Fanfiction - Hey Arnold! - Grow
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leskuhTitle: Grow
Fandom/Universe: Hey Arnold!
Character(s): Rhonda, Harold (never mentioned by name though XD)
Rating: K+
He is growing on her.
(bit by bit by bit and she knows very little of flowers besides the few things she picks up from Nadine’s interest in bug diets, but she still wonders if there’s a connection)
The strange thing is that she had expected it to work the other way. She’d hold his hand and stroke his ego and he’d fall head over heels with the flick of her wrist. No chance, no hope, he’d be drowning in her. She was Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd after all and that had to count for something.
She had imagined it, her eyes aglow with visions unseen. He’d be smitten and she’d be on top and slowly she’d get him to take off his silly little hat. Bit by bit, she would get him to tuck in his shirt and put on a decent pair of pants. Slowly, but surely she would change his wardrobe, fix his teeth, slim him down and bulk him up.
And then she would have let him go.
(he runs his fingers through her hair and trails them along her arms - he snakes his arms around her like vines and she’s on fire)
Instead, he hugs her just a little too tightly and when he kisses her, she breathes in the bitterness of chocolate-breath. He’s too big and too small all at once. One time, he gripped her hand tightly as they walked past a graveyard and he quaked with every step. She tells him to tie his shoes and he scowls at her.
He isn’t the perfect little pet she’d always wanted.
(his breath on her cheek is moist and sticky, there’s something humid in it and all she can see is a vast jungle running through her mind)
He doesn’t bend to her. And some days she finds herself forgetting to brush her hair. Sometimes she doesn’t bother putting on make up. Every so often she’ll order in a large cheese pizza all for herself and eat every last slice.
She is horrified to find that he is changing her.
(he kisses her until she bursts into laughter, his lips tickling at her throat like tiny little flower petals brushing softly along her neck - magicking the happiness out of her)
He is growing on her and she doesn’t know what to do. She was never meant to stay with him. Just fix him and move on. Build him up and then let him fall. She could still do it - she could still leave him.
She should.
But sometimes, just sometimes, as she lays her head on his chest while he runs pudgy fingers through her hair -
She thinks she’d rather stay forever.
a/n: for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heron_advocate because it was her birthday just a bit ago and I know she loves Rhonda/Harold just like I do and because she's been sad recently. ILU!
Fandom/Universe: Hey Arnold!
Character(s): Rhonda, Harold (never mentioned by name though XD)
Rating: K+
He is growing on her.
(bit by bit by bit and she knows very little of flowers besides the few things she picks up from Nadine’s interest in bug diets, but she still wonders if there’s a connection)
The strange thing is that she had expected it to work the other way. She’d hold his hand and stroke his ego and he’d fall head over heels with the flick of her wrist. No chance, no hope, he’d be drowning in her. She was Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd after all and that had to count for something.
She had imagined it, her eyes aglow with visions unseen. He’d be smitten and she’d be on top and slowly she’d get him to take off his silly little hat. Bit by bit, she would get him to tuck in his shirt and put on a decent pair of pants. Slowly, but surely she would change his wardrobe, fix his teeth, slim him down and bulk him up.
And then she would have let him go.
(he runs his fingers through her hair and trails them along her arms - he snakes his arms around her like vines and she’s on fire)
Instead, he hugs her just a little too tightly and when he kisses her, she breathes in the bitterness of chocolate-breath. He’s too big and too small all at once. One time, he gripped her hand tightly as they walked past a graveyard and he quaked with every step. She tells him to tie his shoes and he scowls at her.
He isn’t the perfect little pet she’d always wanted.
(his breath on her cheek is moist and sticky, there’s something humid in it and all she can see is a vast jungle running through her mind)
He doesn’t bend to her. And some days she finds herself forgetting to brush her hair. Sometimes she doesn’t bother putting on make up. Every so often she’ll order in a large cheese pizza all for herself and eat every last slice.
She is horrified to find that he is changing her.
(he kisses her until she bursts into laughter, his lips tickling at her throat like tiny little flower petals brushing softly along her neck - magicking the happiness out of her)
He is growing on her and she doesn’t know what to do. She was never meant to stay with him. Just fix him and move on. Build him up and then let him fall. She could still do it - she could still leave him.
She should.
But sometimes, just sometimes, as she lays her head on his chest while he runs pudgy fingers through her hair -
She thinks she’d rather stay forever.
a/n: for
heron_advocate because it was her birthday just a bit ago and I know she loves Rhonda/Harold just like I do and because she's been sad recently. ILU!
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Date: 2008-11-02 04:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-02 04:53 am (UTC)But Rhonda/Harold is awesome and so are you! <3333333
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Date: 2008-11-02 05:24 am (UTC)You definitely need to write more often! :D
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Date: 2008-11-02 05:30 pm (UTC)Really, your comment means A LOT to me. I'm actually not all that confidant in my writing so knowing that you really liked it is awesome.
I should set up some sort of self-challenge I think. I used to write like a mofo, but my interest in it dwindled over time as I started drawing more.