#nsr rin x reader

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|| ♡ You're suffocating, Darling

Image edits by me, edited from in-game screenshots.

Characters: Rin / White 1010 (referred to without name), "You" Summary: After worrying over what he'll do without you for far too long, he decided to take matters into his own hands and confront his recent... malfunctions around you. He gets desperate, nothing gets solved <3 Word Count: ~1.4k

Happy I finally got around to writing something like this again! I fell into a major writers' block for a while, so apologies for this being a little messier than some of my older writing :)

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There is metal, and it presses into your soft, soft flesh.

It is hard.

It is cold, warmth allowed only by the distant radiance from his chest.

There is metal, and it has every capability to crush you beneath it, rendering your body nothing more than a wind-up toy meant to be discarded. Only, yours will no longer be able to move.

There is metal, and it is very, very gentle with the way that it holds your form. It hasn't squeezed quite yet. But it is there; it is solid, it is sturdy, it is several hundred pounds of steel and wire and if you dared to try and push any part of you up against it, test its limits, one thing becomes glaringly clear:

It is solid.

It will not move.

He has you, and you will stay there for as long as he wills it so.

You are trapped.

Silicon hardly graces your cheek as his head lowers, first part of his jaw gracing your forehead, then the panel of his cheek doing the same. Nuzzling into the side of your face. Trickles of warmth radiated from the glass, dancing along your skin and threatening to seep into your very bones, infecting you with what was once him. Judging by the sheer amount of light radiating from them, too: he's happy. Very, very happy.

Can you say the same?

"You are an an-om-a-ly," he started, voice tittering slightly, "to the degree that I don't even know what to do with myself."

Metal tightened around you even further, pressing into you deeper, gracing your flesh. That would be the fault of his arms snaked around your abdomen and folded beneath your back pressing your body between them and the plating of his chest against your bone. One of which is bound to give if enough pressure is exerted. Your chest can hardly rise high enough to take in a full breath. It is tense, but it does not hurt you.

Not yet, at least, but it is on the border of which.

… Would he care if it did?

Of course he would.

Of course, he would.

He'd jump at the slightest protest. Metal would immediately retract, snaking from beneath you, letting you go at once so that white can scan your body beneath him. White would pour over every surface, regardless of where you mention that the pain blossomed; it is, in his mind, entirely possible that he hurt you worse than you are willing to admit, or that you have noticed. This is a simple routine for the smallest scrape, or scratch, or papercut, even. He carefully takes your hands in his own, eyes skimming every finger before tracing the lines in your palms. They trailed every inch of every joint on every limb until he knows for a fact that you are okay. And if you are not, then this is a perfect process to determine what he should do to make that true. Every time, without fail. And that same routine would apply here.

That is what you're sure of, at least.

"All I know is that I need you to touch me. Please, baby," a whisper uttered beneath an offer; a plead offered between batted breaths; a prayer breathed out before the one the adherent may call their item of worship, "touch me."

His form moves from yours; however, only enough to free one arm. Silicone traces your sides until it happens upon your hand, fingers curling around yours gently. Teasing your will to comply with whatever fantasy of his this may be, and compliance you had. No matter how sensible it may be, your hand did move. It traced the axel at his hip. It traced its way along the divots in his torso. It traced the collar of his uniform. It traced his sternum to his neck, neck to his cheek. The distant whirring of his chest whirred to life with renewed vigor. Light danced throughout every LED surface he had. Light even danced behind his eyes, a hardly audible whir sounding as his brows raised and pupils dilated ever so slightly. If he could be drunk off of delight, he would be.

In a stray desire to run your hands through his hair, fingertips moved from cheek to the back of his head. And the moment you made contact, his head jerked. The sections of his torso shifted, grinding as they passed over one another. And his entire body lulled.

When his body lulled, it lulled into yours and for a few moments you become perfectly aware of the sheer weight his form can truly posses. He is solid and he is metal and he is heavy. The tension builds within you, bone digging deeper and deeper into your inner workings in a desperate attempt to keep them safe (in a way near laughable, the sensation is similar to that of what the machine himself swears to do for you in relation to what he is doing now. If you could laugh, you would.) Your lungs burn with the effort to take in even a morsel of air that his weight had now pressed out of you, hands grasping at any surface around you. The fingers once laced in his hair took root at his scalp, and in any attempt at making him notice what he's done, pulled. If his neck were not so dense the force may have pulled his head, too.

Perhaps able to feel the arch formed in your back, any room to allow ribs to press up to fight for air, he froze. His shoulder jerked up. His chest rose, finally releasing you. His eyes blink open, one delayed by an entire half-beat, taking one—two—three tries to sync up properly. White flooded you in a way you could almost miss, yet momentarily so. A mixture of concern, of worry, of fear, shot across his features in a mess of emotion in that same moment. "I'm sorry," came mutterings in a voice quiet and devoid of any of the charm he was so known for. A voice choppy and mechanical in sound, yet quiet. Darting white travelled the body beneath him until that white turned to static. The display jittered before cutting out entirely, his head mimicking this by jutting, only to flicker back to life with irises dyed a vibrant bloodied red.

