CAN U PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HAVE THAT ICE CREAM IDEA WE HAD AS A FIC CAUSE I WANT IT SO BAD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE- (explodes)
˖᯽ ݁˖ postman [anhg] x reader
summary : on a scorching summer day, you introduce your boyfriend to a satisfying dairy treat
tags : no use of y/n , fluff , established relationship , no implication of reader's gender , there's a town now bc yes , kissing scene , ice cream
a/n : hallo :D request granted! this is based off of the fan art @crossrole-undertaleau made in which postman eats some ice cream so yeah i wrote all of this in school huzzah anyway enjoy the third postman fic i've made!!!!!
It
Was
Scorching.
Postman, of course, was completely fine in his scarf and hat.
You, meanwhile, were melting under the sun. For some reason, your house didn't have an AC, so Postman could only watch you suffer and pathetically attempt to fan you with a folded piece of paper.
You appreciated the effort and his poor attempts to comfort you, but you couldn't help but envy him and his neautrality to temperature.
"I know I said that I wanted to feel the hot or cold, but... You don't seem to be enjoying the heat. Is it that bad..?" He asked sheepishly. You could only manage a pitiful "Yeah..."
"Well..." He started, looking down at your form sprawled out on your bed, the blankets messily kicked off of your body. "The town's huge. I'm sure there's some place that can help with your... dilemma."
You sat up, facing Postman as a smile graced your features. "Posty, you're a genius!"
He smiled bashfully, red pooling in his cheeks. "I-I am..?"
You took his hands in your own, standing up and bringing him up with you. "Indeed you are, darling! Your little idea has given me a better one!"
His smile widened at the pet name, but you were too excited to notice. You'd called him pet names before, you were dating, after all. But no matter how much you said it, he still got butterflies. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to your affections.
Postman was lost in his thoughts of you, and was snapped back to reality when you pulled him out the door.
"So, uh..." He cleared his throat. Your hands were laced together, and he could feel his own grow clammy. "W-where are we headed?"
"To get some ice cream. I saw a shop just down the block a couple days ago."
Your boyfriend's brows furrowed in confusion. "Ice... cream..? What's that?"
You turned to him in bewilderment. "Do you not know what ice cream is??" Your eyes widened further when he shook his head. "Seriously?? Well, that's just another reason to take you. I'm positive you'll love it."
The two of you walked in comfortable silence. You appreciated nature--the flowers, trees, clouds, the way everything seemed to be in harmony.
Postman, meanwhile was admiring you. The way your eyes glistened in the sunlight, the way your lips curled when you saw something you liked, the way you looked surrounded by greenery and pops of color. It all made his heart race.
He was so distracted in his thoughts of you (once again) that he walked right past the ice cream shop you stopped at. He froze when you called his name, looking around for you and grinning, embarrassed. "Where are you going?" You laughed, taking his arm and leading him back to the shop.
The two of you walked side by side through the double doors, the bell dinging atop you. You pulled your boyfriend to the register, pointing to all of the different flavors eagerly. "Which one do you want?"
Postman put a hand on his cheek. "Wow... what an assortment... uhm..." Strawberry looks good... Ooh, but what about vanilla? Or should I get chocolate?" His brows furrowed as he struggled to decide.
You gave the cashier your order, then turned to Postman. "Strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate? How about just get neapolitan?"
"That one," You pointed to the flavor mixed with vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry. "It's a mix of all three. Do you want a cup or cone?"
"A cup is a plastic cup, but the cone is basically the cup but edible!"
"Edible, huh..?" He mumbled under his breath. "Okay. Cone, then."
You pushed him forward a bit toward the register. "Go on, tell the cashier what you want."
"Wh-what?" He asked timidly. "You do it!"
You laughed as he subtly hid behind you, deciding to give into his adorable little demand. The two of you talked as you waited for your ice cream, and when it came, you grinned as you handed him his. He took it, hands brushing with yours. He took a hesitant lick...
"This..." He said shakily. "Is the BESTEST thing I've ever tasted! It's cold... but so sugary! And creamy!"
He beamed at you between licks. "How's yours taste?"
You told him which flavor you got, licking your lips. He stared at it. Then at you. Then back at your ice cream. "Can I..." He lifted a finger toward it. "Try some?"
He was so endearing that you couldn't possibly say no! So you held out your ice cream, watching him take a lick. He then eagerly held out his melting, half eaten ice cream with a dopey smile. "Here! Try mine!!"
Another great idea popped into your head, so you grabbed him by his scarf, and pressed your lips to his.
He squeaked in delight, kissing you back. You swiped your tongue over his bottom lip, savoring the sugar of his ice cream mingling with the taste of him.
The two of you pulled back, flushed and breathless. His eyes fluttered open, not even noticing his ice cream melting onto his hand. You got a few weird looks, but it didn't matter. In that moment, the world narrowed down to the two of you.
"Your..." You cut yourself off to breathlessly laugh. "Your ice cream is melting."
"H-uh?" He snapped his gaze to his ice cream, and sure enough, it was beginning to drip down his hand. He grimaced as you handed him a napkin, helping him clean himself up. The two of you kept eating your own ice creams. You'd occasionally wipe or kiss some ice cream off the corner of his mouth or his cheek, just to watch him grin and blush.
You finished yours, sighing in contentment, but Postman was still entirely engrossed in his ice cream.
He looked up from his cone, licking his lips. "Hm?"
You stole the rest of his cone, watching his face shift into pure horror and betrayal.
You pinched his cheek, chuckling at his whine.
He glared pettily at you, crossing his arms indignantly. "I was gonna finish that..."
You kissed his cheek. "Mm, sorry, honey~"
He tried to scowl in return, but he couldn't stay mad at you when you were acting so sweet.
"I'll forgive you if you buy me a new one!" He huffed, poking your cheek. You turned your head to kiss his finger, mumbling a soft, "Alright, love..."
He beamed, and you'd buy the whole shop to keep that look on his face.
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