Phineas and Ferb
  • Phineas: I know what we're gonna do today
  • Phineas: Hey where's Perry
  • Monogram: Hey Agent P go get Doof
  • Carl: Hi
  • Monogram: Go away Carl
  • Isabella: Hi Phineas I love you
  • Phineas: Oh you mean as a friend right? Man I am so friendzoned
  • Isabella: UGHHH
  • Doof: A platypus?!
  • Perry: *puts on fedora*
  • Linda: There's nothing there
  • Candace: NOOOO
  • Phineas: Oh there you are Perry
  • Ferb: *something intelligent and thoughtful*
  • Perry: *chattering sound*
Integrate (Meet: Part 2)

Maybe for ‘Meet’ it can be like a cute little park date or trip to the beach? Or if you feel those topics are a bit overused, maybe like a fun relaxing day in the backyard, where it’s intimate and they can bond alone, just the three of them, 

Maybe some harry and Isabella bonding time 



Isabella got her wish of Harry having a sleepover at your house pretty soon after the two of you had spent the night with him. There was no reason for you and Harry not to start dating exclusively; you both liked each other and Harry was now on break from touring. He made every effort to come see you any time he had a free day or evening and invited both you and Isabella over as often as he could. You weren’t lacking for time together, and you were okay with that. Your biggest concern was making sure that your daughter still felt as though she was your first priority but she seemed just as infatuated with Harry as you were.

The first time Harry “slept” over at your house, Isabella was convinced that you all needed to build a blanket fort in her bedroom and have a sleepover that way, even though you and Harry had a slightly different idea about how the night was going to go. You felt bad that Harry was getting dragged into this, but he exceeded all of your expectations. Not only did he build a blanket fort, but he made special “blanket fort” snacks and read Isabella a bedtime story inside her fort using only a flashlight to see by. Once Isabella had fallen asleep, Harry informed you that he was ready for the two of you to have your own sleepover, and he certainly didn’t disappoint with that one either.

It wasn’t difficult to see; Isabella was completely hooked on Harry and Harry absolutely loved her as well. That was exactly what you had been hoping for, and you were getting all that and more.

You started doing outings together, with Harry suggesting places he knew you wouldn’t get hounded by cameras; hidden parks and beaches and cafes that he knew weren’t frequented by paparazzi because he wanted the two of you to be as comfortable as possible when you were with him.

One Saturday, in the spring time, the three of you had planned on taking Isabella out for the day. She was already excited because she had been promised swings and ice cream and a trip to the zoo. The Friday night before, you and Harry were sitting on the couch watching a movie after Isabella went to bed when your phone rang. When you returned to the couch after answering it, Harry could tell that you were perturbed about something.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, pausing the movie and sitting up a bit straighter.

“That was work,” you said, “They want me to go in tomorrow because a few people are sick.”


You sat back down beside Harry and let out a long sigh as you rested your head against his shoulder.

“Isabella’s going to be disappointed,” you mumbled, “We shouldn’t have told her about the plans for tomorrow until we were on the way there.”

“She can still go,” Harry replied, after a pause.

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If I would have met you back then, I would have courted you. Would’ve taken chaperoned strolls and had iced tea on the porch. I may have stolen a kiss or two, but only after asking your father’s permission, I would’ve got down on one knee and I would’ve presented you with a ring. This was my mother’s. Isabella Swan, I promise to love you every moment of forever. Would you do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me?

Okay I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m hoping for a knife point confession for Nygmobblepot.

Ed knows it’s was Oswald, and he’s fully prepared to exact a swift revenge, and he’s practically got the knife in him already. But he’s got to know:

“Why?! I loved Isabella! Why, Oswald?!”

“Because I love you more!”