#f.f x reader

headcanons with the stone ocean gang and a gender neutral, aquatic, mermaid-like reader (like sorta, they still have their legs, but they have a mermaid-like tail and some scales + fins around their body)

🌦️ anon

Stone Ocean Gang w/ Mermaid-like! Reader

tags: fluff, sfw, gn! reader, established relationship

Jolyne Cujoh

- it's not the first time she's come across a semi-human being much like yourself.

- still, it's not something that can be ignored so easily.

- you guys hang out a lot by the shore, the beaches of florida filled with people having a good time.

- but none of them knew your little secret. nobody really paid that much attention. not the extent like jolyne.

- she loves being in her bikini, sitting close to the water where you like to be at most of the time. its where you thrive.

- "it's too damn hot outside." you heard her complain, shielding the sun from her eyes with her arm.

- "just get in the water with me." you laughed, splashing around and she contemplated for a moment.

- "alright, fine. but i'm not the best swimmer." she exclaimed a little shyly before stepping into the water.

- you submerged under the water, staying there for a good moment as an idea popped into your head. you made your way over to her, her voice sounding muffled under the weather.

- but you can hear her well. she was calling for you.

- "where the hell did you- .. shit!" she gasped when you wrapped your arms around her legs and pulled her down in the water. you couldn't contain the laugh bubbling in your chest at her scared expression.

- she swam up, head poking out of the weather as she stared at you with furrowed brows and a noticeable pout. "you're such an asshole!"

- "aww, i was only joking." you poked your head out from the water as well. "hey, you can't even guess how long i was underwater."

- "you breathe in water, i can only imagine." she rolled her eyes but allowed you to nuzzle your face into her cheek.

Ermes Costello

- she can't lie and say she wasn't at least a little freaked out by your characteristics. especially scales and tail.

- but she was quick to trust you. she made you laugh and you did the same.

- but part of her was still slightly wary. not because she's scared of you but she does worry for you at times.

- "does it hurt..?" she hesitates to touch them, even after you insisted for her to get a feel. simply out of curiousity.

- "no, it's like having a nose. does that hurt you?" you teased. she'd roll her eyes and shake her head, bringing her knees up to her chest as the gust of the cold air hit her bare skin.

- "you knew what i meant!" she playfully slapped your hand away from poking at her sides. "how's life been, anyways? i haven't seen you in a while. sorry for keeping you waiting." she frowned.

- "not too bad. i got a job! i work as a lifeguard as part time." you gestured. "i can't work late at night, i need to rest. and it's usually for the weekends. they made my schedule pretty special."

- "do they care about... that." she tried not to make it a big deal as he nudged her head over to your tail.

- "hey, they don't know that. and lets keep that between us." you pointed at her. "but anyways, if you ever need saving just call me."

- "like i'd ever get in the water without you." she laughed.

- "speaking of which, i hope you brought your swim suit." you stripped away your own clothes, your scales retracting and your tail fin flopped in the water. "c'mon!"

- "hold on!" she watched you with a baffled gape. she scrambled to her feet, pulling her shirt over her head and leaving her in her sports bra. "you're cheating!" she jumped in the water and you laughed, splashing her with water.

F.F

- thinks you're a little bit of a freak which is so ironic considering her own circumstance.

- i think she's in love with the fact that you both love water so much. you both thrive in it all the time.

- in fact, it's where the both of you are literally 24/7.

- "your friends sound like a lot of fun." you told her as you swam in the water together.

- "you should meet them sometime. oh! i can just bring them down here too." F.F insisted and you laughed quietly at her excitement.

- "that'd be fun. but aren't you worried what they'll think?" you couldn't help but feeling this abiding feeling in your head.

- "nah." she shook her head. "they're not like that. they'd like you." she insisted.

- "well." you trailed off, smiling to yourself. "i like you." she tilted her head.

- this made her cheeks flush, she averted her gaze a bit and cleared her throat. you hardly ever see her look so flustered before. it made you laugh.

