#katnuts

[storieswithmywolf]

Their landlord called to let them know that there had been a small leak when their upstairs neighbor's pipe burst. Both they and the neighbor had been away at the time, so it was a while before anyone noticed. Jonas was instantly peeved when they realized that they and the landlord defined "small" very differently. Most of their bedroom furniture was ruined, and all of their clothes were soaked through. Kitty mourned her leather shoes while Jonas glared at the ceiling and the bed in turn. Kitty appeared next to him, pulling his hands down to his side. "You're going to go bald if you keep ripping your hands through your hair like that," she said, leaning up to kiss him lightly. "I know this sucks, but it's not that big of a deal," she added as he continued to frown. "I know, I know," he sighed, shutting his eyes and starting to lift a hand to his hair again, but Kitty tugged it down again, looping their hands behind his back. "It's just... it's frustrating, living where so many other people--strangers--can screw up your home," he said, looking down at her. "I need my own place, where I can do what I want, and I'm the only one to mess it up." Her eyebrow arched up. "Your place?" He sighed but grinned. "Our place. You know what I mean." She let go of his hands and wrapped her arms fully around his middle, neck craning to keep looking up at him. "You need your castle," she said with a gentle roll of her eyes. "You're such a stereotype sometimes, you know." "Am I?" She nodded. "Honestly, you're a cowboy hat away from being a country song," she said. He considered, brushing her hair off her shoulders absently. "Like classic country or new country?" "Classic sound, new looks," she replied with a grin. It brought a reluctant smile to his face as well. "See? That's a face that could launch a national tour." He chuckled at that. "So I'm a country boy, what's so bad about that?" "Nothing. Well, the muddy boots get annoying." "I'll keep that in mind," he told her. "Now, if my life is a song, isn't this the part where I do this?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her, walking her backwards to their blessedly dry couch. --- The clean up process was handled by the landlord, whose tortoise-like pace only aggravated Jonas more. The whole mess seemed to annoy him every time it was brought up, from furniture shopping to an offhand comment from Kitty missing a purse. Every time this happened, she cajoled him back to calm, and he did feel rather ridiculous about his reactions, but it all just got under his skin. Even to the evening they returned to the apartment. Kitty came in from work just in time to hear him swear at something. "I hope you don't kiss your mother with that mouth," she said, leaning in the doorway to the bedroom. Jonas looked up from the mostly finished bed frame he was putting together and gave her a small smile. "Hey," he said flatly. She moved over to him, rubbing his shoulders. "What's wrong? Instructions all in Swedish or something?" He shook his head. "I just hammered my finger," he said. "But I'm tired of dealing with all this," he said, gesturing to the bed and the situation as a whole. "Well you look like you're almost done," Kitty pointed out. "And this is the last thing, right?" He nodded. "A few more last nails, then just drop the mattress on it," he agreed, leaning against her legs, into her touch. "You forgot the last step," she told him, leaning down with her arms crossed over him, hands spreading across his chest. "Once we get it all set up, we have to break it in," she said simply. He grabbed one of her hands and pulled her around. "I like the way you think, woman," he said, turning in to kiss her. After a moment she pulled back. "Uh uh," she said, wagging a finger as she stepped away. "You gotta nail that before you can nail me," she said with a cheeky grin, and he laughed. "Besides, I want a shower," she added, slipping around the bathroom door before giving him one last look over her shoulder. "Don't keep me waiting." Jonas finished his work quickly with his newfound motivation, plopping the mattress into place a few minutes later. He gave the sheets on the dresser a glance before deciding they could deal with those later, already dragging his shirt over his head as he walked to the bathroom. @infireandblood

[inhabitantsofmyhead]

❤ katnuts

MAKIN’ SHIT UP

Dating:

Where was their first official date?In the city? An awkward dinner date at a place that was a little too fancy for comfort for either of them, both of them trying to… not so much impress as not be terrible?Once they admitted they ~liked~ each other… carnival type thing? Something fun. With Kitty constantly snuggled up trying to steal Jonas’ body heat because autumn/winter. Coming home to warm up with cider or hot chocolate and blankets and a fire (if they’re in the house).

