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carrisauce
16 February 2013 @ 02:07 am
welcome to my personal journal! i am carissa, and this is where i post my own ramblings, uberteol drabbles (heh) and perhaps some others.if you would like to read my fanfics, please go on to my writing journal, chanteol. if you would like to contact me by any other means, feel free to click any of the links above. otherwise, you are free to stay on! also, i mark all fanfics i really like under my memories, and you can look through them if you're looking for a good read. i hope we'll end up as friends ^^ have fun!
 
 
carrisauce
23 July 2013 @ 12:14 am
[a/n] jenelle told me to post, so i posted it here. sorry i had so much fun writing this shit ahahaha NO REGRETS




zitao knows of her ultimate love.

he sees her with it 24/7, during breakfast, during lunch, during dinner. the smell of it is strong and it stays, and he sort of smells her before he even sees her.

jenelle; with her bright sparkling eyes, whispers sweet nothings that zitao can only imagine into her One True Love(s). "babies," she proclaimed once to czarina proudly, holding one up in the air like a trophy. the huang zitao across the table sighs dreamily.

yifan smacks the back of his head. "why do you even like her, she's obssessed with weird shit," he hisses, "she and that czarina talks about it all day and all night long -- once, i even saw them talking about building a shrine for it. do you know how fucking crazy that it?"

yifan talks like it is a conspiracy, but it really is not. zitao frowns and attempts to balance a single fry on yifan's monobrow instead. "come on, that's cute," he says. he grins when he succeeds.

yifan should never dye his brows yellow, by the way.

zitao doesn't know when he started liking jenelle - nelle, as her self-proclaimed byuntaehood calls her - but he knows that her laughter squeezes his heart and her smiles make him want to hurl. he doesn't know her beyond that, he's too shy to ask. the romantic kungfu panda who takes scrolls on the beach by himself has been thoroughly defeated by a girl 2 whole heads shorter.

"what do i do to get her to at least talk to me," zitao flails wildly in his seat, face planted into his geometry textbook. sehun, the ever resourceful partner in crime, stops in his game of Minion Rush to help his pal out.

"well, since you know what she likes- loves, you can try working towards that direction," sehun says. zitao is still for all but 3 seconds until an idea clicks in his head and he gets up and running faster than he ever has before.

"thanks sehun i love you xoxo!" sehun only snickers at the lovestuck boy, who runs out of the room with geometry formulas imprinted on his right cheek.




d-day is here. zitao wipes his palms on his freshly pressed pair of jeans as he awaits for jenelle's arrival at the cafeteria. according to his observations (yes, merely observations), she will arrive with byuntaehood at 10.49am sharp. it's 10.48am, the clock is ticking slowly to the next minute and zitao can feel his heart getting swallowed up by the depths of anxiety and trepidation--

and then he spots her. amongst the nine beauties, she shines the most to him, wavy hair cascading down her shoulders, chatting animatedly with a byuntae beside her. her wild arm gestures as she narrates a particular incident serves no help to calm him.he spots her One True Love(s) in her hand. there is no time to waste.

"JENELLE!!!!" his voice echoes across the cafeteria. the whole place gradually quietens down, until the entire focus is on zitao.

jenelle is staring at zitao with googly eyes, her cheeks flushing a dark shade of red. zitao doesn't care, because this is his time to shine.

he walks towards her confidently, and the crowd parts for him as if he is moses in the red sea. when he reaches jenelle, he towers over her more than he has imagined.

she's trembling. but zitao means her no harm, and so his smile goes up by a few watts.he gently takes her One True Love(s) from her tightly clutched hands. and he tosses it backwards.

jenelle whimpers."my baby," she manages to croak out. "my beautiful, golden, fresh, delicious, uneaten baby."

zitao puts his hands reassuringly on her shoulders until she stops rocking on her heels on the spot. the rest of the byuntaehood gasps in utmost horror.

