I’m working on a collection of stained glass style round paintings and coffee tables inspired by Disney classics…this is it so far (I’ve also just drawn the designs for a tangled and an Aristocats one ;)) …what do you think of them?
ps: if someone is interested, I paint these on commission and ship everywhere ;)
A/N: Hey! This is my first fanfic that I’ve ever posted, really, so I hope you guys like it! If you do, and you think of a prompt, please send it! Me and Katy need prompts! Anyways, so this fanfic is inspired by Disney’s The Little Mermaid “Kiss the Girl”, which I do not own, or have any other rights to other than I thought of this idea. Hope you like it!
AND FOR ALL MY DISNEY FANS PULL UP KISS THE GIRL ON YOUTUBE AND START IT WHEN THE ASTERISK APPEARS IN THE FIC.
Just another normal day at the Avenger’s compound. Discounting, of course, that the Avengers were anything but normal to normal people. But, it was normal for you. You sat on the couch inside the living room, next to the kitchen, reading a book. It was trashy romance, but you hadn’t been able to find your Harry Potter books earlier, so you just went with this one. Nevertheless, it was the optimal place to read. You were right next to the kitchen, stocked full of your favorite snacks, courtesy of Steve, who was very fond of you. Also, if you got bored, there was a TV with an excellent wifi connection, and Netflix. But your favorite part of this particular seat is that you had a perfect view into your lab. Well, it had been yours, but then Bruce had been teaching you about gamma waves, you decided it would be a good idea to steal some of the beta ray emitters from his lab, and let’s just say, it got into the food, and you were grounded from your lab for a month. At the end of your unbearable punishment, Tony added a new lab for you, with all new gadgets and clean boxes. The clean boxes were Nat’s idea. She had a habit of pouncing on you while you were concentrated on something else. She called it a training technique. You called it lots and lots of acid burns. Yours had been a great lab, but it was Peter’s now. Your best friend, your crush of forever, never had had the feelings returned, must I continue? Right now, he was working on a stronger web formula. That morning, you had been helping him, but you’re not the most graceful person. Needless to say, the whole team had to help unplaster Peter from the wall multiple times until Bucky told you to take a break from testing the web shooters. You smiled at the memory unembarrassed. You can be a very good fighter; the adrenaline has a very good effect on your clumsiness. Outside the battlefield, however, you are known as possibly the droppiest, trippiest, unstablest person ever.
“Underoos, pay attention.” Tony laughed at Peter staring at you through the glass of the lab.
“Oh, uh s-sorry Mr.Stark. I was just a…” Peter stammered. You had twisted onto your stomach to read your book more comfortably, and was now biting your lips and running your fingers through your hair. Basically, you looked very nerdy, and to Peter, it was very cute.
“Why haven’t you asked her out yet?” Tony loved teasing him, but he had also caught a matchmaker obsession from Nat. He twirled from the microscope to face Peter, who was bright red, and stammering. Finally, he made out a sentence squirming under Tony’s impish grin.
“Well, she’s never… really liked me like that… and she’s my best friend… I’m also just prone to wrecking everything.”
“Actually, she wouldn’t shut up about how perfect you were around everyone until about last year, when you almost caught one of her little speeches about the perfect shade of your chocolate brown eyes.” Tony said, imitating a much younger and more naive you. “Plus, last time I checked, the only one who is constantly prone to breaking things around here is Y/N.” Peter was silent, his mouth hanging open. He had always thought his feelings about you were unreturned. Turns out, you’re both oblivious.
Tony had diverted his attention to his phone, and was sending out a special Avengers Assemble alert labeled ‘Operation Little Mermaid”. Mysteriously, you and Peter were absent from the alert’s recipients. Downstairs, Steve and Bucky stopped fighting. Bruce looked up from his laptop, and took his reading glasses off. Nat smiled and slowly got off her bed, swinging her hips as she walked out the door. Clint hurriedly said goodbye to his kids on Skype and promised he would call back in an hour. Wanda closed one of your Harry Potter books that she had been reading, and used her powers to move it back into it’s hiding spot. Sam turned off Netflix, and smiled that smile you know too well. Back upstairs, Peter still had no idea what was coming for him.
