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A Little Gosling (Part 2) - Goose

Pairing: Goose / Mitchell! Fem! OC | Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: (Unplanned) Pregnancy, Referenced Child Birth, Hospitals, Arguing; Female Reader but no use of Y/N or descriptions beyond being Maverick's sister

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: Maverick finds out about the little gosling.

A.N. This is Part 2 of A Little Gosling. Here's Part 1 if you missed it.

Master List

About a week passed since Goose and Maverick returned to California and it was time to discuss the elephant in the room.

Or rather, the gosling in the room.

You and Goose were both stressed about it, especially because Maverick just seemed to be so focused on the Top Gun trophy. Goose was worried about throwing Maverick off with the news, indirectly costing them the Top Gun trophy. And then Maverick would be even more pissed with him.

But your baby bump got more noticeable every single day, so there wasn’t much of a choice anymore.

You made sure to make Maverick’s favorite meal and Goose picked up Maverick’s favorite brand of beer from the store just to sweeten him up. And if Maverick thought that something was amiss when he sat down for dinner, he didn’t mention it.

Dinner was completely normal. Maverick and Goose talked about their day at Top Gun. You asked a question here or there. Goose rested his hand on your thigh and occasionally reached up to brush against your baby bump. You were wearing an oversized tee shirt that hide your well enough, but you were quite sure that Maverick was starting to notice you weight gain.

Yesterday, he asked you if you needed to borrow any of his looser shirts for the day, which was the nicest way possible of a brother telling his sister that she looked fat. And if it wasn’t for the absolute walloping that you gave him when you were kids after he called you fat, he probably would have worded it differently.

And so, there was no other option but to tell him about the little gosling. Today.

“Pete,” you called, causing Maverick to look up from his plate, “I, uh, I have something to tell you.”

“Okay, what?” Maverick asked calmly.

“Well,” you continued, sharing a look with Goose, “actually, we have something to tell you.”

“We?” Maverick repeated, frowning slightly. “We who?”

Subtly reaching over, Goose grabbed your hand and then placed your joined hands on the table to wait for Maverick’s reaction. Of course, instead of saying anything like a normal human being, Maverick just stared at your hands with a completely ashen expression. Leaning forward, you lowered your voice to the tone that you used to calm down one of your students.

“Pete? Are you okay?”

“You two are . . .” Maverick trailed off, gesturing between you and Goose. “You guys are . . .” After another breath of silence, Maverick’s expression hardened. He glared over at Goose as his tone reeked of barely contained anger. “Finish the sentence. You two are . . .”

“Together,” you stated.

“Engaged,” Goose replied at the same time.

And, well, that got everything off on the wrong foot.

“Engaged!?” Maverick exclaimed, getting to his feet. “You two are engaged!? How—don’t you have to be dating first before you get engaged?”

“We were,” you explained softly, sharing a look with Goose.

“How long?” Maverick demanded with narrowed eyes. He turned to glare at Goose in particular, who was starting to sweat through his undershirt. “How long were you hiding this from me?”

“Fourteen months,” Goose answered honestly.

“You two dated for fourteen months and you never told me!?” Maverick snapped, waving his hand to the side. Pointing a finger angrily over at Goose, Maverick raised his voice. “You dated my baby sister for fourteen months!? And now you proposed to her and you didn’t even tell me!?”

“Pete—” you tried.

“—I’ll get to you next,” Maverick interjected before turning back to Goose. “You snuck around with my baby sister and lied to me face about it!?”

“Mav, I know that you want to punch me in the face right now,” Goose started off diplomatically. “And I probably deserve it. And we definitely should have told you before this point, but . . . we are together and we are engaged and I love her more than anyone else in the world. Believe me, if you think that I’m not treating her well or that I don’t deserve her, I’ll be the first to agree with you.”

“Goose,” you admonished him, but Goose assured you that he had it.

“Well, where’s the ring?” Maverick demanded, folding his arms across his chest.

You pulled off the chain around your neck and slipped your engagement ring onto your finger. Holding it out to Maverick, you held your breath a bit to try and control your anxiety. Maverick checked your finger before straightening up.

“Well, why are you getting married? Why the rush? You’re not even two years out of college. Why the hell are you getting married?” Maverick practically demanded from you. “I mean, the only reason that I can think of for rushing into this would be because you got knocked up and I know that you two aren’t stupid enough to do that.”

