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@shcrtman
#SHCRTMAN ; independent , selective , and mutuals only ARNOLD SHORTMAN of Nickelodeon’s HEY ARNOLD ! canon divergent & headcanon based with influences from other media . low - medium activity . protected by mari ( she / her 25+ ) est. 02/2018 revamped. 04/2022
guidelines. dossier. bio. interest tracker. prompts.
apologies for my absence. i haven’t disappeared again, just… a lot of stuff is happening and i need a break from pretty much everything. when things settle back down i’ll be back on the dash.
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❛ I think it’s pretty impressive that I have at least a hundred hours straight, no interruptions in Minecraft. Yeah, that’s like nine days I spend doin’ nothin’ but that but… it counts for somethin’, right? ❜
“Wow, that actually really is impressive.” He was sure it had to count for something. He didn’t know much about the game but he assumed it had to involve some kind of skill. Most games did. And if sharpening a skill was involved, it counted. “Personal opinion, I’d say yeah, it counts for something. But it also brings up tons of questions; like, weren’t you hungry after nine days? And how did your butt not go completely numb? And what about your eyesight?” Only Arnold would be concerned about someone else’s eyesight. Or maybe it was only Arnold who would actually express that concern.
@shcrtman II x
He agreed with a nod. “Sounds like it. You know how our friends are. They can be a little harsh. Especially harold and helga. You really can’t blame her for being hesitant.” Gerald’s eyes widened a bit in shock. “Dang she bought you dinner?” He gave him an affectionate pat on the shoulder. “You’re a lucky kid arnold. You two aren’t even dating yet and she’ll already paying for you. Wish I had a girl who would buy me pizza.”
He was a little envious that arnold had a girl who was so crazy about him but mostly he was happy for his best friend. “Maybe her family’s rich or something. Then it would make sense how she’s able to get you all these gifts.” That was his theory anyway. “Hmm I think I can help. Tell me a bit about her and I can help you narrow it down.”
“Yeah, I really wish they wouldn’t be like that. Then this girl wouldn’t have to hide who she is and I wouldn’t have to try to figure out who she is.” Arnold nodded his head in confirmation. Lucky? I guess one could look at it like that. He wasn’t sure he saw it that way. It still felt misplaced on him. “Next time she has food delivered to me, I’ll call you and you can pretend it was for you.” He said with a laugh.
As much as that made sense, Arnold only knew of two rich kids at school. Lorenzo… and Rhonda. “So you think it could be Rhonda? She’s the only rich girl I know at school.” He fell silent for a moment pondering the possibility. “But I don’t know that she can write like this.” He opens a drawer in his desk, rifle through it and pulls out a folded up piece of paper. “Read this poem… does it sound like something Rhonda could come up with?”
pinkbcw:
Helga had worked hard on her appearance. Curling her hair to look glamorous and using money she’d taken from her parents to buy the most elegant beautiful dress. The fabric being this pink silk with ribbon detailing that complimented her bow. Not only did she want to fit in in such a fancy place but she wanted to make an impression. A good impression on the object of her affections. Tonight she had to appear outstanding. Nothing like plain old helga. She wanted to be noticed.
The girl chuckled. Nervously twirling a curl around her finger. “Yeah I did. I’ve actually been writing poetry for awhile now. This is just the first time I’ve let you read it. Pretty much the only other person I’ve let see my writing is my teacher.” She admitted folding her hands across the table. Her nails having just been manicured were painted light pink. Sparkling slightly under the lighting.
“I know it’s a little over the top and I was never confident about it. I know if the kids at school found out I wrote this kind of stuff I’d pretty much be a laughing stock but I’ve liked you for awhile now. So I figured I can’t just let this fear completely rule over me. It was now or never. So that’s why I started sending you those letters.”
The twinkle of her nails twisting in her curls captured the boys attention. Distracting him momentarily. The question of ‘why him’ popping into his mind once more. He and her teacher were the only two people she’d allowed to read that incredible poetry. Just two people. For a moment he allowed himself to feel special. And honored, of course.
“I won’t tell them about it… the kids at school.” Arnold spoke so earnestly. A promise he’d make sure to keep. He had only shared the letters with one other person, a person Arnold trusted his life with. He knew they wouldn’t say a word either. If he thought otherwise, he never would have said a word about any of this to him. But Arnold didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize…whatever this was. He wanted to keep getting the letters. He wanted to find about more about this girl. He wanted to feel as important as she thought he was.
