THAT WAS THE MOMENT IN TIME WHERE I REALIZED AINT NOBODY SHIT 😔🙏

canon. he would. i’m writing about this it’s inevitable.

Earth 42! Miles 😭

Huzzah!

Huzzah!

DAWG IM SICK OF THIS 😭🙏

like ts don’t make y’all the slightest bit of uncomfortable… ?? bc ik i am.

& it be the mfs who know they way around digital art too… like the vv talented ones 😭

RAHHHHHH SCREAMING THIS IS SO CUTE

GNAWING MY ARM OFF

Blocked.

e42! Miles x Female reader.

warnings/notes: reader is black, cussing, some toxicity, (because why not?) this is in lowercase unless people are yelling. lemme know if i missed sum my lil bookies.

you

miles

me(eli)

this was the third time. the third time you got left on delivered for a ridiculous amount of time. you roll your eyes at the unread text you sent about three hours ago, when you were still in school. but you had already walked home, showered, and changed, and miles still hadn’t answered.

“lil nigga must think i’m one of his hoes, cus he sure as hell actin’ like it.”

you roll your eyes as you mutter under your breath, plugging your phone up and going down stairs.

“gramma!” you called through the house, knowing that your grandmother was doing your siblings hair in her room. pulling a juice out the fridge and taking a sip, you wait for a response.

“what you need, baby?”

“is it okay with you if i go out for a lil bit? like to the mall or something?”

“did you finish the dishes like i told you to?”

“yes ma’am.”

“then it’s alright with me, baby.”

“thank you!”

you went and got changed, plopping on your bed and laying on your stomach. you picked up your phone and dialed eli to see if she wanted to come with. the phone rang three times before she answered.

“heyyy, wassup shawty boo?”

“girl, what the hell is a ‘shawty boo’?”

“it’s you. you’re my shawty boo.”

you roll your eyes before flipping onto your back, glancing at your phone for a second before putting it back to your ear.

“whatever. anyways, you tryna come to the mall wit me?”

“of course. is miles coming too, or is it just us?”

a small scoff left your lips, and it took all that was in you to not roll your eyes once more.

“hell nah, he ain’t coming. he still hasn’t even read the text i sent earlier when i was in class wit you.”

a scoff, sounding a bit more disdainful then yours, left her lips, coming out a bit muffled due to the phone speaker.

“lemme bite his fucking kneecaps, see if he leaves you on delivered again.”

you cackle and kick your legs before releasing a loud sigh.

“girl, you always talking ‘bout biting a nigga’s kneecaps. but whatever. it’s just us two, you down?”

“yea, i’ll be ready by the time you roll around.”

“aight, i’m on my way.”

you and eli sat at the table in the small cafe, drinks in hand. she had a pout on her plump lips and a furrow in her brows.

“nah, he must wanna be single cus you too damn fine to be gettin’ treated like this.”

she paused before shaking her head, blonde coils of hair bouncing side to side with the movement.

“yea, he needs his kneecaps bit the fuck up. lil nigga is triflin’.”

it had been an hour since you picked up eli and arrived at the mall, and still no response from miles. both of you were fed up.

she grabbed your hand and stood up.

“come on, shawty boo, we going shopping.”

“ion got money for that-“

“i just got paid, lemme be your sugar mommy for a bit. you tryna get them new forces? the pink and purple ones, right?”

you rolled your eyes and let her drag you to the sneaker place at the mall you two would window shop at.

“eli, these shoes are too damn expensive.”

“girl hush. you know miles gets jealous when anyone else treats you, maybe he’ll notice and stop being a dickhead, yea?”

she strolled the aisles, looking for the pair you had been fawning over, and her short figure looked even shorter in front of the tall shelves.

she bent down to look at a pair of jays, her thighs spilling out of the rips in her jeans slightly. you groaned obnoxiously.

“eliiii, hurry the hell u-“

you went silent and crossed your arms, teeth gritted in a tight lipped smile.

