You Know Why
Pairing: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Female Reader.
Summary: You’re a sexy sweetheart with a past and a toxic boyfriend. Goose sees that and wants better for you. Why? You know why. ❤️
Warnings: Fluff, romantic, hurt/comfort, reader has jerk boyfriend, toxic relationship, some curse words, punching, Goose becoming “Mr. Steal Your Girl”. ;)
Word Count: 4,787
A/N: I couldn’t come up with a name I liked for Reader’s boyfriend in this so he’s just “Boyfriend” LOL. The word “Squid” used in this story is a common nickname for Navy sailors, usually intended as a mild insult. This idea comes from the 150 Random Writing Prompts list by @writinginstardust.
“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”
“Blue Hawaii” and “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley. 🎵
I really like this one. 😍 I hope you enjoy! :)
Lieutenant JG Nick "Goose" Bradshaw thought he always knew what his type of girl was. He wanted one that shared his sense of humor and values. Someone who didn't mind his silly antics with his best friend and someone who could understand how important his service to the Navy was to him. Someone he could feel comfortable with introducing to his mother. He let his friend, Maverick, chase the hot-to-trot bombshells. As nice as they were to look at, Goose knew he didn't want the hassle and drama those types inevitably came with. Or at least that's what he thought until he met you.
You worked at a little hole in the wall BBQ restaurant near the docks. The wall decor was tacky and the air always had the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. None of that mattered to Goose. The pulled pork sandwich was to die for and best of all, the restaurant had an old upright piano in the corner open for anyone to play. At least that's what he told himself on the reasons why he kept coming back. You were leggy and buxom. A "body built for sin", as they say, or even for the pages of a girlie magazine, as it was rumored you had once posed nude in one.
"I'm telling ya, man! I've seen her in there as Miss March, like, a year ago." Wolfman once told Goose during a round of locker room talk.
"Yeah, you say that but you fail to come up with the evidence." Hollywood chimed in, laughing, while Wolfman claimed he no longer had the magazine to prove it.
"Mother Goose got the hots for a centerfold?" joked Slider.
"She's not a centerfold." Goose flatly stated despite not being quite sure of himself. He didn't know why he suddenly couldn't come up with one of his quick quips. "She's not..."
As if reading his friend's mind Maverick spoke up.
"Hey, so what if she is?" He said to no one in particular.
"Like any of you horn dogs really care?"
Maverick turned and smiled and nodded at Goose who returned the nod. The conversation went in another direction and all was quickly forgotten. Except Goose didn't forget. He couldn't stop thinking about you.
Your story was that you had moved out to California from some small town in the Midwest. Like many girls before you, the bright lights of Hollywood had attracted you and your ambition was to make it as an actress or a model. Needless to say, your Tinseltown dreams never panned out. Not wanting to go back home but no longer able to afford L.A., you relocated south to much more laid back San Diego.
It really didn't matter to Goose whether or not you'd been a centerfold or whatever else was in your past. That was the least of it. His real problem was with that goddamn boyfriend of yours.
...
Goose sat on the piano bench in the restaurant, messing around on the keys, lazily playing whatever song came to his mind. It was early on a Friday night and the place seemed deserted at the time. It was only him, the bartender, and one other patron who looked half asleep at the bar.
Goose hummed a few notes. From where he sat, he could see the small parking lot. He saw you sitting in the passenger seat of your boyfriend's Trans AM. Even from the distance, Goose could feel the tension. Your arms were folded across your chest, your face turned away from the guy in the driver's seat. The RIO watched your boyfriend's lips move. He was yelling at you, that was for sure. It made Goose shift uncomfortably. He didn't like it when any man raised his voice at a woman. You turned and said something back to your boyfriend, your face did not look happy. You turned again and made an attempt to exit the car, when the guy grabbed your arm. Goose felt ready to jump up to your defense but you quickly shook your boyfriend off and got out of the car in a huff. You slammed the passenger door so hard it rattled the car windows. Your boyfriend peeled out moments later.
