Manhattan, New York
6/14/2099
[Y/n] grumbles, the golden light of the early morning echoing through his rooms. His [E/c] eyes closed, he opens them-not willingly.
He groans as he get's up, his bare torso basking in the warm light. The cold air from his rooms contradicts said warmth, making [Y/n] shiver. He sluggishly swings his leg's onto the his beige carpet covering some of the hardwood floor. His movements are slow and sloth like, his half lid eyes trail onto the clock, it reads 9 am, a reasonable time to wake up at. He makes his way to his bathroom-taking care of his necessities.
"What should I make??"
His words are long and dragged out-until he remembers last night. Memories flood in of him and Miguel-oh no.
In conclusion, [Y/n] had tried to ask Miguel if he was Spider man, chickening out because Miguel has been so intimidating-but he stayed in Miguel's home for hours and forgot about it, then Miguel cornered him, and after that he...
Miguel O'hara, is The Spiderman.
An overly sarcastic man, who's dirty rich, is Spiderman. [Y/n] blinks once than twice, and proceeds to pinch his skin.
"Ow!"
Okay...so it's not a dream, that much is true but, what will he do now? What is he supposed to say when he faces Miguel again? 'Hey Mr.Spiderman!' Or 'I totally don't believe you!' What is he supposed to do?
Too bad he cant think on it much longer, his phones rings-the contact name reads,
'Mr. Handsome'
Gabriel. He chuckles and picks up the phone.
"A little birdy told me you just woke up, wanna go get breakfast together?"
"I won't question why or how you know I just wake up-but of course I do."
"Great! Meet me at Honeybee by 15 minutes, see ya!"
The line goes dead, guess he wont have to make himself breakfast. He stretches one more time, hearing his back crack-he groans in satisfaction. He sucked in a breath, the summer air seeping through. In all honesty he prefers winter rather than summer, but he doesn't mind.
He opens his bedsides drawers looking for some clothes for the breakfast. He rummages through his drawer for a good 4 minutes before finding a nice outfit.
A white turtleneck that doesn't have any sleeves, and tightly waisted brown pants.
He checks the time on his phone, he has 11 more minutes-the drive to Honeybee is 10 minutes, he'll arrive just in time.
He opens his apartment door, the cold atmosphere hitting his bare arms and shoulders. He shivers slightly, but he just locks his door and makes his way to the elevator.
The cold light bounces off his skin, his eyes rake through his messages with Matthew, it's littered with information and hour long conversations of multiple topic-the most recent one being the lawsuit.
The elevator stops and the doors open wide.
"[Y/n]."
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O Sol e a Lua
Romance"O sol pediu a lua em casamento E a lua, disse Não sei, não sei, não sei Me dá um tempo." The sweet and warm sun [Y/n] [L/n], meets the brooding and "arrogant" moon, Miguel O'hara. After [Y/n] moves into his new apartment, he wants to get to know...