“Excuse me?” you huffed, glaring up at your older brother.

“What?” Maverick scoffed right back.

“Honey, I don’t think—” Goose tried to diffuse the situation but you were already pissed.

“—You’re no saint yourself, Peter Michael Mitchell,” you snapped, ignoring your fiancé. Standing up from the table, you turned to glare at your brother. “And for the record, I would marry Goose for any reason under the sun. Even if it pisses you off, I would do it because I love him.”

“You’ll love him in two years when you have more time to think through this whole marriage thing,” Maverick argued back, sounding like a disappointed dad. “I mean, what are you doing!? What the hell are you thinking!? You’re too young to get married! You should only get married if you’re sure that you want to spend the rest of your lives together.”

“And what if we do?” you countered, glaring right back at Maverick.

“Then I would say that you’re delusional!”

“I’m not delusional! I’m pregnant, asshole!” you shouted angrily.

And just like that, you realized why Goose probably wanted you to calm down. Mitchells had a tendency to say stupid shit when they were frustrated. And well, you had intended to be more delicate with that announcement, but Maverick always knew how to push your buttons. Biting your lip, you waited for Hurricane Maverick to reach the shores.

“You’re pregnant?” Maverick repeated, his voice deadly quiet. You didn’t respond. Rounding on Goose, Maverick’s face turned an ugly shade of red. “You knocked up my sister!?”

Goose, a man who knew when he was in a dangerous situation, quickly bolted from the table.

Ice looked up from the TV, frowning when he heard a lot of yelling from outside. Slider got up from his spot on the couch and glanced out the window in time to see Goose sprinting by with Maverick right on his tail. Goose had much longer legs but Maverick was quick and he looked like a big cat ready to pounce on his prey.

“Hey, Ice,” Slider called, a little confused about what he was seeing.

“What?”

“Maverick looks like he’s going to kill Goose,” Slider replied conversationally.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” Slider spotted you hurrying after Maverick and Goose, yelling for your brother. “But Maverick’s sister is involved.”

Ice and Slider headed outside just in time to see Maverick dive for Goose’s legs to drag him to the ground. Sharing a confused and concerned look, Ice and Slider hurried over to them as you started yelling for Maverick to get off of Goose.

“Pete! Stop it! Get off of him!”

“How could you do that to my sister!?” Maverick yelled at Goose.

“Pete!”

“What the fuck is going on!?” Ice shouted over the chaos. “Get off of him, Maverick. Jesus Christ.”

Ice and Slider managed to pull a still feral Maverick off of Goose with some teamwork. Goose sat up from the ground, unharmed, but clearly anxious about the whole situation. You hurried to his side and wrapped your arms around him, assessing him for any injuries.

“Are you okay?” you asked Goose, cupping his cheeks with your hands.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he breathed out, nodding slowly. “I don’t think that he was going to hurt me.”

“What the hell is going on!?” Ice yelled, annoyed. He wrapped an arm around Maverick to prevent him from lunging forward.

“Goose knocked up my sister!” Maverick shouted out into the universe.

“Oh shit,” Slider murmured, glancing between Goose, you, and Maverick. “Well, that really does explain this whole thing.”

“Brings new meaning to ‘Mother Goose,’ eh?” Ice joked, though he looked nervous for Goose.

“Pete!” you snapped at your brother. “You don’t get to just chase after him because you’re mad! That’s not how this works!”

“He knocked you up! If he was any other guy on the planet, I wouldn’t have given him a head start!”

“Stop acting like I’m helpless or that he somehow took advantage of me!” you shouted indignantly. “Ever since we were kids, you thought that you needed to protect me. And while I appreciate that, I’m an adult now and I can make my own decisions. And I decided to marry Goose and I decided to have this baby with him, so you’re just going to have to live with that even if you don’t like it!”

“Honey,” Goose called to you, getting to his feet. “I’m okay. He has a right to be pissed at me.”

“But he doesn’t have a right to attack you,” you insisted to Goose.

“No, but . . .” Goose trailed off, turning back to Maverick. He seemed to think something over in his head before straightening up. “If I give you a free slap, can we call it even and move on, Mav?”

“Goose!” you admonished.

“Deal,” Maverick immediately agreed.

“You’re not hitting him!”

“It was his idea!” Maverick yelled back.

“Well, it’s a stupid idea!”

