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jakeyt · 3 months
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Covet: Chapter 10 (Sneak Peek)
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a/n: A little peek inside Jake's head... chapter 10, the true first look at how Jake will take the news. You'll see the first few weeks of him knowing once the whole chapter is here. Eeeek!!
However, here is the mess of his mind once he first finds out......
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Jake's POV
There was no doubting her. Not for a single second. The baby was mine and I’d known it in my heart before I asked. 
I really just wanted to hear her say it. 
During our time together, just like she’d been it for me, I knew in my heart that I’d been it for her. I’d known her, backwards and forwards.
And, within that time that I knew her so well, we’d become close. So close that, without meaning to make it—us— more, we’d made what we had more. 
Shaking my head, I gave her a better look, not able to put into words what the fuck I was feeling. So, I let my eyes trail down her body, covered only by a towel. 
She adjusted her towel, tighter around her body. Was she self conscious? She shouldn’t have been. She was always beautiful. So beautiful. And I was afraid pregnancy was only going to enhance her beauty. . . I noticed as she tightened her towel, the action made her full breasts spill even more from the top of the towel. 
I averted my eyes, willing my dick to not react. Instead, I trained my eyes below, on her belly. 
And now that I knew, I could see. Even through the fluffiness of the towel, I could see a certain roundness to her belly that had never been there before. A full-blown bump. Still small by some standards, but big enough that I should have fucking noticed. 
Not able to help it, my eyes scanned her heaving chest again, the tops of her tits fully exposed above the towel. It made so much sense why I’d noticed them looking bigger. . . Because they were bigger. Growing. Every day. To nourish a baby. 
Our baby.
I looked away from her. . . I couldn’t look at her right now. 
Not when she— when I. . . God.
How had I been so oblivious?! I lived with her for Christ’s sake. Was it my fault that I hadn’t allowed myself to be more present in her life? Was it because I was seeing Maya now? 
God. No. It wasn’t on me to watch for things like that anymore. Not since she’d told me that I’d served my purpose. That I was just convenient. . . And all of the other hateful shit she’d spit in my face that day. 
The day my heart fucking broke after pounding in my chest. . . Pleading with her to help me understand all of it. 
But she didn’t fucking stop . . . Just kept going. Breaking me. Saying things I never, in a million years, ever wanted to hear from her. 
I’d let her become more in my life. I foolishly thought it was meant to last. Thought that she had become my someone. More than relationship. More than friends. She had just . . . Been there. She’d nestled into a place made just for her in my heart. Like she was supposed to have been there all along. 
I’d never wanted her to leave. 
But she’d wanted to. She’d put her foot down, not leaving any goddamn room for argument. 
And my heart. . . Fucking broken after beating the hardest it ever had in my chest. . . Shattered into an infinite number of tiny shards at my feet. I’d spent days picking up the shreds, my hands getting cut every time I tried to fix in me what she’d torn apart. 
There was a part of me that knew exactly why she’d done it. I fucking knew. But there was no use in entertaining what I knew to be true when she refused to acknowledge the truth. 
The night we’d smoked and I’d told her that I— she’d told me that she— Jesus. The moment had been so real, so solid. . . Even being under the influence, I felt the connection we’d made in that moment. 
I thought about the words everyday after that night. And the words continued to echo for weeks after I’d left the kitchen on that hellish day. 
Then there was the transcendental sex we’d had when we made it into her room. . . She’d been so wet, waiting for me. . . Fuck it all. That sure as hell hadn't left my mind. It wouldn't ever.
Wait— the night we’d smoked. . . We hadn’t used. . .
Was that when—?
The inside of my brain was just going fucking insane and I couldn’t— goddammit!
I tucked Josh's goddamn phone in my pocket, and ran a hand through my hair a couple of times. The other hand still held my keys, flexing over and over. I needed to do something with my hands. Besides balling them into fists and creating divots in one palm with my fingertips and the other with my keys.
I was tired of just standing there, in front of this woman I’d fallen for at a time when I thought I’d never want to love again. . . The same woman who’d shattered me. And, now, the very same woman who was carrying my child. . . 
There was no use in trying to organize any thoughts. 
Pacing seemed to be the only option. So, back and forth, back and forth, I walked in about a foot of space. Just waded in these uncharted fucking waters.
All I knew at this moment was she was pregnant. And she’d lied to me about it. 
How long had she—? How far along was—?
And why in the hell had Josh known before me?! Of all fucking people . . .
Fuck! 
“Jake,” her voice tore through the catastrophic mess of shit in my head. 
I didn’t look at her. 
How could I? When she’d left me in the dark. Once again, prioritized Josh over me. Even when it came to my child. Absolutely fucking incredible.
“Jake, please,” she muttered, voice cracking on the word please. My heart couldn’t handle the sound. “I can’t— I’m not in the right state of mind to just—," she squeaked, the sound of tears clear in her tone.
I stopped pacing and peered up at her finally, my hair surely a mess when I let my eyes pierce hers. 
But as soon as I made eye contact with her, I softened. I hated to see her cry. Hated it. And the sobs wracking her were unexpected and it hurt me to stand there and watch her like that. 
But— she’d brought this on herself. Right?! Fuck. 
As much as I wanted to walk to her and hug her, I didn’t. I stayed where I was, offering a half-assed condolence. It wasn’t her turn to hurt over this. 
I was the one just finding out. Not her.
“Y/n,” I tried, weakly. But god it sucked to say her name right now. “Just— god. There are so many—.”
“Questions, I know,” she finished, sniffling. She walked a couple hesitant steps toward me. But I took two back, away from her. 
