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green-socks · 2 years

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Anchor part 2: Someone New

Pairing: Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x F!reader x Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Summary: You finally get to meet Bob, who Mickey has not shut up about. Poor Bob is more confused than ever.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: none really.

Notes: This was finished weeks ago and then I forgot to post lol. As always, thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for being an awesome beta help <3. And the credit for the headcanon of Mickey's real name and the backstory I use here goes to @marvelousmermaid who is officially Fanboy's wife and I'm just loaning him.

Part 1 | MASTERLIST

You and Miguel had been together since freshman year of high school. He was your best friend, and you knew there was nothing in the world that could make you not be in each other’s lives. You didn’t know if you’d use the word soulmate, because that didn’t feel quite right, and because the word sort of sounded like there could only be one.

Because while you and your Mickey were still madly in love with each other after all this time, it was sometime after college that you had both expressed the want to possibly add someone else to your relationship.

That was of course easier said than done. A lot of people were interested in a night of fun, or just casual, semi-regular sex, and you had tried that too, but ultimately you both agreed that you were the committing kind of people. That maybe was evident from the way you had already committed to each other, but at least now you knew. The other problem was that it was understandably difficult for someone entirely new to jump in with two people who already had known each other for ages. Many were hesitant to date two people already so in love with each other, fearing there wouldn’t be space for them, or that they’d never get the inside jokes and feel left out. You both could understand that as well, and you tried to make it clearly about dating you both as individuals and not just a package deal.

But so far you hadn’t found anyone who was the absolute right fit. Which is why you were very interested to hear more when Mickey texted you that he had “met someone”. When you demanded more explanation, he just replied “I’ll explain when I get home”, so here you were, waiting for his drunk ass to get back. He’d said he’d only go for one drink and check the situation out, but you knew Mickey never resisted a good time, so you weren’t surprised when it was past two am when he finally got home…

…And accidentally spilled some soda on the floor, waving a take-out bag. “Babe, I got us some nuggies!” he announced excitedly.

You did love nuggies.

Grabbing a few paper towels, you went to wipe the soda stain before it dried and then accepted the bag from him with a kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks, honey. Now, what was that text about?”

“There was this guy tonight, Bob, he’s a WSO like me, and we, like, immediately bonded over so much stuff and he’s so cute, you should have seen him. I flirted with him a little, to see how he’d respond, and I think he was feelin’ it, he kept blushing a lot. It was cute,” Mickey babbled. “And he’s a total nerd. You love nerds.”

“You got me there,” you laughed. “Wait, so is his name Bob or is his callsign Bob?”

“Sort of both? His name is Robert and Bob is his callsign. I dunno.”

“Huh. Interesting. Anyway, what does he look like? Would it be inappropriate to sleuth his Instagram??”

“Y’can’t, he doesn’t have any social media,” Mickey said, mouth full of fries.

“More interesting! Well, I’m obviously curious to meet him just based on what you said. Look at you, getting a crush first night back! You little ho,” you teased affectionately, and he grinned back all boyish and proud. “We should talk about this more properly tomorrow. It’s late and you still have an early morning tomorrow.”

He agreed, and so you made him drink some more water before getting to bed. You’d probably get more information tomorrow, both about why Miguel had been called back here, and about this other WSO who your boyfriend seemed to be very interested in.

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It’d been a week since you came to Fightertown, and you could tell the stress of the mission was getting to Mickey. He was usually one of the most optimistic people you knew, but even Mickey seemed much more stressed, serious, and tired than usual. Obviously, he couldn’t tell you too much about the mission, but he did keep you updated on everything he could.

Every night when he came home to you, he’d collapse on the couch and then you’d make him eat something and watch YouTube videos while he regaled the latest twists and turns of being back at TOPGUN. You felt like you were following a season of ‘Keeping Up with the Aviators’ or something, and you felt like you knew the others already without actually having met anyone else besides Reuben of course.

Your boyfriend had been working long days all week, which was why you were surprised when he texted you around noon, telling you to come to the beach behind The Hard Deck. Deciding you could push back work a little, you drove the short way there to see what was up.

