How I Would Fare in Fighting Against the Cast of IAPTBAP

the title folks. i'm over-confident and i'm sure my fiance is gonna see this like "you can't fight at all" but i once downed a man in a parking lot and i will keep up that energy did this in order of appearance (mostly)

MC — Now why tf would I wanna fight the baddest bitch there is? Before Beau's tale, I might be able to win. Afterwards, she'd probably win. But it's okay, I'm not gonna fight her anyways. WINNER: No one

Aurelio — I would win 100%. I don't have really any reasoning, just that I'm confident. The issue here is, again, I wouldn't want to fight him. Too precious. WINNER: Me

Winter White — He tried to pick MC up and couldn't handle her weight lmao he's kinda weak. I also have weak arms but I have really strong leg muscles and flexibility to kick him in the face. He's my fave but irl I would want to fight him. So creepy. WINNER: Me

Eli — I think he's too nice to beat me up without a really good reason. With that said, if I picked a fight with him, I wouldn't win. He's really nice though so I don't want to pick a fight with him. He's had it rough, why would I add onto that 😭 WINNER: Eli?

Arien — This... Is hard. Technically, Arien bests me in physical strength. He would totally end me if he wasn't a lil' bitchbaby. He's also masochistic so I'm afraid he'd let me get a couple hits in and then I wouldn't want to fight and I'd run away crying. With that said, I really don't like Arien... But is it worth it? Is it worth it? WINNER: . . . Arien???? Maybe???????

Beau — OKAY, he might be able to outsmart me. Not to toot my own horn, I'm pretty smart myself, but if Beau is Sherlock Holmes, I am John Watson (I mean, in intelligence wise, not referencing their relationship at all). He's a genius. With that said, he's also a twink and a bookworm and I have leg muscles for days from soccer and dancing. A couple of well-placed kicks and he's not standing back up. WINNER: Most likely me.

Jasmir — Now why tf am I gonna put a target on my back like that 🤨 The people around Jasmir are batshit nuts. WINNER: Jasmir (by default)

Espen — Depends. If Espen is allowed his ice powers, how tf am I supposed to compete with that? If it's just fists tho and he gets no powers, I'm pretty confident I could win this fight. When's the last time this man went outside to touch grass? Exactly. WINNER: Circumstantial

Anton — Anton might win if only because I'd chicken out and wouldn't be able to fight him. Not out of fear, but he's just... gestures vaguely. He's sweet. WINNER: Anton (by default)

Tyrian — Nah I ain't winning this one y'all. First off, Tyrian is so nice, he works hard, and is a great cook... Why am I gonna challenge him to a fight? If we did fight, for whatever reason though, he would win. And I would let him. He could punch me and I'd thank him. (Please don't though because I'll also cry). WINNER: Tyrian

Charlie — I think I could take him on. IDK why though but punching him feels kind of homophobic, plus I'd have to deal with Tyrian and Charlie's father so... Nah, no thanks WINNER: Me? Maybe?

Rampion — I'm... Not sure. I'm going to say Rampion is gonna win this one, especially if he has a frying pan. WINNER: Probably Rampion

Sen — HAHAHAHAHA. The moment Sen shows even a teensy bit of hostility towards me, I'm fucking BOLTING. This man could snap me in half like a fucking glow stick. Like he's breaking some pasta noodles to fit into a pot. I'm taking this L, there's no way I could fuckin win THAT fight. Fuck that. WINNER: SEN

Alistair — I'm fairly confident I could win against Alistair but it'd be a really dirty fight. He strikes me as the type to scratch and pull hair and do petty shit. But it's okay! I do too, and the difference is is that half the time I do my nails stiletto style so you better watch out babygirl. The only way Alistair would win is if he makes me cry before we fight. Which is definitely possible. WINNER: Physically, me. Verbally, Alistair.

Rojo — why would I fight such a bean 😭 (also, rojo could wreck my shit) WINNER: Rojo

Miriam — Now this feels REALLY homophobic, how tf am I gonna fight her. Why would I do that? Why would I try to fight her? I wanna be besties with her. If we fought, I would let her win hands down. WINNER: Miriam

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Hard | Corbyn Besson

Requested? Yeah by me bitch 

Warnings? Swearing lmao, slight abuse, cheating  

Word Count: 2,459 

Not to like toot my own horn or anything but I’m so fucking proud of this one and im gonna be lowkey pissed if y'all don’t like it

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“Ready for the party tonight?” Corbyn asks as the two of you walk down the stairs and towards his front door. 

