#tos x q

[pharawee]

And you? Can I put my trust in you?

[loislaina]

[coffee-in-that-nebula]

My trek-themed valentine cards

[buckyisonfire]

More Star Trek text post memes because I’m bored

[milkloomis]

Here's two more of these cus art is hard

[sassypossumm]

Who's Being Unreasonable?

Who's to say you're the one being unreasonable? Even if you are... still it's rude to point that out.

I have an unreasonable (but entirely logical) amount of love and obsession for this Vulcan.

Word Count: 795

It had started out simply enough. A minuscule disagreement about nothing in particular... that was until...

"Y/N, you are being unreasonable."  

The match had been struck. You'd stormed out of your shared quarters with Spock, determined to give him the cold shoulder until he saw fit to apologize for the perceived slight. Begrudgingly you admitted to yourself that it really was ludicrous to hold onto a grudge, but it was the principle of the thing... or at least that's what you told herself as you placed the PADD on her desk and leaned back in your chair, stewing over the argument. 

Alright, it would be an exaggeration to classify it as an argument. It had been more of a difference of opinions. A difference of opinions that had devolved into a disagreement. A disagreement that had devolved into Spock calling you unreasonable. You bristled at the thought, the 'wound' still fresh in your mind. 

"I'm not being unreasonable." You grumbled to herself, leaning forward in your chair at the light knock on your office door. 

"Counselor." Spock opened the door and stepped inside. 

"Commander." You said cooly, picking up the PADD and turning your attention to a behavioral study you were following. You knew that he was standing there watching you. And you knew that it was infantile and petty to give him the silent treatment, but darn it, you couldn't bring herself to swallow your pride and admit that you were wrong. 

"Counselor, it may have escaped your notice, but it seems that you haven't consumed adequate nutrients today." Her lips twitched at his concern, but you quickly cleared your throat and glanced at him. 

"It hasn't escaped my notice, Commander." Your tone was calm as you turned your eyes back to the PADD. Spock raised a brow at your childish behavior. 

"You require nourishment, Y/N." You sighed and put the PADD down. 

"I understand what my body needs, Commander." You sighed and put the PADD down, meeting his eyes in challenge. 

"It would seem, Counselor, that you indeed, do not."  His gaze met yours calmy, his tone neutral but firm. 

"I suppose you're going to tell me that I'm being unreasonable again." You folded your arms. 

"Logically speaking, you are indeed behaving in an unreasonable manner. It is irrational to deny yourself nutrition simply because you are angry." Your face turned red. 

"Commander, whether I eat or not is my own personal business. You needn't concern yourself." 

"I would be a negligent partner if I didn't ensure your wellbeing." Spock looked at you pointedly. You felt your face flush in shame. 

"I'll eat."You said quietly, leaning back in the chair, refusing to meet his eyes. He looked at you for a moment longer before nodding. 

"Very well." He turned to leave, pausing mid-step and turned to study her. "I'll see you this evening in our quarters." You nodded without meeting his eyes, relaxing when you heard the door shut. Sighing, you promptly headed for the nearest replicator. 

That Evening

If you hadn't just checked the environmental controls, you would've sworn that the temperature in the room was several degrees colder than usual. You and Spock sat up in bed reading. While neither of you had ever been much for cuddling, all the same, the gap between you was especially noticeable. Placing his PADD on the nightstand, he turned to look at you. 

"It's approximately twenty-three hundred hours. Is it acceptable for me to turn the lights off?" You sighed and put your own PADD on your nightstand. 

"Yeah, that's fine."  

"Computer, dim light settings to an acceptable kelvin for sleeping." The lights slowly dimmed, leaving you in a dark silence. "Good night, Y/N." Spock said simply, rolling over and pulling the covers up to his ears. You lay silently in the darkness for an indeterminable amount of time before his voice broke the silence again. "I care deeply for you, ashayam." 

That did it. 

You scooted closer until you were almost pressed against his back and lightly kissed his shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, ashayam." You whispered against his skin. Spock hummed and rolled onto his back. 

"In light of our reconciliation, it would seem appropriate to engage in physical closeness. You fought a smile and rested your head on his shoulder, lacing your fingers through his. 

"It would be most appropriate." With an affirmative sound he brushed his lips against your temple. "Good night, mon étoile." 

"I'm not certain I'll ever understand your propensity for terms of endearment in a language neither of us are proficient in." 

"Maybe I get it from my father." You chuckled kissing his shoulder again. "Go to sleep." 

"Good night, mon ciel étoilé." He said quietly. You smirked to yourself and let his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep. 

(If you noticed that Y/N is Q coded, then you get a cookie!)

[avana-arts]

My Star Trek versions of Barbie movie meme :3

[respectthepetty]

I see these two knowing this is NOT GOOD but still fully wanting it.

