Some new accounts!

Hey, guys! I recently have set up some new writing accounts so I wanted to share with you in case you miss me 😉

Wattpad: suckerforv

I’ve published the broken heart story on that one, i haven’t gotten around to publishing the angst part yet on that account, though. i write a little bit of smut, so……. 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏 Anyhoo…

Tumblr: suckerforv (yeah, same username)

I’ve just made this account today so I posted a little about myself and some of the broken heart story.

That’s about all I have for my writing accounts. Please check them out and comment down below what your account is for either of them above so I can check out yours as well 🙂 Bye!



Who can fix my broken heart? (Angst ending)

You rolled over in your bed, tears staining the covers. Your friend had graciously offered to let you stay until you got back on your feet. You had hugged her and thanked her. This being your first breakup, you had fallen pretty hard and you felt like it would be hard to get back up again. Your friend one day, begged you to come to a street fair, and you readily agreed. You decided it was time to move on from the breakup, and you were determined to have a good time. “Y/N-ah! Are you ready to go?” Nari, your friend, yelled at the bottom of the stairs. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!” you hollered back, swiftly slipping on your shoes. This is your outfit:

You jumped in the car with her and drove to the fair, laughing and listening to the radio along the way. The mood swiftly changed when a BTS song came on, and you both fell silent. Nari swiftly changed it to another station. You thought it was all good until the reporter announced some news that stiffened both you and Nari in your seats. “BTS’s J-Hope confirmed relationship with TWICE’s girl member, Sana! Don’t they look cute together? Apparently they hooked up after J-Hope broke up with-“ Nari coughed awkwardly and just turned the radio off. The car was silent for a few moments, then Nari decided to speak. “So, uh, how are you feeling about Hobi?” Nari asked hesitantly. “Well, I’ve decided that dating an idol is honestly not the best choice,” you laughed. “That’s one lesson learned. And two, I decided that who he dates is not my business. He can date whoever the hell he wants and I won’t fucking care,” your voice wavered slightly at the end. “You still care for him, don’t you?” Nari glanced at you for a moment then returned her eyes to the road. You slumped in your seat, knowing that she got you there. “Yeah, I guess I do. But why does it feel so empty inside of me, Nari?” Your voice cracked and then fell silent. Nari sighed, rubbing your hand soothingly. “I’m sorry this all had to happen, sweetheart. Sometime life is just like this, you know?” You hummed knowingly, and the rest of the ride was silent, you occupied with your own thoughts. Once you arrived at the fair, you begged Nari to go to the cotton candy booth even though you knew it was bad for your teeth. “Please, please, pwease, Nari! I haven’t had cotton candy in forever!” you whined, pouting cutely and giving her your puppy eyes. She sighed and finally gave in. “Fine. But only this once.” You yelped happily and raced to the stand, only to run straight into someone. “Oomph!” you smacked into a hard chest and looked up to see a kind-looking guy with a concerned look on his face. “Oh,sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going and-“ “Are you okay?” he cut you off, but you could tell he was more concerned about you than himself. “Uh, yeah. I’m good!” you gave him a shaky smile. “Y/n!! What did you do this time!??” Nari rushed over to you. “I’m sorry, sir. She is just really excited about getting cotton candy she forgot where she was going.” “NARI!” you whined, a blush spreading over your face and hiding your face behind your hands. The guy chuckled and waved his hands dismissively. “It’s fine, really. By the way, my name is Ari. What’s yours?” “Y-y/n,” you stammered a little bit out of nervousness. Now looking more closely, this guy was pretty cute.

I’m pretty sure y’all know who this is, lol. If you don’t, this is Lauv, an American pop singer/writer, and he’s one of my favorite artists!)

( Ari smiled kindly at you. “Anyways, you seem to really like me, so here’s my number.” He scribbled his number on a sticky note and handed it to you, a smirk on his face. (Spicy boy Lauv be coming out tho lol) “Uh-uh-uh, thanks,” you blushed even harder. Damn, that boy is cute. You blinked on surprise. Were you really over Hobi??

