peter parker/tom holland imagines

successor | p.p.

arachnikid: what's wrong?

arachnikid: babe are you okay??

arachnikid: the dots went away

arachnikid: why did the dots go away???

arachnikid: don't move

arachnikid: oh my god oh my god oh my god

arachnikid: i'm coming i'll be right there

maybe it was sadistic slightly to watch peter panic like that, but part of it was amusing. in less then a minute, my window was pulled up and a huffing spider crawled into the room.

"hi, baby!" i chirped, letting him grab my face and examine me.

"i- you- what's wrong?" he panted.

"i need some of your old man wisdom."

peter was quiet for a moment, "huh?"

"i'm going through a mid-life crisis."

"wait, but- you're 17."

"yeah."

"jeez, you really scared me."

i shrugged, "yep. sorry 'bout that. that's on me."

"uh-huh," he glared at you, flopping down onto my beanbag and tossing his mask aside. 

i paused, trying to figure out how to word this. finally, i settled on; "i don't want to be the ceo."

he was absolutely dumbfounded. and i didn't blame him. what sane person would want to pass this up?

so i tried again, walking over to my laptop. "uh, okay. you know how, like, all those colleges came to our school?"

"... yes?" peter said, not sure where this was going.

"and there was this really awesome fashion one, yeah, babe?"

"...yes? oh- oh my gosh. you wanna...? go there?"

i pulled up the acceptance letter. he gaped, "wow! you- you're in! why didn't you tell me? this is awesome!"

"you aren't mad?"

he furrowed his brows, "no. why?"

"because i'm wasting my life?"

"no, you're doing something you love. and that's worth everything. also, i kinda had a feeling this would happen." he strided over to my closet, pulling it open and gesturing to what was inside of it. 

"do you even realize how good you are? because, angel, lemme tell you, you are amazing at this. it's freaking crazy. and the fact that you tailor most of you dad's suits? that says it all."

i blushed, but my short-lived happiness was quickly replaced by fear. "what about my dad? there's no way-"

"he wants you to be happy. this is your happy. he'd never take that away from you."

"really?"

"of course."

"but... who else would do it, then? i'm his only kid."

peter came over and briefly kissed my lips, "i'm sure he'll find someone."

i grinned; i'd already found one. 

-

i inhaled rather dramatically as i stood in front of the big door. what was i even going to say? 

oh, well, i'll cross that bridge when i get there. 

okay, i'm kind of already at that bridge but it doesn't matter. 

i only knocked once before entering, catching my dad tinkering out of the corner of my eye. 

"heyyyy... dad, i- uh, whatcha working on?"

"hmm? oh, just upgrading this. i was gonna add some-"

"that's really cool. i have to tell you something."

he looked up, squinting at me, "i swear, if peter got you preg-"

"no! no, of course not! god, dad. we use protection, and i'm on the pill."

"wait, you've been having sex?"

"okay, i think we're getting off topic."

"from what?"

"the stark industries. i-"

"oh, yeah, i'm so glad you'll be working with me. like father, like daughter. too good."

"no- what? that's- that's not where i was going with this."

"then what?"

i sucked in a whole lot of air; 

 "igotacceptedintothecollegeofmydreams,well,it'sonlybeenmydreamfor,like,lessthanayear,butwhatever,andiwantotdofashionandnotthisstuff."

"um, slower maybe?"

i drew in a breath, "i don't want to work for the industries. i want to do fashion. and i got into this-"

"what? you don't want to be ceo?"

"yeah," looking down at my shoes, i felt shame creep up my neck. had i said the wrong thing? i should've kept my mouth shut. i just fucked this up.

i glanced up to see him press his lips together, and then lean against the table, folding his arms. my dad sighed, "well, i know that once you've set your mind to something, you're pretty stubborn about it, and i guess that may be on me," he added with a chuckle. "but is this something you're sure you want to do?"

"well, yeah. it's my iron man."

"okay, what?"

"sorry, bad comparison. i just meant that, well, this is what i love to do. it's my everything. you know that, right?"

"i had a feeling." 

"you aren't mad?"

dad came over beside me, pecking my hairline. "'course not. i'm happy. happy that you told me, because now you won't be stuck doing something you don't like your whole life." he then ran a hand through his hair. "so what now? i gotta find someone else then. young, like you, i guess."

"can i help?"

"sure, i mean."

"cool. i picked one."

"already?"

"yeah."

"uh, background search? like all of that?"

"oh, i already know their background."

"yeah? who?"

"you know him. rather well, really."

"i do? jeez, just tell me, peanut."

"peter parker."

-

it was my 5th anniversary of my line, which, by the way, totally took everyone by storm. as far as i knew, everything was going great, and the bright dimond ring on my left hand told me just that. 

stark industries was written off offically to peter, just last year. currently, they were working kind of side-by-side, and that would be until my dad retired. 

i tied the bow on a small-ish white box, smiling to myself. 

in it were two things, yet to be presented to my husband. a positive pregnacy test and a strip of paper that had multiple sonograms on it. 

yeah, i was my dad's favorite girl.

but pete was his successor.

and y'know what?

i couldn't be happier about it.