What is their favorite date location?They have a restaurant in each place that they both really like to go to. In the country it’s a little Italian place run by very much non-Italians but it’s super tasty. In the city it’s a rooftop cafe with cheap coffee and great baked goods.

How many dates before their first kiss?An entire engagement? Idk if we decided the whole just-before-the-wedding kiss was canon or not, but it’s cute and I love them

Who asked who out first?Taryn and Nate told them (but Jonas would’ve (probably) made the first Would You Like To Go To Dinner move because he’s trying)

How many dates before they considered each other a couple?HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Friends:

How many mutual friends do they have?Initially, zero. Now they’ve met each others’ Packs and are getting to know those people. Dylan and Carmen. A few work people, neighbors… So a few outside of the packs.

Which one of their friends is most likely to get in between an argument between the ship?I think Taryn would have enough sense to sit either of them down and tell them all about themselves and to go fucking apologize.

Which one has more friends?Kitty? But, like, Jonas has that small town vibe going where most people know him around there.

Which one has introduced the other to more people?Jonas, because of the above.

Did they start out as friends and made their way to a couple, or were they a couple almost right away?It keeps getting better.

Arguments:

What do they argue about the most?Jonas worrying too much. Jonas being too much of a pushover probably comes up. idk man they’re perfect they don’t argue

How do they usually solve their disagreements?They both feel bad, from the record so far. XP Probably just talk it out, then make up. (:<

Do they argue a lot or not very often?Not very often.

Who admits to being wrong more often?They both start apologizing at the same time. Outsiders probably get really annoyed at them.

Sex:

Who is more likely to initiate sex?Kitty

Do they prefer to do it in a bed, or do they prefer a chair, or perhaps the shower?  Maybe other spots?Bed is nice, but not the only place. Bath(room), kitchen, pillow forts…

Do they practice any kind of bdsm in the bedroom at all and if so, what kinds?Light bondage, blindfolding probably. I don’t think Jonas could actually hurt Kitty, or it’d have to take a lot of convincing. He’d be dubious about much more done to him, but he’d give it a try.

Who’s usually more dominant in the bedroom?I’d say Kitty usually has the reins, but Jonas will take them if he wants.

Lights on or off?Yes.

Do they share any kinks?Ummmmmmmmmm idk

Does either one have any kinks that they don’t have in common with the other?If they do, Kitty seems the type to be more aware of hers. Jonas is pretty vanilla because it’s worked for him, and so he hasn’t run across much in the way of “weird” kinks.

Have they ever had sex anywhere public before?Oh man, probably.  Probably something like Kitty teasing and then getting more than she might have originally expected?

Who would be most likely to suggest bringing in a third person and who would that person be?This is tough, because Kitty is more adventurous, but I don’t imagine her being willing to share Jonas. Jonas says, “I’ll try pretty much whatever you want, but you [Kitty] are all I need.”

Cuddling:

When are they most likely to cuddle?Literally all the time.

Where is their favorite place to cuddle?Everywhere. (Pillow forts, in front of fires, bed)

Who’s usually the big spoon?Jonas, he’s the big everything

Do they cuddle often?Literally all the time.

Marriage:

Are they married?  If not, is it something that could happen between them?So married

If they are married, where did they get married at?  If not married, what is their dream wedding location?An outdoor wedding near the border of their territories.

If married, who proposed to who?  If not married, who would be more likely to propose to who?They got told. Jonas I think would want to propose, but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if Kitty just burst out one day with a proposal because impatience.

If they are married, which one moved in with the other?  If not married, who would be more likely to move in with the other?Yes (but they’ll probably settle in the country)

Children:

Do they have kids?  If not, would they consider having kids?JONAS WANTS THE KIDLETS

How many kids do they have?  If no kids, how many kids would they want to have?Two to three probably.

