I Am A Total Nerd For These Kinds Of Story Lines, Then Finding One As Well Written As This + Featuring

I am a total nerd for these kinds of story lines, then finding one as well written as this + featuring one of my favorite heroes is just beyond exciting <3

No Hope | Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Request: Hey, wonder if you could write an imagine, where the Reader is badly injures during the mission, and like couldn’t walk or something, and she’s in despair and like doesn’t want to do anything, but Poe is always there for her and doesn’t let her give up. A little bit angsty but with the happy ending :) Thank you very much in advance!❤️😘😘😘

A/N: I will not lie. I actually had all of this written BEFORE I got the prompt, just never finished it. And it’s been sitting around forever waiting to be finished. But when I read this I thought it was perfect, went back and tweaked it a little. There are a few OC’s I made up and stuck in there. Also this WILL be a 2 parter, possibly 3. We’ll see where the next part takes me. :) Reblog and comment if you like it! All love is appreciated ❤️

Warnings: Vivid description of a mangled leg

Word Count: 2461

“Engines are hot, let’s make this a quick trip,” voiced Ronan over the intercom ear piece.

“Yes, I’d like to be back before sundown,” replied Jessica.

“We all would, we’ll be in and out, there is no reason for any incidents on this run.”

“Since when did we start running errands?”

“Since the last team got caught in a cross fire,” Ronan said.

“Right, I forgot,” you said.

“Alright, team, time to ease up, we’ll land fifty feet away from the outpost,” Ronan instructed. “Everyone is clear on what they need to retrieve?” a chorus of ‘yes’’ came from the team. “Very well, once you land, go, no one leaves this planet until we are all back. Is that clear?”

“Clear as crystal, Ronan,” Jess mused.

The two X-wings touched down first, the Quad jumper landed between the two planes. You and Jess were already leaving your fighter ships and walking into the outpost to find the equipment that you needed. Jessica was a young resistance pilot, the youngest that anyone had met on their base anyway. You had been rumored the second-best pilot on base, the first being Poe Dameron. You said it was a load of crap because you could outfly him any day. Ronan was an Evociian man who joined the resistance after his wife and son were murdered by Stormtroopers before his very eyes. He spent a considerable amount of time hostage on the First Order base with you when the Resistance found you two and brought them back. The memories felt fresh like it all happened the day before, when in reality, it had been seven years.

The general sent the team on a supply run to a neighboring galaxy, in a recent mission some ships were destroyed beyond repair and they did not have the means to make more without the proper tools. But to be sent to a dirty outpost not far from the Illenium System seemed like a risky plan. If there were First Order sympathizers around and they recognized anything with the resistance on them, there would be tie fighters in the air before anyone could make it back to their ship.

You and Jess stuck together, you developed a great friendship over the years. You looked at Jess like a younger sister that you never had. You always stuck around for one another and were more than willing to step in front of a blaster for the other.

“How is Poe? I haven’t seen him too much.” asked Jess as she picked through a pile of scrap metal.

“Fine, he’s been busy repairing BB-8,” you said.

“Have you two talked about… You know?”

Your cheeks blushed a light pink shade as she turned and looked at the tools on the opposite table, “Here and there, yes, like I said; he’s busy.”

“But you want to?”

“Of course, I want to! Especially with everything that is going on, it would be a breath of fresh air.”

“Then tell him!”

“I have. It’s just not going to happen anytime soon, okay?”

“Whatever you say.”

“Oh no, this is not good.”

“No… it’s not, you’ve been waiting for almost a year now.”

“Jess not that!” You grasped the young girl by her shoulders and turned her in the direction you were looking.

“Oh no, where is Ronan?” She asked her eyes landing on the all too familiar men clad in white armor and masks.

“Not sure,” you turned her around to start walking the other way. “Get back to the ship, wait for us there.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Jess said stubbornly.

“You have to, if anything happens, someone needs to make it back alive,” you gave her a small push.

Jess walked a few feet ahead and stopped to look back at you, “May the force be with you,” She said.

“Get to the ship!” you said.

You turned back to look for any familiar face of the crew that was brought with them you spotted a dark skinned man and ran to him.

“Bastain, where is Ronan?”

“He went down that way,” he said pointing down the dirt road.

“Shit, get your men, get back to the ships. There are Stormtroopers here,” you instructed.