“hmm? shawty boo, what did you say- oh hell no.”

she stood up and looked at the scene you had your eyes glued on. there he was. miles gonzalo morales, a couple aisles down, with the girl from algebra that stays flirting with him.

“this nigga gotta be on some shit.”

eli’s blue eyes widened in disbelief, and she started to walk over there, dragging you with her.

“eli, ion feel like dealing wit this right now-“

“i really don’t care, cus he doesn’t answer his phone for shit, and if he did, all he would do is deny.”

she huffed and came to a stop in front of the two, before clearing her throat in the most obnoxious way possible. miles turned around and his duotone eyes widened.

“oh shit-“

“oh shit is right you bitch ass motherfucker.”

eli looked up at you in surprise, before smirking and backing up, realizing that her presence wasn’t needed.

“so i’m sitting here, left on delivered for hours, and you’re over with the bitch you called annoying? the bitch you called aggravating? that’s real fucking crazy to me.”

miles rolled his eyes before holding his hands up defensively.

“look, ma-“

“don’t fucking ‘ma’ me! i been dealing wit yo shit for too long, nigga! you fucking lucky ion let eli break- or bite your kneecaps like she wants to!”

he looked from you to eli, slightly confused.

“bite my kneecaps..?”

eli nodded.

“you heard her. and you!”

she turned to the girl, who had been standing behind miles during this whole ordeal. she looked up from her phone, a bored look on her face.

“i’m sorry, what? i didn’t hear you, there’s so much height between us.”

eli’s eyes widened and a smile of disbelief found its way on her face before she turned to you.

“lemme drag this ugly ho, lemme fuckin’ drag her.”

you shook your head.

“she ain’t worth your time. hell, she ain’t worth shit. miles, we’re done. you not welcome at my house, you not welcome in my space. stay the fuck away from me.”

miles shook his head and took a step towards you.

“cmon, ma, you know i-“

“shut the hell up. i don’t wanna hear allat.”

eli nodded before taking the shoes she had in her hand to pay for them. while she was gone, there an awkward stare down happening between you and miles.

“… so it was all for nothing? everything we did was fake, huh?”

“you know that’s not true-“

“no, ion know shit, miles. why would i trust a damn thing coming out yo mouth when you’re standing right in front of me wit another female?”

“she has a point-“

“SHUT THE HELL UP.”

“SHUT THE HELL UP.”

eli came back with the bag and handed it to you. miles eyed it disdainfully.

“the hell is that?”

you raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“shoes, nigga, the fuck it look like? i wanted the pink and purple forces, so eli got ‘em for me.”

he scoffed and pointed at the bag.

“really, ma? ¿hablas en serio? you lettin’ other bitches buy you stuff now?”

eli grabbed your hand before you could respond, dragging you out the store before you could respond, muttering under her breath.

“stupid bitch. him and the girl.”

you sat on your bed in your pjs, hugging your pillow. eli wanted to stay, but you insisted she left.

“lemme know if you need anything, boo.”

you had blocked miles, getting tired of him blowing up your phone, when just a few hours prior he wouldn’t even click on your contact. your eyes were puffy and raw from how much you’d been rubbing them, wiping tears that you didn’t want to fall. you were drifting in and out of sleep, when you heard your window open. you didn’t look. you didn’t need to. you knew who it was.

“so you gon’ block me? like i won’t show up to your house?”

you sat up, looking at him tiredly.

“i said you not welcome here anymore, miles.”

“but you blocked me, so obviously you want me to come talk to you in person, ma.”

“that is so not what that means.”

he ignored you and walked up to your bed, crossing his arms and looking down at you with an amused smirk.

“… so what you boutta do? find someone else? you ain’t gonna find someone like me, and you know it.”

“that’s the fucking point, miles. you cheat, you lie, you neglect. you think i wanna find someone like that again?”

“who the fuck are you talking to? pon algo de respeto en mi nombre, no me hables así, ma. this was a one time thing.”

