Hello, I would just like to say I love your stydia fics with all my heart and re read them all the time!
😳😳 Oh anon, you're making me very emotional!! I know I haven't been writing Stydia fics for a while, but knowing someone out there is non only reading them but re reading them is the best gift I could have ever wished for! Thank you so, so much, you might not realize how much this message means to me 💜
And because you seem like a very kind soul, here's a little 🍪 in the form of a sneak peek into the next chapter of Hope's Color, which has not been abandonned... I hope you enjoy it!
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“Look, Lyds. Even if it doesn’t work this time, it doesn’t mean it won’t work at some point, okay? Let’s just consider this time as a trial, okay?”
“Yeah, you’re right.” She fights a violent shudder before adding in a low voice. “But I want this to be over so much, Stiles. I… I’m so tired, I want to lie on a couch with you and watch silly stuff on TV all day long while you make stupid jokes that will still make me laugh, whether I admit it or not… I want muffins in the hoven too.”
“Stupid jokes? Me?”
The ease in Stiles’s voice makes her open her eyes. He is grinning at her, his fingers playing with the wet strands of her hair. The warmth he is communicating to her melts all the ice around and inside her.
“I want that too,” he eventually says.
