run for your life

wren adams. thirty-three. new york city. the bronx. paranormal podcaster. Woke up on the ᴡʀᴏɴɢ SIDE ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀʟIᴛʏ And there's a m a d n e s s that's just coursing right through me And as far as the time, far as the time Not sure I'm there yet but I'm certain I've a r r i v e d Oops I, did it again, I Forgot what I was losing my mind about I only wrote this down to make you press ʀᴇᴡiɴᴅ And send a message, "I was ( ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ) ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ( ᴍᴇɴᴀᴄᴇ" )

[wrenadvms]

I saw [WREN ADAMS] at a coffee shop in [THE BRONX] today. I forgot how much [SHE] looks like [ELIZABETH OLSEN]. They are a [THIRTY-THREE] year old [PARANORMAL PODCASTER] who’s been in NYC for [THIRTY YEARS] now. Every time we run into each other, they are always [ADVENTUROUS & CURIOUS] but I’ve heard people say they can also be [OBSESSIVE & IMPATIENT]. [BITTER BY FLETCHER] reminds me of them every time it comes on the radio.

hey!!! i’m jess and super excited to be here. i can’t wait to interact and write with you all. underneath the cut i’ll delve more into wren and her past/present. thank you for even reading this far. 

moved to the bronx when she was barely three years old with her dad. her mom disappeared when she was two. she isn’t sure exactly what happened. no one is. she was on her normal run through the woods in their pacific northwest town. she never returned home. her car remained untouched in the parking lot. only her abandoned walkman found on the trail with no other evidence. after intense scrutiny on her father, he decided to move them across the country -- to a place so big no one would pay attention to them. wren still wonders what happened to her mom, but doesn’t believe her dad was involved at all.

her dad working a lot meant wren was left to her own devices. she went to school and came home. prepared most of her own meals and then explored every inch of her block. sometimes she traveled a little farther, but that was rare as she didn’t want to end up like her mom and worry her father. she heard so many stories from the man who owned the bodega, mr. gonzalez. he took a soft spot for her and regaled her with ghost stories and the like. 

school was school. she went, she learned, she graduated. college was more of an affair. she didn’t stray far from home. fordham was the easy choice with a degree in journalism. she was always drawn to the mysterious and unknown. new york city was filled with so much history it seemed like there was never a shortage of information or legends. 

she worked for a small online publication until she fell in love with podcasts. it was a medium that was new and exciting. it was something that just made sense. in the early days, she stumbled through it mostly just to figure out how to make it work. after several failed attempts, she landed with the after hours sessions -- a paranormal podcast mostly centered around new york city and surrounding areas. 

she’s generally obsessive when it comes to work. she gets a lot of emails and suggestions for new haunts or stories. she spends a lot of time researching and traveling the city. it always seems like there’s something new to find. she’s trying to be better about meeting people and connecting. it feels hard, but she’s trying to stick to it. she’s also a complete bisexual mess. 

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My face, thanks to this stupid eyeliner, looks just like it did when I left the house this morning. When, like an idiot, I still believed that the worst of this nightmare was over.

Sorry for Your Loss 2.04 Mr. Greer

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𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 → WREN

Aubrey: 😂😂

Aubrey: I guess you can judge me a little 🤷🏻‍♀️

Aubrey: How much has changed since the last time I saw you?

Wren: nah, not over this. maybe something else. rain check on that. plus you could judge me for far worse.

Wren: well, my podcast is actually up and off the ground. good numbers. left that job at the newspaper. same old wren.

Wren: now give me everything i've missed. what's new? what's changed? you happy?

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𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 → WREN

Aubrey: Or just unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him 🙈

Aubrey: Tease me all you want but I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one.

Aubrey: I’d still love to hear the full Wren Adams update ♥️

Wren: we all had that phase, so i can't blame you. i hunt ghosts basically for a living.

Wren: clearly not! it was a whole phenomenon. i wouldn't judge.

Wren: well i want the whole aubrey jennings update too. what do you want to know?

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𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 → WREN

Aubrey: I guess 2008 me would totally dig the fact I look like a glittery vampire 😂

Aubrey: I had so much fun. I'm still so happy that I got to run into you.

Wren: are you saying you were basically pretending to be edward? i'm tucking that away to tease you about later.

Wren: yeah, it's been a while. some sort of spring miracle or fate.

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𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 → WREN

Aubrey: You have NO idea how many hours I've already spent in my shower.

Aubrey: It literally feels like a never ending body scrub.

Aubrey: And so not in a good way 😭😭

Wren: i'm pretty sure those body scrubs with stuff in them are bad for your skin anyway because they leave micro tears???

Wren: i think i've given up on the shower. my landlord is going to yell at me.

Wren: did you have fun at least?

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𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 → WREN

Aubrey: Is your glitter situation totally as bad as my glitter situation is right now? 😩😩

Aubrey: This is Aubs, by the way.

