A Request is what you want read. A Fill is the fictional realization of that request.
This meme is het, slash, femslash, and gen friendly.
We welcome all ratings.
Do I have to post anonymously? Well, it would be cool. Anonymity is cool. But we won't enforce it.
How long does this go on? The meme will last longer than the Cheese Festival itself. How long? Who knows! Hopefully a long time! But eventually, the meme probably will be closed after participation dwindles in order to avoid spam. We will put up warnings two weeks in advance if the meme is closing.
Yo, can I promote this? Yes, please! Find promotional banners here!
SUBMITTING A REQUEST? READ THIS FIRST.
Make one Request per comment.
Requests must include a character or pairing AND a prompt. Prompt can be anything from a single word to a detailed scenario describing what you want.
Please use this basic format: Pairing. Prompt. An example would be this: Phoebe/Gerald. Studying in the treehouse.
To request a sexual scenario, you must be 18 years old.
You understand that if you request a sexual scenario, a Filler must Fill your request with a depiction of the involved parties as age 18 or older. If a Requester or a Filler submits anything with explicit underage sex, it will be screened and/or deleted.
FILLING A REQUEST? READ THIS FIRST.
To post a Fill, post it as a reply to the Request you are filling.
Please format your subject lines like so: FILL: Title Goes Here.
Explicit and potentially triggery content (non-con, suicide, gore, etc.) requires warnings and a rating at the beginning of your Fill. Readers, please tread with caution.
Fill too big for a single comment? Post in multiple comments and make sure all subsequent parts define themselves as PART 2, PART 3, etc. in the SUBJECT LINE. But you will probably not need to do this because Dreamwidth allows very large comments.
May I write a continuation or sequel to someone else's Fill? No.
After you have posted a Fill, respond to THE LIST (the first comment on this page) with a link. That way links to all completed Fills can be found in one place.
I messed up my comment! Can I delete it? No, only a mod can delete anonymous comments. You'll need to re-post your (fixed) comment yourself, then visit The Stoop to ask a mod to delete the messed-up comment.
I'm real proud of this shit I wrote. If I post anon now, can I "come out" as author later? Yes, your work is your work. If you want to re-post in your journal or elsewhere, you may do so at any time.
Still as lost and confused as Harold on the subway? Come ask us anything at THE STOOP.
Remember to sign-out before you post if you want to remain anonymous!
Harold just couldn't believe this. Here he was again at the Cheese Festival with the one girl he thought he'd never see again after school - or in his life, for that matter. But yet here he was: the old school dummy that turned out to be more than he looked, Harold Berman who successfully managed to graduate in business school for the surprise of many of his old friends; and there she was, extraordinaire fashion woman Rhonda Wellington Lloyd, with him. All of this seemed like a dream.
"Now come on, Harold, don't make me stand here waiting!" The young woman called out for him.
Nodding awkwardly, he started walking with her through the small boots. Rhonda didn't really fit in with the place at all; her clothes were far too elegant and formal for a small city festival like this. He was wearing a suit, since he had been in a business meeting regarding the local butchery not long ago, somewhat in a formal attire as well.
The last time they had been in the festival together had been so long ago. They were only ten - well, he was thirteen - and Rhonda had been the one who forced him to go. Later on she denied the event ever happened and even though he was happy to comply at the time regarding his tough reputation, Harold still could remember a small part of him break that day. After that neither one of them spoke alone again, the only exceptions being school works such as taking care of that stupid egg.
Their little date at the Cheese Festival was never mentioned again during their school years and they graduated from high school without ever discussing the subject. For him, it had been over very long ago. His only link to the school was the occasional hellos with his old guy friends from school and his then-girlfriend Big Patty. Unfortunately, it didn't work out for them.
Harold sighed a little sadly remembering the lost times with Patty. Their breakup hadn't been so recent, but he didn't date - till now, that is. Today had been one of the craziest days in his life: after waking up late and bumping into some of his old classmates in the city – he was still trying to hide from a very angry-looking Helga G. Pataki too - he ran into the one person he never thought he would ever see again. Rhonda. They didn't talk at all for the first minutes and then, out of nowhere, she dragged him through the streets and to the Cheese Festival.
Suddenly remembering his "date" for the evening, Harold looked at his side. Rhonda was talking about something regarding fashion, but he wasn't listening. In fact, he was just looking.
Rhonda looked the same, yet still different from the young girl and teenager he grew up with. Her hair was longer now, touching her shoulders, but it still looked as soft as ever. Her sense in style and fashion never waned either; her clothes were elegant and definitely expensive, but it didn't look exaggerated at all. Yet, there was something very different in this Rhonda. She didn't act and talk as haughtily as she did before. Her words seemed more controlled, as if she was afraid to talk to him - as if there was something holding her back.
Finally, his curiosity got the best of him. Taking a deep breath, Harold asked her.
"Rhonda, why are we here?"
Turning around, she looked at him with one of her famous you-must-be-really-stupid looks. As if expecting that her expression would explain everything, the dark haired woman just sighed and looked at him once more.
"Oh come on, Harold. We haven't seen each other in years and today, of all days, when I finally decided to get over the way Gammelthorpe got over me - which still shocks me; how could he just change his lifelong obsession for me to some other girl? - anyway, and begin a different stage of my life, look who shows up!" Rhonda was raising the volume of her voice with each word as excitement washed over face. Harold still couldn't understand. She frowned. "You, Harold!"
