#delivery driver reader

"you all roommates?" You ask, handing Gaz the bag of food. You told yourself you wouldn't linger but damn if you weren't curious, and damn if Gaz wasn't gorgeous.

"something like that"

he smiled, leaning against the door in a way that made your stomach flutter. You're too busy fumbling with your phone to complete your order to notice him glancing behind you to check in on Soap's progress as he places the tracker on your car.

"you have a lot of orders?"

You can't help but sigh at the question. Judging by how slow it's been lately it's clear you're not the only one struggling financially. The look of concern in Gaz's eyes makes you falter

"It's been alright" it feels dumb to lie now after he clearly already knows the answer, but you can't bring yourself to burden him with your problems. You awkwardly clear your throat, glancing away ,

"Um, anyways, I'll get out of here, guess I'll see you next time you order food"

The awkward laugh you give does nothing to cover the cringe you feel at your clumsy words, but he gives you a warm smile anyway, one that makes you feel hot under the collar all over again

Delivery Driver Reader who delivers goods to Yan Crime Boss, blissfully unaware that the pizza boxes they're handing off are filled with a different kind of dough than they're used to. Crime Boss enjoys how oblivious and upbeat they are towards everything going on around them. When they get word of their favorite delivery person arriving at the door they drop everything just to uphold their facade as an honest business person and chat them up.

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Yan Crime Boss, in the middle of an interrogation and cutting off their victim's ring finger: Still got a whole nother set of fingers. You better start talking if you want our doc to stitch this back on for you

[A voice picks up from their intercom] "Hey, boss? That driver you have a crush on is heading up to your office. Forgot you were in the middle of a meeting."

Yan Crime Boss: Shit [Shoves the victim's fingers down their throat before throwing them beneath their desk and cleaning the blood off their desk, using the few seconds before delivery reader walks in the door to fix their suit]

Delivery Driver Reader, bursting through the door: Hey, Bossman! How ya doing today?

Yan Crime Boss, kicking the squirming body beneath their desk: Fantastic! How about you?

Delivery Driver Reader: Ah, can't complain. Think someone's been tailing me for the past week, but I'm probably just working too hard.

Yan Crime Boss: I'm sure you are. Say, why don't I wrap up what I'm doing and take you out to dinner?

Delivery Driver Reader: but didn't you order pizza?

[Crime Boss raises from their chair and takes the boxes from them - throwing them all out the window.]

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"Aw, is Y/n not with you today?" What a bummer, wanted to see you two together one last time before they left you."

Miller chokes on a mouth full of beer as the message is read aloud; covering their mouth with their hand to mask the amusement they felt at the donor's audacity. Bold little fucker - they'd give them that.

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[You creep to a front door, trying to nab a tip taped to it before another can notice]

A neighbor: Hey you work at the pizza place around the corner right? What are your deals?

You: You fool! [Sprints to the car as the door opens]

"You guys are gonna love them, I promise, but if you love them as much as me - I'll fuckin kill ya, got it?"

You ease back against your chair. Not even an hour ago you were a delivery driver dropping off a package to the next shut in, and now here you were as said shut in's supposed life partner who they had apparently been boosting about for months. Fuck it- not like the job paid well anyway.

You take off your hat and toss it off-screen, giving their cheek an experimental peck. "Looking forward to it. Please take a care of me."

Miller drops the controller they planned to hand you with a star-crossed look in their eye and a mutter on their lips. Fuck, I knew you were the one. I always, always knew from the second I saw you.

Here are a few~

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Creep Idol Reader: Thank you all for coming to our first live show! Don't forget to donate a pint of blood after the show for a chance to spend an entire afternoon with your favorite idol!

Concerned fans: "Is this really safe?" "I like their music, but something about this feels suspicious"]

[Yan fans proceed to go into a frenzy after the show - tripping over gates and each other to donate their blood, a few leaving ambulances from how much they give. One manages to get past security and offer it to you directly. You give them a shirt as thanks]

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[Delivery Reader returns from a delivery wearing a wedding ring and veil, and a pedant around their neck]

Coworker, sprinting up to them: Y/n, are you okay???

You: Yeah, the customers just invited me in for a minute... Is there something I should be worried about?

Coworker, keeping their voice low: I'm not supposed to tell you this, but everyone who's went to that address has gone missing. How did you even make it out of there?

You: So, crazy story - that may not have been a costume party like I originally thought and I'm now married to like eight ghosts

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[Gremlin Demon Reader gets into a argument with a random mortal]

Demon Reader: Yeah, whatcha gonna now do, bitch? If you're gonna hit me better knock me down in one punch or else-

Rando, grabbing them by the collar: Or else what

You start bawling your eyes out, blood pouring from your mouth from a self inflicted bite: Ahhhh, please don't hurt me.. I'm just a little imp. It's not like I have a horde of angels watching my every step and are willing to smite whoever makes me cry

[That very horde of fictitious angels appear behind the human in a sea of bright light]

Yan Angel 1: Hey... This one looks familiar. Isn't this your assigned human?

Eyes shift to the adjoining counter. The driver on wait deposits their assigned orders in their delivery bag; awaiting one last meal to round out the remaining space. Their work hat sits farther back on their head than usual, features illumined by the fade ceiling lights. The aroma of their body wash merges with the stench of tomato sauce and baked dough. Surrounded by the drowning gaze, they smile up at their co-worker without a single worry.