#mob almost explodes when he comes by one day to hear dimple saying something about how reigen finally found an esper that wants him around

[grimalkinmessor]

Yes Reigen becoming Hanazawa's new parental figure and essentially adopting him but only post-s3 finale to make it clear that he's filling a Mob-shaped hole and only if Mob gets super jealous and guilty and weird about it 🥰

[eddiespagheti]

Hey can you maybe write something from late season 1 please? I love pining Jake! It’s okay if you don’t want to

Jake remembers when he first realized.  When he realized just how much he really liked Amy; when he realized her eyes weren’t just brown but melted chocolate, almost liquid in the sunlight. Or how she always faintly smelled like clean sheets and lavender.

And just her. Everything. All of her.

All it takes is a twenty second flirt and then, he’s snared.

He doesn’t plan on telling anybody. It’s nobody’s business except his own. Plus, he isn’t fully sure he likes her. Maybe he just stares after her because her ponytail shines under the lights or maybe when she smiles his heart nearly bursts because she just has a pretty smile. Truth is, he’s bad at emotions and he has a long list of short-lived relationships that is proof of that. So, he doesn’t know to react to this.

Because, there’s something in his chest that expands when she’s around. It’s like his heart is being pumped full of air like a balloon. He fears that one day he’s going to explode all over the precinct, leaving the walls stained with blood, hidden feelings and untold confessions.

His heart expands most when she gets that little quirk in her eyebrow in concentration. He just wants to press on it with his thumb and iron out the wrinkle in her brow. It also happens when she smiles and the world just stops.

Honestly, he’s unsure of what to do with these feelings and even more so, he’s frightened at the idea of ruining a year-long friendship. More than anything, she’s Amy, his partner and (don’t tell Charles), one of his closest friends. If he ruins it by confessing that he thinks that the stars are jealous of her eyes, he’s going to hate himself forever. 

What if he tells her and she turns him down and moves to another precinct?

So, he buries those feelings deep down. Even deeper than his feelings about his father. So deep he’ll need more than a shovel to un-inter them.

However, it doesn’t take a shovel. All it takes is one day in the tactical village, a pilsner-loving guy named Teddy and a course record.

Jake loves the tactical village days. Being a badass cop is literally why he signed up for the academy and ,frankly, he doesn’t do much of that. Most cop work is paperwork and staring at Amy from the other side of a desk, but tactical village day? Jake thrives during tactical village day. He can’t wait to shoot new weapons and loose himself in the smell of gunpowder, adrenaline, and make-believe characters.

She sits behind him on the bus and Boyle makes a passing comment about the two of them. He brushes it off but in the graveyard inside his body, his feelings-for-Amy heart thumps.  His very own tell-tale-heart.

Then, enter Teddy. 

Jake tries to ignore the way her face lights up when she sees him. He butts in and watches as her eyes don’t tear away from him, as if one look away would hurt her. He walks away when he can’t ignore the beating beneath the floorboards and he’s afraid she’ll hear it. 

Still, he stays close to her.

He knows he doesn’t own her. She’s free to date whoever she wants and if that includes guys who know every single damn police code known to man, who is to judge? Especially if said guy beats course records and she raises her eyebrows in an impressed manner.

And then, that’s when the feelings rise from the tomb in which they are interred. They breathe and they jump and bleed.

Winning that record is suddenly the most important thing in his life and when he does, he wants to cheer because, yes, he thwarted it. She isn’t going to spare Teddy a second chance– it doesn’t work.  The exhilarating high that he felt before comes to a halt when she tells him “Actually, Teddy asked me to get dinner, so maybe I can meet up with you guys afterwards?” because no, it wasn’t supposed to be this way.

Her cheek dimples as she speaks and in the melted chocolate of her eyes, he can see it. She’s excited. She wants to go out with him. Something inside of him breaks. 

He pouts at the bar, desperately trying not to think they’re probably kissing right now and her sunshine smile is probably warming up his entire face.

But, Boyle is right. How is he to expect to her to not date a guy who asked her out. How is he to expect her to date him when he didn’t even tell her his feelings; when his feelings are still dusting of the dirt after they rose from the grave?

How?

So, he goes home. He crafts a plan. He’ll corner her in the evidence room- No, too creepy. He’ll wait beside her car after work, that way no one can see his humiliation if she says no. Wait, no that’s way more creepier. He’ll just ask as she’s leaving, real casual about it as if he was asking her if she’s seen their shared stapler.

That night he practices in front of the mirror. “Oh, hey Amy. How was your date with Teddy? Boring, I bet.-” he groans.  “Hey, Amy did you know that your smile is like a-”

He sighs and rubs his face tiredly. He tries again, “I think something between us could be really good. Like really, really good. I’m pretty sure they’ll write songs about us. Or maybe just about you because you’re like a thousand suns rolled-” a knock at his door startles him and he clears his throat.

“Coming!”

It’s Charles and he’s holding a trophy, more specifically, the coolest kill trophy.

“Charles, you won coolest kill? Weren’t you killed?”

“Nope. I know you were pretty sad about Amy so I went and bought one myself. Now, I know that it’s not exactly everlasting love like Amy-”

“I didn’t even say I liked her.”

“Oh, yeah? Didn’t I just hear you practicing in the mirror?”

He sighs. “Come in.”

He’s nervous all day and he waits till she’s leaving and everybody is almost gone to stop her. But, she’s wearing lipstick. He hadn’t seen her wear lipstick since she dated Clark and he wonders if that means-

“Teddy and I are going out again.”

And everything shatters like porcelain. It starts from the top to the bottom, the ridge runs down his chest and to his feet.  

So, he swallows his pride, holds his porcelain body tight and tells her to have a good time.

Later, when it’s just him in his lowly bed, he goes over his options.

Option number one: don’t tell her anything at all. Simply sit and stew on it for all eternity. Watch as she gets married and has kids with some other dude and cry for all eternity.

Option number two: just confess.  Maybe she’ll tell Teddy to beat it and maybe, just maybe, she feels the same.

Option number three: Ignore option one and two and instead stare at the ceiling until your eyes droop and you fall asleep.

He slightly struggles with hiding his feelings, especially now that Boyle knows about them. He’s actually doing pretty good. 

Option number three is going fine. Amy doesn’t suspect a thing and he’s gotten pretty good at pretending like he likes listening about Teddy.

But then, he gets fired.

Holt tells him to get fired. Trust me, he says and Jake does it without thinking. He trusts Holt, respects him. He wasn’t planning on being sent away for six months but maybe it’s what he needs because the bees in his stomach aren’t leaving. And maybe, just maybe, in order for them to leave, he has to.

He thinks he’s missed after he’s packed up his things but he catches her in the parking lot, spotting her hair like liquid ink in the moonlight. As he looks down at her eyes and wonders how they sparkle so much in the middle of the night, the dam breaks.

It all comes out of him like a river.

“I kinda wish something could happen between us.” he even throws in a “romantic stylez” to make it more casual but his heart threatens to leave out of his throat. He doesn’t let her speak, instead he talks until he can longer breathe.

But, as he’s leaving, he thinks he sees something in her eyes. A spark of something. Recognition or maybe something mutual or reciprocated. Or maybe, it’s just plain old surprise. He walks away before she can reply and before he can fully tell what that spark is.   

And later, when he’s deep in the mob and it’s night and it’s quiet he thinks about her little gasp and her unhinged mouth as he walked away, Then, only then, does he let himself wonder if anything had changed had he waited those .5 seconds.