Have you ever thought about crossovers between yours and another person's oc? Tell us about them! - 🖤
i am almost always doing crossovers with @waterloou, there are maybe 3 ocs that i’ve created that don’t share a universe or a friendship with at least one of lou’s ocs.
i also have two ocs that exist in the same universe as @bobfloydsbabe and @joaquinwhorres ocs!
so yes i have thought about it and i am open to it 🫶🏼
nobody asked but i was convinced to make the summer i turned pretty ocs because none of these people need to be together (not u steven/taylor i love u 😚)
look out for those if i ever get anything made for them. 🤪 i am open to questions tho. 🤭
Rules: post snippets/screenshots/etc. from three of your WIPs! art or fic! tag as many people as you like! (created by @limetimo)
i was tagged by my wonderful friend @joaquinwhorres! 🫶🏼
Mr. Right — Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x OC (Layla Burton)
“You don’t have to do that.” Layla told him, “I’m just going to go get my wallet.”
“I really don’t mind, ma’am.”
Layla’s eyebrow arched suspiciously. “That’s, like, almost thirty dollars in snacks.”
“That’s alright.” The man produced his card with a small smile, passing it to Jamie. Layla reached for it, but Jamie snatched it out of her reach.
“Let the nice man pay for your snacks, Layla. Damn.” Jamie chided, trying not to laugh at Layla’s frustrated expression.
“Fine,” Layla gave in with a huff, “But I’m not giving you my phone number, or my Snapchat, or whatever.”
The man chuckled. “Respectfully, ma’am, I’m not asking for it.”
Layla meant what she said, but his response definitely bruised her ego a little. She wanted to say, “Well, why the fuck not?” but she knew a response like that would only get her into trouble, so she resisted. Instead, she grabbed a pack of gum from the display rack and said, “And this too.”
Audrey would be proud.
is it casual now? — Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x OC (Clara Thomas)
Clara had never seen anyone as gorgeous as the woman making her way behind the pool table across from her.
Big brown eyes, long lashes, dark hair, athletic build — Clara’s type to a T. Even in her wildest dreams, Clara couldn’t have conjured up a being more perfect.
Clara would have believed that the Lord above had sent her an angel… had she not realized said angel was in the military.
Now she was certain God hated her.
The Proposition — Reggie Mantle x OC (Mabel Harlow)
Mabel’s evenings were much quieter now that Maddox was gone.
Lonelier, too.
He’d moved out of their childhood home about a month ago, and while Mabel knew it was something that absolutely needed to happen, she couldn’t help but resent him, if only a little. Since Maddox moved out, he had a lot more freedom than she did. He wasn’t stuck under their father’s thumb, his every move no longer watched and scrutinized like hers were.
He’d escaped the ivory tower, but he’d left her behind in the process.
no pressure tagging @carmens-garden @waterloou @n0-eyedtaissa @humangrumpycat
SUMMARY ››››› After a disastrous night out, Audrey and Javy make a pact to never tell anyone about what happened ever, no matter what. So when word begins to spread around base that a new Top Gun recruit has gone missing and their friends press them about disappearing together despite the fact that they hate each other, the two find themselves doing something even worse than murder: starting a fake relationship with each other.
PAIRING ››››› Javy "Coyote" Machado x OC (Audrey Herrera)
WORD COUNT ››››› 3,975
WARNINGS ››››› Language, Sexual Harassment, Physical Violence, Murder, Blood
MASTERLIST ››››› Here
A/N ››››› I hope you all love this story as much as I do. Special thanks to @bobfloydsbabe & @veetlegeuse for letting me use Jas and Clara and Layla. Also yes, there is a lot of swearing at the beginning, but it does die down some!
"Has anyone told you how beautiful you look tonight?"
Jesus Christ, she couldn't catch a break today.
Audrey's eyes seemed to roll of their own volition–a natural reflex to the bullshit line. If she wasn't so goddamn done with today already, maybe she would've had the capacity to fully ignore the disphit, but as it was, she was here instead of her apartment, watching her bartender relive his glory days of fighting in Nam with two other AARP members instead of doing his fucking job.
