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luvtowritefics247official · 7 years

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29: “I'm not going anywhere.”

Here, have some TJM inspired feels.

From this tumblr prompt list.

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“I'm not going anywhere.”

Arnold stopped in his tracks, nervous hands tightly clutching his father’s journal as he looked over his shoulder to see Helga standing resolutely, with hands defiantly on her waist and a look of fierce determination.

“W-what?”

“I said,” Helga snapped in her usual fashion, “that I'm not going anywhere, Football Head.”

“But...but, Helga--”

“But nothing, Shortman. I'm coming with you, on what is most certainly your biggest hair brained scheme yet, and that’s that.”

“Why?” Arnold demanded, feeling so overwhelmed with...everything going on in his life at the moment. His particular issues of conflicting and confusing feelings regarding Helga really needed to take a back seat right now, and he wouldn’t be able to focus on his main mission if she were around. Not too mention how dangerous the whole thing was. What if she got hurt? It would be all his fault! He'd never forgive himself if something happened to her--

“Why?” Helga parroted, “what do you mean, why? To make sure you don't do anything stupid, doi.”

“But, they're my parents.”

“So?”

“So-o, it has nothing to do with you. Why would you willingly put yourself at risk for something like this?” Arnold asked, and in the back of his mind he wondered just how upfront and honest Helga’s answer would be.

Her confident facade faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure with a snort, “Oh, puh-leeze! You need my help, and you know it, Arnoldo. I've always come in clutch when you're up to one of your crazy plans. I'm practically a professional at making sure you succeed. Plus, someone's gotta make sure you don't die.”

“And just why is my well being so important to you?” Arnold asked, clearly frustrated.

“Seriously?”

In that moment, Arnold understood completely why it had been a stupid question, and all of a sudden Helga's feelings seemed so clear, and then in an instant it was gone and she was just looking at him like he was a hopeless idiot.

He felt a lump in his throat, and clammy all over. This was...a lot for him to process, and he really wasn't sure he could handle this whole...Helga situation on top of everything else, but he felt deep in his gut that she was right. He did need her. He's always needed her, so really, why should this be any different?

He managed to somehow sigh in surrender and acceptance, shoulders drooping, “Okay, Helga. Whatever you say.”

“Great, then we’d better get moving,” she started walking with a purpose, arms pumping at her sides, “oh, better tell Geraldo he may as well come out from those bushes and tag along, too.”

“Huh!?”

“Oh, uh h-hey man.”

Honestly, this is low key inspired by @mikosarthouse art/comics for tjm. I love it a l o t.

#hey arnold #shortaki #arnold and helga #tumblr prompt

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shortmania · 7 years

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mikosarthouse replied to your post “The green eyed seem to be a hidden civilization that the colonization...”

Ya I kind of find it hard to believe that no one would venture out and interact with other non-GE pple, there's a reason Eduardo knows their language so well, and I'm thinking it's because there were a few that did want to go out and see what else there was, but they all took the secrecy and protection of the rest of the GE's very seriously and didn't divulge things that could put them in danger of being found probably.

#mikosarthouse #replies #tjm spoilers #the green eyes #agree

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stlgeekgirl · 7 years

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Arnold/Helga: 6, 7, 25, 32, 48, 54, 94, 117, 135 (arnold asking helga would be amazing) :'D feel free to pick and choose b/c it's a lot lmao

I got five for you right now and I’ll finish the last two tomorrow. (I’m doing 135 because you were specific and I have an idea!) Hope you like what I’ve got so far!

Also, I’m tagging @pointyobjects for #7 because I feel she can relate and therefore appreciate it. (Miss you PO!)

6- Scary movies are for chumps

“Where are you two jack legs going?’

Arnold and Gerald stopped in mid-conversationto glance towards the blonde star softball pitcher of Hillwood High and hertrusted bestie standing by said bestie’s locker.

“Evil Twin 27: The return of the Thirdis out today.” Gerald answered. “We’re heading to the afternoon showing. Wanna come with?”

Arnold winced at Gerald’s invite to the twoteens. Phoebe smiled shyly, tucking herbooks into the crook of her arm.

“Sorry Gerald, I have a ton of homework to doand you know my thoughts on scary movies.”

“Scary movies are for chumps.” Helga added popping her gum. “Sounds lame.”

