More Interesting than Real Life

Ginevra100 Brothers drabble

2005-12-02T04:40:47Z

This one I just did tonight for ginevra100's "Brothers" challenge. But it seems as if most of my drabbles have to do with her brothers, her family, and Draco. I think I've done one with Harry. And it's never Ron in my head. I always picture Ginny having a much better relationship with the twins, 'cause she just seems so much like them. *shrugs* My 2 cents.

Title: Mummy
Challenge: Brothers
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
A/N: It's funny, but now that I think about it, most of my drabbles have some aspect of Ginny's brothers in it. This has no specific brothers mentioned, but I imagined nearly all of them there.

She knew they only had her best interests at heart, that they just wanted to do right by her.

That was the only thing keeping her from killing them.

Why they thought it would be a good idea to string her boyfriend from a tree and slowly wrap him like a mummy, was beyond her.

Granted, they had been caught in a compromising situation, but this was just above and beyond.

Of course, Draco wasn’t helping any; he was alternately yelling at Ginny to make them stop and sneering at them that they wouldn’t actually hurt him.

He was wrong.

Ginevra100 Drabbles - Open challenge

2005-12-02T04:35:09Z

Iknow it's been a while since I posted anything here. I'm sorry, I really have no excuse. Still working on Of Thoughts and Petunias and I have it pretty much done. Still debating on whether or not I should bother my beta - I'm wondering if she'll remember who I am! Anyway, these are two drabbles I did for ginevra100 for their open challenge. Hope you like!

Title: Never Understood
Word count: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: Open
Note: I just had to do a Thanksgiving one. Happy Thanksgiving to everybody who's celebrating it tomorrow!

She had never understood the concept of Thanksgiving until she came to America. She had always thought of it as a silly American Muggle concept; after all, it seemed as if they just sat around and ate way too much food.

But as she sat in her apartment, having been given the day off, she finally understood. It wasn’t really about the tradition, the food, the history behind the holiday.

It was about your family and getting them all together in one room to share a meal and just be.

She hoped she had enough Floo powder to get home.

Title: She Wished
Word count: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: Open
Note: Bit of Percy angst ahead. Nothing bad, I promise.

Yes, she had thrown the mashed parsnips at him. And she had hit him square in the forehead, no matter what the twins said.

But she still loved him. Her family might have wanted to pretend he didn’t exist, but she couldn’t do it.

She was the only one he still wrote to, still told all of his secrets to. She was the only one who knew what was really going on, why he had cut himself off from his family, how much it had hurt him, killed him.

She just wished she could tell them to stop hating him

Autumn Challenge - Ginevra

2005-09-11T18:55:27Z

Few more drabbles for ginevra100. The challenge this time around was Autumn, which is a pretty wide subject. Got a bit mushy towards the end, but they came out alright.

Title: Dead Leaves
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Challenge: Autumn

Autumn had always been her favorite time of the year. A time for new things to begin, the excitement of the unknown around the corner.

She didn’t like this new unknown. She didn’t like this feeling she had in the pit of her stomach, like she was carrying a lead weight there.

She didn’t like not knowing where all her loved ones were, if they were hurt, if they were even alive.

She sat in front of the castle, overlooking the lake, with the dead leaves surrounding it.

Hadn’t the different colors of the leaves once held beauty to her?

Title: The Letter
Word count: 200
Rating: PG
Challenge: Autumn
Pairing: Read and find out. *wink*
A/N: Double drabble companion to previous drabble. Also, bit of fluffiness ahead. Just so you know.

She had received a letter by owl earlier that morning.

Tucked inside was a stunningly green leaf. She knew he couldn’t tell her exactly where he was, so this was a clue to let her know that in a place that surrounded him with death everyday, was life.

He had left her shortly before school started. She was prepared to follow him into war, but he had put his foot down and absolutely forbade it. He loved her too much, he had told her.

His letters were getting fewer and farther between. This last one had been barely a page long.