“it shouldn’t have happened at all, miles.”

he sighed in exasperation and sat down next to you.

“mami, she didn’t mean anything. i love you, not her. tu y solo tu mi amor. you know that. it’s always been you.”

“then why am i not enough? why do you need her on your arm? why do you ignore me?”

at this point, the tears started to flow again. he plopped down, laying next to you and looking up at the ceiling, his lanky legs hanging off your bed. he plays with the bracelet on his wrist subconsciously. the bracelet you got him for his birthday last year.

“i meant it when i said you were the only one for me. but- you’re perfect, so perfect, and i’m not good enough for you. i stand next to you and feel so out of place, like i can’t give you all you need. i’ve never cheated before, ma, i swear! i was only with her because of how fake and superficial she is, and i felt like i was better than her. te amo, con cada parte de mí. pero no soy lo suficientemente bueno para ti, y duele.”

now his eyes were teary, and the green and brown of his eyes were shiny, and gorgeous in the soft light of your room. he sat up to look at you and started to cry, tears falling down his soft, freckled cheeks. his lips were pursed and his brows were furrowed, and the dimple that showed when he smiled was nowhere to be found.

“ma, please forgive me. it’ll never happen again, i swear. i should have talked to you, told you how i felt. just- please. don’t leave me. i need you.”

his chest rose, his breathing coming out with a stutter. his eyes were big, and desperate. you put your hand on his cheek, wiping away his tears before leaning in and placing your lips on his gently.

he clung to you, as if you were all he had, all he needed. as if you were his lifeline, his float in the heavy waves of the sea. as if you were the last little bit of light in his dark. his fingers gripped your shirt and he kissed you like it was his last time, moving his soft, plump lips furiously against yours.

both of you were still crying when you pulled away, and neither of you said a thing for a moment.

“… miles?”

“yea?”

“can we please just be us again?”

“… yea.”

a/n: i like this. i like this and i’m very proud of it. i’m also thinking of starting a taglist but idk if anyone wants to be on it so lmk

AND THATS ON MY MAMA.

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

I GOT THE CLEAREST IMAGE IN MY HEAD 😭

Y’all are probably tired of me talking about Caribbean culture but Miles is literally from New York😭😭😭 he was eating a beef patty 🤣 I need more.

Miles G listens to dancehall and he has a waistline. Yes he does I’m not hearing it.

As twins they be listening to dancehall together Wild out by Rajah wild is their jam!

Curry chicken is their fav.

Uncle Aaron listens to old school reggae too and he puts it on and be doing that lil bop all the uncles do 🤣 iykyk. Too experienced- Barrington Levy is is song

Miles likes more of the old school reggae.

Miles G can understand some Caribbean slang.

Miles G be cutting up at parties with his friends and the girls loveeee it! They be standing in line to dance with him.

When the twins have dance parties and play and play a Riddim Milo is the MC. Whiles Miles is daggerin a pillow 🤣.

“Every man to a bloodclat gyal! Every man to a bumbooo!!!! PULLL UPPPP!!”

Miles does the Rasta muggle in a circle dance thingy 😂 probably only me understood that.

This is what I mean Minus the phones 🤣 :

ONG I WAS LIKE WAIT A MINUTE- IS THAT MY MAN? FREE MY MAN!

I FOUND MORE UNCLE AARON LOOK ALIKES!!!

I PRESENT

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

Now before you say anything, I balded him MYSELF to prove the point further:

CANT TELL ME THEY AINT UNC AARON 😒‼️

YUHHH THE FINISHED PRODUCT OF THE LIL HOBIE THING I DID THE OTHER DAY 😩🫶🏻

Height Difference.

hobie x short/ chubby fem! reader.

WARNINGS: light smut (nun too serious, a lil thigh kissing and marking, a lil chest kissing and marking) no use of y/n, and hobie being a lil ass🫶🏻, and reader is bi. good stuff is under the cut.

enjoyyyy<3

You walked around the show hall, calling softly.

