On the care and feeding of Will Zimmermans...
Listen, Will -
I appreciate it, I really do, the 2109 words of unexpectedly angsty fic you've given me today. And, don't take this as a protest, because I wouldn't want you to shut down on me or anything.
Still, this was supposed to be a quick, short bit of porn, prompted by the lovely inspirations the few of us in fandom who adore you coughed up the other afternoon. You know, where you and your beloved (yes I am really limiting you to just that one word right now) Helen get to have blisteringly hot sex and you get to make her see stars.
See, and I thought you would be on board with this, being a guy and all. We've seen you in your skivvies, so we know you actually are a guy and not Magnus's personal Ken doll (obref: this is dedicated to the ones I love). But for some reason I cannot fathom, instead of clearing your desktop, or getting shoved against a door, or even finding a bed if you're in the mood for something a little sweeter...
Instead, I have 2987 words of you bleeding love from your pores and inexplicably refusing to even be in the same ROOM with the woman.
So, I just want to make this public declaration, because apparently you need it. I promise you, Will Zimmerman, you can have ALL THE FEELINGS IN THE WORLD. You can even tell her how you FEEL, if you'll only:
COUGH UP THE FRAKKING PORN.
Ahem.
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This post brought to you by the letters A, C, C, WZ and HM, and the fact that Will-girls are very silly girls. For reference, while sharing fic in progress:
Allie: ... And Will, I gotta tell you, right now I'm so not loving sharing how you feel. The crying, I'm not down with it.
Callie: Will is all. about. the. feelings. bless his heart.
Allie: Seriously. How do you even get him to porn? Do you bribe him?
Callie: I have to bribe him with ~feelings~ first. otherwise he's all NUH UH and I'm like, dude, you're a guy, what's wrong with you? :))
SO. THIS IS ME. BRIBING YOU, WILL.
I appreciate it, I really do, the 2109 words of unexpectedly angsty fic you've given me today. And, don't take this as a protest, because I wouldn't want you to shut down on me or anything.
Still, this was supposed to be a quick, short bit of porn, prompted by the lovely inspirations the few of us in fandom who adore you coughed up the other afternoon. You know, where you and your beloved (yes I am really limiting you to just that one word right now) Helen get to have blisteringly hot sex and you get to make her see stars.
See, and I thought you would be on board with this, being a guy and all. We've seen you in your skivvies, so we know you actually are a guy and not Magnus's personal Ken doll (obref: this is dedicated to the ones I love). But for some reason I cannot fathom, instead of clearing your desktop, or getting shoved against a door, or even finding a bed if you're in the mood for something a little sweeter...
Instead, I have 2987 words of you bleeding love from your pores and inexplicably refusing to even be in the same ROOM with the woman.
So, I just want to make this public declaration, because apparently you need it. I promise you, Will Zimmerman, you can have ALL THE FEELINGS IN THE WORLD. You can even tell her how you FEEL, if you'll only:
COUGH UP THE FRAKKING PORN.
Ahem.
* * *
This post brought to you by the letters A, C, C, WZ and HM, and the fact that Will-girls are very silly girls. For reference, while sharing fic in progress:
Allie: ... And Will, I gotta tell you, right now I'm so not loving sharing how you feel. The crying, I'm not down with it.
Callie: Will is all. about. the. feelings. bless his heart.
Allie: Seriously. How do you even get him to porn? Do you bribe him?
Callie: I have to bribe him with ~feelings~ first. otherwise he's all NUH UH and I'm like, dude, you're a guy, what's wrong with you? :))
SO. THIS IS ME. BRIBING YOU, WILL.