Gin-Girl,

Promise me you’re being careful in whatever you do, wherever you go. How can you be my strength, be my home if something happens to you? Don’t be stubborn, luv. I know you can take care of yourself, I’m just telling you to be careful. Keep your promise to me, Gin, and I’ll keep mine.

I love you now, and I love you forever. Nothing will ever change that. Least of all some git who thinks himself a god, or another git who thinks himself a gift to us lesser mortals.

Constant vigilance, my love, and keep studying.

~Draco

These Walls I've Built

2005-08-18T00:42:56Z

Some imagery I was playing around with. No real specific characters, plot lines, or anything of the sort. Just seeing if I could get down some solid imagery, to make you guys see the picture I had in my head.

Sometimes I wonder if, no. I don't wonder. I know. I know I have these walls built around my heart. What I wonder is if anybody can break them down. Cause I feel like I've been beating my hands against them for so long, that my knuckles are bloodied and torn and my fingers are worn down to the bone. The walls I've built up to protect me. Don't trust anybody-always be suspicious, but never show it. Never believe what people have to say, because if you do-you're sure to be let down. And it seems like every day that passes by, the walls get stronger, thicker. Taller. I read about people who love and trust. And I wonder if I'll ever be one of them. Do they have walls, too? Did they ever? Or did somebody chip at them for so long that they just gave way?

It's sad that I don't think I can break them down on my own. But can you blame me? Every promise made, every truth told has turned out to be false. False promises, true lies. It's all the same. It all boils down to me being let down. Time and time again.

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be able to have a good relationship. Will these walls that I've so steadily built up since I was a child force so many away? I think they will. But I feel as if I can't do anything about it. Because I'm always the one taking care of my loved ones. I don't think I've been really taken care of, even coddled over, for quite some time. Even when I'm sick, I'm left to fend for myself. And it may seem silly, or even stupid, but that hurts. That everybody just figures I'll be fine on my own, no need to talk to me about it. It'll pass. It'll blow over. Sometimes I just get so tired.

These walls are stained red from my bloodied fists. But the thing is, every time I chip some off, I build more. And more and more. Because that's all I can do to protect myself from getting hurt. That's all I can do to ensure I wake up the next day and keep going. Because without the walls, I'll crumble into dust.

countrygin @ 2005-08-15T23:14:00

2005-08-16T03:17:48Z

This challenge was to find an icon and write a drabble for it. I found this one, and it was just too pretty not to use. Then, I liked it so much, I snagged it for me to use at my regular journal. If Netscape is being mean and won't let you view it, just go see the userpics at countrylyman. I think you'll be able to guess which one this is for. *wink*

This was written for ginevra100.

Title: Simple
Characters: Ginny, Harry, Tom
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Icons
Notes: I guess this drabble could even go with last week's challenge for Tom, as well. Anyway, enjoy and feedback is always appreciated.

Her mother had always told her less was more. Except when it came to clothing; then, more was definitely better.

But when was she one to ever take her mother’s advice?

As she started experimenting to see what could help her look more attractive to Tom, she decided her mother was right.

Too much eyeliner, mascara and blush didn’t suit her.

And Tom agreed. He liked it when it was simpler. He said it let her beauty shine through.

Wouldn’t Harry be horrified to find out that he and Voldemort shared the love of a beautiful girl in simple makeup?

Colors, J/H

2005-08-05T00:27:59Z

I decided to go ahead and post the other fic I had completed, Colors. Another J/H fic, but an AU one set in the future. Just a cute little thing I posted, un-beta'ed to keep some interest going about me. 'Cause, believe it or not, I have people who like my stuff! *Dances* Anyway, here ya go:

Disclaimer: I’m poor and I don’t own That 70’s Show, otherwise I’d be a much richer girl. The characters aren’t mine; I’m just taking them out for a spin. So don’t sue. All you’ll get is the few pennies and some lint I’ve got in my pocket.
Author’s note: I actually did a bit of research for this fic. I went onto the Crayola website, where they have an entire history of every color they’ve ever made. All these colors were made prior to the 1970’s or during that decade. Except Unmellow Yellow, which was made in 1990; took a little creative license with that one. I just loved the name too much. Originally, I was going to do a fic where every letter was a different word that described Jackie. But, I decided colors would be more fun than flipping through a dictionary. Hope you like it.
Also, this is completely un-betaed. So any and all mistakes are mine; I just thought I'd post something while I'm still working on Of Thoughts and Petunias, which isn't coming along as nicely as I'd like. I hope to have an update on that one for you guys soon.

