stuck in the middle

dylan brown ~ 28 ~ premier leaque soccer player ~ SF VIKINGS

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faye-saunders:

“When do you ever think about others?” Faye questioned, a playful smirk on her features as she spoke, making her way towards her door. “Rough day… and no, no one killed my parents. Believe me, if one of them was dead, I think my expression would be a little more cheerful.” It was a horrible thing to say, but some days she’d be happy if her dad her gone.

Dylan gasps in shock. “What an awful accusation!” He laughs. “Wasn’t it me who was kind enough to take you to that concert?! I’m always taken for granted... incredible.” He shakes his head. “Rough day heh? And if it’s alcohol you’re looking for, you’re certainly not going to be finding it inside. Get in the car.” He says, chuckling at what she said about her parents. “You do know I’m rich enough to hire a hitman, right?” He jokes. 

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nathanxyoung:

Nathan merely nodded his head, having absolutely no idea if Dylan really did understand or not, but for now he’d have to take his word for it. “Thanks,” he said with a light chuckle. “But I’m definitely going to work on changing things. It won’t be happening again.”

“Enough with talking about your shitty clients.” Dylan says all of a sudden. The topic is now dead for him now that he’s taken care of Nathan’s money problems. “You’re the worst person ever. Where are all those hot models I was promised?”

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mttknox:

“I’m not entirely sure if I left the coffee machine on, and while I know the uncertainty’s going to bug me the entire fucking day, I can’t be bothered to go back to my apartment to check.”

“Don’t you have a maid? That’s ridiculous.” Dylan lets out a laugh. “I have a Porsche, man. I can give you a ride, because I’m a nice person. It will take just a few minutes.”

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faye-saunders:

It had been one of those days, one where she was just desperate to get home, but naturally she spotted someone standing not far from the door to her place as she approached. Faye sighed softly, and then said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible, “Whatever it is, I sure hope you brought alcohol with you.”

“This is just energy drink.” Dylan says, his back is rested on his Porsche. “I can’t always think about the others, right? I mean I know that I’m an angel, but even angels should have a day off.” Dylan laughs. “What’s up with you, heh? Did someone kill your parents? You look like shit.”

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miarosheford:

Forgetting that she was in a public place, Mia suddenly shrieked in panic while looking down on her camera.

“There we go. This is what happens when you give these amatuer indie fuckin’ photographers a chance.” Dylan scoffs, shaking his head with dissaproval. “Did you even know how to use that shit? Where’s my man Nathan when you need him the most.”

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chowdhury-rameshchowdhury:

“And you’re going to stop me from attending a public concert that I can easily get a ticket too on my own, are you? Oh, ho, look at me, I’m a man who can dish it out but can’t take it. Fuck you. Fuck your family. Fuck your cow. Fuck, fuck FUCK,” Ramesh said mockingly.

“Yes. I am.” Dylan grits his teeth. “Listen to me you ugly son of a bitch. I’ll buy all the tickets to that concert if I’m have to, alright? You’re not going to that concert.” He says and starts chewing on the inside of his chin. 

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vxnessasullivan:

“That wasn’t what I meant by that at all Dylan. I just meant that that was the only reason I was asking questions. I was interested, that’s all. Please don’t take it as something which it wasn’t.” She hesitated to say that she was interested in him actually. “My name is Vanessa, please use it.” She shook her head. “I want to come with you!” Oh, she was going to regret saying that. “I do want to come with you.” 

“Oh, okay, okay.” He nods. “I thought you were just being nosy. That’s what most of the girls do anyway.” Dylan laughs. “Alright, Vanessa.” Dylan says. “Don’t tell me what to do. You work for me, I don’t work for you.” He frowns. Dylan never cares about what other people think. He doesn’t care about hurting others’ feelings, but at that moment the cleaner girl seems so vulnerable... and pretty... Dylan kind of regrets what he’s said to her. “Great. Your dress will be ready in a few days. I’ll tell my good for nothing stylist to take you to nice hair dresser too. You’d like that eh?” He asks, smiling.

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nathanxyoung:

“You’d be surprised.” Nathan shook his head a moment, because this really was typical of Dylan. He might not have been on a soccer players salary, but he could more than get by with what he took in. “Fine,” he chuckled. “I know you’re right.”

“Ah, of course, I understand.” Dylan says and takes out his phone. He knows the reason why Nathan says he’d be surprised because he doesn’t want to reveal how poor he is. If it were someone else, Dylan would say this to their faces but he actually likes Nathan a lot. He texts his manager to transfer a few thousand dollars to his photographer Nathan’s bank account. “Have no worries about those sons of bitches that cancel on you, my friend. I’ll talk to the guys in the club. I’m sure they’ll say yes to having a group photo of the team.”

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alexisxslater:

“That’s a saying dumbass.”

“Bye Felicia.”

