#hey arnold! fanfiction

[betaruga]

punk tulle [feat. helga pataki]

[glossyblue]

Unstoppable Connection

𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗒𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾: 𝗁𝗂𝗂𝗂𝗂𝗂 , trent🫠💭 Comments are respectful and helpfu𝗅🤝🏻❤️‍🩹

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎...

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗅𝖽 × 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

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The metallic tang of burnt rubber lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the screeching halt that had upended your life. You stared out the window of Trent's Range Rover, the familiar sight of Melwood, Liverpool's training ground, now a painful reminder of what you couldn't do. "Penny for your thoughts?" Trent's voice, usually laced with playful Scouse, was soft, cautious. He'd been your rock since the accident, his usual cheeky grin replaced with a quiet strength that both comforted and frustrated you. You forced a smile, hating the concern etched on his handsome features. "Just thinking how weird it is to see Melwood from this side of the fence." He chuckled, the sound a little forced, but you appreciated the effort. "Missing your daily dose of bossing me around on the pitch?"You scoffed, but a genuine smile tugged at your lips. Meeting Trent on the pitch had been a happy accident. He'd been drawn to your fiery spirit, your refusal to back down, even against a Premier League star. And you? You'd fallen for his talent, his dedication, and the surprisingly goofy humor he hid beneath his superstar persona. "Don't worry, Alexander-Arnold," you shot back, your voice regaining some of its usual bite. "I'll be back to my winning streak soon enough. You just focus on not getting complacent without me there to keep you on your toes."

He reached over, his hand finding yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin. "Listen," he began, his voice serious, "I know this is beyond frustrating. Believe me, seeing you stuck at home while I'm out there… it's killing me."You squeezed his hand, his touch a lifeline in the sea of frustration threatening to drown you. "I know, Trent. It's just… everything feels so damn impossible right now. Walking, showering, even just reaching for the remote feels like climbing Mount Everest." He pulled into his usual parking spot, but didn't let go of your hand. "Hey, we'll tackle this together, yeah? One physio session, one step, one ridiculously bad joke at a time." He flashed you a goofy grin, and you couldn't help but laugh.

The next few months were a blur of hospital visits, physiotherapy sessions that left you feeling more like a rusty robot than a human, and endless days spent confined within the four walls of your shared flat. Your usual boundless energy was replaced by a gnawing frustration that often morphed into anger, leaving you feeling like a pressure cooker about to explode. One evening, after a particularly brutal physio session, the dam broke. You collapsed onto the sofa, tears streaming down your face. "I'm never going to be the same, Trent," you sobbed, the words ripped from the depths of your despair. "I'll never play again, never run, never…" He was instantly by your side, pulling you into his arms, his embrace a haven of warmth and strength. "Don't you dare finish that sentence," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You're strong, you're stubborn, and you're twice the fighter I am on my best day. This is a setback, love, a bloody annoying one, but we'll get through it. We'll smash those physio sessions, we'll laugh at my terrible jokes, and when you're back on your feet, stronger than ever, we'll celebrate. We'll go to Santorini, just like we talked about. Sun, sea, and maybe a cheeky kickabout on the beach, yeah?" His words, filled with such unwavering belief, such love, sparked a flicker of hope in the darkness. You clung to him, drawing strength from his embrace. He was right. This wasn't the end. It was just the beginning of a long, arduous journey back to yourself. And with Trent by your side, his hand in yours, you knew you could face anything.

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[klutzymaiden123]

I just wrote such a great confession scene, I’m so mad at how far away it is.

[airasora]

Guys. I have been immortalized in an Alex Meyers video. At 04:15, he makes a joke that Tara stays at home all day reading very inappropriate Hey Arnold fanfics and then he shows a screenshot of the first three paragraphs of a Hey Arnold fanfic...

It's mine. That's the beginning of my "The Perks of Being Roommates" Hey Arnold fanfic. And yes, it's very inappropriate, it's heavy smut with little to no plot 🙈

I've been scream-laughing at this for 10 minutes. I cannot believe Alex has, somehow, ever come across one of my old Hey Arnold fanfics and was so traumatized by it, he put it in a video of his... This is one of the funniest things I have EVER experienced XD

[a-vile-strumpet]

Some art I made for the fanfic Put the Heat On by Darnold!

You can read the fic here.

[reinamycloud]

Fic: The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Kissing by Reinamy (6.9K)

Fandom: Hey Arnold! 

Pairing: Helga/Arnold 

Rating: Teen for language 

Note: Written for @shortakiweek 2023′s prompt “time after time.”

Summary: Five times Arnold fails to kiss Helga and the one time he succeeds. Well...sort of.

[sleepypulgx]

watching hey arnold! analysis r.i.p helga you would have loved fanfiction.

[t-h-1]

Finally had the time to finish these sketches! These were based on the fanfic “Truth cast in the fresnel lens” made by @darnold-longkid . The writing is just magnificent and I am in awe how every paragraph feels like a newly written poem. Definitely my favourite HA! fanfiction, probably of all time. I can only recommend this read.

