#james bond q

[gillieey]

💜 snowy stripy jumper spectre 💜

[sl-newsie]

For the sake of everyone can we please have a Funko Pop made for every TV character?

[caribbean1989]

Spectre (2015)

[benoits-neckerchieves]

00q vibes

[theartofzan]

Artober Day 11: Q

MI6's Quartermaster is getting ready for the spooky season with a seasonal candy corn sweater! Today's piece is a collab with the incredible @sunnydoodleboop who drew James Bond in his Halloween best!

Sunny has also been participating in the month art challenge and has been putting out /STUNNING/ art, I'm so thrilled that we got to team up for some 00Q! <3

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[gremlinbean]

Hackers who end up working for the government to avoid prison time is a small niche, but one of my faves

[alpurrtwhizkersss]

Please write for Q. No one does and it’s so sad

I Love You

Requested By: Anonymous!

Genre: Angst, Eventual Fluff

Prompt: None

Author’s Note: this one was actually an OC fic that I’ve taken and converted into an X Reader, so if anything sounds strange or out of context then that’s why lol, but I think it translates pretty well to a self insert, apart from the weird formatting… that’s just a Google Docs-Tumblr issue lol :) hope you enjoy, anon!

Q opened his eyes, the small beams of light from between his curtains hit him like a tiny truck, he groaned and rolled over onto his front, welcoming the darkness of his pillow. Another night of that dream.

That had been the third week in a row in which Q had been subjected to reliving his experience with Y/N in that tiny storage room. It had also been three weeks since the incident had occurred, and Q felt… strange. He still loved Y/N as much as he did before the kiss, only… he wasn’t sure if Y/N felt the same. Trying to read Y/F/N Y/L/N was like trying to read a book upside down while riding a horse… in lava, it was difficult, and Q wasn’t much of a people-person, anyway, which made the whole situation worse. Q sighed, and swung his tired legs over the side of his bed, he glanced down at where Y/N was asleep beside him and took in their features, still fast asleep. He gazed lovingly over their eyes and marvelled at how beautiful their Y/H/C hair falling across their face made them look, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“You shouldn’t frown, Q… it imprints on you, love.” Q perked up and noticed that Y/N’s eyes were only slightly open, yet still open enough to see the man staring at them, he ducked his head and felt heat flush his cheeks, he didn’t bother to stutter out a reply as he stood to begin to make breakfast.

Y/N let out a quiet sigh at this movement, and got up to follow him, their footsteps padded slowly behind him as they yawned and rubbed their eyes.

“Would you rather have toast or cereal for breakfast?” Q called to them, his voice slightly raspy from lack of use overnight. Y/N walked up behind him and wrapped their arms around his waist, leaning their head on his shoulder and kissing his cheek, Q smiled softly before catching himself, can’t get attached, he thought, you’ll only get hurt, he wriggled out of their grip softly and walked over to the coffee machine to begin preparing his drink.Y/N, as usual, hid their hurt feelings behind an emotionless face. “I’ll have cereal, please.” they spoke, and Q nodded. Y/N made their way over to the breakfast table and smiled as one of Q’s cats rubbed herself against their leg. “Hello, gorgeous girl.” they cooed, kneeling down to stroke the furless fur-baby. “I think Bellamy likes me, Q.” but Q didn’t reply, only continued pouring the milk into their cereal. Y/N narrowed their eyes and stood, staring holes into the back of his head. “Q, did I do something to upset you last night?” they questioned softly, trying to hide the hurt behind their words, Q shrugged and brought their bowl over to the table, “No, you didn’t.” He said simply, and Y/N narrowed their eyes, taking a seat at the table as Q sat on the opposite side, “Then… Why are you acting so withdrawn?”, they asked, eating a spoonful of their cereal, Q suddenly slammed his spoon down on the table, he stared angrily at Y/N.

