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Full disclosure idk how many of the kiss prompts ill have time for bc I unfortunately have Real Life Stuff to attend to (boooooooooooo), but I am very much wanting to write as much as I can and already know which one I’m doing next!!!! Thank you for everyone who’s sent asks and feel free to keep them coming, I’ll do as many as I can😁.

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THANK YOU @dont-sneeze THIS MADE ME SOSOSOSOSOSO HAPPY🥺😭😭😭

let the record show I’ve known Buford is queer as early as 2021.

if u don’t believe me, I have proof:

i rest my case 😔💙

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I love phineas and ferb you guys

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phinabella with prompt 25?

25. “…..as a yes.”

(there’s a reference to season 5 in here, fyi!)

AO3

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Isabella watched her footing as she ventured into the dimly lit gymnasium, cautiously dancing over bits of broken glass and charred confetti butterflies.

Phineas sat in the epicenter of the calamity, the eye in a hurricane of an invention gone haywire, a few limp flowers clutched in his hands.

“Phineas?” she whispered.

He glanced up as she approached, heart catching in his throat because oh.

“….your hair.”

“My hair?”

Isabella’s hands rose to gingerly cup the curls framing her face.

“It looks different, huh?”

“It looks beautiful,” Phineas uttered.

Isabella’s eyes widened, face flushing pink at the unexpected compliment.

“You’re beautiful,” Phineas continued, “you’re so beautiful and I’m so……”

He gestured around himself.

“….so…..busted.”

It had been foolish. To agree to set up for the school dance last minute when their class sponsor caught a cold bad enough that even a teacher couldn’t be expected to suck it up and push through it. To insist on working totally alone so Ferb and the rest of their friends could go to dinner with their dates (or “stag” as Buford and Baljeet put it, they “totally weren’t going together-together” but Phineas didn’t buy that) before arriving. To completely change the theme in an attempt to impress a certain neighbor of his.

He’d thought that maybe. Just maybe. He’d create the perfect dance for her: a butterfly garden, complete with flowers and twinkling rainbow lights and red velvet desserts as far as the eye could see. And then Isabella would arrive and understand, innately, that he’d done it all for her and she’d feel so special and so seen and maybe possibly start seeing him in a more-than-platonic light!!! And then……

And then nothing.

Because Phineas could’ve quit while he was ahead. The gym had been gorgeous, perfectly beautiful but perfectly ordinary. He’d HAD to try and reverse engineer the birthday surprise he built Isabella years ago, to figure out how it summoned butterflies. But instead of butterflies, something went very wrong with the laser light show.

And this was the result.

A battered gymnasium. Broken DJ equipment. Splintered fairy lights. Inedible desserts.

There would be no dance. No chance to sweep Isabella off her feet. No jovial evening shared with friends.

They’d all be so disappointed in him. And he’d likely be in a heap of trouble (though, was the school not partially to blame for this, since he’d been working unsupervised?)

“You’re here early,” Phineas mused as Isabella knelt beside him. “Dance isn’t supposed to start for another hour and a half.”

Emphasis on “supposed” to. Phineas doubted anyone could dance over broken glass.

“Ferb told me you were here all by yourself.”

Maybe Isabella had given up on Phineas liking her romantically, but she hadn’t been able to bear the thought of him setting up an entire dance all alone. She knew firsthand how arduous this sort of thing was, what with all her extra-curriculars, and she loved helping others, especially Phineas, so…

“I came to see if you needed help. Like old times, you know? …and that offer still stands.”

Her words made Phineas’s chest ache with longing because of course she came to help him. Of course she was here, knelt beside him on the dirty floor, sparkling mauve dress and golden wedges and glittering eyeshadow and all.

How did he get so lucky to have a friend like her?

Isabella took a moment to survey the damage.

“I bet we could get this cleaned up in an hour. If we hustle!! We’ve accomplished harder things in an hour. I’ll sweep up the glass, and you can repair the sound booth, and then we’ll tackle the food. But….”

She’d been expecting to enter the gym and be awash with gaudy Eiffel Towers and stacks of Parisian pastries and curly cues and garish pink lights.