X's. Disapproval. Failure.

Unacceptable.

They scoured you again, regardless of whatever protests (if any at all) may have left your tongue. They trace your skin, every part visible. They traced your veins. They traced every inch of every joint of every limb. Yet somehow, this is wrong. All of this is wrong. The red that tainted his irises tainted his features as well: concern to distant distress, worry to distant panic, fear to distant terror. The damning hue of disappointment. Heat began to build, and build, and build in the winding cavities in his torso. And in time, he moved. His body shifted down your form, only far enough for silicone to travel from your forehead to your cheek; cheek to your neck; neck to your sternum. Every movement was reduced to something uncharacteristically inhumane. Lips that would never know true warmth graced the surfaces of your chest that fought for air as heat grew and grew at your waist. In between each kiss: "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

His head raised, red locking onto you, and only you. The only thing in his sights. "I don't know what's happening to me. I don't know if you're doing this to me. I found that I am struggling to process this, let alone attempting to explain it to anyone outside myself," he said, chuckling bitterly. The forced, whining, dry sound of gears grating in the absence of touch.

"The only thing clear is that I need you. It's a command echoing inside my mind, repeating over and over inside me like I'm being marched to my death if I don't obey. I need—" he gasps here as if there any need for breath in a way almost human—"you, baby. Let me be the only one to protect you. I'll do everything for you. Everything," an ode to desperation sighed into the fabric of your shirt.

This is what… love is, isn't it?

This is what he's been missing, isn't it?

This sense of sheer and total release onto someone who you are wholly devoted to.

He truly, truly loves you.

[desired-fantasy-writings]

Combat Training - (Rin X Female Reader)

Request?: No

Warnings: None

Readers Gender: Female

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Fanfic Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,357

"Ha I gotcha-"

"Not so fast cupcake, gotta be quicker then that." Rin slipped his metal leg under yours, making you lose your balance.

"Oh c'mon..."

Rin simply smiled at you in your frustrated state. He leaned down, offering you his hand. "You'll get there-"

Seeing an advantage, you grabbed his hand, pulling him down with all your might. His face hit the floor as you pinned his arms against his back. Rin was shocked for a moment before turning his face to the side to look at you.

"Oh wow, you got me there Y/N. Taking advantage of my kindness, well." Rin paused, managing to pry from your hold, pinning you down on your back. You gasp at the impact, and that Rin was pinning you down with that stupid flirty smirk of his. "I can do the same thing."

You groan in frustration. You kept thinking you were getting better, but you just get thrown back to reality of being stuck in the same place again. You weren't progressing, and you noticed it all the time whenever Rin offered you training. He kept insisting you should so you could protect yourself whenever he was gone.

Rin wasn't helping with your frustration either. He was quite stern when it came to combat, but he also loved messing with you, which you hated. You knew you weren't gonna progress against a super weapon of a top NSR artist. Why did you even try...

"Hey hey Y/N, did I slam you too hard? We can take a break if you want-"

"Why am I even doing this..."

"What?"

You pat his arm, signaling you wanted him off of you. He crawled off you, standing up, looking concerned. You took a glance at him, sitting up, putting your hands on your hips with a groan."I still don't get why we're doing this Rin when I haven't even learned a single thing!"

Rin tilted his head at you in a cute way. "What do you mean? You have though." Rin turned away from you, looking at you from the side of his robotic eye. "Examples being..." Rin threw a punch at you, but you caught it right before it hit your face. It surprised you.

"Wow..."

Rin caught the sight of a growing smile on your face, making him smile himself.

"See I told you!" Rin exclaimed, pulling his rather large fist away from your hand. The colour on his cheeks glowed in excitement as he looked at you, making you avert from his gaze.

"You're putting too much pressure on yourself. You won't learn everything in one day like I can, sure, but I wanna teach your everything I know."

"But why?"

Rin paced himself to a table where training weapons were, grabbing two long sticks. He sided eyed you, his smile dropping completely, showing that he was serious about what he was going to say. "I already told you why Y/N..."

He threw one of the training sticks towards you. It took a minute for you to process before catching it with your hands. "Now, let's work on your weapon training a bit."

"But Rin..."

"No buts Y/N."

Rin did fancy trick work with the training stick while you stood there in awe. You never seen him do anything like that before. You felt yourself go in a trance from his movements. They were so smooth. After Rin showed off, he put the stick to the side after seeing your reaction, leaning against it.

"Hm, you impressed?" You chuckled at his statement, passing the stick between your hands while walking towards him.

"O-Obviously Rin. That was incredible!" Rin's coloured cheeks glowed a brighter hue, loving your praise.

"Awe how sweet of you gorgeous!"

Rin's nicknames were affecting you slowly, feeling your own cheeks glow a light pink.

"Yeah yeah yeah, now let's do this."

You felt more confident now, ready to put everything you got into the training. Rin saw the instant change in your face, and detected your new found confidence. He couldn't stop himself from smiling, even though he tried to be serious. He was beyond excited to see you happy and confident. He felt his fans speed up as he prepared himself as well.

"You're on sweetheart."