“Why am I acting withdrawn? You want to know why I– alright, fine! I don’t know how you feel about me, Will, you’re so loving and affectionate with me here, at home, but when we’re at work you… lose that completely! If you want to just be friends, it’s fine, you can tell me, but please, for the love of God, stop leading me in circles.” Q spoke loudly, and Y/N was slightly taken aback. Their eyes searched Q’s, and they found themself unsure of what to say for a moment. Suddenly, their confusion turned to anger, they stood up and stared him down from the other side of the table.

“I can’t believe I’m actually hearing this, oh my God! Q, do you honestly think that I’d act like this with you if I wasn't completely and irrevocably in love with you? I don’t just want to be friends, Q, I want to be loved by you… romantically, I want to do all the stupid, lame things that couples do, like- like going on picnic dates, and dancing to the terrible songs on the radio at 3 in the morning, and cuddling until we fall asleep in each others arms-” Y/N sputtered out, their pace making their words almost unintelligible to anybody if they weren’t listening intently, Q spoke their name softly, his expression changed to a regretful one.

“No, no, it’s my turn to speak, and your turn to listen, Q. The reason I don’t interact with you much at work anymore is because I don’t want to embarrass you! I don’t want to be all weird and couple-y because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I don’t want to be too much for you, but I- I want you to love me…”

The silence in the room was deafening, Y/N stared at Q.

“Say something, Q…” they swallowed, their hands clammy and their eyes watering, Q stood up from his seat and slowly walked over to Y/N, he stared them right in the eyes, and kissed them. Y/N grasped at his face immediately, letting tears fall from their eyes as he pulled back. “Does that mean that you like me again?” they spoke softly, their voice raw and shaky, “I’ll always like you. I’ll always love you, actually. You’re my home.” Q replied, smiling softly.

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[sunnydoodleboop]

Oops...my hand slipped. Guess I'm in the Bond Films fandom now.

[qprsmackdown]

Propaganda (under the readmore)

James Bond and Q

you can guess what else i submitted based on the obscurity. sorry.

- preface i have never watched the james bond movies. my friend is obsessed with it and everything i know about these two is osmosis from xem. i cannot express this enough - these literally might be ocs at this point and xey're too stubborn to admit it's not james bond yaoi anymore

- typical soft vs hard but it goes both ways: • externally, bond is hard, he's a secret agent and goes on missions and nearly dies plenty of times. he's scarred, he's fit, he passes medicals. • externally, q is soft. he doesn't go into the field, he's the man behind the desk, directing the missions. he's skinny, he knows bare minimum self defence. he's not a barrier. • internally, bond is always on the move. he never settles down. he can't have a lover, a family, someone who gets him. it's a hazard, a risk. he, at most, has q guiding missions for consistency. • internally, q is so difficult. he has nothing dragging him from life, but he desperately wants the risk outside of work. he wants someone there that knows he's more than the quartermaster, more than someone that stands behind a desk. it's tempting, to flee, but he can't.

- bond and q are perfect foils. they have what each other crave but they can't commit to romance. even now, they don't want it, don't need it. but there's this understanding between them, that they're more than just friends. they're not in love, but they are: they know the ins and outs, how each other work, what drives the other to function. they match. they work.

- they have banter and jokes nobody else gets, but they know they're not meant to get it, it's something for bond and q to understand - they constantly worry over one another and it would physically ache if the other was damaged - they both know there's no love, but there's Love. when bond goes to sleep in the field he thinks of q, waiting there with open arms. when q works late at mi6, he watches bond on missions, silently praying for all to go well

- in fanfiction q always has cats. these cats have no canon name. i think this adds to the appeal of qbond qpr - q is literally named q he is the q in the qpr. if you flip the b in bond a few times you also get the p

- bond still seeks romance outside of the qpr and this is respected and occasionally joked upon when bond is comfortable - bond's romantic and sexual prospects aren't a liability to the relationship, instead q embraces it and encourages bond to do so, to have someone else to feel safe with because he Deserves it

- autism

The Fellowship

look i didnt think abt this until i saw the ask but ur sosososo right. they just. they support each other through everything and they learn together and grow together and even when they have to split up they remember each other always. theyre from such different places but they sill stick together and love each other and they arent afraid to show it.

