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tainted-liquor · 9 months

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Hobie Brown x BlackFem!Ballerina!Reader Tws: BADDDD British, light swearing, Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, and a lil bit of smiles! (fluff) W/C:950 A/N: Heyyy! pls forgive me bro I know 0 Londoners, n I have no idea how to write their accent lol. BEAARRR WITH ME😭

Hobie never expected in his life that he would be in this predicament. Here he was, sitting alongside Gwen as she eagerly ranted to him about her 'older sister' being in this dance. She spent about two days convincing Hobie to go with her, saying that he would be supporting an aspiring artist. "It's about to start!" Gwen cheered silently, clapping her hands quickly before pointing to the red curtains ascending upwards. "There she is!" Gwen whispered as she pointed towards your flexed form, spine curving upward as your back leg extended out behind you as your arms create a sleek invisible line between the tips of your fingers and the bottom of your toes.

He was absolutely enchanted. He had never seen someone make ballet look so sacred in his eyes, brushing off the silly dance as a bunch of jumps and turns. He watched as you slowly began to break free from your frozen stance, moving with such calculated precision and absolute elegance. It was like he was watching the performance through a tunnel, eyes glued on you and you only as you pirouetted with such grace it put every princess in the world to absolute shame. He had heard from Gwen first-hand just how painful it was to do ballet, but watching you twist and turn on the very tips of your toes put everything into perspective. In his mind, you were a precious dove ghosting the surface of the water with your pretty pink pointe shoes.

"Gwendy, you said this's one of your mates, right?" He asked, eyes still absolutely glued to you. Gwen gave him an overjoyed nod, clearly biting back the loudest scream of approval she's ever given. "Introduce me later, yea?" He mumbled as he watched you shoot Gwen a rather smooth wave, disguising it within your movements to not stray from your routine...Man, you were good. You looked absolutely bewitching as your melanated skin shone under the spotlight, your movements remaining soft and delicate whilst carrying yourself with such poise. If Gwen would've told Hobie about you earlier he would've bought the damn tickets himself.

When up on that stage, you always felt free and liberated. You spent all of your life in a studio, accepting every drop of boiling-hot criticism with cupped palms, watching as it burned and seared your skin and leave its metaphorical mark that manifested in the form of experience. You incorporated the elegant style of dance into your everyday life, weaving the very threads of its history into your personality and wearing it like a proud necklace. For you, dancing was your very being. You spent countless nights banging shoes on your walls, patching up your battered and bruised legs countless times until only a ghost of feeling remained in the tips of your toes. You've learned to crawl, then stumble, then walk, run, and finally jump all in the span of over 10+ years.

You followed the inaudible signals in the ever-so-soothing piano, utilizing the cues that you had ingrained into the back of your mind as you assumed each and every position and pose. You were in a fuck ton of pain, and you were out of breath, but what's a little bit of hurt compared to a dream 10 years in the making? When the curtains finally closed after everyone took their final bow, the roaring applause made everything worth every single twinge of pain. You eagerly ran off the stage, enveloping Gwen in a tight hug as she introduced you to the incredibly tall and lanky man next to her. The clash between the two of you was starkly obvious, with you being dressed in shades of pink, ivory, and soft beiges that complimented every aspect of your outfit.

"'Ey there, I'm 'Obie" he stated as he gave me a small smile, extending his hand towards me gently, to which I gladly accept. Truth be told, I didn't understand half of a fuck of what he just said. I pulled a smile and nod and used context clues to fill in the gaps. "That's a nice accent...where you from?" you asked with a warm smile. He gives a light chuckle before answering with a small "East London. You were really great out there, by the way. Kick n' prance queen!"

"Thank you! You should drop by my studio sometime, you can watch me and Gwen practice for future shows or just for funsies!" I exclaim with a light giggle. I scanned over Hobie, making a mental note of his rough and sharp look that contrasted with my very being. He reminded me of a black swan, gorgeous and elegant in his own way, but almost twice as intimidating. I wouldn't be lying if I said I truly loved the difference in our aesthetics.

"I tried, but he says that he doesn't-" Gwen begins, with Hobie quickly silencing her by just straight up grabbing her mouth. "Yea, I'd like that. I'll see you la'er then!" He grins as he slowly drags Gwen away, giving you a small wave and a goofy grin as I disappear backstage to change into some normal clothes and deconstruct my makeup.

"You didn't tell me that was the gyaldem you ran wif" Hobie chuckled as he shot Gwen a playful glare. "Well, I TRIED. But you started going on about how you," She dropped her voice an octave, linking a synthetic British accent to her every word. "Don't believe in paying to watch performances!" She teased. Hobie only rolled his eyes, pretending to brush off the matter. But in reality, he couldn't wait to see you again and watch you dance in all your glory.

"So...when's she dancing again?"

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abiiors · 6 months

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ive been reading thru your whole master list and the matty imagine w the baby onesie made me think ab how any/all of the boys would react if you brought your baby to a show or an album release party in a onesie w the box on it😭

oh this is so so cute!! 🥹

judging by the new yorker article where matty talked about how when baby hann is backstage, the greenroom turns into a creche and how everything is a super family-friendly environment, i would say it's the exact same for when your baby's there.

she's about seven months old and quite chatty, in that she babbles and makes grabby hands and anyone who so much as even says one word to her. and you decided her first show should be the reading self-titled 10 year anniversary show, complete with her own little self-titled merch onesie that she looks absolutely adorable it. she has a little black bow on her head to match it. in short, you've got your own lil emo baby to match her dad.

matty is of course the first one to see it when you get her ready, instantly cooing at her and admiring her. he hasn't stopped cuddling her honestly and if it weren't for him having to strap her into her baby seat for the car ride, you suspect she would have been attached to him for the entirety of it. apart from matty, george is the first one to see it because he's right there outside, sneaking a quick cig before he has to go in but you've never seen this man put out a cig this fast before as he practically runs towards matty to get a proper look at her. he barely has the patience till matty gets her out of the car seat and hands her over to him. and you watch your tiny tiny baby wrap this giant of a man around her little finger while he bounces her around and compliments her every two seconds like "look at you, all ready to rock and roll aren't you?" and "the cutest member of the band ever!" she giggles when he blows a raspberry on her tummy and tries to grab a few of his shiny necklaces.

all in all, it's uncle george who carries her inside where everyone else is chilling and getting ready for the show. and you know once the rest of them see her, she's going to be passed around from one set of arms to the other like a lil parcel until everyone is done cooing over her and telling her that she's the cutest baby ever. you're also quite happy about the fact that she's wide awake and hopefully, she will be throughout the set even though you only plan on watching the show with her on one of the screens backstage since the lights and loud sounds might be too scary for her just yet. and she's too small to have a fitted pair of headphones 😭

anyway, once all her uncles and aunties are ready for the show, you take a few quick photos--one where she's sat on matty's shoulders, the box nicely visible on her torso, and surrounded by everyone also in black. absolutely adorable <3

#asks #blurb asks #matty healy blurb #dad!matty #matty healy #the 1975 #ross macdonald #george daniel #adam hann

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