What are the children’s names?  If no kids, what would they name their kids?Man, idfk

Random:

What are three random headcanons you have about the ship that are not related to romance or sex?Kitty gets Jonas into gaming… a bit. He prefers stuff like Fallout, or “silly” things like Mario Cart. She’s more competitive than him, but he does gloat a bit when he manages to beat her. They go do touristy things in the city sometimes because lbr Jonas is like a tourist.Jonas always offers to drive cause he feels like a giant in her car. Kitty finds it hilarious.

Which one is more likely to suggest getting pets?Kitty

Which one eats more snack foods?Kitty, but Jonas does drive-by theft of bites of her snacks

What is their favorite movie to watch together?Kitty is slowly making Jonas watch classic horror flicks, so that’s their go-to

What is their favorite tabletop game to play together?What are good tabletop games for two people? I feel like this is not a thing.

What are your three absolute favorite things about this ship?The unnecessary yearning they do before they realize the other feels the same. SMOL AND TOL. Just everything about them okay

What is one thing you don’t like about this ship?That we can’t write them 24/7

If you had to rate this ship on a scale of 1-10, what would you give it?47

[storieswithmykelpie]

They wake as one. Gasping, chests bowing as if it were <I>their</I> hearts being ripped out. Hands find one another in the dark, Jonas pulling her into his lap. Their Pack is hurting. It calls for action but Kitty is paralysed. Caught in this sensation of dying. The phone rings. Scaring a scream from her. On and on until she's crawling forward, Jonas crowding behind. "Run," Nate demands. His voice wet. "Get who you can and run---" @inhabitantsofmyhead

[inhabitantsofmyhead]

📱 katnuts

[text] They’re out of our usual creamer. Do you want snickerdoodle or mocha?

[text] I have an idea but it requires you to be in a swimsuit when I get home in ten minutes.

[text] The guys are arguing about gaming systems. Which one do you think is best so I can fight the good fight?

[text] I’m running late. I hate the subway.

[text] Did you really draw a heart on the mirror in fake blood?

@cullenwrites

[infireandblood]

@inhabitantsofmyhead Silver burns like a bitch in her veins. A thousand tiny daggers through her veins. Leaving her twisting, writhing, getting herself twisted in their sheets. She isn’t sure how long she screams. Long enough that her throat refuses to co-operate when she wakes. The look on Carmen's face as she reaches out for Jonas is enough to tell her that Something has happened. An incident. A changing. Instantly she's trying to rise, body weak but her fear and panic for her husband more than the weariness of her bones. "He's..." "He went after them," Dylan tells her, picking up for Carmen when the bad news is too much. This must be what it's like to have cops at your door. That brief moment between life and death. The pain can't keep her in bed. It tries, burning through her with a vengeance. Even Dylan tries but his hands shift to support when it's obvious there is no stopping her. A wounded wolf in search of her Mate is a dangerous thing. "You should rest, Kitty, the silver..." They don't need to tell her she isn't safe yet. She can feel how it cuts paths through her. It is a poison which could very easily win. She has to fight, but she can't with him gone, with that yearning absence. "No," she finally croaks. Regrets it when it feels like rusted cutlery in her throat. How long had she screamed for? Hours and hours and life times. It's Dylan who drives finally, Kitty lost beneath a layer of blankets. Her directions are vague. North. North. North. Turn left. On and on. Following the feel of him, that anger and grief she can feel. It ends in walking. Of course. Her body shutting down on her, Kitty barely aware but on she goes. Left foot, right foot, left foot... At some point Dylan and Carmen each take a side. Helping her through until the sound of voices greets them. The words themselves are lost on Kitty. She doesn't care. It's the voice. The voice enough to have her stumbling forward, a moth to a flame. Nate turns, moves to protect her but she pushes past. She'd come this far, no one was stopping her. "Jonas?" It breaks on her lips, agony mixing with sheer desperation. Another step and her legs give way, body finally deciding enough was enough.