“I’ll be fine,” Goose assured you, squeezing your hand supportively. “I’ll take care of this. You head inside and relax. This kind of stress isn’t good for the baby. And you shouldn’t be out in the heat like this for too long.”

“I’m not letting him hit you!”

“It’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Just trust me, okay?” Goose promised you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll be fine. We just have to . . . I owe him something.”

“I’ll keep an eye on them,” Slider promised, causing you to turn. “Just one slap. Nothing more.”

“Nothing more,” Maverick agreed seriously.

“I’ll be fine,” Goose repeated once again. “Just head inside, okay?”

“I still don’t like this,” you sighed, blinking up at Goose.

“I know, that’s why you should just go lay down for a bit. We’ll handle it,” Goose assured you.

You sighed in response, causing Goose to press a peck to your lips. It perhaps wasn’t the best idea when it came to keeping Maverick happy, but if it reassured you that he had the situation under control, then he would have done it every single time. Goose turned back to Maverick as Ice escorted you back to the house and into the air conditioning.

Slider stepped back and let Maverick approach Goose. Letting out a sigh, Goose bent down a bit and left his cheek completely open for Maverick to smack it. With a clear expression of frustration, Maverick waited until you were back inside before turning for Goose. Raising his hand, Maverick let out a breath through his nose.

“For the record, I understand where you’re coming from,” Goose stated, staring up at Maverick. “She’s your little sister and I definitely crossed a line in our friendship and I’m sorry for that. I just . . . I got wrapped up in it and I was worried that if we told you then she would get spooked and leave me and I love her to death, Mav. I’d take a bullet for her without a thought. Her and the baby.”

“Goose,” Maverick warned, his anger wavering.

“I know that you’re pissed and you have more than every right to be pissed. And hell, if I was any other guy in the world who knocked her up, I probably would have helped you beat his ass. But it was me and I’m trying to take responsibility for my actions. So, I’m going to buy her a house after we finish up here. Somewhere with a nice yard for the baby and a good school system.”

“Goose, shut up.”

“And I would have married her regardless. The baby just sped everything up. I bought the ring two months into our relationship because I was in love with her and I couldn’t picture any other girl in the world. And I know that this looks insanely bad, which is why I have every intention of marrying her the second that we’re finished up here. I’ll take care of her and the baby and this whole situation.”

Maverick’s hand wavered and Goose could see the anger fading from his eyes.

“And if this proves to you how serious that I am about seeing this through, of taking care of her and the baby, then I accept it. I’ll happily take a thousand slaps for her and our baby. And I mean that, Mav. I promise, I swear on my life, that I will take care of them.”

“Stop making it difficult to hate you!” Maverick yelled back, lowering his hand back to his side.

“I’m sorry, Mav!”

“Stop sounding sincere!”

“I can’t stop that!”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Slider muttered, shaking his head at them.

“If you were any other moron on the planet, I would have knocked your lights out by now,” Maverick groaned, shaking his head.

He seemed to contemplate the situation more before turning back to Goose. Raising a finger, Maverick poked it out in Goose’s direction with a sharp look.

“If you ever hurt her, I’ll kill you.”

“I’d help you do it,” Goose promised, causing Maverick to sigh.

“Stop being nice about this!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Goose,” Maverick snapped, pulling Goose up to his full height. Composing himself and letting his anger slide away, Maverick met Goose’s gaze. “I’m still mad.”

“I know you are.”

“But I’m not going to hit you,” Maverick sighed, causing Goose to hide a smile.

“If that’s what makes you feel better.”

“But,” Maverick warned Goose, “I am godfather to this kid.”

“Of course. Who else would we pick?” Goose asked, shrugging his shoulders. “Actually, if the baby’s a boy, we were going to make his middle name ‘Peter’ after you.”

“Really?” Maverick breathed out before shaking his head. “Stop, I’m supposed to be mad at you.”

“I know,” Goose replied, pulling Maverick into a hug. “I know you are.”