“Chumps?” Arnold stepped forward, looking at the blonde and missing the sharedglance between Phoebe and Gerald. “Iseem to remember a very different conversation during Evil Twin 26,Pataki.”

Helga snorted. “Just as lame.”

“That’s why you were in my lap during half ofthe movie? Because it was lame?”

“I wasn’t in your lap.” She retorted, her face reddening.

“So it was some other ninety-eight pound blondein my lap clutching onto me like a life preserver?”

Helga took a step towards him. “There’d better not be any other blondes inyour lap bucko. And I was not clutching onto you like a life preserver. You’re delusional.”

“Wanna test that theory tomorrow?”

“Fine!”

“Fine! Pick you up at three?”

“Fine! You’re buying the popcorn.”

“Great!”

Phoebe leaned towards Gerald. “Can’t they ever just ask each other out likenormal people?”

Gerald grinned. “That’d be like asking the sun to set in the North, babe.”

7-You’vegone to the bathroom fifty times today.

Arnold looked up from his book as his wifeeased herself back down on the couch.

“You okay?”

“As well as can be expected, why?”

“You’ve gone to the bathroom fifty timestoday. That can’t be normal.”

Helga reached for the remote and failed fallingback onto the couch with a “hmmphff”. Arnold leaned to pick up the remote and hand it to her.

“Thank you. Arnold, I’m pregnant. Your spawnis sitting on my bladder. I’m countingit as a win that I haven’t peed my pants today. Fifty times today successfully making it to the bathroom is a greatthing, because they were all successful. I hate trying to change clothes while I’m this huge.”

His smile softened and he reached over andstroked her round belly, feeling movement under the skin.

“You look beautiful. You aren’t huge, you’re pregnant and I loveyou.”

“Aww…” She leaned towards him for a kiss before stopping suddenly and growlingunder her breath. “This is gettingridiculous.” She snarled as she tried toclimb to her feet again. Arnold helpedher up and she waddled back towards the bathroom.

“Get the hell off my bladder!” he heard her yelling at her stomach as hewent back to his book. “Move positionsalready!”

25- Aren’tyou supposed to be the adult?

“Run!”

A group of nine teens raced madly out of thenow abandoned Dino World, chased by three out of shape security guards, separatingin different directions once they all cleared the fence. All thankful that Eugene didn’t end upjoining them on this expedition into reminiscing their childhood as he surelywould’ve gotten caught on the fence, a ride, the large delapidated dino statueat the front of the park and would’ve gotten caught by the three Securityguards Helga had dubbed Larry, Shep and Mo.

Gerald, Stinky, and Harold had run towards thePier. Sid, Nadine and Lila had taken off towards the tracks which left Helga,Arnold and Curly running towards the overpass. They raced under the abandoned highway underpass, throwing themselvesagainst a concrete barrier. Helga peekedaround the corner for any signs of flashlights while Curly cackled in nervousrelief.

“Shush!” Arnold hushed him franticly. “We don’tknow where the guard went.”

Curly spun around in circles, hands thrownwide. “But don’t you feel alive? That was great Arnold!”

He couldn’t help the half grin that slid acrosshis face while he watched Curly.

“Yeah…it kind of was.”

“I don’t get it.” Helga was back, standing next to him watchingCurly spin around. She waved away hisunspoken question. “Nah, they much ofhave given up or gone after the group that ran towards the Pier. This was your idea? To break into Dino World?”

“Yep!” Curly announced gleefully. Shetilted her head.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the adult.”

Arnold shrugged, shoving his hands into hisjacket pockets. “Sometimes, we gotta actlike kids Helga. Even I can’t be theadult all the time.”

She shook her head and leaned against hisshoulder. “Like Gerald always says, you’rea bold kid Arnold.”

48- Ibet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing.

Helga stared at him as if he had lost his mind.

“Excuse me?”

He stood before her unruffled. In fact, he looked like he was almostenjoying this conversation.

“You heard me Pataki. I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing.”

She shifted from one foot to the other, tryingto figure out his plan.

“And…for argument’s sake, let’s say I manage todo this-“

“Impossible.”

“What do I get for winning?”

His grin grew wider and even more calculating,his arms spread wide. “Whatever youwant.” He said, annunciating each word.

She raised an eyebrow. “And if you win?”

He gave her that look. Dammit, he knew what that look did toher. “I get one favor to be determinedlater.”

She swallowed. Hard. “Okay football head. You’re on.”