You aren't Superman, Q! He don't wanna be saved! Don't save him!

[ensigngareth]

Do you know the sheer horror you feel when you over hear your captain's husband whisper to him "I'm going to stuff you like a chicken captain after this."

[doctorbeverlycrusher]

Saw this template from @lordlexion and decided to do one myself

(I haven’t seen any of the movies yet so I chose my favourite episode)

The template:

[spockspooky]

Spock is a god who creates a bubble universe just to watch James grow up by finding him as a baby in the middle of the woods; the inhabitants of that place without almost all actors who care for Jim (as in the Truman show) but, in the end, end up destroying themselves.

Spock goes to that universe kissing James' cheek, telling him not to cry, that it's just another bad dream.

[pharawee]

Do you want to do it your way or my way? It's your choice.

[bardicious]

Okay, I know I wont shut up about this show, lmao, but they mentioned TRELANE. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES. I miss you, you stupid stupid man.

[stellarred]

TOS Predecessor to Qcard???

I just watched TOS Metamorphosis tonight, and I couldn't help but think of Qcard a little.

Here you have an extremely powerful entity that is

a. very protective and possessive of Zehfram Cochran, a human male

b. gets jealous of others, including Kirk, Spock, etc who try to interfere with its human

c. Kirk even says that it treats Cochran like a "master of a loved pet."

But then, he corrects himself by calling the relationship for what it is--LOVE.

McCoy and Spock also tell Cochran that he is the Companion's "lover" and that it *loves* him.

Cochran snaps a bunch of stuff about "decency" etc and says he won't be "fodder for some alien entity, and refuses to love the alien. The wounded female delegate observes that **he runs away from love.**

Ooh! Sound familiar?

My heart is ACHING for Qcard!

Companion: "The man (Cochran) is the center of all things."

Now, if only Data really knew the truth of Picard and Q. "Beloved pet" yeah, right.

In the end, the Companion chooses to take on a human female form to be with Cochran.

Happily ever after.

** Wouldn't it be crazy if Picard met a woman, fell in love, and it was actually Q?***

There had to be some inspiration gleaned from this episode.

[puck-luck]

calling quinn “captain” in bed and he goes feral

warnings: emosh quinn, sex as comfort HIII, masturbation (fingering), wee bit of dirty talk, riding, unprotected p in v, use of "captain" pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader summary: the one where quinn comes home after the 'nucks are knocked out of the playoffs (i am not manifesting!!) and he and his girl make up for the time missing each other. wc: 1601

The playoffs had come to an end with a simmer for the Canucks. Quinn, who had led his team to so many victories throughout the season, was headed home after game seven of the second round– just narrowly missing the finals for the Stanley Cup.

You had called him briefly after the game, but he wasn’t in the mood to talk. He had been quiet, listening to you speak about your day– a topic that he himself had requested, so unhappy with his game that he didn’t even want to acknowledge the fact that he played hockey for a living.

Listening to you talk about the book that you read that day, the walk that you had gone on with your best friend, and the annoying conversation you had to have with your boss that you hate made him feel like he was just a normal guy for a day.

Now, with him on the way home, you were ready to comfort him in any way that you could.

And it started by making him forget about his problems in the way that only you were allowed to do.

That’s why you were waiting on your couch, naked, legs spread and a finger on your clit. Quinn was due to walk through the door at any minute and the first thing you wanted him to see when he walked into his apartment was his girlfriend waiting for him.

Quinn mused about your beauty all the time, whether it was in public or just to you or just to himself. He had told you many times over the course of his relationship that though you were beautiful all the time, there was nothing like the way you looked underneath him as his cock thrust inside you. 

Tonight, he would certainly be inside you. You were just hoping that you’d be the one on top of him, taking care of him, making him feel good.

The lock flipped as Quinn unlocked the door, making you perk up and tilt your head with innocent eyes at the front door. 

“Hi, Q,” You greeted.

Quinn had crossed the threshold with his head down, dragging his suitcase behind him. His face was soft when he looked up at you, placated like he was happy to see you but still so, so sad. Then, his eyes fixed on your fingers, the ones that were running up and down your glistening slit.

“Hi,” Quinn replied, seeming frozen in place. His eyes darted between yours and your fingers.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” You said. You reached up to pinch a nipple between the fingers of your other hand, watching Quinn’s eyes follow your movements.

He shrugged off his jacket, toed off his shoes. “Anything in particular?” He asked.

“Been missing your cock, Q. I’ve been feeling so empty without you around to fill me up.”

His eyes widened almost imperceptibly. Quinn shifted his weight from one foot to the other, reaching up to unbutton his shirt. 

As the expanse of his chest appeared to you, the light dusting of hair that you loved so much, you moaned softly and pushed a finger inside yourself. It was smaller than Quinn’s, and the angle was always weird when you fingered yourself, and it was hard to get any real pleasure without getting your other hand on your clit, but it was worth seeing the look on Quinn’s face and the way his pants tightened.

