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(follow as autisticbutterfly) Cami, 24, they/them, writer. Here to yell about irondad and autistic Peter Parker. my ao3: marvelousbutterfly

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Welcome!

This is my irondad sideblog, where I'll mainly post about all things irondad, marvel and occasionally some general stuff and other fandoms.

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Autistic Peter Parker series

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You'll never make it like that (too bad)

Chapter 5 - You tear me up all of the time

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 5 of my 5+1 story about autistic Peter struggling with selective eating.

[marvelousbutterfly]

You'll never make it like that (too bad) - Chapter 4

Heey, guess who didn't forget the password to this account and is still alive? Anyway, here's another chapter about Peter and his selective eating!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[marvelousbutterfly]

New chapter!!

You'll never make it like that (too bad)

Chapter 3: We always meet without permission

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Summary:

As they approached the counter, the man behind it greeted “Mr. Parker! I see you have company today. Let me guess, number 5?”

“You know me, Mr. Delmar!”

“And for your friend?”

Peter looked up at Mr. Stark, but the man was still analyzing the place like it was gonna swallow him whole at any point. He rolled his eyes with a laugh. “He’ll have the same, please. With pickles, squished flat.”

[thirtysixsavefiles]

few things more humbling than the realization that you really do write the same fic(s) over and over again

[the-space-narwhal]

[thehappyfangirl]

Someone mentioned on another tumblr post about how nobody complained that Agatha Christie wrote ANOTHER book about murder.

Write your story. Write it again. And again.

[sashaforthewin]

Okay but do you understand the TREASURE TROVE of reading a fic you enjoy and then looking at the author's page and discovering they have written multiple just like it?! That is the ultimate score!

[the-bar-sinister]

Nobody complained that Agatha Christie wrote ANOTHER book about murder

☝️☝️☝️

[lunamarvels]

busy thinking about how bucky barnes deserves the whole entire universe and more

goodnight

[marvelousbutterfly]

the house is boring, all the dogs are asleep, my brother is studying and my mom is watching soap operas again. So I guess it's writing time!

[marvelousbutterfly]

I got halfway through the chapter, then had to look up something from a specific scene and ended up getting distracted on youtube lol

[marvelousbutterfly]

the house is boring, all the dogs are asleep, my brother is studying and my mom is watching soap operas again. So I guess it's writing time!

[nondelphic]

“you’re a writer, can you explain your process?” yes. first, i panic. then i procrastinate. then, in a fit of productivity at 3 a.m., i create chaos.

[marvelousbutterfly]

I'm back!! Go read the second chapter of You'll never make it like that (too bad) on my Autistic Peter Parker series <3

The irondad part will come later!

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You'll never make it like that (too bad) - Chapter 1

Peter's sensory issues applied to what he ate as well, to the point where it affected his day to day life. This is 5 times Peter's selective eating fucked him over + 1 time he knew how to handle it.

(To clarify - Peter's issues with food are related to his sensory issues, so he's selective based on textures, color, size, taste, smell and other aspects of food.)

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1

When Peter turned 8, he had a small, science-themed party at home. Ben and May made the most of what they had for the decoration, with a table full of test tubes filled with candy and beakers as jars of juice. They all wore lab coats made by May, and Ben provided some pairs of safety goggles to complete the costumes.

The next thing they had to decide on was the cake. May had absolutely no skills in the kitchen, and although Ben could cook delicious meals, he had no experience with baking and he wasn’t about to risk testing it on his nephew’s birthday. So a store bought cake was the best option, they concluded. It would be a very small party - only the 3 of them, Ned and his parents, plus a couple neighbors -, so a simple grocery store sheet cake would be enough and fit right in their budget. 

Peter was very specific with what he ate. He’d always order the same things from the same places, rarely willing to try something new. When it came to cakes, he liked chocolate, carrot or plain vanilla. He couldn’t stand marble cake - the mix of both colors bothered him. With that in mind, plus a list of the grocery stores Peter liked best, the couple was prepared for their last task. While May took the boy to the library, Ben would go to the places in the list in search for the perfect cake for their kid. Ben managed to get a plain chocolate cake from Peter’s favorite store, and although there was a sticker announcing it was a “new, improved recipe”, he thought nothing of it - how much could a simple chocolate sheet cake change?