“Well, that was anti-climactic,” Slider muttered under his breath.

~~~~~

A little over five months later, the little gosling was finally born.

After twenty-two agonizing hours of labor, a very stubborn and very loud Bradley Peter Bradshaw was born healthy in San Diego on a bright Friday morning. You were exhausted and Goose had gone a little green during the actual delivery part even though you told him not to look.

But Bradley was finally here and he was healthy with ten fingers and ten toes and that was all that mattered. You laid back on your pillows, cradling your son as he slowly suckled. Goose observed Bradley from his place beside you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. You smiled over at him before turning back to Bradley.

“Honey?” Goose called after a moment.

“Yeah, Goosie?”

“If you never want another baby . . . I’ll understand completely.”

You managed a tired laugh and cuddled up against your husband. He pressed a thankful kiss to your head before the two of you turned back to Bradley. Though his eyes remained closed, you were certain that he had his dad’s pair of big brown eyes that were certainly going to melt your heart the second that you finally saw them.

“I’m serious. You want anything, you let me know. Now, tomorrow, any day, just tell me and I’ll get it for you. After that whole . . .” Goose trailed off, not really sure how to explain what he saw in any way that benefited your relationship, “you get anything that you want.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you murmured, brushing back Bradley’s hair. Resting your head against Goose’s own, you smiled softly. “I’m just happy that he’s finally here.”

“He took his sweet time,” Goose agreed, adjusting the blanket wrapped around Bradley.

“It was like he was sitting on a perch, just waiting for the perfect moment to arrive,” you sighed, shaking your head.

Bradley just didn’t want to come out or cooperate with the doctors. Not until he was certain that he made his mom scream ‘get the hell out of me’ at least ten times. And his dad cry at how much pain he put his mom through.

“If only that perfect moment was twenty hours earlier.”

“I’m sure you’ll never let him forget that,” Goose mused, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Oh, absolutely not,” you agreed, smiling softly. You leaned back as Bradley released and adjusted your hospital gown. “But he’s cute, so we’ll let it slide for now.”

As you cleaned up and Goose carefully burped him, there was a knock on the door. Maverick stuck his head inside the recovery room, carrying a stuffed rooster and a bunch of balloons with him. He carefully shut the door behind him and made his way over to Goose.

“Holy hell, he’s actually here,” Maverick whispered, staring at Bradley in awe.

“Yeah, he’s here,” Goose breathed out, carefully cradling Bradley in his arms. Glancing down at the stuffed animal that Maverick had with him, Goose raised an eyebrow. “Why are you holding a chicken? Did you smack your head into the pavement on your way here?”

“The gift shop didn’t have a goose,” Maverick explained, setting the stuffed animal on the table. “So, I got the next best bird that I could find.”

Maverick walked over to you to check up on you and how you were doing. You assured him that you were fine and that he honestly probably didn’t want to know any details before you urged him to go and meet his nephew and godson. Standing beside Goose, Maverick smiled as he took in the sight of the little gosling.

“He seems to look more like a Bradshaw, but he’s going to take after his uncle,” Maverick insisted with a smirk. “Look at that expression. That has Mitchell mischief written all over it.”

“No,” you insisted seriously, glaring at your brother, “he’s going to be a little angel.”

“Of course, he is, honey,” Goose spoke up with a wide smile. He then quickly turned to speak to Maverick out of the corner of his mouth, “Don’t test her or piss her off right now. Or in the next year, actually. She will strangle you and not even blink and then I’m going to have to hide your body and I’d really prefer avoiding that, Mav.”

“Goosie, honey, I’m tired not deaf,” you stated softly before turning back to your brother. “But the threat stands, Pete. You corrupt my son and I will hurt you.”

“Well, can I at least hold him before you do that?” Maverick huffed.

With some Mother Goose oversight, Maverick held Bradley in his arms for the first time ever. Smiling down at his nephew and godson, Maverick lightly bounced Bradley to keep him settled and quiet. Adjusting the little hat on his head, Maverick memorized the curves and slopes of Bradley’s still red and squished face.

“Hey there, Brad. I’m your Uncle Mav.” Glancing up to see Goose tending to you, Maverick smiled softly at the sight. “We’re a little crazy in this family. But we love each other. And we’re so glad that you’re here.” Pausing for a moment, Maverick decided to add, “I’ll teach you how to fight. No offense to your parents, but they set you up for a lot of bad jokes with the whole double Brad name.”

