Found out that the dickhead (affectionate) has figured out that the food is in the utility room cupboard. He has figured out how to hook his claws into the door, pry it open, and get into the fucking cupboard at night, where he then shoves his head in the bag and eats as much as he wants.

Nobody's perfect — Chapter 2

Catherine’s aunt is visiting for two weeks and is determined to find her niece a decent partner. Who will it be...?

In this chapter, Catherine’s aunt launches her matchmaking campaign and catches the couple even more off guard.

Catherine found, rather alarmingly, that complaining about Jackson was satisfying, and once she started, she couldn’t seem to stop. “And he’s filthy. He smells like a rubbish tip from a mile away.” “Cathy,” said the aunt, “I’ve watched you clean this flat for an entire Sunday. You’re telling me you couldn’t wash two metres of man?”

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"I don't smoke, except for when I'm missing you, to remember your mouth, how it tasted true"

That’s a pure matchmaking romcom made merely for fun and to play with some headcanons I have about Catherine. Nothing dramatic, just some situational comedy. Hope you’ll enjoy it ❤️

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- sweet pastry for breakfast

- snack around 11-12 (also sweet most likely)

- quick, casual lunch (like a panino) in the mid to late afternoon

- multi-course feast circa 9 PM

- approximately 3 to 8 espresso shots spread throughout the day