"Because if not, that's a tragedy," the guy to her left continued, stepping close enough for her to tell that he was, predictably, wearing a khaki uniform. Because of fucking course he was.
"Fuck off," Audrey dismissed, her gaze fixed on the empty pint glass dangling from her bartender's wrinkled hands. She already had too many men in khaki in her life, including one who bore a passing resemblance to this asshole with his gelled blonde hair and inability to take a fucking hint.
"Honest," the aviator pressed. He slid even closer, his physical resemblance to Jake fading as he did so. His jaw was softer and nose was broader, making him more "babyface farmboy" than "Texan manchild."
"There aren't a lot of girls who can make a button up and pants look so effortlessly sexy."
It was the rampant misogyny that made her finally turn to look at him. Her eyes roving over what was presumably supposed to be a charming grin, down to his golden name tag that read ORMSBY.
"Like what you see?" he quipped, and Audrey's eyes flicked up to meet his, her lips twisting into a scowl at the cliche.
"Fuck. Off," she repeated, this time more slowly as she enunciated each sound of the command.
The grin stayed fixed in place, even as he raised his hands up in mock defense. "Sorry, you're right. We were talking about how gorgeous you are."
"Oh my God," Audrey muttered, turning away from him and hoping to catch her bartender's eye. He had made it a few steps away from the other Golden Guys but was still clearly too entrenched in conversation to actually do something as complex as pour a beer.
"Want me to get his attention?" Ormsby asked, and Audrey's head snapped towards him.
"Are you fucking stupid?" The man's eyebrows shot up at Audrey's sharp words, but before he could form any sort of response, she was already continuing. "I said fuck off. Which means I want you to fuck off. Leave me the fuck alone. Go away."
He offered a half-grin as he once again held his palms out to her in a placating manner. "I'm just being friendly."
"And I'm just saying I'm not about to fuck one of Uncle Sam's bitches, so go find a tag chaser interested in whatever STD you're offering."
His grin grew into something more sly and something in her stomach curdled. "That kind of sounds like disrespect to the Navy," he said, eyes glancing meaningfully at the small wooden sign behind the bar. "Tell you what," he lowered his voice and stepped even closer to her, crowding into her space. "A kiss and I'll keep it between us."
"Penny!" Audrey shouted, her hand shooting up to flag the bar owner down. Next to her, Ormsby flinched at the loud noise, restoring a bit of needed space between them. Across the bar, Penny looked up from where she passed a couple of ciders over to some girls, her eyes meeting Audrey's. Her shoulders sank as she saw the finger jabbing at the bell, but nevertheless, she walked over to the rope with a sigh, and tugged it a few times. A loud cheer rose from the patrons, drowning out the sound of the ringing bell.
"What the fuck?" Ormsby asked, his eyes darting between Penny and Audrey as more bodies pushed their way to the bar.
"Sexual harassment is disrespect of a lady, dumbass. Thanks for the beer and get fucked." Audrey bit, turning and pushing her way away from him, thankful for the growing crowd to disappear in. From her new spot at the bar, she could see Ormsby bending over the bar to talk to Penny, his face growing increasingly red. A satisfied smirk crossed Audrey's lips.
"Lost you there for a bit," the old bartender said, pulling Audrey from her thoughts as he placed her new pint onto the bar.
She gave him an unimpressed look before pointing at a still arguing Ormsby. "It's on that jackass," she said, not bothering to get any confirmation before she took off back towards her table and the usual assholes she had to deal with.
The biggest of whom was already giving her a shit-eating grin as she approached.
"Saw you made a new friend," Javy greeted as Audrey placed her beer down on the table.
"You can fuck all the way off," Audrey snapped, sinking back into her seat next to Layla.
Javy's smirk only grew at this. "It's probably 'cause of that classic Audrey charm right there," he remarked, pointing at her. Audrey flipped him off in response.
