Uzi x N Oneshots

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all three of you had rlly similar reqs like them getting married, so i mashed them together! enchantedocelot XxraspberryrubixxX ur welcome!!!

*editing madi: for context three ppl reqd rlly similar things, the thirds person 's req will be in pt.2*

<Uzi's POV>

Everything was going to be perfect.

That's what she told herself over and over again to try and calm herself, but she couldn't help but be worried. Would he say no?

"Bitch!" V had exclaimed when she asked her that question. "That man is whipped for you. If you think he'd say no, you're stupid."

"Don't call me a bitch on my wedding day," she had retorted. "Bitch."

She sat in the chair as her best friend and maid of honor did her hair. V had given her hair slightly more curls but let her keep a black and yellow beanie, because "it's the 'Uzi aesthetic with a little bit of N."

Her dress was beautiful, too. White, just like tradition, but it had some flowers painted a pale yellow embroidered into it along with some translucent yellow pieces of flowy fabric that trailed behind her along with two slits in the back. Uzi loved it, and she hoped that N would too.

Uzi sighed, staring at her reflection in the mirror. I hope things turn out how they were meant to be.

<N's POV>

"AAHHH!!!"

N frantically ran around the room, trying to calm himself down. His nerves were building up too fast-far too fast.

"Calm, calm, calm down, N," he talked to himself. "Calm down. Everything is fine. Everything will be fine."

"You and Uzi are way too similar," said a voice in the doorway.

He turned, seeing Thad, the best man, and V the maid of honor. V crossed her arms, rolling her eyes at the panicking drone.

"You're literally her but way worse. She's panicking too, but not this bad."

"Be quiet," he muttered, trying to slow down his pacing.

"Dude," Thad said, "you two are whipped for each other. She's saying yes."

V walked over and slapped his hand. "Stop doing that! You're going to put wrinkles in your suit!"

N's outfit was a black suit with a dark purple shirt on the inside. The tops were slit in the back, flowers colored a brilliant purple stitched into the fabric. They wrapped around his torso like a vine and trailed down the outside of his right leg. He just realized that he was squeezing the fabric a little too tight, causing small wrinkles to form.

V moved over and smoothed out the fabric, getting rid of the wrinkles. She furrowed her brows on the visor. "You idiot," she muttered. "Stop doing that."

"Fine."

Thad patted his shoulder. "Go on outside," he said. "You need to see her. She's stunning."

"You're one lucky man," V added.

Wringing his hands together, they allowed him to get up and walk to the altar, where the wedding was to start.

Ohmyrobogodohmyrobogodohmyrobogod.

The music began to play, soft beats filling the hall that was crowded with drones. This was the wedding of Mr. Doorman's daughter-of course people would be here.