He stuck out his hand. “Shake on it.”

She shook his hand and he pulled her towardshim so his lips were right next to her ear.

“I look forward to winning Pataki.”

Just as quickly he released her with a smuggrin. “See you later.”

She watched him leave, mouth dry, heartpounding.

“Christ.” She whispered. She was so fucked.

54-Why’sthere a pregnancy test in the trash?

Arnold stood in his bathroom staring indisbelief at the crumpled box in the trashcan. The pink and white box with the picture of a stick with a pinkline.

His heart pounded in his chest and hefrantically tried to remember when he last time he was sent out to buychocolate and pretzels was. He waspositive it was only last month…not even three weeks ago. Had she forgotten to take one of herpills? Had they not been safe? Was there a heat of the moment time he’dforgotten?

He frantically racked his brain over everysingle time they’d had sex within the last three weeks and, granted, he keptgetting sidetracked, but he couldn’t remember a single instance that wouldresult in this box being in their bathroom.

Was he ready to be a Dad? He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t to be a Dad, that wasn’t aquestion. He wanted a family more thananything and Helga knew that, agreed with him, even after he was worried that,with her family, she wouldn’t ever want to have kids.

But they were only twenty. He wasn’t sure hewas ready to be a Dad at twenty.

He stepped out of the bathroom in a daze,wandering towards the bedroom where Helga was getting dressed for their dinnerwith Gerald and Phoebe that night. Shelooked up at he stumbled in.

“You okay?” she asked worriedly as he looked up at her, his eyes scanning her abdomenas if trying to spot any differences. “Youlook as if the Headless Cabbie drove over your grave. What’s wrong?”

Nothing for it but to just ask.

“Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?”

She blushed. Actually blushed and he felt his heart skip.

“Damn, I forgot about that. Sorry. You weren’t supposed to know yet.” She winced and he felt his heart catch as herealized that, yes, he wanted this. He was okay with this.

“Phoebe was late and she came over for moralsupport to take the test. She didn’twant to tell Gerald until she was sure. So act surprised when they tell you tonight, yeah?”

He frowned, not expecting this turn atall. “So…wait…it’s not…Phoebe’spregnant?”

Helga nodded. “Yep. She had a huge freak outbut now she’s fine. As long as Geraldo’sfine which I think he will be, I mean after all, you two are all about familyand kids…” Her voice trailed off as herface drained of color.

“Oh…Oh hell….oh shit, you thought….oh Arnold, I’mso sorry.”

He waved off her stumbled apology, feeling botha little let down and relieved. “No, noit’s fine. I just…”

She crossed the room, hugging him to her. “Oh my love, I’m so sorry. I didn’t eventhink how this would look to you. I wasso worried about Phoebe, I forgot to shove it under the empty rolls orsomething.”

“It’s fine Helga. It just threw me.”

She pulled back to look at him. “I know you want kids Arnold, and when ithappens, I promise, you will not find out by a discarded box in the bathroomtrash. I will make absolutely sure thatany pregnancy test I do, you’ll be right there walking the halls for thoseseven minutes with me, I promise.”

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her,dropping a soft kiss on her lips. “Youalways know what to say to make me feel better darling.”

#Hey arnold #shortaki #drabble prompt #mikosarthouse

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polkahotness · 7 years

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GOAL: Tag 9 People to get to know them better

thank you to @mikosarthouse, @arnolds-love and @meliimamiii for tagging me, i don’t often get tagged in things so this means a lot to me!!

Last movie seen: Charlie’s Angels 2 (Thanks @marysueisdead ;))

Relationship Status: engaged

Favorite Colors: Pink, Purple, Black

Lipstick or chapstick?: lipstick of the darker variety, i like dark roses and dark mauves

Last song: hmm... lemme check... “Obstacles” by Syd Matters (from Life is Strange of course)

Top 3 Shows: Hey Arnold!, A Series of Unfortunate Events and RuPaul’s Drag Race

Top 3 Ships At The Moment: oh that’s easy. ArnoldxHelga (Hey Arnold!) (as is always my first and strongest ship), VioletxQuigly (ASOUE), RachelxChloexMax (Life is Strange)

Now... i don’t know if i even have 9 friends... so if you want to do this, i tag YOU!! <3

#personal #polka speaks

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wistfulwanderingone · 7 years

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Hey, @mikosarthouse, here’s the correct answers...I re-did them for you. I have no idea what happened to them. 8,12,22,28,37

8.) Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

What constitutes a snippet? This is probably longer...but I love the whole thing because I feel like it was a perfect way to reintroduce Arnold and Helga to each other. Not to mention the other characters are so in-character here that I love it!.