You opened the door and stomped inside. You were so fired up you didn't even notice Goose sitting there at the piano until he casually said:
"Trouble in paradise?"
You froze and looked at Goose. He was in jeans with a T-shirt and a blue Hawaiian shirt.
He kept his eyes on the piano keys.
"Goose." You said. Just seeing him made you calm down a bit.
You walked over to the piano and stood next to him.
"Where's your partner in crime?" You asked.
Goose smiled and glanced at you over the bridge of his aviators.
"Mav? Oh, I imagine by now he's probably shacked up with some lady he picked up at the O club."
Goose paused and quickly added: "I mean, he had a date. Yeah, that's it. A date."
You chuckled as he winked and hit some keys trying his best to imitate the sound of a comedic rim shot.
"Have a seat, honey." He offered, nodding to the bench.
You had some time before your shift started. You slid your purse strap off your shoulder and rested it on top of the piano as you took a seat next to Goose.
"Everything OK, Y/N?" Goose asked, cautiously. He made it no secret he was not fond of your boyfriend at all.
You nodded and said: "Yes. I'm fine, Nick. Thanks."
He didn't press and you didn't offer anymore.
You reached out and touched a few keys.
"I never learned to play an instrument." You told him, changing the subject.
"It was just never a thing in my house. Growing up."
That was another thing. You didn't like to talk about your family.
He had been struggling all night to figure out what to play. "Great Balls of Fire" was his favorite song but sometimes he felt like switching it up.
Wanting to lighten the mood, an idea popped into his head and he started playing.
"Night and you/And Blue Hawaii/The night is heavenly..."
He turned and and smiled at you and continued singing:
"And you are heaven to me."
You felt your heart flutter and your cheeks blush.
"That's my favorite Elvis movie. Blue Hawaii." You mentioned.
"Yeah? It was on TV in the rec room last night." Goose said.
"I've always wanted to go there." There was a wistful tone to your voice.
"To Miramar's rec room?" Goose suggested. "It's nothing special. Let me tell ya."
You laugh. "No, you dork! I meant Hawaii."
Goose smiled and kept playing.
"You mean you've never been?!" Goose asked like it was impossible.
"Well, we should go! And WHO are you calling a DORK, missy?!"
You laughed and shook your head at his silliness but he went on.
"No, seriously, let's go, Y/N. It's beautiful! You'll love it! We'll go to Pearl Harbor first. Gotta pay our respects."
You giggle. "Of course, Goose."
"That's right! And then we'll do all the touristy shit, ya know? Like, we'll go to Waikiki Beach. It's crowded as all get out but don't worry we can still have fun. We can go swimming or surfing or snorkeling. Whatever you want, babe."
Goose winked at you as he continued to tickle the ivories. You couldn't help but smile. The man always knew how to make you smile.
"We'll go to a luau," Goose said. "Eat some pig that's been in the ground for half a day. Drink as many of those fruity drinks you like."
Playing along, you joke:
"Yeah and maybe if we're lucky we'll both get... Lei-ed."
Goose stopped playing and let out one of his loud, wild, and infectious laughs.
"Oh, baby!" He cackled. "At this point, I'd settle for a hula girl shaking her grass skirt in my face. But yes, ma'am!" He drawled.
"I always appreciate a nice lei." He gave you a knowing look over his sunglasses.
"You and me both, Navy man." You winked.
"Great Balls of Fire!" Goose quickly slid his hand back and forth across the keys so it made a range of notes.
You both loved the way you flirted with one another. Not so much in an overt sexually charged way but in a more tongue-in-cheek way.
"You're sweet, Goose. But I know it's all just a pipe dream." You sigh.
"Why do you say that?" He asks, softly, eyes still on the keys.
A beat of silence passes between the two of you.
"You know why." You replied.
"It doesn't have to be that way, Y/N." Goose replied.
Something about the way he spoke and the soft melody he was now playing made your heart feel like it was melting.
Changing the subject, you glanced at your watch and said you better get going but he gently touched your arm, stopping you.
"Wait," Goose said. "C'mere. I wanna show you something."
