#Oswald baby. why are your bangs cut like that

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My good friends Oswald and Fish ❤️

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The Teachers Pet

An: i am so sorry this took so long! I've had just a million things happen in the past couple weeks.Im trying to keep up with the requests and some of my own fics and it just took longer than i wanted,if you would like a second part with any added ships or storyline please let me know! Thank you love!

Requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt

It was just another normal day in Gotham,My older brother Jim and his new partner Harvey Bullock were picking me up from work while my car was in the shop. I was grading some of my students homework,not paying attention to the conversation going on.

It was only when i smelled the familiar scent of the pier that i looked up,"What are we doing here? Did you guys need to pick up something?" Harvey shook his head."No,Jim and i need to dispose of some trash though,wait here." I shot him a look at being told what to do but held my tongue when Jim shook his head with a strange look in his eye,a mixture of fear and confusion.

Imagine my surprise upon seeing harvey pull a living person out of the trunk before pushing the poor man towards Jim.The second i saw the gun in Jims hand and the scared look on the mans face when he looked at me through the car window caused all common sense to fly out of my mind.Without a second thought i jumped out of the car,"Jim what are you doing?! Put that gun away right now!" Jim winced when he saw my scared expression,never wanted to be the cause of it.

The mystery man whimpered,"Please Jim listen to her!" Jim clenched his jaw."Shut it!(Y/n) get back in the car!" I furrowed my eyebrows."I will not sit there and watch you shoot this poor man!" The man looked at me pleadingly when Jim grabbed his arm and began pushing him backwards towards the edge.He had a horrible limp due to an injury in his leg,i felt the need to help grow the more he whimpered."Please miss,i-i don't want to die.." I felt my heart clench at the crack in his voice."Jim if you do not lower your gun and release him right now,i swear to god i will disown you and tell Barbara you are just a cold hearted bastard!" Jim wavered at that."(Y/n) you don't...you don't understand...i don't have a choice." I began inching my way towards them as tears stung my eyes."You always have a choice Jim,Please big brother...don't do this..let the man go.." The man noticed that i was close as i began to reach for his hand,hope filled his eyes as he went to take my mine.

I screamed when i heard the gunshot,i clenched my eyes shut,only opening them when i heard the sound of something falling into the water.I opened my eyes and stared up at Jim in horror,"(Y/n) i-" i cut him off with haunting words."You're a monster!" I pushed past him away from the crashing waves.Harvey had a gross smirk on his face as i stormed past,"Welcome to gotham honey." I shot him a deadly glare."Do not ever talk to me again,both of you are mad." With that i grabbed my stuff and headed off to hail a taxi,ignoring my brothers yells for me to stop.

It had been a week since i witnessed my brother commit cold blooded murder,He had tried calling,and he showed up at my apartment multiple times but i couldn't stand to even think about him.

I was sitting on my couch cuddled up in a blanket ignoring the ringing of my phone when there was suddenly knocking on my door,but they were different from jims,he always banged on the door and yelled for me to open the door.No these knocks were softer but still insistent,I muted the tv and slid off the couch.I walked quietly over to the door and peeked through the little eye hole,i gasped when i saw the poor man Jim had shot.I wasted no time in unlocking the door and throwing it open,"What are you doing here?! I watched my brother shoot you!" I said a a hushed tone,not needing the neighbors getting involved.

"I-I apologize..i just..i didn't know where else to go.." He whimpered,it was then that i saw his injuries."Please come inside,you're soaked to the bone!" He relaxed a bit and his eyes were filled with relief,as if he expected me to deny him."Thank you Miss.." I helped him towards my bedroom and gently laid him down."Let me get my first aid kit and some towels." He seemed to sink into my mattress,a peaceful sigh drifted from his mouth as he let his guard down a bit.

I came back with some warm towels fresh from the dryer,a pair of jims old tshirts and sweatpants he left here,and my kit."I brought you something to change into,i figured you'd want a shower,then i can dress and wrap your injuries." He seemed reluctant to get up,but with the thought of a nice warm shower he slowly got up,I helped him into the bathroom."Do you need help getting undressed?" His face started to grow red."N-No i..I um.." I smiled kindly."I promise i won't look,you just have a bad injury on your leg that i need you to be careful with.It seems to have stopped bleeding but if you make a wrong move it'll reopen.Please let me help." He softened at my caring tone,i reminded him of his mother with how gentle and caring i was being,Something he wasn't used to.