“Why me? Why do you like me so much?” Nervous hands wringing in front of him. It was a question he’d wanted to ask, but wasn’t one he’d wanted to jump to so quickly. But the words had escaped before he’d been able to stop them. “And what were you so afraid of?”
“She’s still sending you love letters? This girl is committed. She must be pretty crazy about you. Have you tried figuring out who she is yet?” shining-stxrs (gerald)
@shining-stxrs
He shot a look at his best friend that basically screamed ‘DUH’ without saying a word. “Yes I’ve tried to figure out who she is, but it’s a lot harder than you’d think.” His eyes returning to the newest letter in his hand. Scanning over the written words on the page. “She keeps saying the kids in school— so it has to be someone at school, right? She’s worried they’ll find out and bully her.” This had basically ruled out a few of the more notorious bullies he knew at school. “And it’s not just letters anymore, the other day she had a pizza and soda delivered to me. She’s buying me dinner, Gerald.”
@rainbowxfmuses continued from here.
She wanted to come… on his errands for his grandpa? An eyebrow rose in confusion at the thought. Didn’t she have something— anything, better to do with her time? Or someone else to bug.
His eyes rolled at her reason for wanting to tag along. She had so little faith in him. He was fully capable of running a few errands and picking up a few things all by himself. Plus, he had a list.
A quick glance at the list in his hand. He was only about half-way through it. And he really didn’t feel like arguing with Helga right now. He was not about to add that to his to-do list. Shoulders shrugged in resignation.
“I don’t think I’m gonna mess anything up but if you don’t have anything better to do, I guess you can come with me.” He really wished she’d think of something better to do than follow him around.
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pinkbcw:
Helga practically swooned at the boy’s blushing. She had a feeling she would spend the whole evening just being in awe of her beloved arnold. Though luckily for her so far he seemed flattered by her adoration rather than creeped out or overwhelmed like she suspected. If anything sending those letters and gifts. Really the whole secret admirer thing was proving to her being sentimental and confessing how she truly felt didn’t mean the end of the world. She had a tiny bit of hope that perhaps in the future she could reveal her true identity.
“It is?” She asked clearly surprised. If anything with over the top romantic poems she really thought that it would’ve scared him away. Her love could be so understanding. She really had to give him the benefit of the doubt and not let her anxiety get in the way. “Oh thank you.” He liked her bow! Just like when they first met. There was a real chance here arnold could return her feelings. The girl reached forward to grasp his hand. Letting her lead them inside. Once they were seated at their table she brushed off her dress before gazing at the boy. “Okay I’m ready for your questions. Ask me anything.”
Making their way through the restaurant, Arnold immediately felt out of place. Sure, he’d wanted to make a good impression but it was at his own expense. The girl at his side, currently holding his hand, appeared to fit right in. Everything about her from her fancy hair and elegant dress to the way she expressed herself through her letters. She was utterly impressive.
Dread began setting in. Again his thoughts focused on how just Arnold he was. There wasn’t anything special about him. He wasn’t elegant or classy or impressive. He didn’t write like a poet or lyricist. What if he didn’t live up to what this incredibly emotional and eloquent girl thought he was? He felt like a total imposter.
He forced a small smile as the girl across the table gazed at him. Anxious nerves bubbling in his stomach. The questions he had all jumbled together in his mind. There was so much he wanted to know about her. And about why he was the object of her affections. But first things first— “Did you really write all those things? Like, all of them? By yourself?”
Have you figured out who your secret admirer is yet?
“It’s really hard to figure out who it is when they sign every note, letter, and card ‘anonymous’.”
A pizza along with a soda is delivered to him. A note from his secret admirer taped to the pizza box. (pinkbcw)
@pinkbcw
A ring of the bell alerted Arnold to the front door. Upon opening it, the boy was met by a pizza box, soda, and a note sitting on the wall of the steps. He bounded out the boarding house door and down the stairs. Eyes scanning the sidewalk for who could have delivered the meal. Nothing seemed suspicious or out of the ordinary to him. Slightly defeated, Arnold headed back up the steps and grabbed the note from the top of the box. A smile appearing as he read. After tucking the note into his pocket, he took the box and soda from where they sat and headed back inside. “It was nothing, Grandpa. Probably someone just trying to mess with us. Ding-dong ditch or something.” He called out as he shut the door behind him.
pinkbcw:
“Well it’s not like I meant to say it! It just slipped out.” Maybe it was her subconscious telling her that’s what she really wanted. To be his girlfriend. The embarrassment and nervousness she was feeling was practically unbearable at this point. Harold making jabs at her the background clearly wasn’t helping. “Whatever!” She exclaimed before grabbing arnold’s hand. “You like me and I like you! So you’re just gonna have to deal with me being your girlfriend.” Her way of admitting that’s what she wanted. “Now let’s get out of here. Harold’s really pissing me off and it’s making me wanna punch his face in. I don’t wanna get dentention. Again.”