COLORS

A – Apricot. The color of her skin. Makes me just want to bite into it.

B – Blue-green. The color of her eyes that she hated when she was a kid because they made her different. Now she appreciates the fact that they make her unique and even more beautiful.

C – Carnation Pink. The first flower I ever gave her. We were in the middle of a fight and I threw it at her, just to see if she’d die as once predicted. She didn’t, but it did end the argument.

D – Denim. My favorite thing on her. It used to be the little sundresses she wore to drive me crazy, but I’ve discovered that a good pair of jeans does amazing things to her backside and makes her legs look a mile long.

E – Eggplant. Reminds me of the first time she tried to cook dinner on her own; eggplant parmigiana. Not good. You’re not supposed to be able to use a slice of eggplant to even out a wobbly table.

F – Forest Green. The color she decided to paint the living room. She picked it because “Green is a soothing color, Steven. And it’s not a girly green so you really can’t argue with me.” And I didn’t. What I’ll never tell her, though, is that I liked it from the beginning.

G – Gray. I swear, when she’s pissed at me, her eyes can turn to gray. Almost like a soot color. I don’t know how she does it, but it always catches me.

H – Hot magenta. During one of her mood swings while she was pregnant with Red, she sobbed because I wouldn’t repaint the El Camino. She was fine the next day, but she had me scared for a few hours there. ‘Cause she knows that if she cried enough, I’d probably do it for her.

I – Indian red. The color of our house. She’s always telling me that red is for passion, so I guess a deep, dark red house fits us. Ever since we were kids, we’ve had a passion for each other. Whether we were fighting, making-up afterwards, or deciding what to watch on TV.

J – Uh….No crayon for J? What the hell, man?

K – Key lime green. The first time she tried to bake without Mrs. Forman. For some reason, I don’t think Key Lime pie was supposed to be a moldy-looking green. But I ate it anyway and pretended to like it.

L – Lavender. The color and scent of those stupid candles that I hate that I love and she knows it.

M – Mahogany. Once I had saved up a nice amount of money, we stripped the ugly shag carpets and put in the mahogany wood floors. She grew up with beautiful wood floors, and I wanted to give them back to her.

N – Navy blue. Once we found out she was pregnant with a boy (because “How can you plan their lives if you don’t even know what they are?”), we painted Red’s room navy blue. No girly sky blue for my boy. She made me take the Zeppelin and Who posters out of his room, though. She put up Winnie the Pooh instead. That hurt.

O – Outrageous orange. The color of the leaves in the park when I proposed. I had the ring in my pocket, and I was going to take her out to a nice dinner, but I couldn’t hold out any more. I mean, I didn’t get down on one knee or anything, but I did manage to tell her that I loved her and wanted to be with her. Big stuff coming from me.

P – Periwinkle. The color of her bridesmaids’ dresses. Donna was very thankful; she was worried she’d have to wear a pink rainbow dress. Sometimes, the rest of the gang didn’t realize how much she had grown up, that she wasn’t the little girl obsessed with rainbows and unicorns anymore.

Q – Queen’s purple. The color of the bathing suit she wore on our honeymoon. She said to me, “Even though I’m not married to royalty, and I’m pretty enough to have snagged a prince, you can make me feel like a queen. So I get to wear the royal color. Plus, doesn’t it go with my hair nice?”

R – Rose. The color of the blanket our baby girl, Katie, was wrapped up in at the hospital. Later, her middle name and the color of her room.

S – Silver. The color of our wedding bands. I never really dug gold; thought it was too flashy. She went with silver for me and said it matched her engagement ring anyway, and what girl didn't want her bands to match?

T – Tan. The color of her skin that summer she made me suffer.