Oh how gorgeous and elegant you looked while you two spared. You too have been for a couple hours. Rin was surprised you didn't get tuckered out less far. He admired you for your cunningness, even though sometimes you gave up easily. That's just human nature, even though you were doing so well with the training. You really were too hard on yourself, and he tried to remind you anytime you doubted yourself.

Rin absolutely was head over heals over you, but he was pretty good at hiding it. He was afraid of many things. Rejection, how things would go with the public, especially if you ever saw him without his face. He wanted to protect you, even if it prevented him from telling you how he truly felt. Most of the time he couldn't protect you because of how busy he and the rest of 1010 were, and that's why he was training you to defend yourself.

And you were indeed getting better, and he was so proud.

His metallic heart beat faster as you two got more faster with movements and attacks. It was like you two were doing a waltz, until finally. Rin knocked the stick out of your hands, landing it behind you, leaving you shocked from the sudden impact. Rin's face told you everything you needed to know with his slick confident smirk, showing his pearly whites for teeth. His confidence was up the roof.

Rin pretended to yawn, dropping the stick. Rin decided to wear a suit for the occasion to show you how slick he was when it came to combat. With gloves and all. He started pulling down his tie, walking towards you while leaning down toward your face. You felt his hot breathe on your lips, feeling yourself shiver, and that you thought he look dapper but extremely sexy in that stupid suit of his.

"Nice going baby, but you gotta do more then that to catch little old me. Maybe next time." Rin dragged his gloved hand across your chin, tilting your head slightly. "But for now, I think you deserve a little treat for your efforts." He pushed his soft silicone lips against your cheek, leaving you in shock.

Yes he's done this before to tease you, but deep down you felt like this meant something more. But you weren't quite sure if it was just your heart and mind thinking different things at that moment.

The kiss didn't last long, Rin pulled away, but not by very far. He could feel the heat from your cheeks radiating onto his. He thought you looked absolutely precious.

"Awe how cute. Glad you enjoyed my little treat." Rin adjusted your head to look straight at him, nuzzling his nose against yours before walking towards the exit of the arena, hands folded behind his back. "Maybe when I start seeing more progress, just maybe I'll let you have more of me."

"Wait what-"

"See you at dinner Y/N!"

Rin somehow switched to acting innocent like nothing happened before passing the door, leaving you completely embarrassed and confused.

He's just acting like his usual self. You thought while getting the two training sticks and put them in their proper place. With the thought in mind about what just happened, you still felt the tingling feeling of Rin's lips on your cheek. You felt a shiver go down your spine. The kiss was so so soft and gentle. Like a feather in the breeze. It probably meant nothing, I'm sure.

As you start heading towards the exit of the arena yourself, your mind began to ponder if Rin actually had feelings for you. You weren't gonna worry about it too much, knowing how Rin was. Besides, why would a top super star of NSR love a normal citizen of Vinyl City in the first place?

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Being Neon J's daughter :

He and his wife always wanted to start a family, but his obligations in the army make it difficult.

When he was called for the border war, he asked the hospital to conserve some samples of his genetic material, so their dream can become true if something happened to him.

The war was unforgivable and murderous, but the thought of finally coming home to his dear wife, settle down and having children kept his spirit up.

After his warship was bombarded, he lost his crew and most of his body. He miraculously survived, but the majority of his body must have been replaced by robotic parts.

When he came back, his wife was crying of relief and pain. Seeing her husband in this state, but alive, put her emotions into a roller-coaster.

After his comeback, they decided to have a child.

The pregnancy goes well, they learnt that they'll be the parents of an adorable daughter. Everything was so perfect. If only it would last forever.

But fate had other plans.

His wife didn't survive the birth, leaving you and your father.

Neon J was devastated, why life must be so cruel. Giving him great joy then pulling him into misery.

But he must be strong. It only you two now, he must be strong for you, to protect you, to make sure his dear wife rest in peace, knowing both of you live in happiness.

It's a this moment he created the first models of 1010.

His passion always was music and dance. So, now that his military carrier is behind him, he'll become the next star of Vinyl City.

You were there when he taught the first models how to dance and sing. It wasn't very good. But your 3 years old self found it funny and loved to clap her hand in rhythm.

The second version of the 1010 was more human like and a little less army lookalike. They were better, but still not very popular because of their looks. And the five of them look perfectly the same, so people didn't really see the point of a band make of only one people multiplied.

The idea of making them in different colors went from you. You sticked stickers on them, with an unique color for each of them. It helped you to remember who was who. You father found the idea brilliant.

And so were made the third generation of 1010. You big brothers.

You loved them, and they loved you. Neon J was so proud of his little family. He hoped his dear wife could see that from where she is.

You takes part of 1010 training routine. You love dancing and your father is an excellent teacher.

You go to Vinyl City Elementary School, but your dream is to go to the military school. The only problem is that your father is formally against it. He refuses that you get enrolled in the army.

It really upset you, but you will prove to your father that you are strong enough to become at great general, like him.

If only you know he refuse because he's scared of what could happen to you. He doesn't want you to go though what he did.

He's kind of protective, sometimes too much.

Your brothers have a protocol named "Y/n's protection" coded deep inside them.