“I can hear you, Pete,” you deadpanned, glaring over at your brother.

“We’ll talk about it later,” Maverick whispered to Bradley.

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Saunter (Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw x fem!Reader)

wc: 3.5k No warnings! Enjoy and please let me know what you think!! Summary: As Viper's secretary, you encounter a new set of hotshot pilots every 6 weeks, but a certain WSO catches your eye, and you can't help but fall for him...and his mustache.

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“You boys are grounded! Until further notice, neither of your asses are gonna be up in the air under any circumstance,” Viper’s voice cut through the office, sending a chill down your spine.

You had been a secretary at North Island’s ‘Fighter Weapons School’ for some time now, hopping from admiral to commander when duty saw fit. Usually, you found yourself sitting at some small, beige, creaky, metal desk a couple feet in front of one of the higher-ups’ offices, your sole purpose fetching coffee and checking in the arrogant pilots who got called in to get their asses whooped.

Two weeks ago however, when you got assigned to the beige desk outside of Viper’s office, you realized just how much business these Top Gun men meant. Every other day it seemed the same two sweaty idiots were wandering past your desk, muttering their callsigns with their heads low, and returning after a screaming fit from Viper, heads held even lower. You had never said a word to them, never really even lifted your head to notice them, just shrugged them off as another pair of cocky assholes who flew too close to the sun.

“Maverick, this is your last warning!” Viper yelled

“Yeesh,” you muttered under your breath, the tip of your pencil swirling over the name ‘Maverick’ scribbled into your ledger.

“And Goose,” Viper said quieter, almost disappointedly, “You’re a good backseater, you’re a gifted flyer, you gotta stop letting an idiot like Maverick play with your life like that,” he finished with an almost fatherly tone.

“Final warning boys,” Viper sighed, “do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir,” their voices intersected each other, morale completely defeated.

You found yourself tracing the two o’s in Goose’s name when the also creaky door to Viper’s office opened, startling you enough to look over to the two men coming out, heads low. The one in front was shorter, strong build, jet black hair, and the other was tall, lanky, blonde, and had a mustache…and boy were you a sucker for a good mustache.

“That sounded brutal,” you said quietly, your eyes darting to the taller one’s briefly, catching his gaze and sending a blush through your cheeks.

“Brutal doesn’t even begin to describe it,” the shorter one said, his palms darting up to cover his eyes, “ugh Goose what the hell are we gonna do?”

So that was his name. He was Goose, Viper’s so called ‘gifted flier.’

“What are we gonna do?” Goose questioned, revealing his sweet lilted voice, “Mav I love you buddy but only one of us is flying the plane…what we do up there is kinda on you.” He sounded defeated, like he felt bad for having to reality check his best friend after such a serious conversation with Viper.

“Yeah, yeah,” Maverick shrugged him off, walking instead over to the front of your desk, “hey you’re here all the time right?”

Was he asking you? You looked up from your ledger to meet his hooded blue eyes.

“Me?” You asked, surprised, eliciting a chuckle from Goose

“Yeah, you.” Maverick responded, “you’re outside of Viper’s office all the time…does he get this pissed at all his pilots?”

“Well,” you looked down at your ledger to read his name, “Maverick,” you turned to Goose, “and Goose,” he smiled at you saying his name, “I’ve been here for all of two weeks, but I can say with absolute certainty that neither has anyone come in as frequently as you two, nor has anyone gotten Viper as riled up…”

Maverick hung his head as Goose walked over to him, patting him on the back.

“Motherfucker!” Maverick yelled, slamming his fist down on your desk, making it rattle and sending your pencil from your hand.

Goose bent down to pick up your pencil, standing to place it delicately in your hand and greet you with his tender gaze and warm smile, his teeth barely peeking through his mustache.

“You’ll have to excuse my dear friend Maverick here,” he said sarcastically, placing his hands on his friend’s shoulders to guide him up from your desk, “he’s had a bit of a rough day and unfortunately likes to handle that by making rash decisions that put everyone’s lives in danger,” Goose pat him on the back with a chuckle

“That’s about what I’ve gathered from all your little conversations in there,” you said as you gestured to Viper’s office.

“You’ve heard all those, have you?”

“Oh yeah,” you chuckled, “probably a little more than I’d like to, Goose”

He blushed as you said his name again, a smile peeking through his mustache once more.