[mooni17]

Final episode!!

Is it now or never… Arnold, Helga, Gerald and their partners finally know what's really happening with Phoebe… the problem…the time to save her is almost ending… Would be able to save her and stop the strange force behind them?

ENGLISH:

Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14258305/3/Welcome-to-the-Camp-of-the-brave-Lynxes

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1379956560-welcome-to-the-camp-of-the-brave-lynxes-3-the-lady

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48737875/chapters/125891179

¡último capítulo!

Es ahora o nunca... Arnold, Helga, Gerald y sus compañeros por fin saben lo que está pasando realmente con Phoebe... el problema... el tiempo para salvarla se está acabando... ¿Serán capaces de salvarla y detener a la extraña fuerza que hay detrás de ellos?

Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14258308/3/Bienvenidos-al-campamento-de-los-valientes-linces

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1379958143-%C2%A1bienvenidos-al-campamento-de-los-valientes-linces

[lachesis-ism]

Just uploaded all of Keeping Arnold to AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7331095

Please give it some traffic. I am writing the next chapter as we speak.

[mmollymercury]

I miss the hey arnold fandom 😭😭😭😭

[kittyspring-creates]

The best comment ive ever gotten

Ive been having issues with my latest fic of people complaining it doesnt have 100℅ canon facts in it, the characters seem to make bad choices or let their fear take over a situation or that some characters seem to strong. This hey arnold fic is being picked apart for the story rather then the grammer and spellong which as a rough draft is sub par. So i made an announcment for people to dial it back or stop as its fanfic and there for not actually canon. And this person reaponded with the best comment 😍

[klutzymaiden123]

Writing a Magical Girl AU of Hey Arnold! and currently obsessed with how Arnold unknowingly wants to chase both sides of Helga.

The door that he had unknowingly began watching, suddenly was thrown open and a familiar girl marched out. Arnold recognised her dirty blonde hair immediately; the way she swung her fists and her face had set itself into its signature frown.

He hadn’t even noticed that he had begun staring at the Pataki house. Micah lived close to Arnold, so it was only required that he walk down the block.

Arnold narrowed his eyes when Helga held the door open and a small body followed her from the gap.

It was . . . was that a cat? He stopped. When had Helga gotten a cat? As far as he knew, she hated cats. And—he blinked—did it have purple eyes? Was that even possible?

He was brought from his internal questioning when Helga slammed the door shut in a huff. Arnold figured that she was, once again, in one of her moods, no doubt from another argument with her dad. But . . . something about her appearance was off. He didn’t know what it was . . . he scanned her form—she was no longer wearing her school uniform. She had adorned her usual baggy jeans and worn hoodie. That wasn’t out of the usual, Helga preferred to wear clothes that kept her from being noticed. His eyes jumped to her face and he then realised why she seemed so different—Helga wasn’t angry. She was serious.

Her complexion was smooth and steady like glass. She had her jaw clenched, lips pressed into a line. She looked at her cat, who he swore he could see nodding, before she pulled her hood over her face. Her eyes moved upwards and for a moment, Arnold’s heart jumped into his throat as he thought she caught him looking. Her eyes had always had that electric look, the type that either zapped you in their zest, or pulled you along for the ride. But then, Helga dropped her gaze, her stare melting into a ghostly wisp, before she and the cat dashed down the street, rounding the corner out of his sight. 

He sighed in slight relief. She hadn’t noticed his staring. Her eyes had barely seemed to even register that there was a window across from her, let alone that that someone could be watching her from it. She seemed much too tired for the thought to even occur to her.

But then, he frowned. Why had she seemed so tired?

Not that it was his business, but something about Helga seemed . . . off. Different. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it seemed like Helga from last week and Helga today were two totally different people. When Arnold had knocked her over today, he had expected her to jump up with smoke pouring from her ears. He expected for her face to be red, for her to threaten to hit him, maybe even spit on him.

But she hadn’t.

Instead, she had looked at him—somehow, it seeming like she wasn’t actually seeing him—and apologised. Her, Helga Pataki, had apologised to him.

Even Gerald had thought it strange. In fact, his best friend was convinced that that wasn’t even Helga, but actually, an alien in disguise who had disposed of the real Helga Pataki but hadn’t been smart enough to study up on her character.

‘Helga Pataki—that girl never apologises,’ Gerald had stated as he stuffed chips into his mouth. ‘She probably doesn’t even know what an apology is! It’s totally an alien, I tell you! An alien that wants to eat our brains then take us over! And it’s starting by disguising itself as Pataki, although why they would wanna pretend to be her, I do not understand.’

Arnold frowned, thinking on it.

He hadn’t liked how Gerald had talked about her. He knew Helga could be rough, but she wasn’t bad. And even if she were, she had never been as bad as Gerald often described her. How their grade would describe her. He knew that technically, Helga had never been his friend, but he remembered those times from their childhood, when she would reveal to him that side to her. The side that wasn’t what everyone thought of her, what she thought of herself. The side that dreamed, the side that was gentle. The side of her that loved, loved so ferociously that she would race to the ends of the earth to protect. The side of her that cared so much that she had to pretend that she didn’t and had learned to keep her cards tight to her chest.