“What are you doing here?”

She rolls her eyes. “My job.”

“What job’s that? Destroying my dig site?” I say this teasingly, but I’m seriously annoyed that her clumsiness almost destroyed weeks of work.

“No, Arnoldo. I’m here to interview a crackpot archeologist for The National Geographic. Apparently, that's you,” she adds with one of her smirks that I’m all too familiar with. How could I forget how much Helga Pataki lives to tease and rile people up--especially me?

“Then why do you seem so surprised to find me here? Wait a second,” I exclaim, “crackpot archeologist? Who says I’m a crackpot?”

“Um...everyone,” she quips throwing her arms out for effect. “You claim that San Lorenzo's Green Eyes are descendents of the Ancient Egyptians. That’s like oceans away from here,” she laughs. “And to answer your other question, I’m surprised to find you here because I wasn't actually given your name. Just initials and 'team.'”

“So how'd you find us here?”

She gives me a look that screams ‘what, are you an idiot?’ “How many eccentric archeologists do you think there are in San Lorenzo that think the Green Eyes are actually Egyptians? Geez, Copernicus, it’s not like you’re hiding or anything. I’ve been all over Central and South America and there’s definitely no one like you. And as the top National Geographic journalist in these parts, I am telling you I have been all over.”

I raise an eyebrow at her in surprise. “I thought you were going to be a novelist or something. I didn’t know you were into this kind of thing.”

She smiles genuinely and it completely transforms her face. “Are you joking?” she laughs. “Traveling the world...adventure...going off the beaten paths and investigating for stories? This is so totally up my alley!” she cries, throwing her arms out wide. And then her expression turns smug. "What's not my thing are these little boring 'interest' pieces about crazy archeologists with insane theories.”

"We have plenty of evidence, Pataki. And I'll prove it to you."

"Only time will tell, I suppose," she replies, slight sarcasm in her voice.

“Arnold, we...we, uh...we need your help,” Sandy calls, approaching us at a run. Glancing to Helga she adds, “If you can spare a moment.”

“Your wife summons, Shortman,” Helga quips with a guffaw.

Sandy puts her hands on her hips and narrows her eyes at Helga. “I’m not his wife, whoever you are,” she corrects her with a terse tone to her voice.

“Her name's Helga. What’s up?” I ask Sandy, standing up and dusting off my pants.

Eyeing Helga suspiciously, she finally turns to me and answers. “Well...Soren’s stuck up in the tree with a bunch of monkeys.”

“This is I gotta see,” Helga laughs, standing up and clapping her hands together.

Approaching the area where Sawyer had found the monkeys and Soren had been goofing off, we look up into the towering branches of the tree. There's Soren, high up, cornered by a group of monkeys that are either really curious about him or about to tear his face off.

“You know spider monkeys are some of the most intelligent monkeys of the New World,” Richard states, looking at Antoinette as we approach. He smiles proudly at himself, waiting for her answer.

“Fascinating, but not all that helpful,” she replies sarcastically.

Richard’s shoulders slump slightly and he kicks a rock dejectedly in front of him. “Your mama’s not helpful,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Not the time, Richard,” Antoinette reprimands sternly.

“Get me down from here!” Soren shouts suddenly as a monkey swings over to him, and then hangs from a branch so he’s face to face with him.

“Quite the brilliant team of scientists you’ve got here, Arnold,” Helga retorts, behind a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

“I was never a huge fan of Tarzan...and now I’m married to him,” Sandy groans from beside her.

"You could do worse," Helga says, nonchalantly. However, the way she eyes me makes my stomach sink with dread. It’s like I know she’s up to something, like she’s going to say something that I don’t want to hear. "You could actually be married to a football-headed oddball of an archeologist."

…And there it is.

12.) Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

Honestly this is kind of hard for me to answer...there are a lot of episodes that inspire me for different things, so I don’t think I can really choose just one.

22.) Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

This was really hard. I have trouble rewriting stuff...once it’s written I feel like I can’t mentally think about a different way to change it but I will try. For this I just chose a random paragraph in the beginning of my old fic “Weathered Too Young”...something that I am still really proud of and I hope one day to rewrite and finish.

