Guzma X reader (female)

Working Woman

You wake up to the feeling of suns rays leaking through your blinds onto your face, checking the clock you notice you have about 3 hours before you have to start your first day. Wiping the sleep from your eyes you carefully slide out of bed as to not disturb the pokemon sleeping around you. However a creaky stair gives away the fact you're awake and one by one each pokemon wakes up excitedly and rushes over to hug you.

'Alright guys calm down' you laugh, continuing your way to the kitchen.

Feraligatr pitches in to help make breakfast for everyone. As they eat happily you finish your meal first and get dressed. Putting on a cute cap and light makeup you're ready to go and have about 45 minutes to spare.

'Perfect, alright who's ready to go to work?' A roar of excitement followed that question.

Chuckling, you put everyone away and head out. You hop on the bike your parents sent and start making your way to the docks.

Taking a few short-cuts through some wooded areas you make it to the docks in little to no time.

You look around and find a man dressed in a delivery boy uniform waving at you.

'Hey! You're the new recruit we got right? I'm Toby!' He happily smiled. 'We have a few packages today, newbies get first pick! Once you deliver them you can come back and help package up deliveries for tomorrow.'

Looking among the sea of address you notice a couple labelled with bright red warning stickers.

'Why are these labelled like a nuclear bomb?' You question.

'Uh you don't wanna deliver those, goin' straight to po town'. He said looking concerned.

'Oh I live right next door I don't mind delivering them' you say smiling.

'Ehh, well if you actually do deliver them I'll cover for you and you can take the rest of the day off, I hate delivering to those goons' Toby said nervously.

'Sure no problem Tobes! You can count on me' giving him a friendly smile you loaded up your bike basket with the packages of varying sizes.

Now that you had no where to be quick you decided to take your time heading back to Po town, stopping to grab a couple malasada for you and your Pokemon.

Before you knew it you were back at Po town. The huge gate was slightly ajar allowing for you to slip right in.

They might wanna close that, don't wanna let the riff raff in... or rather out in this case.

Each package had a separate name on it as well as different apartment number. First one labelled 'Grunt 4, first house on the left yo'. You questioned silently why the postal service left the yo at the end, but it wasn't your job to worry about it. First three packages delivered successfully and without issue, final package was the one Toby was most hesitant about, going to the big man himself.

Figuring it's probably best not to knock you let yourself into the mansion (I mean not like gang members really care about manners anyway). Making your way towards the staircase you found something was amiss. You stop and look around, trying to figure out what it could be. That's when you realise that the giant chandelier that once sat on the stairs was now gone and the boxes previously blocking your way were also absent.

Saves me having to parkour across roof tops like I'm in some weird ninja gameshow.

Atop the stairs was Guzma's room. Looking down at the package you knock on his door. A loud voice boomed from behind it.

'AYE YO WHO IS DISTURBING DA BOSS RIGHT NOW!'

'If you keep yelling at me like that I just won't deliver your package, you big airhead.' You sternly reply. 

I'm not one of his lackeys and I'm not about to be yelled at like one either.

'Oh shi-, I'm sorry lady bro I didn't know it was you. C'mon in' his tone quickly softened

As you open the door you see Guzma getting off his chair walking towards you rubbing his neck.

'Yeah I figured you'd tone back the 'tude when you realised it was me' you sarcastically stated as you handed him the parcel.

'Yeahhhh sorry 'bout that toots I just am used to these knuckle heads buggin' me 'bout nothin''

He sat down on his weirdly large bed and started tearing into the box like a child on Christmas. His face lit up when he pulled out the contents. It was, a plushie? Guzma held the stuffed wimpod tightly to his chest.

He looked back up at you slightly confused 'what have ya never ordered your favourite Pokémon plushie before?'

Slightly surprised by this scenario you stutter out 'I- I mean yeah I just didn't expect someone who acts like such a hardass to get giddy over a plushie'

'Please don't tell none of the grunt 'bout this. How will they ever take their big bad boss seriously if they find out he likes collecting stuffed animals?' He threw the box to the side and reached into his pocket.

'Aye golisopod come on and see what papa Guz got'

Golisopod looked about as excited as Guzma at the sight of the small wimpod stuffy. The sight of him and his favourite pokemon was enough to make you smile and you felt butterfrees welling up in your stomach.

(Y/n) stop it he's the bad guy!

'W-well it's about time I head out, heh got stuff to do ya know, I'm a busy woman' you say trying to excuse yourself.

Guzma looked shocked 'What no! You just got here! C'mon missy you gotta stay for dinner!'

'Uh, I mean who am I to say no?' You blurt out without thinking

Shit did I just agree to have a dinner date with the local crime boss??

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (A/n) AYE YO ITS YA GIRL
Long time no see, I saw that a bunch of people still read this story so I decided to update it, bout time right?

Thanks for the continuous support my dudes, really it's p cool. 💙