“Yeah I guess. I don’t think I’m up for partying right now but Noah will get pissed if I don’t go.” You tell him before turning to face him. “Well have fun anyway.” Corbyn says pulling you into a hug. “And if you hate it, I’m right here.” “Thank you.” You say to him before letting go. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You say smiling widely. “Can’t wait.” He responds. From Corbyns, you head over to Noah’s to hang out for a bit before the party. When you get there, you head up to his room where he’s laying in his bed on his phone. “Hey Love.” You greet him. He grunts in response causing you to frown. You walk over and sit next to him on the bed. He doesn’t look at you until you place a hand on his leg. “You okay?” You ask. “Yeah I’m fine.” He mutters and you decide to leave it be. “Let’s go.” He snaps getting up from his bed and leaving you sitting there. You watch with a look of confusion as he storms out of the room. You get up from his bed and follow him downstairs where he’s waiting impatiently at the front door. The ride to the party with Noah was eerily silent. You wanted to ask him what was wrong but you were afraid he would lash out. Maybe even worse, not say anything at all. It was pretty much driving you insane the entire drive but you tried to shake it off as you pulled up to Jake’s party. Jake was Noah’s lifelong best friend. The two had been close for years and would do anything for each other. Jake often threw huge parties like the one you were currently at and always invited you and Noah. “Hey Noah!” You hear Jakes familiar voice call out to your boyfriend. “Whats up man?” He says as the two of them walk away into Jakes house leaving you all alone. You sigh and head inside, trying to find other friends to hangout with considering Noah wanted nothing to do with you. You're too busy looking around for someone you know when you walk straight into someone. You look up and recognize them to be Jonah Marais, one of Corbyns best friends. “Hey!” You greet excitedly. “Hey!” He greets back. “I didn’t know you would be here.” “Noah dragged me along. It’s jakes party so I technically have to be here.”   “Well let’s go hangout since I see your boyfriend is otherwise preoccupied.” He says gesturing to Noah who was chugging beer after beer in a game of cup pong. “Let’s.” You say smiling up at Jonah. For most of the night, you and Jonah spend time talking and laughing. He introduces you to some of his other friends and all of you get along instantly. Just as you’re in the middle of a conversation with Jonah about how the two of you should hang out more when Noah shows up. “(y/n).” He slurs out and you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Lets go.” He says. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” You snap. “You’re drunk Noah go lay down.” Before you know it, Noah grabs your wrist and pulls you up off the couch. He yanks you towards him and you immediately wince at the grip on your wrist. “Back off man.” Jonah says standing up next to you. “How about you back off my girl.” Noah yells at Jonah. “(y/n) we’re going.” He says yanking you away from Jonah. Thankfully, Jonah is quicker and grabs onto your waist in an attempt to pull you away from Noah. However Noah is stronger and yanks you back but you lose your balance and slam into the floor. You groan loudly as you try to sit up but your arm and head are throbbing so hard you nearly fall back again. “(y/n) oh my god.” Jonah says rushing to your side. “(y/n) baby I’m so” Noah tries to start but you quickly interrupt him. “Leave me alone Noah!” You yell. “I’m going home.” “Fine!” He fires back. “Go be a reckless slut it’s not my problem.” You hold back tears as Jonah helps you up and you hold onto his arm for balance. The two of you head to his car and he makes sure you’re okay in his passenger seat before getting in. “Want me to take you home?” “No.” You whisper your voice cracking slightly. “Can you take me to Corbyns house?” “Of course.” After (y/n) left Corbyns house to go to the party with Noah he had a bad feeling. He couldn’t seem to shake the worry for his best friend all night long. He tried chalking it up to jealousy. That she was out with her horrible boyfriend and not here having a good time with him. She didn’t even want to go to the party with Noah. But even then, trying to push away his true feelings or not, Corbyn knew something was wrong. After Jonah parks his car in Corbyns driveway, he hops out and walks you to his door. After you ring the doorbell, Corbyn swings open the door in a matter of minutes, revealing you and Jonah. “What happened?” Corbyn asks immediately. “(y/n) will tell you later.” Jonah says. “I just wanted to make sure she got somewhere safe.” “Thanks for taking care of her.” Corbyn says and Jonah nods in response. You give Jonah a tight hug and a promise that you’ll text him in the morning before bidding goodbye. Once Jonah is out of sight, Corbyn turns to you and gestures for you to come inside. “Wanna talk about it?” He asks and you shake your head no. He nods his before carefully wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leads you upstairs. He then opens the window to his roof and climbs out before offering his hand to you. You take it and climb out onto the roof with him and sit down. You two sit in silence for a while, staring at the stars. You don’t even notice the tears rolling down your cheeks until you feel Corbyns fingers gently wiping them away. “He called me a slut.” You say eventually, causing Corbyn to look at you with worry. “And he grabbed my arm and yanked me to the floor.” With those last words you let out a sob and break down. Corbyn pulls you into his arms and holds you tightly as you sob loudly into his chest. You feel one hand rubbing your back while the other runs through your hair as you cry. He doesn’t say anything, just holds you and hums into your ear. After what felt like hours of crying, you take a deep breathe and pull away from Corbyn to look at him. “I’m sorry.” You mumble quietly and he shakes his head. “Don’t be.” He responds while pushing a few strands of hair away from your face. “It’s okay.” He assures you and you lean your head back on his chest. “Hey Corbyn?” You say after a few quiet moments. “Yeah?” “Happy Birthday.” The next day, Corbyn drives you to Noah’s house to pick up your car so you can head home. After he drops you off, you promise you’ll call him when you get home and then head out. Corbyn still couldn’t get (y/n) off of his mind. While that wasn’t any different from the usual, now he was extremely worried. He knew you and he knew you would eventually go back to Noah. No matter how much of a dick he was. “Did you get home okay?” Corbyn asks when (y/n) calls him later. “Yeah.” She responds. “But please don’t be mad at me.” ‘Here it comes’ he thought to himself. “What’s up?” He asks. “Me and Noah are back together. He apologized and said it was just because he was super drunk. I know he would never hurt me on purpose.” ‘Called it.’ Corbyn thought. The two stay on the phone for a little while longer before bidding goodbye. “You can’t call out just this once?” Noah begs you. “I wish I could babe.” You tell him and he groans and falls back on his bed. You crawl over to him and he turns away from you. “Are you seriously mad?” “You never make time for me anymore!” He yells sitting back up again. “You’re always at work or school or with Corbyn.” You hated whenever Noah brought up Corbyn. He always said his name like it was a dirty word and it pissed you off. The two never got along even though you desperately wished that they did. They had some unspoken problem between each other that you could never figure out. “Just go.” Noah mutters like a child. You lean over and kiss his cheek before getting up and walking out of his room. Thankfully, work went quickly and they even told you you could leave an hour early. You head home to change and then back over to Noah’s house to surprise him. When you walk into his house, you hear loud music playing from his room and assume he’s upstairs.