“No problem, y/n! Oh, and if you want, you can call me Lauv. It’s a nickname I have from my fans. I’m a small music writer and singer,” he grinned at you. Nari stared at you dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe how lucky you were to find a guy just right after your breakup! “Oh, okay. Thanks, Lauv,” you waved shyly at him, and he waved back in response. After that incident, you and Ari began seeing each other. You really liked him; he was open, honest, kind, and caring. Plus, he was into music, just like you! “Y/n, do you know BTS?” Ari asked you one night you were hanging out with him. By now, you were with him for about two years and he had gotten more popular. He then noticed how your body stiffened and wondered if you had a bad past with any one of them. “Yes. What about them?” you answered nonchalantly, swinging your legs back and forth on the couch. “Well, they asked me to do a remix of their song, Make It Right,and they seem so sweet!” Ari smiled at the memory. You scoffed quietly. Sweet, my ass. Ari looked at you, startled. Widening your eyes, you realized you had unconsciously spoken those words aloud. “Baby, is there something wrong?” Ari asked cautiously. “You seem off tonight.” You sighed. “Let me explain…”

(Time skip cuz your author is lazy af lol)

“So J-Hope cheated on you and broke up?” Ari asked in disbelief. “How could he?”

“I’m pretty sure there was an explanation, but yeah. That was pretty much what he said,” you shrugged. “Today is actually our five year anniversary. That’s why I’m a little bit off,” you concluded, staring at your lap. Tears welled up in your eyes; you hated being like this in front of Ari.

“Hey, princess. It’s okay. I’m here,” Ari spoke softly, wrapping you in his arms. You sobbed into him, letting all of your emotions out. As your sobs gradually subsided, Ari paused before asking you, “Do you still love him?” You thought for a moment. Did you still love Hobi? You were with Ari now, but did you love him like you did Hoseok? No, Ari was definitely in your heart now. You had already forgiven Hobi, and got over the idea of him being with Sana.

Ari sensed your hesitation and spoke sadly. “I guess you still love him.” He slowly got off the couch.

“Wait, Lauv!” you called quickly. Ari turned around, surprised by you calling him “Lauv.” You usually never called him that unless you were being serious. You paused before a smile graced your lips. “Ari, I love you and only you. I promise, I am way over him,” you rolled your eyes playfully and Ari couldn’t help but laugh at your cuteness.

“So you’re alright with me doing the collab?” Ari asked you. You nodded your head in response. “I know that Hobi and V really love your song, I’m so tired. You should play that for them when you get the chance,” you suggested. Ari nodded his head. “Awesome! I’ll text them that I agree! Thanks, babe!” He pecked you on the lips before heading to bed. (Also forgot your mention this, you moved in with Ari)

Next day at Lauv’s studio….. “So, Lauv, have you hooked up with anyone yet?” Namjoon grinned at him. They were eating lunch in the studio, just the two of them. Unbeknownst to Lauv, Hobi was walking by when he paused to listen. Lauv hesitated. Should he tell Namjoon? Would you be mad at him? Namjoon sensed his hesitation and offered, “Unless you don’t want to…” His voice trailed off uncertainly. “No, man, you’re good. It’s just,” Lauv sighed. “It’s y/n.” Namjoon blinked. “Y/n l/n? She was-“ “Hoseok‘s last girlfriend, I know,” Lauv nodded. “She told me about it.” “Does she still have, you know, feelings for him?” Namjoon asked cautiously. Lauv sighed. “No, man, she told me she’s over him and doesn’t mind him being with Sana.” Hobi, who was listening from the door, felt his heart break just like it did the day you asked Namjoon who could fix your broken heart. The thing was, he and Sana broke up just a few months ago and he was hoping he could get back together but it seemed like he was too late. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hyung-ah, is something wrong?” Yoongi asked in concern and heard the conversation still flowing from inside and understood immediately. “It’s y/n, isn’t it,” Yoongi said softly. “Hyung,” Hobi turned to his hyung in tears. “Yes, Hobi?” Yoongi rubbed his hyung’s shoulder comfortingly in order to soothe him and froze when he heard Hobi’s question.

“Who can fix my broken heart?”

