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When a fic has all your favorite pairings but the grammar/spelling is awful
Baron: Why don't you ever make the bed?
Ember: For the same reason I don't tie my shoes after I take them off: it doesn't make sense!
Embaron, 9
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Baron kissed Ember gently, the Shenom fitting easily against the lone wolf.
“My king,” Ember murmured, smiling slightly. It was post-Raw and Baron was the 2019 King of the Ring. Ember was proud of her boyfriend, so proud of him. They were back in their hotel room, enjoying the night off.
“My war goddess,” Baron murmured, kissing Ember gently again. The two broke for air, staring at each other before both leaning in again, this time more fierce and hungry. Baron pulled Ember close to him, backing up towards the bed. He fell gently into the bed, Ember on top of him. Ember grinned and pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it into some corner of the room. Baron’s eyes darkened slightly and he pulled Ember close once more.
Ember: My boyfriend is to tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?
Ruby: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.
Sasha: Tackle him.
Alexa: Dump him.
Liv: Kick him in the shin.
Baron: JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN???
Baron: Sometimes Ember mumbles in her sleep, it’s adorable.
Ember, asleep in Baron’s lap: Fight me… I dare you… I have a knife, bitch… that’s… what I thought… hmmm
Ember: *nestles further into Baron’s side sighing contentedly*
Baron, glancing down fondly, whispering: …she’s precious
Baron: I have high standards.
Baron: *places Ember on a equipment box to be his height*
Baron: Oh no. She is meeting all of my standards.
Ember: Are you afraid I’m going to tell everyone that you like being the little spoon?
Baron: Everyone likes being the little spoon. It makes you feel safe!
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