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officerwyler‌:

     ❝ hmmm ? ❞ 

     by now, he’s long accustomed to the way his partner prefers calling him by his last name, an eyebrow arching as he waits for her to finish the sentence she’d started.      ❝ jac, c’mon, i know it’s important– but you’re not very useful when you’ve been running yourself into the ground, not giving yourself a day or two to relax. our job is serious, and i’m glad you take it so seriously, but i wish you’d show yourself the same amount of concern or whatever. when was the last time you’d taken time off ? and not just one day, but a few in a row so you can sleep and shit ? ❞      colin allows a genuine frown to form upon his face at her comment, the man knowing she’s trying to play, but with her tone and expression, he wouldn’t of taken it in such a manner had he not known her so well.      ❝ she’s asked about you joining us. alice likes you, and she’d let you pick the film and the snacks or whatever. so technically while not a line, she’s interested. ❞      he grabs a styrofoam cup from beside the machine, following suit and pouring himself a cup as well. he better have some before there’s either none left or they’re sent out on patrol. the taller allows himself to briefly ignore jac, though he almost drops the pot of coffee when she says they’re getting dinner.       together.      ❝ oh for arceus’ sake– is there no one better for you to take with you ? i mean, i’m not complaining that you’d wanna take me of all people… but seriously, don’t you see enough of me during the day ? ❞

Jac scowls behind her cup of coffee, taking his exasperation the wrong way.  She didn’t need time off. She needed a partner that made less valid points. Shit, where was this Colin when they needed to question a perp?

She waves him and his good intentions off; edging out of the small break room towards the relative safety of her desk. “Fine—never mind! Consider your invitation revoked.” Jac wouldn’t admit to having few friends to call on in Kalos, and she definitely wouldn’t admit that Colin might be one of them. 

Finely manicured nails rap pensively against the ceramic mug—like a glameow whisking its tail to and fro in agitation. She regretted brining any of this up—she avoided bringing up her personal life at work for these very reasons. “Thanks for the gift Wyler, I’m sure I’ll find some use for it.” 

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🍸 "You look like you deserve a treat."

@lovecancerously

Behooved by her entire department Jac Graves was on vacation, for the first time in nearly four years. So far she had found issue with nearly every aspect of Alola. No surprises there. 

Despite her grievances; The heat, lack of service, general unfamiliarity with the language. Jac had found one activity that she enjoyed—being laid out on a beach chair, a book nestled on her thighs. What she failed to realize was that even in relative peace a deep-set scowl still adorned her face. 

Evidently others were not so oblivious. 

Her brow furrows as a drink is generously held out to her, eyes still trained to her book.

“I’m not paying for that.” 

The hand insists, the officer looks up. Oh.Another vacationer…not a staff member trying to trick her into an up-charge. Whoops. 

“Ah—sorry…” Jac takes the beverage from the red haired woman, holding it up in silent thanks. “I’ve uh-just been a little leary of the staff here.” She gestures to one of the empty chairs beside her.  “Care to sit? This is…generous of you.” Meaning: Suspicious, and I’m onto you.

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("There's a small envelope lying inside Jac's mail. Inside is a card with an old photo of a baby looking Eevee with a ribbon tied around her neck.") The Note reads: "Happy Holidays." and there is a small footprint of an Eevee next to it.

How cute.

Jac would never forget Daigo’s adorable little ball of fluff…Or his heinous handwriting. Perhaps next year she’d send him a stack of penmanship papers for the holidays—do the whole world a favor. 

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🌙 seeing your muse outside alone during nighttime

@fogbadge

Jac enjoyed the overnight shift.

Even the busy streets of Lumiose eventually quieted down. It was a nice break—gave the officer some alone time with only her trusty Stoutland by her side. Even if their were more disturbances once the sun went down.

It was this very same Stoutland that came to a point, alerting the officer to a stranger up-ahead. He towered over even the statuesque woman, and looked entirely—utterly out of place. 

She swung her flashlight to illuminate his face, calling out to him in Kalosian. 

The poor man just seemed flustered, rubbing where her flashlight met his violet eyes. Amused she let out a little laugh, he was no thug…just some lost tourist. She should have known.

Jac tries again, this time in her native Unovan, a little more approachable, flashlight bouncing away from the blonde’s face. “Sir—These aren’t exactly streets that one would want to get lost in.” She gives a placid smile, reserved for work. “May I help direct you to your destination?” 

Damn tourists.

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"From our family to yours, Happy Holidays!" Reads a Christmas card with a photograph of a family of 3 (plus a Minccino) on the front: a middle aged woman with her two daughters, one only showing a half-hearted smile while the other beams brightly at the camera. In a small wrapped parcel is an assortment of homemade toffee and chocolate with a small handwritten note: "to Jackie, -Anzu+Yuzu O."