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roryalcott:

She watched the tinsel meet his forehead with a satisfied smirk, “Ha. You can avoid it all you want but you can never escape Christmas. Wow, this whole fame thing is really getting to your head, huh? God, Dylan, is there anything genuine left about you at all? Sure, show off your platinum card but if you’re going to be anti everything nice in this world then at least tell your manager to buy me a big fat present as well. And you’re putting on the antlers whether you like it or not.” 

“Funny.” Dylan pouts, throwing Rory a look. “What the fuck are you talking about? I’m the most genuine person I’ve ever met. All the cock suckers out there; they smile at your face, they lie and stab you in the back. I’m like an open book – I always speak the truth.” Dylan says. There’s nothing Dylan likes more than showing off with his money. Even in the middle of the most outrageous fight, tell him to buy something and he’ll do it. He takes out his phone immediately. “Alright. What do you want for Christmas? A new dress?” Dylan looks around. “You might actually use a new TV.” He frowns.”No!” He says, raises his hand up and shakes his index finger. “I said no.” 

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roryalcott:

Rory rolled her eyes, ignoring his negativity by throwing tinsel at his face, “Half the fun is doing it yourself and getting right into the Christmas spirit, but if you want to be a grinch and let someone else do it for you, sure. You’re at my place though, and if you’re going to be here then we go all out ourselves. I have half a mind to make you wear reindeer antlers just for being prissy.” 

“I don’t give a shit about spirit.” He tries to dodge the tinsel. “Fuck.” But it hits him on the head.“It’s a bunch of bullshit if you ask me. I just tell my fuckin’ manager to buy some expensive gifts for my parents and he sends them with a fake little card. I don’t give a fuck.” Dylan laughs. “What is this Grinch shit?” He asks. “Whoever that is, they sounds smart. Sounds like what they’re doing.” He nods approvingly. “Reindeer antlers? What the fuck? There’s no way I’m putting that fag thing on. Haha!”

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roryalcott:

“You know what the start of November means? Christmas is here, and you can bet your bottom dollar I’m pulling out the works - lights, tinsel and the sweet, sultry sound of Michael Buble crooning Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas. Why yes, Michael, I think I will,” Rory grinned, nodding enthusiastically, “You know, you could join me. I haven’t even put up the tree and it’s going to be spectacular… I’m thinking blue and gold.” 

“Why the fuck would I wanna do that? I’m gonna pay my fuckin’ cleaner to put up the decorations, of course, because you know why? I ain’t no fuckin’ maid.” Dylan laughs. “Of course, I’ll join you in watching how the woman I’ll hire puts up the decorations, if you’re in.”

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chowdhury-rameshchowdhury:

“That’s a lot of fucks to give. As for me, I have one to give to you. No fucking way. But I will get a ticket just to watch you go through that torture. You’ll know I’m there because I’ll be the only person laughing.”

“You said no fucking way once. You’re not coming.” He says with a frown. “Go laugh at your own ass.” Dylan doesn’t like being made fun of and he hates being laughed at.

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djkassandra:

“I don’t suppose you know how to fix phones? I may have dropped mine somewhere a phone should never be dropped.”

“Why would I know how the fuck to fix a phone? Do I look like a fuckin’ technician to you? No, because I don’t even care if that’s what it’s called.” Dylan laughs. “If your phone is dead, you buy a new one. If you’re poor, I’ll buy you a new one.”

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nathanxyoung:

“Don’t worry. I do have plenty of it.” If there was one thing that Nathan’s job provided, it was money, he had no shortages. For that he really was thankful. “Fuck knows, but I’m done,” he laughed, shaking his head. “You live and you learn or whatever. Next time I won’t be quite so much.”

“Plenty my ass. How much do you earn from that job?” Dylan scoffs sarcastically. “Never be quite, man. Or you’ll never get paid and you’ll cry to my ass about how poor you are. Haha!” He laughs, although he’s just joking.

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itshyemi:

Hyemi smiled, slightly less frigid this time, though still frustrated. “Hilarious.” Dylan was mostly a good client, and looked great on her resume, but honestly he could be so obnoxious she couldn’t stand it. Especially hungover—which, regrettably, she was.“I think maybe something different from your usual style would look good? You want to look special for your date, right? So, how relaxed are you going for? First date, second date?”

“Haha! I know right?” Dylan laughs. His ego doesn’t let him catch the sarcasm in her tone. “Different? Different how? You’re not gonna turn me into one of those fuckin’  clowns, are ya? No way! Haha. I ain’t no fuckin’ faggot.” He laughs. “I’m pretty relaxed, you know. She’s a reporter or something like that. I don’t give a shit honestly. She’ll try to throw herself in my arms, you know... They always do.” He laughs. He takes out his phone and shows a photo of the woman to Hyemi. “This is the chick. What do you think? Pretty good, right? She’s a good fuck eh?”

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alexisxslater:

“I didn’t ask.”

“You called me Felicia.”