#i’m not even that short i’m a very respectable 5’5 but i DID drop a shelving fixture on my head today

[bitterblued]

tall people don’t place heavy things on high shelves challenge (sponsored by your short coworkers)

[rieson]

@sanjis-simp submitted; Hi! Can I get a matchup for One Piece if you’re still open for them? Please and thank you! I’m 5’5 and am a plus size girl. Super pale with dyed black hair with straight bangs and hair to my shoulders. Personality wise I’m an infp or 6w5. I I’ve been told I’m kind but I’m also very opinionated especially about civil rights, politics, and how people are treated so I can come off bitchy to some people. I do curse a lot and will absolutely obsess over something until I learn all I can or until I get bored of it. I’m a big homebody never really go to parties or anything like that. I’d rather stay home and watch tv or read. Thanks again!

hello ! thank you so much for requesting love, i match you up with . . .

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Donquixote Rosinante / Corazon !

Now, let me start with the usual height difference between you both; I'm sorry but you look like a dwarf standing next to your 293 cm boyfriend.

Like, an absolute DWARF. (Why is he so tall god dammit)

It's embarrassing but, he first met you when he stumbled down the stairs trying to deliver paperwork to Sengoku's office ─ you were coincidentally trying to go up the stairs so Rosinante ended up kissing your shoes.

If one were to ask 10 year old Rosinante where he would see himself 10 years in the future, the answer was probably going to be something he always wanted to do; "helping people" and NOT tripping down the stairs ─ face planting and possibly kissing someone's shoes right now.

"A-Am i dead..? Am i in heaven?" He mumbled groggily, looking up to see a blurry pale figure with dark hair, "Are you an angel...? P-Pretty ...Pretty angel" The words seemed to slip out of his mouth unconsciously, but it still made you blush.

You cleared your throat, blush still visibly apparent in your cheeks, and you handed out a hand for the stranger to take, "Are you okay? Here get up"

The stranger seemed to snap out of whatever daze they were in, finally processing what just happened.

His lips pursing, he stared at your hand ─ and stared at you ─ and back at your hand ─ and then back at you; you stare at him back.

His face visibly flushed, he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly; before deciding to close it and avert his gaze to the floor that seems oh so interesting now.

"I..Uh....Are you gonna get up? You looked like you were in a hurry" You spoke out; voice so gentle yet it was clear that you held alot of confidence.

The stranger finally deciding that the floor wasn't interesting after all, looked up at you with soft hazel brown eyes, and accepted your hand.

You pulled him up; startling him as if he didn't expect to get pulled up, and he stumbled yet again ─ but this time, he was stumbling forward.

Towards you.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his torso, stopping him from falling down again and possibly bringing you down with him.

To others, it looked like sexual harassment but honestly, the stranger just seems to be really clumsy.

Your whole body was dwarfed by his unusually tall, freaky height, making it a challenge to keep him stable but you did it anyways.

"Whoa! You okay?" A chuckle escapes your lips, "You're really clumsy"

The man flushes at your comment and nods hastily, and stands up as you unwrap your arms in his torso.

You got a good look at the man, he was tall. Like TALL tall, perhaps even more than 250 cm? You couldn't tell.

The man wore a white, short-sleeved shirt emblazoned with the Marine emblem; a simplified gull with the word "MARINE" underneath it, on the back; a blue neckerchief; dark blue trousers and above his shoulders wore a coat, "Justice" on the back. He wore the coat like it tends to be worn like a cape, draped over the shoulders with the arms not in the sleeves; indicating that he was indeed, an ensign.

His unruly blond hair seemed to go towards every direction, making it (if not) tangled.

The man finally spoke out, "Y-Yeah sorry about that.." his voice was a bit deep and husky.

"It's fine, you looked like you were in a rush" You answered kindly, crouching to gather his scattered papers he dropped.

He seemed to notice this and started to panick; arms flailing around.

"W-Wait! It's okay I can pick it up!" He sheepishly spoke out, finally taking a look at you and panicking more as he saw that you were a Rear-Admiral.