He gave a curt nod and ran off to find the three others that he brought with him. You started your way down where Ronan was, keeping one hand over the holster for safe measures, if they could just be unseen getting out then there would be no problems. Your walk turned into a jog when you heard screaming. You pulled your blaster from its holster and held it close to your chest with both hands as you got closer to the commotion. Two Stormtroopers came out of a tent and then a tall man was pushed out after them, followed by two more troopers.

“You are committed with an act of treason against the First Order,” One trooper said.

You stopped, frozen on what to do as they had four men and three blasters pointing at Ronan. Your fingers grazed the trigger of your own blaster, you had to do something.

“For this act, you are herby sentenced to death,” said the same trooper raising his blaster to Ronan’s head.

Everything that happened next was all a blur of adrenaline. You raised her blaster and shot the Stormtroopers hand, causing him to drop his weapon and it gave Ronan a chance to escape. One of the Troopers shot at you the blast striking your shoulder. Pumped with adrenaline, you didn’t seem phased by the pain, only shot at then blindly until Ronan was pulling on your arm to get away.

“You should have gone the moment you saw them!” he yelled at as you ran from the now angry Troopers who were quickly being joined with more of their men.

“You said no one leaves the planet unless everyone was back, I’m just following orders!” You shot back, the pain starting to set in.

“Just get to you fighter,” Ronan growled as the ships came into view.

You put her blaster away and climbed the side of the X-wing, placing your helmet over your head. You pulled the hangar roof shut and brought the engine to life.

“Everyone is to stay in formation, on my command we leave at llight-speed the moment we break atmosphere,” Ronan’s voice rang through the intercom.

“Seems they have their TIE fighters with them,” Jess stated as their three ships took to the sky.

“If they open fire, draw them away from the outpost, we are not here to harm any civilians. They however, have less compassion,” Ronan said.

“Copy, that,” you said.

They brought their ships to the air and as expected, the First Order opened fire. Jess took lead in drawing them away from the outpost, keeping them from shooting at civilians. You stayed back, circling the team and taking out as many fighters as you could. The three ships got separated and you could barely make out the two ships that were your own. You couldn’t be bothered as three TIE fighters circled your own ship and had no mercy on who or what their target was. Ypu maneuvered the ship as best you could to stay out of fire and took out two of the three ships in the process, however when diving back down closer to the ground the third TIE fighter opened fire and hit your X-wing multiple times, sending you off course. You managed to fire off your best shots and took out the third ship.

“I lost all engine power, I don’t have control of the ship!” You called into the intercom, however you were responded with static.

You frantically tried to bring the engines back online, however with the flames coming from the back of the ship it was almost pointless to be giving any effort. The X-wing nose-dived into the ground, it was a miracle the impact did not knock you unconscious. From what you felt, you wished you were unconscious. The control panel collapsed under your left leg, you saw the fabric of your flight suit was torn. A scream came from your lips as the pain took over, a white-hot pain that spread over your entire body. You felt hot and cold all at once. You tried to move but every time you pushed away from the seat with your right leg it felt as though your muscles were being torn apart. You raised your fist and began punching at the glass above, they needed to know you were alive. The ship had been so mangled you weren’t able to open it properly. Finally, with the seventh punch, you were able to break through the glass, the shards tearing into your arm. The pain was so much in your leg, you barely even noticed. You searched the floor of the ship, fingers finding a flare. Your screams died down into subtle cries of pain as you moved around in the little space, doing all you could to light the flare. Your hands shook with every attempt to light it and you feared that the team already left by the time orange smoke and sparks flew from the top of the flare. You coughed out the smoke you inhaled and threw the flare out the hole you created. It took a minute to stop and get your breath under control as you looked at the metal crushing yout leg. You could do this.

With the strength that you could muster you pushed the broken control panel off your leg. You couldn’t hold it long, but you were able to hold it long enough to see the mangled flesh and bone under all the blood that had escaped. You were left with no choice but to let the panel fall back onto your broken leg. A strangled cry of pain left your lips, you just wanted to pass out, the pain was too unbearable.

“Over here!” a voice yelled. And suddenly the glass above her was thrown away. “She’s alive!” yelled the man, you recognized as Cliff. This was his first mission off base.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Ronan asked the moment their eyes met. You nodded. “Good, we’re going to get you out of here, quickly, they’ll be sending reinforcements soon. Bastain, you get the panel, Shannon back to the ship, get ready for takeoff. Cliff, you and I are going to pull her out,” Ronan ordered.

“Jess?” You asked.

“She is already on her way back to base, she’s going to get the med team ready for when we get back. On three, one, two, three!” Ronan said.