“Hobie?”

You couldn't see him anywhere. That is, until you heard a distant, "Yes?!" He seemed annoyed.

You looked up to see him sitting on top of a large speaker high up on the wall. "What do you want?"

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him before putting your focus on a stray seam in your skirt and picking at it.

“Uhm… You okay?”

He sighed.

“I’m fine. I just had to get some space. That's all." He glanced down at you. "Why are you calling for me?"

“You were just not with everyone else.”

You finally got the seam out. “Also, do I look okay?” You gesture to your outfit, which consisted of an old cropped band tee that hugged your breasts nicely, a red and black plaid skirt, a denim sleeveless vest, a studded belt around your waist, and black hightop platform heels.

"You look fine," Hobie said nonchalantly. He tilted his head back against the wall.

"Why do you care about how you look anyways?"

“Cus… It’s my first show with you guys. You lot have done this before. I haven’t. I wanna look decent, at the very least.”

You play with a coil of your hair anxiously.

"Don't fret it too much," Hobie said, "If you look too good, the girls might go crazy for you."

He smirked.

“Wouldn’t want that, would you?”

You roll your eyes and mutter.

“The guys don’t go crazy for me, I wouldn’t mind having a lil girl on girl action with another female. At least it’s something.”

"...You're Bi?"

Hobie seemed surprised by this answer.

“Yea.”

Hobie thought for a moment.

"You know, I'm bi too." Hobie looked at you, seeming to ponder.

"If you're looking for something..." He looked to the crowd, where they were setting up the equipment.

"Want to come up here and, y'know..."

You raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Come up there and what?”

"And... you know..." Hobie leaned forward, looking right at you.

"You and me... alone together."

He smirked back, eyes piercing though you. You rolled your eyes and tried to climb up with a huff. But you were short, and had tiny legs.

Hobie looked at you with pure amusement.

"Aww, you poor thing. What, can't reach me up here?" He scooted forward, getting closer to you. His face now closer to yours.

You scowled at him and pouted. “Not everyone can be frost giants like you, Hobie.”

He got closer, now sitting on the edge of the speaker and looking down at you.

"I'll make an exception for you, you tiny thing." He smirked, putting a hand out for you to take.

You take his hand, a small pout still on your plump lips. Hobie lifted you over his shoulder with ease, getting a nice view as he put you down beside him on the speaker. He smirked.

"See? Even frost giants make exceptions." In a smooth motion, he reached his arm around you and pulled you in close.

"We could hang out here for a while..."

You roll your eyes, your cheeks flushing lightly. “What are you smirking about?”

"Hm? What, you want me to say it?" Hobie smirked.

He pulled you back tighter around him, your head now resting against his chest. "I thought you were all tough, but look at you now."

“How am I supposed to be tough though? I’m short, and chubby. Not much toughness to have.”

"Hey, you might be cute and short, but I wouldn't say you're chubby. You're perfectly thick."

Hobie put his head back against the wall, wrapping the other arm around you to hold you more firmly.

He sighed, "God, why is this so comfy?"

You smile and lean into his chest a bit more, bringing your hand to the one that was wrapped around you and lacing your fingers with his.

Hobie's face turned pink as he blushed a bit, not expecting you to have put your hand on his.

He stayed silent for a moment, letting you lean in.

"Hey..." He said quietly.

“Hmm.”

You held your hand that was holding his up, noticing the difference in size. You turned his palm towards you and placed your palm on his, looking at the different lengths of your fingers.

His palm was about twice the size of yours, his fingers being longer than yours.

He stared down to see what you were doing, and chuckled when he noticed.

"You like the difference in our sizes?" A smirk curled up on his face.

“ ‘S not funny. Makes me feel tiny. But also… Safe, at the same time.”