He reluctantly allowed me to pull off his clothes until he was left nothing,His face felt like it would explode at any moment."There is baby shampoo,it shouldn't sting too bad since you dont have any serious cuts." He nodded in thanks,"D-Do you mind staying in here..? I don't want to be alone.." I smiled sadly at him."Of course i can." He gave me a small smile before carefully stepping into the shower.

One thought caused a bit of uneasiness to cross his mind,"Aren't you gonna ask why i know where you live?" I hummed."It's gotham,i got over being surprised a while ago." He chuckled."Well that is quite true,But you should be careful..there are some horrible people hiding in the shadows that will take advantage of your kindness."

Once he was done i dressed his injuries and helped him dress,the shirt was a bit baggy and the pants hung low on his hips."I can get you nicer clothes tomorrow,I'm sure you're tired.You can take the bed." He furrowed his eyebrows."No No,I can't impose further than i already have." I smiled and kissed his cheek.His eyes widened,"You're not imposing,I quite like your company." He gulped and nodded.I tucked him into bed but as i went to turn away he grabbed my wrist."Can you stay...at least until i fall asleep." He asked sheepishly causing a warm smile to grace my lips."Of course."

Crawling under the covers i let him rest his head on my chest,i gently pet his hair as his eyes slowly began to shut."My name is Oswald..by the way.." I smiled,"It's a pleasure to meet you oswald..Sweet dreams."

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About me

Tag game

I got tagged by @justine-the-guillotine so here I go

How tall are you?

I am standing at a whole 5′3 smol

What colour + style is your hair?

Dark chestnut brown with leftover rusty caramel from my last dye job (like a year ago), cut evenly and length ends at the bottom of my shoulder blades, classic Asian see-through bangs, hair is thin but I have so much of it.

What colour are your eyes?

Dark brown lol

Do you wear glasses?

I do wear them, but only on occasion. It’s a pretty weak prescription, I only need them for distance.

Do you wear braces?

Nope! I have never needed them.

What’s your fashion sense?

I like to stick to that grunge, girly but edgy ulzzang style. As shown by this collage vvv

Full name? 

Lol you thought I’d have some personal boundaries,,, but I don’t. My full name is Amanda My Quynh Zhilan Diep. 

When were you born?

February 25th, 200💛

Where are you from and where do you live now?

I’m a proud Torontonian and second gen. Vietnamese immigrant. Toronto born and raised baby!

What school do you go to?

that’s a secret I’ll never tell,,, xoxo gossip girl just kidding, I do go to school but I rarely attend so,,, lol

What kind of student are you?

The worst possible kind. The one that never shows but does half of the work with so little effort and still manages to stay in the 70% somehow. My attendance is a joke at this point.

Do you like school?

Honestly, I thought you would have guessed by now but no. It gives me bad anxiety and panic attacks. I’m not very good at conforming to a school system. I’d rather work and earn money.

Favourite subject(s)?

All and any arts--- music, visual, drama etc,,,

A favourite TV show?

Well, I just cycle through Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Gossip Girl, Friends, and The Office right now. I don’t really have a favourite.

Favourite movie?

Not in any particular order 

The Breakfast Club, Howl’s Moving Castle, all the Inuyasha Movies, Your Name.

Favourite book?

I have but three words for you,,,

THE RAVEN CYCLE! Go stan the raven cycle, it’ll change your life (if you ever see this Maggie, I love you and your work so much. sobs)

Favourite pastime?

Otome games lol, singing, crying with my friends over sinfully amazing animated men and women, witchy things, astrology memes. 

Do you have any regrets?

Honestly, I don’t really think about regrets. I live recklessly, but I’d rather be reckless and regretless. Why bother with that shit when I can be living this mundane life stupidly?

Dream job?

A wedding and event coordinator. Owner of a metaphysical cafe/store. Part-time poet and artist.