When Neon J isn't here to give them orders, you are the one who gives them orders.

They are not obligated to listen to them, but you're so cute when you act like that. And you never disrespect them, you they play along.

Since your brothers have a sailor uniform, you asked your dad one too.

How can he resist those puppy eyes when you asked him so sweetly "Can I have my own uniform too dad, please."

Now, you look like your brothers!

But you refused to wear the hat. You find it ridiculous.

Your dad works a lot, to the point of exhaustion. So when you saw him sleeping against his desk, you stole his coat and his captain hat and decided to supervised the concert for him.

You are 9 years old. You can do that. And your brothers agree with you. Your dad really need to rest.

You're not afraid of those rock revolutionaries. Let them come, they will see what 1010 is made of.

They will pay for what they have done to your friends' family. And for making Lady Tatiana angry.

They better have come with their tactical thermals goggles, because-

YOU'RE GONNA BRING THE HEAT!

[nostraightheadcanons]

☆ Summer Mornings Rin | White 1010 X Reader ☆

Laying in bed with them he could want nothing more. The sun is peeking out the curtains, birds chirping, it was a lazy kind of morning with the two of the lover's bodies interlocked. His hands snake through their messy locks as he holds their sleeping form close. Twirling locks around his fingers as he plants a small kiss on their forehead. Sleepy kisses being peppered around their face as he leans into the crook of their neck "Wake up, my love~" The gentle hum of his voice vibrates ever so slightly near their ear. 

He can't help but chuckle as they whine a bit shuffling as the morning sun hits their sleepy eyes. He finds them simply adorable, the warmth of the sun on his back. The fuzziness that bubbles in his chest as he looks down upon their dreamy face. A small smile curls upon his lips as he lets out a content sigh. He wishes the small moments like these could last forever. Just him and Y/N, tangled in a lovers embrace. Nothing in this world mattered other than this moment. His hands travel down their back as he breaks the space between them both, laying their head on his chest so they could hear the rhythmic beat of his metallic core . Fingertips dancing down their exposed skin, exploring each and every inch of them. 

They were simply stunning. His one and only beauty. It felt like a dream to wake up to them each morning. A dream he never wishes to end. "We can't sleep the day away, you know~" He'd tease them with a grin. "But I'll make an exception just this once" Rin isn't opposed to staying in bed, cuddling them all day. Their touch was simply intoxicating. He couldn't get enough. 

Their love, Their kisses. Their everything meant the world to him. They were all he needed. 

"Oh? An exception, what would it be this time hmm?" Y/N perked up slightly looking up at him curiously, slightly amused as to what excuse he’d pull out this time just to cuddle with them a little longer. So called leader of 1010, right? Completely hooked on their love where nothing else in the world would matter when they were by his side. Rin would mumble once more before closing his eyes nuzzling into their hair, his words barely intelligible. “What was that?” Y/N teased slightly causing Rin to groan, as much of an ideal boyfriend he was he couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed pouring out his heart to someone so truthfully. He had only ever used the recycled roulette of pickup lines stored in his database when it came to charming fans. But speaking so truthfully and honestly from the heart? Such an experience was new to him, genuine love and affection was always so foreign for a superstar  such as himself. Tailor made to be the ideal man, the perfect boyfriend fans adored him and his smooth moves. But it was Y/N who saw past the facade, they didn’t want perfect or ideal. They just wanted him and his authentic self. A rarity in this world he has come to live in but he would never trade such a gem for anything. “I guess what I’m saying is I, I really love you...” He breathed out slowly, his cheek plates dusting a light pink tinge just showing how flustered he really was becoming. He could never fathom how those three words were so hard to say, but now he truly understood. Out of all the odds they managed to capture his heart and he couldn’t be happier. He’d offer them the world if he could but for now his heart will do and all he’d ask in return is to be by their side. His one and only love. ☆ A small mini x reader because it’s self indulgent hours ☆

[twotapbuz]

The leader and a body guard(Rin x reader)

(Sorry this took so long, school sucked all of my motivation away. You can find the rest of the series here: Eloni )

warning: violence, slight angst with a happy ending

Sometime after the rock revolution, Neon J decided to leave for a 3-week vacation

This meant that you and your coworkers would need to report to Rin

The first couple of days were difficult because Rin didn’t seem to care about the reports and would flirt with whoever was giving him the report

It wasn’t till week two that things began to spiral

1010 had been in the middle of a performance when a fight broke out in the crowd

You jumped out of where you were standing to help control the crowd

You assessed the damage after everything calmed down

The venue + stage was partially destroyed, Purl-Hew lost his glasses and an eye, Haym lost an arm, Zimelu and Eloni’s faces were cracked, and Rin was missing

Rin was missing

This was bad news as the factory still hadn’t been repaired yet which meant that he couldn’t be brought back until Neon J came back

And if Neon J found out that you lost a member of 1010, you and your co-workers would be fired

So your group split into two parts, one half would take Zimelu, Haym, Purl- Hew, and Eloni back to Barraca Mansion while the other half would search for Rin

You were placed into the latter

It had been nearly an hour since Rin was discovered missing and there still was no sign of him. You were definitely going to get fired. While the concert was in Cast Tech, you along with several others were sent to search Metro Division in case he simply went back to Baraca Mansion without telling anyone. You were about to head back when you heard the sound of crashing metal. 