You settled yourself on the beach a little to the side of the bar. You had brought a book with you in case you needed entertainment, but once the gang of aviators got going, it was clear that Mickey and his colleagues were bringing the entertainment and then some. It would have felt a little weird to just sit there and ogle at the sweaty aviators playing their weird-looking football, but you had been invited to watch, so you figured it was okay. It was unclear to you what the rules of the game were and who was winning, or sometimes even who was on which team, but it was still really fun to watch them all rolling in the sand and getting into the game. It seemed like they were really having a great time, and the fun was infectious.

You suspected you knew the reason why Mickey had asked you to come today. It was a chance to see him and his fellow aviators out of uniform and in a more relaxed setting, but it was especially an opportunity to see one particular man. Mickey had told you that Bob wore glasses, but it wasn’t that that made him stand out amongst the gang of overgrown children. A flash of yellow among the shirtless players drew your attention immediately, and the glasses confirmed your guess that this was Bob.

It was obviously difficult to tell much about him from this distance, but you thought he seemed really cute. Mickey had talked about Bob a lot this past week, and you recognized the signs of infatuation in him. Your boyfriend was a man who got quickly excited about new things and jumped in headfirst, falling fast, whether it be new people or new hobbies. You liked that about him, but you also knew you had to stay realistic about the situation, and that he really was trying to keep it cool until there was even anything to get properly excited about.

It still made your stomach flutter pleasantly to see Miguel hugging Bob after scoring a point and lingering a touch (or two) longer than what was generally considered a hug between just friends. You could see the adoring look on your lover’s face even from here. And admittedly you had to restrain yourself from clapping and cheering along when later Bob was hoisted on tall shoulders and carried around like a hero.

Eventually, the merry gang all became too tired to play anymore, so Mickey jogged over to you.

“Come with me, amor. I want you to meet everyone,” he said, pulling you up to your feet.

You were excited to meet the people you had been watching all afternoon, even though the large crowd felt a little intimidating.

Before Mickey could even get everyone’s attention, Reuben came up to pull you into a big hug. You loved Reuben’s hugs, so you didn’t even complain about his sweaty chest pressing against your face.

“Been a long time! It’s good to see you,” he grinned, pulling away.

“Good to see you too, dude. Sorry I didn’t come to see you sooner,” you said, swiping your cheek dry from the sweat.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, we’ve been busy.”

“So I hear. I’m glad you got to have a little fun today at least.”

“Guys, this is my girl! Babe, this is.. everyone,” Mickey exclaimed proudly, interrupting your catching up with Reuben.

He introduced you to the whole group and told them that you were staying here with him for the duration of this special assignment. Everyone shouted greetings at you at once, and then someone suggested moving the party to The Hard Deck, so you let Reuben sling his arm over your shoulders and steer you inside.

You thought you’d noticed a flicker of disappointment on the one bespectacled aviator’s face when Mickey had introduced you, and you hoped it was because Bob assumed Mickey was taken for good and not because he didn’t like how you looked or something.

(Mickey could have told you that he, for his part, had noticed Bob eyeing you with interest up until you’d been introduced as Mickey’s girl. And that had made him happier than even the beach football game.)

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Bob was sitting at a table on the edge of where most of the group was hanging out. He felt like it was a good spot to be still sort of with them without seeming rude or like he didn’t want to be associated with them, but also far enough out that he felt like he could calm down a little. It had been a long day of high-energy socializing, and his battery was running low. He just needed a moment to recharge.

And reevaluate. Fanboy had a girlfriend. Which, in his mind, meant that either he really couldn’t trust himself to read any signals ever, or Fanboy actually had been flirting with him all week despite his relationship status. Which generally wasn’t a good thing. He’d seen enough of supposedly taken Navy men flirting at bars with random people that he knew what the gist usually was.

Yet, somehow, this situation didn’t seem like that at all. Since coming inside the bar, Bob had learned that they had been together for ages, and they seemed very happy together. Bob still trusted his observing skills to be able to tell that much. Besides, Fanboy just didn’t seem the type to go behind anyone’s back. Sure, he had only known the other WSO for a week, but he felt he knew enough of Fanboy’s character to vouch for that.

So, that left him taking Fanboy’s friendly acts for flirting as the most likely explanation. It wouldn’t be the first time, but usually, it went the other way around. He’d never been able to tell when someone was flirting with him, so it felt ironic that this time he really had thought it had been about that.

As if his thoughts had summoned them, the couple approached his table.

“Hey Bobby, mind if we sit with you?” Fanboy asked.