“Well, I better be getting this flyboy home so he can forget today ever happened,” he said as he slapped Maverick’s chest, making him groan in annoyance, “ain’t that right honey?”

“As much as I love your company, I’m hoping I don’t see either of you again, for the sake of your careers,” you said, making Goose chuckle and Maverick groan again.

“My name’s y/n by the way,” you said quickly as they started to shuffle away, but they didn’t seem to hear you.

“What was that?” Goose asked, turning around and leaning back so he could face you

“Oh,” you blushed, mostly out of embarrassment, “I said my name is y/n”

“Y/n” Goose repeated, your name rolling off his tongue sending chills down your spine, “I like it…I think I’ll remember it”

You laughed, shooting them a small salute as Goose turned around and walked with his best friend to the parking lot, leaving you alone to question how you couldn’t stop thinking about a certain naval aviator.

“Y/n!” Viper’s yell cut you out of your daydream, spinning you around in your chair to face him

“Yes sir?”

“Fix this damn door when you’re done fawning over my flyers, it's too damn creaky!

“Oh god,” you blushed, making Viper chuckle, “yes sir”

“Listen Y/n,” his tone changed, returning to the normal calm voice you were used to when he talked to you, “I’m fine with it…as long as it's not Maverick”

“It's definitely not Maverick sir”

“So it's Goose then?”

“Why are you asking me about this, sir?” you couldn’t help but question him. You had been working with Viper for weeks now and although he had always been friendly towards you, and you had shared a few conversations in between meetings here and there, he had never asked you anything personal.

“Because I’ve been standing here since you botched telling Goose your name…and it’s hard not to notice.”

“Oh god have you actually?”

“You were so flustered you didn’t even hear the door creak…” he clicked his tongue, “I guess I’ll have to find more reasons to bring Bradshaw in here then…” he taunted as he turned around and walked back into his office, closing the very creaky door behind him.

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“You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your liiips,” a warped voice sang from within the bar next to base.

You had talked yourself into going out and trying to make some friends, and the best place for that just so happened to be the bar a mere 2 blocks from your work. It had been months since you moved here and you still knew virtually nobody outside of Viper who you guessed counted as a friend now? You had let your hair down after work, and had swapped your suit jacket and skirt out for high waisted jeans and a light sweater. Nothing fancy, but also nothing that screamed military, just something that would help you blend in a bit.

The awful voice continued to sing, now joined by what sounded like twenty other equally awful voices, “You’ve lost that lovin feelin!”

“Oh god,” you thought to yourself, wondering how you planned on accomplishing anything in there.

Once you were inside you saw a crowd of navy men in their dress whites dissipating from the bar, some laughing, some continuing to sing the remainder of the song. At the epicenter of it all was none other than Maverick. Of course. Sitting next to him was a rather flushed blonde woman wearing a very similar outfit to you, and Maverick was obviously trying to work his charm.

Your gaze traveled from Maverick to other parts of the room, glancing at couples sitting in booths along the walls, aviators trying to chat up women at tables scattered around, and lone men in white nursing their beers throughout the bar. Eventually your eyes settled on one blonde, mustached man in particular, Goose. He was sat at the opposite end of the bar as Maverick, beer in hand, eyes wandering the label of the bottle.

This was your chance.

You sauntered over, hands deep in the pockets of your jeans fiddling with the fabric. Goose didn’t even look up when you approached him, too lost in the contents of his beer to even notice your presence, you just stood there amused, watching him lost in thought.

“Evenin’ sailor,” you said softly, a blush creeping along your cheeks as Goose’s eyes drifted up the barrel of the bottle, up your frame, and eventually to your eyes.

“Well I’ll be damned!” He beamed, scooting over and patting the bar stool beside him, “if it isn’t miss secretary herself.”

“You keep calling me that and I’m gonna think you forgot my name, Chicken,” you teased as you purposefully messed up his callsign, eliciting a sweet melodic laugh from his lips.

“How could I ever forget a name as beautiful as y/n,” he said as he tilted his head down, his eyes looking up at yours through his lashes.

“Well well, the Goose has a good memory,” you smiled, flagging down the bartender to order a beer for yourself

“I’ll have whatever he’s having,” you said, resting your elbows on the bartop

“Put it on my tab,” Goose interjected, shooting a quick wink your way

