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crack_van2007-02-28 09:13 pm
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Entry tags:
Uncool by Cesare (PG)
I couldn't find a rating for this story, and so ballparked one myself.
Fandom: QUEER AS FOLK UK
Pairing: Stuart/Vince
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
almostnever
Author Website:almostnever's Fic Index
Why this must be read:
This story takes place several years in the future. Stuart takes Alfie to the grocery store and suddenly realizes that he's old. Vince isn't actually in this story, though his presence is felt. Plus, adorable young Alfie makes up for his absence.
Vince was still sleeping the sleep of the diseased, shadows under his eyes, his nose red and chapped. He was breathing through his mouth, which he only did when he was hideously congested, and wouldn't it have been nice to go an entire lifetime without ever knowing something like that about another person?
Nevertheless Stuart didn't want to wake him, so he quickly ransacked the bureau for socks, shirt and trousers, and quietly headed for the bath. No time to shave, but he was fairly certain he could pull off a reasonably sexy can't-be-bothered look with beard shadow and an untucked button-up, so long as his hair was stylishly askew.
"Dad! I'm ready to go!" Alfred yelled from the first floor.
Still buttoning the shirt, Stuart went to the top of the staircase and yelled back, "Quiet down! I'll be right there!" and then rolled his eyes at himself; he'd easily been louder than Alfred. He hopped about putting socks on, shoved his feet into a stray pair of loafers, and made his scruffy way down the stairs.
Uncool
Fandom: QUEER AS FOLK UK
Pairing: Stuart/Vince
Author on LJ:
almostneverAuthor Website:
almostnever's Fic Index Why this must be read:
This story takes place several years in the future. Stuart takes Alfie to the grocery store and suddenly realizes that he's old. Vince isn't actually in this story, though his presence is felt. Plus, adorable young Alfie makes up for his absence.
Vince was still sleeping the sleep of the diseased, shadows under his eyes, his nose red and chapped. He was breathing through his mouth, which he only did when he was hideously congested, and wouldn't it have been nice to go an entire lifetime without ever knowing something like that about another person?
Nevertheless Stuart didn't want to wake him, so he quickly ransacked the bureau for socks, shirt and trousers, and quietly headed for the bath. No time to shave, but he was fairly certain he could pull off a reasonably sexy can't-be-bothered look with beard shadow and an untucked button-up, so long as his hair was stylishly askew.
"Dad! I'm ready to go!" Alfred yelled from the first floor.
Still buttoning the shirt, Stuart went to the top of the staircase and yelled back, "Quiet down! I'll be right there!" and then rolled his eyes at himself; he'd easily been louder than Alfred. He hopped about putting socks on, shoved his feet into a stray pair of loafers, and made his scruffy way down the stairs.
Uncool
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