The Mandalorian: *briefly Moves Baby Yoda Off His Lap*

The Mandalorian: *briefly moves Baby Yoda off his lap*

Baby Yoda: Father is… evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the galaxy as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

nightbloom

a poe dameron x reader pollen fic 

rating: explicit

a/n: my second pollen fic with our favourite flyboy! hope you like it :) thank you @beskars​ for the emotional support ily and thanks @equalstrashflavoredtrash​ for the funny idea at the end

“Hey,” you intoned into your little mouthpiece hovering over your right cheek. You could see on Poe’s dash of the minuscule freighter that the fuel indicator was reading low, and you leaned over to tap it a few times with a finger; you still had a little way before you reached Corellia. “Don’t you want to stop? We just passed the last pump in the inner rim, unless you want to go out of the way.”

“Come on,” Poe griped. “We’re fine, and the rest of the crew has plenty. We’ll fuel up when we meet them tomorrow.”

You scoffed. “Really? You won’t buy your own fuel? I’ll pay for it -”

Taking his eyes off the blackened horizon, he turned to look at you, his mouth partially open in outrage. “Hey, more than half of that stockpile was from me, so loosen up. We’re gonna make it there.”

“Whatever you say, commander.”

“Watch the attitude,” Poe snapped. “And you don’t have to call me that.”

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