Peter Parker One Shots

my own request, parce que there isn't enough fics of this out there🖒

Hiiiiiii! Im alive!!! So I know it's been a while, and this is gonna be my reason a lot of the time, but I have an actual SO class this year, I want to die, and I have a puppy, so I will try to keep postong, but for the majority of the school year they will be sorta short. Not too short, but short. At the moment I'm just trying to get out some good content, because it might not be lonh, but that's no excuse to be shit.

Anyways, good!Flash in thsi fic, and also I have to give credit to lavishhallucinations on Ao3 (i dont have a link, sorry) because the main base of Peter's fainting disorder is taken from their fics, and their fics I believe give credit to someone on TikTok whom they got their insperation from.
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Peter was tired. One thing they never told you about fainting disorders was that all the time spent sleeping? You never actually got any rest. It was more along the lines of a restart on your phone, where it actually drains battery to function again. You could be at 100% that morning, and then pass out once, and be at 97%. In terms of battery, keeping with his own self-made metaphor, Peter was already at 81%, and he had just walked into the school building.

So yeah. He was tired. He was seriously considering just leaving the school building, even though he had just walked in. All he wanted was a nap. A nice, warm, nap.

"Hey Peter! Did you finish the math homework last ni-holy shit you look tired."

Peter snorted, opening his locker door.

"Probably because I am, Ned. And yes, I finished the math homework. Number nine, right?"

"YES! When did we ever go over that in class? Did we go over that in class? What did you get?"

Peter laughed.

"Here, I'll let you look at my paper when we get to class. I just want to sit down. Starting to feel a bit dizzy."

Ned nodded, following Peter to class, still chattering about the math assignment. They turned into their homeroom, sitting down at their desks. Peter reached into his backpack and pulled out his math folder, handing it to Ned, who in turn took the spare hoodie out of his backpack and laid it on Peter's desk like a pillow so he wouldn't bruie when he went down.

"Thanks man. Math makes absolutely no sense to me at all."

Peter snorted, closing his eyes as his vision blurred.

"Yeah. I'll be honest, nine kind of made me think a bit too."

Ned snorted, looking at Peter's paper, trying to piece together where the numbers came from. There was a small thud, and he glanced at Peter, who was now laying on his desk, eyes closed. Ned reached over, putting two fingers on Peter's wrist and counting, smiling at the teacher as she walked in. she smiled back, sitting at her desk and pulling out her computer. Peter stirred, his head moving as he slowly pulled his wrist out of Ned's grasp. Ned turned his head back to his math assignment, letting Peter come back on his own.

"Hey Ned?"

"Yeah?"

"The five came from this," Peter said, pointing briefly at a part of the problem. Ned evaluated, then nodded.