“Want some advice, kid?” Tony said, only half-managing to keep his tone and expression serious. Remotely, he changed the glass to one-sided. If you hadn’t been too deeply in your book, you would have noticed the glass had gone foggy, hiding your view of Peter and the rest of the lab. He, however, still had a stunningly clear view of you. The team filed in silently from the other lab door. Peter jumped when he saw them all there, and started getting very nervous.
*DISNEY NERDS OR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO HEAR THE MELODY, START YOUR MUSIC
“Move over. Move your big feathers. I can’t see anything!” Natasha poked Sam in the back. He still had his Falcon pack engaged, on purpose. Peter was too confused to say anything.
“Nothing’s happening!” Sam said all sing-songy.
“5 years of being best friends-” Clint started.
“And that boy ain’t puckered up once.” Bucky finished.
“Alright,” said Steve grinning wickedly. “This calls for some vocal, romantic stimulation. Stand back.” he started singing, croaking, really. Very off tune. Tony pushed him lightly back from the center of the lab.
“Oh, I’m surrounded by amateurs. You want something done, you’ve got to do it yourself.” He activated F.R.I.D.A.Y., who said very curtly, “Yes, Mr. Stark?”
“First, F.R.I.D.A.Y. , we’ve got to create… the mood. Percussion, strings, and winds please.” A very familiar Disney tune started playing on the lab stereo. Now, you loved Disney, and therefore, Peter had seen every princess movie at least 3 times. Notably, Ariel was your favorite, and Peter suddenly knew where this was heading.
“Mr. Stark, I really…” he started.
“Uh, no. Not accepting comments right now. And now, words.” Tony started singing, the other team members practically ripping at the seams trying to contain their giggles.
There, you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don’t got a lot to say, but there’s something about her
And you don’t know why, but you’re dying to try
You wanna… Kiss the Girl
Tony motioned to you outside, still sucked into your book. Steve and Bucky joined in for the next part, creating a beautiful 3-part harmony.
Yes, you want her
Look at her you know you do
Possibly, definitely she want you too
There is one way to ask her
And don’t say a word,
Not a single word about this to her
Or you’ll lose some pearls
They all pointed to their teeth, and mimed punching each other’s lights out. Tony turned to the rest of the group and said, “Sing with me now.”
Overall, it was very orchestrated, and looking back, Peter would often have laughing fits so hard he would start crying. Actually crying. The final verse came, and Peter felt courage blossoming an awful, embarrassing idea in his heart.
Now’s your moment
She’s floating in a book and won’t mind
Don’t worry, it’s a romance. We took all of her Harry Potter
She hasn’t said a word about liking you, and she won’t until you
Kiss the Girl
Shalalalalala don’t be scared we’re only filming it
At 5 different angles
Shalalalalala don’t stop now
You feel scared? Too bad,
You better kiss the girl
Shalalala and if you hurt her
We’ll make that pain for you a mole times worse
Shalala you better do it now,
And remember please don’t mention this to her
She’ll blow the circuit board
They all started making very obnoxious kissy faces at Peter, and he knew he didn’t have a choice. What’s the worst that could happen?
He walked very confidently over to you, and waited until you looked at him. You sat up and faced him, the perfect position for a kiss.
“Hey, Peter! How’s that formul-” Peter grabbed your chin, and pulled it gently towards his face. Your heart was pumping, and you suddenly felt like fainting. “Peter, what’s going-” you tried, but his lips stopped any more words from slipping past yours. That trashy romance novel (that was on your bookshelf instead Harry Potters) fell forgotten on the floor, because, simply, this was so much better. He pulled away first, but you looked at him and smiled.
“Where did that come from?” you asked, breathless.
“I just got reminded that if I want a fairy tale, I have to Kiss the Girl.” he smiled dorkily. You love-birds started kissing again, but if Peter’s lab hadn’t been soundproof, you would’ve heard a sound resembling New York when the ball drops exactly at midnight.