Initially Arnold felt like a brick had dropped into his stomach. it crushed him hearing her say she hadn’t meant to call him her boyfriend. It meant that maybe she didn’t like him after all. It was then he realized the brick he’d felt was his heart. He really wished Harold would shut up so he could hear himself think. Then once again, Arnold wasn’t sure he’d heard what he thought he heard. But his hand was in hers, it must have been real. She just said she liked him! He couldn’t contain the smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, he’s kinda making me wanna punch him in the face too.” Arnold laughed, squeezing her hand. “And what you said about dealing with you being my girlfriend— I think I can deal with that.”
pinkbcw:
It really was her nerves just getting to her. Helga knew in her heart and soul that her beloved football head wouldn’t have stood her up. Even if he didn’t wanna go on this date he would’ve told her. He was that damn considerate. Not to mention he had been the one to ask her out. Oh it filled her with so much joy when he did. She held the letter he went close to her heart. It was actually placed now under her pillow because his words meant that much to her.
“Oh I would never do that to you arnold. I like you far too much to do something like that.” Lies when it came to the helga in his life but she was a different girl now. She had been showing him a different side of her in her letters. Confessing her deepest feelings. How much she adored and cared for him. As his secret admirer she’d show him nothing but love and kindess. Everything she wanted to show him as her true self but couldn’t just yet.
“I’m surprised you liked me enough to meet me. I know my letters got a little intense.” She stated with a nervous chuckle. Running her fingers through her curled hair in unease. “I guess I just held everything in for so long that I kinda ended up puking out all my feelings at once. Sorry if it was a lot.” Her nervousness was cut once she looked him over. “You look really handsome by the way.”
A warm flush flooded his cheeks. Half flattered, half embarrassed. He couldn’t understand what this girl saw in him. Why she’d like him as much as she claimed she did. So intensely. What about him would make anyone go through the trouble of sending him anonymous letters. Not just letters and notes but gifts too. On special occasions and holidays and even just random Tuesdays. For someone they didn’t even know. His own parents didn’t love him enough to even stay with him. He wasn’t special. He didn’t deserve that kind of attention. He was just… Arnold.
“Yeah, well that was kinda one of the reasons I wanted to meet you.” There were so many questions Arnold needed answered. The kinds of questions you could only guarantee weren’t being answered with lies by watching the way the person answering reacted. It was much too easy for someone to lie on paper. It would be harder with the two of them sitting face to face. The heat in his face intensified as he shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize. I wouldn’t be here if it had been too much. I do have some questions for you though. Once we sit at a table... and everything.” He grimaced gently. He wasn’t used to all this fancy-smancy stuff. Nervous damp palms wiped at his sides. His face turning redder. “Thanks. You, you look… I really like your bow.”
"Dear arnold, I have been wanting to admit my feelings for you for some time now. I'm sorry I can't reveal who I am yet. I'm just too scared. Of what our classmates would think and what you would think of me. But I want you to know I've admired you for a long time. You're the most kind compassionate soul I've come across. I really like you. Like you like you. To me you're everything good. Happy valentine's day my beloved. Sincerely yours your secret admirer." pinkbcw
@pinkbcw
Arnold read the mysterious valentine. Then read it again. Was someone playing a joke on him? Maybe Sid. Or Stinky. It could have even been Rhonda. She was known to be cruel on occasion. But would she be this cruel to him? Maybe it wasn’t a joke. But it could have still been Rhonda. Or even Lila. He glanced around, looking to see if anyone had been watching him. No one seemed to be paying any attention to him, let alone extra attention. Thoroughly confused, he folded up the valentine and stuffed it into his pocket. For safe keeping until he could investigate further.
@shcrtman
The only way helga felt comfortable ever admitting her deep feelings for the boy was through anonymous love letters. Him not knowing her identity was the whole point. It was the only way she could be truly sentimental without immediately taking it back. Eventually he was writing her back. Wanting to know her. That’s how she ended up in this while mess. When he asked her on a date she’d been so excited.
