#payboy

[carmenell]

I will not stand for Payback and Fanboy erasure btw. if you're talking about the dagger squad you HAVE to include them, they're LITERALLY dagger 4 ☹️

[winterfieldfrontiers]

Top Gun more like Top Gay now

Iceman and Maverick

Hangman and Rooster

Payback and Fanboy

[juhnkit]

Playboy, December 1973 Bonita Lu Rossi Cover - Playmate Christine Maddox - Bob Hope - Pinups - Barbi Benton - Sex Stars of 1973 - Playboy Christmas Cards - History of Organized Crime - Love & Lust in Vegas - Illustrated History of Sex

[chicabae]

Bachelor Party

Based on @opalinedaydreams Keeping Up With Top Gun series

specifically this post

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Looking back, Bob couldn’t ask for a better night. His friends slowly arrived at their apartment, some bringing food and others bringing soda or other nonalcoholic drinks. Jake was in their kitchen singing along to whatever song was playing on a speaker. Phoenix eventually joined him, making sides and playing “bartender”. Rooster came in like a whirlwind, dragging beanbags, various pillows and what looked like straight up couch cushions into their living room. Coyote followed behind him with a small smile and a playful eye-roll. Glancing in, Bob could see them move their couch around the room, covering every surface with a blanket or pillow of some kind to prep for their movie night.

Fanboy and Payback were the last to show up, clothes slightly ruffled and smug look on Fanboy’s face. Bob could only chuckle at their antics. Payback took one look at the living room and ordered Rooster and Coyote to make room by the TV for the massive DVD collection he brought. Once dinner was dubbed good enough, everyone grabbed a plate and settled in. Bob plopped onto the couch and Jake sat between his legs on the ground. Coyote and Rooster grabbed a large beanbag and “not snuggled” while Payback dragged Fanboy onto a massive pile of blankets. Phoenix looked around the room, snagged another cushion, and sat next to Bob on the couch.

 The first movie of the night was Jake’s choice: Lego Batman, obviously. The group groaned and chatted and ate through it. About halfway through, Maverick and Hondo stopped by. He handed Bob some Capri Sun and joked that Rooster lived off them when he was younger. Bob laughed, saying he did too, and emptied them in the middle of their blanket nest with the other snack packs and sodas. They stayed for the rest of the movie and said their goodbyes when everyone went to refill their drinks. Once Jake resettled between his legs, Bob began to run his fingers through his fiancé's hair. Jake grinned back at him while Coyote put on the Little Mermaid. They all sang along, but Phoenix surprised them when she jumped up and belted ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’ when it came on. She sat back down with everyone cheering and asking for an encore. She just waved them away and threw popcorn at Coyote who was ‘bowing to her Disney superiority’.

By the time Lady and the Tramp came on, Payback was asleep on top of Fanboy and even he looked like he was fighting to stay awake. Phoenix had slumped to the floor and starfished out. Rooster was blushing when Coyote wrapped his arms around him but shuffled so they were closer on the beanbag. He gave Coyote a peck on the forehead as he held his crush. Jake carefully stood, standing between his legs and pulled him up. He pulled Bob close, foreheads pressed together, as they swayed in place to the movie. He couldn’t help but lean into a kiss, deep and sweet. 

He was surrounded by his family, watching his favorite movie, and happier than he could remember.

[dapperday]

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[carmenell]

Fanboy growing out his hair on leave and Payback going absolutely insane over it

[chicabae]

Bird Strike!

Hangman x Bob 

Read on AO3

Summary: Hangman and Bob were content keeping their personal life to themselves, but the bird strike changed that.

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“We lost both engines! We’re going down!”

“I can’t control it!”

“Eject! Eject!”

Jake shut his eyes tight as he remembered the haunting radio transmissions. Bobby laid back on the hospital bed, drifting in and out of sleep. He reached out, grabbed his hand, and brushed some hair out of his eyes. Bob gave a faint smile, “We’re going to have to tell them.”

Jake just sighed, “I know. I just wish…” Bob shook his hand to pull him out of his thoughts. “I just wish it was on our terms.”

“I think a bird strike is as good a time as any, maybe even shut them up for a bit.”

“Robert Seresin!” Jake faux-exclaimed. “It almost sounds like smack talk.”

Bobby just grins up at his husband. “Phoenix texted that they should be here soon, why don’t you go get them?”

“Trying to get rid of me? After all this time?” Jake grinned and began to walk out of the room. “Remember, I still have all your baby pictures!”