Who can fix my broken heart? part 2 (JHK x Reader, Angst/Fluff)

“You want me to do what???!!!” Hobi exclaimed in disgust and astonishment as he stared at his manager from across the table. Namjoon, who was accompanying him, tensed when his voice bounced around the small meeting room. His manager rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. “We want you to date a fellow idol, Sana, of TWICE. It will be good for your image and the group’s image as well,” he smiled like everything would be worked out, which made Hobi’s blood boil. “You think I wanna date just after you forced me to break up with my girlfriend?” Hobi’s voice was dangerously quiet and calm. “Especially after you made me break up with her. Sorry, Manager, but my answer is no.” He leaned back in his chair and shot his manager a heated glare. “Jung Hoseok, this is not an option,” his manager exploded. “As a member of BTS, do you care more about your group or that silly, no good exgirlfriend-“ he had barely finished his sentence when Hobi stood up, his face stone cold, his mouth a grim line. His manager immediately stopped talking, suddenly apprehensive of what he was about to do. Everybody in the room fell silent, knowing Hobi was extremely scary when angry. “If you say one more fucking bad word about her and try to control my fucking life,” Hobi hissed lowly, his eyes boring into his manager’s scared face, “I’m leaving.” Namjoon’s jaw dropped. True, their manager was being a jerk, but he didn’t think Hobi would be so serious as to actually leave BTS! As Hobi pushed back his chair and stormed out of the room, Namjoon quickly bowed and apologized to the shaking manager before hurrying after his hyung. “Hyung!” Namjoon called desperately after Hobi running down the hall. “Hyung, please wait!!!” As Hobi stopped, breathing heavily at the end of the hall, Namjoon cautiously approached him. “Hyung??” “I can’t believe he said that,” Hobi snarled lowly. “That son of a fucking bitch…” He stopped when he saw Namjoon’s worried face. He sighed, hating the situation he was in. He felt torn. Part of him wanted to be with you, but the other part wanted to stay with his band and continue pursuing music. He slid down the wall and hung his head. Namjoon walked over and sat down next to him. They sat in silence, Hobi sobbing quietly every now and then. Namjoon didn’t know what to do. As the leader of BTS, he felt it his responsibility when one of the members felt sad or had personal problems. Suddenly, he had an idea. He wasn’t sure if it would work, but he decided to tell Hobi anyway. Hobi’s face was creased with doubt, but he decided to trust his hyung anyways.

(Y/N’s POV)

I slowly woke up, the smell of pancakes drifting into my room. I sat up straight; I hadn’t invited anybody over and my friend was at work already. Only one person knew I was here-besides your friend, of course- and that was- oh, shit. It’s Hobi. A mix of feelings surged in you: anger, nervousness, sadness, and happiness. What the hell was he doing here in your friend’s house? You swung your legs over the bed and prepared to face him. You took a deep breath and stepped outside. Unfortunately for you, the moment you stepped outside, the person who was supposedly Hobi was actually Namjoon! And as you saw him, a pancake hit your face and you yelped, the hot surface of the pancake burning your cheek. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, y/n!” Namjoon hurried to help you scrape off the disgusting missile, but you shot him a glare, making him shrink back in fear. “What the hell are you doing here?” you snapped, in a bad mood because Namjoon just had to hit you with a hot pancake, of all things! “Ummm-“ Namjoon looked around nervously. “You know what? Save it, I don’t want to hear your lame ass excuses from you,” you retorted and grabbed a glass of orange juice. You gulped it down, forgetting it was full. You sputtered, juice coming out of your nostrils and splashing on your shirt. “Shit, y/n! Are you all right?” Namjoon hurriedly handed you a paper towel to pay yourself dry. You shot him another death glare before accepting it. “Oh, yeah. I’m totally alright! I just got cheated on by my boy-no, ex-boyfriend,” you commented sarcastically. “And I thought he cared about me!” you yelled, flinging your cup across the room, where it smashed against the wall and shattered into a million pieces. Little did you know that Hobi was standing outside the door. His heart clenched painfullly as he heard your cries and sobs. Namjoon flinched; he knew you were heartbroken and confused. He felt helpless as he watched you cry and bawl your eyes out. As you quieted down after a while, you looked up at him with teary eyes. “Namjoon, please. Tell me, please.” Hobi’s heart broke when he heard your question.

