I wrote fic.
And it's in the wrong journalllll.
SO THERE.
(:
I'll transfer across if I can ever be bothered.
It's just a quick thing.
I just watched Shaun Of The Dead.
Liked it - but not as much as Hot Fuzz.
However, this did have the added bonus of Dylan Moran.
Yummm.
:)
Title: The End.
Rating: 15.
Pairing: Onesided David/Shaun.
Summary: David's final thoughts.
Warnings: Zombies. :)
"You never liked me anyway! Is that what this is all about?"
The words ring in David's ears, and he knows it's too late to tell them, even if he could...
What would be the point?
There are hands on his shoulders now, and he's yelling and kicking but it's not going to do anything.
David's the least athletic person possibly in the whole world.
He was bullied as a kid, growing up with his grandparents insisting on wrapping him up in layers of cotton wool and bullshit, making him wear the least fashionable milkbottle glasses and forever bloody feeding him.
Still he turned out exactly what his grandad always complained about.
An arty-farty nancy boy.
Those were the man's exact words, and that's exactly what David's grown up to become.
The irony almost makes him smile, despite the situation.
There are fingers now as well as hands, digging into his shoulders with jagged nails that tear easily through his shirt, and into his skin.
A desperate thought skitters through his mind, one that's been niggling at the back of his mind since this whole Zombie thing started.
Why could he never tell?
Stupid fucking Shaun. Thinks he knows the answer to everything - thinks I'm in love with Liz?
Yeah. Right.
She's missing something essential swinging round between her legs, that David's tried to ignore his interest in.
God he's tried.
Tried everything in his power to stop it.
Catholic school, regular beatings, going out with girls.
Nothing's worked.
He's still infatuated by his best friend's no-good, lazy, straight as fuck ex-boyfriend.
Their fingers are in upto the first knuckle now. The pain is ripping through his body like a million shards of glass being shoved directly into his shoulders, there's blood and he's lost his glasses.
David tries to think straight, as he feels himself sinking in the sea of hands and groaning, clammy bodies.
What're they going to even remember of me?
He thinks of his final word, final word that wasn't meaningless, strangled screams as he drowned.
"Shaun."
And as the stiff little hands paw away at his stomach, through bone and flesh, David lets go, with a grin and the first feeling of anarchy in his whole life.
---
Yes. Well I LIKE DAVID.
):
MORE THAN SHAUN'S MUM.
THEY SHOULD HAVE SAVED HIM.
SO THERE.
(:
I'll transfer across if I can ever be bothered.
It's just a quick thing.
I just watched Shaun Of The Dead.
Liked it - but not as much as Hot Fuzz.
However, this did have the added bonus of Dylan Moran.
Yummm.
:)
Title: The End.
Rating: 15.
Pairing: Onesided David/Shaun.
Summary: David's final thoughts.
Warnings: Zombies. :)
"You never liked me anyway! Is that what this is all about?"
The words ring in David's ears, and he knows it's too late to tell them, even if he could...
What would be the point?
There are hands on his shoulders now, and he's yelling and kicking but it's not going to do anything.
David's the least athletic person possibly in the whole world.
He was bullied as a kid, growing up with his grandparents insisting on wrapping him up in layers of cotton wool and bullshit, making him wear the least fashionable milkbottle glasses and forever bloody feeding him.
Still he turned out exactly what his grandad always complained about.
An arty-farty nancy boy.
Those were the man's exact words, and that's exactly what David's grown up to become.
The irony almost makes him smile, despite the situation.
There are fingers now as well as hands, digging into his shoulders with jagged nails that tear easily through his shirt, and into his skin.
A desperate thought skitters through his mind, one that's been niggling at the back of his mind since this whole Zombie thing started.
Why could he never tell?
Stupid fucking Shaun. Thinks he knows the answer to everything - thinks I'm in love with Liz?
Yeah. Right.
She's missing something essential swinging round between her legs, that David's tried to ignore his interest in.
God he's tried.
Tried everything in his power to stop it.
Catholic school, regular beatings, going out with girls.
Nothing's worked.
He's still infatuated by his best friend's no-good, lazy, straight as fuck ex-boyfriend.
Their fingers are in upto the first knuckle now. The pain is ripping through his body like a million shards of glass being shoved directly into his shoulders, there's blood and he's lost his glasses.
David tries to think straight, as he feels himself sinking in the sea of hands and groaning, clammy bodies.
What're they going to even remember of me?
He thinks of his final word, final word that wasn't meaningless, strangled screams as he drowned.
"Shaun."
And as the stiff little hands paw away at his stomach, through bone and flesh, David lets go, with a grin and the first feeling of anarchy in his whole life.
---
Yes. Well I LIKE DAVID.
):
MORE THAN SHAUN'S MUM.
THEY SHOULD HAVE SAVED HIM.