The party went well - although there weren’t many people, Peter had fun. He and Ned were excited as ever with the decoration, and both squealed happily when Ben gifted the birthday boy a chemistry kit for children. Then, it was time for the cake and Peter had a smile from ear to ear.

Once they sang happy birthday and the cake was served, guests and hosts alike sat down, talking quietly as they ate the dessert. May frowned as she noticed Peter stopped eating, staring at the cake slice on his plate almost as if he was offended by it, his mouth obviously still full. When she noticed his complexion turning green, she cursed under her breath and rushed to him just as he started gagging. 

Ben soon understood what was happening, quickly calling Ned over and keeping the conversation with his neighbors going to spare Peter the unnecessary attention as May coaxed him into spitting the mouthful of cake into a napkin and took him to the bathroom to rinse his mouth. But Ben’s efforts weren’t enough, as the others soon turned their heads to see the commotion when Peter began crying loudly.

“No no no no no” he sobbed, voice getting louder and louder with each word, “Bad cake.”

As May tried her best to calm him down, Ben took care of the guests, who looked incredulously at him.

“He’s throwing a tantrum because he didn’t like the cake?” asked Mrs. Thomas, one of their neighbors. “Isn’t he a bit too old for that?”

“It’s been a long day for him,” the man said, “you know how they can get cranky.”

The truth was, Ben was still trying to understand Peter and some of his mannerisms. He was sure most of it stemmed from the trauma of having lost his parents at such a young age, and he and May were working on taking him to a child psychologist once again. 

The party quickly came to an end, with Ben trying his best to defend Peter from the guests’ judgment. Ned’s family were the last people to leave, kindly reassuring Ben after his many apologies.

As it turned out, the “new, improved recipe” the grocery store had come up with for the chocolate cake included rice krispies in the filling to add a crunchy texture to it. A texture, as May and Ben would later learn, Peter was not expecting to be on a cake. With time, all three of them learned to accommodate the boy’s needs better.

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Chapter 2 - My tongue is tasteless (my heart is barren)

Each meal had to be prepared a certain way - the same brands, same temperature, the exact same recipe. Ben and May were used to it, but other parents weren’t so understanding. or Sometimes not eating is seen as rude and disrespectful, but he can't help it. (title from Skinny Skinny by Ashton Irwin)

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[marvelousbutterfly]

You'll never make it like that (too bad) - Chapter 1

Peter's sensory issues applied to what he ate as well, to the point where it affected his day to day life. This is 5 times Peter's selective eating fucked him over + 1 time he knew how to handle it.

(To clarify - Peter's issues with food are related to his sensory issues, so he's selective based on textures, color, size, taste, smell and other aspects of food.)

Read on ao3

1

When Peter turned 8, he had a small, science-themed party at home. Ben and May made the most of what they had for the decoration, with a table full of test tubes filled with candy and beakers as jars of juice. They all wore lab coats made by May, and Ben provided some pairs of safety goggles to complete the costumes.

The next thing they had to decide on was the cake. May had absolutely no skills in the kitchen, and although Ben could cook delicious meals, he had no experience with baking and he wasn’t about to risk testing it on his nephew’s birthday. So a store bought cake was the best option, they concluded. It would be a very small party - only the 3 of them, Ned and his parents, plus a couple neighbors -, so a simple grocery store sheet cake would be enough and fit right in their budget. 

Peter was very specific with what he ate. He’d always order the same things from the same places, rarely willing to try something new. When it came to cakes, he liked chocolate, carrot or plain vanilla. He couldn’t stand marble cake - the mix of both colors bothered him. With that in mind, plus a list of the grocery stores Peter liked best, the couple was prepared for their last task. While May took the boy to the library, Ben would go to the places in the list in search for the perfect cake for their kid. Ben managed to get a plain chocolate cake from Peter’s favorite store, and although there was a sticker announcing it was a “new, improved recipe”, he thought nothing of it - how much could a simple chocolate sheet cake change?

