#this is garbo

nsfw mdni 🔞

Anti: .... sure, why the fuck not.

It was about one week ago when Peter Parker’s best friend, Ned, had suggested that the pair of them go to an art museum. Peter had to think about it for a bit, not really wanting to go, but also not wanting to hurt his best friend’s feelings, either. So he said yes.

And now, here Peter is, sitting in the parking lot of one of New York’s top art museums with his dorky best friend in the driver’s seat next to him. Peter is still mentally upset, however, because he was supposed to be at one of his other best friend’s, MJ to be exact, parties. 

“Come on, Petey!” Ned says excitedly as he gets out of the car and waits in front of it for Peter. Peter can see him practically bouncing on his heels in pure impatience as he unbuckles and gets out of the car as well to join him.

Peter lets Ned lead him towards the entrance, taking in all of the beautiful scenery outside of the giant building. And honestly, it’s absolutely beautiful, Peter thinks. But then all the beautiful flowers and bushes are gone and replaced by even more beautiful pieces of art as they walk through the two front doors of the building. 

Peter’s jaw drops as he takes in the view around him. The beautiful paintings, the detailed sculptures. He really couldn’t believe how gorgeous everything was. He then heard Ned let out a chuckle and he looked over to him, glaring as he punches his shoulder playfully for making fun of him.

The sculptures then again catch Peter’s eyes. He nudges Ned’s shoulder and tells him he’s going to view them and doesn’t wait for a response before he’s making his way over to the realistic works of art.

He was standing in awe, admiring the breath-taking art, when his phone buzzed in his back pocket. He quickly pulled it out and swiped it open, rolling his eyes a bit as he sees it’s a Snapchat from MJ. 

He opens it, rolling his eyes again as he watches his drunk best friend dance for about ten seconds. He then taps the camera so that it’s on his face, standing so the lighting is making his milky pale skin glow a bit as he gives a smile. He takes the picture and grins. 

As he was looking for the right filter not even five seconds after taking it, someone taps him on his shoulder. He jumps a bit, quickly spinning on his heels to see who had touched him. His eyes met a chest when he turned, having to tilt his head up to bit to see the person’s actual face.

He backed up a bit, startled, and in front of him stood a man-- a tall, handsome man-- who was wearing something similar to a police man’s uniform, except that his badge said ‘GUARD’. Peter took in his facial features; beautiful whiskey eyes, faded scars on his cheeks and nose, trimmed facial hair. He was handsome. 

“Sir, please do not take pictures of the artwork,” the tall man says, his voice deep as he crosses his arms over his chest. The sight of the man’s muscles flexing as he did so was enough to make Peter’s knees weak.

Shaking those thoughts out of his head, Peter lets out some sort of a squeak, his face flushing as he holds his phone out to the other male.

“Oh, I- I wasn’t taking a picture of the art, sir! As you see, I was, um, just taking a selfie!” He rambled embarrassingly, cheeks heating up and tinting pink as he watches the man stare a the photo on the phone.

He continues to watch as the man’s lips curve into a smile as he admires the selfie before his eyes lock onto Peter’s own.