“Who can fix my broken heart?”

Who can fix my broken heart? (JHK x. Reader, Angst)

Yooooo, guess who’s back from the dead! Lol. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this short angsty fanfic and I will be doing a sequel shortly. Warning: cuss words and heart-breaking angst, cuz I’m a sucker for angst, lmao. Trust me, I cried while writing this and the sequel. And don’t worry, it’ll end with a happy ending or a sad ending, cuz we love to have our hearts broken, don’t we? 😭

You opened the door to you and Hobi’s shared apartment and sighed as you turned the key in the lock. It had been a long, hard day at work. You were looking forward to taking a shower and changing into shorts and a crop top. You placed your bag on the table and noticed a note on the table. Wondering what it was, you read it. The note read, Dear Jagi, I will be late as we and the boys have something to discuss at the office with our manager. Don’t stay up for me! ~Hobi You frowned in confusion. What was it that was so important that they had to discuss it at the office with their manager? Shrugging it off, you walked to the couch and flopped down on it. Not before long, you drifted off to sleep. After two hours, you woke up and Hobi was still not there. Furrowing your eyebrows in concern, you decided to text him.

You: Hobi are u okay? You haven’t arrived home yet and it’s already 10 pm

Hobi: ……. I’ll explain when I get home

You: am I in trouble?

Hobi: no I’ll see you in ten minutes

You: okayyy drive safe

You glanced at your screen in confusion. What happened? Hobi didn’t seem like his usual self. Your heartbeat quickened when you heard the sound of keys turning in the lock. You stood up, uncertain of what to do when Hobi came in the door. Hobi opened the door and sighed. “Y/n?” You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, burrowing your face on his chest. He winced, knowing that there was going to be tears later. “Um, y/n?” You looked up at him, smiling. “Yes, Hobi bear?” His heart broke when he heard you call him that. It was your nickname for him and he hated to do this, but the company insisted that this is the best for him, now that BTS was becoming more famous and the world tour was starting. He had argued with them for hours, yelled and cried, but it was all to no avail. “I’m sorry, y/n,” Hobi whispered. You looked up at him in confusion. “What?”

Hobi took a deep breath. “I think we should break up.” There. He had said it.

Your eyes widened, then filled with tears. “Wh-why?” Hobi winced.

“I cheated on you.” The company had told him to say this if you asked why. He grimaced inwardly, knowing this would not end well.

You glanced at him and nodded. You knew that this scenario would come someday and you had practiced what to do and say. “Okay. I’ll pack my things and get out of here, since you think I’m not good enough for you,” you spat with venom laced in your voice, making Hobi’s eyes widen. “No, baby, it’s not like that-“ he began, but you cut him off.

“Oh, it’s exactly what it is,” you snarled, clenching your fists, your badass side showing fully now. “You wanted to break up with me because you found someone skinnier, prettier, smarter, and more talented than me,” your voice wobbled at the end. You were extremely insecure about yourself and everybody knew. “You want a pretty, skinny, and cute idol who knows what an idol life is like,” you continued, glaring at Hobi, who looked like he was about to faint. He had never seen this side of you before.

“Baby, please, I-“ he walked towards you carefully and grabbed your hands. You snatched your hands out of his and glared at him fiercely.

“Don’t you fucking touch me, you bastard!” you spat, stalking to your room to pack. Hobi stood in your way, however, and your temper flared. Before he and you knew what was happening, you had lifted your hand and slapped him across the cheek, the slap so hard that your hand stung from it afterwards. You shoved him aside, threw things in a suitcase and stomped out. You grabbed your phone, purse, and coat as you texted your friend if you could stay at her place for a while. She replied with a yes, so you left.

But not before Hobi hugged you. “I’m sorry, I love you,” he whispered as he inhaled the smell of your coconut and mango shampoo. You scoffed, shoving him backwards, making him stumble. “If you loved me, this never would have happened!” you cried bitterly and flagged down a taxi, leaving a heartbroken Hobi crying on the floor. Yoongi found him there asleep the next day. He knew this was hard for him, and he didn’t agree with the company. Little do he know, the company had extra plans for Hobi’s dating life.