The party went well - although there weren’t many people, Peter had fun. He and Ned were excited as ever with the decoration, and both squealed happily when Ben gifted the birthday boy a chemistry kit for children. Then, it was time for the cake and Peter had a smile from ear to ear.

Once they sang happy birthday and the cake was served, guests and hosts alike sat down, talking quietly as they ate the dessert. May frowned as she noticed Peter stopped eating, staring at the cake slice on his plate almost as if he was offended by it, his mouth obviously still full. When she noticed his complexion turning green, she cursed under her breath and rushed to him just as he started gagging. 

Ben soon understood what was happening, quickly calling Ned over and keeping the conversation with his neighbors going to spare Peter the unnecessary attention as May coaxed him into spitting the mouthful of cake into a napkin and took him to the bathroom to rinse his mouth. But Ben’s efforts weren’t enough, as the others soon turned their heads to see the commotion when Peter began crying loudly.

“No no no no no” he sobbed, voice getting louder and louder with each word, “Bad cake.”

As May tried her best to calm him down, Ben took care of the guests, who looked incredulously at him.

“He’s throwing a tantrum because he didn’t like the cake?” asked Mrs. Thomas, one of their neighbors. “Isn’t he a bit too old for that?”

“It’s been a long day for him,” the man said, “you know how they can get cranky.”

The truth was, Ben was still trying to understand Peter and some of his mannerisms. He was sure most of it stemmed from the trauma of having lost his parents at such a young age, and he and May were working on taking him to a child psychologist once again. 

The party quickly came to an end, with Ben trying his best to defend Peter from the guests’ judgment. Ned’s family were the last people to leave, kindly reassuring Ben after his many apologies.

As it turned out, the “new, improved recipe” the grocery store had come up with for the chocolate cake included rice krispies in the filling to add a crunchy texture to it. A texture, as May and Ben would later learn, Peter was not expecting to be on a cake. With time, all three of them learned to accommodate the boy’s needs better.

[marvelousbutterfly]

I'm almost done with the first chapter of my next story, I'm so excited!!

[marvelousbutterfly]

Strong enough to get it wrong (fearless)

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Summary: Peter is anxious about an upcoming Academic Decathlon competition and ends up pushing himself too far. Tony is there when he falls.

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To say that Peter was stressed was an understatement. There was a big AcaDec competition coming up and he did not feel ready at all. Ned and MJ both tried to reassure him, but it only eased his anxiety for a moment, before the feeling was back, making his stomach churn uncomfortably all week. 

So he practiced all day, every day, barely able to sleep. He even dreamed of it one night, for Thor’s sake. The sleep deprivation, combined with the increased intake in caffeine made him even more anxious. By Thursday, he was a shaky mess, and it was closely noticeable, judging by the concerned looks he got from his friends all day. Even Happy eyed him suspiciously from the rear view mirror on the way to the Tower - Peter had almost forgotten it was a lab day.

Rocking side to side, one hand tapping repeatedly on his thigh as the other held onto his flashcards tightly so he could read despite the movement of the elevator, Peter didn’t even notice he was on the floor of Tony’s lab until he heard someone clear their throat. He looked up from the paper in his hand.

“Oh hey, Mr. Stark.”

Tony eyed him up and down, his eyes narrowed and eyebrows close together.

“You okay, kid?”

“Peachy,” Peter said, forcing a toothy smile.

“Hmm” was all he got in return.

If Tony noticed he was lying, he didn’t mention it. They soon got to work, Peter nervously moving his leg up and down the whole time, fingers tapping on the workbench in an unsteady rhythm. In between tasks, he would try and recite the information he had memorized for the competition for practice, cursing under his breath whenever he messed anything up. 

“Peter?” Tony called.

“Hm?”

“Are you sure you’re okay, bud? I’ve been calling you for a while.”