“Hello, is anyone there?” You didn’t mean to say anything, but you were caught off guard. Against your better judgment, you began to walk towards that alley. You were desperate to find him after all.

“Stay back! RETREAT!” shouted a panicked autotuned voice. It was Rin.

“Rin? Is that you? Are you ok?” you rushed down the alley to find Rin hiding next to a dumpster.

“Don’t look at me!” Rin was trying to cover the right side of his face with his arm.

“What? Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah! Do not worry about me, I’ll make it back fine,” Rin tried to stand up, still covering his face, but immediately fell back down because his leg was missing.

“Look… everyone’s worried about you and you won’t be able to make it back by yourself with that leg,” you gestured at Rin’s broken leg. Please let me help you, I know some shortcuts.” You offered your arm. Rin hesitantly lifted his hand for his face and grabbed your hand for support. The metal that covered the right side of her face was gone, revealing the damaged hardware underneath.

You involuntarily flinched, he may not have been human, but it was still pretty jarring to look at something that looked like a person who was missing part of their face. Rin also flinched, covering his missing face with both of his hands now.

“I’m so sorry about that”, you rubbed your neck, “I just… well I didn’t expect the injury to be that bad.”

“You aren’t going to scream, are you?

“What? No, I'm very sorry about that. Besides I’ve seen way worse” you joked, trying to release the tension. Rin hesitantly uncovered his face once again and grabbed your hand and pulled himself up. The two of you dodged the groups of people walking through Metro Divison.

As the two of you were walking through, you couldn’t help but wonder about Rin’s reaction when it suddenly hit you, 1010 got severely injured during the rock revolution. One of these injuries included all of them losing their faceplates. Their fans unsurprisingly freaked out which caused 1010 to explode due to some protocol Neon J must’ve implemented. Your heart sank when you realized Rin’s reaction wasn’t because he was worried about his image, but he was scared of you screaming and what would follow afterward.

——————

After that incident, Rin seemed to act differently towards you. He took you more seriously and listened to your reports

Even after Neón J came back, Rin still came to you for your reports

Probably just practice for when Neón j retires, you thought

As the weeks passed, the time spent on the casual chats you had increased to the point you’d forgot to give him the actual report several times

“And that’s how we got Quienne and Bebe.” Rin had just finished telling you the story of how they got their cats by Haym and Eloni smuggling them in through a box. This was one of many of the 'behind the scenes stories' that Rin had told you. While they didn’t act that much different when they weren’t on camera or in front of a crowd, it was nice to be trusted enough to hear about their personal lives.

“So what about you?”

“Hm?”

“Do you have any good stories? I don’t think it’s fair if I tell all of my secrets after all~.” Rin teased

“Well, I do have one. I was at a dance audition and waiting for my turn to perform and this dude that was performing was pretty much a circus act. He was doing all these frontflips and backflips and it was just crazy. Wish I had recorded it.”

“You used to be a performer? How come you stopped?” Rin curiously asked.

“Nah, I never made it past the first round of auditions. I didn't really mind since I only entered to support a friend.” You sipped on your coffee

“That’s a shame.” Rin paused for a moment. “You know I could always offer you lessons.”

 “that's really nice, but I’ll have to decline. No amount of practice can fix these two left feet.” You looked at the clock, realizing half an hour had passed. You quickly said your goodbye and left to avoid getting into trouble. Rin watched your back as he left, unsure why he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

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Rin was walking to his dressing room when he saw you walking alongside several other security staff. As rude as it sounded, Rin normally wouldn’t think twice about the people he worked with. Most staff would either quit from being harassed by crazy 1010 fans or get fired for secretly being 1010 fans who used the job to get access to 1010 content, or worse, 1010 themselves. Rin shuddered as memories of one of the many incidents came back. Rin could count on both of his hands the amount of current staff that has been working for over a year and you were one of them. Rin began to think about the early part of his career when he and his family would actively engage with the staff, talking about both of their personal lives and inviting them over to hang out in the mansion. He and his brothers stopped interacting with the staff after the high turnover started. What was the point of talking with them if they were going to quit and avoid 1010 like the plague or get fired and be avoided by 1010 like the plague. He was glad that he could talk to you. He also liked the sound of your voice and how your eyes sparkled brighter than the LEDs that lit up him and his brothers. Rin blushed at the last thoughts. The sound of your voice and the sparkle of your eyes? It’s not like he was in love with you or anything. He was technically your boss and your relationship was completely professional. Yeah, your interactions were one of his favorite parts of his day and your smile would always brighten his day, but even if he was in love with you(which he is not) there’s still the challenge of gaining the approval of his family and having to deal with his fan’s harassment. He couldn’t let you go through that. Though Rin couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to talk with you outside of work…even go on a couple dates… maybe he was in love afterall.

——————

You walked past Rin and smiled. Despite your attempts, you fell for Rin's charm just like his fans did and it took you no time to notice this. You knew you were never going to say anything, afterall, everyone knows the rule about not dating coworkers and Rin can choose practically anyone, why would he pick you?