Hey, guys! I’m so sorry for being inactive, I just have a lot going on with school and everything. Now that school is all online now, I probably am not going to be able to post a lot. Yeah, I just wanted to let you guys know before I pretty much go on a hiatus. *AUDIBLE GASPS* yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. It’s gonna be a semihiatus, you could say, because winter is coming and you know what that means! yup, winter break. I honestly don’t know if my school has it or not. This is my first time attending real school. I have been homeschooled up until now, so we’ll see how my freshman year goes. If any of you guys have any tips on what to expect from freshman year, feel free to comment down below! I love you all of you guys, stay healthy, stay INSIDE, wear a mask, (even if you don’t want to; do it, it’s for your health!) and wash your hands! Bye!!!


Carissa 🙂

Who’s cutting onions…

ya’ll. WHO’S CUTTING THE ONIONS!!!?? I’M CRYING SO MUCH RN. I JUST WATCHED THE HEARTBEAT BTS MV AND I AM GETTING GOOSEBUMPS AND MY EYES ARE SWEATING. *takes a deep breath* Sorry, I just started playing BTS World and this song hit me right in the feels. I started crying as soon as the vocal line started singing. I really owe it to these seven boys, they are really my heartbeat. Anyways, I have to go to bed! Stay safe, and I will be taking a break in the middle of August, as we are going on a trip where there is no Wi-Fi, but it’s only for a few days. Ok, love you guys, stay safe, and see you in the next post!


Carissa ♥

Your Protectors (Hybrid BTS)


You walked through the door, smiling as your bunny hybrid, Jungkook, bounded up excitedly to meet you. “Y/n!” he exclaimed, his bunny ears bouncing as he flew into your arms. “I missed you,” he mumbled into your neck, making you giggle. “Don’t stay away for too long next time.”

   “Kookie, I wanna hug her too, don’t hog her all to yourself,” your other fox hybrid, Taehyung, whined, his plush lips forming a pout and his ears drooping sadly. You laughed and held your arms out to him. He burrowed his nose into your neck, scenting you. You were used to it; you often had to stay for long times at your school where you taught. You would come home after being around other men and boys, “smelling like trash,” as Tae called it. After adopting both Taehyung and Jungkook, you decided to adopt five others: Namjoon, a wolf hybrid, Jin, an alpaca hybrid, Jimin, a cute calico cat hybrid, Hoseok, a golden retriever hybrid, and a panther hybrid, Yoongi. It was challenging sometimes, dealing with all of their different personalities, but you loved them all so much. Namjoon was quiet and intelligent, yet extremely clumsy. You had no idea how many items he broke in the house, yet you loved his quiet and comforting character. He was studying at a college especially for hybrids and was pursuing business and English Literature Arts. Jin loved to help you cook and clean, because everyone knew you weren’t the best cook in the house. You would often come home, tired and exhausted from a long day at work, and Jin would have tea and a fluffy blanket ready for you on the couch. He was really a sweetie. Jimin was very intimate, and he loved to cuddle with you while watching Finding Nemo on the TV. He loved singing and dancing, which he did a lot while you were away. He required a lot of attention and care. Hoseok was the ball of sunshine, always finding ways to cheer you up if you were feeling down or sad. He loved to play catch and dance, and you encouraged him to pursue his dreams. He was currently at the same school Namjoon was at, and he was studying dance. Taehyung was very like Namjoon, but goofier and sillier at times. He loved chasing squirrels and playing with his toys. Jungkook was best friends with both Tae and Jimin, and they all loved playing with each other. When you first adopted Jungkook, he was very shy and used to not talk most of the time. Once you adopted Taehyung and Jimin, he began opening up and you would often hear him laughing and talking with Tae and Jimin. Eventually, he began warming up to you, and you were on speaking terms with him now. A word that could describe Yoongi was sleepy. Of course, Yoongi loved to sleep and eat. He loved to sleep, spooned by you. He seemed like an old, grumpy grandpa on the outside, but he was just a big softie on the inside. You smiled as you thought of your seven lovable hybrids. You were so glad you adopted them.