"No, No it's fine." As he was about to stop you, you were already done gathering the scattered papers, handing it to him with a smile.

"You're in a rush, aren't you? I understand, i also tend to get a bit clumsy and panicky when i wasnt in time." You chuckled.

"Y-Yeah! Thank you ...once again" He took the papers from you, and bowed.

"It's no problem! Please don't bow to me it's a bit awkward haha.." You nervously trail off.

"I- IM very sorry! I didn't mean to- I mean- I-"

"It's fine, it's fine ! You're going to Sengoku's office right ? Better be fast then" You gave him a wink.

The man blushes, "R-Right! My name's Rosinante ma'am" He gives you a shy smile.

You gave a smile back, "Chanae."

And that's practically how you two met; cliche yikes but it's fine !!!1!#!

You both kept accidentally crossing each-others paths and decided to atleast be friends because it was starting to get awkward with the short "hi's" and "how are you's"

As you got closer to Rosi, you found out that he was indeed, an extremely clumsy dork.

Its pretty comical actually, despite you hating the amount of bruises he gets from his clumsiness.

Rosinante grew up and up the ranks; finally reaching the marine commander rank.

While you, only going up to Vice-admiral, just like garp.

You've been offered the title 'Admiral' quite often but you declined, not wanting such a heavy title to be put on your shoulder.

Rosinante was disappointed to say the least but he was supportive with your decision.

Over the past few years of doing missions with you, Rosinante gained a not so small crush on you.

Scratch that, he mf loved you.

He wanted to confess how he felt to you; even if you dont return the feeling back ─ he can relax knowing he's confessed already.

Hence, that's why he's outside of your office, bouquet in hand, as he thinks of a thousand scenarios that would happen when he knocked the door to your office.

Taking a deep breath, Rosi finally gathers enough courage to knock on your door.

And so he did.

Knock.

Knock.

A door creaking could be heard, your head peeked out of the door, face visibly displaying confusion.

"Uh- Hello Chan!"

"Rosi..? What are you doing?" You narrowed your eyes at the suspiciously acting 9 foot tall man.

"Uh..I....I wanted to tell you that I like you!- I-Uh- M-More as a friend..And i was hoping if I could take you out on a d-date...?" He trails off softly, his gaze glued on the floor, face flushed.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, flushing lightly before shrugging, your mouth forming a smile unsconiously "Sure!"

You both took the relationship slowly; not wanting to rush and make one another uncomfortable.

You and Rosi has alot of things in common; including civil rights.

Rosinante was raised to not be like other celestial dragons; he was truly kind.

And you wanted to make sure people were treated how you think is right.

You both hate celestial dragons; you more than Rosi.

Often, when someone gets offended by you cursing your mouth off, Rosi will usually be the one who will apologize profusely while you continue throwing profanities at the celestials.

Rosi also admired your hunger in knowledge; he knows a bit but he isn't as extreme as you.

Rosi HAS to drags you to sleep sometimes otherwise, you'll loose your sleep because you were focusing on learning too much.

Rosi doesn't like to go on alot of parties either, he instead just likes to be alone with you; either cuddling you or watching you read with a lovestruck gaze.

He absolutely loves the fact that you're plus size! He doesn't care what other people thinks, it makes you supper huggable and Rosi loves it.

Likes to shower you with kisses everywhere. Literally, everywhere !!

He can and will send death glares at disrespectful men that keeps checking you out; you don't need to worry about creepy men from now on. (Rosi drinks his respect women juice !! )

Both marines, you don't have much freetime so Rosi usually buys a dozen of books to give you whenever he sees one that he thinks you'll like; it's his way to remind you that he loves you and also because he loves the way your eyes shine everytime you learn something new.

If you're both not busy though, he'll take you out on nice picnic dates !!

You tried doing a pottery date but that ended up horribly as he kept accidentally smashing his creations and kept slipping on the clay.

Rosinante absolutely adores you and your flaws; he forever will and no one could ever replace you ─ same goes to you for him.