“I’m a bit confused, wasn’t the theme supposed to be ‘A Night in Paris’? I saw the decorations Ms. Chesterfield prepared, but everything in here looks like it was brand new.”

“Well, I overheard you say you hated the theme to Holly…..” Phineas replied sheepishly. “I just wanted you to have a nice time.”

Isabella froze, heart catching in her chest as the full implications of Phineas’s words dawned on her.

“….you did this…for me?”

“I mean of course it was for our friends and classmates too! A Night in Paris is a pretty generic theme—no offense to Ms. Chesterfield of course she was working with what she had on a limited budget!!—but. Uh. Well. I guess if it wasn’t for you I….wouldn’t have minded the Paris stuff so much. That was a fun day, when we went to Paris.”

He hung his head and mumbled, “And I should’ve just stuck with Paris, this is what I get for rushing and not thinking clearly.”

“So,” Isabella said, long dormant butterflies slowly stirring in her stomach, “…you did all this to impress me?”

“Well, yes and no? I just wanted you to feel special, I wanted to make you happy, and okay maybe a selfish little part of me hoped you’d be impressed and realize that I—uh….that I…….ugh…….”

Now this truly was a calamity.

“….Phineas…”

Isabella gazed at the boy who’d captured her heart so long ago, daring to consider a possibility that, actually, didn’t seem all that far fetched if she really thought about the last few years.

(I mean he’d showed up to all of her soccer games with a different personalized jersey with her number on it. And organized a massive bake sale to help the debate team when they lost funding. And the first thing he did upon seeing her tonight was call her beautiful. She almost felt silly for not putting it together sooner.)

“Do you….like me? Is that what this is about?”

Phineas felt his entire body flinch, nervous system on red alert, anxiety spiking and sending his heart rate skyrocketing.

This was not happening this could not be happening this could not be how Isabella realized his feelings for her.

“Because, you know….”

Isabella slid her hand across the scratched tile until it met his, gingerly resting her fingers atop his knuckles.

“I never needed big inventions to be impressed by you. Well. Except for that one time, with the pogo stick? To be fair, i was mostly just confused that day rather than needing to be impressed, a plain pogo stick just didn’t seem like you at all. But WOW I should’ve trusted you, that was an awesome day!!!!!!!!!”

She gently touched his shoulder, and Phineas slowly lifted his head to meet her gaze.

“I love your inventions, Phineas. I love them because they’re yours. I think you’re a genius, but what really impresses me is how you use all that knowledge to make others happy.”

She lifted her hand to his face, running her thumb over the freckles dotting his cheek.

“And you really are handsome, you know.”

Phineas could barely breathe, between Isabella’s compliments and close proximity and her hand was so soft and she was still holding his face oh God.

“….Isabella?” he managed to squeak

“Do….do you….like me?”

Isabella just smiled, sliding her hand to grasp the back of Phineas’s head as she leaned in close.

Close enough to count his freckles.

Close enough to meet his nose with her own.

Close enough to…

To…

They stayed suspended for a moment, taut between friendship and something new and far more fragile.

But when Phineas reached out to cup Isabella’s face, reverently brushing a few curls behind her ear, well.

That was all the confirmation she needed.

Phineas had more or less figured out where this was headed and yet, when Isabella kissed him, he couldn’t help but gasp, which made her laugh, which made him laugh.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!” he giggled, shifting closer to her. “Can we try that again?”

Isabella gave him a playful smirk as she wrapped her arms around his neck and wove her fingers through his hair.

“Phineas, I thought you’d never ask.”

….

And then they cleaned up the gym and the dance was fine and all their friends had fun, hooray!!!!!

Thank you for the request!!!! I will be posting this on ao3 as well and will link to it here😁

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see I kinda doubted this would actually happen but nope! here I am! Full of phinbella joy!!!!!

I cannot wait to experience highs of joy I have not felt since i was 15 when we get NEW PHINBELLA CONTENT

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svtfoe i missed you so much

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phinabella with prompt 25?

25. “…..as a yes.”

(there’s a reference to season 5 in here, fyi!)

AO3

…

Isabella watched her footing as she ventured into the dimly lit gymnasium, cautiously dancing over bits of broken glass and charred confetti butterflies.