He patted his lap.
You raise an eyebrow. "What?"
"C'mere," Goose repeated, smiling. "This won't take long, I swear."
He pushes the bench back a little bit so you could stand up and sit on his lap.
You shoot him a quizzical look as you settled yourself on his lap. You feel butterflies dance in your stomach as he pulls you closer and his arms cover yours.
"This will be your first piano lesson." Goose tells you.
You laughed and turn to look back at him. "What?! Are you serious?"
"Don't worry, honey, it will be a freebie lesson. After that, I'm afraid I'll have to start charging. A guy's gotta eat, ya know?"
You can't help but giggle as Goose reminds you that you had just mentioned how you always wanted to learn an instrument.
"Yeah, but not right now!" You exclaimed.
"Oh, hush," Goose replied. "You're being a very difficult student to work with, young lady."
He turns you back so you are facing the piano. He places your fingers on the keys and rests his hands on top of yours.
He leans his head over your right shoulder and guides you on which keys to play. You can feel his breath hot in your ear.
The notes you make don't sound nearly as good as when Goose plays.
"That's all right, darlin,'" He coaxed. "It's a little awkward your first time but you practice enough and it will come more naturally."
He really didn't intend that as innuendo but you both catch it and chuckle.
Goose worked the pedal below while you kept trying the keys he taught.
"I'm no good at this," You comment.
"Here, let me show you."
Goose takes your hands off the keys but makes no indication that he wants you to get up so you stayed seated in his lap.
His arms flanked around yours and he shifted his body to scoot closer to the piano and you could feel his chest flush against your back. You caught a faint whiff of his woodsy cologne.
He started to play but he wasn't playing the same thing as before.
Gradually, you recognized the tune and it all started to click.
"Wise men say/Only fools rush in/But I can't help/Falling in love with you."
Goose sang softly in your ear.
You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you let out a sigh.
Sitting there in Goose's lap with his arms around you, the warmth of his body heat, his smooth singing voice serenading you, it felt so good. You felt warm, safe, and loved. Things you hadn't felt from anybody in a long time.
As Goose continued to sing, you closed your eyes and surrendered to the moment. Soon he was slowly rocking you side to side to the music. His face was so close to yours, you could feel his mustache brush against your skin.
"Take my hand/Take my whole life, too/For I can't help/Falling in love with you."
Goose finished singing and you both sat very still for a moment. Slowly, you twisted around to face him. He lifted his aviators up and rested them on top of his head. Your noses were practically touching. You were both staring at each other's lips. You both were breathing heavily.
You both wanted to say something but couldn't. You felt your bottom lip tremble but whether it was from anxiety or anticipation, you weren't sure.
Goose reached up and pressed his thumb to your lips and brushed it back and forth. Just when you felt like you couldn't stand it any longer, he leaned in and your eyes closed anticipating his kiss.
"Hey, Bradshaw!"
The voice of the restaurant manager made the two of you jump. It gave you such a jolt of surprise that you accidentally tipped backwards, catching yourself on the piano keys, resulting in a medley of sour notes. Goose reached out and helped you steady yourself.
"Are you gonna turn my waitress loose any time this year?"
The manager joked. He was a friendly, middle aged man.
"Dinner crowd's gonna be coming in shortly." He explained, his head sticking out from the kitchen door.
You watched as a range of emotions crossed Goose's face as he tried to pull himself together. He also had got lost in the moment before and had forgotten where he was. It was such an easy thing to do for both of you when you spent time together. He swore under his breath.
"Uh, yeah!" Goose called out your boss. "Sure thing, man! She's all yours."
Goose reluctantly released you. The piano bench made a scraping noise across the title as he pushed away from the instrument to allow you to stand up.
You gathered your purse and turned back to Goose. He remained seated on the bench, looking up at you with wide brown eyes.
"Thanks for the piano lesson, Goose," You tell him. "I gotta get to work now. See you around."
"Y/N, wait."
You shake your head no and started to move away as he stood up.
"No. I'm sorry, Nick."