- "you're way too cute!" you continued, not resisting to hide your continous giggles as she clicked her tongue.

- "this isn't about me!" she whined and the two of you continued to swim together just to pass the time.

Weather Report

- he's rather indifferent about your appearance when he first met you.

- he's dealt with things much worse. and besides, he loves you for you. fins and all.

- you always felt like you were in some kind of movie anytime he's with you. he made you feel so loved.

- "aren't you cold?" you asked, the wind currents were a lot stronger this time around. you hugged yourself.

- "no." he shook his head. "i'm fine. are you?" he tilted his head a bit.

- "yeah, i'm used to the cold." you smiled back, your tail curling a bit. "something tells me you did this on purpose." you smirked. "making it colder."

- "what makes you say that?" he raised a brow and you pointed up at the clouds. "well, was it working?"

- "not really. but if you wanted to cuddle you shouldve said something, silly." you playfully nudged him before scooting over.

- and he welcomed you with open arms, wrapping it around your shoulder as you huddled for warmth.

- "you don't wanna get in the water?" you looked up at him.

- "no, but if you want to i don't mind. i can keep watch." he shrugged at this. but you shook your head.

- "i like being with you instead." you admitted bashfully and he chuckled in response. his voice quiet as he agreed with you.

Narciso Anasui

- you are so beautiful in his eyes, scales and all. he acts like it doesn't phase him at all.

- anytime he'd stop by to visit you, he always brings a basket of lot of treats and snacks. something that you adapted into liking.

- however, he was slightly late this time. he was the only one who noticed but you weren't keeping track of time when you heard him hustling over at you with the basket.

- "is this all for me?" you looked up at him, stars twinkling in your eyes as you lifted up your favorite snack.

- "of course, my love. you're always on my mind, how can i ever forget?" he stared at you lovingly.

- you only known each other for a few weels and already he got you a promise ring. he wanted to marry you and you were only overwhelmed by how bold he is.

- still, you had accepted his ring and he's made it a mission to come out at night to see you. any chance he gets.

- the moonlight beamed down at the water, small waves wetting the sand as it pulled back into shore. you felt like you were at peace.

- "wow, this is so romantic." you let out a sigh. he couldn't tear his eyes away from you, it felt almost creepy how he was watching your every move. has he even looked away at all?

- "that's not all." he slowly sat up, already scooting closer so that your shoulders were touching. "let me make it up to you. for being a little late." he cupped your cheek.

- "you were? i don't think i noticed." you laughed shyly, pulling away only slightly as he tried to close the distance. "anasui..."

- "shhh.." he placed a finger on your lips. "let's let our lips do the talking."

Enrico Pucci

- what an interesting character that you are.

- he keeps you a secret from everyone else, he likes visiting you late at night by the ocean. it's a lot more quiet and calming.

- and there you were, sitting on the warm beach sand with your mermaid tale already out. the ends flapped gently when you saw him approaching.

- "hi stranger." you gently patted the spot next to you and he gladly accepted. "how are you? you haven't come visited me for a while."

- "i was caught up with a lot of business. i'm surprised you'd still wait for me." he smiled at you warmly.

- "i'm pretty familiar with your schedule. it's how we met, remember? you like coming down here to relax." you sighed. "and i can do my part in helping you let all those worries melt away." your tone hinting at something much more.

- "you don't need to. just talking is already enough. you understand me..." he trailed off, holding a journal of some sort.

- "what's that for? you keep notes?" you pointed it out.

- "something like that." he hummed. "honestly they're mostly just hymn's." he explained, opening the book. "care me to read you a few?"

- "sure," you smiled. "i like hearing you talk anyways. you can tell me anything.

- and he did. he spoke to you in a hushed voice, words were steady and you admired the shadows casting over his face. he was beautiful.

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Tags: Gender neutral reader, SFW and fluff

Jolyne Cujoh

- The first time you flinch at a sudden shout in the prison yard, she goes from joking to laser-focused in one second, immediately scanning for what set you off.