“Of course not.” He managed what he hoped was a polite smile.

“Sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to come meet you properly, since I’ve been hearing so much about you this past week,” you said.

Your smile was kind, but the words didn’t sound like empty flattery, and based on the way Fanboy looked a little sheepish, it was the truth.

Bob fought not to blush right out of the gate. But before he could stammer any reply, you moved on.

“Do you prefer to be called Robert or Bob or Bobby or something else?” His face must have reflected the slight bewilderment he was feeling, since you continued, “It’s just that I never call Miguel Fanboy since I don’t work in the Navy, and I don’t want to call you by your callsign if you’d rather be called something else outside of that context, you know?”

Not feeling any less bewildered, but still slightly touched that you’d ask for his preference, he replied, “I don’t mind any of those, to be honest. My cousin sometimes calls me Robby, for example. So, your call, I guess.” He shrugged, grinning a little.

“Wait, Miguel, huh?” Bob turned to Fanboy.

“Yeah,” the other man grinned back, “I’ve just been Mickey to pretty much everyone but my family since I was a kid. Mickey’s a bit.. easier.”

Bob thought he understood what Fanboy meant. People maybe laughed at his callsign sometimes, but at least no one had ever judged him for his actual name.

“Anyway,” Fanboy continued, “we, uhh, we wanted to ask you something.”

You both looked nervous all of a sudden, and Bob was more confused than ever.

“Would you like to have dinner with us tomorrow night? Our place. After you guys get out of training,” you blurted.

“Oh, uhm, sure.” Bob felt like he was blinking a lot during this conversation. “That sounds nice.”

“Great! We’d love to get to know you better. You seem like a really great guy.”

Okay, now was that a flirty look? From you? Just now? Or is he imagining things again? Bob felt like his head was spinning.

The two of you got up to join the others again, both of you simultaneously reaching to squeeze his hand, saying, “Tomorrow” with matching winks to boot.

Bob wasn’t entirely sure, but he felt like hadn’t just been invited to a simple board game night.

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tagsies: @wildbornsiren @mayhem24-7forever @callsign-phoenix @hederasgarden @lt-natrace @yespolkadotkitty @happypopcornprincess @lorecraft @alexxavicry

#fanbob #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #fanboy x reader x bob #top gun fic #top gun: maverick #bob x fanboy #robert bob floyd x reader #i still don't know what i'm doing

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saltyfilmmajor · 2 years

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Fanboy Gracia bringing Bob home to meet his mother:

Mrs. Garcia: mijo I don’t care that you’re gay, but a white boy? I want my children to speak Spanish

Bob: *flashes his blue eyes*

Bob: mucho gusto conocerle

Mrs. Garcia: Mickey, you gotta marry him.

#top gun: maverick #fanbob #before someone comes at me like this is racist: I literally based this on my own life #I’d like to think Mickey taught him some phrases once they became serious #anyway every latine family needs to have that cousin with the token white boyfriend #fanboy garcia #bob floyd

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zero-g24 · 1 year

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wake up besties new ship obsession dropped

i love them

i was on the fence about them at first bc i was like wait what about payback/fanboy BUT I LOVE BOB AND FANBOY MORE IDK MAN

also fanbob is a fun ship name tbh

#top gun maverick #fanbob #eee

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nicogayngelo · 1 year

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'cause i wanna be yours (do you wanna be mine?)

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“Good, because I need to ask you something.” She paused, waiting until he met her eyes. Her gaze was steady and if Mickey hadn’t seen her slamming back tequila shots with Halo, he would have thought her to be sober.

“How long have you had a crush on my backseater?”

(or the one where everyone tries to help mickey finally ask bob out)

#fanbob #Mickey Fanboy Garcia #Robert Bob Floyd #my writing #fanfiction

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boasamishipper · 1 year

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y and z for the fandom asks

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

Answered here.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)

uhhhhhhhhhhh okay i've been thinking a lot about bob/fanboy lately because they're gonna be a side pairing in fic 4 of my fix it series and i am Enamored with the image of these two nerds attempting to flirt. bob learns everything he can about star trek to impress fanboy. fanboy flirts by teaching bob pool and also asking bob if he can try on his glasses. (a tried and true technique, can confirm.) phoenix and payback are their wingmen and become very exasperated Very Quickly when neither of their WSOs are actually willing to admit they like each other and end up resorting to locking bob and fanboy in a closet. (it's not a classic for nothing)