——————

It was the first concert after the rock revolution

The fans were extra antsy due to the lack of content, so it was all hands on deck

You were positioned on the front of the stage

This concert was no different than the previous ones, 1010 were performing, a couple of their fans attempted to jump on the stage, and you could barely hear your own thoughts over the mix of music and cheering. Suddenly both of those stopped. You looked at the stage and so 1010 standing still in mid-performance. You were told about this situation during training: it was either a malfunction or a hacking. You prayed that it wasn’t the latter. 1010 suddenly began to move in sync, but it was different from their normal in sync movement. You saw two fans get tackled to the ground as a red saw blade passed them at what would’ve been chest height. Your radio buzzed loudly as you were given your new orders:

“Get everyone out of there.”

It was chaos as you rushed around to get everyone out of the venue. Those with superhuman abilities(pyrokinesis, levitation, etc) stayed behind to prevent 1010 from leaving the venue. Despite not having any abilities, you stayed behind too. You were running around in the back looking for anyone who still might be there when the rubble from an explosion behind you knocked you to the ground. You quickly got up and saw Rin towering over Neon J. Without thinking, you quickly grabbed a nearby pipe that came from the newly busted wall and smashed it over Rin’s head. This managed to stop his attack, but it also brought his attention to you. He suddenly ran towards you, grabbed you, and threw you against the wall. Your consciousness began to fade in and out as your head collided with the wall. You saw Rin approaching you, then darkness, Rin raising his arm to strike, darkness again, Rin being pulled away by Neón J, darkness again, the inside of an ambulance, and then nothing.

——————

You woke up in a hospital room. Your eyes scanned the room: on your right was a monitor accompanied by an IV drip. On your left was a small table with flowers, a get-well balloon, a couple cards, and a Rin with a worried face sitting on one of the chairs of the room. Rin noticed you were awake and quickly rushed before stopping unsure of what to do.

“Y/N” Rin said, unsure of what to do or say

“Rin”

“Y/N… I’m so sorry about what happened- I didn’t want to-I couldn’t stop- if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you-” Rin began to stutter out of guilt. He kept making sentences but giving up on them and starting new ones.

“Rin, please” Rin paused and looked at you. “It’s not your fault, I know you would never do this” the two of you sat in silence for what felt like an eternity before you continued, “You know... if the offers still up… I’d be happy to accept those dance lessons when I get discharged." Rin began to smile

“Yeah, the offers still up”

——————

Neon J walked through the hospital’s halls. For the past two weeks, he had been personally escorting Rin to your hospital room. He knew Rin felt responsible for your injuries so he didn’t object to this despite the possible security risks(he couldn't keep his boys locked up). He had heard from Rin that you had woken up and he was glad that you were ok, but he had to cut your visitor time short due to an interview that all 1010 members must be present for. He walked into your room to find the two of you sleeping with Rin’s head on your lap. 

“It’ll be fine if Rin misses one interview.” Neon J thought as he closed the door. He also began to wonder how long it will be before Rin introduces you officially to the family.

[swampythesweetsketch]

Eloni: I have seen Rin walk into a wall three times.

S/O: How did he-???

Eloni: You walked in the room and he forgot to stop.

[nsr-scrapped-records]

White 1010: *seductively lays across table*

Y/N:

White 1010: Hey se- *table breaks*

[slimyficgirl]

AYY!! Any Rin x Reader HCs?

YOU GOT IT NONNY 

•Rin is the most stereotypical boyfriend of 1010. He’ll get you your favorite flowers, do the yawn and lean, and decorate the room with flower petals and candles when he wants to be ~intimate~.

•He’s also the most confident of his brothers. You’re his and he knows it, and he doesn’t feel threatened when you talk to other guys. You accepted him as your s/o and that’s that. Still, if he sees someone making you uncomfortable, he’ll wrap an arm around you as a friendly reminder to the offender that you’re his.

•When Rin says he’s the ideal boyfriend, he means it. He waits on you hand and foot and just spoils you with affection and love. Wanna cuddle? He’s on it. Need to vent? He’s there to listen to you and get your favorite snacks.

•Rin’s favorite type of kiss is dramatic. He likes to dip you low and kiss you.

[smittenroses]

7 minutes in musical heaven - Rin || White 1010

Rin’s face seemed to sour at the sudden intrusion of his brother’s hand into your view, but before you could even have the chance to even demand for your pencil back, Rin had already snatched you up and started carrying you away from the group.

“Rin!” You could hear the rest of the robotic group called, mixed in with a chorus of ‘not fair’s and ‘that’s cheating’s, though as you looked up at the white haired robot, his face was surprisingly flat for once, almost like how he was when you had first met him years ago. “I started this game because I wanted to play with you…” You could hear the robotic grumblings under his electronic breath.

No, there was no way he could be- was the charismatic, leader and most beloved out of the group of his brothers, jealous? There had to be no way, pressing your lips into a thin line as you realised that yes, the white 1010, the Rin, the sexiest 1010, was jealous. This had to be too good to be true, no, there was no way in all the seven seas.