       You set your bag down on the counter and felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, a wet nose burying into the nape of your neck. You felt a furry tail wrapping itself around your ankle. You reached back and scratched behind Jimin’s ears. Purrs reverberated throughout the room, and you giggled. “Jimin, it’s very nice to see you too,” you smiled as he snuggled closer to you. “How was your day, darling?”

    “Fun! Me, Taetae, and Kookie played chase and tag in the backyard! Then me and Taetae watched Finding Nemo, although it wasn’t the same without you,” he pouted at the last part. “How long will you have to stay like this, jagi?”

      You sighed, sitting on the couch and beckoned him to sit next to you. “I don’t know, Minnie. I’ve been trying to find another job I can take up, but I haven’t found any yet.”

     Your other hybrids appeared, one by one, listening to you speak, and to your surprise, Yoongi appeared as well. He was usually sleeping, so this was a pleasant surprise. Namjoon sat next to you, his head leaning on your shoulder. “Well, you just have to find out what you’re good at,” he commented quietly. “It’s not too hard to find a job once you figure that out.”

    “Well, I’m good with hybrids, I know that at least,” you said slowly. “Maybe I could take up a job at a hybrid shelter.”

   Jin frowned. “I don’t know, y/n. Some hybrids tend to be,” he hesitated. “violent and well, we don’t want you getting hurt.” Your other hybrids nodded in agreement, Yoongi coming to sit next to Jimin.

     “But if you really want to, y/n, I know some shelters that are looking for help,” Yoongi offered. “Some of my friends are working there, and they say it pays well and the environment is very positive and promising for the hybrids who live there.”

    You smiled, coming over to where he sat and hugging him. “Thank you, Yoongles. I knew I can always count on you guys. What’s the shelter’s name?”

    “Um, I think it’s Sunnyside Hybrid Shelter,” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember. “Yeah, I think that’s it.”

    You took a deep breath. “OK, I’m going to go ask them about the job. Who wants to go with me?”

 “Me!” seven voices chorused. You chuckled; you should’ve have known all of them wanted to go. They were all very protective of you, especially Namjoon and Yoongi, them both being predator hybrids.

         Twenty minutes later, all of you stood in front of Sunnyside Hybrid Shelter. Namjoon slipped his hand in yours, his ears standing alert. You opened the door, your hybrids following you inside.

     “Welcome to Sunnyside Hybrid Shelter! How may I help you today? Oh my goodness, you have some hybrids already! Are you here asking about the job?” the cheery girl at the front desk prattled on. You felt Namjoon’s hand tense in yours. You knew her voice reminded him of his previous owner, who was very abusive and used to beat him whenever he made a mistake or broke something. You squeezed his hand comfortingly, reminding him that he was safe and you were with him now.

     “Yes, I’m interested about the job. I would like to apply,” you spoke, nervous.

“Perfect! How long have you had experience with hybrids?” the girl asked as she scribbled something down on a notepad. “Oh, and please call me Eryka.”

     “I’ve had my hybrids for about three years now,” you replied, smiling fondly at your seven hybrids. “I love hybrids, and I’ve been looking for a job, so this seemed like a good go.”

    “Awesome! I’ll take you to our manager, and she’ll ask you a few more questions and just show you around,” Eryka smiled widely at you and led you and your hybrids to the office.

     Taehyung stared at the hybrids’ faces pressed to the windows, some cold, some hopeful, and some just plain curious. He knew how painful and lonely it was to live in the shelter, his heart ached for some of the hybrids. They passed a play room, where baby and toddler hybrids played. Jimin’s tail twitched, aching to scoop a cute baby hybrid into his arms and cuddle with it.

    “Here we are,” Eryka announced, stopping at a well-furnished office. “Would your hybrids perhaps like to wait-”

    “No,” seven voices chorused forcefully. You smiled, and whispered to Eryka, “It’s okay. They’re well behaved, they just are protective of me.” She looked unsure, but nodded and let you all in anyway.

     The manager, who looked shocked as your seven hybrids filed in, quickly composed herself and smiled at you. “Hello, y/n, I am Carrie, and please do sit down,” she gestured to a chair in front on her desk. “Your hybrids, um-”

     “We can stand, ma’am, it’s fine,” Jin smiled at her kindly. You smiled internally at his manners, Jin was a very polite hybrid once people got to know him.