Was it your imagination or did your voice just crack when you said his real name? It must have because you noticed the change in Goose's face. His brown eyes, reflecting concern. You both knew you only called him by his real name when you were being serious.
"I'll come back." Goose said. "Later. Tonight. When you're off."
You sigh. "That...That wouldn't be a very good idea. "
Goose inhaled and exhaled a very audible sigh of frustration.
"Your boyfriend? Is he coming back?"
You nodded.
"Look, I just don't want there to be any trouble..."
"Trouble?!" Goose repeated. He motioned to himself, trying to lighten the mood.
"C'mon. Do I honestly look like trouble?"
There was a beat and he added:
"OK, so I DO look like trouble but that's only when I'm with Maverick. He's a bad influence on me. Other than that I'm an angel, baby, I swear." He made a show of crossing his heart.
"Yes," You chuckle. "Yes, you are, Goose."
Damn this man, you thought. Damn this irresistibly charming, handsome and heartwarming man.
"Go to work, honey," Goose said. "I'll come back. "
...
Shit. Goose thought. The chance was right there and if it hadn't been for the worst timing in the world from your manager, you two would have kissed. One thing was made crystal clear: you felt the same way he did.
Goose never thought of himself as the type that would deliberately swipe another guy's girl. Tonight that was going to change. His reasons were valid. He was coming back and he didn't care if it started "trouble" or not. He wasn't afraid of your boyfriend and you shouldn't be either. You deserved better and he was going to give it to you. He was going to make you his.
All throughout your shift you couldn't get your mind off of Goose and the almost kiss you had with him at the piano. You kept replaying the scene over and over in your head. Oh God, how much you wanted him. And he wanted you, too. You told him not to come back but you hoped he wouldn't listen.
Please come back, Goosey. Baby, please.
You clocked out and when you walked out into the dining room, you felt your heart soar like a F-14 launched off the catapult.
Goose was waiting for you.
"Hey," He said, smiling. "I'm back."
"I see that." You said.
You wanted to run to him. You wanted to jump in his arms and plant kisses all over his pretty face but you restrained yourself.
He offered you his arm.
"C'mere. Walk with me awhile."
You walked together down to the pier. The night had a warm, balmy breeze. You both stopped along side the railing looking out at the twinkling lights of the passing boats.
"He's coming back to pick me up." You blurted, referring to your boyfriend. You were looking to break the awkward silence. You turned to face Goose.
"He's taking me on a date," You explain.
Goose only nodded and listened to you explain how your boyfriend had been asking you to move in with him. He had been starting to get very adamant it and it was causing problems, among other things.
"Does he hit you?" Goose asked, carefully.
You shook your head no.
"Don't lie to me, Y/N. You can tell me. You know that."
"I would never lie to you, Goose. You know that."
Goose nodded.
"I know you wouldn't, baby."
There was something about the way he said that. It was so firm yet so warm and gentle. You felt your eyes well up with tears. You managed to kept them at bay.
"Look, Y/N," Goose started. You wondered if you were finally going to discuss what almost happened at the piano earlier.
"Do me a favor." Goose stated, taking your hands in his.
He hesitated before looking you square in the eyes.
"Don't go on that date."
You stood there for a moment, holding hands and eye contact.
You felt your bottom lip tremble again.
"Why?" It was all you could manage to squeak out.
"You know why."
Goose reached up and brushed his thumb across your lip.
You couldn't take it anymore.
"Say it."
To your surprise, Goose shook his head no.
"Say it," You demand. "Say it, Nick! Say it!"
Goose kept shaking his head.
"No, honey. I'm done talking."
Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. You immediately surrendered to his embrace. Your hands were moving all over each other. He pulled you as flush as he could to his body. You let your hands slide up his sides, over his neck and into his hair. You had wondered before what kind of kisser he would be. He did not disappoint. His tongue danced with yours over and over in the most tender and loving way. A moan escaped from your mouth and Goose squeezed you tighter.
Goose reluctantly released you when it became necessary to breathe again.
Your eyes fluttered open. You both were panting steadily.
