The Dash Likes

The Dash Likes ----------------- Dashiell Parr, your favourite Parr. Sixth Year, Gryffindor, 16 years old. Suave, charming, the fastest man on a broom, it's no wonder you're obsessed.

[john-silver-stargazer-blog]

Abbey Road // Open

John stands in front of the looming structure, ice lolly clutched in his good hand. It’s hot. He’s sweating. He’s wearing fucking khakis and a baseball cap, trying to blend in with the muggle tourists around him. This ranks as one of the worst times in Johns life, including the time he lost his god damn arm. 

A small child knocks into his leg in their haste to get into line. “Sowwy Mister!” She says politely. 

John stares down at her. “Um. Bugger off ye shit.” 

The girl shoots him a horrified look before scurrying off to her mother. 

I take everything back, Silver thinks to himself as he finishes his treat and tosses it into the garbage, Salazar Slytherin is the worst mother fucker to have ever existed. Because it’s Slytherin’s fucking fault he’s standing in front of Westminster Abbey on this hot summer day in the middle of the tourist season. And the worst part is is that John knows in his heart that this isn’t the place that the riddle spoke of, he just couldn’t think of anywhere else to go. 

Grudgingly he stands in line, fishing around his pockets for the exorbitant fee to get into the shithole. 

[the-dashparr]

Dash had been roaming around Westminster Abbey on the day he took off simply because he couldn’t stand the desk he was working at any more. He was around his family 24/7 it seemed and he couldn’t stand it. His sister at work and his family at home. Not that he really ever spoke to any of them. Dash had most recently picked up a form of communication in the form of grunts. That along with sneaking out to muggle London for drinks until midnight and only coming home in the dead of night had kept him sane during this... weird time.

When he saw the man run into the girl Dash couldn’t help but laugh. He might be grumpy, but this man was much grumpier. “You going in there with all the fucking kids that just entered?” Dash said, he didn’t know why he was talking to the man but he couldn’t help but relate. 

[coachmeerahughes-blog]

Fast Discoveries || Meera&Dash

[the-dashparr]

coachmeerahughes:

Meera had her elbow in one hand and her fingers rested thoughtfully against her lips. She stared at Dash, listening intently to the explanation and translating it from her Dash to coherency filter that she’d garnered over the years. Obviously, from what she’d just seen, this wasn’t normal. She wasn’t sure there was a drug, potion, or spell that could make anyone move that fast. Perhaps it was a magical ability or who even knows. Magic has a funny way of just doing whatever it wants.

An unbearable amount of time (at least for Dash) passed in silence as she contemplated all of this. But finally, she nodded small. “…Alright.” It was all she could manage at first. She would have to address the issues of keeping it a secret later. She still had questions. “But…that was running. You can translate that speed into…flying too?”

Dash fidgeted waiting for Meera to talk. Going from a mile a minute to standstill hurt, he could feel it throughout him he just wanted her to speak or run or... Both. Dash knew he couldn’t though. It took all of his self control to stand there and wait for her to kick him off the team or worse. Report it. When she spoke though she seemed more confused than angry. “Yeah, I mean, I just... go and keep going...” He said not looking her in the eye. “Just going really fucking fast. You know?”

[the-dashparr]

totallywicked-thad:

Thad laughed happily as Dash listed idea after idea. It really did sound perfect. “Perfect! We gotta learn to drive though…because if we don’t I don’t think a van would be much help to us.” He chuckled with a shake of his head before his smile turned to a devilish smirk. “I vote yes. To the mirrors. The entire back of the van can be perfect for fucking. Like a love shack on wheels.”

“What? Like driving is fucking hard?” Dash smirked. “You turn a thing and push some other shit and... Fuck, if an idiot muggle kid can fucking do it, two fucking wizards could. If anything we just use some fucking spell and it’ll auto drive itself while we fuck in the back.” He shoved him a bit laughing. “I think we will need a fucking blanket at least or else fucking back there isn’t going to be appealing on all fucking glass mirrors.”

[the-dashparr]

I Fucked Up// Open

[the-dashparr]

coachmeerahughes:

God bless these Gryffindor boys. So pure, but so dumb. She laughed a little and reached up, subtly wiping a tear from her eye. “Of course not Dash! You come to Hogsmeade and drink’s on me. You play in the area or hell– anywhere that’s accessible and I’ll be there. What I’m saying is you’re going to meet so many amazing people, go see so many cool places, and do such great things with your life. But whenever you can find the time for lil’ ol’ me, well–I’ll be there. And I’ll be glad you thought of me.”

Dash let it sit for a minute. She was being so kind and nice and Dash didn’t do sappy moments. “Okay, enough of fucking that I don’t want to have to deal with you crying, shit I don’t fucking know what to do if you fucking do.”

