#youve got mail au

[vaugely10]

the clockers! wandering scammers traders, currently taking residence on a planet with a local bakery...

[the-sapphiresky]

AN: I have not written a word in five years, but I felt like giving this little You've Got Mail ficlet a proper ending as best I could. Enjoy my darlings and have a lovely Autumn!

Part 1

Molly's Got Mail

"So he could be married, an geriatric pensioner, a serial killer..."

Molly cut him off with a laugh, noting his eyes flicker with interest at the last option. "He is not a serial killer, Sherlock!"

He eyed her dubiously. "I think we have established your track record with men is highly questionable and this man, if he is in fact a 'he'-"

"Would you shut up?" She rolled her eyes and sipped her coffee with a smile, enjoying the warm spice that juxtaposed the cool fall breeze that wrapped around them.

Sometime over the past few months, there had been a ceasefire between her and Sherlock. She wasn't sure what exactly had caused the Consulting Detective to stop warring with her over the smallest of issues in her own lab, but she would never look that gift horse in the mouth.

And suddenly, their work together flourished and she found herself in an unlikely friendship with the very man she once swore to hate for all eternity (she may have been a little plastered when making that vow so she didn't feel guilty breaking it).

Had anyone told her when she first butted heads with the man that she would one day stroll through the park with him and bare out her relationship troubles, she would have laughed and told them to get their head examined well.

Yet here she was, sharing coffee with him, and elbowing him teasingly when he huffed at her.

"Have you even asked him if he is in a relationship?"

"Of course, Will said he is unattached."

"'Unattached' is ambiguous, he could be in a dozen other online relationships wherein he has not met the other party and so considers himself unattached."

Molly tilted her head and furrowed her brow at him. "He wouldn't do that, I know him."

Sherlock cocked an eyebrow. "Do you? He stood you up, did he not?"

"He apologized!"

"A month later," Sherlock tsked. "Doesn't speak highly of his integrity or punctuality."

The sting of that night hadn't faded as much as Molly had hoped. To be stood up was insulting enough. Then to run into your sworn enemy, at your most vulnerable emotionally, was the cherry on top.

Sherlock had immediately deduced the entire affair, from being stood up by an online suitor, her "desperation" to be loved, the overdone makeup, to the damn the lingerie that wasn't quite tucked beneath her dress strap. Humiliated, Molly had lashed out with words she still regretted. The stricken look on Sherlock's face was enough to penetrate her anger with immediate regret.

He swept from the coffee house that night and she saw not one glimpse of him for nearly six weeks.

"Sounds like someone else I know," she mumbled around another sip. The sudden rush of eye blinks as he processed what she said made her smile softly. "But he apologized and that is what counts...not when he did it."

"Indeed," he agreed. "Nevertheless, I think I should stay with you until he arrives. I will be able to tell instantly if he has lied about anything."

Molly vehemently shook her head. "Absolutely not! The only reason you know about this is because you read my emails, which I have yet to decide your punishment for."

She laughed when he looked guilty for just a moment, then immediately took on an air of indifference.

"Don't worry," she nudged him slyly. "I won't be mean, but you might be out of body parts for experiments for a couple days."

--

He swallowed hard. They were almost there, in a matter of minutes, everything would be out in the open.

Molly quickly finished her coffee. He took her empty cup and tossed it with his in a nearby bin.

"Almost time," Molly said, checking her phone. "This is where you leave."

Sherlock ignored her and took out his own phone, feeling the full force of her glare.

"Sherlock," she warned. He would never tell her, but when she growled at him and stomped her foot, she was adorable.

He felt a tug on his sleeve and pulled out her grasp.

"I will call Mycroft!"

"That wouldn't do anything for the situation," he drawled. His brother was well aware, the great big fat bloody spy, of what was occurring between Sherlock and his pathologist. In fact, he was fairly confident this entire park was being recorded and, good or bad, the outcome would be on the cloud for all eternity.

He hoped for a good outcome...it would be a lovely home video to share with their children.

Then again, a bad outcome would be blackmail material against him for a lifetime.

She was getting impatient now, he glanced at her, that furrow between her brows begging for a kiss. Though he did not think she would appreciate that at this moment.

"I let you walk with me here, with the understanding you would leave before he gets here!" She hissed.

"I never agreed to that," he couldn't help poking the bear. "I am a citizen of this nation, freely enjoying the beauty of this lovely park."

"I'd believe that if you didn't have your nose in your phone and if you didn't regularly complain about the weather, people, and parks."

