#it’s one of the top phinbella fics on ao3 I don’t think that would be the case if tags were an issue

[authenticcadence18]

Twice this week I have received comments on Can’t Help Falling in Love critiquing my use of tags and I’m just like?

those “extra” tags have been there for four years? no im not going to delete them?? I think if it truly was a big issue one of my moots/writer friends would’ve brought it up to me by now???

I use tags to express my creative voice and personality. And I DO include lots of real tags.

if someone makes something FOR FREE and it’s not harmful maybe just say what you like about it and move on?

like? do yall like my tags?? have my tags dissuaded you from checking out my stuff??? because I’ve been posting on ao3 since 2019 and this is the first time anyone has ever brought it up :/

[nautiscarader]

Phinbella Valentine's 💍

Phinbella, G/T(if you squint your eyes), 0.6k

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- Isabella, can you hand me the monkey wrench? - Yup! - Alligator clips? - On their way! - Now I need mole grips… - Already prepared! - Isabella sang - Phineas, why do half of these are named after animals? - No idea. We should name something after a platypus. - Agreed!

Isabella was more than happy to assist her boyfriend, passing him various tools while he crawled under his car. At least, it still looked like a car, though by the sound of his promises, it was supposed to be something completely different one he finishes with it. A solid minute has passed since his last request, however, prompting Isabella to drop from the chair onto the floor, slightly worried by the amount of odd clinking noises.

- Something wrong, Phineas? - Uhm…

Somewhat reluctantly, Phineas slid from under the car, his nose covered in grease he spread to his cheeks with his hand once he tried wiping it.

- Er, Isabella, I don’t think I can reach between the cobra coil and the worm drive. - his eyes shifted - Could you… perhaps…? - Sure, honey!

Isabella gently pushed Phineas away, and eagerly dived into the bowels of his latest creation. Though by no means her forte, years of working with him side by side, as well as multitude of badges she had to earn taught her enough about engineering that would make some mechanics jealous, and not just of her almost violently pink overalls she was wearing.

It took her a moment to see the place Phineas described, and at once she spotted not just the problem, but also a solution.

- I see it! Phineas, hand me the shark-head hammer.

She reached her hand, and was about to close her fingers on the tool Phineas passed her, when that instead of the hammer in her palms, she felt a heavy, cold, metallic item sliding onto her finger.

- No, Phineas - she said, crawling from under the car - I asked for a hammer, and not… Not…

Blood suddenly rushed to her head and she gasped, when she realised what adorned her ring finger.

It was a nut.

A beautiful, silver, hexagonal nut, reflecting in its polished, metallic surface Isabella’s astonished, but radiant face. Its top was decorated with several, tiny flat gears, progressively smaller and more complicated, welded together so that their bent teeth would form a flower-like, intricate ornament. She turned her head to meet Phineas, kneeling in front of her, holding her hand in his.

- Isabella, would you make me the honour of marrying me, so that we can keep doing what we’ve been doing for years, but legally as a husband and wife now?

It was difficult to tell whose voice quivered more: Phineas’, when he proposed to her, or Isabella’s, when she cried her response and flung herself into his arms. When the two broke their watery, lengthy kiss, however, it became obvious what the two were in dire need of. Isabella looked at her ring again, and even in the minuscule reflection, she saw her cheeks covered in the same black grease from Phineas’ face.

- I think we better clean ourselves up. - Phineas suggested, wiping tears from his face. It was difficult to tell, if they were his, or hers. - Definitely… Let’s go and hit the shower…

Her low, alluring voice rang in Phineas’ ears, as he slowly melted under her touch, and just before Isabella was about to straddle him and place another, deep, sensual kiss on his lips, Phineas suddenly remembered and shuddered.

- Oh, that’s right, you don’t have to take it off when washing. Its surface is non-corrosive, and it has tracking device so it can home onto the box if you happen to lose it, I’ve made a controller, and… - Phineas, do you want to take shower with me, so I can thank you for making me the happiest girl in he world, long and hard, or not? - Yes, ma'am.

Note: aside from one, names of all the tools in this fic are real. srsly. And fancy rings for engineers are totally a thing.