𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Just For Practice... Right?

Tumblr ask :  How are you doing ? I was an idea for a series or one-shot for a Peter Parker x fem Stark reader. For a PDHPE assessment at Midtown High School, students are paired up with "fake" relationships assigned to them, with the intention of simulating real-life scenarios—however, one unsuspecting couple which is Peter and Y/n unexpectedly develops genuine feelings for each other, blurring the lines between what was supposed to be a mere exercise.

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Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → Fake dating, Friends to lovers, Fluff, Humor, Stark Sarcasm, Protective Tony, Flash being Flash, Mild language, PDA.

Summary → What started as a fake dating project turns real fast.

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You were already halfway checked out the moment your PDHPE teacher, Ms. Calder, wrote “Relationship Simulation Project” across the whiteboard in big Pink letters.

You blinked at it.

Peter, two rows over, tilted his head like a confused golden retriever.

And Flash whispered (loudly), “Is she seriously making us fake date? This is not what I signed up for when I chose PE over Drama.”

You leaned over to MJ, eyebrow raised. “What the hell kinda Black dimension lesson plan is this?”

Ms. Calder clapped her hands for attention like a chaotic game show host.

“Okay, class! So to explore interpersonal communication, compromise, and emotional regulation, you'll be paired up to simulate a romantic relationship for one week. Each pair will complete a daily journal, a conflict resolution worksheet, and plan a 'mock date' together. This is for assessment, people.”

A few groans echoed around the room. Peter Parker turned an impossible shade of red.

You muttered, “If I wanted forced intimacy, I’d go to another Stark family therapy session.”

“Names are being randomly chosen,” Ms. Calder went on. “No swaps, no trades, no take-backs. This is about working with people outside your comfort zone. Growth, people.”

You rolled your eyes. “Growth can kiss my a—”

“—nd our first pair is…” She glanced at her tablet. “Peter Parker and Y/N Stark.”

The silence was so loud you could hear the metaphorical record scratch.

You blinked once. Then twice.

Peter looked like he had stopped breathing. Fully frozen. His pen dropped out of his hand and rolled off the desk with a dramatic little clatter.

MJ snorted quietly beside you.

“Oh my God,” you said under your breath. “I’m going to fake date a human golden retriever.”

She elbowed you. “Didn’t you say you haven’t seen him since that mission briefing last week where he knocked over two mugs and called you ‘dude’ twice?”

“That was three mugs,” you muttered, “and he also called me ‘sir’ once by accident.”

Meanwhile, Peter was frantically gathering his things to come sit beside you. He bumped into the desk. Then the chair. Then his own knee.

You raised your hand as he awkwardly took the seat next to you.

“Quick question,” you said dryly. “Do I get hazard pay for babysitting a nervous breakdown?”