Would you like to be married?

I really do want to be married. It has been my dream since I was 7, I remember sitting in my room doodling wedding gowns, ballrooms, wedding bouquets. Marriage itself is very important to me. I love it so much I want to work in the industry.

Would you like to have kids?

Yes!! I want to be a wife, a mother, and a successful businesswoman,,, I already have names picked out hwehwe.

If so how many?

I’d like to have 1-3 kids. But it also depends on my partner.

Do you like shopping?

Yes lol, I am an avid spender. Love being in debt but at least I’m fashionably in debt.

What countries have you visited?

I’ve been to Vietnam (once in like 2006) and a few places in America.

I really want to go to Ireland, Japan, Korea, Hawaii tho,,,

What's the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had?

Ok, gore warning.

I was being chased in this dark jungle-like place, I was not myself, I was this Polynesian woman. And I knew I wasn’t going to make it to the other side of the jungle. But I couldn’t give up, I had to keep running. I was terrified, sobbing and trying to calm my breath in a useless attempt to hide from whatever demons were chasing me. However, in spite of my efforts, they caught up and soon enough I was surrounded by ghastly demons who craved for blood. And like the closing of a storm, they pounced me and tore me apart feverishly, Though I could not die in this dream so I watched and screamed as they devoured my body before my eyes. And yes I could feel this pain in the dream.

Any enemies?

Unfortunately yes. However, they do make for some good stories and tangents.

Any significant others?

Lol no, but I am looking for that special someone. THOUGH I AM MARRIED TO SIRIUS OSWALD QUEEN OF SPADES SO YA’LL CAN BACK THE FUCK OFF MY MANS.

Do you believe in miracles?

I do believe in miracles, but not in that monotheistic way.

How are you?

Really I could be better, but I’m breathing so that should mean something.

I tag,,, I’m sorry y’all don’t actually have to do this XD @brokeboizclub @shininglikeantares and gdi Justine,,, I was gonna tag shasha too.... I literally have like four friends.

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The Rainbow Investigation: Chapter 1, Part 1

Sunday, March 11th, 1:54 p.m.

Isaac

Man, I’m running late for the meeting with the chief again.

Putting on my sunglasses and turning on my car engine, I bust a wide grin as I hear the engine roar

while I slightly put my foot on the gas. Yes, I do have a nice car. Runs smooth, rides smooth, just like me. Man, I’m just a smooth guy.

Pulling out of my driveway, I head outside my neighborhood to the highway, letting the roof down in my car to see my beautiful face and my newly twisted dreads.

I used to not be this blessed. I had long ways to go. Going through law school, being broke, training

with the police. But now everything’s working for the good. I got the job I want, the car, the looks, and I cannot forget to mention the women that comes with these perks. I just had a date last night with a chick at the bar, and man, I would be lying if I said she didn’t just throw herself at me.

Before heading onto the expressway I stop at the red light, turning my head slightly to the left to see a woman putting on lipstick in her car mirror. I give a honk, making her jump and turn her head to see me.

I give her a smile, showing my white teeth, making her blush. She drops her lipstick while I motion her to roll her window down.

“What’s your name babygirl?” I ask her whenever her window rolls down.

“Casey,” she smiles.

“Man, if you don’t mind me telling you, you look absolutely stunning with that lipstick. Red’s my favorite color.”

Casey turns red, covering her mouth to hide the wide smile I gave her. I asked her for her number and she gave it to me while the light was green.

Cars were honking behind us but I waved them off. I wouldn’t get in trouble with no authority, I am the authority.

I take off my sunglasses and give Casey a wink before driving off. I forgot I had to talk with chief today already.

The best thing about my job, besides the check, is that it’s simple. Sure I have to interview a murderer here and an armed robber there, but nobody knows how to stop a criminal as good as I can. I got the juice for anything that is thrown at me. The rest is looking over criminal records, evidence, and filing papers, which is already a breeze thanks for my many years of experience.

Turning the radio on and tuning in a station, I stop my hand at the local news station by the owner of the station, Ray Ray.