She crossed her arms, fingers tapping anxiously.

He made a show of turning slowly and pointing at a nearby bench. "I shall simply wait over here to ensure you are not mauled by a serial killer or a geriatric pensioner."

As he sat, a couple walking by gave him and his wide smile a generous berth. Molly huffed and continued frowning but seemed to accept he was not going to leave entirely.

He glanced at his phone. Three minutes.

Molly was nervously wringing her hands and looking around. The park was fairly busy for late afternoon. Couples taking advantage of the cool weather and clear sky were meandering about, a few runners, some kids calling out as they chased each other around.

He admired how the sun illuminated her hair, shining red and gold amongst her usual brown tresses. Her lips were redder than normal, she'd been biting them. And though her complexion was pale, the hot coffee had warmed her up and there was a slight red blush on her cheeks.

Neither of them spoke as the minutes ticked by. For the first time in his life, Sherlock was uncertain as to the outcome of a situation. But he had one last chance and he wasn't going to screw it up. Not again.

"He's not coming again, is he?"

He leaned his elbows on his knees and stared over at her. She looked forlornly at her phone, which proclaimed fifteen minutes past the allotted meeting time. With no message.

She opened her email, her thumbs aimlessly hovering, as she tried to decide what she should say, if anything.

"Molly?"

"Don't say it, Sherlock," she turned away from him, no doubt to hide her face.

He couldn't have that.

Standing, he strode over to her and gently turned her back to him.

'Why do I keep doing this, falling for a guy who lets me down? Jim, Tom, Will, yo-" she cut herself off, flushing madly and averting her eyes. "Maybe I should take your advice, stop dating entirely and give up on a relationship."

"Molly, stop, I was wrong. That night at the cafe, I was in a terrible mood and I took it out on you," he desperately wanted to wipe the resignation from her eyes.

"But you had a point," she said. She looked down at her phone, the email thread with Will staring back at them. Under her breath, he heard her say, "I should give up."

He took her phone from her and pocketed it, grabbing something else from his coat and holding it tight. She opened her mouth, no doubt to demand he give her phone back, but he cut her off.

"If we had started off our professional relationship on a better note, if I had treated you as an equal intellect from the start...would we be more than we are now?"

She had to lick her lips to speak through a suddenly dry mouth. "What do you mean, more than we are now...more than friends?"

He nodded.

"Romantically?"

He nodded again.

"But Sherlock, you don't see me like that. If this is about what I just said, in no way was I trying to get you to -"

"You're wrong," he smiled. "I do see you like that."

She blinked. "What, romantically?"

"You're an intelligent woman, you understood my implication."

Ah, there was the frown he loved. "As a note, Holmes," she poked his chest. "Insulting a woman you suddenly claim to be romantically interested in...not a good thing."

"Noted," he quipped. "Now, back to the issue at hand. Were this online man, who has stood you up twice now, not in the picture, would you want to be with me?"

Her eyes twinkled. "Are you the only other option?"

With a pout, he rolled his eyes and sighed. "Molly Hooper..."

"Just checking, after all, this is all very sudden." Her levity faded as she looked around, though he knew the only man that fit the description of the man she was looking for was standing right in front of her. Her gaze drifted back to him and he watched the interplay of emotions run across her face. "You're a dear friend now, and I do like you, but until today, I didn't think you saw me as anything more."

But Will had told her otherwise. And it was time to reconcile him with Sherlock.

"Oh, Hooper. I've thought of you as so much more for quite some time."

He opened his hand to show the silver hair bow laying in his palm. She stared at it in shock, knowing he had to have followed her that night from the cafe after their fight and watched her yank it from her hair and throw it to the ground. And he picked it up and kept it. When she raised her eyes to his, he was startled to see tears.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes, at your service."

"You?" She whispered. "Will was you, all along?"

Sherlock smiled softly. "I'm sorry I am late."

With a tearful cry, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. Immediately, he hauled her close and lifted her higher in his arms. She giggled and broke the kiss, to his disgruntlement, only to rain kisses all around his face.

"You," kiss "absolute" kiss "sodding" kiss "idiot!" kiss "I will" kiss "never" kiss "forgive" kiss "you" kiss for "this!"

Before she could continue her attack of pecks and threats, he covered her mouth with his and proceeded to snog her until he was sure she had forgotten all about his duplicity.

And if she hadn't...well, he had a lifetime to try.