[storieswithmywolf]

the countryside’s moon

He normally looked forward to the monthly turning, but this month Jonas was even more excited. Last month had been awful, but somehow he knew this time would be better.  Energy and anticipation ran through him like electricity.  He was out in their backyard, pacing as the sun went down.  Despite the chill of the November air, he wore no shirt or shoes and seemed unbothered.  He was excitedly impatient to wear a different skin, to leave the worries of humanity--work, his strange new home life, the wedding coming up soon that he still wasn’t sure how to process--and embrace carefree instinct.

Several of the pack here normally shifted at their own homes and met the rest of the pack where ever they were meeting this month, and Jonas had suggested they do the same.  He didn’t know everything about Kitty--hell, he barely knew her at all, really, it’d only been two months--but he figured she would be more comfortable turning away from a pack that was still strange to her.  She had agreed to it, and so now he waited outside for her as she took care of some things inside.  He didn’t want to rush her, but he couldn’t keep from glancing up at the back door and listening for her coming. 

@cullenwrites

[storieswithmywolf]

the city’s moon

Jonas had never quite worked out how Nate got them shorter workdays every full moon, but he appreciated it today like never before.  He felt like he was coming down with something, or like he had worked harder than usual that day, his body seeming to be one aching mass.  But it couldn’t have been work, since he barely crawled through the short hours and left as soon as possible. 

Whatever it was, it made everything feel like a chore and every move he made sluggish. But somehow he beat Kitty home still.  The apartment was empty, the silence welcome after the overbearing constancy of the city noises outside.  He figured he ought to clean himself up, get ready for the night, but he found himself stumbling over to the couch and collapsing onto it instead. ‘Maybe just a short nap,’ he told himself, hoping he’d wake up feeling better.

Unfortunately, that did not seem to be the case.  He wasn’t sure how long it had been, how much time he’d wasted, but his eyes cracked open just a bit as he heard Kitty’s keys in the lock.  He made to sit up, but only managed to prop himself up on an elbow with a groan as she entered, feeling worse than ever.

@cullenwrites  

[inhabitantsofmyhead]

@cullenwrites

He was halfway in his truck and halfway sprawled on the ground when he heard her car pull into the driveway. The fiddly bits he was working with prevented him from getting up to greet Kitty, but he was almost done anyway, and if she came around to this side of the driveway, he could talk until his hands were free. The engine cut off, but there was no opening or closing of car doors, which surprised Jonas after several beats of silence. Maybe she’s on the phone, he told himself, fitting a screw back into its place. But when he pulled himself upright a few minutes later, she still hadn’t opened a door, and he couldn’t hear a phone call.

Coming around his truck, he found her sitting behind the wheel, staring at it but not seeing it. She started when he opened the passenger door and folded himself into the seat. “I didn’t hear you come out,” she said in the stillness after he shut the door.

“I was working on my truck,” he explained simply, looking at her.

“Oh.” She wasn’t avoiding his eyes, but she couldn’t seem to muster the energy to meet them either.

“Do you want to talk?” Jonas asked after a minute. She shook her head.

“Not really.”

“Okay,” he replied. Leaning across the gap of the seats, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss against her hair. She leaned against him slightly, small hands wrapping around the arm in front of her as he leaned his head against hers.

A while later, as the car began to really cool off in the twilight, Jonas shifted to see Kitty’s face. “Do you want to go inside?”

She nuzzled across the space he had left. “I guess, except I don’t want to let you go,” she admitted.

“What if I promise I’ll make you coffee and a fire and a pile of blankets bigger than you when we get inside?”

She hummed her consideration. “I don’t care so much about that as long as you’re there.”

He smiled. “I think that can be arranged.” Sitting back, he grabbed her bag from the floor and opened the door, but waited for her. “Let’s go,” he invited gently, and with a sigh she opened her door too. He met her on her side and she reached her arms around his waist automatically, pressing into him.

“Can I still have the coffee, though?”