering a bit, slouching over. “What I mean to say was-”

Crack.

Thunder. It was only thunder. Wait, was that Hoseok screaming? You strained your ears over the multiple sounds of thunder shattering your ear drums. It was so loud you barely noticed Yoongi sinking to the floor with a smack.

“Oh my god, Yoongi?” You panicked, falling to your knee’s just in time to catch his limp body. He choked out a few words, but you couldn’t understand them. The thunder kept drowning out your cries for help.

Yoongi pushed you away, mumbling something as he keeled over weakly. He began to vomit on the floor.

“(Y/N), go away.” He tried to say in a commanding tone, but you sat frozen on your knee’s.You couldn’t tell what it was but the smell was rank and it radiated heat. 

“I’m not leaving you. Yoongi, what’s happening?”

“Go away! I said go away so listen to me!” His voice was much more forced, harsh and strained. Even on his hand’s and knee’s, Yoongi was trying his best to keep you away.

Finally, after all of the screaming you heard someone running down the steps.

“(Y/N)? What’s wron- oh god, oh my god, Yoongi.” Jimin moved into action, waiting until he’d finally emptied his stomach to pick him up.

“(Y/N), go upstairs. Jungkook is throwing up blood as well. I’ll bring Yoongi. Go!”

Blood? Your brain was barely working fast enough, all you could do was hurry your legs up the stairs in the darkness and run down the hall toward the room. The moment you hit the top of the stairs, you could hear Hoseok crying for Jungkook, and it only sent you running faster. What was going on? Was this Seokjin’s doing? Wasn’t the blue moon was supposed to be tomorrow?

You only stopped running when you got to the door of the room. It was closed, and you were suddenly hesitating even opening it. Glancing back down the hall, you could see Jimin right on your tail. Yoongi looked like a broken child in his arms, lazing around limply. His head lulled back and forth with the motion of Jimin’s foot steps, his eyes closed tightly and mouth slightly agape. Turning around, you opened the door to Hoseok attempting to help Jungkook catch his breath.

It’s a sight like one you’ve seen before. Jungkook laying on the bed, pale as a ghost and panting for breath. He looked as if he were trying his hardest to hold onto life, and the moment Hoseok spotted you he was yelling.

“Don’t get in the way, I’ll kill you where you stand. Go watch Namjoon and make sure he doesn’t move!”

And there was Namjoon, in the corner of the room chained to a chair. He was out cold still, head hanging between his shoulders. You felt pity over anything, but you couldn’t worry about him just yet. 

Jimin had just entered the room with a writhing Yoongi, cheeks flushed and sweat beading down his temple. You had to move out of the way for Jimin to place him next to Jungkook on the bed.

“What’s happening to them?” You whimpered, watching Hoseok try his best to clean the both of them.

“Jimin,” Hoseok whispered. Jimin turned his head back to you, before reaching into his back pocket. “we’ll have to kill them. They’ll wake up later.”

“No, don’t kill them!” You rushed forward, only to be stopped by the knife in Jimin’s hand. He held it up mere inches from your neck, the blade so sharp that if he moved it any closer you could’ve been dead in seconds.

“They can’t die, they’re reapers.”

“Something’s happening to them, can’t you see?” You continued, ignoring the pearls of sweat running down your forehead.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, (Y/N).” Jimin snapped, using his free hand to shove you back. You fell against Namjoon’s knee’s, and you felt him twitch.

You felt him twitch.

He was awake. Scrambling to your feet, you shook Namjoon’s shoulders. His head lulled back, eyes the size of slits as he opened them and closed them again.

“Namjoon, Namjoon wake up.” You continued to shake him, not stopping even when he groaned and thrust his shoulder into the chains that held him in place.

“(Y/N).” Hoseok warned in a harsh voice. You were too scared to look back at him, so you cupped both of Namjoon’s cheeks and leveled your face with his.

“Please wake up! They’re going to kill Jungkook and Yoongi. Will they wake up again?”

“D-don’t-” He choked out in a raspy, barely there voice. You whirled around to look at Jimin, who was tipping Yoongi’s chin back to slice his throat.

“Don’t! Namjoon just said don’t!” You cried out, but Jimin didn’t stop. Hoseok was faltering you knew, but you had no control over what Jimin was doing. “Jimin, please!”

“They’re transition…transitioning.” Namjoon tried again, breathing hard as he worked against the chains. It strained against his skin, cutting small gashes.

“Transitioning? Jimin, stop!” You went toward the dark haired boy, holding both hands out in case he attempted to swing at you with the knife. He cocked his head over his shoulder, looking at you with hooded eyes.

“You can’t trust him. Are you fucking insane? They’re suffering and you just want them to continue to hurt because you believe Namjoon?”

