thwam

anonymous asked:

hc that Evan had a lisp when he was younger or that he couldn't pronounce his r's

YES OR BOTH.
• Evan always had a lisp when he was younger
• ever since he could first speak
• in fact, his baby voice was so cute that it melted Heidi’s heart
• especially when he was 4 and his pet goldfish died
• Heidi tried to convince him that his fish swam away to an aquarium
• “goldie thwam away?”
• “yes, sweetie.”
• “oh.”
• “it’s okay to be sad, Ev.”
• “I’m not thad. I’m thure goldie ith very very happy there”
• HEIDIS HEART MELTED BC HER SON WAS SO PRECIOUS
• whenever Heidi went out for groceries she would buy Evan a little treat at the counter
• it was usually lollipops
• “can i have a lollipop, mommy?”
• “of course! ask the nice lady at the counter.”
• so curly haired little Evan would patter over to the counter and flash a smile at the lady
• “can I have a red lollipop pleathe?”
• THE LADIES AT THE STORE LOVED HIM BECAUSE HES JUST SO CUTE AH
• Heidi would always hear such nice things about her son whenever he had a babysitter
• But even though Evan was a super social kid, he still got anxiety
• his anxiety, at age 4, was usually accumulated through dreams
• he would have nightmares
• so he would run into his mom’s room, sucking on his fingers and tears stained on his cheeks
• “mommy?” He would whisper
• Heidi would turn over, sighing sleepily. “Yes, Ev?”
• “I am having nightmareth”
• Heidi would just open her arms and snuggle him
• you could even hear his lisp when he snored
• by the time Evan entered the first grade, he was a big reader
• it was also his first time being around a lot of kids at once
• he didn’t speak much so he listened
• just through reading and listening to the other children speak, Evan slowly learned how to pronounce his “S”’s
• that’s how he lost his lisp
• but he was still a cutie

SoMa Week - Day 6: Bandages

((Well obviously I’m very late; I didn’t have time to write over the weekend.  But this is part two of this and I didn’t want to leave it unfinished and the next one is also special.  So here is some belated SoMa Week!))

Maka wraps her hands with the thin white bandages, glaring at the punching bag dangling ahead of her with a sharp focus.

One week.  It had been almost one week since she had been accosted in a dark alley, and the man who put his body between hers and a knife was still lying in the hospital with no name.

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