All to say, y’all probably get some microfics as I watch the game tonight
#Reylo
If she weren’t there, Rey thinks she wouldn’t have believed it.
Han Solo gives a sob, looking through a chain linked fence at a (impounded) classic 70s car. Beside him stands Rey’s closest friend, grimacing.
“Ben. You’re gonna drive me to drinkin’ if you keep stealin’ the hot rod Lincoln. “
#Reylo
Unlike his father, Ben never suffers from the disease of sentimental attachment to a CAR.
Having learned from his father—who once tried to make his mother take her shoes off before she got into the Falcon, and PAID for it—he barely blinks as Rey’s overalls leave grease on his passenger seat.
My brain all week: what are words?
My brain during my hellish-adjacent work day today: look at all these words! Write those down! Write those down!