FIC: (Why Can't I) Stop Where I Want To Stay [Men With Brooms, Amy gen]
Title: (Why can't I) Stop Where I want to Stay
Fandom: Men With Brooms
Characters: Amy gen; ensemble (sans Cutter)
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Drug use. Swearing. Alcoholism. Curling jargon. Bad name-related puns. An inexplicable zamboni.
Summary: Set [mostly] pre-movie. Amy spends four summers looking for the curling rocks, and finds something else entirely.
Length: ~10,000 words
A/N: Written for tharaist for midsummer2009; prompt was "half a life." Jesus, this story almost killed me, but in the best way possible. Thank you for the chance to write it! I really hope you like it. murklins, my other half, refused to come sleep on my couch while I was writing, but her other services included hand-holding, beta-reading (she did this VIA TEXT MESSAGE, OKAY), soundboarding, stupidity blocking and neuroses calming. Many thanks, M, as usual. Thanks also to meresy for reassuring me halfway through that I wasn't losing my mind, among other things. Title from "Tournament of Hearts," by The Weakerthans. Cut text from "Your Rocky Spine" by the Great Lakes Swimmers, which I listened to on repeat for days on end while writing this story. There is nothing more embarrassing than my last.fm right now. As usual, comment wherever.
Link: http://atrata.dreamwidth.org/91153.html
Fandom: Men With Brooms
Characters: Amy gen; ensemble (sans Cutter)
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Drug use. Swearing. Alcoholism. Curling jargon. Bad name-related puns. An inexplicable zamboni.
Summary: Set [mostly] pre-movie. Amy spends four summers looking for the curling rocks, and finds something else entirely.
Length: ~10,000 words
A/N: Written for tharaist for midsummer2009; prompt was "half a life." Jesus, this story almost killed me, but in the best way possible. Thank you for the chance to write it! I really hope you like it. murklins, my other half, refused to come sleep on my couch while I was writing, but her other services included hand-holding, beta-reading (she did this VIA TEXT MESSAGE, OKAY), soundboarding, stupidity blocking and neuroses calming. Many thanks, M, as usual. Thanks also to meresy for reassuring me halfway through that I wasn't losing my mind, among other things. Title from "Tournament of Hearts," by The Weakerthans. Cut text from "Your Rocky Spine" by the Great Lakes Swimmers, which I listened to on repeat for days on end while writing this story. There is nothing more embarrassing than my last.fm right now. As usual, comment wherever.
Link: http://atrata.dreamwidth.org/91153.html