peter parker/tom holland imagines

successor | p.p.

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okay this one was okay kinda did it while i was supposed to be doing review packets for the midterms

word count: 1.4+ words-ish

it was never anything i'd ever though about. 

fashion was a hobby and that was that. i'd take over my dad's place as ceo, straight out of high school, right after two years of shadowing, end of story. 

no questions, no discussion. and that was fine, right? no biggie. it wasn't like i'd cared.

but, oh, that was then. 

this is now.

midtown is a school for science and engineering, but this year our theme was "openmindedness". every senior year, which was mine this time, different schools from across the world came in to share about their school and provide information. 

now, since this year was all about having an open-mind, they didn't just have stem-ly, ivy league, big brain/smart science schools come.

but they had other things, too. like fine arts. 

including the fashion institute of technology, one of the best. and you know, just for fun, i applied as early action. 

i didn't think i'd get in. but the fact that a staring at bold text that reads "congrats!", i stand corrected. 

like, okay, wow, way to chuck that in my face and send me flying. plot twist in my life that is already enough of a dumpster fire; now i have to re-think my entire future because my heart is doing happy/uneasy flips in my stomach and i can't figure out if this is good or not?

god, i used to be so indecisive. now i don't know. 

i may have contridicted myself here. 

why don't i ever know anything? this is a re-occuring problem. 

over the last year or so, i've been getting more serious about my future. y'know? like, this is happening. i'm adulting. 

i don't want to be adulting. 

because, damn, it's not hot. at all.

...whatsoever.

fashion, for so long, has been the thing that makes me happy. it's been the one constant in my life. i mean, 90% percent of the clothes in my closet were designed by yours truly. 

and a career in that? that sounds like heaven, it's too good to be true. 

but now i have a chance. this is my one-way ticket into this whole thing. 

on the other hand... what would i tell my dad? i'm his only kid. who else would take of the stark thing? i'm supposed to be his successor. 

but on the other, other hand, i don't want to be his successor. i want to be a designer. i can't do that from a fancy desk in a fancy tall buliding with fancy people who carry around fancy briefcases and make words longer by turning things like "because" into "the particular reason for the circumstance". 

oh my word, i'm having a mid-life crisis at 17 years old. 

no, no, no panicking. peter would know what to do. he always knows. 

he's like yoda, but 17 and a spider.

y/n: help 

y/n: i'm gonna die if you don't get here