[miss2eldritch]

YOUVE GOT MAIL part 2 of chapter one is out soon ..

for context the girl yelling at lampert is my OC glossi

gotta love the quality being ruined!!1

[sandubadetomate]

I'M WORKING ON A SUPERBAT x YOU'VE GOT A MAIL - AU!!!

Here's a lil' sneak peak:

Clark Kent is a charming young man who runs an independent children's bookstore on Metropolis, called 'The Shop around the corner'. In this story we will also know him as an online user under the name of "Superman", who exchange messages with "Batman", a friend of whom he first met in a chatroom. As they have agreed not to share specifics about their personal lives, he knows nothing about him. "Batman" however is the username of Bruce Wayne, heir of 'Wayne Books', a major chain of bookstores. Who is looking foward to the opening of a new storefront at Metropolis, just a few blocks from 'The Shop'. Wayne and Kent turn into mortal enemies. Bats and Supes fall madly in love for each other. What exactly could go wrong, right? ;)

Clark Kent as Kathleen Kelly!!

Bruce Wayne as Joe Fox!! (BONUS!!)

Kid!Jason and Kid!Dick as Matt and Annabelle!! (But they'll appear way more than the kids do on the film lol) I'm going to update y'all soon!!! XO

[black-regs]

you've got mail would COOK as a jegulus au

[wield-the-mighty-pen]

I was recently on a plane and watched You've Got Mail, and like, the way this plot just effortlessly fits into a lovesquare au?!

[stevethehairington]

oh my god there is a terror fic i KNOW ive seen while scrolling through ao3 and it's a you've got mail au im p sure? and im finally in the mood to read it but i cannot for the life of me find it now 😩

[demobatman]

i have like a hundred unanswered asks but send me byler au ideas if you want and i might sketch some 😈😈😈

[gotmyass2marz]

i want to know how your main hero reacted...

he straight up isnt involved in this au . Sorry

[sparklyslug]

POST DATE UPDATE! CHAPTER ONE DROPS DECEMBER 29!! And boost of this playlist in case ya need a break from Christmas jams. Another excerpt below, also from the record store scene because I love it there. This fic draws from several sources as inspiration, and High Fidelity is a not insignificant one when it comes to Steve’s part time job:

Steve grins, like a shark. “Oh, Eddie. Did I hurt your feelings?”

The expression that crosses Eddie’s face then is one that Steve knows perfectly, as it was part of the more annoying background noise of his high school career: the look of The Freak. It starts with a manic gleam in the eye and grows into a wide grin, picking up the challenge or answering to some internal logic all his own, incensed and about to make a scene. 

Part of Steve is a little meanly gratified about it. That’s the guy he used to know. 

Before he can start throwing things or climbing on the shelves though, Eddie is pulled up short by the jingle of the door bell. Which wouldn’t have drawn that much notice, maybe, if not for the accompanying roar of “what is this, what is this? PB, DO YOU HAVE AN ACTUAL FRIEND?”

They both turn to look at the front, where slender Lilith is trying to entirely block the sight of a short, kind of chubby guy around their age, who is pointing an accusatory finger across the shop at Steve. A finger he keeps moving, as Lilith tries to dart in front of it again and again. 

Steve sighs. “I have friends, Ned.”

“Ned,” Lilith hisses. And then says something Steve can’t quite make out, but it sounds suspiciously like “–it was just getting good!”

“You do not have friends, PB,” Ned says, tossing the plastic bag over the side of the counter and not reacting noticeably at the ensuing crash as his lunch spills, presumably everywhere. “You’ve got your shrimpy roommate and maybe a stream of sycophants and sociopaths who seem to think your ability to tolerate their appetite for Wall of Sound pop makes you a god, but friends? Buddies? Pals? No way.”

“Yeah, so he was just telling me,” Eddie says, with a totally different gleam in his eye now, though not one that bodes any better for Steve’s peace of mind. “PB? What’s PB?”

“He’s PB,” Lilith interjects, a little breathlessly, possibly even blushing a little under her ghostly foundation when Eddie looks at her. She points at Steve. “Ned called him that his first week working here. It’s short for Peanut Butter.”

Eddie turns slowly on his heel. It looks like Christmas morning all over his face, and Steve briefly considers trying to barrel roll out of the section, out of the store, out of the city of Chicago maybe even. “Peanut?” Eddie croons, delighted. “Butter?”

“The choice was clear,” Ned says, preening under all this attention from what is clearly a kindred spirit. “By the end of my first shift working with this disturbingly symmetrically-faced yuppy I knew exactly what he was: a little tasteless. A little bland, you could even say. But undeniably smooth, even a bit crunchy at times on certain mornings, and most disturbingly: pairs well with even the most bizarre customer request. And we have to keep him around, because the people do keep coming back for more.”