- She brushes it off with a cocky smirk, but later quietly asks you direct questions: what kind of noise hurts, how bad it gets, what to do if you freeze.

- Jolyne starts walking slightly closer to you than everyone else, so if someone yells nearby, she can subtly tug you behind her or cover your ears with her hands.

- She’ll talk louder for you in a crowd so you can focus on her voice, but will snap at anyone else who shouts near you: “Hey, use your damn indoor voice.”

- If things get too loud, she uses Stone Free threads to create a loose “buffer” around your ears, dampening the worst of the noise while pretending she’s just stretching her Stand.

- During fights, she ties a thin string around your wrist - if a sound is about to be explosive, she yanks you toward her a second before it hits.

- Anyone who laughs at you for being sensitive to noise gets the full Green Dolphin Street attitude - taunts, a glare, and the promise that if they bother you again, she’ll “rearrange their face.”

- If a guard or inmate keeps slamming things or banging bars near you, she’ll step between you and them, chin up, daring them to try it again.

- On quieter nights, she’ll convince you to sit with her in some tucked-away corner, talking in a low voice and absentmindedly twirling a string of Stone Free around your fingers.

- If you get overstimulated and shut down, she doesn’t tease - she guides you somewhere calmer, lets you bury your face in her shoulder, and mutters, “I got you. Just listen to me, not them.”

Ermes Costello

- The first time you flinch at a loud shout in the prison, she immediately stops laughing and checks your face, thumb brushing your cheek while she asks, “Hey, that bad, huh?”

- After that, she casually fishes for details - what kinds of sounds mess you up, how long it takes you to recover, and what helps - pretending it’s no big deal so you don’t feel embarrassed.

- Ermes starts automatically choosing the quieter path through the prison, steering you away from rowdy blocks and echoey corridors without even mentioning it.

- If the cafeteria is too loud, she’ll plant herself between you and the worst of the noise, leaning in close so you only really hear her voice and the scrape of her tray.

- She gets in the habit of warning you: “Heads up, it’s noisy in here,” right before entering a loud area, giving you time to brace yourself or ask to skip it.

- When things get really bad - like someone slamming metal over and over - she’ll quietly place a sticker on the offending object so the duplicate drops and distracts them, forcing them to stop.

- If there’s a repetitive noise that’s driving you up the wall, she’ll use her ability to break or misalign whatever’s causing it, acting like it was just “an accident.”

- She jokes about wishing she could put a sticker on sound itself, just so she could rip it in half and toss the extra away for you.

- Anyone who mocks you for being sensitive gets the full Ermes attitude: sharp glare, rolled-up sleeves, and a low, dangerous, “You got something to say about them?”

- Guards slamming batons or banging bars near you suddenly find their stuff mysteriously breaking or going missing after she “takes care of it.”

- She trains herself to notice your tells - the way your shoulders tense, the way your eyes go distant - and will immediately change the environment or pull you out before it gets overwhelming.

- If you get overwhelmed, she guides you to a quieter corner, her hand firm at your back, talking you through it: “Breathe with me, okay? In… out… You’re doing good.”

- She’ll let you rest your head on her shoulder, one hand over your ear on the loud side, thumb rubbing slow circles along your arm while she quietly cracks jokes to distract you.

- Later, when things are calm, she’ll tease you lightly - “Guess I gotta be your personal noise-canceling girlfriend now” - but there’s pride in her voice, because she wants that role.

Foo Fighters

- The first time you flinch at a sudden shout or metal clanging, she freezes mid‑movement, head tilting, eyes locked on you instead of the sound.

- She immediately asks very literal questions: what loudness hurts, which sounds are worst, whether it feels like “damage” or “overflow,” memorizing every answer like data for a mission.

- F.F. starts mapping out which areas are loud and which are quiet, then casually suggests routes and hangout spots that just happen to line up with your calmest zones.

- She gives you verbal “updates” before entering loud spaces: “Many people. High volume. Do you want to avoid?” so you always get a choice.

