#↾ ֍ tamryn macher ⋯ answered ֎ ↿

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@fragmcntdstars asked:  ❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜ (stu & tamryn - older verse) // still accepting this meme

tamryn stood at the stove in one of her brother's t-shirts as she stirred a skillet of bacon and eggs. “you mean all night...it’s 6am. you’ve been in your office writing the entire night.” it was something she was used to as they were both very nocturnal creatures. “did you actually get any writing done or did you just think about me the whole night?” she certainly wouldn’t complain if it was the latter, tamryn found herself missing stu just as much when he wasn’t with her. even if he was under the same roof. “stu!” she laughed when his arms went around her from behind and his lips found her neck. she never called him ‘richard’ unless it was for appearances. when they were alone he was stu. her stu. it didn’t matter how long they’d been separated or how many years she went thinking that he was dead. “you’re going to make me burn breakfast!” she really didn’t care all that much about breakfast, he could make her forget about anything without much effort at all. “do you want to eat burnt eggs?” she breathed out. “because if you keep distracting me that’s what will happen.”

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@fragmcntdstars asked: "you look so fucking good down there." (stu & tamryn) // still accepting this meme

"stu!" tamryn giggled. "you sound like..." she tried to figure out the right words to describe just how silly her brother sounded at that moment. "like...an experienced teenage boy." and stu had lots of experience. just not with her. with those other bitches that tamryn hated just because they weren't her. casey, tatum...and probably others that she just didn't know about. and didn't want to know about. "you'd think it was your first time instead of mine."

she was increasingly aware of stu's leering eyes on her most intimate area. "are you sure you like it...like really like it...? and not just because you want to get off?" she knew stu wasn't that way - at least not with her - but there was still fear and self doubt in her mind. that and the fact that she knew what they were doing - no matter how right it felt to them - would be considered wrong by everyone. except billy and erin. erin had known tamryn's true feelings for so long and would be thrilled to hear that she was finally acting upon them. still, she was anxious at being seen this way for the first time ever and her first thought was to question everything and cover herself. she didn't of course. her hands remained at her sides, nails clawing the sheets on stu's bed. instead she stared down at herself - anything to avoid looking directly at stu as he looked at her. tamryn was already very turned on and it was evident from how wet the ginger curls covering her sex were.

"just...stop staring at me! do something!" she cried out as she squirmed.

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@fragmcntdstars asked: "you left! you left and never looked back! what was i supposed to do?" reversed for obvious reasons (tamryn & stu / older verse) // still accepting this meme

tamryn wasn't much of a reader - never had been would be - so it was purely by accident that she discovered the 'richard castle' novel in the bin at a thrift store. she'd almost tossed it aside as she continued to digging through the cat toys in said bin. almost! it was the picture on the back that had stopped her in her dead in her tracks. that face. she'd know it anywhere. stu. her brother. the love of her life. age had been very kind to 'him'richard' but tamryn surely wouldn't be. when she found him. and she would find him.

'you lying bastard! how fucking dare you!' she said loud enough to attract a few stares from the fine locals of the woodsboro community. to be fair most of them were already staring at her. the pariah. the only one left to blame for the crimes her brother and their friends had started. even if she had nothing to do with it no one would ever believe that and tamryn was long over caring to prove herself to anyone. disappearing from society as much as possible was a far easier solution. it was rare that she came into town and even more rare that she went anywhere aside from the grocery or liquor store. necessity had driven her out of recluse that day and the fine second hand cat art in the window had drawn her into the thrift shop. or fate itself maybe. because tamryn knew it was no coincidence that she'd found that book. after paying for the various pieces of above stated cat art and many cat toys she left the shop knowing what she had to do.

that was nearly six months ago. since that moment she'd made it her mission - every waking, breathing, living moment - to learn what she could about mr. richard castle. she spent countless hours researching the man and learning what she could about his life and his work. and when she found out all she needed to know - and could stand without her heart shattering even more - her mission changed. it was time to find richard and pay him a visit. one that was long overdue. that took way longer than the cumulation of information. but eventually she tracked him down. apparently he was two ex-wives and one kid in at that point. that just made her even more bitter. she hoped those marriages - and divorces - were miserable for him. she was supposed to be his forever. how could he have lived and never came to find her? how could he have put her through a life without him?

