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sheepie-self-ships · 1 year

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Welp! I redid my blog again, and now I can redo the pinned post like I wanted to lmao

HI! I’m Sheepie!!

I’m 19, I use they/them pronouns, and I’m mostly just here to have fun :)

Here’s my carrd! But if you don’t want to look at all of that, here’s the important info on there under the cut!

MY COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN

I have an nsfw self ship blog, dm me if you want the url 💀

The tag for my self insert references is #self insert intros

The tag for my art is #sheepies art!

Rambling tag is #sheepie talks

Asks tag is #asks go brr

Crush tag is #sheepie crushes 😳

Storytelling is #sheepie lore

Gush tag is #sheepie gushes

Credit to pepper jackets for my pfp!

DNI IF:

You fall under general DNI criteria (LGBT+phobic, ace exclusionist, terf, racist, xenophobic, map/pedophile, pro ship, etc etc, basically if your vibes are rancid there’s the door 🚪)

You want to start drama. No one has time for that, I’ll block you on sight 👁️ 👁️

You don’t like self inserts/self shipping. If you got here and aren’t into it, you’re in the wrong corner of tumblr broski.

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW:

THIS IS NOT A FANDOM BLOG!!!! Aqua.bats fans I’m looking at you!! (/lh,silly) but for real, uhhh I am. This is a selfship blog, don’t go harassing me abt what I do over here when there are tags I have that you can block so you don’t have to see the things you don’t want to!

I’m comfy sharing almost all F/Os, but if you aren’t that’s cool :) either block their corresponding tags (I like to think I tag all my things correctly but sometimes it might slip through) or don’t follow, it was nice seeing you and I hope you have a good day :) my F/O list is below and in the carrd, linked above. I will say, I’ll probably update this post more often than the carrd, so be on the lookout!

I don’t tag a lot of TWs, or if it’s NSFW I normally just tag it #nsfw or I don’t reblog it 😅 if there’s something you want me to tag lmk!

MAIN ROMANTIC F/OS

I’ve said a few times I think but I’m comfy with sharing F/Os! The only one I am uncomfortable sharing is Toshinori, but you can still follow! I just need a tag to block <3

They all have individual tags if you would like to follow me but aren’t comfortable sharing

I have more f/os in my carrd!!

These are just my main guys! I post and reblog the most about these ones :)

All Might/Toshinori Yagi

My Hero Academia

tag: #no. 1 hero in my heart 🌻

old tag: #toshi 🌻

villain AU/All Smite tag: #evil toshi 🥀

status: Fiancé :))

anniversary: 6/14/18

~☆~

Shadow/Hiromi Higa

Sk8: The Infinity

tag: #he was a sk8er boy 🌷

old tag: #hiromiii 🌺

status: boyfrien

anniversary: 4/21/21

~☆~

Eagle.bones Falcon.hawk

The Aqua.bats! Su.per Sh.ow!

tag: #bonesy 🦅

Aqua.bats Platonic/General Tag: #AQB Lets Go! 🩵

status: depends on the point in the lore timeline LMAO

anniversary: 10/25/23

⚠️ Presidential Alert ⚠️

I do NOT ship with Ian Fow.les. Just his character in the show!

~☆~

Billy Hargrove

Stranger Things

tag: #bad reputation 🚬

old tag: #Billy H. 🚬

status: boyfrien :)

anniversary: 7/18/22

~☆~

#self ship promo #if I can even call it that #self ship intro #whoopsies this took too long to make #f/o list #past intro posts

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obscure-reference-girl · 1 year

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Masks and Misunderstandings Chapter 2

Pairing: Pavel Chekov/Leonard McCoy

Warnings: Swearing (because it’s Bones),

Word Count: 2331

Summary: Leonard thought that a nightclub where you had to wear a mask was idiotic, but he humored Jim and accompanied him to the club during shore leave anyway. After Jim fucked off into the crowd of dancing bodies without so much as a ‘never you mind’, Leonard went looking for him and found something unexpected. Meet unexpected: sexy, young, blonde...and if he reminded him a bit too much of a certain Russian navigator he wasn't going to linger on that thought.