“That’s why?” Lilith asks, a little thrown. “I thought it was because he likes that easy listening crap.”

“Well, that too,” Ned allows. “If we ever let him control the shop music, it would be all aural Jiffy, all the time.”

“Except for his weird metal moments,” Lilith says. 

“I did say he was occasionally crunchy,” Ned confides in Eddie, who has gone utterly still, and has turned back to Steve. 

“Very occasionally,” Steve says through gritted teeth. “Don’t read into it.”

“Read into it,” Ned says solemnly, even though he can’t possibly have any idea what they’re talking about. Not that that, of course, stops him ever. “Dive into the thousand-page epic, the hidden pages of our dear, boring, bland PB’s heart.”

“It’s a picture book,” Lilith says. “Small words, big font.”

“See Steve sell,” Ned agrees. “Sell, Steve, sell.”

“Someone has to,” Steve sighs, shouldering past the three of them and making for the door. “Not like you assholes are so great with the customers. I’m taking my break.”

“We don’t get breaks,” Ned calls after him. 

“You’re an hour and a half late,” is all Steve hears Lilith says to Ned, as the door jangles shut behind him. 

THE MONSTER-HUNTING SHOP AROUND THE CORNER: FIC PLAYLIST

(Listen on Spotify)

@steddiebang fic by @sparklyslug With illustrations by @ahhrenata & @boiiko

Posting starts December 29!

Music for 1998, Chicago in the fall, something special waiting for you in your inbox, unexpected reappearances, untraceable IP addresses, a mystery man who knows your heart even if he doesn’t know your name, and knifing up an extra-dimensional monster or two.

SOMEWHAT THEMATICALLY-RELATED EXCERPT BELOW!

Steve is alphabetizing the discount records pile. It’s Thursday, and Steve is alphabetizing the discount records pile, and Lilith has her Angry Piano Lady record of the day at a suitably loud wail. Steve would never say this to her, because any such confession would have her reeling back and clutching her four (or five, depending on the day) rosaries to her chest in horror, but: he fucking loves her Angry Piano Lady days. 

Somedays, especially on grimly gloomy Thursdays, especially when he’s alphabetizing the discount records, especially when Dustin has been weird and squirrely– somedays Steve suspects he is, at heart, an Angry Piano Lady. 

“Permission to come aboard?” a now familiar-for-all-its-strangeness voice comes from behind him. He turns to see Eddie, leaning against the banister of the four-step stairs that connect the secondhand section to the new music section. Lilith is leaning out over the counter, almost fully horizontal in her attempts to get a look at Eddie. Which is more interest than he thought her shriveled and cynical teenaged heart could manage in anything, but–it was a long time ago, sure, but he remembers the effect Eddie Munson could have on a shriveled, cynical teen heart. 

He wonders for a second if the effect would be lessened if she could see Eddie as he was then. Not so suave and in his all-black business ghoul getup, dark curls carefully maintained and pushed back off his forehead. The gleam of sunglasses tucked into his collar, dragging the fabric of his black t-shirt down, exposing collarbone and what might be a tendril of tattoo ink. 

Steve personally finds this glossy, reserved, polished version of the kid he used to know a hell of a fucking turnoff, but. Maybe it works for angry record store goth chicks. He wouldn’t know. 

“Granted,” Steve says finally. 

“Oh,” Eddie grins, faking a little shudder at Steve’s tone. “Maybe I won’t. Might be a little too chilly for me up there.”

“Don’t come up, then,” Steve turns back to his records. 

He hears the squeak of the top step, and Eddie’s voice comes a little closer.

“Come on, Steve,” Eddie says plaintively. “Play ball. At least a little.”

More sincere, though who can trust that. He had sounded sincere in that creepy theater closet too. 

“Ball, huh?” Steve addresses the Ds, runs his finger over the top of a Sunshine Superman, where it’s been torn a little. He loves shit like that. Devalues the record, sure, but he likes to think it’s because someone was once too excited to get the album out of its sleeve and into their ears to bother being careful about it. Loved it too much, and wasn't afraid of that love leaving a mark. “So we’re playing a game?”

There’s a pause. “Uh. We could be,” Eddie says slowly, and Steve can feel his ears going a little pink before he’s even consciously processed Eddie’s actual words, reacting purely to that shift in his tone. The way, when Eddie speaks again, it sounds like he’s even closer, close enough for Steve to imagine he can feel the warmth of him at his back. “What’s my prize?”