Bastain lift the panel as best he could from outside the ship. You felt Ronan’s and Cliff’s hands under your arms and started to pull you from the wreckage. You did not try to suppress the scream or hide the pain. It was too much. But you were free from the broken ship. Ronan picked you up quickly and started back towards the quad jumper with the team following closely behind. You were left to do nothing but scream in agony as your broken leg bobbed helplessly with every step. You felt better lying in one spot once back on the ship. Bastain was left to take over helping you.

“This is going to hurt, but you need something to slow the blood loss,” he said.

Bastain stood and took off his belt from his pants, he lift your thigh up and placed it under your leg. He tightened it as much as he could around your leg, ignoring the screams of pain. He then took off your boot and bloodied sock, and got a knife to cut away the torn fabric from her leg.

“Oh god,” he said finally seeing the damage done. The flesh had been cut through the knee almost half way, the bone had been exposed at the top and was gushing out blood. Your tibia was broken clean in half and your leg had been so badly cut it was hard to even tell it was a leg through all the bone and blood he saw.

“We’re entering the base now!” Cliff called back.

“You’re gonna be okay, Y/N,” Bastain assured as the ship touched ground.

“Alright, let’s get her out of here and to the medical staff and quickly or she might lose her leg,” Ronan said.

He reached down and picked you up once more, grimacing at the sight of your leg. He looked away from it and stepped off the ship where the medical team was already waiting.

“Bring her here, put her down… Gently,” said one woman.

Ronan did as told stepping back and watching as they whisked you away out of sight as the rest of his team came off the ship.

“Let me know how she is, I’m going to report back to the General,” Ronan said walking away, still able to hear your screams no matter the distance between you two.

You were thankful to whoever gave you a cold cloth, placing one on your chest and head as you felt like your skin was on fire with the amount of sweat that was dripping off you. A new presence filled the area, you strained your neck to see who joined. You felt your hand be taken from the where it laid and was being held gently. Your nails dug into the persons hand and you refused to let up on the grip. Finally once at the medical bay you were able to see the person behind the hand.

“What happened?” asked Poe Dameron.

“Shot out of the sky,” you said through ragged breaths.

“You’re alive, that’s what matters,” he told you, but you saw his eyes were not on yours, but glued to your leg.

You said no more, laying there gripping tightly onto Poe’s hand. Someone had taken the belt off your leg that Bastain put on and was starting to work on fixing her broken bones. As soon as you felt pressure put onto your leg a scream came from your lips, you couldn’t take the pain any longer.

“She cannot be awake while we do this!” someone scolded. “Y/N, we’re going to have to sedate you, just breathe. When you wake up, it will be okay,” The person came into view and was looking down at you. “Just calm your breathing for me, can you do that?” he asked gently.

You nodded your head and did everything you could to slow your shaking breaths, it wasn’t perfect and they weren’t nearly calm. However, a needle went into your arm nonetheless and slowly your eyes closed and the world was brought into nothingness.

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My two favorite universes collide!! ❤️

star wars + thor: ragnarok [insp.]

– Looper (dir. Rian Johnson)

While chatting with @kllmongrs​ about some ideas I posed the question that has been rattling around in my brain recently. What would Poe Dameron do if he found out his SO didn’t want children?

I’ve only ever seen Poe depicted as “that family guy”, thinking about raising his kids on Yavin IV and teaching them to fly like his mom taught him. So, I said that if the question were to act as muse food, Ella could happily use it - even the answer was up for grabs. Would Poe freak out a bit and know this was the end? Would he think ‘oh thank the Maker...’?

I am happy to say I got my answer today (and there is nothing crappy about your writing Ella!). It was a hard read only in the sense that I’ve been there, I’ve had that conversation with a guy who claimed to love me - and our conversation went over about as well as a MMA fight between a 275 lbs prime fighter and a 98 lbs freshman.

Please give “Family Man” a read and be wowed as I was <3 

family man - poe dameron one shot

character: poe dameron (star wars)

requested by @imaginecrushes

words: 2542

prompts: you’re angry with me, i know and i know exactly how this ends, both from this list.

warnings: angst (did u rly expect anything else from me?), talk about death and war, crappy writing.

summary: poe and the reader share different views about their future.

author’s note below.

“Poe, can we drop this already?”

The door to their chamber slams closed harshly as Poe is practically stepping on (Y/N)’s toes, adamant to getting the answer he wants. (Y/N) wipes her face with her hands exhaustedly as she realizes there is no way her boyfriend is going to let this argument die easily, BB8 humming worriedly besides her as she pulls at her hair in exasperation. Poe fails to see the warning radiating from her posture and keeps on pushing, placing himself in front of her as the discussion continues.

