canthurtfeelings
THE COACH.
Shut up, all of you! new rule. from now on, if you can't be honest with each other, come to me. i'll be honest for you. i'm the one who tells Kamal he smells like a disgusting pile of onions. that's my job! mine!
Private and independent Alex Taylor from youtube red's good game penned by grump. i take no legal credit over the characters and show, only this interpretation of one of the characters.
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iamfriendarin:
“I mean, no? It’s about a dude that builds a replica of his dead son. Scary in a mortality way, but heartwarming in a you way.” Ryland shrugs. “I figured we’d stick with something you’d like, keep the scary to a minimum if you’re gonna be sober.”
“Okay. It sounds super cool.” Alex loved that Ryland had figured in him when it came to his decision on movies. “And I’m gonna be sober cause you want me to. Even if it’s hard.”
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iamfriendarin:
The whirr grows into a weird clank in his chest for a brief second, hesitantly leaning onto the other. “You’re my best friend too, dude. I’ll try not to get mysteriously stabbed in the eye by nothing anymore.”
“That’s all I ask.” His voice is super serious before he took a bite of his pizza. Ryland was his world. The one person who still put up with him after all this time. He would do anything for him. He HAD done everything for him. “Is this movie scary, Ry?”
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iamfriendarin:
“It didn’t feel like dust, it… it almost felt like a shock, it sucked..” He finally opens his eye, a glimmer of bright orange fading into brown. “I’m fine. Just… just sit and eat pizza with me, light up if you need to… it’s fine.” Ryland flops on the couch again, grabbing a slice.
“I have to watch you encase it happens again.” The coach went to grab the pizza and sat with his whole body touching Ryland in some way. Pressed from shoulder to feet into him. “Don’t scare me like that. You’re my best friend.”
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iamfriendarin:
He nods, hissing through his teeth as he pulls his hand away. “I’m fine, I’m fine.. it felt like a knife was in my eye, but I’m good..” Ryland pats his arm a bit, keeping his eye shut. “I think I’ll be fine, anyway…”
“Why, though? Did some dust or some shit get in there? I can clean tomorrow while you guys are playing cause you don’t need me to tell you shit.” He had to help. In was in his nature. If he wasn’t needed, he was going to be kicked out. “Are you sure?”
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codedsarcasm:
❝ what do you mean, what am i doing up? my bedtime’s not for another few hours and i’m going to the pool. what are you doing up? ❞ brows raise ; thinly masked concern for her friend, that’s a near - constant state when it comes to alex. she’s gotten used to it.
@canthurtfeelings / starter call.
“ but it’s three am? what if you get hurt? no one will find you. ” wide, blown pupils stare back at her. he was beyond smashed and on his way to high. “ i went to the bar. cause ry wanted some alone time with ash. can i come to the pool? i wanna be a dolphin. ”
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iamfriendarin:
Ryland rolls his eyes. “Hit play on this fucker so we can–!!” His hand flies up to cover his eye as he lets out a yelp, feeling something akin to a needle jabbing into his cornea.
Behind him, the movie starts.
Alex scrambled over to his friend with all the grace of a newborn deer. “Ryland! Are you okay? You yelped!” A million things could be wrong. He couldn’t see anything. “I can get you some water? Or pizza? Or...Or yoghurt?” He didn’t know what to get. It was hard. Alex wasn’t the best in situations like this.
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iamfriendarin:
He sighs, moving over to sit on the opposing side of the couch. “Do whatever, bro. I’m not your fuckin’ babysitter.”
It’s not like I care about you or anything.
Ryland gets up to put the movie in, and looks around for the remote. “Alex, is the remote under your ass again?”
A hurt, kicked puppy expression painted across his face. No, this was’t a bad thing. He just had to smile. Be the Alex he was known to be. His fingers danced along the glass of the bong before he put them away. Sober. Just...try not to think too hard about anything.
“I don’t think so.” He patted around him and then pulled out said remote. “It was! You’re so smart.”
