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@casswilscn
Rydell 📲 Cass
Rydell: This is why I never plan on having kids. Too much stress on the body.
Rydell: Kids are okay I guess but nope.
Cass: You say that now, but give it time.
Cass: I'd bet money you'll meet someone and change your mind at some point.
Cass: But it does seem like hella work.
Rydell 📲 Cass
Rydell: They may be but Texas heat? No thank you.
Rydell: Used to it, yes. Able to function with it? Not so much.
Rydell: That's very fair. It basically makes you an oven- and when the oven is already at a higher body temp? God, how do you not die? My grandmother had several kids. Not sure how she did it.
Cass: They can be.
Cass: Okay, fair point.
Cass: Right? They call it a bun in the oven for a reason. Just sucks we gotta be the oven.
Rydell 📲 Cass
Rydell: Hard pass, no offense.
Rydell: I already naturally run hot. Coming off of heat and then getting warm weather on top of it? No thank you. Wake me up when it's fall again.
Rydell: I honestly do not know how pregnant weres survive.
Cass: Rude. My family is delightful. As is my home state.
Cass: Okay, fair. But doesn't that just mean you should be more used to the heat?
Cass: As much as I eventually want kids, I don't know how ANY pregnant women survive.
Rydell 📲 Cass
Rydell: Whoever decided it was okay to go from winter weather straight into the bowels of Hell can fuck the fuck right off.
Rydell: I am melting.
Cass: Gurl. This feels like a fresh spring day
Cass: Wanna come visit the fam in Texas with me? Then you'll really melt.
ambrose-russo:
Ambrose would’ve been swearing until he was blue if this was anyone else but Cass. The whole not-so-human thing had been out of the bag for awhile, but it still took him a few tries to remember that it was okay to drop the terrible act.
A small snort left him as he laid there. The only thing that moved was his head as he slowly craned it from side to side to loosen the muscles. “Wow, that smells like a huge stereotype- not all weres are graceful. Got some fast moves, but it depends on the person. Some people are clumsier than others.” He was just out of practice, or that’s what he played it off as. His reflexes were still extremely sharp; too sharp for his liking.
Cass sat upright and watched as he stretched his neck, the grin never leaving her face. "Ah, but stereotypes are based in truth, ya know. For instance, southerners say 'y'all' and 'ain' t', and we do," she retorted, intentionally thickening her accent on the slang. "Although, to be fair, I'd still probably be just as much of a klutz, even if I were some sort of supernatural. Just how my hand was destined to play out." With that, she motioned to the empty space in front of her before making grabby motions with her hands." Tell you what, you come over here and I'll massage whatever kinks out of your neck that I may have put there. "
wolfgangfalkowski:
Wolfie hated heats, and he wasn’t the type to hate things. No, he saved the word for very specific, very horrible things he could describe no other way. Heats meant he spent days uncomfortably warm, anxious, grouchy, and sexually frustrated - it wasn’t the best state to run a successful business in, but he’d always been uncompromisingly determined when it came to his restaurant. So, he took a frigid shower in the morning, popped a few aspirin, and headed into work with a smile on his face.
Midway through the day, things were not going well. His smile was forced and unconvincing, his sweat stuck his shirt to him in really uncomfortable ways, and he was just about done with the anxiety that bubbled in his chest for no reason. Wolfie - being the workaholic he was - decided against heading home for the day and instead took a short break out front, leaning against the restaurant and letting the cool air send refreshing shivers down his spine.
But even with the breeze, he didn’t stay cool for long.
Letting his head fall back against the brick of the storefront, Wolfgang sighed, digging his nails into the palms of his hands in a half-assed attempt to keep his mind off his real frustration - unshakable sexual desire. It was getting harder and harder to ignore, to push to the back of his head, and he knew deep down he’d have to leave early if he wanted to save himself from shame and embarrassment.
God, he hated his heats.
Cass paused outside the restaurant, arching a brow at the state the werewolf was in. While most of the time she was relatively goofy and easy going, she had always been pretty good at reading people. And what she was reading off of the weretiger was shit. “Damn, Wolf... you look like hell warmed over a fire made with bricks of shit.” And she wasn’t afraid to tell him what she read, either.
Why he would bother coming to work on today of all days was beyond her. Hell, Cass was as stubborn as they came, but even she would have let the stable be run by other hands if she was going through anything like this. Wasn’t that the plus side of having employees, anyway? Joining him at the side of the building, she propped herself against the wall next to him, crossing her arms as she stared way up at the giant of a man.
Cass did her best adaptation of grandma Bunny’s face, trying to look both concerned and chastising at the same time. She hoped she succeeded, but she had a feeling she probably looked perplexed more than anything. Ah well. “What the hell were you thinkin’ coming in today, ya turd?”
rydell-clarke:
Rydell was definitely not down for this heat bullshit.
In the past it hadn’t bothered her so much. She just went with it, did what she could to deal with the situation. It was inconvenient but nothing earth shattering. And it was something every were had to deal with so who was she really to complain?
But this time was different. Aside from her newly found alcohol dependency which was bordering on true alcoholism, she had been hit in the face with the soulmate shit- fuck her life. Now, in theory the soulmate thing was a good thing to have during heat events, especially since like their true wolf counterparts werewolves mated for life. Except for her there were a few problems.