That side. The side that Arnold—truthfully—still thought about.

He wanted to brush off Gerald’s theories, but given what had transpired, Arnold was embarrassed to admit that perhaps there was some truth to his best friend’s words. Because apparently, monsters and girls with superpowers existed. Were aliens even that far–fetched anymore?

Arnold couldn’t get that look out from his head.

The one that she had given him on the bus. It had been so chilling. For as long as he had known Helga, she always had this intensity. It burned from her gaze like a force. She had begun dressing as she did, so she could sink back into the crowd. But Helga Pataki had always had an edge to her and regardless of what she wore, Arnold thought she would always stand out from the crowd. She couldn’t help herself. And that was something he had always admired about her.

That’s why the look that she had given him, it scared him. Her gaze lacked their usual intensity. They no longer were burning with her passion, that inner light that she had kept trapped behind glass. When her eyes had moved to his, it felt like her mind was elsewhere and she wasn’t really seeing him, even as she apologised.

It had made him curious and throughout the day, he couldn’t stop peeking in her direction. He wasn’t sure what he was specifically looking for, other than some understanding. Something that maybe he would find that would make everything click. But she had remained like that for the remainder of the day—lifeless. Empty. She had gotten in trouble for wearing pants rather than the mandatory skirt, but even that didn’t seem to get a reaction out of her. She had that blank look as she had simply muttered, “Must’ve forgot.”

Even Lila had seemed curious about it. She had shot him a look from where they were all sat at the back of the class.

Come to think of it, why had she worn pants today? Helga didn’t much care for rules, but she also didn’t like calling attention to herself. Surely, she’d know that if she disobeyed the rules like that, then attention was exactly what she would receive.

Arnold watched that corner. She had long disappeared, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. He almost wanted to follow her. He had watched as Lila had been brave enough to approach her, even chasing after her when she had walked away. He had remained behind, because as curious as he had become about her, he also knew that she was adamant about her boundaries. That she had created a small space for herself and she didn’t want people walking into it. She hadn’t said anything to him this morning, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t eventually break from her silence to yell at him if he crossed those boundaries. Although, he pondered whether it would be worth it, because at least then she would be feeling something rather than nothing.

He wanted to follow her, but he didn’t. Because they weren’t friends—nor had they ever been. Arnold liked Helga and didn’t mind the thought of pursuing a friendship with her, but given what had happened years ago, he doubted she would ever be interested in starting anything with him. So, as his not–friend, it really wasn’t his business what Helga did. He didn’t—and shouldn’t—care.

So, why did he?

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But Blue Jay . . .

Arnold wasn’t sure why he hung back like he had. It was obvious that she wasn’t going to turn up. She had disappeared and so should he. But something twisted in his chest when he thought about that. Because what if she came back? He wanted to see her again. She was a colour he had never experienced before. A sound he wanted to keep hearing. She had a tall and electrifying presence that stung the air and everything around him. She was beautiful and dazzling and . . .

And her eyes . . .

He couldn’t shake them from his mind. They had been carved into his head, something he could wash away from his memories. When she looked at you, it felt like shooting stars had you pinned to the spot. Electricity shot through you, but it didn’t hurt. It excited you. It excited him.

They stirred something in him. He didn’t know what. He wanted to chase after her to find out what.

He knew that he wasn’t different from anyone else. Everyone stared at her in awe. Of course they did, she was magnificent. Her presence enticed enchantment and beckoned everyone towards her. He couldn’t get that image out of his head when she had been walking towards them. It had felt like a scene from a movie that had been caught in slow motion. Light had rolled down her back and fanned out beneath her neck and shoulders like she was an angel. The wind had whipped her hair around her face, making it dance beneath her chin and over her chest. Her hair was a cascade of golden curls but when the light caught it, her strands were turned into gilded ringlets. She had looked like a goddess.

But then, she had looked at him and he felt like he had been struck with lightning.

Because her eyes—they were beautiful, but . . . there was something about them. Something that made him feel like he was taking part in a scene he had already experienced. That her presence, as beautiful and hazy as it made things, it wasn’t as foreign to him as it had felt before.

But why? What was making him feel like this?

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If you're a Sailor Moon, Buffy, Winx Club, Miraculous Ladybug, Wonder Woman girlie, or just a Shortaki fanatic, this is for y'all (because I am literally all of you)!

To read it, check it out here!

[cardboardflamingos]

Gonna be honest the only fan fiction I've ever felt genuinely invested in was about Hey Arnold

[enbydemirainbowbigfoot]

Nightmares and Rooftops

[reinamycloud]

Title/Author: A Long Kiss Goodnight by Reinamy (WIP)

Series: Hey Arnold!

Pairing: Helga/Arnold (Shortaki)

Rating: T+ 

Summary: Arnold doesn't expect to die at the age of thirteen.