Baron Corbin One Shots & Drabbles

All I Want

SUMMARY: You have some anxiety over some comments fans made about you. Baron comforts you and reminds you that you're all he wants. FLUFF.

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You smiled as you looked down at the picture of you and Baron on your phone. It was a selfie, of course. You were on the back of his bike and had snapped a picture of the two of you just after a sunset ride together. You posted it to Instagram and tagged him without thinking much of it.

Just minutes later, however, you regretted posting it.

Comments started popping up on the photo, and as you scrolled through them, you felt your chest get a little tighter, and your eyes get watery.

"Fake."

"Fat."

"Attention whore."

"Using Baron"

"Gold digger."

And those were just some of the things people were saying. You felt your stomach tighten into a knot. Maybe they were right. Maybe you weren't good enough for him. You had seen comments just like these on other pictures you and Baron posted. You had heard them so many times you were starting to believe them.

Baron was the next big thing in WWE. He had an incredible career of him. He won the Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royal in his first ever Wrestlemania, and a year later he challenged for the Intercontinental Championship against Dean Ambrose at his second Wrestlemania. He had beaten John Cena. He had been in WWE Championship matches on SmackDown. Everything was looking up for him.

You on the other hand? You were just an average girl. There was nothing special. You worked a regular job. You weren't a wrestler or a ring announcer. You didn't even work for WWE. There was nothing special about you. Fans didn't scream your name. You were just you. Baron could do so much better, but instead, he settled for you.

Baron was doing a house show when the tears started to hit, and it got harder to breathe. You did some breathing exercises like you had been taught to help calm you down. It seemed like it took forever, but eventually, your breathing did slow back down, and the tears dried up. You took a shower and then crawled under the covers and laid there hoping you could fall asleep before Baron got back and realized you had another attack.

You woke up the next morning and rolled over expecting to find Baron, but instead, all you found was a note on the nightstand.

Went to gym with Corey. Meet me for breakfast at 9 downstairs? - B

You took a quick shower and then got dressed. You glanced in the mirror and noticed that your eyes were still a little puffy. You put some eye drops in and added a little extra makeup to cover up the puffiness from crying yourself to sleep.

You glanced at the clock. 8:54. Six minutes until you had to meet Baron. You sprayed a puff of perfume on and then grabbed your purse and headed down to the hotel's restaurant.

You smiled when you saw Baron sitting at a table for two waiting for you. His lips curved into a small smile as he looked at you. He stood up and wrapped his arms around you.

"Hey, beautiful." He said.

"Hey you," you said.

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before the two of you sat down.

Twenty minutes later you looked down at the plate of nearly untouched food in front of you. You picked up the crispy piece of bacon and took a small bite before setting it back on the plate. You moved your scrambled eggs around your plate with your fork and took a few sips of the coffee sat in front of you.

You thought about telling Baron about the fans' comments but decided against it. He had so much other stuff going on with work right now that it seemed silly to bother him with your problems.

"Why aren't you eating?" Baron asked motioning to your plate of nearly untouched food.

"I'm just not that hungry." You said as you pushed the plate away from you.

"You're never hungry anymore." He said. "You didn't eat anything yesterday either."

"I just haven't had much of an appetite recently." You said. Not entirely true. Your stomach had been growling at you for days, but you were trying to lose weight, and eating tons of food wasn't going to make it happen.

"Did you even touch any of it?" He asked.

"I had some bacon." You said.

"You sure you aren't hungry?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'll just meet you back at the room, okay?" You said.

It looked like Baron was going to say something, but you stood up and headed back to the room before you could get it out. You stood in front of the mirror staring at yourself. You didn't see anything special. Why was Baron even with you? Was it pity? All you could see were the imperfections: your thighs, your stomach, your breasts. You bit your lip and tried to hold back the tears.

It was hard constantly being around the divas. They were all in top physical shape. Then there was you. You were just another girl. You didn't have guys drooling over you. There was nothing special about you.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, and silent tears began to fall. You felt your chest start to tighten as your sobs got louder. It was starting to hurt. Every breath was painful. You were gasping for breath. It felt like the walls were closing in around you.

The door flew open, and Baron hurried over to you. He kneeled down in front of you and took your hand in his and gently squeezed them.

"Hey, deep breaths. Look at me, babe. Focus on me." He encouraged. You tried to look at him, but your sobbing made it nearly impossible.

He stood up and pulled you to your feet. He pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around you. He kept one around your back while the other held your head to his chest.

"It's okay. Deep breaths, babe. I'm right here. Breathe with me, okay? Long deep breath in, hold it, hold it, now let it out slowly. Do it again, babe. Deep breath in, hold it, hold it, now let it out slowly." He encouraged.

You felt the sobs begin to soften as you repeated the breathing exercise with Baron. Having his arms around you helped too. You felt safe. You felt protected.

The two of you stood there for a while until he finally pulled away a little bit so he could look at you.

"You okay?" He asked as he cupped your face and looked into your eyes.

You nodded your head slightly and gave him a small smile.

"You had me scared, babe." He said.

"I'm sorry," You murmured.

"Will you talk to me? What's going on?" He asked.

"You know that picture I posted?" You asked.

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Some fans commented on it. And-"

"Don't go any further. You can't listen to what those girls say. They aren't important. You're here with me. You're the one I wake up to every day." He said.

"But why? Why me?"

"Because I can be myself around you. You let me be weird around you. You're beautiful, and you have the biggest heart of anyone I know. I love everything about you, Y/n."

"But why not be with one of the divas who are pretty and have great bodies?"

"Because I don't want them. I want you." He said as he wrapped his arms around you again. "You fit perfectly right here in my arms. I don't care if they have great bodies. They aren't you. I love your body just the way it is, babe. And as far as being pretty, you've got them all beat."

Your lips curved into a smile as you looked up at him.

"Baron, I love you." You whispered as you laid your head against his chest.

"I love you too, baby. You're perfect to me, and you're all I want."