“Why can’t we talk about this?” he presses, watching (Y/N)’s every move as if he could find an answer there. (Y/N) refuses to give herself up that easily.

“Because there’s nothing to talk about, Poe.” (Y/N) shoots back, glaring up at her boyfriend when she stands up but he blocks her way anywhere, unable to escape the conversation she’s been dreading to have ever since they got together. “You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

Keep reading

Silly me, halfway through I began to worry the series must be over soon because everything is going so well. HOW WRONG WAS I?!

Ugh that final scene, I can just imagine Poe’s death grip on his steering wheel, his heart racing, maybe even tearing up at the level of anger/anxiety... #poorpoepanics

Little Dameron P4 [Modern!AU] | Poe Dameron

Part 3

A/N: This one is a great balance of things. I hope you like it! Things are about to get interesting 😈

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2100+

“Andres,” Poe asked, biting down on his lip, “mijo, papa needs to talk to you about something important, okay?” Poe waited for Andrés to nod before continuing. The boy obviously confused. “You know Y/N isn’t Mommy, right?” He asked.

Andrés stuck his head to the side for a moment, trying to comprehend what Poe was telling him.

“Mommy had to go away?” Andres asked, it was something Poe would tell the boy before whenever he asked for her.

Poe nodded his head, “Yeah, Mommy had to go away. But Papa loves Y/N, and Y/N isn’t Mommy,” he said.

Andres still looked a little confused but spoke up again, “But Y/N, she can be Mommy too!” he concluded happily.

A smile found it’s way onto Poe’s face, “Yeah, I suppose she can,” he nodded, “just make sure she’s okay with that before you call her Mommy,” Poe said.

“I will!” Andrés said happily.

Later, after you and Poe made up from your silly argument, you went back to Poe’s. Finn was there watching over Andrés as he slept, just to be sure that nothing went wrong. A round of congratulations met Finn’s ears and he smiled with a blush.

You and Poe made your way up to the bedroom, promptly falling asleep after changing into your pyjamas.

Around three that morning, you heard a soft cry. You glanced over, seeing Poe still half asleep, light snores falling from his opened mouth. You quietly pulled yourself from the bed, padding your way to Andrés room.

He wasn’t crying too hard, but his face was soaked with tears, and small knuckles turned white, clutching Philip in his hand. A loud cracks of thunder rang overhead, surprising you.

“I’m here, Andrés,” you cooed, pulling the boy up into your arms. Andrés hid himself into your chest. “It’s just a storm, it can’t hurt you in here,” you assured the boy, but it didn’t help his troubled mind.

You continued to hush and soothe Andrés, his cries turning into nothing more than puffy eyes and a sniffling nose. You brought him downstairs in attempt to not wake Poe with his crying. You flicked on the TV, playing a movie to try and distract the boy from the raging storm outside.

“You feeling sleepy yet?” you asked, hugging him close to your chest as he sat on you back watching the TV.

Andrés curls brushed on your chin as he shook his head, content in your arms. The storm couldn’t hurt him here.

“Are you sweepy?” Andrés asked looking up at you.

You smiled down at him, “A little, but I don’t mind staying up with you,” you said.

Andrés looked trouble for a moment, turning around in your lap to look at you. “Can I call you Mommy?” he asked after a long silence.

You felt your heart flutter at the question. A smile reached your lips and you nodded your head, words gone from your mind. You pulled Andrés in tightly to your chest. His small arms wriggled around until they latched around you.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “You can call me Mom any time you want,” you said, your heart swelling with affection.

By the time the movie ended, you and Andrés had fallen asleep on the sofa. Poe woke up to an empty bed, he furrowed his brow, assuming you just got up to go to the bathroom. But after ten minutes and you weren’t back, he got out of the bed, finding your slippers gone from their normal place. What time was it? He glanced down, his eyes widening seeing it was almost noon.

He had never slept in this long before, at least, not since Andres.

“Y/N,” he called leaving the room, he peaked in Andrés room seeing he wasn’t there. “Mijo?” he called padding down the stairs.

The house was completely empty, your slippers sat by the door and your car gone from the driveway. Did you have Andrés with you? You must.

Scratching his head he went to get his phone to call you, but he heard the gravel turning under rubber. He glanced out the window seeing you stepping out of the car a wide grin on your face. You went to the back and grabbed Andrés. He clapped happily as you dove back into the backseat of your car for something else.