You had a slight pout on your lips as you took one of your fingers and traced along the lines of his palm. “You’re so much bigger than me, you know? You could probably do whatever you wanted.”

His blush got more noticeable as what you were saying hit in. He gulped.

"I... You know I like being in control," He looked at you with a smirk, "But I wouldn't do 'whatever'.

"After all, I have a thing for... tiny little things."

You looked up at him, giving him doe eyes as the color of your irises and the brown of his clashed.

“Yea? Well… If you wouldn’t do ‘whatever’, what would you do?”

His face got more and more pink, his tone getting quieter and quieter. "I uh... I... Well... You know..." He said, his voice being a whisper at this point.

Hobie looked at you and swallowed one last time.

"I'd rather not say..."

“Cmon.”

You smirked, your heavy gaze traveling to his lips for just a split second.

“Tell me. Use your words, Hobie.”

He looked at you and sighed.

"Well... I... You're so cute... I'd want to..." He swallowed.

He looked at you and raised a single eyebrow as he stared down at you. "I want to make out with you..." His cheeks were bright red at this point.

You smirk, your cheeks flushed as you turn around, still sitting in between his legs. “You do?”

He smirked, his gaze being right down at your lips.

Hobie nodded, still with that smug look on his face. "I want to make out with you, so, so bad..."

You sat down, your lips slightly parted, and your already thick thighs squishing together with the movement, making your skirt ride up, exposing the soft, plush skin of your thighs.

“I want the same.” You were breathless, and spoke quietly.

Hobie looked down at you, noticing your skirt and looking back up at you. He smirked.

"Oh, do you?~ Then we'll make it that way..." Hobie leaned in close, wrapping both of his arms around you.

"You are so... soft..." His free hand came down and began to caress your thick thighs.

You flushed and looked at his lap for a second.“Can I- Ahem. Can I sit? I-in your lap?”

"You want..." He had a devious smirk on his face. "...To sit on my lap?"

Hobie chuckled, looking down at you with a mischievous grin. "Don't blame me if I can't control myself, alright?~"

You nodded and climbed into his lap, straddling him. You tried your best to keep your weight off of him as much as possible, feeling too heavy.

"Hey, don't worry." He said softly, caressing your thighs again. "I like my girls a little thick anyways."

"I'm enjoying this." He said, his voice being low. Hobie smirked, still caressing your thighs.

I placed my hands on his chest, drawing small circles on his pectoral muscles through his shirt.

“ ‘M not too heavy, right?” You kept your eyes averted, embarrassed that you might be hurting him.

Hobie chuckled, "You're adorable. No you're not too heavy. In fact... I like this."

Hobie kept touching your thighs, his hands now moving to your hair and gently stroking it.

"I can tell you're nervous. Why?~"

“Cus… I’m bigger than most girls. I don’t wanna be doing something with you and end up like… hurting you.”

You kept your eyes on the speaker below you as you spoke. “That’s always been a fear of mine. It’s why I’ve barely done anything. I had a boyfriend once, he asked me to uhm… R-ride him, but then told me I was too heavy.”

He smirked and kissed one of your ears.

"Well, you don't have to worry about me... In all honesty... I'm really enjoying this."

He placed both of his hands on your legs, lightly sliding them back and forth. "I mean, just look at those legs... They're gorgeous."

Hobie's voice was almost a whisper as he spoke. "I could eat them up..."

“R-really?”

Your face was flushed, and your pink lips slightly parted and sparkly from your lipgloss.

He smirked and nodded. "Oh yeah..."

Hobie looked up at your lips and his smirk grew. "And I've got my eye on something else..."

He looked back down at your thighs as he squeezed them."Y'know, I'm getting thirsty..."

Once again his tone was in a whisper.

“Then get a drink.”

Your lashes brushed your cheeks as your eyes went half lidded, gaze glued onto his hands that stayed on your thighs.

Hobie glanced up and saw your half-lidded, lustful eyes. He chuckled and said, "That's not the thirst I'm talking about, sweetheart..."