U – Unmellow yellow. I’m not totally sure how yellow is unmellow; is it too bright? But, Katie tells me not to argue with Crayola. “They’re not the government, Daddy. Crayons are supposed to make you happy.” That’s my girl; already knows the government is after her in kindergarten.

V – Violet. The flowers Red planted in the front of our yard for his mom as a surprise for her birthday. I was pissed because, A) he must be hanging out with Uncle Eric too much, and B) I hadn’t thought of it first.

W – White. The color of her wedding dress and the button-down shirt she made me wear. Mrs. Foreman tried to talk her into an off-white dress (seeing as how she wasn’t exactly virginal), but she wouldn’t change her mind or break tradition. She had never looked more beautiful to me.

X – Huh. No crayon for X. I don’t even think there are that many words for X, so who can blame them?

Y – Yellow-orange. The color of the first sunset on our honeymoon. I wasn’t really paying attention to it, since I had my hot, naked wife in bed, but she made me stop and watch it with her. “Anything for you, doll.”

Z – Okay...nothing for Z either. What, these Crayola people are too lazy to make up a color name that starts with Z? That’s the third letter, dude. Well, I’m not doing it.

I’ve been coloring with Katie and Red for an hour now and I hear Jackie calling us in for dinner. Her cooking has gotten better over the years; I’m sure Mrs. Forman had something to do with that. But, we both know I cook better. It’s just one of those unspoken things.

Like love. I’ve learned, especially since the kids were born, that the words matter. So I say the more than I used to, but that’s not saying a whole hell of a lot. However, I still think actions speak louder than words.

Which I plan on showing my hot, domestically-challenged wife after Grandpa Red and Grandma Kitty come over and take the kids for the night.

FIN

A/N: From the Crayola website on the color Indian Red: Indian Red is renamed Chestnut in 1999 in response to educators who felt some children wrongly perceived the crayon color was intended to represent the skin color of Native Americans. The name originated from a reddish-brown pigment found near India commonly used in fine artist oil paint.

~*~

A link to the story - That 70's Fanfic Archive

Of Thoughts and Petunias Pt.1

2005-08-04T18:39:52Z

Pairing: Jackie/Hyde
Rating: PG-13 or thereabouts
Disclaimer: I’m poor and I don’t own That 70’s Show, otherwise I’d be a much richer girl. The characters aren’t mine; I’m just taking them out for a spin. So don’t sue. All you’ll get is the few pennies and some lint I’ve got in my pocket.
Author’s Note: We’re just going to make pretend the Season 7 finale didn’t happen because it annoyed the hell out of me. Why do the writers always go back to Jackie and Kelso? And a huge thanks to my beta, Darby, because she made this much better than it was and didn’t hold back. I’d have been lost without you, hun.

She used to think she wanted to be with Michael, or at least somebody like him, for the rest of her life.

Somebody who was good looking, who did whatever she told him to do. A guy she could mold into the perfect husband; who would stand there, look pretty, buy her nice things, and make beautiful children she could show off at the country club.

But now she realized how foolish that was of her. Why would you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody who didn’t have a mind of his own, did whatever she told him, but didn’t give a second thought to her feelings until after he had done something wrong?

She wanted a man who would stay with her, who would love her and not leave her, like most everybody she had ever cared about. And she had thought Steven was that man.

He may not have always said nor done the right thing, but his gestures showed he was trying (shaving his beard for her, giving her his favorite Led Zeppelin tee for her birthday). He stood up to their friends for her and to anyone who had tried to hurt her—most of the time.

Steven wasn’t the perfect man and she wouldn’t have had it any other way. She loved him for being him self, for the way he treated her, cared for her, loved her.

But, in the end, for all his small gestures, and simply acts of kindness all it amounted to was a bunch of hurt. All she needed to hear was if he saw any type of future with her. She wasn’t even talking marriage. She just wanted to know if he could stay with her for the long run.

His answer?

“I don’t know.”

The words hurt worse than when he told her that he had cheated on her. At least then, he was fighting to keep her. At least then, he was fighting for their relationship. At least then, she knew he felt something.

