HAIII!! This is my first time messaging :3 can u make a story about postal 1 dude before the lore of the first game with a significant significant other
HAIIII!!! Of course (I love P1 did I ever mention that?) OHHH I love this stranger's idea 😼. Just be ready for sweetness!!
-☆I Love You More Than Words Could Ever Express.
Pairings: Postal Dude 1 x !fem reader (u may change the pronouns.)
⚠️Warnings: fluff, romantic postal dude (i know he is a bitchy man but hear me out… he can't be bitchy to someone that he “cares” for), sweet, cheesy, suggestive, swearing?, and sorta delusional from my part.
⚠️Even though this fiction doesn't include smut… I don't want minors to interact with this account due to the 18+ fictions I write and well this fiction may imply 18+ stuff even if they aren't detailed. MDNI Even if the fiction is slightly suggestive and not very 18+ detailed.
Viewer discretion is advised!
⚠️You may encounter misspellings, grammatical errors, loss of clarity, and logic may not be there.
⚠️This fiction will be in his POV ( think of this fiction like his journal but not the war version of course!), so you would be addressed as honey, her, she, darling, and many more (maybe)… That's why I say that you can change the pronouns! Or read it by how you may think he would call you.
⚠️Also! You know how the war journal has a title like : Home or The Bridge? It's going to be like that but instead of places… it is focused on you. IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT YOU WILL SEE WHAT I MEAN!
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Postal Dude's POV (all the fiction):
Being a successful student in college was a dream come true. Life is going smoothly, the weather is hella nice, Limp Bizkit is apparently on tour, and and…
The thrilling sensation of meeting new people in class. Currently this is my second semester of college, so I still find it thrilling to get new courses and new classmates. Even so, I shouldn't worry. Not everyone talks a lot to me either way…
The class started with a sorta joyful vibe coming from my instructor. The rest of my classmates are paying attention or taking notes about the syllabus. Me on the other hand…
“Who is that woman…?” I muttered under my breath.
While seeing the cutest woman entering the class with an embarrassed mannerism from being slightly late to class. Her eyes are pretty, catching my attention in less than a second. The way she was dressed was outstanding, almost as if she was the protagonist of a movie.
I smiled widely as I was staring at her for minutes… luckily I had my sunglasses on. The instructor doesn't mind nor doesn't judge her. Making her sigh in relief as she tried to find an empty spot. To her luck all the spots she was looking for were full. Leaving her with one empty spot next to me at the end of the row.
Two seats that stood out a lot. Her eyes darted towards me, with a shiny glint. Making me melt on my seat.
“Is this seat occupied?” The woman said with a tender smile.
“No, it's empty.” I said with a shy tone.
Her eyes widened as she heard me talk. Slowly sitting comfortably and pulling her stuff out. “You have such a pretty voice.”
I lowered my shades as my eyes widened, I made a pout. Causing her to chuckle while my face was slightly all red. She liked my voice? That's a big compliment for me… usually I don't hear compliments from people. Usually they give me my space, or minimize every possible interaction with me.
So… this felt strange. Yet I loved it, my heart even started to race at that sweet compliment. She is casually staring at me as if observing every single expression I make or any small action of mine. She was taking notes and perhaps making some doodles here and there. But those pretty eyes of hers were glued to my face.
“I noticed that your eyes are very pretty, like if they were emeralds.” She smiled, whilst holding eye contact with me.
“Oh, come on. Don't they intimidate you or something? I mean don't I look weird or cree-”
She heartedly laughs, reaching for my shades. “Why do you think that? You seem like a nice guy.”
Seeing her put on my shades made me feel something. The fact that she looked at me with a contagious laugh was something that everyone didn't bother to do when I was around.
What am I thinking? I just met her.
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The first week of this new semester went smoothly. The woman who caught my attention started to come close to me. Both of us shared details about ourselves. Like what we listen to, if we have pets, and etc. In other words, we did the usual get to know me questions.
I found it odd that we had some things in common. It didn't creep me out, it was very strange that we had multiple things in common. Whenever I tried making a conversation about something I liked I would be stared at like I was out of this world. In this case with her she didn't judge nor didn't stare at me with judgment. She always had a smile instead and she would giggle along with me.
Now, we exchanged contact information. And here I am writing about this… rather than trying to figure out if I should call her or not. To be honest, what can I really talk about? Without boring her or making her feel uncomfortable? My mind flooded with questions trying to come out with an idea.
While I was trying to do so… my phone rings and I quickly answer it. “Hello?”
“Heyyyy, how are you doing? I wanted to call you but I didn't know how to even start this.” She admitted with a shy but confident tone.
“Huh? I can't believe it! I was also in that dilemma!” I laughed as I heard a hum.
“Oh, I guess that makes us two! But hey we started a conversation somehow.” She laughed as she hummed a tune.
Her voice soothing me each time she was talking. Judging by her hums she sounded satisfied to also hear me. It felt surreal, almost like a dream, a dream where I don't want to wake up from. We lasted a long 3 hours worth of talking, slowly deepening our friendship.