 She looked surprised at his polite manners and smiled at him. “Thank you, er-”

  “Jin, Kim Seokjin,” Jin bowed and introduced himself and the others to her. Each smiled and bowed to her as he addressed them.

     “Thank you. Y/n, I must say, you have very polite hybrids. You must have some good experience with hybrids, then,” Carrie commented as she sat back in her chair.

   “Well, yes. My father was actually a hybrid officer,” you began, ignoring the shocked looks of your hybrids. “He didn’t like hybrids that well, and didn’t do his job like he should’ve. I would always beg him to be compassionate towards them, but he would beat me. My mom found out, and threatened to separate if he didn’t change his ways. He didn’t, and my mom moved out and took me with her,” you blinked back tears and Jin came to stand besides you, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder. Jimin stared at you, mouth agape. He never knew this. “He eventually got fired. I got a job at teaching at a school and I am still doing that now,” you finished, wiping your tears with a tissue from the tissue box Carrie gave you. “Sorry,” you apologized, wiping the last of your tears away. “I haven’t talked about this in a while.”

      “It’s okay, y/n. I understand how you feel,” Carrie told you gently. “I was in a similar situation. My dad-”she frowned. “He really hated hybrids and used to abuse those he brought home. I moved out of the house with my mom, who loved hybrids, and she actually helped me start this shelter.”

     “That’s nice. Yeah, I have always loved caring for hybrids, that’s why I decided to adopt my first two hybrids: Taehyung and Jungkook, then I found out how much I enjoyed their company, so I went ahead and adopted five more,” you smiled at your hybrids who crowded around you, comforting you.

   “That’s great! Now I can show you around the compound,” Carrie smiled, leading the way out of the office. “It’s good that your hybrids are here to protect you, because-”

     A savage growl escaped the throats of Namjoon and Yoongi, shocking both you and Carrie. “Namjoon, Yoongi!” you scolded them. “Please, nothing bad will happen to me. Behave, or no cuddles,” you admonished.

     They flushed sheepishly, their heads bowed. “Sorry.”

 Carrie laughed. “So that’s what you use to punish them? No cuddles?” she asked you playfully.

You laughed sheepishly. “Yeah, my hybrids love cuddling, especially Jimin and Yoongi.”

    As all of you entered the hybrid room, a cute Black Lab ran up to meet you. “Hi, I’m Jisoo. Will you please adopt me?” Her eyes widened as she saw your seven hybrids. “Oh, never mind,” she mumbled, turning away.

   “Jisoo, wait!” you called after her, hoping she would turn back and hear what you had to say. Jisoo turned back with hopeful eyes.

    “Jisoo, I can’t say I can adopt you, but I can say that I will help you find you the perfect family for you. So don’t give up hope, okay?” you smiled kindly at the shy hybrid in front of you.

    Jisoo nodded, a smile gracing her features. “Thank you, y/n!” She hugged you suddenly, making you gasp a little and then giggle. “You’re welcome, Jisoo.”

     Carrie had been watching from afar, and when you came back to the group, she whistled. “She actually hugged you, y/n! Jisoo has been one of our hardest hybrids to reach, and she has spoken the most since she’s gotten here!”

    “Glad I could help-” your sentence was cut off as a snarling hybrid stepped in your path.

  “You smell like filth,” the hybrid sneered, but Namjoon and Yoongi placed themselves in front of you, growls escaping from them. “So you’re her two little sluts, huh?” the hybrid smirked, enjoying the way your body stiffened at the word sluts. “All humans aren’t to be trusted, you know,” he snarled. “Some like her, for insistence.”

     “Not all hybrids can be trusted either,” Yoongi snarled back, his jaw exposing his sharp canines and Namjoon’s eyes turned a deep crimson red. You could feel Jimin trembling behind you. Jimin had never seen this side of Namjoon and Yoongi, and he didn’t like it. The hostile hybrid hesitated, then muttered “spoiled brats” and walked away.

    You let out a deep sigh of relief. “Wow. Thank you, Joonie and Yoongi. I didn’t expect that to happen.”