“Transitioning….into humans…” Namjoon’s voice could hardly project itself, but you heard the wisp of it brush past your ears. Jimin turned his body to face you, but he wasn’t looking at you with those wide, fearful eyes. He was looking at Namjoon.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He held up the knife, toward you. You braced yourself, a shrill scream escaping your lips as Jimin attempted to lower the blade down onto you.

Except it didn’t.

“Now, Jimin…” A voice cooed gently, tightening the grip on Jimin’s wrist. “Who taught you to act that way holding a knife?”

“You’re not looking so good, Jin…” Jimin’s teeth were bared as he tried to bring the blade toward Seokjin instead. It was true, Seokjin looked much paler, almost…unwell. He was panting and holding tightly to his stomach as if he were about to vomit. Seokjin truly looked like death.

“You could thank Namjoon for that.” Seokjin snapped, weakly shoving Jimin’s arm away. Even weaker, Seokjin was still strong enough to push Jimin back into a dresser and snap it under his weight.

“Thank Namjoon?” Hoseok interrupted, taking hold of Seokjin’s robes and pulling him away from Jimin. Hoseok clearly had the upper hand, and Seokjin quickly folded under the pressure Hoseok was applying on his skin.

You looked over to Namjoon, who was still pushing against the chains and cutting deeper into his skin. He was looking over at you, struggling and choking as they cut off his air supply.

“Are you trying to kill yourself again?” You hesitated going over to him, but practically floated past Seokjin who was under the prying eyes of Hoseok. “I’m letting him free.”

“Don’t, (Y/N)!” Hoseok commanded, but you didn’t stop. You had to let him free, he’d help you. You believed Namjoon couldn’t do any more harm than he had.

“What do we do to help Yoongi and Jungkook, Namjoon?” You began to reach for the chains, pulling them away as quickly as you could. Namjoon slumped forward in his chair, and you had to hold him up to keep him from falling over onto the floor. The both of you sunk to the floor on your knees.

“Namjoon, please…” You whispered, arms wrapped around him tightly. He was shaking, breathing heavily against your shoulder.

“Kill…” he mumbled breathlessly. “Seokjin…”

“We can’t kill him, I thought?” You looked back over at Seokjin, who seemed like a hollow shell under the grip of Hoseok.

“You can…I gave him Yoongi and Jungkook’s blood.”

“Why the fuck would you do that?” Hoseok demanded, sounding more shocked than angry.

“They deserve to be human! I’m sorry I couldn’t get everyone else’s blood, I-”

Jimin silenced everyone, standing up in the clutter and picking up the knife from the floor. He was chuckling quite maniacally, clicking his tongue on the top of his mouth to make a tsk tsk sound.

“It’s not like I wanted to become human, anyway.” Jimin crooned rather harshly, although his words were spoken softly. His eyes were wide, lips pouting innocently as he watched Seokjin convulse in Hoseok’s arms.

“I didn’t want to become a reaper, either.” He dropped his hand to his side, the knife hovering dangerously close to Seokjin’s leg. “But you don’t care about that do you, Jin?”

“Jimin…” He choked, blood sputtering all over Jimin’s face. You watched as Jimin merely shrugged, face unchanging while his eyes fluttered to adjust to the red liquid being spat all over him.

“Do it, Jimin.” Namjoon ordered, raising his head slightly to look over your shoulder at them. He was gaining some color back to his cheeks, and his eyes didn’t seem as lifeless as they were before. You held Namjoon tighter, so he couldn’t get up, and ran a hand flush down his spine to sooth him slightly.

“Don’t you want to kill him, Hoseok?”

“Do it before he kills Jungkook and Yoongi!” You pleaded, only to be shot a look by Jimin.

“Aw, come on, (Y/N)…” Jimin whined childishly, stomping his feet on the floor and shaking you where you knelt. “Killing the one who absolutely ruined me would be a gift. To him. Can’t I at least have a little fun before he takes his last breath? It’s pretty funny to see him choke on his own blood. Tell me, Jin. How did we die? Drowning? Burned to death? How about murder? You neglected to mention how we were all fucking human once.”

“Jimin…” Seokjin tried again, but was cut off with a terribly loud scream moving past his lips. Jimin stabbed the knife into his leg, pulling it out slowly with a smile spread across his lips.

“How did I die, Jin? Should we tie him up and cut off all of his fingers until he tells me?” Jimin laughed again, tipping his head back and forcing the noise out. He didn’t find any of it funny, you knew.

Namjoon’s hands pressed on your shoulder, and he lazed himself to his feet with a grunt. You watched wordlessly as he wobbled from side to side for a moment, before he held out a hand for you to take. Allowing Namjoon to help you up, he pulled you close to him.