"That was you?" Clara asked, leaning back in her seat to eye the now-swamped bar. "Penny's going to revoke your bell privileges soon."
Jas snorted at this, shaking her head at Clara's assessment. "Please, Audrey's probably single-handedly paid off Penny's mortgage."
"And Amelia's college fund," Rooster added in, earning a glare from Audrey in spite of the good-natured grin he cast her way.
"It's not my fault that men can't handle rejection," Audrey defended, taking a drink from her beer.
"True," Layla agreed, and the rest of the girls at the table nodded.
The persistent clanging of the bell cut through the noise of the bar, fading out as chants of "Overboard!" crescendoed. The group shifted their attention to the bar, watching as a group of men dragged Ormsby away from the bar, one grabbing at his scrambling legs in an attempt to make the progress easier. Rooster snickered as Jake raised his beer in toast to the fallen fuckboy.
"So much for the college fund," Layla quipped, earning a snort from Audrey.
"Maybe I should tell him that all things considered, he dodged a bullet to the head," Javy mused. "Might ease the sting of being thrown overboard."
Audrey turned in her seat to face the rest of the table, putting her back to Javy. "Why is he always here if no one likes him?"
"We let the invite you, don't we?" Jake weighed in, gesturing to Clara and Layla.
"Watch it, Bagman," Phoenix warned as Jake winced, looking over at a stern Jas.
"Wait, she was invited?" Javy gasped in mock surprise. "I just assumed that one of you'd gone to the bathroom and said her name three times in the mirror."
"That's an invitation, dumbass," Audrey sniped.
"I wonder if it works in reverse. If I say your name backwards will you go away?" Javy asked, leaning over the table, closer to her. Audrey leaned in too, but before she could say anything, Phoenix cut in.
"Chill, you two."
Audrey's head whipped to face her, shooting the pilot a dirty look for allowing Javy to have the last word. Discontent with simply taking the win, Javy placed both hands on his table top. "I'm gonna go see if it works," he said, pushing himself up out of his chair. "If it does, you can all thank me later."
Audrey watched him go, her skin feeling hot and tight. Her eyes fell down to the beer he'd abandoned on the table and snatched it up, spitting into the glass before placing it back in front of his seat.
"Seriously?" Jake asked, giving her a perturbed look.
"Seriously," she shot back, taking a large swig of her own drink.
Down the table, Clara scooted her chair out. "I have to go to the bathroom too," she announced as she stood, earning a quizzical glance from Phoenix. Even Rooster looked up at her skeptically.
"I'll come with you," Layla offered, rising from her own seat, and Clara nodded before turning her attention to Audrey.
"Audrey?"
Audrey frowned lightly, shaking her head. "I'm fine."
Clara didn't move. Instead, she remained in her spot and tilted her head in the direction of the bathroom.
Audrey once more shook her head.
Clara gestured with her head again, earning looks from the rest of the table.
Audrey sighed. "Can I please just sit here and enjoy my beer since Javy isn't here to ruin it for me."
Clara smiled, and Audrey rolled her eyes, standing up from her chair. She quickly downed a third of her beer before heading off with Clara and Layla in the direction of the bathrooms. She appeared a glance to the front door as she passed, considering the option to just leave. But Clara and Layla knew where she slept and disappearing now might give Javy a sense of satisfaction, and she couldn't have that.
The three pushed into the small bathroom of the Hard Deck, Clara immediately spinning on her heel and crossing her arms.
"What?" Audrey asked flatly.
"Can you please play nice with Javy. Just for tonight?"
"Sure, if he suddenly learns to shut his mouth," Audrey shrugged.
Clara heaved a sigh. "Since we both know that that's not going to happen, can you agree to just be the grown up here?"
"Why?"
"It's Jas' birthday!" Clara exclaimed, raising her hands into the air.
"No, tomorrow's Jas' birthday. This is just the usual happy hour with a different name."
Clara cast a very disappointed look at Audrey, emanating even more "Mom friend" energy than before. "Layla, back me up."