#thanks for asking!#top gun: maverick #fanboy garcia #bob floyd #fanbob

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rosesvioletshardy · 1 year

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lewis pullman and danny ramirez arrive at the 80th annual golden globes awards

#sorry if these sucked #i tried my best to get rid of the watermark and this was the best i could do #we were robbed of so much fanbob interactions in the movie #but at least they always pulled through with all the pics + this #they’re my besties #lewis pullman #danny ramirez #*gifs #mine.#time to go to paris™️

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natashatrace · 9 months

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I’m sorry you’re having A Week! I’m also having A Time today and would love some dagger squad (plus mav if you’re so inclined) friendship/found family feels! if you feel like working in any ships, i mainly ship hangster but like follow your bliss, im not picky. I hope your week gets better!! ❤️❤️

i hope a bit of a not!fic au is okay??? if this is not a vibe you're interested in, tell me & i will write you a different/more canon thing!!!!!

i've been thinking casually about a rock band!au (as i do with literally all my fave media ever pretty much) because the way to found family it up is so immediately Intriguing to me.

it starts like this.

they meet in college - jake, natasha, mickey, bradley, & bob - at a pride event or something of the sort on campus.

(this matters because 1. i say so and 2. see below.)

maybe they've met in passing in classes or other things, but this particular night is when they get to talking about music and realize they have some similar tastes. make agreements to jam together sometime. etc etc etc.

as they play together, they start writing together, too. they decide to pursue this for real, gradually shifting it from a way to blow off steam before/between/after classes to something serious. mickey's the one to name the band dagger q, and natasha's the one to draw their band logo. all of them get it tattooed shortly after.

(as an extra treat - they get it in varying colors. the main outline/design stays the same, but the handle of the dagger is colored in with the ink to match each of their pride flags. headcanon as you'd like. ❤️)

natasha is lead guitar because obviously. bradley's behind the drum kit. bob covers rhythm guitar & harsh vocals/screams. mickey is on bass & bg vocals. jake is lead vocals/rhythm guitar.

they gain a pretty notable following on campus, then across multiple college campuses, then it continues from there, yada yada yada. maverick is still bradley's godfather in this 'verse, and he offers to drive their van & then their tour bus.

(has anyone checked to see if tom cruise has a license to drive tour buses)

he's reckless as hell (maverick) and gets them from show to show without incident, but also drives like a bat out of hell. he's the band's biggest fan and a giant mother hen. he's also kind of bad at the mother hen part despite his best efforts bc comedy.

reuben runs payback records & signs dagger q as soon as possible. javy becomes their social media manager and spends most of his time taking bradley's phone from him so he can't drunkenly post shirtless selfies.

("they're gonna see my abs at the show anyway, machado." "yeah, but you won't be posing like an asshole in a mirror. stop flexing before you hurt yourself.")

obviously, music is very subjective. i have thoughts about their Sound™️, but really it's about the Vibes. jake & his stupid smooth tenor voice cutting through the guitars/drums. mickey holding down the rhythm with bradley & making use of the entire stage. natasha nailing every guitar lick/having lil 'duels' onstage with bob or mickey or jake. bradley doing stick flips in the back, grinning & laughing as he watches the others bounce around the stage.

i just think they could be neat!!!!

(i also have thoughts about the Ships™️ but again, the main thing is the Vibes! or, conversely - they're just all in love, that's it, i don't make the rules)

#top gun maverick #mywriting #as i typed this up i immediately had 8000 more thoughts so like. just know i will keep talking about this if prompted #it's what they deserve #in my head it's sereshace or some variation and fanbob #with ace!bob at the very least bc ace rep my beloved #also: the band sick century is what i was listening to while typing this #but again!!! music & media & all the things! subjective! (but i'm also right <3)

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nowayhomebucky · 1 year

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#fanbob rights #lewis pullman #danny ramirez

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forasecondtherewedwon · 2 years

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44 and any Topgun ship (I couldn’t think of one but this one made me laugh!)

Anon, knowing that prompt made you laugh was a great additional direction on how to interpret it... and which ship it was absolutely made for.

44. “You’re a virgin? How?”