And he hugged you.

“Taehyung wanted you to listen to me, but you didn’t. It’s a shame, maybe if you believed me, all of them could’ve been human.”

“Namjoon, I…I don’t know what you mean…”

He pulled you away to look at you, but you were mildly distracted by the screaming Seokjin was projecting throughout the whole room. Namjoon was smiling sadly, a sight you could’ve sworn you’d seen before but couldn’t quite recall. “It’s fine, you don’t have too remember.”

“Do you want to kill him, Namjoon?” Jimin held out the bloody blade to him, gently wiggling it in front of his face.

“Yes, but you can do it. Give him your blood, for all I care.”

Jimin snorted, rolling his eyes. “No way in hell. I’m not living in a world where my soul will have to stay there forever.”

“You won’t, I didn’t give Seokjin my blood. I want to keep watch over (Y/N) to make sure she isn’t killed.”

“Romantic, but I’m still not taking chances. Bye, Jin. If there was hell, you’d be the king.” And he stabbed him, right in the neck. Seokjin’s eyes rolled back into his head, before his body fell limp in Hoseok’s arms almost immediately. Hoseok dropped him on the floor, wiping his hands off on his pants before looking over at Yoongi and Jungkook. His expression was sad, tears accumulating in his eyes that he was evidently willing not to spill down his cheeks.

“They’ll wake up soon, as humans?”

“Soon. I’ll make it so they don’t remember anything about this life.” Namjoon promised, stepping away from you to go over to them. You followed, close by his side. Nothing was making sense. What just happened? Were Yoongi and Jungkook truly going to become humans? Why wasn’t Namjoon? He had all the time in the world to give Seokjin his blood, just as he had intended from the start.

If that was the truth.

“That was the promise.” Namjoon was smiling as he looked down at Jungkook, gently running a hand down the younger boy’s arm.

“What promise?” You whispered, keeping your distance as Hoseok and Jimin made their way over to the bed. They were both silent as they bid farewell to the other boys, ruffling their hair or squeezing their shoulders. Hoseok’s breathing was off as he tried his hardest to keep from sobbing, and Jimin’s face was numb despite his quivering lip. You didn’t blame him for being so shocked. Jimin had just given up becoming a human as he’d so desperately wished just because he didn’t believe Namjoon.

“Yoongi and I made a promise, before he tried to kill you.”

“You never told me what that was.” You recalled, nodding slightly as you watched Yoongi’s chest rise and fall very peacefully. Namjoon nodded as well, turning back to you.

“Our promise was to kill Seokjin together. Looks like I couldn’t even keep that promise.”

“He’s still gone…” You looked away from him, not quite sure what to do. You felt embarrassed, sad. What had Taehyung told you? Why hadn’t you listened to Namjoon in the first place when he said he wanted to talk to you? It was so important, but you were blinded by fear. Now, Hoseok, Jimin and Namjoon were all stuck as reaper’s forever, while Yoongi and Jungkook were being let off easy.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” Namjoon sighed, brushing a hand down your cheek. You shied away from him, feeling tears prick your eyes.

“Please…” You breathed, the word barely audible as your voice shook uncontrollably. “Don’t apologize to me.”

“I’m so sorry.” He promised, voice sincere and strong. Namjoon stepped closer to you, both hands on your shoulders. “I want for you to be happy, and it won’t be with me.”

Namjoon jerked his head toward Yoongi. “It’s with him, right?”

“You said you’re going to make him forget everything…” You whimpered, covering your mouth with your shaking hand. Namjoon shook his head quickly, leaning over to match your height.

“I won’t make him forget you. All the good memories you had will be there.”

“But I’ll remember.” You said, words muffled beneath your hand. Namjoon was silent, and he took a deep breath before exhaling just as long. “Right?”

“You need to forget to move on.”

“But-”

He kissed you. Namjoon’s lips were soft, gentle upon yours. It was a slow kiss, but you were too frozen to reciprocate any type of return kiss at all.

“You need to forget…for me to move on.” He pulled away, looking at you with saddened eyes, but a smile still forced onto his lips. Of course you had to forget. Namjoon was willingly giving you back to the human world, with Yoongi and Jungkook joining you. The only way to go on living as if nothing had happened would be to obediently agree and hope everything would go back to normal. You’d never remember him, or Hoseok, and Jimin, or Taehyung and Seokjin. You wouldn’t remember them or the pain that came along with them when you saw their faces every day. Even in the small time you’d spent with them, just thinking about them brought so many memories you’d never recall another day after this one.

Of course you had to forget. For Namjoon.