"Oh, Goosey," You whispered.
You hugged him again, pressing your face into his chest. You felt his arms wrap around you, feeling like a cozy blanket .
"Talk to me, honey," He soothed. "What is it?"
"I've made so many mistakes in my past." You told him. "I'm not proud of the things I've done."
Just thinking about your life back in L.A. made you want to cringe.
You looked at the gold cross that he wore on a short chain around his neck next to his dog tags. You reached up and rubbed the pendant between your fingers.
"I used to go church," You said, not sure why you were telling him this. "I used to be a good girl. Once upon a time. You're such a good man. You should get yourself a nice church girl, Goose. A good girl."
Goose cupped your chin and tilted your head to make you look up at him.
"I don't need to do that. I already got a good girl."
You were both smiling when he leaned down and kissed you again. He wanted to communicate through the kiss. He wanted you to know nobody was perfect, everybody has made mistakes, it didn't matter what your past was, the time was now and that's all that mattered.
The kiss was abruptly interrupted when a booming voice from behind said your name.
"Y/N?! What the HELL is going on?!"
You froze stiff. Goose immediately pulled you off to his side, moving in a defensive position in front of you. His protective mode had been activated.
There was your boyfriend, standing there just a few feet away.
He was shooting daggers at you with his eyes.
"I've been looking all over for you. Your boss said you left thirty minutes ago?!"
His glare found Goose.
"And who the fuck is this clown?!" He was looking at the aviator but speaking to you.
You felt your stomach knot with fear. You didn't want there to be a scene. You didn't want anyone to get hurt.
"No, no, no, pal," Goose answered, waving his index finger, voice dripping with sarcasm. "There's only one Bozo around here and it ain't me."
Your boyfriend put his hands on his hips and squinted his eyes.
"Oh, a real funny guy, huh? We'll see what's funny when I knock that shit-eating grin off your face."
You clutched Goose's arm. He looked back at you and touched your hand, reassuring you it was OK.
Turning back, Goose could only find amusement in the situation. Guys like your boyfriend were a dime a dozen. Their bark was always worse than their bite.
"Y/N, I asked YOU a question." Your boyfriend spat.
"He's my friend," You simply said.
Your boyfriend moved closer. Spotting Goose's dog tags, he scoffed.
"He’s one of those squids, huh? I should have known. Boy, you'd really screw anyone, won't you? All right, you had your fun. Come on. Let's go."
He had the audacity to stick out his hand, expecting you to take it.
You shook your head.
"No."
Your boyfriend's eyes widened with disbelief.
"What?!" He was not accustomed to being denied.
"No," You repeated, much louder. "I said no!"
Goose felt his heart swell with pride at your new found confidence.
Your boyfriend let his arm drop. He threw up his arms in frustration.
"I can't believe this bullshit!"
"Believe it, brother," Goose gloated. "You heard the lady. She doesn't want you anymore."
"Hey, asshole, " Your boyfriend pointed his finger at Goose. "Nobody is talking to you!"
"Yeah, well, I AM talking to you," Goose quipped. There was an edge to his voice he didn't use very often but he still maintained his composure.
He knew nothing made a pissed off person more angry than someone who wouldn't take the bait.
"She doesn't want you here. I don't want you here. That gives you one option: Go away and don't come around ever again."
Your boyfriend edged closer. To your surprise, Goose did the same.
With the two men standing in front of each other, you noticed how Goose was taller than your boyfriend. Goose had his shoulders squared and his chest was puffed out like a peacock. He wasn't exactly a super buff guy but he did have a decent build.
You watched in awe at the display in front of you. You never had two guys fighting over you before.
"Oh, yeah?" Your boyfriend whined, peering up at Goose. "What are you gonna do about it if I don't, hot shot?!"
Goose grinned so wickedly it was almost a little unnerving. He started chuckling. "What am I gonna do?! What am I gonna do?! " He mocked.
He began cracking up.
He turned around to you and called out: "Hey, Y/N! Your boyfriend here wants to know what I'm gonna do!"