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Something About the End of the World

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick Pairing: Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia/Robert “Bob” Floyd Rating: E Word Count: 1643

After landing safely on the carrier, Mickey’s high on adrenaline and feeling courageous, so he tells Bob, “You were a real Sam out there,” because it’s the highest honour he can bestow.

Bob thanks him, sounding a little baffled, but he doesn’t otherwise react, and it’s such a crazy day that Mickey doesn’t even remember paying him that compliment until Bob brings it up a few days later when they’re back in San Diego.

“What did you mean when you said I was a Sam?” Bob stops him in the hallway to ask. He’s staring at Mickey intensely, the way Mickey used to stare at his abuela’s staticky TV when he was a kid, trying to absorb the plot of a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles episode through the wobbly picture quality and patchy audio.

“Samwise,” Mickey explains.

“Oh. I thought you were calling me a missile.”

That makes Mickey laugh.

“SAM like surface-to-air missile? No! That wouldn’t make sense!”

“Right,” Bob agrees, smiling uncertainly. “Because… you meant Samwise. Uh, obviously. Of course.”

Mickey’s nodding happily until it catches up to him that he and Bob might not quite be understanding each other, and clear communication is vital. They’re back-seaters; it’s in their job description.

“From The Lord of the Rings,” Mickey reminds him gently.

“Oh, ok.”

Mickey��s eyes narrow.

“Sam Gamgee,” he says.

Bob’s exaggerated expression of comprehension is what solidifies it for Mickey: Bob has no idea who he’s talking about. He cocks his head to the side, his smile asking Bob not to bullshit him.

“Ha,” Bob laughs, short and breathy. “Ok, yeah, I’ve never seen those movies.”

“You’re a virgin? How?” The words burst out of Mickey and appear to stun Bob. Both their faces warm as Mickey hastily corrects, “A Lord of the Rings virgin.”

“I guess I am. I don’t know. I guess I just never really got into, like, fantasy?”

“But it’s so much more than fantasy! It straddles multiple genres!” He ticks them off on his fingers. “Adventure, drama, war, coming-of-age, epic romance. If you include the scope of Tolkien’s original works, you have to add poetry and—” Mickey cuts himself off, clenching a fist in front of his mouth to contain himself.

“Are you… mad at me?” Bob checks, looking worried.

“Bobby-boy, you are one in a million,” Mickey says on a sigh. He drops the fist and breaks out in a wide smile. “I can’t believe I get to introduce you to The Lord of the Rings.”

“I know some stuff. There’s, there’s… sword fighting. And good-versus-evil. And stuff. But I’d…” Bob nods. “…Yeah, I’d like to watch it with you.”

“Clear your schedule—”

“Uh, the mission’s over. All our schedules are clear.”

“—because there are three films, plus special features.”

“You’re the kind of person who says ‘films’ instead of ‘movies’?” Bob asks with a pained look on his face.

Mickey blows past it.

“If you’re serious about this—”

“I’m only, like, vaguely curious,” Bob murmurs.

“—then you need to prepare for it to consume the next several days of your life. Factoring in breaks for sleeping and going to the bathroom.”

He fixes his eyes on Bob’s. Bob takes a deep breath in, then nods.

“I’ll do it,” he says.

Mickey can’t resist pulling him into a hug. Why should he? He’s been resisting that urge basically since they met, when Bob told them his name and inelegantly swept peanut shells off his lap. Mickey gets attached fast and he falls hard, as the wealth of Lord of the Rings memorabilia he’s collected over the years can attest.

“Spoken like a true Sam,” he says, squeezing Bob tight.

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Mickey couldn’t decide between inviting everybody so his movie marathon with Bob won’t feel like a date and inviting no one else so it does feel like a date. Torn, he just invited Reuben.

“What are we watching?” Reuben asks, striding into Mickey’s quarters and giving Bob an upward jerk of his chin in greeting.

“The Fellowship of the Ring,” Mickey says excitedly. He’s leaning forward on the couch, having just cued it up on his laptop. Bob’s already crunching away on the heap of popcorn he just poured into a large bowl.

“Nope.”

Mickey turns as Reuben backs away.

“What?”

“I can’t watch those movies again.”

“But you love Eowyn!” Mickey reminds him. “We’re watching The Two Towers next!”