It’s a Christmas card that gets proudly affixed to her fridge. When she moves out of her first apartment? It gets packed away into a box of memories.Years later in Kalos? It’s a worn but treasured reminder—Of simpler times, of a blonde headed brat who somehow managed to get her head mostly out of her ass. 

Jac would never admit it, but she was a sentimental woman at heart. 

She should call Anzu, they had a lot to catch up on.

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officerwyler‌:

     he’d tried to get a holiday shift so that jac wouldn’t have to suffer through it alone, but the chief had… pretty much told him to get lost, to sum up the interaction.      ❝ geez though, i tried snagging a shift too so that you’d have me with you, but chief wouldn’t have it, not at all. i think he gets just as annoyed with me as you do, but at least you can… sorta kinda handle it. i think, haha ? ❞      as jac starts to move, he easily slides off the desk and plants his feet firmly on the floor before following after her– his hands slipping into his pockets as he goes. not that he’d say it to her face, but she really… should maybe try and get a short nap in, cause she was looking PRETTY… uhhhhhhh…       pretty rough.      ❝ huh ? take my sister out ? ❞      he kicks at the ground then, very much not caring that the action is childish.      ❝ she’s always so… busy though. it’s been so difficult lately for our schedules to match up, we’ve had to put movie night off for weeks now. i feel bad about it, but y’know, gotta do adult stuff.      besides, i think you need the time off more than i do. it’s like you practically live here, jac. you know i don’t need a gift anyways, the fact you put up with my shit is enough. ❞

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“Wyler..” She hesitates. He had a point.

And had he really tried to take a Christmas shift with her? Commendable. Colin was full of surprises...Or maybe it was the exhaustion. “Well, my work is very important to me.” It’s one of the rare moments when her tone isn’t so crass. “It’s not like I have a line of people waiting to schedule movie nights with me.” It’s meant to come off as a joke—but narrowly misses the mark.

She stands before the coffee machine, pouring herself a steaming cup before turning back to her partner. 

Jac sizes him up. “Time off huh?” She blows on her coffee if only to bide time while she thought over her next offer. “I guess you and I are going to dinner then.” There was no way in hell she’d go alone, and he did buy the giftcard.

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officerwyler‌:

     jac was all bark, no bite when it came to him. sure, she was intimidating when she wanted to be, but at this point it didn’t really WORK on him.      the whole ‘ i’m scary and serious ‘ shit, that is.      ❝ actually i take back what i said.      you told me to fuck off– santa doesn’t like swearing.      he’d put you on the naughty list.      maybe those gifts he delivered were for a different jac instead, hmmm… ❞      colin’s free hand allows his fingers to quietly thrum against the wooden top of her desk, a low hum building in his chest as he thinks about what he wants to say next.      ❝ such a shame too– he got you a nice gift card to your favorite restaurant, with enough on it to go not once, not twice, but at least THREE times.       guess i’ll just have to use it, since y’know, ya told me to fuck off. ❞      he narrows his eyes then, clearly coming in for the metaphorical kill.      ❝ i could be nice and give it to you anyways, if you decide to stop being such a sourpuss this morning.      i’ll refill your coffee cup if it’ll make your day better. ❞

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Her favorite restaurant? In Kalos? Well that sure was expensive. 

And to think for the second year in a row she had gotten Colin nothing. Jac sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose as she slid past the man. When did they agree to do gifts anyway? She didn’t need the guilt. 

“Some of us worked last night so others could spend the night with their families. I’m not being a ‘Sourpuss’.” She does a nearly perfect impression of him. “I’m just tired.” 

Her lithe frame is on a collision course that no man could stop—destination: break room. 

“Why don’t you use that card and take Alice out? She’s always mentioning that she’s dying to see you—I’d be more than happy to find you coverage.” Her full lips tug upwards. “Consider it my gift to you.”

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@officerwyler

It’s early.

It’s early and Jac is coming off of a self-imposed double the day after Christmas.

Mornings like these made her miss her higher rank in Castelia. Hell they even made her miss her old partner Owen...as cantankerous as he was.  All she wanted was a private office and a silent partner...instead? She had a desk crammed among the other beat cops...and Colin. 

Her red eyes bore daggers into the officer perched on her desk. Not even the threat of citing him for trespassing or interfering with an officer deters him. Go figure.

“Wyler...for the love of Arceus give me a break.” She leans back in her worn leather chair, eyes trained on her tragically empty coffee cup.

“You can send all my gifts back to the North Pole. All I want for Christmas is you–”

She pauses, taking initiative to finally get up to fill her cup. And to hopefully leave her gnat of a partner behind.

“–To leave me the fuck alone.” 

