This request came as a follow up to the last episode that presented Emma as someone that needed the curse and the hard life that she had in order to become the awesome person that she is.
The purpose of this post is to dismiss all these ridicules claims that the writers chose to make as canon. We who KNOW Emma so well KNOW that no matter what were the circumstances of her life, she would still possess all of these qualities that make her special and unique because these are features of her true nature and character.
These qualities were only enhanced after she had her family and people that love her by her side, just imagine where she would have reached if she had that kind of support her entire life.
This is just a lil’ drabble idea I had because I have been LOVING the sweater weather over here. I live in oversized jumpers. Plus, Wonwoo and I are both lanky, jumper loving dorks so I had to write this. Probably not the best quality but oh well.
Name: “Sweater Paws”
Character: Jeon Wonwoo (SEVENTEEN)
Word Count: 789
(love him. gif credit to the original owner)
A gentle sigh traipsed off of your
tongue. You aimlessly read the same words over and over again.
“Sorry (Y/N) but I am going to be
home late. I love you <3”
Wonwoo worked so
hard. You were a little sad about it. Of course you missed him, but
you were more worried that your boyfriend would overwork himself: run
himself down. Admittedly, you yourself had had a long day. Days like
this, you just longed for your lanky boyfriend to crash with you,
sprawled lazily across the bed you shared. You meekly replied to
Wonwoo and collapsed onto your sofa. It felt surprisingly empty. You
could have been sitting in an empty desert and it would have felt
exactly the same. At that moment, a shiver ran along your spine. The
winter months had started to creep in and that of course brought a
harsh change in temperature. You scrunched up your nose at the sudden
cold. Bumps began to rise up on your bare arms and your muscles
shuddered. Defeated, you ran into your bedroom. You scoured high and
low for a suitable jumper to fend yourself from the chill. Then,
yours eyes stopped at a lump of grey fabric at the end of your bed.
You hastily put it on. It was too big. The sleeves ran just past the
palms of your hands, the hem of the jumper met mid thigh. It was
perfect. As you scurried into the kitchen for a hot drink, a familiar
scent hit you. You lunged for the coffee machine but not before you
realised what it was you were smelling. It was men’s cologne. It was
Wonwoo. A contented smile shot across your rosy cheeks. You fondly
grasped the warm mug and snuggled into the couch. Without him being
there, Wonwoo had still made you blush.
bonus (because come on): “Emotions are never black and white. They’re more like symptoms: you lose your breath every time they enter a room; your heart beats faster when they walk by; your skin tingles when they stand close enough to feel their breath.”
hurt /perfect/“Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name, like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables. like a charm, like a spell.” ~ Ann Carol Duffy
“That’s Ennoshita for you.. He really understands the principle of ‘regaining your peace of mind when looking at someone who’s even more nervous than yourself’”