The decision to leave was one of the hardest things she’d ever done, but if she’d learned nothing from being with Hyde, it was ‘Leave them before they leave you.’, and that’s exactly what she did. She left.

And as of right now, she wasn't very happy about it. She had left a place she loved, with her friends all around her, to a new life where her only source of happiness was shopping or ordering new things out of a catalog.

She hated this. She hated her apartment, her job, her lonely bed. She hated that she was becoming a snobby bitch again. She missed her friends. All of them.

Everyone was scattering to the wind, excited about the lives ahead of them, but not Jackie. It seemed like life was never going to be fun or happy for her anymore. Besides a good sale or two, she didn’t have much to look forward to. But mostly, she knew for a fact she wouldn’t love anybody like she did Steven, so what was the point of even trying to go out and find a new man to be with?

And that’s why she was sitting home on a Saturday night, all by herself, watching Little House on the Prairie, because it reminded her of simpler times. It reminded her of Steven.

“Ugh!” She sighed in frustration as she got up from the couch and shut off the TV in frustration. Everything reminded her of Hyde.

What now? What wouldn’t remind her of home, of her friends, of Steven? Her brow furrowed as she looked around her, trying to find something to distract her. Her face lit up as her eyes settled on the kitchen. Cooking! Lord knows she had never tried that at home. She had always figured, why bother when there was somebody else there to do it for you?

She reached for one of the cookbooks Mrs. Foreman had given her. After surveying the content of her fridge, she decided to try a simple cake. After all, it only looked like she had to throw some stuff into a bowl, mix it, and pour it into a pan. That didn’t seem too hard.

~*~

About an hour later, Jackie was grunting at the cookbook. Her mix looked nothing like the picture! How the hell had it gotten green? It was supposed to be yellow! As she was about to pour it into the pan and bake it anyway (just to see what would happen), there came a knock at the door.

Jackie looked down at her red flannel pajamas, streaked with flour, wet with milk, and random splotches of the green mix. She looked like a mess. She couldn’t let anybody see her like this.

As she tentatively approached the door, she called out.

“Who is it?”

“Delivery, ma’am.”

She breathed a sigh of relief; it was just a delivery boy, nobody important. She smiled as the thought that it may be the pretty blue dress she’d ordered last week. To make up for her messy appearance, she put on her most dazzling smile as she opened the door.

The smile quickly turned into a look of confusion as she saw the young, pimple-faced, teenage boy with a bouquet of flowers. Not a box to hold a pretty dress, but a bouquet of simple flowers.

“Miss Jackie Burkhart?”

She eyed him warily before responding.

“Yes.”

“These are for you,” he said, thrusting the flowers into her face.

She looked down at the bouquet of colorful petunias before turning her gaze to the young boy.

“Don’t I have to sign something?”

“No ma’am. But I suggest you read the card. Have a nice day.” He smiled at her and started to walk off.

Jackie didn’t know what came over her, but before she knew it, her mouth had opened to stop the boy.

“Wait!”

The boy turned around and held out his hand for a tip. Jackie rolled her eyes and shoved his hand away.

“I don’t have any money, but I’ll give you this tip. Soak a cotton ball in toner and use it every night before you go to bed, after you wash your face. That should help ease up your icky pimples. It’s just as effective as those Stridex pads, but it doesn’t sting as much.”

The young boy smiled at her, confused as to why this woman felt the need to point out his acne and give un-asked for advice.

“Um...thanks?”

Jackie smiled gently at the boy.

“No problem. You’re my good deed for the day. Thanks!” And with that, she waved at him and bounced back into her apartment.

Flowers! And they were so pretty, too. She loved petunias. They were simple, beautiful, and they didn’t pretend to be what they weren’t. She took a moment to bury her face in them. As the pretty scent filled her senses, she felt a sharp jab on her cheek.

The card.

The delivery boy had told her that she should read the card. That seemed a little odd to her; since when did a delivery boy have to tell somebody to read the card along with the flowers. Unless he was afraid she wouldn’t notice it? With a shrug, she got down a vase for the flowers, filled it with water and set them prettily on her coffee table.

