Murder Drones Oneshots (mostly Nuzi)

Tipsy Uzi (Nuzi)

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No this is not boozy Uzi you goddamn perverts. If you want that you'll have to ask for it.

Uzi didn't mean to get drunk, she really didn't, her father had left a bottle of diesel by the side in the kitchen and Uzi mistook it for her oil. Though it was kind of on her for continuing to chug it even after realising it wasn't her bottle.

Well, maybe she did kinda get drunk on purpose...but only kinda- and for a totally valid reason!

Jealously.

Specifically jealously over Rebecca having a 'not date' with N. Rebecca had told N that her friends were all going to the movies, and that she'd pay for N to come, but obviously she didn't want Uzi there.

N tried to decline at first, but Rebecca basically begged and guilt tripped N by implying she'd already paid. He still checked with Uzi first though, looking back it was almost like he was trying to avoid going.

"So...do you mind me hanging out with Rebecca and her friends?"

"Do what you want N..."

"If you'll be upset I won't go! I really don't mind!"

"Just go to the movies- it's a large group anyway"

Uzi groaned at the memory, she'd been angsty and kinda grumpy with N during that conversation, it was pretty clear now he was looking for a way out.

Still, he was probably loving it right now, all those hot cheerleaders giving him attention. Even the most innocent puppy eyed drone ever built would get tempted by a hoard of horny teenage girls.

Uzi knew N wasn't like that, but her drunk mind couldn't help but imagine Rebecca and N in the back of the cinema, curling up-

"FUCK!" Uzi screamed, slamming her head into her desk, deciding to give up on thinking for a while, at least until her head stopped shoving the idea of N's hot and kissable face at her. Perhaps a bit more alcohol might do the job of clearing her head...

While Uzi assumed N was having the time of his life, the opposite was true.

They hadn't even made it to the movie screen yet, the only reason N was humouring the (predominantly female) group was because Rebecca had paid for his ticket, and it felt rude to leave now he was here.

Silently, N was begging for someone to save him.

"Hey~ do you think this would suit me?" Ponytail Girl 3 asked, shoving a pair of short leggings in N's face. The intent was to make N blush, but all it did was make him shrug, drones were all pretty much flat down there anyway- unless they were V.

N was desperately trying to escape the situation without being rude when he felt his phone buzz, the group all clamoured for N to ignore it but he was glad for a distraction, especially since it was Uzi who texted him.

Uzi 🦇: so you thinkk, u can run of with cheerleaders!?

N 🐶: Uzi are you okay? You normally text better than this!

Uzi 🦇: Don't change the subject cuti3, good looks don'tt get u out of everything!!! 😡

N 🐶: Uzi...are you drunk?

Uzi 🦇: Drunk on you lmao 😩, im in withdrawal get over heeere (;

N wasn't sure what was up with Uzi, but he was pretty sure it was bad. Also was that last line meant to be a flirt? And why did she mention his appearance twice? Did she mean it? Whatever it wasn't important!

"Rebecca I'm sorry but I have to go- I think Uzi is in trouble" N claimed, genuinely worried about the state he might find Uzi in. She never made that many spelling mistakes.

Everyone begged for him to stay, but N was taking the chance to escape, plus Uzi mattered way more than the money Rebecca spent on him.

It didn't take long for N to reach the Doorman apartment, knocking on the door anxiously, afraid of what Uzi's texts meant- what was wrong with her and why did she attempt to be flirty?

A moment passed and N was getting worried, but thankfully Uzi opened the door, hair messy and clothes ruffled- but a large open grin displayed on her face. Her fangs were fully visible as she seemed to scan N up and down while guiding him in.

"Hey N~ Did the cheerleaders love you? Bet they did everyone does" Uzi croaked, voice a strange mixture of distant and playful, though the sent of alcohol gave a clue why.

Without a word N took Uzi's hand and dragged her to the apartment sofa, worried that she may have drank herself to the point of damage, N slowly unzipped Uzi's hoodie to cool her off. Surprisingly Uzi didn't resist him removing her clothes, but made a small 'weee' sound as her zip went down, N felt himself fluster.

That was...unusually adorable.

Uzi wore a short purple shirt under the hoodie, it didn't look like it could trap heat much so N left it alone, though he noticed Uzi seemed disappointed.

"N...can I have that bottle?" Uzi asked, arm flapping up and down in the general direction of a half empty diesel bottle, confirming what N was already 99% sure of.

Why would she get drunk?

Without a word N got up and tipped the entire remainder of the bottle down the kitchen sink, Uzi stared at him blankly, slightly confused why he was dumping away her new favourite beverage. She wasn't angry though, it would take an act of Satan to make Uzi sincerely mad at N.

Still silent, N scooped Uzi up in his arms, again ignoring the 'weee' sound. He carried Uzi to her bedroom and laid her down on her back, still checking for signs of overheating. "You aren't overheating but you should get something else in your system" N claimed, he knew there was no oil in the house, so slit his wrist and placed it above Uzi's mouth.

Uzi reluctantly nibbled N's arm, taking the small portion of oil into her mouth, it instantly cooled down her throat and made her mouth less sore.

"Mmm...N...did you have fun?" Uzi asked, sounding a little better, but still entranced. "Not really, the girls were scary and the boys seemed jealous" N explained, sitting on the edge of the bed beside Uzi's lying body.

The worker smiled "Heh...hottie".

N flushed, but decided not to say anything, it seemed Uzi became confident and a tease when drunk. Whether or not should meant it- she'd hate herself in the morning for letting all this out. "You should get some sleep Zi" N explained, petting Uzi's head as he did.

Uzi's face fell, and she genuinely seemed afraid "I...will you still be here? I don't want you to go- ever! So please stay, or come back! Please?" Her voice was cracking as she sat up slightly, gripping N's coat while tears formed in her visor.

N was shocked by this reaction, but chose to respond calmly, helping Uzi lay down again while continuing to stroke her head. "Khan will kill me if he spots us in here together" N said, sounding as gentle as possible. Uzi shook her head "He's gone for 3 days, please stay".

Though he wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do with Uzi in this state, N decided to lay down beside Uzi and grip her hand. "Whatever it takes for you to get some sleep Uzi" N decided, smiling at her.

Uzi smiled back and curled up on N's side, nuzzling her head in his chest and mumbling. She looked adorable, N could feel his core swell as he looked at her, seemed Uzi was more affectionate when drunk.

Wish she was this open when sober.

N sighed and wrapped himself around Uzi. He knew full well in the morning she'd kill him for this, but for now he could just enjoy having her close. Maybe next time they could go to the movies together instead...