#c: dash

[hollowed-dreams-rp]

continued from here @thcbcautifullifc​

Nathaniel whimpered out at the attention to his entrance, and felt his back arch further. There was a push back against the finger. Dash’s body was perfect under his fingers, which moved down his chest, one diving into the water to wrap around Dash’s cock. He pulled back from their heated kisses, and moved to Dash’s neck, “I want you, please.”

[pbstones]

@dashhastings​

This had been her second year bidding on baskets for Spring Fling and Phoebe still didn't expect anything more than a free drink and half assed conversation. She'd always favoured the underdogs, hence her choosing the baskets that screamed the least effort possible. There had only been one that seemed far too extravagant for someone of her taste, but the bottle of tequila called to her, and on a whim, she bid on basket twelve without any real thought of what that would entail. That all sprang to mind now, as the winners were announced and the bachelors revealed.

Dash Hastings.

She could have done worse. A lot worse. He was easy on the eyes, and that was enough for Phoebe to feel satisfied. She was more familiar with his brother, but that didn't mean she hadn't heard whispers about here and there about the fully fledged member of Hollow Grove's DILF club. Having waited until she was approached by him, amusement lingering on the curves of her lips, Phoebe studied him with an approving look. "Lucky me," she swooned to her best attempt. “I’m so glad I decided to wear my nice set of lingerie.” 

[ohastings]

@dashhastings

It was a beautiful house from the outside, even if it was chaos on the inside. Smaller than the one they’d grown up in, yes, but when Dash had bought it, he’d only had Rose and their future family in mind. Maybe a couple of kids, but definitely not a family of eight, the way they’d grown up. None of them had had any way of knowing the way their lives would turn out. Change. 

Dash had no way of knowing what change was coming his way now. None of them did. 

Oliver had been standing in front of Dash’s house for ten minutes, at the very least, his phone dead and his comms abandoned in his car. He had no way of contacting Dash since he’d left Cassie, told her he needed to go home and that this wasn’t her fault and that he just wanted to sleep. But now he was staring at Dash’s front door, his stomach churning at the thought of having to knock. What would he say? How would he say it? 

What had Lily done? Why couldn’t Oliver remember anything beyond what life had been beyond the last twelve hours? 

He was spared the further questioning of how to go about this when the front door opened, Dash bounding out of the house and down the steps, his arms outstretched, relief etched all over his face. 

A hug, Oliver thought. His brother wanted a hug. 

“Stop,” he said weakly. His head starting to pound. He could hear Dash’s heartbeat. Blood. Fresh, sweet blood, the metallic taste appearing again as his gums started throbbing. “Don’t come any closer..”

[charlotte-gilmore]

She’d been out dancing, the sound of the music and the alcohol coursing through her making her feel happier than she had in weeks. Her and Connor had finally made up, their weeks of not talking had taken a toll on both of them, and while the two best friends had already spent more than enough time making up for lost time, Charlie still hadn’t seen Dash. She wasn’t sure where they stood with each other, and even after a long talk with her best friend she still wasn’t sure if pursuing anything with the oldest Hastings was a good idea. Not after the trouble their tryst had already caused for both them and Connor. So she’d been avoiding him, at work, in the streets, even at his own home. It was cowardly, she knew that, and it didn’t mean he hadn’t been on her mind more often than not, but Charlotte Gilmore was scared of her feelings and their consequences, so she avoided them.

She’d been doing a pretty good job so far, but it seemed the universe had decided to step in. She was leaving the dance floor and headed towards the bar when the sound of her name being called caused her head to turn, her attention shifted from the path in front of her, and she ran directly into him. “Oh god, I’m so sorry!” She apologized quickly, head snapping back around to see who’d she’d run in to, her eyes going slightly wide and breath hitching in her throat when she realized it was him. “Are-” She began after a brief pause, clearing her throat, “Are you okay? I didn’t see you there.” ( @dashhastings )

[evieducasse]

@dashhastings

Evie made her way towards the cook out after dropping Mason off with Ryan and Allison, slight butterflies in her stomach as she searched around for Dash once she got to the town square. She hadn’t had to have this conversation in quite a while, at least not the entire beginning to end version, so with the mayor’s announcement about Nik weighing on her mind she paused to collect herself and her thoughts before making her way over to the man, hands in the pockets of her jean shorts and a warm smile on her face. “Hey, handsome.” She said once she was standing in front of him, hands leaving her pockets as she stepped forward and enveloped him in a warm embrace. “We’re gonna get food before this whole dish date thing, right? Because I’m starvin’.”

[zclcnas-blog]

“Okay so we have family dinner with my parents tonight, and I’m running out of ideas to make him hate you.” @dashxparr

[ofdorcs-blog]

( @dashdelacour )

“Hey, hi- I brought you a smoothie.”

“Have you decided it’s an appropriate time to be my friend again? My french cousin keeps sending me these god awful letters and I have no one to translate and then make fun of them with.”

[ohastings]

“What about her?” Oliver asked, pointing to a redhead passing their table. “The one she’s with is also really pretty, but I feel like you should really try to only date one girl within a friend group or it really becomes a problem.” 

He hadn’t answered Dash’s question about the investigation in any sense, more preoccupied with his brother’s stagnating love life than the stagnating case about their family’s murder. Six years ago, and yet it felt like they’d really only just started looking. He wasn’t even technically qualified for it, but he was working on his own side project— detectives be damned. He was smart enough  to do this, with the right resources. And he’d tell Dash that, too, but the redhead passing by was time-sensitive.

@dashhastings