"have no worry," he says. whipping out another version of jenelle's so-called babies, he kneels to the ground.

"nelle," he starts, "i offer you thousands of floss breads. please stay with me forever, we will have floss breads everyday and i will not discriminate against the burnt, the golden, and the moldy."

jenelle takes zitao's floss bread (the most golden one she has ever seen) with eyes of admiration. "yes," she breathes, "yes we will migrate to floss bread kingdom HUZZAH!"

and they lived happily ever after with floss bread babies. the end.
 
 
carrisauce
16 February 2013 @ 03:08 am
[a/n] I AM THE BEST. i swear to god that the only reason i can write these drabbles is because i don't even treat chanteol as chanyeol smh




Chanteol isn't sure what he's supposed to feel. He just finished a schedule in China and is coming back to South Korea on a flight that is hours long. He didn't sleep much on the plane either, because plane seats are as uncomfortable as shit and one can only sleep so much when Sehun and Baekhyun are playing hangman together while cursing in the seats next to him.

Maybe he's just tired. Who knows.

Chanteol feels like he's going to die soon; it takes him so much effort just to keep his eyes open. And he's pretty sure it doesn't just take him 16 muscles to smile that mega watt smile he gives to the screaming fans. Holy mama, all of you will you just calm down, your oppars aren't deaf.

Right now, as he trudges through the airport, squished in between the throng of hormonal fangirls, what he really wants is a cup of coffee. And maybe a mile energy bar. Yup, that would definitely keep him up for another day of exhausting schedules.

It's the smallest things that count, they say. And that is what Chanteol truly believes in when he arrives at the SM company building, head deeply buried by his parka hoodie, because he knocks into someone that he truly wants to snuggle up to right now.

She's small and tiny, but still feisty. As her eyes curve up into half moons, Jullien holds up a cup of coffee and a milo energy bar and winks at him. "I saw your airport photos, you looked like you needed some of these." She waves the two items as emphasis.

Chanteol stares down at her for a moment, in all seriousness, but cracks a grin and pats her on her head. "Thank you very much, Lien-ssi. I appreciate the effort." It doesn't even bother him that she probably stalked his pictures to know that he was tired.

With coffee in his right hand a energy bar in his left, Chanteol feels invincible. He feels like he's high in the clouds, and nothing could stop him. He feels loved.

Chanteol's pretty sure his energy doesn't come from whatever he eats or drinks, but from a certain tiny girl who radiates sunshine and unicorns and rainbows that has him bursting to the core with happiness.

After all, they don't call him the happy virus for nothing. Now you know why.
 
 
carrisauce
16 February 2013 @ 02:53 am
[a/n] this one actually has a title omg. hihi. i really like this one. maybe i'll turn it into a krisyeol fic. idk.




puppy crush, dog love


Puppy crushes are hard to get by, and Chanteol finds himself falling deeper and deeper into the hole he dug for himself.

It's only been months since they first met; their first encounter entirely by chance. Chanteol introduces himself by slamming into the vending machine on his right while Jullien raises her eyebrow in utter amusement.

"So I guess you're Chanteol, EXO's happy virus?" Her voice rings out pleasantly, and Chanteol finds himself nodding and bowing without thought. "You must be really sick to be banging into vending machines like this."

It takes a moment for the joke to sink in, but when it does, he bursts out laughing, because no one has ever said something as absurd as this to him before.

Anyway, he finds out that her name is Jullien Caesar (woah), she likes to ride one trick ponies into the sunset, and she cracks the lamest and coldest jokes ever. And says really ghei stuff like 69ever and etc.

But Chanteol likes her like that, because she often tells him "you're the only one who actually laughs at whatever I say" and "I like you just because" and he isn't even sure what kind of reason is because but he's 600% sure that Jullien Caesar is someone he really likes spending his free time with.

((And he also likes her just because))

This puppy crush is turning out to be more of a dog love, but it's okay; puppy crush, dog love, they're all the same as long as Jullien Caesar is his and doesn't get brutally stabbed by a guy named Brutus.

