Hello. I am comp-lady, ussjaeger and thetendershark's McFassy Anon. I don't actually know if I'll post anything here, but I will reblog the asks I send them to this blog to make it easier to find them and respond to their love.

 

mcfassyanon asked
James looked himself over in the mirror, trying to figure out where new weight had come from. Glanced over his shoulder at his napping and very pregnant husband, noticing the packet of cookies on the bedside table. Thought he'd been good, resisted most of the sweet treats Michael'd had cravings for. Looked down at his pudgy stomach. Shook his head and went to crawl back onto the bed with Michael, wrapping his arms around him, hand resting on his husband's rounded middle.

daysofpastjaeger:

*squeals and dies*

mcfassyanon asked
His sister understood, Steve understood, even Benedict did, but it was still hard. He'd asked James anyway, despite knowing that James was working, there'd be no way he could get away even for a night, but he'd felt he had to ask. James had said no, sadly, wishing he could go. The night before Michael left, James had offered to ask, see if maybe he could, but by then Michael'd already asked Catherine, didn't want to disappoint her. "Next time," he told him, kissing him goodbye before his flight.

comp-lady:

AAWWWWWWW BABBUS

;A;

mcfassyanon asked
Michael closed the door to his flat, dropping his suitcase and looking around. "James?" he called. With no reply, Michael headed towards the bedroom. Sound asleep was James on their bed. Michael smiled, kicking off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, wrapping his arms around the other man. "You're home," James said, curling against Michael, "I'm sorry you didn't win." "It's fine, I didn't care either way, I just wanted to be here with you," Michael replied. "I'm glad you're home then."

thetendershark:

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Most beautiful headcanon about Fassy’s “I don’t give a shit; I just wanna go home” Thank you!!

mcfassyanon asked
It was three weeks until the due date and Michael'd been put on bed rest for the remainder of the pregnancy. He was propped upon some pillows, reading a book which was balanced on his belly. "Hey you," James said, walking into the room. "Hi," Michael replied, placing his finger on the page and looking up at his husband. "Need anything from the store?" James asked. "Jaffa cakes?" "Okay." James walked over and gave Michael a kiss, gently rubbing his tummy. "Love you both." "We love you, too."
mcfassyanon asked
Michael couldn't sleep, his body aching he ways he'd never thought possibly. He eased himself out of bed and headed down the hall. Stood in the nursery, his hand on his bulging middle. They'd spent weeks decorating the room, Michael knew it was more for them then the baby, but he couldn't help hoping their little girl liked it anyway. He rubbed at his stomach and went to sit in the rocking chair. James found him half an hour later, reading a book of nursery rhymes to his tummy.
mcfassyanon asked
James had been away, in another country doing press for his upcoming film, so Dylan and Michael had stayed up late to call him to wish him a happy father's day, since he'd been too busy during the day. Dylan had told him he had a gift for once James returned home and that he'd made Michael promise not to tell. They did tell him what they'd done that day, how Aunt Cat had come over to help Dylan surprise Michael with breakfast in bed. Being far away, James liked hearing that his family was happy.

comp-lady:

LKSDVKLJFDSGKJLFGD

thetendershark:

Aaah ;A; Is the tension still there because of the “we can’t risk anyone finding out about us”-thingy? sneak into each other’s trailers guys! xc

Things will turn out okay!

*sigh* I don’t want to name or shame anyone, but it really makes me sad when I see someone reblog one of the lovely ficlets I wrote for someone to question Real Person Shipping. Yes, it is a thing. If you don’t like it, ignore it or unfollow the people who do like it. Tumblr Savior is a godsend when it comes to wanting to ignore things.

Here are two posts by the lovely comp-lady on RPS:

  1. SO, real life shipping. It’s is a thing. Get over it. (PART 1: Explanations abound)
  2. SO, real life shipping. It’s is a thing. Get over it. (PART 2: Examples that should make you rethink shit)

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