Carrie sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. “Sorry, y/n. That was Mark, our panther hybrid. He’s very-” she paused, then added, “violent and frightening.”

      Yoongi snapped, “I knew it! He smelled like a panther!”

“I smelled it, too,” Namjoon muttered, his tail still nervously twitching back and forth. “Y/n, are you sure it’s safe for you to work here?” he asked you, worry lacing his features.

   “Don’t worry, y/n. We’ll make sure you’re safe from him,” Carrie laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder and looked back at Namjoon, then added, “I promise.”

      Once you all got home, you asked everyone to gather in the living room.

Namjoon and Yoongi sat on each side of you, the rest of the boys sitting on the floor or on the fireplace’s hearth. Jimin sensed the tension and awkwardness in the air, and sat closer to Taehyung and Jungkook. No one knew when to speak, so you cleared your throat nervously.

     “Guys, I know how much you love me,” you began. “What happened today, I’m sorry. I promise I will be careful when I start working there. But I want you guys to know that I love you all so much, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all that stuff about my dad. I will be more careful.” As soon as you finished speaking, the boys started to cry. They all hugged you, a big ball of fluff surrounding you. You began to cry as well, overwhelmed by the love your boys were giving you.

    “We love you, y/n, don’t ever forget that,” your boys’ voice chimed together, Jimin nuzzling into your neck.

   “I love you guys so much, too,” you sobbed, smiling through your tears. You loved them all so much, your boys. Your protectors.

just to make things clear…

Hey, guys! Yes, I am back to my normal self, don’t worry. I was just feeling down last night. I am doing better now, I just got back from a road trip! It was not very long, lol, just Friday, Saturday, and Sunday morning. Anyways, just wanted to make things clear that I’m okay now. Well, for now at least. Anyways, I have to go! Bye!

-Carissa ~ ♥

i don’t know what to do… (WARNING: a depressing post)

i don’t know what to do. i thought i was getting better. life is cruel to me. i hate life sometimes, you know? i wonder why i was made all the time. i am listening to depressing music, and it’s making me even more depressed. lol, i probably shouldn’t listen to any more depressing music. *sigh* anyways, hopefully i can get through with my boys. i know that at least they care, when it feels like nobody, not even my family, cares. maybe my family does care, you know? they just have a weird way of showing it. my friends are like meh friends. they don’t really understand what depression is, cuz everything is going in tip top shape for them. i am actually listening to RM’s UN speech, and it is helping calm me down. maybe i am not a burden. maybe i am of some use. maybe i am not just a useless lump of fat. i love bts. for all those haters of bts, please reconsider your words and actions. you don’t know how much bts has helped me through my depression. whenever another episode of depression happens to me, all that helps me is listening to their music. sometimes, i just want to quit. but you know, bts is my heartbeat. literally. listening to them or watching them play video games in the latest episode of RUN BTS! helps me laugh and smile when i’m having a bad day. anyways, i have to go. it’s late. bye.


My Favorite Summer Songs!

Hey, guys! I am recommending some songs I like to listen in the summer.

  1. Eastside (by benny blanco, Halsey, and Khalid)
  2. Without Me (by Halsey)
  3. come out and play (by billie eilish)
  4. 00:00 (by BTS)
  5. Happier (by Marshmello and Bastille)
  6. Be Kind (by Marshmello ft. Halsey)
  7. Before You Go (by Lewis Capaldi)
  8. Canada (by Lauv)
  9. Stuck With You ( by Ariana Grande ft. Justin Bieber)
  10. Make It Right (by BTS ft. Lauv Remix)
  11. I Like Me Better (by Lauv)
  12. no tears left to cry (by Ariana Grande)
  13. Don’t Leave Me Alone (by David Guetta ft. Anne-Marie)
  14. 2002 (by Anne-Marie)
  15. ****, I’m Lonely (Lauv ft. Anne-Marie)

So, yeah, those are some of the songs that give me summer vibes! Eastside, Don’t Leave Me Alone, and I Like Me Better really give them summer vibes! I hope you enjoy some of these songs, and I will see you on the next post! Until then, stay safe, stay healthy, but most of all, stay positive! Bye, and love you all! 😘