Gooseboose X Reader

Communism

As rain had pitter pattered against the metal singles of the house, (Y/N) And Goose had been huddled together for warmth. Unfortunately, the heater had not been working in their home, as they had forgotten to pay for the electricity bill this month, which was especially unfortunate given that the two had chosen to move to communist Russia. (Y/N)'s Head had been huddled in his chest, as she had contemplated how they could make it to next month. Mumbling to herself about what they could cut, Goose knew that she was just as, if not more worried about the future as he was.
"Hey," he began, taking (Y/N)'s chin in his fingers as he lifted her head so her eyes could look back into his. "We're gonna make it through th" before he could finish that line, thunder roared from above as the two had been pushed off of the couch that the two had been sitting on by ghostly hands. As only (Y/N) caught a quick glimpse of hands appearing and then disappearing from the shadows. With wide eyes, she moved away from the wall, pointing to it in fear. "T-the Wall!" She exclaimed.
Goose had turned around to look at it in confusion, before the ghostly hands had reappeared around his neck. (Y/N) took no moment to waste, as she ran up to him, attempting at prying the hands that had disappeared the moment she touched them. Gasping for air, goose looked back at (Y/N) "t-there's a ghost!" He exclaimed the obvious.
A hearty laugh had roared through the room before the ghost's feet, adorned in brown leather boots had began walking on the ceiling.
Frustrated, goose had mumbled to himself "if only there was a bell nearby, then we could have valid proof that the ghost is here!".
Unfortunately, the two were far too poor to afford a bell, a common household tool by now to prove whether or not a ghost was in the room. Instead, (Y/N) decided to call to the ghost in a much more direct method; "oh great ghost! Why are you haunting us this late at night? Don't you have anything better to do?" She asked, as surprisingly, the ghost did respond. "No not really." He responded, as the boots had walked up to (Y/N), the ghost appearing in full form, revealing to be none other than the ghost of Robin Hood himself.
Gasping, (Y/N) fell to her knees in awe of being in front of such a great hero. Even as a young child, she found Robin Hood to be in the top ten most smoochable men to smooch. Stars formed in her eyes as Goose gave an eye roll over (Y/N)'s reaction. "Oh come on, it's just the ghost of Robin Hood." He didn't want to admit it, but he too had a crush on the dashing man in front of them.
"I know, I know" Robin Hood started as he leaned seductively over a wall, "I'm really not that big of a deal, but I have traveled a long way and my ghost throat is very parched. Could you spare me nothing but a glass of water?" He asked, looking to goose, as goose was already to the kitchen, getting him water as soon as humanly possible. And yet it was enough time for (Y/N) to approach the dashing dead lad, the two locked lips intensely, even if it was only for a quick moment, as (Y/N) had the best ghost smooch of her life.
And yet, the two were still caught in the act in front of Goose. Dropping the cup, Goose had torn feelings, feelings of jealousy that (Y/N) had carelessly kissed this handsome man in their home, yet also jealous that he didn't get the chance to kiss that same handsome man. With tears in his eyes, he stomped upstairs, as (Y/N) had thought that he was going to lock the door again, listen to lofi beats to relax/study to to hide the loud sobbing, and then come out like nothing had happened. But that wasn't the case at all.

Gun in hand, Goose had his pistol aimed at the ghost of Robin Hood, as he held up his hands in surrender "woah- hey there pal! No need to get guns involved with this!" He said, trying to calm Goose down, if only he had known that peace was never an option. Shooting him straight in the head, the bullet had instantly killed him, as (Y/N) screamed in horror. Quickly, Goose had aimed his pistol at (Y/N), instructing her to get in the car. Sobbing, (Y/N) and Goose had driven south, as he had continued holding her at gun point all the way down to Mongolia.
However, it wasn't the lack of gasoline that had ended their trip, but an arrow to the tires. This was no ordinary roadside robbery, but this was an ambush. Without hesitation, (Y/N) took off her shirt, giving it to goose as she told him to run, explaining that she would distract them long enough for him to escape. Even everything that they had been through, she still loved him, I'm as confused as you are for her poor choice in a romantic partner. As Goose ran far away, (Y/N) wasn't sure if that was to be the last time she saw of him. As the ambushers had approached (Y/N), they took her to their home. For many years, (Y/N) had lived with her nomadic captor, bearing his children, her oldest son being named Temüjin. (Y/N) thought that perhaps this is what her life would be, up until the night her captor had died from a poisoning from a rival tribe.
(Y/N) and her family were cut off from the tribe, being forced to survive by their own means in the wild. With this, they had become skilled hunters of the like. Although Temüjin was a timid young boy, he grew up to become a strong, able bodied man. However, one night he had to leave his family after murdering his brother in cold blood after fighting over a fish. Desperately, (Y/N) had rode a horse to find him, yet the horse had gone wild, knocking (Y/N) off of her back, as (Y/N)'s shin had collided with a sharp rock, breaking the bone in half as she struggled to crawl back to camp, shivering in the cold of the night.
As she thought that she might just die right then and there, she felt something warm over her back. Inspecting what it was, she saw that it was her shirt from long long ago. Looking up, she saw her long lost lover, Goose, now toned as heck from the harsh lands of Mongolia.
"(Y/N)..." he whispered with wide eyes "it's been so long..." without hesitation, the two embrace, weeping into another's arms.
Yet the two didn't have much time to catch up, as a sharp pain was felt from (Y/N)'s back. She had been stabbed. In just as much shock as (Y/N) was, Goose had looked back behind her to see who had done it, as the form of none other than the ghost of the ghost of Robin Hood had appeared.
(Y/N)'s corpse had fallen down as the ghost approached Goose. "I'm sorry, but it had to be done.... you see... she was in the way of our own love." The ghost of the ghost of Robin Hood had explained, making no time to bring Goose in for a passionate ghost kiss. And although he had resisted it for a moment, he was soon to melt into the handsome man's french kissing. After hours and hours of rough gay sex in the Mongolian hillsides next to (Y/N)'s corpse, Goose's rear end couldn't handle it any longer, as he had died of too much anal.
People say that the ghost of the ghost of Robin Hood still lurks out there in the Mongolian woods, waiting for Goose to come back to him.