˖᯽ ݁˖ postman [anhg] x reader

summary : as a farewell gesture, you grant postman his first kiss.

tags : no use of y/n , fluff , kissing scene , angst , no implication of reader's gender , sorry for the buns kissing scene idk how to write kissing scenes

a/n : ok gangalang i rlly dont know where i was going with this lmao i rlly need to make more masterlists like i dont even have an anhg masterlist yet also im rereading this and cringing so bad can u tell i have no idea how kissing works TvT

You couldn't believe it.

Couldn't believe him!

He really had to rat you out! You never would've thought that he'd snitch on you.

And now he had the audacity to come back and act like nothing even happened?

So, for the sake of being petty, you stubbornly crossed your arms and looked away instead of giving him your usual warm welcome.

You heard his voice waver a little, and from the corner of your eye you saw his smile wobble. You didn't see the point of the messages flashing across your eyes, telling you to remember and not to trust him. Of course you remembered! How could you forget? You'd had enough of his little games.

As he walked away, he clenched his fists. No, he was not having any more of this. How dare you act like he was in the wrong here? He spun around, venting about how lucky you were, about how much he hated every second of this. But then he started talking about how you were the one thing that made it all seem better. And now you wanted to leave? And take everything else he cares about with you? Not on his watch.

"And I am not letting you bring me down with you-" He was about to point at you, but his hand was held down by white glowing strings. Then the other hand. He gasped, struggling against them. "Wh-wha--wait--get off of me!"

A message flashed across your eyes, telling you to get to the truck. You knew that you probably should've, but... after hearing Postman's little rant, you felt a little guilty. He was right, you were being selfish. You didn't think about what might happen to him.

You were determined to make your last few seconds with him memorable, this may be the last time you see him. Time was not on your side, but you'd have to make it work.

You slowly trudged up to him. He held your gaze, still trying to fight against the strings holding him down, glaring at you. You cupped his face, and he felt that familiar rush of warm flood through his body. His attempts to ignore it and push it down were futile.

"Posty..." You sighed.

"Don't call me that!" He croaked back. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. Your chest tightened.

"Hey... listen to me..." You said softly. "I'm sorry, Posty. I really am. I didn't want to hurt you..."

"I know..." He muttered back, melancholic.

Your shoulders sagged as you pressed your lips together. You caressed his cheeks, wiping away any stray tears. You had to go soon. You had to get to the truck.

Your eyes dropped down to his lips. You gently leaned in a little closer, giving him plenty of time to stop you.

A million thoughts raced through your head, but before you could chicken out, you pressed your lips to his.

His lips fumbled against yours. He was trying to kiss back, but he didn't exactly have a lot of experience in this field.

You kissed him a little harder, a little deeper, your hands cupping his face and tilting it ever so slightly to get a better angle. He whimpered against your mouth, melting into it. You pulled away, chuckling as his lips chased after yours.

After pressing a final kiss to his forehead, you walked around him to run over to the truck. Postman snapped out of his daze, shouting after you and squirming against his restraints.

Hopping into the driver's seat, you took one last glance at him, all pretty in white strings, before forcing yourself to look away and starting the truck.

Hopefully, he could find happiness without you.

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˖᯽ ݁˖ postman [anhg] x reader

summary : postman falling in love with you

tags : no use of y/n , fluff , touchy feely mushy stuff , no implication of reader's gender , sleep deprivation , some of these quotes were taken from the game lol , i love postman hes so bbg , this is pretty long

a/n : i had this idea for so long i was just so busy i hate ixl i hate it i hate it i hate it and i also have a math quiz tomorrow why is school so buns like it fr needs to get gud lowk also FIRST ANHG FIC YIPPEE

It started when you put your hand on his shoulder.

The two of you were sitting on the roof of your house, watching the stars. You listened intently as he rambled about what it would be like to explore.

Gently, you placed your hand on his shoulder. "That must suck, Posty."

It was a fleeting touch. Friendly. Nothing more to it. But he tensed. Because for the first time ever... He felt warm.

It felt better than how he imagined it would, and when you pulled away, he immediately missed the sensation.

He found himself craving your touch more often. Noticing little things about you that no one else would care to remember. Your touches started to linger, the warmth clinging to him like a second skin.

He walked up the steps to your house, a grin already tugging at his lips without him even noticing. He knocked on your door, eagerly waiting for you to open it, shifting the package in his arms.

"Hey, Posty..." You croaked, rubbing at your eye lazily.

"Hey hey, day 2! I was just about to drop off your--uhm... are you okay?" His fingers twitched around the box, wanting to reach out but not wanting to overstep. He scanned your figure. You looked... exhausted. "You don't look so good... And your wake-up time was a pretty late too, at least... for me..." His voice drifted into a mumble as he tried to find a solution. "Uh... Okay, I know this is against my code, but how about I stay over? Just this once." Your lips parted, about to protest, not wanting to burden him. He quickly added, "I'd hate for the game to bug out for you, so don't worry!" before you could speak.

With a comforting smile, he teleported into your house, setting the package down before turning to you. At first, he was hesitant to touch you. Would you be comfortable with it? What if he crossed a line? Violated your space and boundaries? What if you stopped being his friend? What if he was reprimanded for getting too close? What if you got banned? What if he got deleted? What if--

"Thanks, Posty. I appreciate your company."

"I-It's no problem!" He tried to sound smooth, but his voice was embarrassingly high pitched (even more so than usual). You didn't even have to touch him and he was already feeling warmth, this time pooling in his cheeks. His smile wobbled into something more bashful. "You lay down, I'll get you some water!"

With a fond smile, you got comfortable on your bed. He disappeared into your kitchen and came back with a glass of water and some snacks he found in your cupboard.

He learned a lot about you that day. Your favorite color(s), your favorite food(s), your preferences, what you like to watch/read, your hobbies, your interests, and more. He listened to every word, storing away every fact close to his heart. When you finished, he started rambling too about a whole bunch of things. You rested your head in his lap as he talked, and he absentmindedly played with your hair.

"The stars remind me that there's so much more out there... So many things to explore..."

You hummed in agreement, drifting between staying awake and falling asleep. "The stars are beautiful... It's so calming to just... look at them."

"Exactly!" He beamed. You didn't reply for a while. Neither did he. It wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't awkward either.

"Hey..."

You hummed against his thigh.

"Why'd you wake up so late anyway? Do you wanna talk about it..?"

"It was just a weird dream... I didn't get much sleep last night..." You mumbled, your eyelids feeling like weights as your struggled to keep them open.

"Ah... Then sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." He whispered. It didn't even occur to him that this was against his code. Either way, he didn't care. He couldn't get enough of this feeling, couldn't get enough of you.

Whispering for permission, heart fluttering when you nodded, he gently lifted your head off of his lap, setting it on the pillow and crawling into bed beside you. The bed was small, but he didn't mind, and neither did you. His hand found yours in the darkness, a wide smile on his face. He wasn't used to affection, wasn't used to... this. But he loved it, just as much as he loved you.

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Minajael Tealrajah