Chapter Summary: Leonard deals with the aftermath of the previous night. He gets teasing from Jim, an STI test from Christine, and guilt as a special present from himself. He also find out through the gossip mill (AKA Jim Kirk) that he wasn't the only one who got lucky on shore leave.

Author’s note: Thank you so much to everyone joining me on this wild ride!

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45899593/chapters/115759018#workskin

The next morning Leonard woke to the sharp chime of his door, rolling over to look at his alarm clock with a groan. He should have been awake almost a half hour ago. They were leaving dock today and he had paperwork to get to. The door chimed again and he briefly considered taking out a phaser and shooting it. He knew exactly who had come to bother him.

“Go away Jim,” He groused, hearing the telltale click that meant Jim was taking no heed and was using his captain’s override to open the door. “God damnit Jim, have some decency.” Jim came striding into the room looking positively chipper, the door sliding shut behind him.

“Oh-ho-ho,” he crowed. “Bonesy, Bonesy, Bonesy. What am I going to do with you?”

It was obviously a rhetorical question but bones couldn’t help but respond with a sharp, “Maybe leave me alone to start with.”

“Now Bones, that wouldn’t be responsible,” Jim demurred. He was enjoying their role reversal a little too much. “I couldn’t find you at the club last night. I only had confirmation you made it back alive when I got back to the enterprise and the computer informed me you were in your quarters. It seems like you got up to much more fun than I did last night disappearing like that. I know you don’t trust me enough on my own to have just left.” Unfortunately Jim had a point. Len would never have left Jim at the club under normal circumstances. In fact, he barely remembered his return to the enterprise. When he couldn’t locate the mysterious man anywhere in the club, all the life had seemed to slump out of him and he somehow made his way back to his quarters on autopilot.

“Now,” Jim continued with too wide a smile, “It’s my job to drag you down to Nurse Chapel to be poked and prodded and declared free of alien STDs. But at least I let you sleep in.”

“How magnanimous of you. Now get out, I don’t have any alien STDs I was with a human.” The words were out of his mouth before he fully realized what he was saying. Jim stopped short.

“Wait, you really did fuck someone last night? Good for you Bones. God, you never do that. She must have been a knockout. Damn shame I didn’t see her first.” Jim was rambling, but he didn’t miss the way Leonard looked down ever so slightly at the word ‘she’. “No, a guy! Bones you haven’t been with a guy since what, college?”

Leonard climbed out of bed and started tugging on a uniform over his boxers and t-shirt - thankfully it seemed he had been present enough the previous night to shower and change before crashing into bed - and Jim now seemed to be registering the lack of Len’s impairment.

“Fuck, you’re not even hung over are you? You did that sober? I’m proud of you man.” Len could tell that the fucker actually meant it. He wasn’t trying to be patronizing. That was fine. Leonard was patronizing himself enough for the both of them. He couldn’t believe that he had actually had anonymous, unprotected sex in a public venue. That was Jim’s schtick. He was done dressing and finally noticed that Jim was carrying a paper bag.

“There’d better be breakfast in there.” He threatened. Jim just smiled back at him, knowing that threats were Len’s way of showing affection.

“Have a sandwich,” Jim replied solicitously. Leonard took the proffered breakfast sandwich wrapped in a napkin and started wolfing it down as he set off down the corridor, Jim trailing hurriedly behind him.

“So who was it, you really have no idea?” Jim wheedled as they entered the blissfully empty turbolift and were ushered towards the med bay.

“None,” Len replied shortly. “Not a member of the crew though.” At least he could rest assured of that. Except he wasn’t sure that he actually wanted to. He had felt such a strong connection to the mystery man of the previous night and as much as he knew it was a good thing that the man wasn’t a member of the crew, a part of him wished that he was, just so he could see him again.