"Clara's right," Layla appealed, more conciliatory than Clara. "You only came because of Jas. Just focus on her and ignore him."
It was a fair point, and Audrey conceded it with an incline of her head. But ignoring Javy and his bullshit was much harder than either of them seemed to acknowledge. Every time he opened his mouth and produced noise, it made her skin feel hot and tight. And he was always making noise. He was literally incapable of shutting the fuck up.
"Look," Audrey leveled, taking a breath. "I had a long day of back to school bullshit and parents are already up my ass about field hockey. I didn't even get to go home yet today."
"Which sucks, but you're an adult." Clara said, folding her arms across her chest once more as she stared at Audrey.
Audrey lasted ten seconds before the little Clara in her head started in on her.
This was supposed to be about Jas. She couldn't let Javy sit there and ruin Jas' birthday. Maybe she couldn't get him to stop, but she could at least control herself. That's what she told her students all the time.
"I hate you," Audrey grumbled, and Clara's face lit up into a smile.
"That's ok," she chirped, gathering Audrey into a hug. "I'll love you through it."
Audrey patted Clara's back before stepping out of the hug.
"You are right though. He is being extra Javy tonight," Layla agreed as she turned to open the bathroom door
Audrey pointed a finger at her, shooting a look at Clara as if to say 'See?'
Predictably, Clara ignored her, ushering her forward and out of the door, as if Audrey needed an escort back to the table. She huffed and followed Layla back through the crowd, her heart sinking as they neared the table and the back of Javy's head was all too visible.
He looked up at her as she sank back into her seat across the table, glowering. "And here I'd gotten my hopes up that it'd worked," he quipped.
Audrey glared at him before flicking her eyes towards Clara to share her displeasure.
For Jas, her roommate mouthed, and Audrey turned towards her beer, taking a large sip. She could feel Javy's eyes on her and his sense of amusement at her silence.
"I guess a silent Audrey is the next best thing," he smiled to Jake.
Audrey shot up from her chair. "I can't do this."
"Audrey," Clara said, looking up at Audrey pleadingly.
Audrey shook her head. "I've had to deal with enough today, I'm going home."
"At least finish your beer," Layla appealed.
Audrey reached down, sliding it to her roommate. "My parting gift to you. See you at the house."
Layla frowned even as she accepted the half-drunk beer, pulling it closer to her.
"Happy fake birthday, Jas," Audrey wished, and the doctor gave her a smile.
"See you tomorrow?" Jas asked, and Audrey nodded before leaving the group.
It was more of a journey to the door than she would have liked.
Then again, it was a Friday night after 9 pm. Of course the bar was going to be packed. She shouldered her way through the crowd, cutting through friend groups and conversations as she navigated her way out, a trail of dirty looks and grumbled insults in her wake. As if she gave a shit or it was some great inconvenience to be unable to see your date for five seconds.
When she finally lay her palms against the metal plate of the front door, it was a breath of relief. Almost as relieving as the soft breeze that greeted her outside as she pushed out into the night.
The startling silence of the parking lot had her shoulders drop for the first time in hours.
Finally. Some goddamn peace and quiet.
Audrey drew in another breath, expelling it as she stepped from the entrance of the Hard Deck out into the parking lot, the quiet crunch and skittering of gravel underfoot the only sound.
She was almost three cars down the row before she realized it wasn't just her footsteps disturbing the gravel.
It was six cars before she realized they were following her and not just veering off to their own vehicle.
Audrey took quick stock of her person. Keys in front right pocket. Phone in back right pocket. Wallet in back left pocket. Three rings on her left hand and two on her right. She casually slid the rings from her left onto her right, stacking the thumb ring to over the one already on her middle finger. No big rocks today, but the raised onyx and points of her sun ring could still do some damage.
She reached up to her ears, pulling the hoops out and sticking them in her front left pocket as her right hand grasped her keys, wishing she'd bothered to bring a hair tie.