“What the?” Poe furrowed his brow seeing what hopped out of the car after you. Poe went to the door pulling it open, “What is this?”

Poe couldn’t help but laugh watching the small puppy bounce around the yard after Andrés.

You grinned sheepishly at him, still holding onto the retractable leash. You walked up next to Poe, “Andrés said he wanted a dog,” you said innocently.

“So you got a dog?” Poe asked.

Andrés bounded over to you, reaching for the leash, “Can I hold him?”

You smiled, passing on the leash, “just be careful, sweetie,” you said.

Andrés ran off, the pup leaping behind him, “Y/N,” Poe said, unsure of how to feel, “A dog?” he asked.

“He can stay at my place if it’s too much, but,” you stopped, turning to watch Andrés running around the yard with the dog, “how can you say no to that? Plus, it will teach him lots about responsibility and he will have the most wonderful friend ever!”

Poe let out a sigh, chuckling to himself, “What’s his name?”

“Andy wants to call him BeeBee.”

Poe watched his son as he fell to the ground, the small puppy towering over him and licking his face, leaving Andrés breathless with the amount of giggles that left him. A smile reached his lips and he looked over at you.

“You seem to always know what’s best for my boy,” he said wrapping an arm around you.

You nodded your head, you tilted your head up to look at him, biting back the smile that fought it’s way onto your face, “He asked to call me Mom,” you told him, the same swelling happiness filling you as you replayed the moment. “I just hope that’s okay with you.”

Poe nodded, his smile never once faltering, “I wouldn’t want anyone else to help me raise him.”

+

You walked out of the dressing room for what felt like the millionth time, modelling yet another dress for Rey. You we’re trying on bridesmaids dresses for her, Rose and Jessika were also supposed to be here, but you however we’re the only one available. Rey scrunched her nose in distaste, after making you twirl a few times and shooed you back off to the dressing room. Five minutes getting out of the old dress and into the new one and you were on your way modelling once more for her. Her eyes brightened this time, a smile dancing along her lips.

It was an elegant deep purple dress that fell off the shoulder, synching at the waist and flowing to the floor with a slit half way up your leg. You both turned hearing a low whistle.

“Damn, you look good in purple,” Poe said, not bothering to hide the fact he was admiring the dress on you.

“Poe, what are you doing here?” Rey asked smiling.

“Well, I got a text asking me to save a certain girlfriend of mine,” he winked at you.

Rey turned back to you, “I’m sorry,” she said, “I know you’ve done a lot for me today.”

You smiled shaking your head, “It was just supposed to be a complaining message to help get me through those last dresses. I didn’t expect him to turn up,” you said.

“Well I don’t think there’s any need to try on more, I am in love with this one,” she said smiling. “Just let me get a picture for Rose and Jess. If they’re on board, you’re good to go until the bachelorette party,” Rey grinned.

“Time really is flying,” you said.

“You know, Rey, I think that the purple will go amazing with the beige suits the groomsmen have,” Poe commented, still looking you up and down.

“You are absolutely right about that,” Rey nodded in agreement.

She clicked a photo of you to send to the other two girls while you went and changed back into your normal clothes. You came back out, slightly warm from dressing and undressing so many times.

“I will text you if the girls like the purple too, okay?” Rey said.

You nodded, smiling, “And if you need me to model again, I won’t say no.”

Rey chuckled, pulling you in for a hug, “Thank you for helping today,” she said.

“I really don’t mind, Rey,” you assured her.

“Oh! My husband-to-be is here! Bye!” she waved to you and Poe, rushing out of the shop to meet with Finn.

Poe and you followed suit, leaving the shop. It was nearing four in the afternoon, which meant it was almost time to get Andrés from daycare. You stepped into his car, sitting back in the seat and letting out a long breath.

“Long day?” Poe asked.

“Long week,” you corrected. “Lot’s of wedding planning, and work, it’s been crazy.”

“We’ll go home and relax,” Poe said reaching over and taking your hand. “Speaking of home… I was thinking. You’re already there most days anyway,” Poe stole a glance at you, “How would you like to make that official? I mean – move in with me and Andy?”

You looked over at Poe, a smile gracing your features, “Poe I would love that,” you said squeezing his hand. “I’m already there enough, it’s not like I don’t live there already,” you chuckled.

“My thoughts exactly,” Poe smiled. He stopped the car, at the usual pick up spot he leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, “I’ll be right back,” he said getting out of the car.

