6 Works by Brite
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It feels wrong, a stranger with that word in his mouth, looking at him like he’s worth something. His skin crawls, the itch of healing bruises.
Or, there is a before, a during, and an after. Jake Seresin's life in five acts.
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I tell you it's all okay (I know I've thrown it all away) by Brite
Fandoms: Top Gun (Movies)
31 Dec 2022
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“The only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave.”
He doesn’t miss the way Javy’s gaze swings to him, or how the laughter dies on Nat’s tongue. His own smile broadens, plastic and brittle, the pool cue creaking in his grip as he leans in toward Rooster. There’s venom on his tongue, a disquiet that roils up like water finally boiled. It’s his daddy in him, that quiet rage that whispers more than it yells, that scars more than it bruises.
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I don’t think I really like myself (I’m good at letting you go) by Brite
Fandoms: Top Gun (Movies)
29 Oct 2022
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No one will tell Bradley that he needs to just fucking let go, that he needs to fly.
No one will cut comms. No one will defy Cyclone’s direct orders.
Jake has been a no-one for the entirety of his life and he is never more grateful for it than when he hears the panicked lilt of Apache’s relay radio—Dagger Two is hit, repeat, Dagger Two is hit!
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The itch he’d been trying to scratch by getting back out on the asphalt throbbed with every thrum of his pulse. Ghosts of shattered glass and sun hot after shocks chasing him mile for mile. Where was he going, where was he fucking going?
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Brian grinned, relishing the slight twitch in Dom’s eye at the sight of the blood in his teeth, it was probably the most remorse he’d get out of him. “You drive that black ’70 Charger RT? It’s not registered to you, Dom Toretto.”
The furrow between Dom’s brows deepened, his chin dipping just slightly in the affirmative. “It wouldn’t be, it’s in my father’s name.”
“Well there’s a hit out on the driver,” Brian said, raking his eyes over Dom and trying to size up what exactly the detective might have stumbled across that warranted such a hefty bounty.
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“I thought you quit.”
Brian flicked ash off the end of his cigarette, watching the embers flare briefly before fading into the obscurity of the gray dawn light. “I say the same thing every time I sleep with you and look where we are,” he murmured, the downward curve of his lips deepening as a broad hand reached over his shoulder, snagging the last of the smoldering length and grinding it out on the wrought iron railing of the balcony.