Phineas sat in the epicenter of the calamity, the eye in a hurricane of an invention gone haywire, a few limp flowers clutched in his hands.

“Phineas?” she whispered.

He glanced up as she approached, heart catching in his throat because oh.

“….your hair.”

“My hair?”

Isabella’s hands rose to gingerly cup the curls framing her face.

“It looks different, huh?”

“It looks beautiful,” Phineas uttered.

Isabella’s eyes widened, face flushing pink at the unexpected compliment.

“You’re beautiful,” Phineas continued, “you’re so beautiful and I’m so……”

He gestured around himself.

“….so…..busted.”

It had been foolish. To agree to set up for the school dance last minute when their class sponsor caught a cold bad enough that even a teacher couldn’t be expected to suck it up and push through it. To insist on working totally alone so Ferb and the rest of their friends could go to dinner with their dates (or “stag” as Buford and Baljeet put it, they “totally weren’t going together-together” but Phineas didn’t buy that) before arriving. To completely change the theme in an attempt to impress a certain neighbor of his.

He’d thought that maybe. Just maybe. He’d create the perfect dance for her: a butterfly garden, complete with flowers and twinkling rainbow lights and red velvet desserts as far as the eye could see. And then Isabella would arrive and understand, innately, that he’d done it all for her and she’d feel so special and so seen and maybe possibly start seeing him in a more-than-platonic light!!! And then……

And then nothing.

Because Phineas could’ve quit while he was ahead. The gym had been gorgeous, perfectly beautiful but perfectly ordinary. He’d HAD to try and reverse engineer the birthday surprise he built Isabella years ago, to figure out how it summoned butterflies. But instead of butterflies, something went very wrong with the laser light show.

And this was the result.

A battered gymnasium. Broken DJ equipment. Splintered fairy lights. Inedible desserts.

There would be no dance. No chance to sweep Isabella off her feet. No jovial evening shared with friends.

They’d all be so disappointed in him. And he’d likely be in a heap of trouble (though, was the school not partially to blame for this, since he’d been working unsupervised?)

“You’re here early,” Phineas mused as Isabella knelt beside him. “Dance isn’t supposed to start for another hour and a half.”

Emphasis on “supposed” to. Phineas doubted anyone could dance over broken glass.

“Ferb told me you were here all by yourself.”

Maybe Isabella had given up on Phineas liking her romantically, but she hadn’t been able to bear the thought of him setting up an entire dance all alone. She knew firsthand how arduous this sort of thing was, what with all her extra-curriculars, and she loved helping others, especially Phineas, so…

“I came to see if you needed help. Like old times, you know? …and that offer still stands.”

Her words made Phineas’s chest ache with longing because of course she came to help him. Of course she was here, knelt beside him on the dirty floor, sparkling mauve dress and golden wedges and glittering eyeshadow and all.

How did he get so lucky to have a friend like her?

Isabella took a moment to survey the damage.

“I bet we could get this cleaned up in an hour. If we hustle!! We’ve accomplished harder things in an hour. I’ll sweep up the glass, and you can repair the sound booth, and then we’ll tackle the food. But….”

She’d been expecting to enter the gym and be awash with gaudy Eiffel Towers and stacks of Parisian pastries and curly cues and garish pink lights.

“I’m a bit confused, wasn’t the theme supposed to be ‘A Night in Paris’? I saw the decorations Ms. Chesterfield prepared, but everything in here looks like it was brand new.”

“Well, I overheard you say you hated the theme to Holly…..” Phineas replied sheepishly. “I just wanted you to have a nice time.”

Isabella froze, heart catching in her chest as the full implications of Phineas’s words dawned on her.

“….you did this…for me?”

“I mean of course it was for our friends and classmates too! A Night in Paris is a pretty generic theme—no offense to Ms. Chesterfield of course she was working with what she had on a limited budget!!—but. Uh. Well. I guess if it wasn’t for you I….wouldn’t have minded the Paris stuff so much. That was a fun day, when we went to Paris.”

He hung his head and mumbled, “And I should’ve just stuck with Paris, this is what I get for rushing and not thinking clearly.”

“So,” Isabella said, long dormant butterflies slowly stirring in her stomach, “…you did all this to impress me?”