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to flirt with me sir,” you shot him a suspicious look

“Well who says I’m not?” Goose asked, shooting the same look your way

“I just find it hard to flirt with a man who’s only identification is the name of a bird” you said sarcastically, accepting your beer from the bartender and taking a sip

“Lieutenant Nicholas Brashaw, callsign Goose,” he drawled out, holding his hand out for you to shake

“Y/n L/n, secretary” you said with the same tone, placing your hand in his

Goose brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of it, his mustache hairs tickling your skin and giving you a chill.

“So, Nick, I gotta ask you,” you began as soon as Goose let your hand go

“Shoot,” he prompted you, taking a sip of his beer

“Why on earth do you all let Maverick sing if he’s so damn bad at it?”

Goose threw his head back in a laugh, “It's a bet.”

“A bet?”

“Twenty bucks…he’s gotta have carnal knowledge of a lady on the premises…and that is our top selling approach”

“Top selling huh? So you’ve done this before?”

“Once for Mav, he crashed and burned…never for me though”

“And why not? The bet doesn’t extend both ways?”

“Well I guess it's cause you weren’t here to catch my eye,” he smiled a confident smile at you, “had I seen you sitting across the bar all by yourself, well it wouldn’t have been Mav up there singing today”

“Oh you would have done that for me?” You chuckled

“Honey I’ll sing you whatever song you want whenever you want it”

“You’re one smooth man Goose,” you smiled at him, he smiled back, making you both blush.

Just as Goose was about to speak, the blonde woman from earlier walked by, fixing her lipstick with her finger

“Your friend was magnificent by the way,” she chimed as she walked by, causing your and Goose’s mouths to drop. Maverick followed close behind, a spring in his step.

“Nah,” Goose said, his eyes on the woman, “nah!” he said even louder as his eyes found his best friend.

“I can’t believe that actually worked,” you said stunned, turning to face Maverick as he approached you and Goose.

“What can I say,” Maverick shrugged, a cocky smile plastered on his face.

“There’s no way,” Goose said, mouth agape, “there’s really no way Mav”

“Where there’s a will, Goosey, there’s a way,” Maverick said, slapping Goose on the shoulder, “I see you’ve found our secretary from earlier”

You tilted your beer up to cheer Mav, who was now sitting on Goose’s other side.

“You know Goose here hasn’t shut up about you-”

“No no no no,” Goose turned to face him, placing a hand over Maverick’s mouth, “we don’t need to talk about that Mav, we don’t need to bring that up I don’t think”

“Oh yes we do Goose,” he muttered through Goose’s hand.

“No, Goose, let him talk,” you bit your lip as you smiled at Maverick, “I want to hear what he has to say about you”

“The woman wants to hear,” Maverick muttered

“Mav, it's not happening. I’ll stay here all night if I have to”

“Goose!” You whined, “I want to know!”

Maverick pried Goose’s hand from his mouth for enough time to blurt out, “hasn’t shut up about you since we left base today! Said he thinks you’re gorgeous!”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Goose said, getting up and facing his best friend, “that’s it, Mav, you’re a dead man”

“Awww,” you chuckled as Goose grabbed Maverick by his collar and threw him off his stool, sending Maverick into a laughing fit nearby,

“Pretend you didn’t hear any of that,” Goose said as he sat back down

“That’s not happening” you said as you shook your head

“And why not?”

“Cause I’ve been thinking the same thing,” you blushed. Maverick returned in time to slap his friend on the back in congratulations.

“Yeehaw!” Goose exclaimed, his cheeks burning red and his smile beaming towards you. You couldn’t help but smile back at him.

–

Now you were sat at your desk, pencil in your hand, waiting to check in whoever Viper was gonna sink his teeth into next. Your mind however was replaying the events of several nights ago, when you and Maverick and Goose became a sort of inseparable trio at the bar: Goose’s sweet flirtations filling your ears every chance he got, and his arm swung around the back of your seat in Maverick’s car as they drove you to your house, and Goose’s gentle kiss on your hand as he said goodnight to you.

“Goodmorning ma’am,” a voice cut you out of your daze. Your eyes traced up the slender frame to Goose, a goofy smile plastered on his face.

“Morning lieutenant,” you spoke softly, “am I meant to check you in? You and Maverick get up to trouble again?”

Goose laughed, “no, no, Mav left his ego at home today and we landed early, so I wanted to stop by and say hi”

“Well hi,” you blinked up at him

“Hi” he said back confidently, “listen I was hoping you’d want to uh-”

“Bradshaw!” Viper’s voice rang from the other side of the door.

“Oh god,” you laughed, eyes darting down to your ledger

“I'm in for it now honey,” Goose said as he stood up straight and prepared for Viper’s reprimanding