[gillieey]

❄️ another cheeky 00q sketch because sometimes theyre all i think about....❄️

[sideways-hedghog]

it's been a hot minuet since i wrote fic, and an even hotter one since i wrote from my qpr 00q series, and i decided i wasn't going to get into any q's name plots for it, but regardless i have my own idea for his name thats so unhinged and another one thats just a mildly funny scrabble joke.

idea one:

his name is Harley, at some point in uni he smacked someone with a baseball bat and got the nickname harley quinn which got shortened to quinn. so when people who know him as q hear someone call him quinn they assume its his real name and that Harley is a nickname relating to motorcycles.

idea two:

if his name is ben, then he's ben 10, because scrabble points

[caribbean1989]

Ben Wishaw as Q in Skyfall (2012)

[archerygun]

James Bond movie concept

James Bond. Unsurprisingly, another one of my hate obsessions. I know an absolutely unreal amount of Bond trivia for someone who hates the films. But I’ve formed a sort of Stockholm Syndrome about them, and part of that revolves around my obsession with how I’d make them good (or just personally appealing to me as a piece of cinema).

LET’S GO.

So, back in the 60s-maybe 70s if we’re pushing it (because I know Roger Moore is an icon - HE NAMED GEORGE LAZENBY AS A TOP THREE BOND, LOOK, I GIVE HIM MY RESPECT FOR THAT AT LEAST), James Bond is called to tackle another villain who’s built a mysterious machine believed to be a superweapon MI6 isn’t totally sure about yet. A mixture of recon and destruction.

Bond fights the villain, he’s about to win, but Villain (nameless cos I’m lazy) activates the machine. 007 is officially pronounced missing.

Flash forward to the modern day.

A man turns up at MI6 headquarters, demanding to see M. He says he has important information for him, and claims to be ‘007’ - a sign that definitely doesn’t belong to him. They look the man up, probably to send him home, but they can’t find a single thing about him ANYWHERE.

The documents on Bond, and what he was fighting against, have all been super duper sealed, and everyone in his MI6 died and took the knowledge with them. He’s been wiped from history, pretty much. We’re a good nation at hiding things. So while MI6 work to unseal old documents, they reluctantly assign Bond to the mission of taking down Villain, who has also mysteriously reappeared and is being a massive Pain In The Arse.

(The machine in question somehow freezes the two in stasis; the level of threat posed to the world and villain’s motivation? You decide.)

Cue average time-travel comedy beats (mostly contributed by my friend who I bounced this idea off of).

“Wow, Q! You’ve really outdone yourself! What is this astonishing machine!?”

“Bond, this is an iPhone.”

Can:

Kill anyone within a mile radius

Speak several languages fluently

Fiddle with specialised equipment

Fly a jetpack

Can’t:

Coffee machine

“You’re telling me you disarmed a nuclear rocket and you need help because you changed your phone’s language to Japanese and can’t change it back.”

“THE ROCKET DIDN’T HAVE TOUCH-SCREEN.”

Bond still operates on what was considered ‘inconspicuous’ in 1969 and shows up to an undercover op in full florals and flares. “You said it was a party. I’m just trying to blend in!”

M is going to be losing her mind. Q might die of frustration. It would be glorious. Lean into the weird family dynamic MI6 has in older Bond movies. Hell, no romance. Just 2 hours of “What do you mean, ‘CPR’?”

[yourfavisasamefooder]

Q from James Bond is a samefooder! His safe foods are Earl Grey tea and desserts!

requested by @strawberrysapphocake

[preordainedplace]

i love ben whishaw so much god i wish british people were real

[sailoreuterpe]

@prismatic-bell

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