#ship:wram

SEND ㊭ AND MY MUSE WILL DESCRIBE HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT YOUR MUSE IN 5 WORDS.

Wren -> Liam 

Keeps me on my toes.

Bailey -> Stella 

The star I wished on.

Alex -> Hatter

One crackpot of a fairy-tale.

Wren -> Liam

[ text ]: You kept making train noises all night. Are you okay?

[ text ]: Oh ha-ha. Nice try. I can see that fake concern there, my dear. There’s only one person who would rig my laptop to play nothing but Thomas the annoyingly blue tank engine while I tried to work overnight. I was hoping playing it over the speakers would wake you up but alas.

[ text ]: There will be a reckoning my love. Just you wait.

Ryder -> Casey

[ text ]: I replaced your apple juice with whiskey six months ago.

[ text ]: ...Well...no wonder I couldn’t stay awake during morning briefings. Touche.

[ text ]: And here I thought taking my vitamins was bullshit.

“I protect myself.”

“Only an idiot waits around for someone else to come and save them. It’s not like I haven’t picked up some dirty tricks along the way. I’m a quick study.” 

Pan -> Sherlock

[ text ]: I think I’m going to retire and become a hermit.

[ text ]: Isn’t that technically what you already do anyway? 

[ text ]: Why are you saved in my phone as ‘Prison Wife’?

[ text ]: You changed it last night when you got too drunk on the spiked eggnog. Also, because obviously if you’re going to prison I had something to do with it and I’m going there too. 

“Mom.”

The pile of shiny porcelain plates Wren had been doling out clattered as she set them down roughly, ringing still as if the all ghosts at the long table were each calling out their own toast at the same time. Her mother gave her a look, tossed hair, brow raised. 

Well am I wrong?

“I thought this was supposed to be dinner, not a high school level interrogation.” Though nowadays whenever a family dinner was called and her step-father decided to tote along a coworker or two or five, it often felt that way; uncomfortable, in some places boring, and nearly always embarrassing. 

“It’s not dinner quite yet. We have time for a chat. You and me still do that right? Besides, I’m really not wrong, am I. I see the way you two talk with each other. You bounce off the walls. I don’t really understand any of what you say, but it’s surprising how you two don’t get your tongues in a knot at the speed you go.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” 

Wren blinked, stopped and blew out a breath at the look on her mother’s face. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just...we talk. Everybody talks. It’s not some revolutionary concept. Why should it be anything special?”

Her mother set down a wine glass before pulling out a chair to take a seat, ankles crossed and every bit the image she was expected to be, even when her new husband wasn’t around. “All I’m saying is you shouldn’t hold off just because of me and Gideon. I know you do. I just want you to be happy, baby. Not many things make you light up anymore-”

“They do,” she frowned, arms folding and entirely forgetting the stack of fine china that was still waiting to be touched. 

“Maybe. But not in the same way. I mean the kind of ‘light up’ like when your father took you to that air field for Christmas when you were ten. Or that time that old theater let you tinker with one of their projectors? See, you’re even smiling right now even though you’re mad at me for being right. I just mean the kind of ‘light up’ that’s like...wow, fireworks!, Abby. You understand? And that boy is like an entire Disneyland show. I like Liam. He’s good for you. And you aren’t very hard to figure out when you’re happy.”

Her mother smiled, a toothy victorious grin as she watched Wren’s entire body shift. Once tall and defiant, now gentle and soft. Her daughter’s face was starting to burn almost as red as her hair, even as she tilted it downward and away from her. She placed a hand on the table, hooking an ankle around a chair leg to bring it closer to her before sitting down. 

“Fine...I’ll admit he does make me laugh...”

Halloween, between the two of them, is Wren and Liam’s favorite holiday- being someone who you aren’t and covering yourself up without people questioning you, even if they’re looking right at you. Of course, Liam likes the more fun lighthearted side of the holiday because it means he can down the most candy flavored ice cream without anyone batting an eye, but he gets into the costuming just as much as Wren does. Which means that deciding on a couples costume between the two of them takes. Hours. Literal. Hours. 

They flip flopped between Snow White and the Huntsman for a bit, though Wren was definitely not going to put in the effort of dying her hair black- go big or go home. And they weren’t doing the Peter Pan and Sherlock from when they first met. Instead they went the intrepid crime solvers route as Daphne and Fred. A little nod to what they already knew about each other, even though they were completely out of the Scooby crew’s league with what they did in their spare time.

Wren -> Liam

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // You’re nice // You’re mean // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better 

Jane -> Nate

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // You’re nice // You’re mean // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

Juliette -> Callum

Send me  ♡ for a song about how my muse feels toward yours

Juliette + Callum

When I’m Gone- A Rocket to the Moon

She is such a closeted cheesy love song fan, it’s so bad. 

Wren + Liam

Beside You- Mariana’s Trench

Send me ❤  for a love song from my muse to yours.

Darcy + Mason

Trial of the Century- The French Kicks

Basically everything has romantic subtexts to her so it’s a sad song but still romantic.

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