“Right, I’m sorry!” the boy shook his head to try and concentrate, “Wha- What do you need, Mr. Stark?”

The man rolled his eyes, gently pushing Peter by the shoulders back into the chair.

“What I need is for you to stop hiding things from me. What is it? Head injury? Stepped on lego again? Out with it.”

Peter swatted his inspecting hand away.

“I’m not hiding an injury, Mr. Stark. Promise.”

“What is it, then? Is it that girlfriend of yours?”

“Her name is MJ and you know it,” Peter rolled his eyes, then sighed as he saw Tony’s unimpressed expression. He knew he couldn't stall anymore. “I’m just a bit nervous about a competition that’s coming up. Haven’t been able to practice much.”

Okay, so that was a half-lie. He had been practicing almost 24/7, but it didn’t feel like much.

“Why don’t we practice here, together?” Tony offered.

So that’s what they did. Tony would ask the questions from Peter’s flashcards and help him remember some of it.

It wasn’t going very well, though, as Peter kept forgetting or mixing up some of the answers. His hand that wasn’t flapping nervously by his side came up to rub at his chest, where there was an uncomfortable feeling. It kept intensifying as the questions went on, until he could barely breathe or hide it anymore..

“Come on, Pete, you know this one. We talked about it last week, remember?” Tony coaxed him patiently.

“It’s, uh” Peter tried, but he couldn’t concentrate anymore. He frowned, rubbing his chest harder as he felt it get tighter.

“Peter?” he heard his mentor call, but it sounded distant. That was weird, wasn’t Tony next to him just now?

His breaths started coming in gasps as his chest got too tight. He blinked a few times, in a futile attempt to clear his head. Suddenly, he felt something cold under him. Oh, he was on the floor. When did he get there? Peter could hear his own wheezing breaths now, and his head felt too fuzzy for him to make out anything else.

A warm hand against his caught his attention, though only partially, as he was still drowning in the sound of his ragged breathing.

“Can you feel that?” a voice asked, breaking through the fog, “Try to match my breathing.”

His hand was now against another surface, which went up and down slowly. That felt so peaceful. He tried copying it, maybe then he could feel more peaceful too. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he wanted to give up, but something stopped him from moving his hand.

“Yes, you can do it,” the voice was back, even more gentle than before. “In, and out.”

He did his best to concentrate on the voice and the sensation on his hand. After what felt like hours, he could finally breathe again, and his heart didn’t feel like it was trying to escape anymore.

“There you go,” he heard again. Was that Tony? “Can you try to open your eyes now?”

So that’s why it was so dark. Peter squeezed his eyes shut even more tightly, trying to feel them again, then opened them slowly. The lights were dim, comfortably so. He was sitting on the floor, propped up against the wall, and sitting right in front of him was Tony, who looked concerned.

“Hey buddy,” the man said, “good job. Just keep taking deep breaths.”

His mentor was holding one of Peter’s hands against his own chest, taking exaggerated breaths for him to copy. After a few more minutes, Peter was no longer shaking and his breathing was finally back to normal. He tried rocking back and forth, but the panic attack had drained all of his energy, it seemed, because his body just sagged against Tony. The man held him tight and started rocking both of them instead, knowing the motion was comforting to Peter.

It didn’t take long for Peter to fall asleep like that, and Tony carried him to the couch once he was certain the boy wouldn’t wake up.

Later that evening, Tony called May to let her know what had happened, and they both worked together to create a healthy study schedule for the upcoming competition - with no caffeine involved this time.

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Irondad Creator Awards 2024 - Info Post

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Oh in other very important news, I adopted a puppy 💕

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I'm back

Hi, I'm finally back! I've been struggling with some stuff, but I'm back to writing. Thank you to those who kept reading and leaving comments on my Autistic Peter Parker series <3 And thank you to those who nominated and voted for me on the Irondad Creator Awards, it means a lot!

I'm working on a new one-shot, but for now there is a ficlet for you all. I will be posting the entire thing here soon, but here's the ao3 link:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works