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iamfriendarin:
He huffs quietly when Alex reaches for the bong, using his foot to try and push it away. “Dude, do you have to get high right now? Can’t just enjoy pizza and a movie with me, am I that bad?”
Okay, Ryland definitely still needs some work on that. His chest twinges even as he says it, like something stopping and starting again. A thought of his heart stopping creeps in, but he does good on that and brushes the thought away.
“I can do those with this too, Ry. You know I love yah. I just...I don’t know.” He finished lamely. “We ran out of beer. And being sober is weird, y’know? I feel weird when I’m not something.” Years of alcohol and drugs had made him dependent. He needed it. He thought Ryland got that since Ryland needed his shit.
But he didn’t want to upset his best friend. “I...I can try, though.”
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iamfriendarin:
Ryland smiles, a rare occurrence for the grumpy man. There’s something about the strange, almost mature naiveté, as weird as that sounds, that Alex exudes that makes something inside him make a weird whirring noise. Well, okay, the weird noise is always there, some sort of funky lung thing or whatever, but it’s stronger when he talks. So it has to mean something.
He flops on the grungy couch and sweeps the random shit from the coffee table to be dealt with later as he sets the pizza down. “Yeah? Fuckin’ sweet man, finally get to watch something that isn’t Care Bears or whatever the fuck it is you like.”
Ryland was always amazing him. After all, his best friend was amazing. He was so good at shit even if he tried to hide it with anger. He was doing so much better than he had before they’d started the team. Now, he was kicking ass and standing up for himself. Even if they still fought over some of the things that happened.
The coach was already reaching for his bong. Just to take the edge off of shit. Not that there was an edge. He just wanted to get high. “Care bears are adorable, Ry. They live their lives how they want and don’t give a shit. But...if it’s scary I might scream.”
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I’LL TAKE THE LONG ROAD HOME
THAT’S LINED WITH BLOOD AND SNOW
I’VE BECOME SO NUMB
THAT I CAN’T EVEN FEEL THE COLD
independent and private paultin/seppa from d/c/a
penned by grump
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commandertupperware:
Mitch understood how Alex was feeling. This kind of shit was tough and unenjoyable, but Mitch was willing. He didn’t want their relationship to be bitter and angry forever. Especially now after they’ve established contact again. “I’m…I’m willing to deal with that.” He’s already been slapped by Ash. How worse could it possibly be? “It’s not like I’m moving in with you guys. Just wanna take a day to get to know ya better.” He had no idea exactly what happened to Alex after the band broke up. He thought it’d be nice to hear how Alex got to be so successful.
“I got a free day. The team is taking a no playing day and going to do other stuff.” He didn’t want to push himself on them any more cause Ryland didn’t like it. And yet, he wanted to go. To be included. One thing he could say was partly Mitch’s fault was his abandonment issues and separation anxiety. “Okay. But I reserve the right to bail if shit gets too hard.”
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@commandertupperware + ask
“Man, I don’t know.” Alex sighed. Mitch was clearly trying but Alex still remembered how he had felt when the band had broken up. Betrayed. Lost. Alone. It would take a long time to unpack those emotions since he hadn’t ever looked at them. He instead drunk and smoked them away and then put them all into Ryland. “Shit’s hard, y’know? I’m willing to give this a try but I can’t say you won’t get glares from Ry or Ash.”
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Guess who remembered they had this blog? A bad person called Grump.
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Alex Taylor | Falling
For @asinglepetal
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@oftheatrics + sc!
“Can I get a puppy? I’ve been watching daytime tv and all the adopt a dog commercials are making me sad. THEY NEED HOMES AND I HAVE A HOME. Well, Ryland has a home. I got a couch. Does a couch count as a home?”
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@iamfriendarin + sc!
“Ry, I’m so proud of you! You didn’t yell at the pizza guy for being late! This calls for a celebration. I’m gonna let you pick whatever movie you wanna watch and we’ll watch it together. I won’t even talk. Not a word. Well, maybe a word. Or a pass the popcorn. But not a coachy word!”
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