Wren: don't talk to me about glitter. i have glitter in places i didn't know that existed. it has to be illegal in these quantities.

Wren: you think i couldn't recognize you? c'mon.

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matteorojas·:

matteo knew that wren hadn’t been one to seek out the festival, in fact he could tell that she’d rather be a hundred blocks away but he admired that even with her distain for social gatherings she stuck it out for him. “i know they can..” he assured. he admired her, how she was willing to help even if it put her through a bit of discomfort that he sought to distract her from as they walked through the array of extravagant flowers. he laughed as he tried to dodge her playful shove, his head rolling back as he moved towards the flowers she admired. “who says i’m not one already, hm?” he posed the question as he looked at her from behind his shoulder as his finger ran across the petal. “i don’t know much either, if i’m being honest..” he spoke as he moved his hand to rest beneath his chin. “and if i had any.. i’m sure i’d kill them on accident.” he admitted with a hum and a grin to match. “so on that front.. we’d have to figure it out together.” he shrugged.

-👻-

       she can’t help but laugh at the way matteo plays along. it makes the festival fun. the crowds of people almost melt away. no one pays them much attention except the vendor in the stall, but she likes this. the vibrant colors and smells. the tequila seems to be loosening her up. “what’s your life of crime consist of? do you meet with other mustache twirling villains weekly? play poker? discuss your hair care routine?” wren steps closer and takes a look at each variant. she’s not used to lively and vivid things. she deals with the darker side of life -- things that go bump in the night. “alright, i’m a sucker for the colors. these are pretty? what are we looking for exactly? you have a date or something?” 

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       running her hair through her loose hair, wren looks around a little frantically. she scans the crowd for a familiar face. the flower crown and glitter station seemed like the logical place to start. after a few days of the festival, she was feeling a little less skittish around the crowds. so a flower crown with one of her friends seemed like the perfect way to start the night. it only takes a few more minutes before she sees riley and waves at him. scurrying through the crowd, she immediately loops her arm through his. “i thought maybe you gave up and faded back into the crowd. i’m so glad you’re here though.” // @rileyhirsch​

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matteorojas·:

the look on wren’s face was far too amusing to ignore, he could tell she’d been a bit off her game at the festival, the atmosphere clearly wasn’t something she loved but he’d appreciated that she came. “yes, we.” he mused as he looked around for a brief moment before spotting a booth he was instantly interested in. “they’ll survive a half hour, c’mon.” he shot back with a chuckle as he nodded for her to follow as he sipped from his own drink. the booth that had caught his eye had been an array of flowers a local florist had set up and as he lifted his hand to toy with the end of his mustache his gaze fell back on wren. “what’dya think, hm?” he asked in a soft tone

-👻-

       without hesitation, wren follows after matteo. the drink is enough to put her at ease. she’s not good with crowds. not usually. but she had to admit that it was better than she was expecting. the atmosphere was friendly and the bright colors of the flowers made her feel at ease. “you think they can handle it? i suppose they can.” her eyes drop on his hand as he plays with his mustache. she chuckles and shoves his side. “are you trying to train to become an evil villain? all that mustache twirling.” her eyes fall to the flower displays as she looks them over. “they’re pretty, but i don’t know much about flowers. which ones do you like and why? help me figure it out.” 

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matteorojas·:

matteo’s mind had been so encompassed by the food truck that he barely had enough time to register the success he’d had. the line wrapped around and practically emptied into the small crowd formed beside the stage as he finished up a large platter of tacos, filling a few drink orders. he managed to find a moment to breath, his eyes catching onto wren who had been manning the register. he eagerly grabbed her by the arm, gently tugging her away as he nodded for one of the members of his staff to take over. matteo grabbed two margaritas from the tray by the register and handed one to wren, guiding her down the small set of stairs out of the truck. “we’ve earned a break, c’mon.” he mused with a small grin.

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        working the food truck gave wren a purpose. it made her feel like she belonged at this festival. the idea of just showing up was almost laughable. what right did she have to attend? but matteo had a way about him and she was grateful. the line was never ending and she would never stop gushing about the food each person was ordering. the hand on her arm only slightly startles her as she follows her friend. trying not to smile, she takes the margarita. she trails after him sipping at the drink which tastes like heaven. “we? i feel like i’m keeping this place going. where are you taking me?” 

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txt ⟶ wren

matteo: ha, jokes.

matteo: i'm picking you up at exactly 9am, you're going to help me set up the truck

matteo: tacos, margaritas and homemade salsa is on my list

wren: excuse me??? isn't this kidnapping? setting up for what?

wren: do i need to report this for my taxes?

wren: ...do i get to eat and drink these things?

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txt ⟶ wren

matteo: hey

matteo: need your full undivided attention

wren: hello

wren: i'm sorry, i just don't think i can do that

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