Old-Version:

Arnold stared into the mirror at his reflection. He hardly recognized himself these days. He was twenty-six years old, but felt like he was eighty. The last couple of years had really been hard on him and he felt exhausted, hopeless, and helpless. Sometimes he felt like he had wasted the last four or five years of his life. And there would never be any hope of getting them back.

He rubbed bitterly at his eyes, trying in vain to dispel the fatigue and get rid of the large purple bags that hung heavily there. He did this every morning, but never to any avail. The green of his eyes had gradually faded to an empty gray-green that no longer held any light. He put some gel in his hands, rubbed them together and tried resentfully to restore his hair to its once bright, blonde, energetic look. No use. It still looked pale and limp.

New-Version:

Arnold Shortman stared hard into the mirror. A sad, aged face stared back at him. Was this someone he knew? Was this really him? He could hardly recognize that tired, pained face that gazed back at him. He was barely twenty-six years old, but he felt like he was eighty.

The past couple of years had been loathsome and draining. If he thought too much about it...let the aches of pain and regret take over...he’d start to feel like he had wasted the last four or five years of his life. Wasted them...and there was no way he’d ever get them back.

And sometimes if he continued on this train of thought...he’d get angry and hateful. But it wouldn’t last long...the gloom and anxiety would settle back in, much stronger than the anger and work as a distraction. A miserable distraction.

He rubbed bitterly at his eyes, trying in vain to dispel the fatigue and get rid of the large purple bags that hung heavily there. Every morning as if out of habit, he did this. But never to any avail. The green of his has had gradually faded to an empty grayish-green that reminded him of the dying, drought-beaten sagebrush he’d seen one on a trip to Arizona. Rubbing gel between his palms, he smoothed it into his hair, trying resentfully to restore his once bright, blonde hair to it’s former glory. But like always, it still looked pale and limp.

Tell me what you think! Is it better?

28.) Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Well, I think it only makes sense to start with @pointyobjects. Why? Because she was the first HA! author whose work I fell in love with. Everything she writes is always exactly the quality and content I always crave. It always makes me laugh (and i love laughing) because I think she has a witty way of looking at the world and describing it, and I think her writing style is in some ways similar to mine and maybe that’s another reason her work appeals to me so much. Her stuff is golden. I’m never disappointed. I’m also jealous of her drabbles...there’s just so much perfection in such a small amount of words.

Second would probably be @polkahotness. It’s funny...I had never read her stuff until I saw her post looking for a beta and offered my services...then I started reading “Spanish 2 Was All For You” and I LOOOOOOVED it! Her fluff is golden. But I also love her poetry...it’s gorgeous, like so beautiful and inspiring. Not only are her actually poems like that...but the way she writes and describes things in general is so poetic...and while I SUCK at poetry I can read it and know it and appreciate it’s beauty. And her’s is amazing. She also writes really deep, emotionally beautiful fics and they amaze me.

I think for the third one I want to shout out to a few authors. I suck at reading fics these days, but I’m started a few and if only time would permit I’d keep reading it. @turchinorain whose pirate AU “The Promise of the Sea” fic calls to me constantly because I can feel it’s going to be awesome. @ps118daily whose “Leaves” I’ve only read two chapters of...but, dang I want to read MORE. I feel like there’s going to be some amazing depth there. @aibou-ftw who has written my most favorite ever one-shot “Yes, No, Maybe”. Seriously, favorite EVER!

37.) Talk about your current wips.

“The Shadow Around His Heart” -- that’s my baby. I love it. i have sooooo many amazing plans for it. And as hard as it is to write...it’s also the easiest thing I think I’ve written because i’m so passionate about it. New Chapter coming in a week or less! I promise!

“No Competition” -- It’s back! This is my HS fic...with lots of tension and while its funny, I feel like it has a really unique plot with lots of surprises coming and a bit of drama. So hopefully more updates more frequently!

“Secret Upcoming One-Shot”-- I hopefully will finish this soon...but it will be the kids as 9 year-olds in a style fitting an episode. I’ve had this idea for a year so I wanna finish it soon!

“As Yet Untitled Drama” -- while watching a show I had this idea...I’m so excited for it...it’s gonna take lots of PRE PLANNING so it’s in that stage now. Just think drama and ALL the characters as adults...it’s gonna be probably the most drama I’ve ever written. Stick around!