You make your way up to his bedroom and when you open the door, a silent sob escapes your lips. There was Noah, with a random girl laying on top of him. You wanted to scream, cry, walk up and punch him. But you couldn't. You couldn't find the willpower to do any of that.

So, you ran. You ran back downstairs, slamming the door while you were at it and climbed into your car. You let yourself sit there for a while, crying your eyes out while you tried to figure out what to do.

Eventually you decided to call Corbyn. You hated that you constantly called him whenever shit like this happened but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t know who else to talk to besides your best friend.

Just as you’re about to call him, you spot Noah's name and a rush of anger courses through you. You quickly block his number, deciding that you were officially done with him before calling Corbyn.

“Hey (y/n/n) whats up? I thought you were at work?” He asks.

“I was.” You respond trying to gain more of your composure. “They let me out early so I went to Noahs and I saw him kissing some random girl.” You state angrily.

“Ah shit.” Corbyn sighs tiredly. He knew it was a matter of time before Noah would resort to his lowest of low, cheating on (y/n).

“So now I’m just driving around trying to figure out what to do.” You tell him.

“Come over.” Corbyn responds instantly. ‘You don’t deserve him’ You think to yourself. You tell him that you’ll pick up some food for the both of you before heading over.

When you get there, Corbyn already has your favorite movie set up on his TV and a billion blankets on his bed that you can wrap yourself up in. After setting everything up you turn to Corbyn and he offers you a sad smile before opening up his arms to you.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist tightly, while resting your head on his chest. He holds you for a few minutes, rubbing your back as you hugged him tightly.

For the rest of the night, you and Corbyn ate food, watched your favorite movies, and talked. At any given opportunity, Corbyn continued to try and make you laughed and it worked. Every single time.

By the time you had forgotten all about Noah and his almighty doucheness, you were almost half asleep on Corbyns bed. Corbyn notices you’re falling asleep and lays a blanket over you before quietly standing up from his bed.

He leans down and places a light kiss on your forehead before walking out of his room and downstairs. As he sat down on the couch in the living room he realized how not tired he was and sat up on his phone for a while.

But yet he still couldn't quite focus on anything but (y/n). Was she finally over Noah? Would she rebound back to him like she had done a million times before? He wished he knew. He wished he could show her what it was like to be truly loved and cared for.

She deserved the best and Noah wasn’t it. But Corbyn could be. He wanted to show her true love and affection. Someone to take care of her through thick and thin and not as someone to be thrown away when they get bored. With all of these thoughts swirling around his head, the blonde eventually drifted off into a deep sleep.

When you wake up the next morning, you realize you’re in Corbyns room but don’t see him anywhere. You make your way downstairs and see him asleep on the couch. You walk over and bend down so you’re eye to eye before lightly shaking his shoulder to wake him up.

“Hey.” You greet him with a soft smile once you see his eyes flutter open.

“Hey.” He responds sitting up. “Feeling any better?” He asks and you nod your head.

“It’s all thanks to you.” You respond and he smiles at you. “Noah texted me last night.” You start quietly and you watch as Corbyn closes his eyes in slight frustration.

“Before you say anything,” You begin to say but Corbyn interrupts you.

“No (y/n).” He says standing up and you follow. “I know I tell you that it’s okay to talk to me about Noah and all the horrible things he does and I know I tell you I’ll always be your friend but It’s getting to be too hard.”

You watch as your best friend unravels, running his hands through his hair in frustration and sighing loudly.

Corbyn had officially snapped. He couldn’t take watching the love of his life go back and forth with a guy that didn’t even deserve a second glance. He couldn’t watch her heart break without his breaking more at the sight of every tear that fell down her cheeks.

He just couldn’t do it anymore.

“I have loved you from the minute you walked into my life.” He says and your hand flies to your mouth.

“And I will continue to love you for the rest of my life. But I can’t continue to be your friend if it means you’re going back to him.”