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#additional fun fact: the prompt for this wip is playfully pushing each other
aces-and-angels · 4 months
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WIP Wednesday
fr this time! ty to @aallotarenunelma for tagging me! apologies for the delayed response- didn't have anything to share (till now)
here is a brief snippet of a blurb i'm working on for abel x m!mc ft. everybody's favorite badass, ✨jocelyn✨
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A punch straight to the gut. Winded. That was it. Rowan supposed that was the best way to describe getting the air literally knocked out of him. Doubled over, he fell helplessly to his knees while Jocelyn stood above him, aloof as ever. 
“Get up, Burke. We’re not done yet,” she said boredly, as if she were next in line at the bank and not beating the absolute shit out of him.
Rowan let out a pained groan. “Give me a -hah- second. You punch hard.”
“You think those horrors we hunt are gonna go easy on you because you’ve got a weak stomach?”
“I think I can taste my stomach in my mouth,” he grumbled, pushing himself off the mat with strained effort. They’d spent the better half of the afternoon holed up at Westchester’s finest (and only) fitness center. A few locals trickled in here and there, but for the most part, they had the place all to themselves. The pungent, sweaty odor wafting through the room only got worse with time.
All the more reason to leave, Rowan thought. “Can we call it a day already? I don’t have another round in me.” 
Jocelyn’s eyes swept over him, assessing. “I’ll give you a five minute water break.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Four,” she warned, crossing her arms. “You wanna take the deal or-”
“Fine, fine-” he cut her off before the hopes of any break disappeared completely. “I’ll go refill my bottle.”
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i'll pass the torch to @abelflints @inlocusmads and anyone else who sees this and needs an excuse to post that wip 🖤
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