#stutter

as someone with a speech impediment, all of the people saying that only one type of stuttering is valid are wrong.

stuttering CAN look like this: "t-this is a-an example s-s-sentence"

OR this: "this-this is an example sen-sentence."

OR this: "t-t-t-th-..t-ttttthis is an example sentence."

OR this: "this is, uhm, an example, uh, sentence."

OR this: "this is an example sssssss-sentence."

OR this: "this is an examp-...this an example sentence."

sometimes the sentence won't even come out of your mouth at all.

there are probably many examples i'm forgetting, but that's the point! it usually is a mix of a few of these, but some people do one of them more often than others! some people with speech impediments have certain sounds that they almost consistently have trouble with (for me it's "st").

people with speech impediments also rarely-if ever-stutter whilst they're singing or whispering.

most importantly!!!! people with speech impediments are capable of saying a sentence without stuttering!! it can just be a gamble sometimes.

and if more people could portray the frustration that comes with stuttering and not being able to get words out, i'd be a very happy girl.

(fun fact: sometimes when my mouth won't let me say what i want to say, i get so annoyed that i just yell or grumble out "WORDS.")

Normalcy

pairing: manon bannerman x female reader

warnings: stuttering, fluff, drabble

a/n: too lazy to put pics in for this..

Everyday felt like a challenge when you had a stutter to your voice. But with Manon, your angel of a girlfriend, you never felt judged. She listened openly and made sure you took your time to speak, never rushed you, especially because since it’s a bit of a difficult task for you.

The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the dishwasher in the kitchen and the rain tapping against the windows. You sat curled up on the couch under a blanket, phone in your hands while some random movie played on the TV that neither of you were really paying attention to.

Manon was stretched out beside you, her head resting against your shoulder while she scrolled through her own phone. Every few seconds, she’d show you a funny video or a picture she found online, smiling whenever your laugh filled the room.

“L-look at th-this one.” You said, turning your screen toward her.

Manon burst into laughter almost immediately. “Oh my god, that’s literally Daniela.”

You giggled quietly, covering your mouth as she continued laughing dramatically beside you. Moments like this were your favorite—simple, peaceful, just the two of you existing together without pressure.

After a while, Manon tossed her phone onto the coffee table and sat up. “I’m hungry.”

“You’re a-always hungry.”

“And whose fault is that?” She asked, poking your cheek. “You make good food.”

You rolled your eyes playfully as she grabbed your hand, pulling you off the couch toward the kitchen. The apartment lights were dim and warm, making everything feel soft and sleepy despite it only being nine at night. Manon leaned against the counter while you searched through the cabinets.

“We still have ramen.” You mumbled.

“Perfect. Chef behavior.”

You snorted quietly at her comment, grabbing two bowls while she filled a pot with water. The entire time, she stayed close to you, occasionally wrapping her arms around your waist or resting her chin on your shoulder just because she could.

When the noodles finally finished cooking, the two of you carried your bowls back to the couch, settling under the blanket again. For a few minutes, silence filled the room comfortably.

Then Manon suddenly spoke. “You know,” She started softly, “I like nights like this more than anything.”

You glanced over at her. “R-really?”

“Mhm.” She nodded, setting her bowl down. “No cameras, no schedules, no people bothering us. Just you.”

Your face warmed instantly, and Manon smiled the second she noticed.

“There’s the blush.” She teased.

“S-stop.”

“Never.”

You tried hiding your face in the blanket, but she only laughed and gently pulled it back down.

“I mean it, though.” She said quieter this time. “You’re my favorite person to come home to.”

The words made your chest tighten in the best way possible. Speaking had never come easily to you, especially when emotions were involved, but Manon always waited patiently, never making you feel rushed.

So after a small moment, you finally whispered, “Y-you’re my favorite too.”

Her expression softened immediately. “C’mere.”

"Did-did-did-did it work?" and "Hap-hap-hap-happy Birthday!"

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