Poe walked into the daycare, a smile coming to his face when Andrés was already bounding his way. He leaned down picking the boy up off the ground.

“Hello my little mijo,” Poe cooed.

“Hi Papa,” Andrés giggled.

“I hope you were good today,” Poe set him back down to get him ready to leave.

“I was! I even got a sticker!” he exclaimed happily, showcasing the sticker he had worn on his chest.

Poe helped the boy into his jacket and hat, thanking the daycare workers and heading out with Andrés in his arms. He stopped short, all breath leaving him as he was stopped in his path by a face he never expected to see.

“Poe,” she drawled, that toxic voice dripping with venom. He thought might puke.

“What are you doing here, Sarah?” Poe asked, his voice wavering, but his hold on Andrés tightening.

Sarah dared another step forward, causing Poe to take a step back, “I wanted to see my son,” she said with a wicked grin.

Poe suddenly felt an anger rush through him, he opened his mouth to speak when you stepped up next to him.

“Mommy!” Andrés exclaimed happily, reaching out to you.

“Hi bud,” you smiled taking him from Poe, you saw how unsettled he became and figured it’d be best to step in. You looked between Poe and the woman, “Is there a problem?” you asked feeling the tension growing.

Poe looked at you, his eyes desperate, “Can you get Andy in the car? I’ll be right there.”

You nodded and said no more as you went off to get Andrés buckled into the warm car. Poe’s gaze turned back to Sarah, stepping closer to her, his eyes deadly as he stared her down.

“Andrés is not your son.”

“Oh but he is,” Sarah said.

“I got the custody for him, he is my son. You are just the bitch who abandoned him.”

Sarah’s hand flinched, ready to go to her old defenses. But she stopped herself from doing so, “We’ll it certainly looks like you’ve got a new bitch trained to watch over him,” she said, her eyes watching you carefully.

“How did you find me?”

Sarah shrugged, “That doesn’t matter. I’ll see you around, darling,” she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, but Poe was quick to shove her away.

“You don’t get to touch me,” he warned before stalking off to the car.

He sat down, letting out a long breath he didn’t know he was holding in. His fingers gripped onto the steering wheel tightly, his tan skin faded to white. Suddenly, he felt your hand over his. Soft, slightly cold, familiar. He relaxed his grip, pushing back everything he felt growing inside of him.

“What was that about?” you asked.

Poe’s leg shook, he looked over at you and you could see the years of pain behind his eyes. He bit down hard on his lip, taking a few more calming breaths before speaking up again.

“That was my ex-wife.”

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Sunday (Anti) Shipping (Black Panther Spoilers)

Rant under the link - really don’t want to accidentally spoil someone...

Can someone explain to me why people are shipping... 

...Shuri and Bucky? Anybody?

Shuri is SIXTEEN! 

Bucky is in the triple digits - “But he was frozen for awhile so it’s not that simple...”

Yes it is! Even when ignoring Bucky’s time on and off ice during the decades - Bucky was in his late 20s / early 30s when he fell from the train in The First Avenger. That’s right folks Bucky is roughly TWICE Shuri’s age!

The Star Wars fandom were utterly divided by the TEN year age difference between Rey and Ben Solo / Kylo Ren; however, Rey is nineteen in The Force Awakens and Kylo is twenty-nine. Maybe that’s just too large of a gap for some, but I’ll take it every day of the week rather than consider a close to fifteen year gap which leaves one of the two characters still underage!

I’ve seen Black Panther twice now in theaters, I don’t know what other folks are seeing when they say Bucky’s making eyes at Shuri. Maybe there are different cuts of the film and I just haven’t seen that one? The Shuri we know and love isn’t even herself in that scene, she’s subdued and in my opinion, comes off a little annoyed. Meanwhile, I think after being tortured by HYDRA for decades, followed by being haunted that a series of words, read in a certain pattern, could send him back into that tortured soul the last thing on Buck’s mind is a girl. 

It just feels like such a weird thing to focus on, there wasn’t a huge rush right after Steve awoke for fans to have him thinking with his little head, so why is it being applied to Bucky? 

I spent more than five years working on combatting child exploitation online. Everything from infants being abused up to tweens falling for fake Justin Bieber  and beyond (I also worked “sextortion” and seen grown adults fall into a predator’s trap). Am I letting my views from my experiences impact my view? Damn right I am. It’s a dishonor to both Bucky and Shuri - marking him as a predator and Shuri needing a love interest instead of being able to rock her genius self and impact the entire world.