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make you miss me (bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: this has been in my head for days. it turned into the longest thing i’ve ever written without even trying. tis my babyyyyyyy be nice

inspired by “make you miss me” by sam hunt

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warnings: reckless & underage drinking, references to hooking up but nothing explicit, making out, swearing (dude i say the f word at least 16 times), rooster is a cocky, suggestive shit but what else is new, rooster would never take advantage of a drunk woman because his momma raised him right, rooster don’t believe in that toxic masculinity shit he is a CRIER, we don’t get told when rooster’s papers got pulled so i made it up, i grew up near the miramar base and i still don’t know shit about how the military works, when my friend reads this i hope she appreciates my references to ABBA, Amelia is just always at the bar because i said so

word count: 8,053

You’d met Rooster your first year of college. You had come out to San Diego for school with no expectations of what you might find. You were on your own, independent for the first time in your life and you were determined to find yourself. You wanted to let loose and experience college in its fullest, which meant going to parties and hooking up with boys and getting drunk on the weekends and everything else others’ tales of college promised. So when your new room mate invited you out to a bonfire at the beach that night, you knew you’d be a fool to pass it up. You went with her, giggling as you got to the beach, having already pregamed in your dorm before arriving. A drink was thrust into your hand as you arrived to the group and mingled around with the people there. You were beginning to get more than tipsy when your room mate grabbed your arm. You looked at her in confusion, but quickly understood. At the edge of the party stood a group of boys who were far more attractive than your average college student. You bit your lip as you locked eyes with the brunette of the group who’s eyes warmed your soul. His aviators were perched low on his nose, and he pushed them up as he made your way to you. Your room mate drunkenly squealed as he walked over, hitting your arm. You had to admit, whoever this man was, he was fine. And honestly, this would make for a memorable first college hook-up. “Ladies.” He greeted, lowering his glasses so he could send your room mate a wink. You laughed, taking another sip of your drink. You frowned, realizing it was the last of it, and your room mate realized she was out too. 

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