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2026-06-21 14:00:25
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Pucking Around with Fate Sorry About Earlier
POV: KhyleThe phone screen had gone dark and bright three times since Khyle had set it on the table. He hadn't touched it. But he'd been watching it the way you watched something you weren't sure was going to hurt you, like a bruise you weren't ready to press.The first two times had been his dad checking in from the house in the suburbs, because the weather had gotten worse and Khyle had mentioned going to Gunner's mother's place and his dad had opinions about driving in weather that strong. The third time was Shane.Khyle hadn't answered any of them.The coffee had been good and he'd drunk most of it sitting on the couch in the dim living room. He hadn't turned more lights on. He wasn't feeling the brightness of his own apartment right now. He was feeling the specific quiet of a day that had gone from unremarkable to enormous and back to unremarkable in the span of a few hours, the way some days did when you were inside them and couldn't see them clearly yet.His cheek was fine. It
Pucking Around with Fate Correction
POV: GunnerGritting his teeth, Gunner wrenched the wheel into the slide and let the car do what it needed to do. The white shoulder markers swooped past his driver's side window with dizzying speed. No guard rail on this stretch of road.He kept his foot even and held the wheel, waiting for it, the sensation of the tires catching, the click of traction. He had to drive through the spin and not fight it. Ride it.The car slid another car length before it stopped on the shoulder, aimed back at where it had come from, a quarter turn into the opposite lane, front headlights flooding the wrong direction.He sat there for a moment in the stopped car with the engine running and the headlights pointing back at where he had come from. He had been going too fast in the wrong direction on black ice and the road had corrected him before he could do it himself. He sat with that for a long moment. Then he got the car turned around.He sat in the idling car on the shoulder of the road, white-knuckl
Pucking Around with Fate Black Ice
POV: Dual, Khyle and Gunner alternatingSkates against hard ice, or rubber on miles of open blacktop. Sometimes, they both helped clear the mind when nothing else would.He didn't know exactly how long he'd been driving. He just drove until the city lights turned to stars. Or until the stars replaced the city lights. Again, he didn't know.But when his chaotic thoughts slowed long enough to realize how far he'd gone, he found himself somewhere just outside the city limits, speeding down a quiet, dark stretch of dual highway, hugged by rotting snowbanks, deep ravines, and shadowed pine trees.Gunner let his foot sink like a lead weight, pushing the car from a buck thirty to one forty. Letting loose a moment longer before he'd have to rein it in for the next off-ramp. Settling right into the edge of a hefty street racing fine if he got caught. But there was no one to see it, and no cops in sight. Hardly anyone on the road as the forecast weather started to settle in. He pushed it down s
Pucking Around with Fate Stay Out Of It
POV: Dual, Gunner and KhyleGunner pulled his fist from the white crumble of drywall, teeth snapped together in a frozen snarl, wild arctic eyes drilling into Khyle's dark ones.He'd probably injured himself. But it was no different from any other day. Bruises, and cuts, and too many swollen knuckles to think about. He hardly noticed the pain over the look on Khyle's face.Khyle's eyes were hard. They were hatred.Good. He needed to be hated. Needed a reason to unleash, let loose, to get hit back.Except.Except, Khyle didn't hit him back. Wouldn't.Khyle's hands were not in fists. They could have been. He had made the decision at some point between the slam into the wall and this moment that he was not going to give Gunner a fight to run toward, because Gunner did not need a fight right now and Khyle was not entirely sure he was the one who needed to be hit. He absorbed the shove and stayed where he was.Just stared him down with nothing but harsh breaths between them. He pulled back
Pucking Around with Fate Day One
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThey both stopped talking as he entered the room. Looked at him. And Gunner took another fortifying breath to steady himself."Here." Gunner thrust the screwdriver at Khyle, pointed end out like the parry of a sword.Khyle watched him with studying eyes from the edge of the kitchen island, and took it, the tug between them as it left his hand, noticeable.He had been down there for several minutes and something had changed in the quality of his presence, the way a room changes before a storm when the pressure drops and the air goes still and the birds stop. Khyle didn't know what had happened in the basement. He had a rough idea of the shape of it. He filed it and looked at the TV mount.Khyle got up and went to the TV stand. Petra went back to work at the counter.It left Gunner standing there useless for a moment. Forgetting what he was meant to do. Until the phone rang."Gunner, could you get it," Petra smiled, hands already submerged into a bowl of fill
Pucking Around with Fate Gone
POV: Dual, Gunner and KhyleHis foot hit the last step and he moved through the basement den like an intruder, soundless and quick, passing through the open door to the laundry room and workshop without taking anything in. On a mission. Get in. Get out.Sometimes it bothered him to be down here. Sometimes it wasn't so bad. It depended on the day. But right now. His pa's lounger was missing and it wasn't right at all. Seeing it every time he came over hurt sometimes too, but it belonged there. And she'd donated it like it didn't matter. It mattered. He didn't want to get into it right now though. Not with a guest in the house.He made a right turn past the washing machine, then headed straight for one of several large red tool chests in the roomy workshop.The workshop was relatively tidy, a pegboard wall which was home to neatly hanging tools looked over a long, rustic wooden table. The usual bits of wood ends and sawdust clumps, rogue screws and colored wires that had almost always c
Pucking Around with Fate Jager
POV: KhyleGunner Jäger moved through the locker room the way certain animals moved through their natural environment. Not fast, not slow, but with the complete physical confidence of something that had never once had to consider whether it belonged somewhere. He slipped through the cluster of jost
Pucking Around with Fate Four Months Ago
POV: KhyleThe anthem was almost over.Khyle could feel it in the way the crowd was shifting, that collective intake of breath that happened in the last few bars, nineteen thousand people unconsciously bracing themselves for the moment the music stopped and the game began. He'd felt it before, in s
Pucking Around with Fate Number Fifteen
POV: GunnerHe was just finishing pulling a loose fitting navy blue crewneck over his head and tucking the hem into the waistband of his black stonewashed jeans when it happened.The sound reached him before the words did. A swell of crowd noise rolling down the corridor like water finding the lowe
Pucking Around with Fate Five Minute Major
POV: GunnerGunner Jäger stalked his way down the long corridor alone with heavy, choppy strides, the sharp blades of his skates cleaving deep, clean cuts into the padded rubber matting that lined the hallway floor.The few people he had passed moments ago had scampered toward the wall, giving the
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