"Hey," the man behind her called out. She ignored him, keeping her pace measured even as she tried to step a little further each time. His footsteps quickened however, only slowing as he approached, and Audrey whirled on him.
"What?" she snapped, coming face to face with the man who'd attempted to hit on her no more than thirty minutes ago. "Are you stalking me?"
"You're a bitch, you know that?" he asked, and Audrey scoffed, rolling her eyes as she turned back around.
"I'm talking to you," he insisted, grabbing at her arm. She spun, her arm breaking free from his loose grasp as her fist connected with his cheekbone. Pain shot through her knuckles and each place the rings were pressed into her skin, but watching him stumble back a step with a look of dumb shock made it worth it.
Whether it was the rings or her keys, a small gash leaked red onto his cheekbone.
"Don't fucking touch me," Audrey snarled.
His eyes met hers and his face darkened.
Shit.
She'd only been able to raise her fist again, keys clutched high in her hand before he caught hold of her, slamming her body into the silver sedan parked next to her.
"You dumb cunt," he growled, hands digging into shoulders as he held her in place.
Panic rose within her, churning in her stomach as she attempted to yank herself free or at least drive her knee into his groin. But he stood too close and held her too tightly against the car for her to do more than make jerking attempts and kick around pebbles.
"Hey!" a voice shouted, heavy footfalls crunching against the gravel. "Get off of her!"
Ormsby released Audrey but remained in her path, placing one arm next to her as he raised the other in greeting. "We're good," he said, placatingly as Javy slowed to a stop in front of them. He raised an eyebrow at Audrey who shoved at the other soldier to put distance between them. The man took a few steps to the side and then sighed, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "She gets like this when she's drunk. I was trying to stop her from driving home drunk, and got a bit too frustrated at her fighting me on it."
"Go fuck yourself, you psychopath," Audrey spat. "I don't even know you."
"We can talk about this in the car, just give me the keys," he said with a shake of his head, stepping closer to her and snatching the keys out of her hand before she could even react.
Her stomach rolled, and as he clicked the unlock button and her car's lights flashed behind them, she felt as if the earth had been pulled out from underneath her.
She did the only thing she could think of doing and lunged at him, clawing at his hand for her keys, but his grip was tight, and he sent her backwards with a rough shake of his elbow.
"Stop," he said, shooting her a disdainful look.
"Give me my fucking keys back," she snarled.
Ormsby shook his head, but paused as Javy put a hand to his chest, pushing him back lightly as well. He looked up in confusion at the pilot.
"You heard her," he said, gesturing with his head towards Audrey. The confusion and unsurety that had been on his face when he approached was gone now. Instead he looked, for the first time, intimidating. He was closed off and broader than he'd ever seemed, looming over Ormsby who was closer to Audrey's size. Despite herself, Audrey felt a small bit of relief.
"What?" Ormsby asked with an incredulous laugh.
"Give Audrey," Javy said, pointing towards her, as if there could be any other girl he was talking about. "Her keys back. Before I call the cops."
Ormsby straightened, his own act falling from him like a dropped mask. He mirrored Javy's stance, shoulders back, set jaw, eyes slightly narrowed. "Call the cops. You tell them your story, and I'll tell them about how you tried to attack me and my girlfriend, and we'll see what happens."
"You racist piece of–"
The last of Audrey's insult was lost to the sound of Javy's fist cracking into the other man's cheek.
"Shit," Javy swore, flexing his fingers from their fist. Ormsby man turned to look at him and there was a shared breath before he swung at Javy, the pilot stepping away and blocking the punch just in time.
"For fuck's sake," Audrey sighed. "Stop it."
Neither did. Instead, both threw jabs as they circled around each other.
Audrey weighed her limited options, eyes flitting to the door of The Hard Deck before a heavy thunking sound caught her attention.
Javy had hit the trunk of a car, landing awkwardly, half-way on his back as the other man held him there. Ormsby landed a hit under the ribs, and the color drained from Javy's face.