@officerjac.

     he’s really very similar to a ninjask that just WON’T GO AWAY.      or in colin’s case, SHUT UP.      the moment he’d walked into the doors of the station he’d been blabbing up a storm, eager to know just what exactly his partner had gotten for christmas– and of course, the officer JUST HAD TO toss in the part about how his sister had gotten him those fuzzy, pink handcuffs that were meant for se–      too much information, right.      ❝ c’mooooooon, all i wanna know is what santa gave you for christmas, jac ! i gotta make sure he’s treating you well, after all. if it were up to me, you’d DEFINITELY be on the nice list, but… i’m not actually santa, so i don’t get to pick… which uh, actually ?      kinda sucks. ❞      the man perches himself upon the corner of jac’s desk, toned arms crossing over his chest as he glances down his nose at her.      ❝ jaaaaaaaaaaaac…      did santa not visit you ?      i think he maybe thought you lived at my house, ‘cause y’know, he left some gifts with YOUR name on them. he makes mistakes sometimes, s’ what happens when you’ve gotta deliver as many gifts as he does in one night. ❞

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thefunkgoeson‌:

“……”

Daigo remained silent as he stared past the female cop, pointedly ignoring whatever the male cop was saying. He instead stared at the unconscious form of Riley as she laid across the floor. Was she alive? Did he somehow kill her?

No. Daigo knew better.  Someone like Riley couldn’t be gone from his life that easily. Their little war was far from over…but he had won this time.

How odd that he couldn’t bring himself to be any proud of that fact. Instead all he felt was exhaustion. All the adrenaline and anger had seeped out of him with that last punch, and now he just wanted to lie down for the next couple years.

But he couldn’t…not yet.

“ Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”

“Yeah yeah…I’ve heard the speech. Do whatever you want…”

He stared silently before turning towards the direction of the fire.

“Is she okay? Clover….”

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Owen busies himself with communicating their current situation to headquarters, requesting backup medical for Riley. So far the most useful thing he’s done the whole shift. No time to be thankful for the idiot barely doing his job. The two cops communicate that it’s time to split up. 

Ironically she’d prefer Daigo’s company over that of her partner.

Jac admittedly had tuned the man out, busy with her own converstion. “Huh? Clover?” She grunts, hoisting the perp into a standing position with no small amount of effort. She positions herself at his back, her grip tight to both support and secure the gang member. 

The name doesn’t ring any bells...and Jac knew most of his crew by heart. 

At least the ones with wanted posters.

Still...how odd for the thug to show concern so openly. Jac nudges him towards the cruiser, bringing them closer to the inferno. “Clover who Eizo? A friend of yours?” 

We Didn’t Start The Fire

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mistletoe ( accidental c:< )

@enrubanner

It’s been years since Jac attended a ‘true’ Christmas celebration. Usually she takes the opportunity for an overnight shift to give officers with families the night off. This year upon hearing that she’s sequestered to her partner’s humble apartment in Kalos for dinner. Joy. 

Colin is..different to say the least, so full of life compared to others on the force, admittedly even herself. Despite her negative feelings towards the holiday she’s thankful — albeit silently— for the offer.

With a bottle of champagne cradled safely in her arm Jac ascends the stairs,  pausing only as a chipper voice rings out, begging for her to hold the door.

She turns, watching with amusement as a petite girl comes up the path, jostling far too many gifts for her small arms. Courteously the officer holds the door open, gracefully dipping down to pick up one that had fallen from the top of the stack. 

“No need to thank me.” 

But the young idol is paying her no mind, instead fixated on the mistletoe fastened above their heads, her already rosy cheeks stained red. Jac quirks a brow unamused...how typical of Colin. 

She lets out a chiding laugh, then leans in pressing her lips to the other woman’s cheek while securing the gift back onto the pile. Jac leans back, catching the girl’s sky blue eyes as she does. Talk about a family resemblance. 

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mistletoe, oops

@thefunkgoeson

“Ah. Classic..” Mistletoe in a bar. Perfect for those suffering the scorn of holiday loneliness. Or for two unlikely friends on the second leg of their journey to toast to another year gone by.  

Perhaps it’s the liquor sitting heavily in her stomach —or general Christmas spirit— but Jac turns to Daigo without complaint, the officer’s perfume mingling with the scent of the cigarette he had smoked on the walk over. “A tradition’s a tradion, no?”

A delicate had graces his stubbled cheek before placing a chaste kiss onto the ex-con’s lips, surprisingly pure and lasting no more than a moment. “Merry Christmas Eizo.”

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ϟ for a drunk text

Al Capone

1:25 am —> thx for calling me a cab i needed that

1:30 am —> prob not a good idea to take the cruiser home

1:31 am —> be careful w the keys……boss will have my head if they get lost

6:45 am —> Return the keys to my vehicle, immediately. 

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