“Pride and Prejudice AU” - Still planning on doing this but it’s taken a back burner to my two current projects. Never fear...it will come one day.

#meme #answers #i figured it out #mikosarthouse #so here's the right answers #writer

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farkledagain · 3 years

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I love collaborating with @mikosarthouse. She always does such an amazing job cleaning up my messy sketches. This is for her Mermaid AU.

#Hey Arnold #Hey Arnold!#Fandom: Hey Arnold #Char: Helga Pataki #Char: Arnold Shortman #Ship: HelgaxArnold #FarkledAgain Collaborates #Guest Artist: Mony

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ps118daily · 7 years

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Arnold was up just one and a half hour after falling asleep after driving over five hours, accidentally breaking into a nursing home, stealing a boat, and burying a loved one- and he was smiling because Helga Pataki admitted she has friends.

Leaves, Missed Signs, & the Incorrigible Effects of Time

(Commission by @mikosarthouse fantastic artist even fantastic er human being)

#hey Arnold!#ha!#hey Arnold #Arnold shortman #helga pataki #shortaki #blah I'm too lazy for the rest #skxjx #Gerald johanssen

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pointyobjects · 7 years

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Tagged by @stlgeekgirl : My lock screen, the last song I listened to, and my last selfie. I think I took a selfie after that, but my husband is in it, and he doesnt like how he looks. I tag: @dadfunkadelic @mikosarthouse @turchinorain @demonbones

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shxrtmann-blog · 7 years

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OOC. New Theme is Done & I am in love with that Arnold!

Credit to: @mikosarthouse who took my commisioned for the drawing <3 & @rosaiism who commisioned the background <3

#╰☆╮ out of caps ( ooc.)

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luvtowritefics247official · 7 years

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@mikosarthouse

From a tumblr prompt list.

#50: You’re the only one.

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“You’re the only one.”

Arnold whipped around to find Helga G Pataki standing in his living room. He hadn’t even realized he’d dropped his keys, “Helga? W-what are you doing here, I…I thought your flight was an hour ago.” 1 hour and 4 minutes and 37 seconds ago, to be exact. Not that he had been counting…or wandering aimlessly around town to try and distract himself.

“Yeah, well…I figured I at least owed you an answer.” Helga replied, suddenly finding the arm of his sofa interesting.

“…I thought you already had,” Arnold said slowly, trying to ignore the sharp twinge in his chest at the memory.

******** Arnold could only stare in disbelief, trying to comprehend what he’d just heard, “London? Wow, that’s…that’s amazing.” No, it wasn’t. It was awful. She was leaving, and he was stupid and had wasted all the time avoiding telling her how he felt and now she was leaving.

“Yeah, it’s…it’s an amazing opportunity for me.”

Arnold wasn’t sure if he heard uncertainty in her voice, or if it was just his own pathetic desperation projecting.

“You haven’t accepted it yet?” Arnold wanted to cringe at how hopeful he sounded, and attempted to reign it in, “Um, I mean it sounds like your dream job. What…what would make you stay.” Damn that pathetic hopeful tone in his voice. Her eyes met his finally, and he felt his breath catch. He’d seen her look at him like that so many times over the 20 years they’ve known each other. He *knew* that look. He’s had that look. Maybe she…

“You know what? Can’t think of a single reason,” Helga said with stiff resolution, before seeing herself out.

If Arnold’s heart hadn’t been breaking, he may have have let himself believe that Helga hadn’t meant it. ********

“Helga what…what are you saying?” He refused to hope, but she was here in his apartment instead of on a plane to London.

And then what she had first said dawned on him.

She must have noticed the look on his face, and she defensively crossed her arms, “What, you develop a hearing problem since the last time I talked to you?”

“Helga–”

“I’d stay for you, okay? You’re the reason. You.”

Her face was red with embarrassment, but she held eye contact out of sheer stubbornness. Arnold was still processing the information. It felt too good to be true. For once, instead of running away, Helga came back. For him.

“…Me?”

Helga let out a frustrated groan, “Oh my GOD, Arnold I just got off a freaking plane for you. Can you *please* form a complete sentence?”

Arnold laughed breathlessly, shaking his head as he smiled at her, “No.”

And before Helga could respond, he had crossed over to her, cupped her face and brought his lips to hers.

#hey arnold #arnold and helga #arnold shortman #helga pataki #tumblr prompt

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