Swooning at the romance of it all that she almost forgot about the secret part of her identity. So she dressed up. Styling her hair in a way that hid her unibrow. Though her date outfit was still pink and she still wore a bow in her hair. Her look was much softer. Hopefully this way he wouldn’t recognize her as the girl who was always so cruel to him. They’d planned to meet at this fancy italian place. She was waiting anxiously for what felt like forever before she finally spotted him. God her beloved football head really knew how to clean up. “Arnold! I didn’t think you’d show up.”
He thought it had to have been some kind of joke. These sappy love letters. One afternoon his grandpa handed it to him. Said it had come in with the rest of the mail— the only difference was there was no stamp and no return address. Immediately he grew suspicious. It had to have been the kids at school. They were always doing dumb stuff for a laugh, perhaps it was just Arnold’s turn to be the target. When the letters kept coming Arnold realized there was no way they could have been coming from the kids at school. They weren’t that eloquent. So he’d decided to write back. He wanted to know who this mystery person was. His curiosity eventually got the best of him. He’d asked if the author would go on a date with him. Deciding on a fancy Italian restaurant for their first meeting. If this person was as great as their letters made them sound, Arnold had wanted to make sure to impress them. Dressed in a nice shirt and tie, he headed downtown. Arriving at the restaurant, he almost had a minor panic attack realizing he had no idea who he was waiting for. How would they find him? Panic not lasting long as he heard his name being called. Butterflies began swarming as the author of the letters approached him. He gave the girl a once-over. He didn’t recognize her from anywhere but she was wearing one of his favorite colors— pink. Head to toe. “Of course I’d show up, I really wanted to meet you. I’m really glad you showed up too. I mean, I was still a little worried this was all just a prank on me. I was kind of expecting to see one of my classmates when I showed up.” And the rest of them not far, to laugh at the whole thing.
"Oh, hello Arnold! Are you ready for the math test today?" (wheel-of-muse~Phoebe)
@wheelofmuses
“Hey, Phoebe.” Arnold greeted his friend with a smile. Normally when asked about an upcoming test he wouldn’t have been in such a good mood. What kid would be? But having spent the entire previous evening preparing, he actually felt ready for this one. “Yeah, I think I am. I did like two hours of practice problems last night. What about you— are you ready?” It was kind of a ridiculous question, he knew that. In all the years he’d known Phoebe, he’d never known he to be unprepared for a test.
pinkbcw:
“Woah.” She said out loud without really meaning to. She was just blown away with everything he had to say about her. Usually if someone was describing her they never said anything nice. It was always how she was mean and nasty. No one had even pointed out her good qualities. What she was really good at. “You really think all that?” She asked. Her tone hopeful and a bright smile that could light up a room plastered on her face. Quite a rare sight to be seen with helga. “I mean you’re right. I may not be book smart I’m plenty street smart. Plus I’m great at all sorts of sports. Especially baseball and football. I have great aim. But you know it’s really nice that you’ve noticed all that about me. Not many people have you know?” She said playing with her hair. Staring longingly at the boy for what felt like a solid minute.
Maybe this wasn’t so bad. She was actually having a good time. Being paid attention to and appreciated for what felt like the first time in forever. It was nice. Really nice. She could definitely get used to this. It was only then that she noticed they hadn’t eaten yet. “Um arnold we should probably order our ice cream now don’t you think?”
It took him a moment to realize she’d said something to him. He may have been distracted— he was definitely distracted by the smile on her face. He’d never seen her smile like that before. He nodded his head in response finally. She was all of those things he’d just said she was, but she was also really pretty. Especially when she smiled like that. “If other people don’t notice those things about you, they’re missing out.”
“Oh, right.” Duh, the ice cream. He’d totally forgotten what they were even there for. He really was distracted. But he was also really enjoying just getting to talk to Helga. Away from their classmates. He was getting to know her and getting to see there was so much more to her. It was nice. Adding the ice cream would make it even nicer. Arnold flagged a waiter over and ordered their ice cream sundae with two spoons. Within minutes a big chocolatey sundae with two spoons was dropped off at their table.
@shcrtman II x
At the accusation her face immediately flushed pink. But helga wasn’t gonna let herself get embarrassed and laughed at in front of her peers. So she scoffed to save face. Not wanting to appear vulnerable. “So what if I did? I thought you liked me shortman. Do you not want me to be your girlfriend?”
“No, that’s not—” The trace of a frown took over his expression as he noticed the flush on her cheeks. The shift in her attitude toward him making his heart drop. His own words registered in his mind making him realize he’d better quickly elaborate before he made this worse. “I mean, that’s not what I… I do like you. And I do want you to be my girlfriend. You just said it out loud— in front of Harold— and I wasn’t expecting you to do anything like that.”