He squeezed your thighs and turned his head, kissing one of your legs. "God, those thighs look so succulent... Can I have a taste?"

You nodded your head, and bit your lip softly.

You felt Hobie's lips press against your thigh. They stayed there for a moment, and then, they began to slide... up and up and up... inching their way up. Your eyes widened and your breathing became heavier, your face a deep scarlet.

Hobie looked up to you, his eyes staring into yours. "You're liking this, aren't you, sweetheart?"

You whimper quietly, your nails digging into your palm as you nodded.

His tongue pushed out of his mouth, tasting your thick thigh as he pressed his lips against your skin once again. "God, you taste... amazing..."

He slid his tongue out again, making it slide even higher. "Don't be shy now, love, let me taste you all~"

“Mnh- H-Hobie~” His tongue continued to slowly slide up your thigh, eventually reaching your stomach.

He stayed there for a moment, staring at you as if asking for permission to continue. "Please, love... Let me...?"

You nodded and sighed happily. “G-go ahead.”

His tongue touched your stomach for a moment and you felt it wiggle a bit before retracting again. "That was nice.... but... I want more."

His tongue shot out once more, sliding slowly towards your chest. "May I..?"

“Yea.”

His tongue touched your chest for a moment before sliding up towards your neck, licking and tasting the skin. Hobie looked up at you as he licked.

He then slid his tongue down the side of your neck, his free hand now moving to grab the back of your head, holding you in place as he continued to lick.

You hum and tug on your shirt lightly. “You want it off, Hobie?”

Hobie didn't say anything, but instead slid his tongue up along your chin. You could feel it touch your bottom lip and he stayed there for a moment.

Hobie was blushing like crazy, unable to speak as he stared at your lips so close to his tongue.

You kissed him softly before lifting the shirt over your head, revealing your breasts in a light pink lingerie bra, with a small red ribbon in the center.

Hobie looked down at your breasts, his face still warm as he stared and his jaw dropped.

"Holy... they're nice..."

You giggle softly and blush. “Thank you.”

Hobie's face got even more red as his eyes darted back to your eyes. He was speechless, still holding your head in place as he stared right at you.

"They're..."

He cleared his throat.

"God, I'm drooling... Could I... Taste?"

You nod, a light blush settled on your cheeks, and you smiled softly. The rest of the world faded away, and Hobie brought his lips down to the soft skin of your chest, sucking and biting softly.

You bit back a noise at his touch, and he moved around your chest, leaving blooming hickeys in his wake. Bringing your hands to his shoulders, you let your head fall back, and he went to go pull the strap of your bra down.

“Oi! The bloody hell are the two of ya doin’?”

You jump at the sound of your bassist’s voice, and scrambled to pull your shirt back over your head, an embarrassed flush covering your face. Hobie, however, just sighed, annoyed at the interruption.

“What’s it look like I’m doin’, mate? You’re interrupting.”

He glared down at your bandmate, and yo buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“I have zero fucks to give. Get your asses down here, we have a sound check that needs to be done. And be quick about it, yeah?”

Hobie scoffed and pushed you off of him gently, climbing off the speaker and holding his arms out to help you down.

You both walk to the stage, holding each other’s pinkies, him looking smug, you looking highly mortified that the two of you were caught.

“I was probably too loud, I’m sorry, Hobie.”

“ ‘S okay, love.”

He leaned in, smirk deepening.

“I’ll just have to finish what I started later.”

like watch him let miles go 😭 “Oh you wanna save your dad? Go ahead! Yea seriously, sorry for holding you up, gang!”

i can't wait for the day we all find out more about earth42 miles.

like... what if we've all made a huge fool of ourselves?? what if he's actually NOTHING like how y'all write him?

what if he's EXACTLY like 1610 miles personality wise and we only saw him being cold and stern at that moment bc there was literally another version of him in his universe and he just had his guard up ?? lord i can't wait to find out!!