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Total Word War Goal: 8k
Total Words Written: 6722
Projects Worked On: kiss meme ficlets, wip, sterek bb
Did you Finish a Thing?: i finished the remaining outline for my wip, which is a huge deal in my head... i also wrote 8 kiss ficlets
If You Set Other Goals (get characters to hook up, find a way to work in some smut/angst/fluff, reach a certain plot point, whatever), Did You Meet Them? the outlining!! that's like another 1k of words, but it's not WORDS so it didn't count
Anything To Share (flailing, squeeing, sobbing, etc.)?Let's see if I can find a snippet from one of the kiss ficlets from today...

“I didn’t mention it was a date.” Jackson shrugs. “If you didn’t know, and you’d said no thanks, then my ego wasn’t bruised. But since you said yes, I was going to impress you.”

“You impressed Dad by being civil.” Stiles grins, because the memory of how speechless his father was still amuses him.

“He wasn’t the one I was trying to impress.” Jackson leans back, hands arm across the back of the booth. “I couldn’t figure out if it was working, or even if you had any idea what was going on. It was killing me. My palms were sweaty. I never sweated over someone before.”

“You’d never dated me.” Stiles looks up as his beer is placed down, the glass chill with condensation. He takes a swallow and considers Jackson. “I’d say I was a step up, but… Lydia.” He raises his glass, and Jackson raises his as well, expression suddenly sober.

“Lydia,” Jackson says quietly, and they both drink before silence slips over them.

Stiles turns his glass, seeing patterns in the swirls of condensation that it leaves on the table. “Is that all it takes to kill the walk down memory lane?” he asks softly.