[ Runups : Sabo )If Rosinante doesn't pair well with you.) ]

i...i think i went too far ?? i'm sorry i just love this dork alot.

sorry if Rosinante isn't the most compatible with you, although this is only my take on who would balance well with you.

note; not proofread ! sorry for any grammatical errors.

[etherealfangirl10]

Kiss Me

One Shot

Masterlist

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Gender: Female

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

Summary:

-(Y/N) Zsasz, sister of Victor Zsasz. (Y/N) followed her brother, her only living relative, through his dangerous occupation, never able to figure out where she fit, herself. Up until she finds herself in the arms of her brothers most recent employer, that is.-

Groaning, (Y/N) rolled her eyes, exasperatingly turning towards her dear brother.

“Again? You’re always away, off killing someone. Can’t Penguin send someone else for once? You promised to watch an episode of ‘Shameless’ with me.” The girl whined, sticking out her lower lip in a pout.

“(Y/N), as much as I’d love to gawk at Ian tonight, I love my job, and this man is very important, so the job needs to be done right.” Victor replied, grinning.

Huffing, (Y/N) stood up, almost jumping off the bed she had been settled on. “Fine. Then I shall go and speak to him, myself, since you’re so reluctant.”

“(Y/N)- don’t you dare-!” Victor called after her, but she had already slammed the door shut, making her way downstairs. Yes, she lived in the manor, but that was because she had no where else to go, and Penguin needed Victor close just in case.

Stepping onto the lower floor, her bare feet touched the sleek, wooden tile, her long, loosefitting periwinkle colored dress cascading down to her ankles like a waterfall, the back trailing along the ground behind her. Penguin had offered her many... extravagant dresses, but she didn’t feel right taking the expensive clothing. She much preferred the simple, modest designs of the one she was currently wearing anyways.

Stopping in front of a large doorway, she reached out to trace her fingertips down the wooden doors, knowing who would be on the other side. Suddenly, nerves shot through her, and she wondered if it was too late to turn back.

(Y/N) hadn’t really ever spoken to Penguin, only brief greetings and when she accompanied Victor when Penguin had a job. He was... less intimidating than she thought he’d be, to be perfectly frank... with his adorable awkward rambling, his intriguing uncomfortable glances, and the ability to make her undeniably flustered with his generous unnecessary gestures.

No. She needed to tell him that he needed to reconsider sending Victor out. He’d been gone every night this week, and she was sick of it. Find someone else to kill your grudges. Steeling herself, (Y/N) placed the palm of her hands against the door, giving a large push. Without so much as a creak, the doors opened, revealing a large, long room. In the room was a very long table, only leaving room for a comfortable sitting area near the fireplace, which was almost always on. It’s heat filled the room now, and illuminated the man in front of it. Oswald Cobblepot, or, as she called him, Penguin.

“Penguin.” (Y/N) spoke up, making her presence known. She made her way towards him, lifting her chin in defiance.

The short man whirled to face her, mouth dropping open when he realized who she was. Oswald quickly shut his mouth, holding a glass of red wine in his left hand. Plastering on a smile, he addressed her.

“Miss Zsasz! So good to see you. What brings you down to see me?” The man asked, taking a step towards her as she finally stopped a couple of feet away.

“My brother. I’d like him to stay tonight. You’ve taken him away all week, and I’m tired of it.” (Y/N) demanded, lifting a brow. Oswald gave a short chuckle, setting his drink down with a soft ‘clink’ before folding his hands together in front of him.

“It’s endearing how much you care for him.” He murmured, and (Y/N) shot him a questioning look. See? He was a weird little man, complimenting her at this moment. (Y/N) felt her cheeks grow a tad warmer, and turned away as Oswald cleared his throat nervously.

“If you think so, then let him stay with me. Get your man tomorrow.” She urged, looking back at him with pleading eyes. If he didn’t agree now, she wouldn’t see Victor for another month, since he was going to hang with the girls for ‘business reasons’. This would be their last day they get together, and she would do anything to get Penguin to say yes.

