Imagine Spock being little and having a stuffed animal as his comfort item, maybe a big stuffed whale
obviously he’s super attached to it
and when he goes to visit earth with Amanda and Sarek, he accidentally loses it in the taxi they’re taking and doesn’t realize until it drives away.
After a moment the passersby are watching this ENORMOUS Vulcan /tearing/ after a taxi with his robes flapping in the wind and FINALLY he catches up with the driver, and when he finally catches his breath he says
"My son left his stuffed toy in here, I ask that it be returned."
and the driver thinks it’s super cute because Vulcans really do love their babies and she tells the story to anyone who asks about her work, the story of how the Vulcan ambassador chased her taxi four blocks to get back a stuffed toy for his son
Thank you sir for destroying my ovaries
This may or may not be based on the absolutely true story of my family reunion.
spock has puppy dreams pass it on
We should probably talk about the statistical likelihood of little squirmy kicks and mumbled gibberish (in the Spock deadpan, of course) and how sometimes he wakes up with cramps in his legs from “running” all night, and the occasional smiles and very occasional laughs, and how he vigorously denies all of it until one night he grabs Kirk and kisses him so deeply he wakes them both up
imagine spock getting hurt on an away mission and jim’s pretty shaken up and just wants the surety of physical contact so he takes to holding spocks hand under the table during conferences and meals and it’s fine and no one notices until one day when he gets a little too animated and jerks his (and spock’s) hands up and he doesn’t even notice anything’s amiss until he sees chekov and sulu grinning at him
Real windows framed as T.V screens (Project), 2014 Ibon Mainar
Oh, this bit.
Whenever Spock spends time with his father, he often notices him pressing a flat palm over the center of his chest. Spock does not understand this; his father’s heart is located in the side of his torso, not underneath where he lays his hands so often. Sarek continues to do it, again and again, until Spock’s curiosity gets the better of him, and he asks.
Sarek looks at Spock with eyes that just barely hint of sadness, and he hooks his fingers underneath the collar of his tunic. They catch on a sturdy gold chain that Sarek tugs out of his shirt and pulls on until a gold ring falls against his chest. Spock reaches for it, and stops himself, balling his fist against his own chest as if to avoid burning himself on the little piece of human jewelry.
"I have never seen you wear this," Spock murmurs.
"And yet," Sarek replies. "I always have."
Sarek tucks the wedding ring back into his shirt, and the conversation drifts to other things. Sarek eventually remarries, Spock goes back up into the stars, and life goes on. But Spock still occasionally sees his father lay an open palm against his chest, and he knows that his mother will be with them both always.
jim and spock touch all the time, that’s just documented, even though vulcans are notoriously reserved when it comes to physical contact
but jim and spock touch each other all the time
i wonder if, deep down, the human half of spock—which he’s been successful at suppressing and denying for so many years—is secretly thrilled for the basic human contact it’s been denied all this time. this human side, this human craving. physical reassurance; physical closeness.
humans touch one another thoughtlessly every day, every hour; spock probably just assumes that jim doesn’t realize what it means for a vulcan. not that jim isn’t courteous, but he can’t possibly mean—
except jim, giant nerd that he is, does know. of course he knows what a single touch means to a vulcan—and also what it can mean to the right human.
so spock allows each; and spock returns each. and jim delights in each, because spock will grip jim’s arm rather than keep jim at arm’s length
just a reminder that homoerotic strangulation is a universal constant for kirk and spock