- When other prisoners talk too loud around you, she’ll stand closer to your side, body angled as if to shield you, and redirect conversation in a softer tone.

- If there’s a sudden bang, she immediately turns to you first, checking your expression, shoulders, and breathing to see if you’re okay before worrying about anything else.

- She learns your specific signs of overload - going quiet, distant stare, tense jaw - and treats those like urgent alerts, gently guiding you somewhere quieter without making you feel weak.

- If someone keeps making the same annoying sound, she’ll innocently ask them to stop, and if they don’t, she’ll “accidentally” interfere with whatever is causing it so the noise breaks or stops.

- Since she’s made of plankton and water, she figures out how to adjust how close she is so that her presence is comforting - cool, steady, and grounding when everything feels too loud.

- She experiments with soft sounds to soothe you: the quiet splash of water in a cup, gentle finger-tapping in a slow rhythm, or speaking in a hushed, even voice you can lock onto.

- If you press against her chest or shoulder during an overload, she holds you carefully, hands a bit awkward at first, then more confident as she learns what pressure and touch calm you fastest.

- She’ll ask you questions later like, “When that noise happened, did it feel like fear or pain?” trying to categorize the experience so she can respond better next time.

- If you apologize for being “difficult,” she looks genuinely confused and says something like, “You are not difficult. I just need to learn the correct way to protect you.”

- Over time she becomes proud of how quickly she can spot your discomfort, almost bragging: “I noticed first. I moved you before it got worse. I am a good partner, right?”

- F.F. starts to really enjoy peaceful environments with you - still water, distant ambient sound, low voices - because she associates that quiet with you feeling safe.

- She’ll sit with you in a quiet corner, legs touching, explaining some random observation about humans in a soft tone while you half-listen, half-focus on the steady comfort of her voice.

I had a requesttt what if you did a jojo cast with (OP) luffy’s rubber ability gn (s/o)? Any cast is fine ofc!! Feel free to ignoree

Yes of course!!! I hope you enjoy!!!

Jolyne:

At first, she’s shocked when you punch the wall and it just… stretches.

Instantly challenges you to a stretching contest. “Bet I can reach that vent faster than you!”

Loves using your rubbery powers creatively in fights, swinging you around like a human slingshot or bouncing off walls together.

She adores how playful you are with your abilities, and sometimes she just watches you stretch dramatically while muttering “You’re insane but I love it.”

Ermes:

She’s the first to poke fun at your stretching powers “Yo, you’re like some weird cartoon. You can’t really catch that, right?”

You prove her wrong by literally wrapping around objects or bouncing off walls to grab them.

She lowkey loves having you around for pranks, stretching to snag stuff she can’t reach, or blocking guards with your body.

When you get hit? She panics. “Stop being all… elastic-y! Don’t stretch yourself too thin!”

Foo Fighters:

F.F. is confused, terrified, and fascinated at the same time.

“You… you’re rubber?” she asks cautiously.

Once she realizes you’re harmless, she constantly wants to poke, tug, and stretch your arms or legs just to see how far it goes.

Occasionally you use your powers to bounce her across the cell in training exercises, she’s not thrilled but secretly impressed.

Emporio:

He immediately sees potential. “Whoa, if you can stretch like that, we can reach all the vents and supplies!”

Super helpful in strategizing escape plans using your rubber powers.

He gets genuinely excited when you stretch across rooms or swing from cell to cell.

Sometimes he just sits back and watches you practice, amazed at the physics-defying moves.

Anasui:

Obsessed, obviously. He can’t stop staring when you stretch dramatically.

He wants to see your powers up close “Show me how far you can go…”

He’s both protective and fascinated. “Don’t get hurt… unless it’s for me.”

Every fight you’re in, he constantly checks that you’re using your powers safely, while secretly admiring how agile and unstoppable you are.