“I do love Eowyn, but I also love not losing several days of my life I can never get back,” Reuben says. “Those movies are great in small doses—”

“Peter Jackson did not put his entire lifeforce into these movies for you to say you prefer them in small doses. Reub, it’s an epic. It’s… it’s… it’s the Third Age of Middle Earth, man, come on!”

“One, I know I’ve told you before how creepy it is when you say ‘lifeforce.’ Two, you can give Peter Jackson my apologies in your next fan letter, but you’re not gonna talk me into this right now. Those movies are a time suck.”

Mickey glances at Bob who’s chewing and listening intently. He looks back to Reuben and frowns.

“Don’t scare Bob.”

“Get out now,” Reuben hisses at Bob.

“It’s alright,” Bob assures him with a smile. “I wanna see them.”

“He’s a Sam,” Mickey explains.

At that, Reuben’s mouth curves into a sly smile.

“Oh,” he says, “he’s a Sam. Try to keep Sting in your pants then, Frodo.”

Bob chokes, but Mickey has to point out, “Only a fan would remember the name of Frodo’s sword. You’re in denial.”

“Actually, I’ll be in de-next room seeing what the normal people are doing. Have fun, boys.”

Mickey flips Reuben off affectionately before he shuts the door, leaving Mickey and Bob on their own.

He glances at Bob.

“Ignore him. You’re gonna love this movie.”

“I’m excited,” Bob mumbles through a mouthful of popcorn.

“Good.”

And Mickey’s excited too. He’s excited as the One Ring’s treacherous history is revealed, as Howard Shore’s iconic score shifts from horror to Hobbits, as Frodo leaps into Gandalf’s cart and he gets to quickly explain how they tricked the camera to make Elijah Wood look so much smaller than Ian McKellen. What’s surprising him is that he’s not excited about the movie, or even Bob’s reactions to it (well, he is, but it’s not the main thing)—he’s just excited about Bob.

During Bilbo’s birthday speech, their hands brush inside the popcorn bowl. Before Frodo even holds the Ring in his hand for the first time, Mickey holds Bob’s, the popcorn forgotten as their fingers intertwine. Mickey barely has a chance to say, “That’s Sam,” before Bob sets the popcorn aside completely and Mickey reads it as an invitation to shift closer on the couch. Before Merry and Pippin collide with Frodo and Sam, Mickey collides with Bob: he takes a deep breath and tilts his head to plant a kiss on Bob’s parted lips. For a moment, Bob blinks and processes this, but he’s a Sam after all, with wells of courage that make Mickey stary-eyed; Bob grabs the back of Mickey’s neck and yanks him into a longer kiss.

There are breaks. Brief ones. The Prancing Pony. The unearthly shriek of the Nazgûl on Weathertop. Gimli shattering his axe when he tries to hack the Ring in half like a total newb. Instead of detailing what they’ve missed, Mickey mumbles explanations too short to really be helpful, but Bob nods heartily and guides Mickey’s mouth to his again, and they return to the desperate work of fogging up Bob’s glasses and seeing who’s going to cave first and climb into the other person’s lap.

“I thought that guy’s name was Strider?” Bob checks dazedly as Mickey’s kissing his neck and unzipping his jeans sometime later.

“He’s got a lot of names,” Mickey pants. “Way more than they cover in the movies.”

“Like us, huh, Fanboy?”

Mickey grins against Bob’s throat.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Like us.”

He ducks his head to Bob’s lap and Bob’s fingers scrape across his buzzcut as he sends a moan towards the ceiling.

By the time the movie’s drawing to a close, Mickey’s sitting on Bob’s lap with Bob’s hand down the front of his sweats. Bob’s hard again, so Mickey rubs his ass back against him in a slow grind that matches the steady pumping of Bob’s fist. Based on an agreement Mickey doesn’t recall making, they’re drawing this out, and it’s agony to be jerked off at such a relaxed pace. On the other hand, his body feels like butter melted back into Bob’s chest, legs spayed wide as he sits on Bob’s thighs. He can feel Bob’s heart beating against his back. And then the hitch that disrupts its rhythm.

Mickey twists to look at Bob.

“Are you ok?”

Bob’s eyes are shiny as he glances from the screen to Mickey’s face.

“Is Frodo really going to leave Sam?” he demands thickly.

Mickey gives him a quick kiss, cupping his cheek, then promises, “No. Look.”