“You’re absolutely sure?” Jim pressed.

“Why? Is there something you’re not telling me?” Len asked, suddenly suspicious.

“No,” Jim shrugged. “Just an idle thought really.” Len decided to leave that for later as he swallowed the last bit of his sandwich and exited the turbolift setting off down the corridor towards med bay. Jim caught up with him again easily and passed him a bottle of water as they approached the sliding doors. He took a few gulps and passed it back with a firm look at his friend.

“You are NOT coming in,” He stated, leaving no room for question, “Get your ass back on the bridge where it belongs and get this tin can in the sky before we’re late for our next mission.”

“Aye-aye boss.” Jim gave him a mock salute. “I can confidently leave you now that I have escorted you down here,” he paused and gave Len a sly look before continuing, “where Nurse chapel is waiting for you.”

“Jim-“ Len started, but Jim cut him off.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t tell her any details, just that she should be expecting you for a checkup and to report directly to me if you failed to make an appearance.” Jim turned and hustled off down the hall. Len just rolled his eyes and entered medbay with a groan at the bright lights. He quickly found Nurse Chapel working on a padd in her office. He stalked into the room, slamming the door behind him.

“Leonard! What has gotten into you?” She jerked her head up to glare at him. “Jim said to expect you, but Christ give a girl some warning.” Poor thing, she had no idea how awkward this was about to become.

“Sorry Christine.” He sat down on the couch and buried his face in his hands.

“You better not be here about a hangover, or I’m going to kick your butt.” When he didn’t respond Christine continued. “Don’t make me lecture you Leonard. Lord knows we get enough of it with this crew.”

“Ineedafuh STI paneh” he let out in a rushed breath into his hands.

“You’re going to have to actually say that to me and not your own epidermis Leonard.” He lifted his head to look woefully up at her.

“I need a full STI panel.” He clipped out through gritted teeth.

“You’re kidding.” She barked out on a sharp, short laugh. It was cut short by the look on his face. “Oh god, Leonard, you’re- you aren’t kidding.” Dawning horror bloomed across her face as she came to the realization. “Oh shit, Leonard, I’m sorry.” She immediately switched into nurse mode and Leonard had never felt quite so grateful for her friendship.

“Don’t worry about it,” Leonard shrugged her off. “Jim’s been enjoying himself at my expense since I woke up. To be fair, I deserve it.”

“I imagine he has been rather enjoying this rare occasion.” She chuckled. “But you don’t deserve anything and I don’t want to hear that again. Should you have been safer, more mindful? Well yes. You of all people know what’s out there. But is it normal and human and not the end of the world? Also yes.” She grabbed a hypo and drew a quick vial of blood. As she inserted it into her tricorder, she turned back to him with a look of friendly care that made Len’s heart give a squeeze. “Do you want to talk about?”

“No.”

“Because this must have been a singular event to make Mr. Safe Sex wind up sitting here.”

“Just an anonymous hook-up at a club on a pleasure planet, nothing more to it. Classic Jim Kirk Special.”

“Ok then.” She conceded and turned back to the tricorder. It beeped gently and she gave a satisfied nod at the read out. “All clear. You will need-”

“To get tested again in two weeks, yeah yeah I know” He cut her off.

“I know you know. Just make sure you actually do it. I will hunt you down Leonard McCoy.”

“I don’t doubt it.” He said before turning serious again. “Thank you Christine, really.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t.” They both chuckled at that and she busied herself transferring the tricorder data into a medical record on a pad.

She saved the file and closed out of it. Before she turned it off, he caught a glimpse at the file she had been working before he interrupted her. Pavel Chekov. Shit, what was the kid in for this time? It seemed like he was in the medbay every other week with broken bones or second degree burns. At the rate he was going, Chekov was going to beat the captain’s record for most lacerations requiring a dermal regenerator in a single year. Len blamed it on his penchant for experimental engineering. That and his penchant for stupid heroics on away missions. The kid was too good for this world. And too attractive to be constantly under Leonard’s nose, but that was beside the point.

