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Fics I’ll Never Write Because I Have Zero Chill/Time

grip (me) || Reylo Student/Teacher + Tinder 

She’d never so much as seen his face for the days that they’ve been exchanging messages, never needed to. It was a fling to celebrate her finally turning 18, to celebrate the freedom she felt at having aged out of the system, of having her own place to come home to. Getting together with someone who was just as kinky as she was, and was packing to boot (because damn she’d been amazed when he’d honored her request for a picture), sounded like the perfect plan. 

Nerves making her hands clammy, she reached out and slid the keycard into the door, certain that she could already hear movement on the other side even before she opened the door and was greeted by the smell of burning candles. She smiled to herself, letting the door shut with a final click, and locking it behind her. She’d not been able to concentrate all day, too focused on the fact that they had the hotel room for the weekend–. 

Her heart stopped as she stepped through to the room only to be greeted by the face of none other than Mr. Solo, his mouth falling open as he stared, just as shocked as she was. 

Fuck. 

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In which Rey and Ben go by Kira and Kylo on Tinder, and match up by complete accident all without having shared one picture of themselves. They flirt, they make a plan to hook up for a weekend, only to be confronted with the reality of who they are. 

Not that it stops them, of course.