Sometimes you read a piece of fanfiction that, for whatever reason, just feels right.
OK, this sometimes backfires. And/or traumatises the reader (- the reader in this case being me.)
As frequent visitors to this post-series will know, Stucky is a romantic and/or sexual relationship between Captain America and his friend Bucky Barnes.
This (relation)ship should immediately be canon (i.e. official) but Marvel is scared to do the right thing and #GiveCaptainAmericaABoyfriend.
Sorry, had to throw my political stance in there.)
The way Bucky's PTSD was not glamorised, and definitely not ignored, just hard and sad... it felt right.
This week's fic then, is:
There's some swearing, and a bunch of angst, but no sexy-times (clean fanfiction exists! It wasn't just an urban legend! It's out there people! ...OK, less coffee. Gotcha.)