He lets his head rest back against Bob’s shoulder and tears roll down both their faces as Sam wades out to Frodo, ready to drown before Frodo would think him disloyal. Frodo hauls Sam into the boat and Mickey’s never been given a handjob by someone who’s crying before (nor been crying himself as he receives it), but it somehow adds to the tenderness of the moment, in his opinion.

When it’s over and Mickey’s even more comfortably slumped on top of him, Bob’s arms wrapped around his waist, Bob asks, “You think I’m a Sam?”

“Yep.”

“And you’re Frodo. I didn’t see a lot of this movie, but I can see that.”

Mickey smiles and tips his forehead against Bob’s.

“I’m glad you’re with me,” he says to confirm it.

#my writing #Top Gun: Maverick #the Fanbob agenda #Bob x Fanboy #Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia #Robert 'Bob' Floyd #Mickey Garcia #Robert Floyd #Fanboy Garcia #Bob Floyd #Top Gun: Maverick fanfiction #Top Gun

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spencer-is-smelly · 1 year

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after the uranium mission, mickey is shaken up and scared from the whole thing. all bob wants is to help him.

aka bob takes care of mickey

#fanbob content much needed #underrated ship #top gun maverick #top gun #robert bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia #bob x mickey #fanboy x bob #fight me its a good ship

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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We need. More. Fanbob. Content.

Not as a ship. But as friends. Those two DEFINITELY have the most interesting conversations.

WE NEED MOOOORE

#top gun maverick #fanboy #mickey garcia #bob floyd #danny ramirez #lewis pullman

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green-socks · 2 years

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Pairing: (lowkey) Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Summary: The first night at The Hard Deck Bob finds a friendly face, someone who he instantly feels comfortable around. Although Bob maybe hopes to get to be more than friends with the sweet Fanboy. (And maybe Fanboy already has a girlfriend but maybe that's not a problem to them at all... This is me setting up the scene for a possible throuple later on bc I'm self-indulgent like that)

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: none.

Notes: I realize literally no one asked for this pairing, so to those on my taglist, feel free to skip if you're not feeling it! But, well, I asked for this pairing bc I want them both? And they're very cute I think. So I hope you enjoy this silly little piece!

Massive thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer and @lorecraft for beta and encouragement❤️ ilyily

Part 2 | MASTERLIST

Bob was early. He liked to be early.

Or maybe he was just always so anxious – anxious about meeting new people or being late or just most new situations – that he panicked and left home way too early.

But that was okay. It gave him time to take in The Hard Deck, its people, and the overall vibes of the early evening. He got himself a water and some snacks from the friendly bartender, Penny, and chatted a few moments with her until she had to go serve other customers.

Bob picked up his water and his cup of peanuts and went to sit at the high bar stools next to the pool table. It would be an excellent place to people-watch, which he liked to do. It was fun to observe people and how they behaved, what faces they made and how they moved, trying to guess what they were doing or feeling at any moment. It was interesting to him, something he had always liked to do. His mom was the same way. Quieter and liking to observe, always very aware of her surroundings.

However, it wasn’t until two guys dressed in Navy khakis – like he was – walked up to the pool table that things got truly interesting for personal reasons too.

Bob spotted their patches sporting their callsigns as well as the ribbons on their chests. Pilots, and extremely successful pilots at that. Even before Bob heard them talk about a mysterious upcoming mission, he knew they were all there for the same reason.

He could have crossed the short distance to the two pilots and introduced himself, but looking at the two men who both honestly looked like they had stepped off a fashion magazine page, and knew it, Bob knew they wouldn’t give him the time of day anyway. Unless maybe he fell onto his knees to worship the successful, handsome pilots, but he wasn’t really feeling like doing that. Bob quietly snorted to himself and continued to watch the two friends play a game of pool full of funny banter and trash talk.

The second truly interesting thing wasn’t even something he spotted at first. It was the blond pilot, Hangman, who called out, “What do we have here?”, as a dark-haired woman (Phoenix, Hangman called her) with two guys in tow stopped in front of Hangman and the other, Coyote.

Bob watched with increasing amusement as the woman introduced Hangman as Bagman to her two companions, and the duo behind her proceeded to help her roast him. Payback and Fanboy seemed like a well-oiled machine already based on this interaction, and Bob was willing to bet they were a team used to flying together.