“Rin, are you jealous?” And for once, the robot paused in his tracks, his usually white glow growing pink as he stared ahead.

“Maybe.” Now wasn’t that cute? Taking the chance while he was frozen in place, you were able to swing yourself back down to the ground, your shoes landing first before you looked back up towards the robot.

“Listen, if you wanted to ask me out on a date, all you had to do was ask.” You gave a light smile, pulling one of your many business cards out from your pocket as you pressed it into the robot’s hand.

“You have a phone, just let me know when and where and I’ll show up for a date.”

And that’s how you figured out how easy it was to accidently break down a 1010.

[desired-fantasy-writings]

(White) Rin Masterlist

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Headcanons

[Fluff] Rin's reaction to receiving flowers from his S/O

Fanfics

[Extra Fluffy] Rin x Female Reader - Cuddly Baby [Fluff] Rin x Female Reader - Combat Training [Fluff, also a lot of teasing] Rin x Female Reader - Tease (Request) [Angst/Fluff] Rin x Reader - The Truth [Some sexual tension, some fluff] Rin x Female Reader - Tired? (Working on it!) [Slow burn, Loving Smut] - Rin X (Gender Neutral) (AFAB) Reader - Anniversary (Working on it!) [Smut] Rin X Reader - Beach Day  (Working on it!) [Smut] Rin x Female Reader - Attitude (Working on it!) [Smut] Rin x Female Reader - Secrets Pt 1 - Pt 2

[slimyficgirl]

The ideal boyfriend part 2 ((RinxReader))

When your eyes cracked open, you were in a bedroom that most definitely was not yours. The bed was big and soft, the room was nicely decorated, TOO nicely decorated, and glowing white eyes were staring at you from a dark corner. You opened your mouth to screech, but your voice caught in your throat when Rin stepped forward with a smile. “Good morning, sleeping beauty..how do you feel?”

Sore, tired, confused, and a little scared? Yet all of that was somehow..muffled. You knew why. It was a side affect of the hyperventilating anxiety attack at the concert. You were oversensitive to everything right now so your body was trying to numb itself. It was only half working. Which was somehow worse.

“...N-Not great. Not great.” Your mouth felt incredibly dry and you licked your lips. Rin was at your side in two short steps and was picking up the water pitcher on the bedside table and pouring you a glass. “Here. From what I read, you need to stay hydrated after everything that happened. We went through your phone and contacted your mother, I hope that’s alright. She’ll be here to pick you up in the morning.” He handed you the water, which you tried to drink but your hands shook too much. Rin hesitated before reaching out and gingerly placing his massive hands over yours, steadying the glass for you as you finally managed to drink the water. “I’m...Rin. Your mother told us what’s been happening and...I’m sorry your concert was ruined.” He sounded so sincere, probably because he was. Your mom had told him how excited you’d been for their concert and..

That absolute monster ruined it for you.

And now here you were, sitting in one of the guest beds of his home, looking so exhausted and scared. Rin...really wanted to protect you. The big robot heartthrob hesitated before sitting on the edge of the bed. Even sitting down, he towered over you as he held out a hand. “Is...there anything I can do? Is there anything you need?”

Without thinking you flung your arms around him, your face in his stomach. Later, you’d probably be horrified at your own actions, but right now you just needed to be help. Rin felt..oddly soft for a robot. He wrapped his arms around you silently, determined to stay this way as long as you needed. This was in no way, shape, or form the ideal way you two could have met, but he was now set on taking care of you, and being the ideal boyfriend that you needed, if you wanted him to.

[trashysimpaa]

Omg this is amazing pls I need to know ur headcanons for 1010

|| ♡ You're suffocating, Darling

Image edits by me, edited from in-game screenshots.

Characters: Rin / White 1010 (referred to without name), "You" Summary: After worrying over what he'll do without you for far too long, he decided to take matters into his own hands and confront his recent... malfunctions around you. He gets desperate, nothing gets solved <3 Word Count: ~1.4k

Happy I finally got around to writing something like this again! I fell into a major writers' block for a while, so apologies for this being a little messier than some of my older writing :)

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There is metal, and it presses into your soft, soft flesh.

It is hard.

It is cold, warmth allowed only by the distant radiance from his chest.

There is metal, and it has every capability to crush you beneath it, rendering your body nothing more than a wind-up toy meant to be discarded. Only, yours will no longer be able to move.

There is metal, and it is very, very gentle with the way that it holds your form. It hasn't squeezed quite yet. But it is there; it is solid, it is sturdy, it is several hundred pounds of steel and wire and if you dared to try and push any part of you up against it, test its limits, one thing becomes glaringly clear:

It is solid.

It will not move.

He has you, and you will stay there for as long as he wills it so.

You are trapped.

Silicon hardly graces your cheek as his head lowers, first part of his jaw gracing your forehead, then the panel of his cheek doing the same. Nuzzling into the side of your face. Trickles of warmth radiated from the glass, dancing along your skin and threatening to seep into your very bones, infecting you with what was once him. Judging by the sheer amount of light radiating from them, too: he's happy. Very, very happy.

Can you say the same?