Weather:

Your rubber body is basically a walking Stand-combo. You can dodge bullets, stretch to save people, or hold multiple enemies at once, which stresses him out when you go into battle, so he keeps and extra eye out for you.

He’s impressed despite his nonchalant act. Often asking you for things that are further away.

He tends to try and see how far you can go, once asking you if you could get back his gum from his cell.

A/n: Araki really made a whole part filled with beautiful women, then made the best one a colony of sentient plankton. I'm not sure what causes someone to make that kind of decision, but I respect it. Apologies for the break without notice, friends. I had to take a couple days to deal with my mental health issues, but I'm back now and ready to finish off my holiday event. With that, I hope you all enjoy!

Being a colony of plankton and having spent most of her life in a swamp, Foo Fighters was naturally as oblivious as they get when it comes to human customs. Birthdays, holidays, manners, heck, it took you at least 5 tries just to teach her the difference between love between friends and love between romantic partners when you asked her to be your girlfriend.

That's why, around Christmas time, it came as no surprise to you when Foo Fighters was surprised by the sudden change in decoration in the streets and storefronts during one of your walks. She currently had her face pressed against a window, looking in on a nativity scene the store had put up, which attracted a small crowd.

"Y/N, look! There's a bunch of little people stuck in that window! We have to save them!"

"...F.F., do you remember what I taught you about mannequins?"

"You mean those plastic things that look like people they use to show off clothes?"

"Well, those tiny people are like that, just...smaller. It's a nativity scene."

"A...nativity?"

"Just...come with me and I'll tell you. I'll even get you some more water."

"Water!"

Your promise quickly gets Foo Fighters excited as she follows behind you. You top up her massive water bottle with one of the smaller ones you carry around for this exact purpose. As she starts chugging her water, you begin your explanation.

"Basically, a nativity scene is supposed to represent the birth of Jesus Christ, who's the son of God."

"...'God'?"

"He's the one who gave life to all things, like me, or the plankton you're made of."

"I thought that was the Discs?"

"I-I think that's more of an intellect thing than a life thing."

Foo Fighters puts her drink down and taps her palm with her fist like she just figured something out.

"I get it! This God guy must be real important if he's the one who brought you to me."

"Y-Yeah, I guess so."

You can't help but blush at Foo Fighters' bluntness. Another part of your girlfriend not fully grasping human nature is she doesn't hesitate to blurt out things that other people might hesitate to say, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't find this habit of hers adorable.

"So then what was with all the presents surrounding it?"

"Well, it's sort of like when everyone got you presents for your first birthday, except it's an extra special birthday, so everyone gets presents for each other."

Foo Fighters eyes light up at this idea.

"A second birthday?! Can we do that?"

"I don't see why not. I'll ask the others and see if they want to join."

Some time later

"Absolutely not."

Anasui refused right out the gate, almost immediately after you asked the group.

"Why not, Anasui?"

"I don't see why I should have to buy gifts for everyone just to make that plankton happy."

As you resist the urge to punch Anasui to kingdom come for insulting your girlfriend, Jolyne speaks up.

"Well, I'll be happy to do it if it helps F.F. learn more about being human."

"Nevermind, I'm in."

You let out a sigh at Anasui's change in attitude. It was fully expected, yet still exasperating all the same.

"Yeah, I always loved celebrating Christmas with my family, so I'll do it with you guys, too."

"Christmas...I can't say I have too many memories about it...but...I'll come."

"Yeah, let's do it!"

With that, you all came to an agreement to hold a Christmas party at your place, since it would be easier to surprise Foo Fighters there. You took Foo Fighters for a walk while the others were busy decorating the house, which was pretty easy since she gets easily distracted talking with the sea creatures at the beach like they're old friends. When you both get home with the lights turned off, to Foo Fighters' confusion, you turn them on to reveal...

"Surprise!"

Emporio, Jolyne and Ermes jump out excitedly, while Weather Report is more quiet and Anasui is half-hearted at best. Foo Fighters' face lights up like the fully decorated Christmas tree in the corner at how much your house now looks like the storefront she was admiring before.