Maybe he paid special attention to Fanboy. Maybe Bob’s gaze lingered on the other man’s gorgeous, warm eyes. And maybe he found the hard set of Fanboy’s jawline almost irresistible.

Bob realized he was staring and quickly looked down before anyone noticed.

“When did you get here?”

He lifted his head, suddenly finding all their eyes fixed on him.

“Oh, I-I’ve been here the whole time,” he smiled and nodded awkwardly. Drat, maybe they thought he was a creepy weirdo for just sitting there and watching without saying anything.

“The man’s a stealth pilot,” Hangman commented.

“Literally,” added Coyote.

As if sitting there awkwardly with peanut crumbs in his lap wasn’t enough, Bob further embarrassed himself by taking Hangman’s joke about him being a stealth pilot literally. This always happened, he didn’t realize someone was making a joke and he had to correct them and–

“And with no sense of humor.”

Hangman dismissed him, just like that.

“What do they call you?” the woman asked. She was the one who had noticed him there in the first place.

“Bob.”

“No, your callsign,” the tall one, Payback, asked with a small grin.

“Uh…” He swallowed nervously, “B-Bob.”

This was not going super well for him. People usually chuckled a little learning his callsign, but he didn’t care enough to start always explaining that it wasn’t because his name was Robert. People didn’t explain their callsigns. Of course, if you were someone cool like Coyote, you probably never had to anyway.

It turned out he was Phoenix’s new backseater, and he felt relieved that her first instinct wasn’t to dismiss him too. She did, however, give him an appraising look with her sharp eyes, but apparently, he passed the test, because she then handed him a pool cue and told him to play.

The WSO felt relief wash over him, and he even smiled as he got up and approached the table. At least it seemed he would get along well with his pilot, which was already a win.

He relaxed more as the game went on, chatting with Phoenix, and even Payback and Fanboy had joined in. Bob liked the duo right away. They were really funny and overall a good time, and they were both very kind despite their tendency to joke around and rib people.

Bob stuck close to Fanboy for the most part, immediately hitting it off with the other WSO. They found common interests even outside of their shared job, and Bob quickly learned (without asking) that Fanboy’s callsign most likely stemmed from the guy being able to rattle off all sorts of facts about the things he loved. Bob found it endearing, and even better, it allowed him to mostly listen to the shorter man talk without needing to contribute as much himself.

Bob was also like 75% sure Fanboy threw a few lightly flirty lines at him, which made his stomach flutter pleasantly, but Bob was never good at trusting those instincts (what if he read it totally wrong?!). He kept blushing a little, but Fanboy didn’t seem to mind.

It was easier to interact with the rest of the people now, too. Bob always felt like he needed one safe person, one anchor, and then he could feel a lot more comfortable. Now he had at least two anchors, in the form of his pilot and the other WSO.

Even Coyote was friendlier now. When Hangman snatched the pool cue right out of Bob’s hand (Hangman clearly had his focus only on Rooster tonight), Coyote offered Bob a beer, perhaps as an apology on behalf of his friend. But what Bob really appreciated was the pilot not questioning him at all when he declined the offered beer and stuck to his water instead. It was amazing how many people took it as a personal offense that he didn’t drink. It simply wasn’t his thing, and it was really weird having to defend that choice to grown adults. But Coyote just nodded and moved on.

Rooster was someone who Bob had met before, and he went to say a quick hello. He liked the pilot. Rooster was always friendly and took everyone into account, a trait which Bob appreciated in people, and apparently, Phoenix knew him well, which seemed like a good sign too.

And when Rooster moved to sit behind the piano and Phoenix motioned for them to follow, Fanboy actually grabbed his hand and pulled Bob with him, as if making sure they still didn’t have to be separated even for a little bit.

Bob blushed again but followed the excited aviators to see what was up.

Great balls of fire was what was up.

It was the most fun Bob had had in a good while. He was already starting to feel like he belonged, like he was making friends, and he had such a good time he forgot to feel super self-conscious and instead found himself relaxing for once.

And he let himself enjoy the feel of Fanboy’s hand brushing his. Several times. For the rest of the night.

He tried not to overthink it.

Come next morning, Bob wasn’t quite sure he was successful at that last part.

Stepping out to the cool(er) night air outside The Hard Deck, Fanboy immediately shot his girlfriend a text:

Babe, I met someone tonight I think I want you to meet. I think you’d like Bob.

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