Uzi x N Oneshots

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<N's POV>

After what felt like millions of complaints, Uzi and N were working on the ventilation system due to the excessive number of attacks coming from there. The goals were to make the system less penetrable while increasing the volume of air circulation.

"N, you'd better be holding me up! I swear if you drop me..."

"I would never!"

N was currently in the position where he had to hold Uzi up by her ankles in order for her to reach the pipes. "Love, please hurry up. My arms are straining," he said.

"Please don't drop me..."

They've been dating for about 4 months, which was easy because they already trusted the other with their life.

"Uzi, I'm serious. My arms are starting to shake."

"Wait! Uh, ok, done."

Sighing in relief, N dropped Uzi. She shrieked, flailing around, but N swiftly caught her, bridal style.  He watched her relax, kissing her forehead. "So we're done, right?"

"Yeah, we're done," Uzi said, yawning. She glanced up at N, wrapping her arms around his neck as he walked her back to her room. She’s tired, should probably get her to bed.

As N helped her into bed, he cradled her gently, placing her head softly on the pillow and covering her with a blanket. His touch was warm and soothing against her body as he changed her clothes into comfortable pajamas. Before leaving, he gently kissed her cheek and closed the door, but was interrupted by the sound of Uzi's voice.

“N? Why can’t you stay?”

He turned and gave her a soft smile. “Biscuit, I have to finish the rest of the tasks, like sorting out the documents, reloading the database, fixing the walls, and more. I’ll do yours as well, don’t worry.”

After a brief pause, she blinked and gave a nod of approval. Suddenly, she spread out her arms, beckoning for a warm hug that brought a smile to N's face. He knelt down next to her, tenderly holding her close and stroking her cheek. As she settled into a peaceful slumber, he felt the gentle puffs of her breath. Giving her a sweet goodnight kiss on the forehead, he tiptoed away to finish up his work.

<Uzi’s POV>

She woke up to a phone call. A notification had appeared on her wristwatch, which labelled the contact as Lovebird N, which she smiled at. She got out of the covers and answered the call.

“Hey, N. What’s up?” she asked, her voice dripping with sleep.

“Sorry, did I wake you up? I didn’t mean to...”

“N, it’s fine. What’s up?”

“We need to check in with your father to show him the logs of what we have done, and you need to be there.”

“Can’t you tell him that you did my tasks...”

“Yeah, but he probably won’t believe me, being a disassembly drone and all...”

“Fine, fine, ok. I’m getting ready,” she yawned.

“I’ll be at your room in five minutes, I just have to get all these documents sorted out.”

“Okay.”

“Love you, Biscuit.”

“Love you too, Lovebird.”

She had to decide what to change into, as she couldn’t go to her father with messy bedhair and clothes. She decided on her typical “angsty teen” outfit, consisting of black skinny jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a leather jacket. Usually, she would have put on something more presentable to impress her father, but today she just didn't care.