“Looks like we got another funeral this week guys, the Rainbow Head just took the life of a teenage boy and girl last night. Hey, the kids were just trying to have some fun, but ended up not coming back home after a night of the movie theater, which is what their friends told the police before they found them dead-”

I changed the station to the hip hop station. Man, I don’t want to hear that right now, knowing I have to hear the same thing at the office for the next shift.

I take off my sunglasses whenever I reach the police department. Sighing, I cut off my car engine, patting the dashboard. Another good ride from my Jaguar Jack.

I get out of the car and walk into the police department with confidence, fixing my collar, running a quick hand through my hair, and clearing my throat.

“Good morning Isaac,” the secretary at the desk grins at me.

“Good morning to you gorgeous,” I reply, receiving my mail from my work mailbox.

While I check my mail, I head to the break room, passing by the coffee machine the officers fight over on the daily to head to the water dispenser. Coffee makes your teeth yellow, and I can’t afford my white teeth to stain like that.

I grab a cup from the table and turn back to the water before I feel a hand squeeze my ass.

“Whoa!” I holler, turning to see Mrs. Officer Bentley glaring at me as she bites her lip.

“How are you doing today Isaac?” She purrs, putting a hand on my chest.

“I’m doing good, you?” I say.

“Fantastic,” Mrs. Bentley replies. “How about we look at some files in the copy room? All of the officers are on duty at the Rainbow Head’s new investigation by the movies.”

Man, sounds great but… “I gotta go talk to Oswald right now, and she sounds pretty pissed off,” I

mention to Mrs. Bentley, who just started rubbing on my chest.

“She’ll be alright.”

“I’m already late.”

“Then end it with a bang,” Mrs. Bentley whispers, dragging her hands to my belt buckle.

Just to get this out of the way, I know that her prefix is not a miss. But also knowing that this has been going on and off for a long period of time, and that I know her husband who I am really good friends with and knows what is not going on makes my situation okay.

“Come on, you know I’m trying not to-” I begin before Mrs. Bentley pulls out her handcuffs from her belt and cuffs them around my wrists.

“You’re under arrest, for being fine as hell,” she murmurs in my ear, “and for disobeying a police officer.”

Maybe I can spare a few minutes or twenty.

“You didn’t read me my Miranda Rights,” I smirk, making Mrs. Bentley tighten the cuffs around my arms and dragging me to the copy downstairs.

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“Sorry I’m late I was-”

“Stuck in traffic like always?” Ms. Oswald snaps making air quotes with her middle and index finger.

“How did you know?” I show off my smile. “You know that red light where you go straight then hit that exit to the expressway? It always feel like an eternity sitting there.”

“Have a seat Mr. Newport.”

“You know you can just call me Isaac.”

“Please, just sit down.”

Shrugging, I take a seat in front of Ms. Oswald’s desk, as she sighs whenever she pulls out her files.

“So boss, what’s up?” I ask.

“I am at my end with you Mr. Newport,” she begins.

“At your end?”

“You have not been doing your job, Mr. Newport.”

“Oh come on man, who told you that lie?”

“It’s obviously not a lie. You been inefficient with all of your evaluations with the police reports, the evidence, everything.”

“Everything?” I question as I begin to raise my voice.

“Where are your reports on the last case? You gave nobody an update on the last armed robbery, shootout, or fraud cases. And this is the second time that you were late to a meeting,” Ms. Oswald explains. “Are you messing around with Officer Bentley again? I’m going to have to suspend her-”

“Wait a minute now, hold on,” I raise up from my seat. “I think you’re just a little uptight with everything. I promise I’ve been doing my job. The only reason why there are no reports is because I handled all of it myself. I’m the one special agent that can do that.”

“Really?” Ms. Oswald says, getting out of her seat as well, making her way to the file cabinet.

“Of course, you know I’m all game,” I reply to her. Walking up behind her and grabbing her shoulders, my fingers sliding into the collar of her shirt and blazer. “Nothing but net baby.”

Ms. Oswald blushes while I press my fingers into her shoulder, I lean in and nuzzle on her neck. “Mr. Newport?”

“It’s Isaac.”

“You know you forgot something about me didn’t you?” Ms. Oswald smiles.