𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
˖᯽ ݁˖ 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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