“Don’t sass me Jake Seresin! Your mom loves me more!” Bobby called out. Jake just gave a scandalized look and turned into the hallway.

He met his husband freshman year of high school when little Robby Floyd moved in two houses down from him. He never really noticed him until he joined his ROTC unit. They soon found themselves orbiting each other until they crashed spectacularly their sophomore year and they never left each other's side. His parent’s opened their arms to Bobby in a way that got them side-eyed in their little southern town. Junior year was the worst when Jake would see Bobby show up to school black and blue, lips zipped on who did it to him. It didn’t take a genius and he soon stayed at Jake’s more than he was at his own house. They soon applied and got into the naval academy, where one went the other was sure to follow. When they heard the news, they got married as soon as their leaves matched; they had a little courthouse get-together with Jake’s mama crying with joy. That didn’t mean they shouted it from the rooftops, but after almost 15 years together, he could understand letting some people know. Jake broke out of his memories when he heard an argument in the waiting room.

“Lieutenant Robert Floyd! He came in with a Lieutenant Natasha Trace! What do you mean you can’t find him?” Payback was near yelling while their squad crowded the nurse’s station.

Jake cleared his throat, “It’s Seresin. Lieutenant Robert Seresin.” The crowd turned at once towards him. “He’s in room 143. Nat is in 142. Come on, I’ll show you,” and turned back into the hallway before anyone could object.

Omaha was the first to speak, “So like, cousin? Brother? What’s the deal, man?”

“Husband,” he replied. Jake ignored the group's outcry until he reached Bob’s door. “Hun, you decent in there? You’ve got guests.” As he opened the door, he could see Bob sitting back down on the bed, his back to the door, bruises visible through the opening of the hospital gown. Jake rushed to his side and eased him back onto the bed as Bob grit his teeth. “Easy, baby, easy. I gotcha.”

Their bubble was burst by Coyote, “When the fuck did this happen? I thought you two didn’t know each other?”

Jake turned back to the crowd that formed in their room as Bob caught his breath. “You each get one question, only one.”

Coyote spoke up, “My first question still stands.”

“Freshman year of high school, next question.”

“Sophomore,” Bob chirped.

Halo snorted, “Some team”.

Jake turned to her, “I didn’t quite catch that, what’d you say?”

Halo stepped to the front of the crowd, “Do you really think any of us would be following you after this, bagman? Keeping secrets? Screwing team members? Like hell, I’m following you.” She shook her head as Harvard spoke up, “She has a point dude. This is something we needed to know before the mission, not now.”

Bob opened his mouth but surprisingly Rooster beat him to it. “Do you even know what you sound like right now? Are you really saying you’re entitled to their private life?”

Harvard turned to him, “No but-”

“But nothing!” Jake yelled, “We just told you something so insanely personal and all you can think of are yourselves!”

“That’s not-” Halo began to argue.

Bob finally spoke, his voice cutting through the noise, “Leave, check on Phoenix, but please leave.” Halo huffed and left the room, Omaha and Harvard trailing behind.

Coyote came up and patted his ankle, “Feel better, man. Your back looked rough.” Bob gave a weak grin in response.

“15 years?” Fanboy asked, eyes flicking between Jake and Bob. He reached out his hand and Payback grabbed it, coming forward to the foot of the bed. “4 years this fall.”

Jake couldn’t help but grin. He knew something was going between them. “Glad to see you.” Payback gave them both a nod and pulled Fanboy through the door.

All that was left was Rooster. Jake braced himself for whatever asinine question the blond would spout.

“Does Phoenix know?” All in all, not a bad question from the little hen.

“Yeah, I told her after we met at the bar. She didn’t believe me, thought I was pranking her at first. But Jake came by and warned her to watch my back.” Bobby reached out and threaded their fingers together. “Then the caveman here showed her our wedding photo and she accepted it, accepted us.”

Rooster looked between the two of them and came closer. Jake tensed and moved to intercept but Bob’s hand kept him in place. “Thank you for trusting me with this. To be honest, seeing you like this makes you look human and not just a colossal douche.”

The laugh escapes him by surprise and Bob smacks his stomach. “Your wingman just said something nice to you, Jay. Don’t be a dick.”

Jake just grinned and held out his hand, “Truce?”

Rooster clasped his hand, “Truce.”

Maybe this mission will turn out alright.

[rtysworld]

FUCK WIT ME

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