"Fuck," Audrey mumbled, darting towards them and practically launching herself at Ormsby. She jostled him to the side a bit, but he easily elbowed her off, sending her staggering back. Javy hadn't even bothered to use the distraction to his advantage. Instead he had begun to curl in on himself and was completely unprepared for the next blow Ormsby landed which sent him sliding down onto the gravel. Ormsby followed him down, but instead of continuing to punch, his hands wrapped around Javy's throat, and Audrey felt the breath leave her.
"Stop!" she shouted, her voice panicked. "You're gonna fucking kill him–stop it!"
She couldn't think with the blood rushing so loudly in her head. Instead, her eyes moved between them and the closed front door of The Hard Deck. She started towards the men again, only stopping when she caught a glint of silver in the gravel.
Her keys.
Audrey snatched them off of the ground and took off to the car, rapidly pressing the trunk button on her key fob as she approached. The popping sound of her trunk echoed even over Javy's feet moving against the gravel, and she shoved it up, grabbing one of the field hockey sticks from the chaos of her trunk.
And then she was sprinting back, all too aware that Javy's feet had stopped kicking.
Still running, Audrey swung the stick at Ormsby, listening to the wood collide with the back of his head with a sharp cracking sound. Even as he slumped off of Javy, Audrey brought the stick down again into his head, her stomach clenching at the thought of what would happen if he managed to get back up. It was this thought that drove her stick into his head several more times until at last, she stopped to survey him, chest heaving.
He wasn't moving.
But neither was Javy.
Audrey turned to where Javy lay, her muscles relaxing just the barest amount as she saw him curled on his side, attempting to sit back up. She lowered her weapon, taking a few steps towards him. "Are you alive?" she panted.
Javy looked up and started to answer but instead of words, only coughing came out. He nodded as he put a fist up to his mouth, attempting to find his voice once more.
"Do I need to take you to the hospital?" Audrey pushed, attempting to get a good look at him to assess the damage. He shook his head, the coughing dying down. "No," he answered, his voice scratchy and unusually weak. "Thanks."
Audrey nodded, unconvinced, watching as Javy finally pushed himself into an upright position. His eyes wandered from the field hockey stick at her side, up to her face.
"You ok?" he asked.
"I'm great," she answered, dryly, and he snorted before wincing, his hand coming up to rub at his throat. She eyed him, her mouth turning down into a frown. "Want me to get Jas?"
He shook his head again. "I'm fine."
"Sure you are," Audrey said, offering a hand to him. He took it, almost pulling her to the ground as he used her help to stand back up. They released hands quickly, both staring at each other.
"Why are you even out here?" Audrey asked.
"You know most normal people would have said thank you by now," Javy quipped, moving around Audrey so she had to spin to face him.
"Thank you for showing the barest amount of human decency and then allowing me to save your ass," she returned flatly. "Now are you going to answer my question?"
"I was sent to apologize," he answered, hand returning once more to his throat as he stood over the other man's body. "Sorry, by the way."
"We'll call it even," Audrey dismissed, her own eyes drifting down to Ormsby and the blood trickling down the side of his face. Her whole body went cold.
"Oh my God," she muttered, the field hockey stick falling from her hand as Javy bent down next to the body, feeling the neck for a pulse. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Javy looked up at her, his hand dropping to his side.
SUMMARY ››››› After the disastrous night out, Audrey and Javy promise that they’ll never tell anyone what happened ever, no matter what. So when their friends press them for where they went last night and word spreads around the base that a new Top Gun recruit has gone missing, the two find themselves doing something even worse than murder: starting a fake relationship with each other.
PAIRING ››››› Javy “Coyote” Machado x F!OC (Machera tag) And a reader version in the works too.
UPDATES ››››› As God himself deems fit. Get alerts on FFN or AO3
OCs ››››› Audrey Herrera, Jas Lane from @bobfloydsbabe, Clara Thomas & Layla Burton from @veetlegeuse.
MEDIA ››››› Gif Sets, Edits & Moodboards, Playlist,