One was that her soulmate was, in fact, human. That meant that even if he could understand in theory what heat was he couldn’t understand the actuality of it. (Humans got horny but it was nowhere near the same thing.) The second was that he was a human who didn’t believe in the supernatural which meant even if she wanted to explain heat to him? He wouldn’t believe her- once again, fuck her life. Then, of course, there was the awkwardness of him being her best friend’s boss (it wasn’t like she could just go and try to hookup with him without it being awkward) and the fact that she was trying to avoid him like the plague (the connection was killing her because not only was she not down for the emotional connection thing but at the end of the day she wouldn’t want a good person like Jack to be stuck with someone like her).
So, her solution? She was going to hide in her house until heat was over. It meant she wouldn’t be able to fuck anything up, she could avoid running into Jack (her current life goal, to be honest) and just wait things out. Because of her plan she texted Uriel so he wouldn’t worry about her (he may not have been a were but he would understand), stocked up on supplies so she wouldn’t have to go grocery shopping and decided to place herself on her couch, watching crappy sci-fi movies and eating ice cream.
Pathetic? Maybe. But definitely safe.
Even though she wasn’t a were herself, Cass could empathize to an extent. Some of her friends had tried to explain a heat to her, and while it was mostly beyond her experiences, it had similarities to things she’d gone through herself. So even though she knew some people wouldn’t want to see her, she was checking in on some of her friends. Stopping by didn’t seem like too much of an infringement, especially if she was bringing survival tools.
Knocking on the door of Rydell’s place, Cass waited patiently til the wolf appeared before holding up the grocery bags in offering. “I know you don’t want company, so I won’t keep you. But I come bearing the necessities of survival. We got some salty goodness in the form of chips and pretzels, sweet stuff in the form of ice cream and fruit snacks, and of course,” she paused before raising the bag in her other hand. “...booze.”
-find someone at looks at you the way Cass looks at food-
Hot Stuff || Cass & Rhett
rhettvanessen:
Rhett snorted – if he wasn’t currently burning up from the inside, he might of even rolled his eyes and delivered a sharp comment. What? He could be clever and funny when he wanted to. And sure, usually his humor was cutting. Except, something about Cass made him softer, somehow. Less of an obnoxious dick. Maybe it was ‘cause she was every bit an asshole herself.
“Well, if you’re going to offer to feed them to me with your mouth,” he drawled, gaze tracking her as she stalked closer. “I wouldn’t complain.” And there it was, that wolfish smirk of his. Rakishly charming, that was Rhett van Essen.
His smirk only grew as her gaze raked over him, soaking him in. Rhett knew how he looked, knew from experience Cass appreciated his particular brand of handsome. But still, he couldn’t help but zero in on that little lip bite of hers, humming involuntarily as she touched him.
He moved – quick, far too quick for any human – and reached out to grip her by the wrist, tugging her forcibly towards him, smirk earning a touch of arrogance. “Yeah? And are you going to keep talking about how hot I am, Cassandra, or are you going to straddle me already?”
“Mmmm, no way. If they’re in my mouth, they’re getting eaten by me. You should know this by now.” There were few things in life Cass didn’t play around with, and food was high up on the list. When it came to food, she was every bit the southern girl, preferring a huge slab of steak and a pile of potatoes to a measly salad. And chocolate? Forget about it. “So you might not complain, but rest assured you’d be in trouble for snatchin’ my chocolate.”
The gasp that slipped past her lips at his sudden movement couldn’t be helped - the speed surprising her still, despite the time she’d been spending around supernaturals lately. It was quickly replaced by a growl though as she came face to face with him and he used her full name. “Not gonna do shit but tease you if you call me that again,” Cass threatened, though they both knew it was an empty threat. She hated being called Cassandra, sure, but why punish herself as well?
Climbing into his lap and doing exactly as he asked, she brought her face within mere inches of his, taking a deep breath and noticing he even smelled different today. “So, what are you going to call me, now?” she asked before licking her lips slowly, realizing that despite his supernatural strength and draw, with his heat upon him, she held even more power over him than usual.
Hot Stuff || Cass & Rhett
rhettvanessen:
Rhett felt like shit – skin too tight, too hot. He knew how to solve the issue, knew how to ride his heat out. It required getting up, going to some bar, finding some willing body to get lost in, to fuck himself through the worst of the god awful heat. Except, this sort of state tended to make him a bit too aggressive – too fucking needy.
So yeah, he’ll admit to being mollified when Cass had texted him, had offered herself up on a silver platter, for all intents and purposes. Cass was familiar – he knew her body, knew what she could take. Sure, she was human, but he knew her limits. He didn’t have to be gentle, didn’t have to be careful.
Which led him to now, shirtless, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, arm thrown over his face as he leaned back in his chair.
He smirked, arm falling away as he glanced to the side, at her. “So, yourself?” he said, voice an octave deeper than usual.
And just when she thought he couldn’t get any more attractive, his voice got lower, sending a chill through her. “What, no love for my heat pun? Tough crowd,” she shot back with a playful grin before shrugging her shoulders. “Again, I more meant the chocolates, but sure. We can go with me. I am pretty fucking fabulous.”
She tossed the shopping bag onto the end table next to his chair, standing in front of him with her head tilted to the side. “I’m torn between telling you that you look ridiculously sexy like that, or like shit. It’s the weirdest damned combination of the two.”
Her eyes moved along his frame again, taking in his sculpted physique with a grin of appreciation.Things with Rhett were easy. They both knew where they stood and essentially got the best of both worlds; good friends and great sex.
Biting her lower lip, she leaned forward to trail a finger down the Alpha’s chest, eyebrows jumping in surprise at just how much hotter he was than normal. With a soft whistle, she remarked, “Damn. Guess there’s a reason they call it a heat...”