[the-dashparr]

totallywicked-thad:

A wide grin grew on Thad’s face as his best friend listed idea after idea. They truly could do whatever they wanted to do. Australia. America. Backpacking. Living on the streets. Doing whatever they needed to do to make ends meet. “It’s going to be fucking perfect mate. Maybe we can even convince May to join us. For a short bit anyways. For once in our lives we don’t have anywhere to be or anything to do. We can do exactly what we want.”

“No one telling us to fucking come back. If they want to see this we can send them a howler with our fucking location for the next few days and they can find us there. We don’t need a fucking house even! We could buy a beat up van like in those muggle movies where people smoke shit? SHIT we could pimp it the fUCK out. Disco ball. Blankets and pillows in the back for fucking. Hell, throw some mirrors in and get really fucking kinky.”

[the-dashparr]

Prom-com // Dash & Thad

[the-dashparr]

totallywicked-thad:

Before Thad could even react, Dash had zoomed out of the closet and pushed him inside of it. A little disoriented, Thad fumbled a moment before recomposing himself and looking at his friend in confusion. Only Dash wasn’t just standing there, he was holding a sign. The moment Thad read the words, he laughed out loud. He had to give it to Dash, it was pretty clever. “You’re asking me to prom?” He laughed again with a shake of his head. It was a little surprising coming from Dash. But while Thad spent his whole year failing more and more, Dash had become much more sure of himself. So much so he was standing here asking Thad to prom. “Fuck yes.” He finally responded with a smile before grabbing Dash and pulling him into the closet with him.

“Who the fuck else would I ask?” He said laughing a bit. “It’s not like I’ve been fucking anyone else lately.” It felt good to joke like that. Make fun of his hesitation to fuck from his... Experience last year. It felt good to be here, standing in front of someone he might love... That’s right. LOVE. To tell him that he felt this way. When Thad pulled Dash into the closet he couldn’t help but laugh. “FUCK, shit, be careful, we haven’t cleaned this out in fucking forever. We’ll trip over a shoe or get stabbed with some unknown fucking object I don’t know.” He was still laughing though, happy to be so close to the boy. “Can I ask something else too?”

[hercthehandsome-blog]

Will Work For Victory

[the-dashparr]

hercthehandsome:

Herc swallowed hard and looked at Dash, eyes flickering over his face as he cleared his throat. His voice wavered a little.

“Um, well – I mean, not like – don’t like –” he was panicking a little, reaching up to rub at his neck before stammering out all he could think to say, “… is the list really nice…?”

“Yeah, nice and fucking long. Longer than your dick I’m sure.” He smirked.

[the-dashparr]

I Fucked Up// Open

[the-dashparr]

coachmeerahughes:

His offense and confusion were so genuine that she could almost feel tears stinging at the back of her eyes. Her expression softened and she shook her head. “Of course not, Dash. But you’re going to go off and live your life and spread the word of The Dash across all corners of the globe! But whenever you come back to Hogwarts, my door will always be open and I’ll always be around to listen to what you’ve been up to. I can promise you that.”

“What you can’t meet me in Hogsmeade for a fucking drink? Take a trip to watch me play?” Dash pouted a bit at the idea. “I wouldn’t fucking leave you hanging like that, are you going to fucking leave me?”

[coachmeerahughes-blog]

Fast Discoveries || Meera&Dash

[the-dashparr]

coachmeerahughes:

Meera noticed that Dash’s hands were shaking and it was probably the most concerning thing about all of this. She had seen him shake with anger, and he shook when he brought Thad’s listless body to her door. But why on Earth would this have him shaking? What was he really hiding? Was she in over her head with this one? She watched him take his mark, leaning her weight onto one leg and folding her arms. Hopefully, all this would be okay. It would all be–

He said ‘don’t blink’ and then he was gone. And when she in fact did blink, he was back. She saw him–at least she thought she saw him–as a blur for a mere moment but it was all too, well…fast to see. She blinked several more times, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. She shook herself from her state of shock. “I– what– how–” She paused, put up her hands in a ‘stop’ motion, took a deep breath, and started again. “What was that and how did you do it?”

Dash looked at Meera nervously before speaking slowly. Because the truth was... Well.. He didn’t have an answer. “I just did it. When I was a kid I could run fast. REALLY fast, but fuck, I never tried to run FAST FAST and I don’t fucking know... It just fucking happened before a fucking quidditch try out. I wanted to push myself. They fucking said some shit from some people on the team that you had to push yourself to be the best you can, you know that fucking bullshit. So I was on the field, training and shit cause I wanted to be on the team so FUCKING bad and so I pushed it and pushed it and never felt like I pushed it enough and then... I... I don’t know, I realized I was going fast. REALLY fucking fast.” Dash ran a hand through his hair. “My dad said that they didn’t like people with abilities like that shit, the team gets called out more for fucking cheating and shit.” Dash shrugged. “I want to keep playing so.. I don’t fucking know, I kept it a fucking secret.”