“I love you.” He let go of you, closing his eyes. Tears were leaking from his eyes, and they sparkles brilliantly in the dim lighting of Hoseok’s trashed room. It wasn’t so different from all the other times you’d seen it, in a very similar manner.

You took one last, long look around. You’d never remember the room, but you were a sentimental person. It wasn’t like you wanted to remember, but you couldn’t help but feel your chest tighten at the thought of forgetting even the worst memories you shared with these people.

But it was all ending just like this.

A flood of emotions were running through your head. Tears fell from your eyes and sobs tightened your throat despite the anger that flared in your veins. You had so much you wanted to do, before feeling the emptiness you once had when Seokjin made you forget just a small period of time. It wasn’t just weeks you were forgetting, it was months, maybe even years. You were scared, and lonely, and sad.

The brief love you had with Namjoon, that ended so abruptly, was going to be forgotten by you, and only you. Namjoon couldn’t make himself forget about you, or any other painful memories he’d carried. That was the sad truth. For you, a girl who clearly didn’t love him any longer, was going to make him suffer forever and you wouldn’t even remember. You wanted to speak, but you could hardly breathe over the sobbing.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Was all you repeated, over and over. Hoseok and Jimin were watching you with shocked expressions.

“Goodbye, (Y/N).” He cried, no longer holding back the sadness in his eyes. Namjoon was sobbing just as hard as you, if not harder. “No matter how hard I try, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget your face.”

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t love you…I promised…”

He nodded once, wiping the back of his hand over his eyes. Namjoon placed both hands on your cheeks, and your eyelids suddenly felt heavy.

“I hope you forget me soon…Whatever I did to you.” You felt lighter than you had mere seconds ago. Looking at a person who was just a fading memory. What was his name, again? You couldn’t tell. With blurring vision, you blinked multiple times, eyes drooping more every time you blinked.

Your surroundings were changing, but you could barely tell what was going on anymore. Were you sleeping? Probably. The uncomfortable coldness on your cheeks soon faded, and all you felt was the world shaking beneath you, and drying tears staining your cheeks, and-

“(Y/N)? Jesus Christ…(Y/N)!” Your eyes shot open, and you were met with Yoongi’s face in the darkness. It was raining out very lightly, nothing too bad besides a simple down pour that your flowers outside would gladly soak up.

“W-what?”

“You were having a nightmare. Do you want some water?”

“I…no, I’m fine.” You wiped your cheeks dry, shuffling closer to Yoongi under the covers of your bed. He willingly allowed you in his arms, and he gently pressed his lips to your forehead.

“You woke me up, asshole.”

“Sorry, I guess it was pretty bad?” You snorted at his utter incompetence, keeping yourself from rolling your eyes at him despite the utter impossible way he acted when attempting to show any sort of fond affection.

“’Guess’? You don’t remember the nightmare you were crying over?”

“No, should I? It probably wasn’t that important, anyway. It was just a dream.”

Yoongi shook you again, this time more playfully. “You know what they say? Dreams could sometimes be 50% true.”

“Shut up, go to sleep. It’s too early to be listening to your lies.”

“I believe it! I bet it’s true.” He snapped, pulling you closer in his arms. You basked in the warmth of Yoongi, breathing in his musky scent as you tried to drift off once more.

“I love you, (Y/N).” Yoongi murmured in the darkness, laying his head back down into the pillows as you drifted off once again.

A woman suspects her husband is cheating on her. One day, she dials her home and a strange woman answers. 

The woman says, “ Who is this?” “This is the maid,” answered the woman. “We don’t have a maid”, said the woman. 

The maid says, “I was hired this morning by the man of the house. 

The woman says, "Well, this is his wife. Is he there?” The maid replied, “he is upstairs in the bedroom with someone who I figured was his wife." 

The woman is fuming. She says to the maid, "Listen, would you like to make $50,000?" 

The maid says, "What will I have to do?"The woman tells her, "I want you to get my gun from the desk, and shoot the jerk and the witch he’s with." 

The maid puts the phone down; the woman hears footsteps and the gun shots. The maid comes back to the phone, "What do I do with the bodies?" 

The woman says, "Throw them in the swimming pool.” Puzzled, the maid answers, “But there’s no pool here.” A long pause and the woman says, “Is this 832-4821?”

((I had an idea about Grell and her red hair being brown as Butler Grell. Aside from the obvious advantage of looking visibly different, what if Madam Red told her to change her hair color because Grell looked too much like Madam Red’s younger self? What if seeing someone who looked quite like herself made her uncomfortable and, as a result, Grell was told to change her hair color while playing Butler.

Anyway, this idea is what inspired the above image. What do you think @shinigami-mistress ? ))