“Lieutenant,” he began, the squeaking of the door muffling his words, “you're not distracting my secretary are you?”

“I hope not sir”

“I don't know if I believe you Bradshaw. Whether or not distraction was your intention, she looks pretty distracted to me,” Viper smiled down at you

“Sir,” you shook your head as you plopped your face into your hands to conceal your blush

“She was working perfectly before you arrived Lieutenant, and now she can't even lift her head high enough to read what's on the page in front of her!” Viper yelled sarcastically, gesturing to you, “you better right your wrongs or I'll have you and that hotshot pilot of yours grounded for another week!”

Viper spun around, shooting you a wink as you raised your head from your hands, and closed the door to his office, satisfied with his work.

“Well…” you began

“Commander's orders miss L/n…what could I possibly do to rectify the situation,” Goose jokingly pondered

“Hmmm let's think,” you said, twirling your pen

“How's about I take you out…” Goose blushed, his mustache curling up into a smile, “on a date.”

“A date?” You teased

“Yeah. Just you and me. No idiot Maverick to tease us the whole time,” he smiled

“Yeah Bradshaw, I’d like that”

“You free tonight honey?” He drawled

“Pick me up at six Lieutenant, not a minute later,” you shook your pencil at him

With a salute and a “yes ma'am,” Goose was walking down the hallway head held high.

–

5:59 the clock blinked as you sat in front of it, makeup and hair done, a light blue slip dress gently hugging your frame. This had felt like the longest minute of your life, sitting in front of your digital clock just waiting for the minute to change and Goose to arrive.

6:00 blinked and your heart started racing uncontrollably. The noise of it thumping was so loud it just about drowned out the knocking at your door. Breathing sharply to calm down, you stood up and smoothed out your dress, heading slowly towards the front door.

Opening it, your eyes scanned up Goose’s frame, taking in his pressed khaki pants, his white button down tucked into it, sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone, and his mustache curled up into a smile.

“My goodness,” he hollered, “don’t you look mighty fine darlin”

“Back at ya flyboy,” you blushed

“You ready for the best date of your life?” Goose asked, his soft eyes gazing down into yours.

“I’ve been thinking about it all day, Viper hasn’t heard the end of it,” you said as you locked your door and followed Goose to his bronco.

“Is that right, sugar?” He asked as he helped you into the passenger seat, goofy smile curling his mustache

“Oh yeah Lieutenant”

“Even the part about Viper?” He asked as he walked around to the driver’s seat and hopped in

“Especially the part about Viper. You better be on your best behavior or he’ll be hot on your tail,” you joked

“Ah-ha,” Goose hollered.

Goose drove you two down the sunset-lit road, gentle rock music playing from his stereo, his aviators resting gently on the bridge of his nose as his hand grasped the headrest of your seat.

–

Your date with Goose was full of laughter, good food, many drinks, and even more flirting. He told you the story of how he joined the Navy, and how he met Maverick in training and they became attached at the hip, and even how he was nervous about Maverick’s flying sometimes but he trusted him with his life. He asked you all about yourself, and as you told him about your upbringing and your career and your family, he sat with his head in his hands staring at you with bright eyes and curiosity. You loved listening to him talk about himself, and from the looks of him it seemed he felt the same about you.

After offering to pay multiple times, Goose finally wore you down as he set cash, plus a generous tip, down on the table.

“Thanks Goose,” you said genuinely, grabbing his hand in your own and looking him deep in the eyes.

“Anything for you, sugar,” he returned your gaze with a smile, his mustache curling over his lip, “ready to hit the road?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, keeping your hand in his as you stood up from your booth and walked towards the door, “where to next?”

“If it's not too forward,” he began, leaning down to speak softly into your ear once you exited the restaurant, “and tell me if it is…but I was hoping you’d want to come back to my place for a little?”

“And what exactly is there to do at your place?” You feigned confusion.

Goose simply shrugged, a smirk threatening his lips, as he walked to the passenger side of his car and opened the door for you.

“Never leave room for the imagination, Bradshaw,” you muttered, getting in the car and watching Goose saunter around to the driver’s side.

With a smile on his face, Goose’s hand traveled across the center console until it found yours, his fingers gently lacing with yours as his thumb rubbed gentle circles while you drove the short distance back to Goose’s house.

–

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