Spider-Man Imagines I

I Love Play Rehearsal | Peter Parker [TH]

Peter knew before he approached the sign up sheet that your name was on it. You looked forward to the school play every year. He smiled lovingly at the pink inked cursive that spelled out your first and last name and chuckled.

With light steps, you walked back to the billboard. Peter's back was to you, so you silently admired his messy curls and watched him stare at your signature.

"Are you signing up for the play too?" you asked hopefully, approaching with your books pressed to your chest.

Peter turned around. "You know me better than that, ___."

You sighed and looked away. "I know, but a girl can dream."

He stepped next to you and drew his arm around your shoulders. "But I promise that I'll be there for every rehearsal, every practice, and I'll see it every night from the opening to the last. I promise."

You raised your eyebrows. "Sure, Peter can promise... but can Spider-Man?" Peter pursed his lips. "Sweetheart, I'm not going to be mad at you if you miss something. Someone has to protect Queens."

He smiled and shook his head in awe. "Gosh babe, you're the best."

...

two weeks later

Peter sat at the lunch table, his eyes more on his phone than the plate of chicken fingers on his tray. He drummed his fingers anxiously on the table and ground his teeth.

"Yo, Pete," Ned said, stabbing a chicken finger with a fork. "It's a chicken day. Why aren't you taking advantage?"

"I'm waiting to hear from ___," he explained.

"Oh. She's finding out what part she got, huh?"

"Yeah," Peter said. "She's worked so hard. I hope it pays off. We practiced every night."

"She's a good singer and a good actress, so why wouldn't she get the part?" Ned asked. "Wasn't she Cinderella in Into the Woods last year?"

Peter nodded.

"And that's a lead, right?"

"Yeah," he said. "But this is for one of her absolute favorite musicals. She's seriously into it."

Peter was so used to listening for the distinct sound of your footsteps that his head snapped up the moment he recognized the sound in the doorway. He was on his feet, eyes on you as he waited.

You hurried to him. Halfway there, you grinned and opened your arms wide. "I got Christine! I'm Christine!" you exclaimed, launching yourself in Peter's arms.

He laughed triumphantly and spun you around in a half circle. "Babe! That's so great!"

"Is... is that the lead?" Ned asked, still seated. Peter put you back on your feet and you nodded. "That's awesome!" he added, and he stood up and hugged you and Peter.

Michelle scoffed from her seat. "You guys are losers."

...

opening night

Your costume was on, your makeup perfect, your lines memorized. You were whispering them to your reflection just to be sure you knew every one.

Of course you knew them all. You had been practicing for several weeks. You'd perfected the character and nailed every scene you had during practice. The entire cast was impressed by your dedication.

You knew it was (mostly) all because of Peter. Although he had his own busy schedule, he managed to squeeze himself into your plan. He came to almost every single practice and was there for you for everything.