sometimes i think about kegregard and i get real sad because we could have had it all, you know? slow burn type b, the kind that fucks within the first five scenes of the fic and spends the next 100k words pining and misunderstanding and pretending it's just fucking, and there's a scene when the sex is like real slow and soft and the narration goes like "it felt like making love, but it couldn't be; this arrangement had nothing to with love. it was lust, it was friends getting off; it wasn't love-related, it wasn't even love-adjacent. it was just...friends with benefits. and that is all this could ever be."
and then there's this huge drama scene and there's crying and jealousy and apparently they were both in love with each other the whole time??? surprisedpikachu.jpg
*sighs, blows a kiss to the sky*: that's for keg and ashly burch, and a pairing that could never be.