“Chekov was in this morning?” He asked, trying to school his voice to a tone of typical doctorly concern. Just because he thought Pavel’s smile could outshine a dwarf star didn’t mean that the rest of the ship needed to know.

“Oh,” She replied absently. “Yes he was. Don’t worry Len, he’s perfectly fine.”

“Why would I be worried?” He asked with a scowl. She just shrugged in response while shooting him a far too innocent expression. Maybe he wasn’t quite as good at hiding his feelings as he liked to think. Fuck.

Leonard met up with Jim later for lunch. What could he say? He was a glutton for punishment and a creature of habit. Jim looked like he was practically bursting at the seams, trying not to bounce in his seat as Leonard joined him at the table in the captain’s mess.

“What is it,” He asked, giving Jim a long suffering look.

“I can’t believe you missed it Bones. I swear, the one time you aren’t on the bridge berating me.”

“What is it?” Len asked again, pulling a bowl of chicken pasta towards himself and digging in.

“Apparently you weren’t the only one who had fun last night! Chekov could barely sit down!”

Leonard froze with his fork hallway to his mouth, not noticing the heap of cheesy noodles that slid off and plopped onto the table with a wet thwack.

“Excuse me!” Leonard…well yiped was really the only description for it. He really would like to say that he didn’t sound more like one of Admiral Archer’s beagles than a human, but that would have been a lie.

“I know right? It sucks having to be all professional.” Jim complained. Leonard had to stop himself from snorting.

“Professional-yeah right! Like this is being professional.” He scoffed.

“Oh come on! I can’t even press him for details!” Jim whined and it really sounded like it was physically paining him.

“You’re damn right," Leonard said, "that would be completely inappropriate.”

“But I want to know! I’m not just his captain, you know, I’m his friend too! But I have to be all mature and just take no for an answer.“ To be fair, Jim really had become good friends with Pavel during the two and a half years since he had become his chief navigator. The entirety of the senior crew had. It was virtually impossible to dislike Pavel Chekov.

“Oh you poor baby.” Len said. He knew first-hand how much Jim hated to be left out of the loop regarding his friends' romantic entanglements, but felt no sympathy for the nosy fucker.

“I really want to know! Chekov has pretty damn high standards. He wouldn’t just be taking it from anybody.”

“Come on Jim don’t be crude.” Leonard knew that this was asking entirely too much of the man. And it wasn’t as if he wasn’t plenty crude himself at times. But he really didn’t want to think about Chekov ‘taking it’ from anyone. ‘Anyone other than yourself’, his subconscious supplied unhelpfully. No, that wasn’t entirely true. He didn’t want Pavel Chekov to ‘take it’ from him. Len wanted to worship the younger man until he couldn’t remember his own fucking name. But he was possibly feeling just a little bit guilty about how roughly he had fucked the stranger from the night before. If the young man happened to have dark blonde curls and a similarly delectable ass…well that was neither here, nor there.

The similarities really were striking. Leonard might have actually worried that the mystery man WAS Pavel, but he knew that it wasn’t remotely possible for one very simple reason. He may not have been able to make out much about the other man’s features beneath his mostly full mask, but Leonard’s own features were barely obscured by the small piece of leather that he had been wearing. Anyone from the enterprise would have known exactly who he was and there was NO way that Pavel Chekov would knowingly want to fuck him. If there had been any doubt in his mind, he wouldn’t have let it happen in the first place regardless of his own desires. Or at least he wanted to believe that he wouldn’t have. No, he definitely would not have. He was a superior officer and it would be entirely inappropriate. Of course he wasn’t actually in Pavel’s direct line of command, and therefore there were no actual regulations against it…but he was still far too old for the kid.

“You know what I mean Bones.” Jim said, drawing Len’s attention from his inward musings.

“Unfortunately I do. Jim. Unfortunately, I do.”

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