"Y/N, is this-?"

"It's a Christmas party, all for you, F.F. Merry Christmas."

Foo Fighters quickly pulls you into a hug as she jumps with joy.

"Thank you so much, my little algae!"

"It's no problem, F.F. Now go, enjoy your party."

After pulling Emporio, Ermes, Jolyne and Weather into a hug as well, with Anausi naturally refusing, Foo Fighters rushed around the room, wanting to enjoy every aspect of the holidays for the first time.

First, she tried all of the food there was on offer: mince pies, gingerbread and turkey with cranberry sauce. Then, she gazed up at all of the lights, admiring the simple beauty of them all, as well as the decorations on the tree. She finished up by cuddling up next to you on the sofa to watch a few classic films like Miracle on 34th Street and A Christmas Carol.

Just as she was about to fall asleep in your arms, you gently shook her awake for the last event of the night: presents. You, Foo Fighters and your friends gathered round the tree to exchange the gifts you'd all gotten each other. The exchange mostly went off without a hitch, save for Anasui getting everyone aside from Jolyne things that you were half-sure he had gotten out of the garbage. Finally, it was time for you to give your gift to Foo Fighters.

Foo Fighters excitedly tore open the wrapping paper to reveal a Christmas sweater with puffins on it. You'd seen Foo Fighters eyeing the sweater every time you passed the clothes store, most likely because they were one of the few animals that are both sea-related and Christmas-related. So, you figured it would be a safe bet to buy it for her for her present, and given the way she was currently holding it tight to her chest, your hunch was right.

Foo Fighters quickly put the sweater on, then pulled you into a hug and thanked you about a thousand times. As she held you, she suddenly remembered her present for you. She eagerly presented her gift for you as she watched you open it. Inside, you found an inflatable pool.

"What do you think, Y/N? Do you like it? You always told me you like swimming with me, and now we can do it in our own garden!"

In hindsight, it might have been best to explain to Foo Fighters that humans don't thrive as well in cold waters as plankton do. Still, not wanting to disappoint her on her first Christmas, you put on your best brave face. At least she had good intentions when she bought it for you.

"I love it, F.F. It's great, thank you."

Foo Fighters pulls you into another hug. With the intense heats Florida gets, the gift should get some use relatively soon.

As your friends departed, each one wishing you and Foo Fighters a merry Christmas and a happy new year (except Anasui, naturally), you and Foo Fighters were left watching whatever Christmas movie the TV was playing that it hadn't already shown throughout the day. Foo Fighters once again snuggled close to you as she gazed up into your eyes with warmth and affection.

"Merry Christmas, my little algae, and thank you. I know it's only my first, but this is already the best Christmas ever."

gn! Reader

ANOTHER REQUEST FOR MY FAVORITE PART!!! I hope you enjoy!!

Jolyne:

She wakes up to the smell of… something burning. Immediately rushes to the kitchen ready to fight a fire with her bare hands. When she sees you sheepishly fanning a smoking pan, she bursts out laughing.

“What the hell is that supposed to be?!” she teases, but she’s secretly touched. She’ll help salvage what she can, wrapping an arm around you as she takes over. “You tried for me, huh? That’s kinda cute. Next time, just let me cook, unless you’re trying to poison me.”

Ermes:

Comes in half-asleep, rubbing her eyes, only to see you struggling with eggs glued to the pan. Instantly smirks and leans against the doorframe. “Well, well, well. Looks like someone was trying to be romantic.”

Even though she teases, she appreciates it more than she admits. Joins in to help, and the two of you end up eating a weird but edible breakfast together. “Next time, I’ll handle the cooking but I’ll let you serve it. That part you nailed.”

Foo:

They don’t even understand what went wrong, because food is just food, right? “Is it supposed to look like that?” they ask innocently, tilting their head. Ends up happily eating whatever mess you made because they just appreciate the effort.