She plopped down onto the couch, gazing at the flowers with a smile on her face and the card in her hand. Who could have sent her flowers? Today wasn’t a special day, as far as she could remember. Maybe it was a secret admirer? Maybe the dorky new guy at work, she thought. What was his name? James? Jack? Something with a ‘J’. He liked her, but she didn’t think he would know where she lived.

She opened the card and her eyes squinted at it in confusion.

‘See you soon.’

“‘See you soon’?” she said aloud. “What the hell does that mean? Is that little twerp going to come over here and try something? Because if he is, so help me, I’ll give him a good foot up his ass!” she shouted to the empty living room.

A knock on the door halted any further shouting match she was going to have with herself.

~*~
Here's a link to where I've got it archived: That 70's Fanfic Archive

I've been working on Part 2, but it's not coming along as easily as I thought it would. I'm flirting with the idea of posting a cute little J/H fic I wrote, completely un-betaed. Just so readers don't lose too much interest in me, ya know?

Muggle Challenge-Ginevra drabble

2005-08-03T00:18:03Z

Just some little drabbles I wrote for my ginevra100 community. The challenge was that Ginny had to do something Muggle-like. The first two stick to that, but I really ran away with the Charlie one. So I figured I'd post it here as well. *Grin*

Title: Why Her?
Characters: Ginny, Bill
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Note: No real spoilers, just a little bit of a future fic.

“But Bill, I don’t see why I have - ”

“Because I said so.”

Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. Bill merely rolled his eyes.

“You can’t use magic for this, Gin. Just use your hands, it won’t kill you!”

Ginny grimaced as she turned back to her task at hand. You would’ve thought he’d be the first in line to use magic for this gruesome thing. He was a male, after all. And men were not famous for this skill.

She still didn’t get why she had to be the one to change her niece’s nappies.

Title: She Smiled
Characters: Ginny, Charlie
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Notes: I'm on a definite Weasley kick this time around. I just love the relationships they all have with each other, how close they are.

She smiled as she climbed to the top of the tree to get the best tasting apples.

She smiled as she remembered how Charlie would climb up here with her, holding onto her waist so she wouldn’t fall.

She smiled as she remembered how protective he had always been towards her, but managing not to act like a git while doing it.

She smiled as she remembered how he was the one to call her Gin-girl. How nobody else was allowed to call her that.

She smiled as she carefully climbed down and ran into the house, ready to bake.

Title: How
Characters: Ginny, Charlie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100

And her smile grew wider as she saw him sitting there at the kitchen table, carefully sipping at a cup of tea.

She just stood there in the doorway, watching him.

She couldn’t smile as she remembered how he had thrown himself in front of her at the Final Battle.

How he had held onto her as Tom had tried grabbing at her.

How he had been hit with a spell from Bellatrix and knocked unconscious to the ground.

How she had dragged him into the nearby woods, waiting, watching. How she had cried, rocking his head in her lap.

A/N: I'm thinking of making the whole Charlie/Ginny thing into a full-fledged fic. I think I've got a nice little plot bunny in my head. Right next to my Percy fic. And the next installment of my T7S fic. *Sigh* So much to do, so little time. *Grin*

Intro Post

2005-08-03T00:09:41Z

I figured an introductory post might do some good.

I'm Kerri and this is my fic journal. My personal journal is countrylyman, but I started this one up so as not to spam any people who didn't particularly want to read any of my fic. Or drabbles.

That's all this one is. I'm pretty much a beginner in the actual writing of fanfic, but I've been reading it for years now. All thanks to Buffy, my original fandom. The one that started it all. *Happy sigh in remembrance*

Hopefully, you'll come to read more of my actual finished fics. But for now, I'll just do my drabbles (mostly for ginevra100) and the start of my That 70's Show fic, Of Thoughts and Petunias. Yeah, two totally different fandoms you wouldn't find. But it's all good.

And that's it. I better get to posting some actual writing instead of just my ramblings. *Grin*