“I tried my fingers, Q. I tried my toys. They just– oh– they weren’t as good as you.”

“Fuck, I missed you,” Quinn said, crossing the room and kneeling over you. “That mouth, so dirty, baby.”

You leaned up, capturing Quinn’s soft lips with your own. The kiss was wet, both of you trying to convey just how much you had wanted each other while Quinn was gone without saying a single word. Your finger never ceased moving inside of you, although Quinn had started to rub over your clit. You worked in tandem, comfortably, making your body roll into the pressure. Your movements, and his, were slow, savoring the fact that you were together again and would be for nearly the whole off season.

“I want to ride you,” You breathed into Quinn’s mouth, so quiet that he would practically have to taste the words on his tongue to understand you.

He did, though. Of course he understood what you said. He knew immediately, with the way he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you with him as he sat back onto the couch. He fumbled with his pants, unzipping them and pulling them down his thighs just enough that they were out of the way. 

You sank down on his cock as soon as he pressed it against your opening, your mouth falling open with the sensation.You panted into Quinn’s mouth as you began to lift yourself up and down. 

Quinn’s hands were resting on your hips, doing nothing except acting as a presence, something to anchor you as you rose and fell on his length. 

“Feel so good,” Quinn praised, transfixed by the way your hair was framing your face and the way you bit your bottom lip when you found your g-spot without his help. “Was this what you imagined while I was gone, doll?”

“Yeah, yeah,” You agreed. “Fuck, Quinn, I needed you to take care of me.”

His heart quivered in his chest at that, those words meaning more to him than so many of the things you could have said when he came home. 

“I’m here,” Quinn assured you, his fingers pressing into your skin, grabbing and enveloping the shape of your hipbones. “Gonna take care of you forever.”

“So good.” You began to bounce up and down harder, more quickly, relishing in the way Quinn’s skin slapped against yours. “Q,” You whined, clutching at the muscles of his shoulder, one hand pressing against his chest. “Quinn, I’m gonna come, oh, Captain…”

All the breath flew out of Quinn like it was stolen from his lungs, squeezed like a tube of toothpaste that had just one more use left in it. It was like his vision went dark, the word echoing in his head. Captain, captain, captain.

Quinn’s hips moved of their own accord. His hands, having once rested delicately on your hips, were now clutching your ass desperately. 

“My girl, fuck, need me to take charge like I do on the ice? Need your captain to fill you up ‘cuz you can’t make yourself feel good? Have I spoiled you that much?” Quinn rambled, fucking into you with earnest. 

He brought one hand up to the back of your neck, pulling you flush against his chest. His hips were like a machine, fucking into you so well, so consistently. It was militant, Quinn able to play you like a violin after memorizing your body long, long ago.

You could only moan in response, the kiss of his cock against your walls, as strong as a heartbeat turning your mind to jelly. What was originally a night meant to tease Quinn, to prioritize him, had quickly devolved into a night of mind-numbing, leg-shaking pleasure for you.

“Looked so good, touching yourself when I walked in,” Quinn continued. “Such a pretty sight to walk into. You’re all mine, huh? Just needed me to come home and make you feel good? Show me what I was missing?”

“Quinn,” You whimpered.

“Captain,” He corrected.

“Captain,” You repeated, drawn out. As if hypnotized, you were willing to repeat back anything he said. “Can I come?”

Quinn groaned, gravelly in the back of his throat. He lifted you up and down to meet his thrusts, watching the way his cock disappeared inside of you. His eyes focused on the ring of your wetness around the base of his cock, the clear pool of juice that glinted on his abdomen in the light.

“Please,” You begged, your head finding the curve of his neck. “It’s so good, Cap. I need to come, please let me come.”

“Come, baby,” Quinn encouraged, his thrusts growing uncoordinated as you squeezed him. “Come with me.” With just a few more thrusts, Quinn felt himself burst, spurting inside of you. The aftershocks overtook him when you let out a sigh at the feeling of him, his warmth, filling you up in a way it hadn’t in so long that you’d missed so much. 

For a few minutes, you and Quinn just basked in the feeling of being reunited with the person you loved. 

“Captain,” He eventually said aloud, stating it like he was feeling out the way the word felt in his mouth. Quinn eyed you, raising a brow.

“I like the way you take care of your team,” You admitted. You reached out and toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, twirling it around your finger. “Reminds me of how you take care of me.”

Quinn’s heart flipped in a funny way, something akin to heartbreak but so much warmer. “I love you so much,” He said, forcing the words out in a way that he hoped conveyed just how genuinely he felt them. 

You smiled, soft and sweet, and continued to play with his hair. You two sat there, on the couch in the presence of the other, until you lost track of time. Eventually, when you were blinking slowly and Quinn could feel your eyelashes beginning to flutter against his neck in a way that signaled your exhaustion, he picked you up and carried you to bed.