[the-dashparr]

I want the world to know... // Dash & Thad (Flashback)

[the-dashparr]

totallywicked-thad:

Thad fell into the kisses eagerly. But when Dash pushed him back, he was more than a little disappointed. Of course, Dash assured him it could continue after they ran. In fact, he painted the perfect picture of what would happen once they got where they were going and he grinned wide. “Ok ok. I’ll meet you there. Just…” He caught the bag and held it in his arms before meeting Dash’s eyes with a look of concern. “Good luck. And be careful. Please…run at the first sign of trouble..” He took a step towards the door, not taking his eyes of Dash. “It will all work out. I promise. We’ll be ok.”

Dash took a deep breath. In and out. In and out. As he left the room and gave one last look at the boy he trusted most. Dash walked to his parents door standing for a moment desperate searching for the courage in his shaky hand as it knocked on the door. “Mom?” Dash croaked out, waiting for her to open it. In the distance he could here JJ going on, talking to someone he was sure wasn’t his mom and his dad was... well he wasn’t sure about that either. The only thing he knew was if his mom was in there the door was closed and- His mom opened the door just then, looking as tired as ever looking at Dash.  “Yeah, Dashiell?” She asked. Their relationship was tense already. There wasn’t a whole lot he could do to fuck it up any more. But in that moment he saw his dad and a part of him wanted to run without saying it. His dad was always so supportive when talking about girls, he beemed so brightly at Dash when Dash came home and told his dad his secret. He kissed a girl. That’s right. Tiny 11 year old Dash was well on his way to becoming a player when he pecked a Hufflepuff girl right on the lips. His dad patted him on the back, told him that’s what being a quidditch player was about.. or well, something along those lines. Time was a funny thing, it made things so confusing. “Dash?” She asked. Dash was standing in front of her still not saying a word staring at his dad. Then his mom. Then, just as he opened his mouth his eyes began to well up and he couldn’t say a thing. Dash stood in front of them, sobbing like a kid for a moment before he said a word.

“Dash, what’s wrong?” His mom asked, hesitantly reaching her arm out. Dash knew, Dash could break into a tantrum at any moment, she had reason to be hesitant, but Dash didn’t like that either. He didn’t want to be someone his mother was afraid of. Dash was frozen in fear himself though, the words caught in his throat. 

“Hey, Dash, buddy, what’s up?” His dad asked, suddenly, Dash had turned his parent’s parental worry into high gear. Dash couldn’t look at them. He needed to say it.

“I need to fucking tell you something.” Dash blubbered out.

“Are you in trouble?” His dad said, instantly switching to his angry parent voice.

“Dashiell, did you steal something? Break something again? You break something every time you come home there is no reason to cry you-” But his mom piped in then, doing some deductive work. “NO! Not something like that.” Dash snapped.

“Is it bad?” His dad asked impatiently.

Dash nodded. But both of his parents stayed silent. Dash felt like he knew... And they knew... What he was about to say. It just hung between them eagerly waiting to be said. Dash wiped a tear away as his mom touched his should gently.

“Dash...” She said more gently now, but Dash didn’t hear it as gentle. It sounded angry. It sounded like a warning to him that he shouldn’t say it. What isn’t said is never real... Right?

“I’m not... Straight.” Dash said staring at their shoes and backing away as he said it. “I mean not fucking gay but not really fucking straight and FUCK. I fuck dudes sometimes? Shit FUCKING HAPPENS. But I still fuck girls to you know? I do fucking both and just...” Dash’s fear was being replaced by anger as he watched his dad’s face dropped. Disappointment. That’s all Dash could read. Dash was an utter disappointment. “Just needed to fucking say it okay? So now I fucking said it and now... Fuck off and shit. FUCK.” Dash said, stomping off and running out the door.

Once outside, Dash wiped the last of his tears away and looking at Thad. “We have to fucking go. Now.”

[mulanzhou-blog]

Why Is Mulan Any Different? (Flashback Open Starter)

[the-dashparr]

mulanzhou:

Mulan still felt herself flinch backwards just a little.  Expecting the Dash explosion did at least help her against the brunt of the shouting.  She waited patiently for him to pause; even The Dash™ needed to breathe.  When she found an opportune moment, she spoke.  Her face remained neutral with a tinge of sadness.

“Dash.  Consider how much flying means to you.  Now imagine that all of that was stripped away in an instant, not because of anything you did, but because of who you are.  If I had said who I really was, I’d have lost a large part of myself.”

