Happy Valentine’s Day, I bear headcanons. Spock and Kirk, after retirement. They have an interview together because they’re famous starship captains, but Spock prefers to be known as the First Officer. They’re both past caring about decorum, so they show up dressed in civilian clothes. Kirk’s dug out his old green shirt and a jacket with a vintage NASA pin. Spock is bundled up. They’ve got a ton of in-jokes; the interviewer is bemused but entirely delighted over how affectionate they are. The vulcans are no longer scandalized—“It’s that science genius with his human again.”
If you’re feeling bad imagine old married spirk right before bedtime. Spock’s meditating and jim’s reading one of his old paper books. When Spock’s finished, he notices jim has fallen asleep while reading, his mouth open and his glasses still on, and damn if it’s not the cutest thing. So Spock carefully takes off the glasses, puts the book down and tries to move jim in a more suitable position without waking him. Jim mumbles a barely intelligible “love u” and, without opening his eyes, he grabs spock like an octopus and uses him as a pillow. He’s snoring softly in a matter of seconds. Spock wonders how can he feel so much love without exploding.
If someone could kindly look at me the way that Jim Kirk looks at Spock and just kind of cherish me wholeheartedly and unreservedly and never let their work take precedence over us and wait for me and fight for me and kill for me and scream love through their eyes with every ounce of their being and protect me with the ferocity of one hundred and eighteen thousand lion prides till the end of their existence that would be great.