((Et tu, Brute?))
 
 
carrisauce
16 February 2013 @ 02:39 am
[a/n] YES I WILL POST MY UBERTEOL DRABBLES HERE. i mean it's my personal journal, why not. i'm not even going to put it under a cut. basically, uberteol is uberchrome and chanteol (yes not chanyeol chanteol) because jullien is a dumb dumb who likes to spell stuff wrongly. at least now you know where i got my writing journal name from.

also, if you don't know singlish you might find this hard to understand hahaha




"Oi, chiobu, can you get me another pen ah? This pen bo ink liao."

Jullien freezes in her spot, blood draining from her face. Dammit, why did Chanteol call for her? She wasn't in charge of EXO-K. Weren't the boys briefed about this? Why is he making her life so hard when-

Faster leh! Got hear me or not?" He waves his marker which had already run dry at her direction and taps it on the table impatiently. Jullien sighs; she would just have to do it and face Chanteol, the fire-breathing dragon.

Quickly grasping onto a marker at the side, she makes her way to him, each step feeling heavier and heavier as she neared. Despite being afraid of him (she had heard countless stories of Chanteol being a rude dog that barked a lot), she couldn't help but admire his facial features. He really looked like someone fit for the stage.

"Um... Here's your marker. Don't let it dry again hor, we already no extra markers leh," Jullien forces herself to look straight into Chanteol's eyes. It takes her an immense amount of self-control to avoid drowning in his milky orbs.

"Oh, thank you veli much," he absentmindedly makes a grab for the marker, still tightly gripped in Jullien's clutches. She fee;s his long and slender fingers wrapping around her own, and is momentarily astonished at the close physical contact. Immediately, she draws back, fingers still burning hot from the dragon's touch, and promptly turns away, muttering "uhhh I need to go back to M's side kthxbai."

She doesn't notice the same pair of eyes staring at her as she walks away, though.



When the whole fansigning ends, Jullien is relieved. Working in a humid country like Singapore while having to maneuver around screaming fans isn't exactly cooling. By the end of everything she's soaked in sweat, tasting the salinity of her own hard work.

It's hot for a moment, and cooling in the next. Jullien's vision is darkened when something is draped over her head and effectively, her eyes as well. She quickly removes the object - a damp pink towel - and spins around to find the culprit.

She hitches her breath. And the world stops for that moment.

"Why are you so shocked at me huh," Chanteol grins, faking a hurt look afterwards. Jullien wants to punch the look off, just to see whether it's really Park Chanteol, number one fire-breathing dragon in front of her and not her vivid imagination. But her suspicion is confirmed when the towel in her hands is snatched away by the said guy.

He frowns at her, and with the damp towel, starts to dab her face gently. "Aiyo, you know hor, you look like you just bathed leh. Sibei wet can."

Jullien doesn't know how to reply, but her mouth is zipped shut and her legs are rooted to the spot because Park Chanteol is wiping her sweat on her face do you know how much of her feels have exploded by now.

It takes him awhile to finish. When he's done, Jullien quickly bows deeply to him. "Thank you thank you thank you ok I need to go liao bye bye." Hurriedly, she heads in the direction opposite of Chanteol, but a hand stops her from moving any further.

"Bye bye... Jullien-ssi."

The low whisper tickles her ears and send a tingle down her spine. I am so done.

She doesn't even look at him before she breaks into a run. Park Chanteol is ruining her motor skills when it's already bad enough, god dammit.

It isn't 'til much later then she wonders, how the hell did Chanteol even know my name?
 
 
 
carrisauce
15 December 2012 @ 12:08 am
from now on i will post random drabbles and oneshots on my community, chanteol, and this journal shall be used to post other random things LOL. i hope it all works out bc livejournal is so hard to use sobs idk what i'm supposed to even do ;-; but i guess i could try?

- carissa