“WHO THE FUCK WOULD EVEN DO THAT? IF YOU FUCKING LIKE IT YOU FUCKING LIKE IT YOU-” Dash paused, this was too reminscent of another topic he struggled with. But that was different. That was actually hard. She was just a lying cunt who pretended to be someone to fly. Something literally anyone could do. “YOU FUCKING TRICKED ME. YOU FUCKING ARE A FUCKING LYING CUNT WHO TRICKED ME INTO LAYING WITH ME ALL FOR WHAT? SO THAT YOU CAN PRETEND TO HAVE A DICK LATERAND FUCK ME THE FUCK OVER FOR IT? BULL FUCKING SHIT.”

[the-dashparr]

What Do I Do Now? // Mulan & Dash

[the-dashparr]

mulanzhou:

“Hey, I don’t mind exercising and running, though running isn’t my preferred method of working out.  I just also happen to like sleep.  People can work out at different times of the day, can they not, Dash?” she teased, gently nudging the boy with her elbow.  She let out a sigh and stretched her arms.  “But since we’ve spent so much time awake now, I don’t think I can fall back asleep anyways.  I guess you win.  We can go running if you’re still down,” she rolled her eyes with a chuckle.

“Race you to get dressed and meet at the pitch? Last one there has to run suicides.” Dash said beaming with happiness at the girl and running off with a head start that he didn’t need.

[coachmeerahughes-blog]

Doorstep Droppings || Meera&Thad&Dash (Flashback)

@the-dashparr @totallywicked-thad

[Taking place over winter break.]

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[mulanzhou-blog]

Why Is Mulan Any Different? (Flashback Open Starter)

[the-dashparr]

mulanzhou:

She let out a sigh, not surprised that Dash hadn’t caught on.  Moreover, by praising her, he had also insulted her.  “Funny.  I think Ping and I are equally matched, considering I am Ping.”  Mulan turned to face Dash now, expecting a tantrum, shouting, possibly even violence.  Whatever it was, Mulan steeled herself, preparing for the worst.

“No.” Dash said looking puzzled. “Shit, fuck, no. That’s- that’s not fucking possible.” Dash said eyeing her. The broom, the hair, the body, it could be. It is. Would it? “FUCK WHY THE FUCKING FUCK?” He yelled, taking a step towards her. “WHAT EVEN IS THE FUCKING POINT YOU FUCKING LYING CUNT? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?”

[the-dashparr]

mulanzhou:

“Are you just more of a dog person?  Or do you not like pets in general?” she asked curiously.

Glad that she finally won one, she continued.  She racked her brain, trying to think of harder options this time.  “I was a vegetarian, I’m color-blind, and I can eat an entire pizza by myself.  Which is the lie?”

Dash shrugged, “I wouldn’t mine a dog cause they can fucking exercise with you and shit, but it’s really not that fucking important.” Dash watched her carefully as she listed her three. “Color-blind. No one is actually fucking color blind. They just fucking say they are for sympathy and shit.”

[the-dashparr]

What Do I Do Now? // Mulan & Dash

[the-dashparr]

mulanzhou:

“You can’t get me to do anything, don’t even bother,” she laughed, rolling her eyes.  People were beginning to stir awake, and not wanting for others to see their rather compromising position, Mulan released Dash’s wrists and got off the boy.  “Why are you so obsessed with seeing if I’m toned or not?  Or are you just trying to get me to go running with you?”  She faked a yawn.  “I think I’d rather go back to bed.”

“I like running,” Dash said with a bit of a frown. There were few things Dash cared about, but taking care of his body and exercise were some of the few things he loved more than anything. “If you liked it too I don’t fucking know, I thought we’d have something fucking in common.” He shrugged a bit moving away now. It was clear she didn’t. He was wrong. Fuck. 

[the-dashparr]

Prom-com // Dash & Thad

[the-dashparr]

totallywicked-thad:

Thad followed the trail with a grin, wondering what his best friend was up to. Sure they had shared tons of chocolate in their years of friendship, but Dash didn’t often leave it lying around their room and especially not in a trail. He tried not to think about it too much as he followed the trail. That is, until he made it to the closet. “What the-” He spoke up as he reached out and pulled on the closet door.

Dash smiled as the boy opened the door. He held the sign behind his back. Dash moved at lightning speed, grabbing Thad and shoving him in the closet so that he could stand outside. Dash was proud of himself for this plan, but a part of him worried about his friend’s response. Was proms to commitment-y? Dash turned the sign around and smiled brightly. It was all in a flash, so Dash knew Thad would have to wait a moment to read it to catch up to where he was. The sign read “Get out of the closet and go to prom with me?” Dash waited patiently for a response without a word. Or a single “fuck”