You thought maybe Goose suddenly lost his marbles and your boyfriend looked just as perplexed.
Just as quickly as he started, Goose stopped laughing, turned back and violently snatched your boyfriend by his shirt collar, catching him completely off guard, lifting him off the ground. The action made your boyfriend yelp and you audibly gasp.
"Fuck around and find out." Goose told him, very matter-of-factly.
He released your boyfriend without warning and the man stumbled upon impact with the ground.
He looked visibly shaken up. You suddenly laughed. Mostly at yourself at why you let him bully you for so long. You walked over and defiantly linked arms with Goose.
Your boyfriend's panicked eyes flickered back and forth between you and Goose. You both waited to see what he would do next.
Nostrils flaring, he yelled: "Fine! Fuck it! You can have her, man. I was about done with her ass anyway." He told Goose.
He shot one more glare at you. "Fuck you, bitch!"
The last thing he saw was Goose's fist coming toward his face. It connected with his nose so hard it sent him flying backwards. He fell flat on his back on the pier, knocked out cold.
You gasped and turned to Goose. He was groaning, flexing his hand, rubbing his knuckles, trying to relieve the pain.
"I hate it when it does that!" He said, humorously, as if his hand had a mind of it’s own.
"I don't take it very well when somebody talks to my girlfriend like that."
You looked from your new boyfriend to your now ex-boyfriend laying splayed out.
"Is he going to be all right?"
Goose shrugged.
"I suppose so. Don't worry. He's still breathing. He'll walk it off. C'mon, let me take you home."
...
You walked back to the restaurant parking lot with your arms wrapped around each other's waist.
"I didn't know you could fight like that." You said, curiously.
"Yeah, I used to box a little bit while I was in Annapolis." Goose explained.
"I gave it up because I didn't want to screw up my hands. I like playing the piano more than boxing. It's good to know I still got it, though!"
You give him a sultry glance.
"I got to admit it was pretty hot." You give him a nudge.
Goose laughed and made a playful growl in your ear which made you giggle.
"That get your motor going, baby? I'll have to remember that."
"You're a little bit of a lover and a fighter, huh?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
As you reached the parking lot, there was one burning question still on his mind.
"Can I ask you a really, really random question?"
"Shoot." You reply.
"You used to do some modeling, right? Back in L.A.?"
"Yes?"
You both stop walking when you reach Goose's car.
He chuckled nervously while he scratched the back of his head.
"So were you ever in a magazine? By any chance?"
You laughed and regard him curiously. You folded your arms across your chest and gave him a pointed look.
"What kind of magazine are we talking about?"
" Hehehe... " He chuckled. He wonders if he's going to regret this but he just has to know.
"You know," He said. "A girlie magazine?"
Your mouth opens in surprise but you're not upset. It was actually quite funny.
You pretend to be flattered. You clasped your hands over your heart and bat your eyelashes.
"Oh, Goosey." You fake some sniffles. "It's so sweet of you to say that! That's always been a dream of mine ever since I was a little girl. To be the centerfold in a girlie magazine."
You then burst out with laughter.
"No, I was never in anything like that! Where on earth did you get an idea like that?!"
Goose was cackling with you.
"I'm sorry, honey! I honestly don't know where that idea came from."
I knew those idiots in the Miramar locker room were full of shit! Goose thought.
This time you took the lead and kissed him.
"I love you, Goose."
"I love you more, honey."
He held you in his arms not wanting to ever let you go.
"You know, Y/N," Goose started.
"I happen to have a really great Polaroid camera." His voice had a hint of mischief in it.
You smiled, slyly.
"That's nice. Any particular reason why you're telling me this, Goose?"
He shook his head.
"Nope! No reason at all! I just thought you'd be interested in that little tid-bit."
"Uh-huh." You clicked.
Goose opened the passenger door for you. Before you slid inside the car, you told him that he could show his camera to you "on the trip".
"What trip?" Goose asked.
You smiled. "Our trip to Hawaii, of course."
Goose laughed.
"Great Balls of Fire!"
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