[bookcub]

queer romance novels

happy pride month!! here are the queer romance novels i enjoyed

take a hint, dani brown by talia hibbert- after social media fame, dani and zaf fake date as a way to solve both their problems. friends to lovers and bi mc

satisfaction guaranteed by karelia stenz-waters- cade, an accountant, and selena, an artist, inherit a sex toy shop together. grumpy/sunshine, lesbian and bi mcs

hold me by courtney milan- youve got mail but in grad school with science nerds, brothers best friend, trans and bi mcs

sorry bro by taleen voskuni- "we were on a break and i found someone better," "i must recconnect with my culture," bi mcs

something to talk about by meryl wilsner- boss/assistant, celebrity romance, lesbian and bi mcs

a guy like him by talia hibbert- friends to lovers, fake dating, demisexual mc

how to be a normal person by tj klune- small town romance, dorks to lovers, asexual and gay mcs

mrs. martin's incomparable adventure by courtney milan- revenge comedy, novella, two older women destroy a man's life, sapphic mcs

a marvellous light by freya marske- historical fantasy mystery, annoyances to lovers, gay mcs

ben and beatrice by katalina gamarra- much ado about nothing modern day au, pansexual mc

honorable mention: girl gone viral by alisha rai- bodyguard romance, friends to lovers, the main characters never define themselves as demisexual and demiromantic but they are to me

[vaugely10]

pet crew from a lil space au im fiddling with

+ extra under cut :]

MAIL SPACE SHIP! i used the post office van pearl built and just space-ificated it as much as i could :D

[equallyshaw]

european travels | Connor Bedard x k hughes au!

↳ part of connor bedard x kailey hughes au!

@kailey.hughes: thankyou to the one's who made this trip financially possible -- wouldn't be anywhere with out yall 🫶🏻

tags: connorbedard, _quinnhughes,jackhuhges & Hughes_06

210.9k likes, 29.3k comments.

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@/lhughes_06: you are very welcome

↳ @/jackhughes: like youre the one shelling out

↳ @/_quinnhughes: wait! k told me neither one of yall were contributing..

↳ @/connorbedard: she bamboozled you guys so badly...

↳ @/lhughes_06: like you didnt know bedard

↳ @/connorbedard: found out a week before lmao

@/trevorzegras: glad to see youre milking them for everything they're worth

↳ @kailey.hughes: learned from the best 🫡

@/kent.johnson: youre making con con blush with those two pics

↳ @kailey.hughes: what can i say? hes a model

@/masonmctavish: Connor for vogue - next!

@/connorbedard: artsy gal

↳ @kailey.hughes: 😚

@madisenbedard: omg the fomo is real rn😭

↳ @kailey.hughes: next time !

↳ @/edwards.73: I want to experience a hughes euro trip

↳ @kailey.hughes: come get ur stray dog @/lhughes_06

@/alexturcotte_: where was my invite? 🥺

↳ @kailey.hughes: @/jackhughes EXPLAIN

↳ @/jackhughes: what can I say? lost in the mail.

@/nicohischier: you came all the way to europe and didn't even visit? how rude.

↳ @kailey.hughes: how rude of @/jackhughes for not putting it on the itinerary when we booked our trip

↳ @/nicohischier: oh yeah, first practice back is gonna be loads of fun

↳ @/jackhughes: LOOK WHAT YOUVE DONE K

↳ liked by @kailey.hughes

@/connorbedard: kailey hughes fanpage, but whats new?

tag: kailey.hughes

198k likes, 18.6k comments.

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@kailey.hughes: ilu

↳ @/connorbedard: ilu more

↳ @kailey.hughes: not possible 🫶🏻

↳ @/adamfantilli: accept the defeat bedard

↳ @kailey.hughes: no fr

@/kent.johnson: I wish he traveled the world with me ):

↳ @kailey.hughes: didnt y'all play for team canada together? its my turn

↳ @/lhughes_06: yeah kj its our turn

↳ @kailey.hughes: BYE

↳ @/kent.johnson: BYE LITTLE HUGHES

↳ @/connorbedard: take this to the gc pls

↳ @kailey.hughes: which one??

↳ @/masonmctavish: theres multiple ?!?!