Always taking care of you.

note: ANOTHER MONDAY MORNING ONESHOT! I AM NOTHING IF NOT CONSISTENT ABOUT MONDAY MORNINGS! feeling like a fuckin pirate writing this captain shit (i love y'all and i looove reading captain kink fics (that one threesome between quinn and nico...) but i felt like a damn pirate! aye aye matey!) i'll stick to my daddy kink a-thank-yewwww also: game 4? in nash? holy shit! quinn's hair is so much darker in person and it looks so fluffy. he's pretty (and looks lost all the time) and also i never saw him make eye contact with anyone standing at the glass during warmups. also-also his tapejob on his socks was so weird? also also also: he was adjusting his gear literally every thirty seconds between whistles and no one else was– does your gear not fit, brother?

[t0ast-ghost]

Watching Star Trek TOS for the first time, and here are my thoughts on episode three (Charlie “X”)! (I didn’t do episode two cause I just wanted to watch it but I love Bones)

- so far I really like the kid

- Kirk shut up, let Charlie talk

- oh no he’s frightened by the door :(((

- girls do not look THAT different, getting some bad vibes from you Charlie

- BONES!!! (Why does he stand like that, it’s so curved)

- “I want people to like me” oh god they gave this boy anxiety

- He’s learning about the patriarchy, like Ken

- Kirk making Bones tell Charlie about puberty, he looked so defeated

- SPOCKS EYESHADOW!!!

- Charlie gets a Kirk assigned father, it’s not Kirk himself but he did assign Bones to do it, can’t you see the man is tired Jim?!?

- why is she being mean to Spock in verses? Nvm this is fun and he’s enjoying her singing

- HE SLAPPED KIRKS BUTT WHAT

- “there’s no right way to hit a woman.. you know man to man.. uhh… you understand, Charlie?” That was the worst way to try and explain anything, Kirk

- “I put meatloaf in the ovens, now there’s turkeys, real turkeys” then Charlie’s little laugh

- aww they’re playing chess together, normal husband activities

- “you smell like a girl” “I feel hungry… all over” back the fuck up Charlie

- stop trying to get Bones to explain stuff to him, Kirk

- this episode is just so icky, one issue is that they can’t just have an adult conversation and they can’t explain anything properly to him, they’re just telling him no and that he’s wrong. It’s a good example of how concealing information doesn’t allow people to find their own morals but instead creates a bunch of rules which can be easily broken if the person doesn’t believe in them because they don’t understand the logic behind them. (Not saying that the boundaries they’re setting for him are wrong, he just can’t understand them because they’re not explaining shit)

- SHUT UP SAM HE’S TRYING- oops Sam’s gone

- damn that German expressionist lighting tho, like something out of metropolis

- I FUCKIN DARE YOU KIRK, PICK HIM UP SEE WHAT HAPPENS

- okay Kirk saying it’s his choice is good cause at least he’s teaching him that these things he does are his own actions

- “short tempered, because he doesn’t understand” cause you won’t explain shit without mind games and metaphors

- Spock and Bones DO NOT want to get involved

- when Charlie’s explaining what he did to the Antares Bones looks absolutely terrified (Bones sitting like that on the table is… I have many thoughts)

- OH NO UHURA!

- Don’t you dare call Spock Mr. Ears

- “Teenager with supernatural abilities realizes his full potential and decides to use it for evil NOT CLICKBAIT”

- Why would you do that, why would you turn her into an iguana

- GET HIM!!! Wait no! Janice!

- “I love you” “you don’t know what that means” good for her, fuck you Charlie

- He gave Kirk period pain

- “cause you need me to run the ship, and I need him” Spirk? It’s more likely than you think

- this slide from Bones

- “I don’t think you can handle anymore, you’ve reached your limit” Spock and Bones start fucking shit up immediately for Kirk

- Kirk was so ready to punch a bitch

- nice fucking try Charlie- oh Kirk is defending him- nvm he still gets yoinked

- imagine if Charlie becomes Q lol (is that a thing? Are they related?)

- well that’s done now… where’s Scotty, Sulu, and Checkov? (Sulu appeared shirtless in the credits as I wrote that)

Thanks for sticking around again :)

Here’s a link to the first ramble

And all the other rambles

Below the cut is some thoughts I had on the second episode

Some thoughts on episode 2 (The Man Trap):

- it was kinda funny seeing Jim be like “she’s old as fuck, just like Bones”

- I didn’t realize that was where “he’s dead, Jim” came from and my dad quotes it all the time

- it was interesting that even the creature referred to themselves as an animal

- McCoy in the ending where he really didn’t want to kill somebody he loved even if they were just the image

- would not want to be the person to explain what happened to her to Bones