"You are an an-om-a-ly," he started, voice tittering slightly, "to the degree that I don't even know what to do with myself."

Metal tightened around you even further, pressing into you deeper, gracing your flesh. That would be the fault of his arms snaked around your abdomen and folded beneath your back pressing your body between them and the plating of his chest against your bone. One of which is bound to give if enough pressure is exerted. Your chest can hardly rise high enough to take in a full breath. It is tense, but it does not hurt you.

Not yet, at least, but it is on the border of which.

… Would he care if it did?

Of course he would.

Of course, he would.

He'd jump at the slightest protest. Metal would immediately retract, snaking from beneath you, letting you go at once so that white can scan your body beneath him. White would pour over every surface, regardless of where you mention that the pain blossomed; it is, in his mind, entirely possible that he hurt you worse than you are willing to admit, or that you have noticed. This is a simple routine for the smallest scrape, or scratch, or papercut, even. He carefully takes your hands in his own, eyes skimming every finger before tracing the lines in your palms. They trailed every inch of every joint on every limb until he knows for a fact that you are okay. And if you are not, then this is a perfect process to determine what he should do to make that true. Every time, without fail. And that same routine would apply here.

That is what you're sure of, at least.

"All I know is that I need you to touch me. Please, baby," a whisper uttered beneath an offer; a plead offered between batted breaths; a prayer breathed out before the one the adherent may call their item of worship, "touch me."

His form moves from yours; however, only enough to free one arm. Silicone traces your sides until it happens upon your hand, fingers curling around yours gently. Teasing your will to comply with whatever fantasy of his this may be, and compliance you had. No matter how sensible it may be, your hand did move. It traced the axel at his hip. It traced its way along the divots in his torso. It traced the collar of his uniform. It traced his sternum to his neck, neck to his cheek. The distant whirring of his chest whirred to life with renewed vigor. Light danced throughout every LED surface he had. Light even danced behind his eyes, a hardly audible whir sounding as his brows raised and pupils dilated ever so slightly. If he could be drunk off of delight, he would be.

In a stray desire to run your hands through his hair, fingertips moved from cheek to the back of his head. And the moment you made contact, his head jerked. The sections of his torso shifted, grinding as they passed over one another. And his entire body lulled.

When his body lulled, it lulled into yours and for a few moments you become perfectly aware of the sheer weight his form can truly posses. He is solid and he is metal and he is heavy. The tension builds within you, bone digging deeper and deeper into your inner workings in a desperate attempt to keep them safe (in a way near laughable, the sensation is similar to that of what the machine himself swears to do for you in relation to what he is doing now. If you could laugh, you would.) Your lungs burn with the effort to take in even a morsel of air that his weight had now pressed out of you, hands grasping at any surface around you. The fingers once laced in his hair took root at his scalp, and in any attempt at making him notice what he's done, pulled. If his neck were not so dense the force may have pulled his head, too.

Perhaps able to feel the arch formed in your back, any room to allow ribs to press up to fight for air, he froze. His shoulder jerked up. His chest rose, finally releasing you. His eyes blink open, one delayed by an entire half-beat, taking one—two—three tries to sync up properly. White flooded you in a way you could almost miss, yet momentarily so. A mixture of concern, of worry, of fear, shot across his features in a mess of emotion in that same moment. "I'm sorry," came mutterings in a voice quiet and devoid of any of the charm he was so known for. A voice choppy and mechanical in sound, yet quiet. Darting white travelled the body beneath him until that white turned to static. The display jittered before cutting out entirely, his head mimicking this by jutting, only to flicker back to life with irises dyed a vibrant bloodied red.

X's. Disapproval. Failure.

Unacceptable.

They scoured you again, regardless of whatever protests (if any at all) may have left your tongue. They trace your skin, every part visible. They traced your veins. They traced every inch of every joint of every limb. Yet somehow, this is wrong. All of this is wrong. The red that tainted his irises tainted his features as well: concern to distant distress, worry to distant panic, fear to distant terror. The damning hue of disappointment. Heat began to build, and build, and build in the winding cavities in his torso. And in time, he moved. His body shifted down your form, only far enough for silicone to travel from your forehead to your cheek; cheek to your neck; neck to your sternum. Every movement was reduced to something uncharacteristically inhumane. Lips that would never know true warmth graced the surfaces of your chest that fought for air as heat grew and grew at your waist. In between each kiss: "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

His head raised, red locking onto you, and only you. The only thing in his sights. "I don't know what's happening to me. I don't know if you're doing this to me. I found that I am struggling to process this, let alone attempting to explain it to anyone outside myself," he said, chuckling bitterly. The forced, whining, dry sound of gears grating in the absence of touch.

"The only thing clear is that I need you. It's a command echoing inside my mind, repeating over and over inside me like I'm being marched to my death if I don't obey. I need—" he gasps here as if there any need for breath in a way almost human—"you, baby. Let me be the only one to protect you. I'll do everything for you. Everything," an ode to desperation sighed into the fabric of your shirt.

This is what… love is, isn't it?

This is what he's been missing, isn't it?

This sense of sheer and total release onto someone who you are wholly devoted to.

He truly, truly loves you.