it was shortly before halloween - a time she normally spent grieving - when she headed out to find the asshole. it was a time that no one wanted to be in woodsboro anyway. especially not the sister of the infamous stu macher. after securing the help of her only friend to watch her cats, tamryn set out. the drive from california to new york - because tamryn was deathly afraid of anything that didn't stay on the ground - was a long one. that time just allowed anger to simmer slowly until it became full blown rage. tamryn was going to hit him. she was going to punch him square in the jaw. if she didn't kick him in the nuts first. either way he was going to feel her wrath.

it was late in the evening when she reached his door. nice place. it was obvious the prick did well for himself. she probably could have too if she'd cashed in on any of those interviews or book deals. for the first time she mildly regretted chasing off every single offer that came her way. didn't matter much now. richard owed her and she intended to make him pay for her suffering. in reality the only thing tamryn wanted was stu. but he didn't have to know that - at least not yet.

the door was opened by a scruffy man who looked like he'd just crawled out of bed. her heart caught in her throat. it was him. it was really him. tamryn's emotions were everywhere on the range from anger to hopefulness. she wanted to kill him. she wanted to kiss him. she wanted answers.

"you son of a bitch!" old tamryn hadn't really spoke that way. she'd spit out a few curse words here and there. but old tamryn was dead. she'd died the day she'd passed out on stu's dead body. new tamryn wasn't afraid to throw out a few - or many - f bombs. to say she was slightly unhinged might be an understatement. "you...you...utter bastard!" she didn't know if anyone was there with him but she didn't care either. "how..." she was really trying to compose herself. she was torn between wanting to punch him and wanting to jump into his arms for the affection she'd gone almost thirty years without. the affection that no one had ever been able to replace. but he'd replaced hers hadn't he? and quite easily it seemed. "you left! you left and never looked back! what was I supposed to do? how could you?" he was going to hear her out. he was going to give her answers and if he didn't he'd be sorry.

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@fragmcntdstars asked: 'i know we're meant to be.' (stu & tamryn) // still accepting this meme

tamryn looked up at her brother and smiled sadly. she wasn’t in the mood for what she considered nothing but broken promises. she knew it wasn’t stu’s fault. neither of them had planned to feel the way they did for each other but it happened and now they had to navigate through it. no matter how painful it was. “yeah.” she muttered as she picked at the orange and black halloween polish that still remained on a few of her fingernails. “if we were you wouldn’t be with her. and you wouldn’t be trying to set me up with our friends.” tamryn knew it was a coverup that was necessary but it didn’t mean it was an avenue she wanted to explore. “i hate this. i hate her. and i’m not dating randy.” she scowled. randy was an idiot but he was constantly showing interest in her and it would be an easy façade. if she didn’t find him utterly unbearable and disgusting. “is this how its going to be forever, stu? will you just marry tatum or some other woman and i’ll be forced to live some sham of a marriage while we sneak around behind our partners backs?” it sounded like a bleak existence. “that’s not a life.” she shook her head. “can’t we just disappear together? go somewhere that no one knows us and be together as we’re meant to be?” stu had a lot more to lose than she did but she’d like to think she was worth the sacrifice.

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@fragmcntdstars asked: silence. our muses having to keep down during sex, due to whatever reason. (stu & tamryn) // still accepting this meme

tamryn is loud during sex. she knows it. stu knows. a select few are also aware. but that doesn't mean their parents know it. and they don't need to. if they did they would probably never see each other again. and the thought of being separated from her brother was something that she couldn't bear. so quiet is it must be since the jerks decided to be at home that weekend and their room is right down the hall. thankfully the sibling's bedrooms are separated by an easy-access shared bathroom. tamryn saw this as their parent's one stroke of complete genius when picking out the house they resided in. it wasn't like they could have known. and thank god they didn't. it just enabled the pair to sneak around much easier on the rare occasions when they actually had to.

"okay...okay...i'll be good." she mumbles when stu clamps his hand around her mouth mid-moan. she can't resist the urge to nibble on the skin of his palm and kiss the flesh softly. "it's not my fault that you know just how to touch me." she strokes his hair as he sucks on a hard nipple and moves his hand lower into her pajama bottoms. his hand is going to spend a hell of a lot of time on her mouth, she already knows this. either that or she's going to have her face in the pillow. "fuck...don't just tease." she lifts her hips up to meet the hand that's found its way between her thighs. being quiet could be a fun game. one that she would have to work very hard not to fail at.