“Well, yes and no? I just wanted you to feel special, I wanted to make you happy, and okay maybe a selfish little part of me hoped you’d be impressed and realize that I—uh….that I…….ugh…….”

Now this truly was a calamity.

“….Phineas…”

Isabella gazed at the boy who’d captured her heart so long ago, daring to consider a possibility that, actually, didn’t seem all that far fetched if she really thought about the last few years.

(I mean he’d showed up to all of her soccer games with a different personalized jersey with her number on it. And organized a massive bake sale to help the debate team when they lost funding. And the first thing he did upon seeing her tonight was call her beautiful. She almost felt silly for not putting it together sooner.)

“Do you….like me? Is that what this is about?”

Phineas felt his entire body flinch, nervous system on red alert, anxiety spiking and sending his heart rate skyrocketing.

This was not happening this could not be happening this could not be how Isabella realized his feelings for her.

“Because, you know….”

Isabella slid her hand across the scratched tile until it met his, gingerly resting her fingers atop his knuckles.

“I never needed big inventions to be impressed by you. Well. Except for that one time, with the pogo stick? To be fair, i was mostly just confused that day rather than needing to be impressed, a plain pogo stick just didn’t seem like you at all. But WOW I should’ve trusted you, that was an awesome day!!!!!!!!!”

She gently touched his shoulder, and Phineas slowly lifted his head to meet her gaze.

“I love your inventions, Phineas. I love them because they’re yours. I think you’re a genius, but what really impresses me is how you use all that knowledge to make others happy.”

She lifted her hand to his face, running her thumb over the freckles dotting his cheek.

“And you really are handsome, you know.”

Phineas could barely breathe, between Isabella’s compliments and close proximity and her hand was so soft and she was still holding his face oh God.

“….Isabella?” he managed to squeak

“Do….do you….like me?”

Isabella just smiled, sliding her hand to grasp the back of Phineas’s head as she leaned in close.

Close enough to count his freckles.

Close enough to meet his nose with her own.

Close enough to…

To…

They stayed suspended for a moment, taut between friendship and something new and far more fragile.

But when Phineas reached out to cup Isabella’s face, reverently brushing a few curls behind her ear, well.

That was all the confirmation she needed.

Phineas had more or less figured out where this was headed and yet, when Isabella kissed him, he couldn’t help but gasp, which made her laugh, which made him laugh.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!” he giggled, shifting closer to her. “Can we try that again?”

Isabella gave him a playful smirk as she wrapped her arms around his neck and wove her fingers through his hair.

“Phineas, I thought you’d never ask.”

….

And then they cleaned up the gym and the dance was fine and all their friends had fun, hooray!!!!!

Thank you for the request!!!! I will be posting this on ao3 as well and will link to it here😁

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Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because they’re running out of time.

…because time’s run out.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

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PLEASE I NEED THIS TO BE A FIC

Concept: Phineas and Isabella literally getting set up on a romantic date by their friends and somehow they're STILL oblivious like "it was really nice to rekindle our friendship, thanks for making that happen" and the "get these idiots together" groupchat explodes like Isabella's head

I think they'd both independently understand what their friends were trying to do, but neither of them would have courage to say anything and it would just turn into a friend date kkkkkkk

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Bujeet 22

22. In a rush of adrenaline

This might sound extremely absurd (though what about the life he led wasn't absurd?), but Buford had forgotten what is was like to face insane and dangerous threats alongside his friends.

It sounded, perhaps, clichê to admit such a thing, but the thing about growing up is that you don't get the opportunity to hang out with your friends very often. And those kinds of things only happened when Phineas and Ferb were near.

So, yeah, it had been QUITE a way to celebrate the first week home after the end of his first semester in college. Classes were going well, his life seemed for once very normal, but he took one step back to Danville and. Yep. Flesh-eating giant squirrels.

There was something else he'd forgotten about getting into trouble with his childhood gang and that was... well, it was always cool to see Baljeet being a badass. A nerdy badass, but still!

Buford wasn't sure the last point in his life where he didn't have a thing for Baljeet. It used to be all-consuming, and then Baljeet abandoned him by graduating high school early and he... accepted that it would never happen.

