sadly, Stan Lee has died. At the time of writing this, (11/17/18US or 17/11/18UK), Stan Lee died 5 days ago. Now i understand that no matter how many times i say i love him so dearly will it make a difference and actually show how much i love him, but i decided that i could write a story about him. this story isn't going to be much between Y/N and Tom as i want this to be about Stan Lee. i hope you enjoy. Excelsior!
I roll over to face my boyfriend Tom. Startled at first, I remembered we had a movie night last night and he asked for me to stay over. I relaxed back into the bed as Tom sleepily pulled me closer to him. I snuggled into his chest and nearly fell back asleep until i felt him drawing a pattern with his fingers on my lower back. I giggled sleepily and asked, "Thomas, what are you doing love?"
I heard a faint mumble disperse from his lips. "Don't mumble darling" I smiled into his chest.
"I'm hungry," Tom announced, "Let's make breakfast." Tom hugged me tighter.
I slowly started to wedge my way out of his arms until giving up entirely when his grip became tighter.
"Tom, if you want breakfast you need to let me go" I smiled.
He reluctantly loosened his grip and let me free. I smiled at his lazy position and slowly made my way to the kitchen. I began cooking Tom's favorite breakfast when I noticed Tom come down the stairs.
"Good morning." I greeted, giggling at his sleepy expression.
"Morning love." He mumbled before making himself a cup of tea. After he was finished he took his mug and grabbed the mail before sitting in the living room. I continued making breakfast until it was finished.
I walked into the living room to tell Tom breakfast was done but noticed a sight that ripped my heart in two. Tom read a slip of paper with tears streaming down his soft cheeks.
My eyebrows creased as i walked over to him and inspected the letter he had received.
It read, "Hello. Marvel is sad to say that the beloved Stan Lee has passed. Before going, Stan gave us letters for each of the actors apart of the MCU. Thomas Stanley Holland, Spider-man and Peter Parker, we would like for you to take the time to read this letter.
Dear Tom Holland,
You made the Spider-man I created on paper come to real life. You were born to be spider-man. I never would have thought that I would have created so much enjoyment for everyone, and so have you. I would like to say thank you, and thank you to everyone at marvel, for making my superhero dreams come true.
Much love, Stan Lee."
Tears pricked my eyes as i read the letter. I couldn't believe was i read. Stan Lee had died? I looked over at Tom and we made eye contact. The look on Tom's face was pure sadness as i'm sure my face was similar.
Tom slowly raised his arms, welcoming me for a hug as i crashed into his body and started sobbing as he did the same.
After minutes of crying we finally dried our eyes and held our heads high. Tom smiled sadly and caressed my cheeks as i leaned into his touch.
"Love, we shouldn't cry. He wouldn't want us to be sad because he's gone. But happy for the wonderful life he had lived. 95 years is such an achievement that many don't make it to. Please don't cry anymore my darling."
I sadly nodded my head as i giggled softly. "Our breakfast is probably cold love, I'll heat it up for you darling. Let's eat" I smile slightly.
this sucked absolute balls ughhhh. i wanted to contribute this to Stan Lee so i had to do this. i'm terrible i know i know i just hope you found the slightest bit of enjoyment from this. ❤️❤️
