How about romantic hcs with robin x gender neutral!reader who also has wings I think it would be fun:p
The singers dove
Synopsis - Robin dating a halovian!reader
Warnings/Content - gn!reader, fluff, headcanons, halovian!reader, LOTS AND I MEAN LOTS OF PHYSICAL AFFECTION (sorry none physical touch lovers), mentions of harassment, ooc Robin?, yall act like a married couple, tiny bit of crack, possible grammar mistakes, not proofread
A/N: I had so much fun writing this, i think Robin is my fav hsr character next to Acheron! Still funny how i have 0 Acheron fics, BUT LETS IGNORE THAT FOR NOW- Overall enjoy the fic! Also i couldnt think of an end hc so its pretty random😭 (Yk now i look back at it, its kinda similar to my "dating hcs w/ robin" fic-)
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☆Before yall started dating. To say Robin was shocked would be an understatement.. She never expected to meet another fellow Halovian like her and her brother, but she was also glad to find someone similar to her!
★Due you guys being the same type of species, you guys got along fairly quickly. Eventually you guys got in an official relationship
☆Robin was already touchy with you before yall started dating, but that doubled after you guys got together. Handholding, kisses, hugs, pet names, compliments, etc. Robin is smothering you with affection (not that you are complaining)
★But Robin doesn't want you to be uncomfortable, so if you tell her that her affection makes you uncomfortable. She'll stop, tho it does make her a tiny bit sad, but she understands
☆You guys definitely act like yoi guys are married, you already live together, cook together. Just general domestic stuff
★One of Robin's favorite moments and activities are when you guys preen eachothers wings. Since Halovian's wings are quite sensitive, it's can be handful to preen them. But now that she has someone who can help her and is familar with them since you're also a Halovian, she knows that you would do a wonderful job and vice versa<33
☆Due Robin being a popular star across the cosmo, it's no surprise that she's busy, but also her fanbase! Most of her fans were supportive of her relationship for you, but some of them weren't so happy.. So unhappy that they started to harass you. Though Robin found out rather quick and warned (threatened) them to never do that again or they will suffer the consequences
★After that little incident, Robin became slightly protective you. Scared that you would be harassed or even attacked by one of her fans, but you always reassured that you would be fine<33
☆One of the most funniest thing to see is when yall bicker, bc yall bicker like an old married couple. Talking about arguments. Fights dont happen often between you two and when they to they get quickly resolved
★Robin does love friendly fights specifically tickle fights and pillow fights! It makes her feel like a child again. She also just gets to spend more time with you<3
☆You guys are a match made in heaven and live happily ever after♡
Reblogs are appreciated!!
@𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒙★
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soul collector ghost x reader || pt.2
more thoughts on reaper ghost!
just as ghost's job entailed, he took you to the so called paradise that one achieves after death, but he found himself doing it begrudgingly. ghost was absolutely not one that formed attachments to souls, much less so quickly. his job was to deliver the lost souls to what humans liked to call heaven, or in some cases, hell, and it had been that way for centuries.
so why was he hesitant to send you off to the very place you'd rest in peace, and with that little cat of yours you had requested him to take with you?
it was a dangerous game that his mind was playing. soul collectors didn't have feelings, nor did they have the ability to grow fond over souls they encountered on their jobs. yet when ghost took you to that oasis, leaving you behind to spend your days in content, he found himself mulling over you as the days went on.
visiting couldn't hurt, right? so that's what he did. and boy, it was a mistake.
he was falling for you. you, a dead woman with an entire life that got stolen from her, where you were residing peacefully with the company of your beloved cat. the supposed heaven was much like regular life for humans, except without the danger, the angst, the pain, the love.
what would the gods think of little old him, a reaper with a skull for a face, all bone and no skin, falling for a soul that belonged to them? it had never been heard of, and for him to feel the way he did, he thought perhaps he was broken. he'd spent centuries in this line of work. hell, he didn't even know if he, too, was a living person before he was what he is now. maybe time had eroded away his cold, dead heart, and he just wasn't fit for any of this anymore.
how could he not fall in love with you, when you danced around in your newfound home, cat bundled in your arms as you sang a song he didn't know the tune of?
how could he not love you, when you always greeted him with a blinding smile that could melt away the coldness in his heart, and a voice as sweet as candy giving him a "hey, ghost!" every time he came?
just like now, while you sat with your cat in your lap and your eyes staring in awe of the heavenly skies with him standing rigid beside you, he knew there wasn't a single thing in his mind that could ever convince him that he didn't have the heart to fall for you.
ghost knew he was royally fucked, both with himself and with the gods. he wasn't meant for this life of falling in love, and his creation was made solely against that. yet somehow, you managed to crawl your way into his body and soul, nesting there permanently with no plans of evicting.
you were like a virus that was slowly rewiring the workings of his mind, burrowing yourself so deep, it'd be near impossible to recode you out.
"are you enjoying it here?" he asked you then. while your eyes remained focused on the golden rays that filled the sky, his were locked on to you. he took in the slight shimmer in your eyes, one he had never seen before in someone dead. he noted the quirk of your lips, the way they curled at the edges and exposed perfectly aligned teeth.
"oh, absolutely," you told him back with that damned smile of yours. "but I enjoy it a lot better when you visit."
ghost had never felt his chest flutter before, but he swore, it was as if a cage of butterflies had been released, filling him up with the foreign feeling of giddiness.
"that so?" he hummed, continuing to plaster on the void of emotions he had grown to do over his time as a reaper. "suppose I'll have to visit more often."
and when you turned to finally look at him, it would've taken the breath out of his lungs if they functioned.
"I'd like that," you agreed, and just from that confirmation alone, ghost decided he was willing to risk everything he had, everything he had ever been created for, just to see that smile everyday of his eternal life. gods be damned.
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For the past several months I have been out of work, after some terrible life events in which my whole life kind of fell apart.
My Dad died, my 10 year relationship ended, I had to pack up all my stuff and move from one end of the country to another twice. It's been rough.
I've been feeling a lot of guilt being unemployed and living off savings, and feeling that dread that comes with watching those funds get smaller and smaller with no income to restore them, while I try to pick myself up and put some kind of life back together.
At the same time, I was starting to feel more and more imposter syndrome about my ADHD because I was managing to get into some good habits. Cooking proper meals. Staying on top of the dishes and laundry. Getting the bins and recycling out for collection on the right days at the right time. Picking up some of my craft projects and even learning some new ones. I started regular driving lessons. Started doing some DIY in my new living space to fix it up.
I finally felt ready to dust off my CV and try to get a job again. And I got one. Yay! Or so I thought.
I only started this week, and I am already so tired. It's taken everything I have to make sure I got up and ready in time. That I had clean and suitable clothes to wear each day. To get groceries and make myself food each day. The dishes piled up again. The house is a mess. So much food has gone bad that I had to throw out. The crafts I started last week are sitting half done next to me and I don't know if I have it in me to pick it up again. I forgot to update important documents and had to cancel my theory test, and postponed my driving lessons.
I feel like I can do one or the other, but not both. A full time job earning money, or a full time job keeping a household running and living my life. No matter what I'm always going to feel like I am spinning plates, running from task to task to try and keep up until the plates come crashing down. I won't know which plate I forgot until I have to pick up the pieces.
I'm so tired.
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