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Part 3 of 💜🩶VUzi🩶💜 , Part 15 of 🖤Murder Drones🩶
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2024-06-21
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Let Me Help You (I Hate Seeing You Hurt)

Summary:

V comes home upset, and Uzi helps her.

Notes:

I wrote this in less then thirty minutes while extremely tired. *cue Jigsaw voice* Guess who’s not sleeping tonight. This gal.

Here, some VUzi because I haven’t written the VUzi smut story yet and am heavily procrastinating.

TW: mention of non-consensual kissing and self-harm.

The rest of the kissing is consensual.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

  The door slams open and shut, and I stop my game. I can hear N in the headset, and I say, “Yeah, V just came home, but something seems wrong. I’m gonna go see if she’s okay.”

 

  “I’ll be here, Uzi,” he says. 

  I head to her room, and to my surprise, I hear her crying. It’s kinda muffled, but I recognize the sound. I knock on the door, and she screams, “GO AWAY!” 

  “V,” I say. “Can I come in?”

 

  “No! Leave me alone!” 

 

  I bite my tongue and debate if I should enter, but I hear another sound and make up my mind. I open her door, and she……

 

  V’s at her vanity, hair tied in a low ponytail, holding scissors up to the elastic, blood welling from cuts on her legs. I rush inside and grab the scissors, and she cries harder and shoves me. “Give ‘em back!”

 

  “V! What’s going on?!” I ask, keeping them away from her. 

  She closes her eyes and hugs herself, and I don’t know what to do. I’ve never seen her in this almost childish state, and I stay back. She rips at her ponytail and moves her hands to grab her head. Her teary golden eyes stare at me, and I shake my head. I pull her onto her bed and lie her head on my lap, and she hiccups. 

 

  “What happened?” I ask, much softer this time.  

 

  “S-some dickhead grabbed my hair and, and……” A new wave of tears hit her, and I lose her again. After a few seconds, she whispers, “He pinned me to a wall and tried to k-kiss…….” 

 

  “Oh, V,” I say, stroking her cheek. “I’m sorry that happened.” 

 

  “I need to get rid of it,” she mumbles, sitting upright. “I need to get rid of it.” 

 

  I gently grab her ponytail, and she allows me to look at it. A few strands have been cut, but it’s not enough to fully sever it. I glance at her, silently asking her something, and she nods after a few moments. She gets up and goes to her vanity, and I follow. 

 

  V stays still as I bring the scissors to the cut and continue it, and she exhales when I manage to cut it off. I let the ponytail fall to the floor, and she hiccups. “Want me to keep going? It’s pretty rough,” I say, and she smiles every so slightly. 

 

  I go to the bathroom, grab some clips and other things, and bring them back, and I pin some of her hair up. She plays with her fingers, and I work on cutting the thin layer I’ve left down, using the comb as a guide. It falls just shy of her chin when I’m done, and she gives me a thumbs-up. 

 

  “G-good job, Gremlin,” she murmurs. 

 

  “Don’t mention it, Angel.” 

 

  I let a layer down and repeat, bit by bit, layer by layer. She’s stopped crying, and her tears have dried when I’m done. I ruffle her hair, and she claps her hands and nods quickly. 

 

  “I love you.” I kiss her cheek, and she giggles. 

 

  “Thank you, Uzi,” she whispers. “It…..I……Thank you. It means so much to…….”

 

  “Don’t mention it,” I say. “I never mind helping you. Oh, crap.” 

 

  “What?” V’s expression crinkles, and she touches my hand. 

 

  “I was playing a game with N, and he’s probably still waiting for me. Wanna watch us die in a million gruesome ways?” I ask, kissing her again. 

  She smiles at me, I mess with her hair again and quickly patch her legs up, and we head back to my room. 

Notes:

I…..don’t know what inspired/possessed me to write this. Maybe my first ever MD story??

Whatever, I had fun writing this. Happy birthday to me, I guess.

Edit: I’ve been writing C3 for ‘Eternally Yours,’ but that fic is next to impossible to write for if it’s not the ungodly hours of 2-3AM. I promise, it’ll happen.