The way her body slacked at my action made me want to take it back. There were a lot of things I wanted to do. Some understandable, some not so much. I wanted to cry. Kiss her. Hug her. Feel her. Help her. Scream at her. 
But, she was right. I did have so many fucking questions. 
“How long?” I asked, breath shallow, never letting my eyes leave hers. 
She kept up, not looking away from me. “How long have I known? Or how long have I been—?”
“Both.”
“I—,” she stuttered, closing her eyes tight, her beautiful face contorted in what I could only assume was emotional turmoil. 
I watched as she balled her fists, clenching them a few times. Then, as she released them, she seemed to plant her feet firmly on the floor— her body, rigid and straight. 
When she opened her eyes and found mine again, I could clearly see the tears that had accumulated on her lashes. And her eyes, that would forever take my breath away, were daring to shed more of them.
“Don’t cry,” I couldn’t help but calmly reassure her, my voice soft as I went to stand closer to her again. Not close. Just— closer. “Just. . . keep going. Talk me through it. Talk us through it.” 
She breathed deeply, in and out, once. I strained to not let my eyes fall to her chest— to admire the way that her fuller breasts would rise and fall. . . 
I resisted, focusing on her eyes - her face. Her face, rivaling all gods of beauty, always daring to bewitch me.
After taking one more calming breath, she began. “I’m three months,” she paused momentarily, as if thinking of something. “Three months today, actually.”
Three months.
“And how long have you known?”
“I’ve known for about a month,” she responded, bringing her shoulders higher and sniffling once. She blinked once, tightening her fists once more. “That’s not to say I told anyone right away. I kept it to myself. I was scared. I didn’t know what the fuck to do.”
I let her words sit in the air for a few minutes, thought them through at least five times before I couldn’t keep the next question to myself any longer. 
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a/n: hm.... what will his next question be???? I'll give you one guess 🙄
also, I love how much he already loves her changing body..... liiiiike..... 👀
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alex106 · 29 days
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kys
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HUH???
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virtualxchaos · 7 months
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New Separate Ways Trailer
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najajm · 6 months
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omg my wolfstar roots are shining through rn !!
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mayrine · 10 months
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what is happening
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rukia-writes · 6 months
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Same character.
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wereoz · 2 years
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aninternetwindow · 5 months
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I GOT THE BABY BOY
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PRECIOUS DEVIOUS GOOVER 😈
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assgardangod · 10 months
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You know who this mf look like lowkey….
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Ok but where did the wife come from?? 🧍🏾‍♀️
She looks pretty but I would have never guessed he’s married or even thought of being with anyone when working with S.H.I.E.L.D…
But look at them and tell me they would’ve looked like a happy family together 😭
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Her just giving them lectures on being safe and cleaning up their work areas and what not 😭
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professional disasters | masterlist
heizou - true crime & media commentary youtuber with shit style (his fans clown him constantly). neighbours with childe as a kid and it changed the entire trajectory of his life. met y/n at his favorite coffee shop when they were both just starting to blow up and have been dating for about 6 months (and his style is still shit smh). proud y/n simp, no one knows he’s even dating someone except for childe who knows he’s with y/n
childe - valorant steamer who respects women (he is afraid of fischl). convinced heizou to try out youtube and is a frequent guest on his channel for his series “true (?) crime” where they’re given the title of a case and have to make up the details from anything they remember. accidental father figure (more like the fun uncle) to fischl, barbara and razor because he made them do youtube back in highschool (he was a senior with heizou when they were freshmen)
barbara - posts covers on youtube and also makes wholesome vlogs with fischl. is currently working on breaking into the music industry! balancing being in college for a music major while doing youtube, it’s hard but she has a lot of support. occasionally does couple cosplays with fischl when she asks :)
fischl: biggest barbara simp and number one barbara defender from creeps. decided not to get a college degree unlike barbara. posts vlogs from cons and cosplay/con tip vlogs as well as playing video games in cosplay! has an oc cosplay from earlier youtube days that she actually got made into a limited event character for a sponsorship! insists she asked out barbara (she did not)
razor - posts very unorganized vlogs and disastrous cooking attempts. roommates with fischl and barbara, keeps trying to eat the flowers barbara buys for fischl. can only play stardew valley that’s it. 10/10
pantalone - business and marketing major childe acquaintance to manager pipeline. rich from the stock market (has given up convincing the children tm of the group it is a real thing) and regrets all life decisions that have led him to this point
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sillygoofyart · 1 month
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OMG GUYS
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tangential-hooligan · 7 months
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O-oh hi uhhhhhh ummm h-hello omg 💖
im normal about women
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i just think that i should be a fairy and my gf should be a dragon is that too much to ask😭
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eating-the-inedible · 8 months
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ROUND ONE: Those blankets that look like tortillas vs. Computers
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Propaganda
Those blankets that look like tortillas:
Are you kidding me, tortilla blanket makers??? You're tempting fate. They even look toasted. I'm going to eat it. I'm going to wrap myself up and eat it like I'm a butterfly coming out of a cocoon.
Computers:
everytime im done with work or people or its lagging or im loving something its making me to fight the urge. or just. life. i wanna eat the thing closest to me and make it vanish and maybe it'll make me full after all the starvation i do for work.
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saytrrose · 2 months
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If you were to get cancelled on social media what would it be for
Dawg 😭
Idk man, probably for opinions I have? I often watch people get cooked for things I lowkey agree with all the time
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softiedingo · 1 year
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🐥🔥✨️
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