They get all wide-eyed and grateful “You thought of me before waking up? That’s so nice!” Honestly, it makes them feel more human to be cared for like this, even if the food is terrible.

Weather Report:

Walks in completely expressionless, staring at the disaster on the stove. You panic, apologizing and rambling about trying to surprise him. He just blinks… then quietly gets plates and sets the table.

“It’s fine. Sit. We’ll eat together.” Eats it with zero complaint, like he doesn’t even notice the taste. When you look guilty, he gently pats your head. “…It’s the thought that matters. Thank you.”

Anasui:

Sees the mess and immediately goes into dramatic mode. “My love, how could you risk your safety against this… frying pan of doom?” He low-key freaks out about you waking early without him.

But then he softens, realizing you just wanted to make him happy. He’ll insist on cooking with you next time, hovering the whole time to “guide” you. Secretly keeps thinking about how domestic it felt, and it makes him weirdly emotional.

Emporio:

Since he’s still a kid, the idea that someone made breakfast for him makes him tear up a little. Even if it’s burnt or a total flop, he’s beaming. “You… made this? For me?”

I would like to request headcanons of F.F with a first date with them or what it would be like having them as a roommate.

How about both!! I hope you enjoy!!

F.F. is so nervous but also so excited. She’s not totally sure what a “date” entails, she’s read about it, but theory and practice? totally different things.

She shows up early, wearing something a bit mismatched because she picked it out herself and she’s very proud of it.

“Does this look… date-ish? I think I look very human!”

You tell her she looks perfect and she beams. Her smile could power the whole prison.

She chooses a place with lots of water and snacks, because... priorities. You end up sitting by a lake or near the shore, where she can dip her fingers in and feel calm.

She brings her own little tupperware of bottled water “just in case,” and you can’t even tease her because it’s so F.F.

She’s extremely curious, asks you about everything.

“Why do humans like candles? Do they smell better when you’re in love?”

“If I gave you a seashell, would that count as a romantic gesture?”

She’s surprisingly gentle during conversation, though she listens intently, like she’s trying to understand you down to your smallest detail.

When you laugh, she immediately mirrors it, like she’s memorizing the sound.

“You’re smiling. That means this is going well, right?”

If she gets flustered, she starts sipping water to calm herself down, and it becomes a running joke between you two “Hydrate before you flirt-ate.”

At the end of the date, she gives you a tiny seashell she found earlier. “I wanted to give you something alive, but the ocean might get mad, so this will do.”

And it’s so awkward and heartfelt that you’re basically in love right then and there.

ROOMMATE F.F.:

Hydration stations everywhere. You open the fridge? Water. You open your bag? Somehow, water. She’s on constant refill duty.

“You have to drink more, you’ll dry out like a bad plankton day.”

She’s the messiest neat freak imaginable. She tries to organize, but doesn’t understand what “clutter” means. So the table ends up looking like a science exhibit: labeled shells, half-empty bottles, and weird sea pebbles she “found.”

But she’s adorable about it. She’ll proudly show you the things she collected that day “Look! This rock looks like a potato! We should name it!”

F.F. constantly plays with the sink faucet. Not even for a reason, she just likes the running water sound. Sometimes you’ll walk in and she’s just sitting on the counter with her hand under the tap.

“This is… peaceful.”

She tries to help with chores but always misunderstands the instructions. You tell her to water the plants, she soaks them like it’s a monsoon.

She’s a fantastic listener though. If you’re having a bad day, she’ll just sit beside you, knees pulled up, eyes full of care.

“Humans cry water when they’re sad… do you want me to cry with you?”

Movie nights are chaotic. She reacts to everything out loud:

“Why is that man kissing her now? They’re being chased! Priorities!!”

She gets popcorn stuck in her hair and you have to pick it out.

She’s very protective. If someone hurts your feelings, she’s ready to fight.

“I may be plankton, but I can still punch.”

But her affection is the sweetest kind, pure, sincere, no hesitation. She’ll randomly tell you,

“You make me feel more human every day.”