The rest of the details… I vaguely remember them…
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My hair is damp in the room showering but either way I don't have time to dry it. I had to pick her up at her house and well I should look nice. Even though my closet isn't very large in outfit choices. So I just go with the basic look of mine. The black leather duster, my black combat boots, my white button down underneath a red shirt, my cross necklace, and my marine blue jeans.
My hair was the last thing I needed to brush… but I didn't. Not even the chance of putting my usual black. I just rushed to my car with my wallet. On my way to her house I… didn't bother to make stops.
I was running late and I can't leave a bad impression. She was sitting on her balcony as she looked so divine. Her lovely eyes looked at me, as she quickly ran inside the house. Hearing her steps getting louder and louder each time. The front door slammed as she rushed to the gate to open it for me.
“You look amazing!” She said as I stopped her.
“Yeah, but… I didn't do my hair and my usual eyeline-”
She grabbed my hand as she pulled me inside her house. Taking me to her room.
“That ain't something impossible to fix.”
She handed me the eyeliner and she held the brush. “I will brush your hair.”
I turned red like a tomato, yet I didn't fight back. She even took my glasses off my face with a small jump. Every time she did that it made my heart skip a beat.
“Your hair is very soft and fluffy.” She said while brushing my long red hair.
I sigh as I do my eyeliner, holding the urge to smile widely at her compliment. “Gee, thanks. It's not easy work to keep this hair in good care.”
She laughed at my comment, yet she didn't stop brushing my hair. “Well, hair needs a lot of care just like our skin.”
I look at her in the mirror as I smirk. “You really love my hair, don't cha?”
When she flinched and backed away she was flustered. I loved that reaction. Later, that night we did some bowling, to the movies, and to the park. Usually I would get anxious in crowded places but I didn't. It was odd that I didn't even back away from speaking with others. She would have her eyes on me studying every single detail about me.
That small action made me feel butterflies and would make me get flustered in less than a second. It was as if her company offered me comfort and some sort of protection. I felt safe and I wanted her to be safe.
“It was a very fun hangout, we should do more!” She said with an enthusiastic tone.
“Yeah, we should plan more of them.” I said while I had my arms open for her.
I did that unconsciously… All day long I wanted a big hug from her. I guess my body's reactions got ahead of me? She didn't have any hesitating looks as she hugged me tightly.
After those sweet actions, I have to admit that, when I got in my car… I had to shift my jeans.
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♡I can't resist hiding these feelings from her.
It has been months since I had created lovely memories with her. Maybe not all of them result in flirting or in lovely dovey stuff. Even if it was meant to be just a friendship… I caught feelings for her. Every day my love for her would deepen.
Suddenly I became clingy towards her, admired her pretty eyes, and daydreamed about her. My eyes were on her. I even started to smile more often when I saw her…
I would receive her with a tight hug enough to lift her off the ground. She would raise her eyebrows but she didn't stop me. Instead she would smile and tease me about it.
Sometimes when I see her with another guy… I would get jealous until I start to notice my jealousy. Making me shake my head about:
“She is not my girlfriend…why am I acting like a teenager again?”
Every single time thoughts of her filled my mind. I could even list all the things she is passionate for or about her fears. I didn't know this feeling…
My body would react to every single hug or even to her caressing my hair.
Could this be real? Is this what Love is? I'm scared, but ready to risk it all. I felt like an adrenaline rush… because today is the day I'm confessing my love.
Aside from that…I'm also giving her my journal. This one to be exact. Because I want her to see how every day she makes me feel and how I miss her company on certain days.
Raindrops fall from the sky, as she sighs at the scenery. Watching the big garden of roses and other wonderful flowers. My eyes on her, her leaning against my shoulder, and my black duster on her shoulders shielding her from the chilly weather.
“It's very lovely when it rains, specifically because it reminds me of those romantic movies.” She said in a dreamy tone.
I took a deep breath and held her hands. “I really enjoy our friendship…but…”
I could see how she flinched as she looked at me with concern. Without me finishing what I want to say.
“You…you…you don't want to be my friend anymore? Did so-”
“No, I do enjoy being your friend. However, I-I fell for you. I love you.” I say in a shy tone as my hands grip hers gently.
My head down as if in fear of being rejected. “I love you more than words could ever express… not even a book filled with Gothic poetry about loving someone would be enough to express how much I love you.”
She lifted my chin as she kissed my lips. I didn't expect this yet.. It felt so nice. The fear of being rejected fading into a passionate kiss. I can't explain this with words, but if I keep getting kissed by her I would be at her disposal.
She pulled off. “If you can't express your love with words, kiss me.”
My eyes widened as my face turned red. “So…are you willing to be my girlfriend?”
She rolled her eyes playfully. “Well, the kiss said it all.”
And I gave you this journal that day.
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AUGHHHHH Imagine reading this journal every day, while you two end up getting married. I SWEAR HE WOULD STILL ADD MORE DETAILS TO THE JOURNAL… WAHHHHHH may this love find me.