“Miss Zsasz... I can’t do that. I’m so sorry, but this is an important-” He started, looking genuinely apologetic, to her surprise.

“Yes, yes, I know, important guy, must be done right. But Mr. Penguin, please. You must have some other hit man?” (Y/N) pestered, biting down on her lower lip.

The man was silent for a moment, surveying her face carefully, before taking in a shaky breath. “Please, Miss Zsasz, how many times have I told you to call me Oswald?” He questioned, deflecting her question.

“I don’t know. How many times have I told you to call me (Y/N)?” She shot back, furrowing her eyebrows. Penguin stammered, blinking rapidly.

“Very well. (Y/N)...” he tested, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice the way it rolled off his tongue so effortlessly, the way she felt herself tingle at how her name sounded coming from him. Cursing herself for those thoughts, she blinked to clear her mind.

“Oswald.” She replied with his own name, and hated how it felt so nice to call him that. It felt much more natural than ‘Mr. Penguin’, though she would never admit it. The girl saw his gaze flicker up to meet hers, and down again, sucking in a deep breath.

Finally, Oswald began to make his way towards her, closing the distance they had between them. (Y/N)’s eyes were drawn to the noticeable limp he had, and felt a pang of sympathy and adoration respect for the man. He was actually shorter than her, her being 5’7 and him around 5’5. Her gaze flickered back up to his face as he stopped before her.

“Fine. I will let Victor stay tonight. For you, (Y/N).” He mumbled, and she felt a surge of relief flood through her, along with something else she couldn’t quite place.

“Thank you.” The girl breathed, and met his blue gaze. Time seemed to slow, just slightly as she found herself searching his expression. Jeez, he was so infatuating strange.

“Of course.” Oswald replied hoarsely, before turning away, breaking the trance. Before she even knew what she was saying or doing, she reached out to grab his wrist, causing him to freeze.

“Wait.” She whispered, and (Y/N) saw the man visibly gulp. Cute Odd.

What was she thinking? Wait? Really? Why did she need him to wait? It was like her body acted on its own, not having time to consult with her mind. She got what she wanted, so then why hadn’t she already left? She decided to apologize, and looked down at him, blinking when she realized his face was only inches away from hers. This fact caused her mind to go blank, and she internally panicked. This wasn’t supposed to happen! What was going on?!

“Kiss me.” (Y/N) murmured quickly, causing her mind to go whirling. WhAt?! Whatwhatehatwhatehehehfhhjejcjwhaaaaa?! She did not just say that. Please let this be a dream. Please, please, please....

All was silent for a minute, before Oswald let out a flustered chuckle. Instantly, (Y/N) felt hurt course through her, without even knowing why herself. Ouch.

“You...want me to what?” The man asked, and she shook her head quickly, stepping away.

“Never mind. Forget I said that. I- thank you for-” but (Y/N) was cut off as lips smothered her words, pressing against hers for just a moment before pulling away.

(Y/N) looked down at Oswald, gaping. Did he just...?

His pale cheeks were tinted pink, and she felt her own face grow red.

“I-I’m sorry. I thought that’s what you wanted...but I realize now that you didn’t- I shouldn’t have- my apologies, Miss Zsasz, forgive me. I don’t know what came over-”

The silly rambler. She should give him a taste of his own medicine. Surging forwards, she placed a hand against his cheek, leaning down to press her lips against his. It lasted longer than the previous one, full of unsaid emotions. Once she pulled away, Oswald began to search her expression, surprised beyond belief.

“Oooookay. Well, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that.” The duo turned simultaneously to face the new voice, and saw Victor retreating from the room, waving a hand over his shoulder.

A minute of silence passed before the situation dragged a giggle from (Y/N)’s mouth, and Oswald turned to face her, his own smile tugging at his lips.

“I believe... we have much to discuss.” (Y/N) murmured softly, and the man took her hand in his own.

“Then we better get right to it, my dear.”