Not that there was a chance even before that, of course, but feeling left behind by the most important person in his life had helped him get back to reality. Sometimes he could even fool himself into believing he'd gotten over Baljeet's hold on him.

Any kind of pretending was useless in a time like this, however, because Baljeet had just saved his life, looking all calm and collected in a way he never did when they were children.

"I am so in love with him right now," Buford whispered, partially out of habit, partially because it was as true as ever.

"What?" Baljeet asked, turning back to look at him. He seemed very confused by what was a very obvious thing. And he had the GALL to judge Phineas for missing Isabella's feelings for him!

"You heard it, nerd, but now there's more monsters to fight," Buford waved it away, because it didn't truly matter, did it? In his distractions over the words, Baljeet lowered his guard and was almost attacked by a random tail, making Buford have to pull him back. "We're even."

"Uh, yes," Baljeet agreed, breathing rapidly after almost flying away for pure stupidity. "Buford, can we go back to-

"I don't think we have time for stupid conversations right now," Buford warned, still with his arms around Baljeet, as he dodged another of the squirrels.

"No, I guess not," Baljeet agreed, not taking his eyes from him. Buford almost barked at him for still looking so distracted, but it would be very hypocrite of him considering the noise of the battle fell away as soon as he felt Baljeet's lips against his. Baljeet pulled away a bit later, looking determined. "Stupid conversations can happen after we finish here."

Buford managed to pull himself out of the stupor before getting hit by anything, but damn. Did something he spent most of his life wanting have to happen in a battlefield?

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okay so i just read a fic where isabella and phineas got married and she took his last name and became isabella flynn

and now i'm wondering

do you think she would be

isabella flynn

isabella garcia-shapiro

isabella garcia-shapiro-flynn

or secret fourth option where she takes one of her last names and hyphenates it with flynn

Ok as much as I loooveeee married Phinbella, Isabella Flynn just doesn’t have the same ring to it as Isabella Garcia-Shapiro!!!! I definitely think she’d want to take part of Phineas’s name though so they might combine to “Garcia-Shapiro-Flynn”. its wordy but it’s very them🤣

I actually found an old comic that touches on this topic today, talk about serendipitous🤣:

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I just got a TikTok on my FYP discussing the highly dramatic direct-to-dvd sequel scene that inspired a scene in the “Meap Me in St. Louis” chapter I posted today.

I’ve never seen a video about it before now.

WHAT IS HAPPENING.

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I’m tired of people assuming I didn’t know Buford was gay 😑😑😑

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canderemy + stanessa double feature

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extremely touchy duo shenanigans

for the people who don't see the vision, he's growing his hair let him be!!

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heyyyyyy remember half a decade ago? when I pointed out this scene had phinbella implications?

WHO'S THE QUEEN OF PHINBELLA SUBTEXT????

IT’S ME!!!!!!!!

IT’S MEEEEEEE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Currently thinkin’ about the scene in Across the Second Dimension where, after realizing their other dimensional selves won’t be much help, Phineas suggests they go talk to Isabella, and when the other Phineas says he doesn’t know who that is, our Phineas replies,

“Well, it’s about time you met her. Come on, you’ll like her!”

....it’s fine i’m fine 🥺💕

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Meap Me in St. Louis -Chapter 7

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“This is HOPELESS,” Isabella groaned, putting her head in her hands. She was prepared to make a run for it whenever the door opened again, take whatever robot or alien appeared by surprise and hopefully find the ship’s control room.

But if Mitch could control her with the push of a button? And track her every movement via camera? She wasn’t sure how far she’d get. And getting caught meant she’d end up a fascist’s puppet for the rest of her life.

Thinking about Phineas and how she’d inadvertently broken both of their hearts didn’t help one bit.

Even if she escaped, even if she found Phineas and explained she’d been under mind control, she worried things would never be the same.

Just then, there was a knocking at her door. Isabella immediately tensed and shifted to an offensive position. “Ok, Fireside Girl,” she whispered. “If you have to go down, you’re gonna go down fighting.”

“Isabella?” said the voice on the other side of the door. “I’m gonna bust you out of here.”

The door opened all the way to reveal the face of…

“Candace!”

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Read the rest on AO3 !!!