"Huh?"
Rhonda looked quite infuriated, but as she held one of the bigger man's hand in her own, there was also a twinkle in her eyes.
"You showed up, Harold." She smiled happily at him. "After all this time, I thought I'd never see you again and I firmly believed that my crush had become completely one-sided... That is, until you accepted my invitation to come here." Both of them purposefully ignored the fact that she had dragged him here instead of just asking. "Here, at the Cheese Festival."
Harold didn't answer her. He was still shocked with Rhonda's sudden reappearance in his life and strange ways of regarding things - but then again, he had never really understood Rhonda Lloyd and that had been one of the many things he liked (still liked) about her. Noticing her worried look - perhaps she thought he had forgotten? - he smiled at her as he held her hand more firmly, yet delicately.
"This reminds me when we were two little kids in a weird festival."
She smiled at his response. Still holding hands, both adults looked at each other in a nostalgic way as they approached the love tunnel. Laughing, Rhonda repeated her old phrase. A phrase that had never really lost its meaning to her; not really.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fic_me_arnold) wrote2012-07-16 05:45 pm
"You know you like me, Harold"
(Anonymous) 2012-07-16 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)Option past Harold/Patty and/or Curly/Rhonda.
Re: "You know you like me, Harold"
(Anonymous) 2012-07-21 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)"Now come on, Harold, don't make me stand here waiting!" The young woman called out for him.
Nodding awkwardly, he started walking with her through the small boots. Rhonda didn't really fit in with the place at all; her clothes were far too elegant and formal for a small city festival like this. He was wearing a suit, since he had been in a business meeting regarding the local butchery not long ago, somewhat in a formal attire as well.
The last time they had been in the festival together had been so long ago. They were only ten - well, he was thirteen - and Rhonda had been the one who forced him to go. Later on she denied the event ever happened and even though he was happy to comply at the time regarding his tough reputation, Harold still could remember a small part of him break that day. After that neither one of them spoke alone again, the only exceptions being school works such as taking care of that stupid egg.
Their little date at the Cheese Festival was never mentioned again during their school years and they graduated from high school without ever discussing the subject. For him, it had been over very long ago. His only link to the school was the occasional hellos with his old guy friends from school and his then-girlfriend Big Patty. Unfortunately, it didn't work out for them.
Harold sighed a little sadly remembering the lost times with Patty. Their breakup hadn't been so recent, but he didn't date - till now, that is. Today had been one of the craziest days in his life: after waking up late and bumping into some of his old classmates in the city – he was still trying to hide from a very angry-looking Helga G. Pataki too - he ran into the one person he never thought he would ever see again. Rhonda. They didn't talk at all for the first minutes and then, out of nowhere, she dragged him through the streets and to the Cheese Festival.
Suddenly remembering his "date" for the evening, Harold looked at his side. Rhonda was talking about something regarding fashion, but he wasn't listening. In fact, he was just looking.
Rhonda looked the same, yet still different from the young girl and teenager he grew up with. Her hair was longer now, touching her shoulders, but it still looked as soft as ever. Her sense in style and fashion never waned either; her clothes were elegant and definitely expensive, but it didn't look exaggerated at all. Yet, there was something very different in this Rhonda. She didn't act and talk as haughtily as she did before. Her words seemed more controlled, as if she was afraid to talk to him - as if there was something holding her back.
Finally, his curiosity got the best of him. Taking a deep breath, Harold asked her.
"Rhonda, why are we here?"
Turning around, she looked at him with one of her famous you-must-be-really-stupid looks. As if expecting that her expression would explain everything, the dark haired woman just sighed and looked at him once more.
"Oh come on, Harold. We haven't seen each other in years and today, of all days, when I finally decided to get over the way Gammelthorpe got over me - which still shocks me; how could he just change his lifelong obsession for me to some other girl? - anyway, and begin a different stage of my life, look who shows up!" Rhonda was raising the volume of her voice with each word as excitement washed over face. Harold still couldn't understand. She frowned. "You, Harold!"
"Huh?"
Rhonda looked quite infuriated, but as she held one of the bigger man's hand in her own, there was also a twinkle in her eyes.
"You showed up, Harold." She smiled happily at him. "After all this time, I thought I'd never see you again and I firmly believed that my crush had become completely one-sided... That is, until you accepted my invitation to come here." Both of them purposefully ignored the fact that she had dragged him here instead of just asking. "Here, at the Cheese Festival."
Harold didn't answer her. He was still shocked with Rhonda's sudden reappearance in his life and strange ways of regarding things - but then again, he had never really understood Rhonda Lloyd and that had been one of the many things he liked (still liked) about her. Noticing her worried look - perhaps she thought he had forgotten? - he smiled at her as he held her hand more firmly, yet delicately.
"This reminds me when we were two little kids in a weird festival."
She smiled at his response. Still holding hands, both adults looked at each other in a nostalgic way as they approached the love tunnel. Laughing, Rhonda repeated her old phrase. A phrase that had never really lost its meaning to her; not really.
"You know you like me, Harold."
Re: "You know you like me, Harold"
(Anonymous) 2012-07-21 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)Great job!
Re: "You know you like me, Harold"
(Anonymous) 2012-07-21 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)