↳ @kailey.hughes: unfortunately I was added to a 'bc only' chat🙄

@/jackhughes: dont like the hand placement

↳ @/_quinnhughes: i dont like it either

↳ @kailey.hughes: omg the drama queens have arrived

@elblue6: so grateful to have you join us this trip, its great to have you apart of the family again🤍

↳ @/connorbedard: thankyou mama el! appreciate you and jim so much

↳ @kailey.hughes: im gonna cry mama

@/madisenbedard: looking like a goddess always

↳ liked by @/connorbedard.

↳ @kailey.hughes: stop thats you

↳ @madisenbedard: I wish gf

@/elblue6: italy-london trip was a success!

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@/jackhughes: we know who's the fav child

↳ @/lhughes_06: and it isn't even a hughes

↳ @/_quinnhughes: nope its a bedard

↳ @kailey.hughes: then its me !

↳ @/lhughes_06: whatever you say!

@/connorbedard: thankyou for having me this trip, had an amazing time!

↳ @/elblue6: you are most welcome! now we just need @melaniebedard and @/madisenbedard to join us next time

↳ @/madisenbedard: I agree!!

↳ @melaniebedard: just tell me where and when and ill be there

↳ @/elblue6 has liked this comment

@/kimberlybrisson: looks like you had a lot of fun! PLUS all four kiddos were reunited 🥺

↳ @/elblue6: the best part 🤍

@/lhughes_06: cant believe connor got a single photo and we didn't

↳ @/jackhughes: no fr, im still salty

@/chantaltkachuk: awe we need to get the 7 of them back together!

↳ @/elblue6: we do!

@/melaniebedard: how about a vancouver trip??

↳ @/elblue6: dont have to tell me twice!

[secreterces5]

CW LOUD!!

Made this lil thing a while back for my good friend @dr4g0n7yp3 and by proxy also for my beloved Addressive (go to her awesome ask blog here -> @youve-got-mail-1983)! This animatic features the Cyber Losers from an AU in progress called the Des’ Route :) other guys from here are @purplequay’s Spamton (@spamton1997spam-ton), @gojirawrx’s Humbug (@bugwithblog), and @spect-era’s Des Spout :D And, of course, my Secret Horses (@secret-horses).

Alina, I wished you a happy birthday ages ago and you’ve already seen this, but again, happy birthday <3 we love you!!

[rowarn]

You had me sobbing in the shower over PLM au where reader actually tried to attempt😭😭

Now to project and fix everything because I don't like my feelings being hurt and I'm going to pretend the problems away😍

Maybe as reader recovers in the hospital they try so many times to reach out to Simon. Calling and texting him but to no avail until finally they leave the hospital and tries one last time to call only to realize he blocked their number.

Reader, obviously devastated, tries to find him. Maybe goes to areas they used to go with him (grocery stores, parks, anything to try and find him.)

Maybe as reader starts picking up themselves up and trying to get better, they decide to start writing letters. Writing all of their thoughts to Simon. Telling him they miss him. That they need him. Promising that they're better because they convinced themselves being unstable is what drove him away.

Reader, keeps the first letter they wrote unable to send it. They write a new one, and finally has the guts to mail it to the base where it will hopefully reach him.

Simon, who miraculously somehow receives the letter. He stared at the handwriting for so long, trembling as he flipped the envelope between his fingers but can't open it. Tries everything to get rid of it, throwing it out, burning it, but he can't do it. So he shoves it in the back of one of his drawers.

Reader keeps sending letters, this time more tame. Talking about their life, updates, new jobs, friends. They sometimes write that they miss him. That they hope he's reading these. But even if he isn't it's okay, because they still somehow feel connected to him in a way.

Simon who starts denying mail. Maybe tells someone on base not to give him the letters anymore (idk how this works I'm not a military expert hafsgsf). Now all of the letters reader writes are tossed into a pile in a mail room, collecting dust, but still there.

But that first letter. Simon holds onto it. Sometimes he holds it up to the light, barely able to make out letters from the light passing through the paper. Traces his fingers over the opening.

Reader who does the same with the first letter she wrote for Simon.

SORRY IF THIS IS LONG AND ANNOYING, I WAS SAD AND HAD A VISION AND WANTED TO FIX THE SAD😭😭

I JUST GNAWED MY HANDS OFF OVER THIS!!!!!!! U DIDNT EVEN FIX IT ITS JUST MORE SAD NOW!!!!!!!' WHAT HAVE U DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IS HE EVER GONNA OPEN THE LETTER NOW YOUVE GOT ME INVESTED!!!!!!

[theiloveyousong]

youve got mail au where paul and emma are tumblr mutuals