#spock (snw)

[zinda-his-eyes-red]

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

s3 e10 New Life and New Civilizations

[peachviz]

It’s just my Silly Little Space show

[itberice]

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds I 4.03 Human Best Friend

[sylvia-plaths-fig-pie]

Occupied ★ Spock x reader

based on this post by @omg-imstillatotalmess

You were, by any objective measure, extremely drunk.

You knew this because the room had developed a pleasant, gentle sway to it that had nothing to do with the Enterprise's inertial dampeners, and because you had stopped being able to feel your own face somewhere around the third round of whatever Uhura had smuggled back from that trading post. The rec room was warm and loud and full of the good kind of noise — someone's music playing too low to identify, laughter from the table where Ortegas was in the process of losing spectacularly at cards — and you had, at some point in the last hour, ended up in Spock's lap.

You genuinely could not have told anyone how it happened. One moment you'd been leaning against his shoulder to make a point about something very important, and the next you were simply there, tucked sideways across his knees like it was the most natural seat in the room, one arm looped loosely around his neck.

"You're so warm," you informed him, for possibly the second time, and pressed your face into the side of his neck to test the theory further.

"Vulcan physiology," Spock said, in the same even tone he'd have used to report a sensor reading, "runs several degrees warmer than human baseline. I am aware this is not new information."

"I like it." You said this directly into his ear, which made him go very still in a way you found extremely funny, so you giggled, which made him go stiller. One of your hands had wandered up into his hair at some point and was now idly playing with it, and it was, you'd decided, an incredible texture, silky and thick, and did he know that, had anyone ever told him that—

"You are currently disarranging several hours of careful grooming," he said.

"You're welcome."

Your other hand had found his, resting on the table beside you both, and you'd laced your fingers through his without any particular plan in mind, just because it seemed like the thing to do. You studied the two of you together, his hand so much larger than yours, and pulled your fingers apart, then wove them back together, slow and deliberate, watching the way his fingers curled slightly around yours each time you did.

"You have hands," you said, with the weight of someone imparting great wisdom.

"An astute observation."

You pulled your fingers apart again. Threaded them back through. Repeated it, entirely absorbed in the small motion, like it was the most fascinating thing you'd ever done. Spock did not pull away. If anything, his hand had gone loose and open under yours, letting you do with it whatever you liked — and you were far too drunk to register that what you were doing, with such cheerful, oblivious repetition, was something Vulcans reserved for the people they loved. A human might have called it a kiss. Several people at the surrounding tables clearly knew exactly what to call it, even if you didn't.

It was around this point that Pike wandered over, drink in hand, wearing the specific expression of a captain performing his duty of care.

"Hey," he said, crouching slightly to your eye level, "how about we get you some water, huh? Maybe give Spock his personal space back."

"I'm comfortable," you said, muffled, into Spock's shoulder.

"I can see that, but—"

"Captain." Spock's voice cut in, mild and immovable, before Pike could get any further. "That will not be necessary."

Pike blinked. "I was just going to—"

"Unnecessary, Captain. I think it is best to keep a close eye on her in her current state, and I find it considerably easier to do so while she is occupied here." A pause, delivered with all the gravity of a status report. "She is, at present, in no danger of wandering off, injuring herself, or falling from a chair. I consider this the more logically sound arrangement."

"Uh-huh." Pike's mouth was doing something complicated, fighting very hard against a smile and losing. "Logically sound."

"Indeed."

"And this—" Pike gestured vaguely at the hand in Spock's hair, the fingers laced through his own, the general state of you draped across your first officer like an extremely affectionate blanket, "—this is just, what, security detail?"

"Precisely, Captain."

You had, at this point, stopped paying attention to the conversation entirely and gone back to your very important work of pulling Spock's fingers apart and putting them back together, humming something tuneless against his shoulder. Spock's free hand had come to rest, apparently without his notice, at your waist, steadying you as you shifted.

Pike looked at his first officer for one long moment. Spock looked back, utterly composed, one eyebrow very faintly raised, as though daring the captain to say a single word further.

"Right," Pike said, grinning that particular grin, the one that meant he absolutely intended to bring this up at the most inconvenient possible moment for the rest of the week. "Well. Carry on, Mr. Spock. Very logical."

"Thank you, Captain."

Pike wandered off, shoulders shaking slightly, and you tipped your head back to squint up at Spock with the enormous, unfocused suspicion of someone very drunk.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing of consequence," Spock said. His hand at your waist tightened, just slightly, drawing you back in against him, and if his mouth curved the smallest fraction at the corner, you were too pleasantly gone to notice. "Continue your research into my hair, if you wish. I find I do not mind."

"You never mind anything," you said, satisfied, and went back to it.

"Not when it is you," Spock agreed quietly, mostly to himself.

You didn't hear that last part, already drifting, your hand slowing where it had been laced through his, your head heavy against his shoulder. The party carried on around you both — Ortegas cackling over something at the card table, the music shifting to something slower — but you had gone soft and quiet against him, humming less, holding on more.

"I believe," Spock said, to no one in particular, since you were by now too far gone to answer, "you will not recall a great deal of this in the morning."

You made a small, questioning noise into his shoulder, more reflex than actual response.

"That is not a complaint," he added, and something in his voice had gone gentler than the rec room could see. He shifted you slightly against him, one arm firm at your back, the other hand still loosely twined with yours, and allowed himself the small luxury of watching you for a long moment — the furrow smoothing out of your brow, your breathing evening into something close to sleep.

He bent his head, unhurried, and pressed the smallest kiss to your forehead. It lasted perhaps two seconds. No one at the surrounding tables so much as glanced over; whatever Vulcan restraint he'd been quietly discarding all evening, he kept exactly enough of it left to make certain of that.

"Sleep," he murmured, in Vulcan this time, low enough that it was only ever meant for you, memory or no memory. "I will remember it for you."

You would, indeed, remember none of it by morning — not the dancing, not the hair, not the two seconds his mouth had rested against your skin. But Spock would. He filed it away with the same quiet precision he filed away everything that mattered, tucked it somewhere private, and did not, for one moment, regret being the only one who had it.

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a/n: simply obsessed by the og post, i was just going to keep this one for myself but i thought i should share, everyone should follow @omg-imstillatotalmess if you like spock, im now obsessed with their blog (and blush at their writting, absolute cinema)xx

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Finding out you're Pregnant after nearly dying (Spock)

Word Count: 521

Author’s Note: Taking request for SNW

Her head was pounding as she groaned, half awake. There was a whole bunch of noise around her as she tried to gain back consciousness. “Y/N!” She remembers someone screaming as she nearly got attacked by Gorn. She doesn’t remember who though. “Y/N stay with me, it’s gonna be okay.” Now that was Christine’s voice.

She was now in the sickbay, safe and sound as all hands were on deck. She tried to listen to her friend’s voice but felt so sleepy and in pain. “She’s falling unconscious again.” Christine called out, grabbing the scanner. Spock stood on the side, watching them work on his girlfriend.

He was the one that screamed out her name,not expecting a Gorn to knock her off her feet. Bones cracked as she hit the ground and she was knocked unconscious. Spock hated the feeling he was having and it was so bad, he watched as M’Benga scanned her body, a beeping going off.

“She’s pregnant.” He said and Spock felt his stomach drop, what if that meant she had a Gorn inside of her? That thought felt stupid since none of them saw one attack her, just graze her. “With a human?” Pike asked and M’Benga looked at him, “Half Vulcan as well.” If there wasn’t surgery to be performed, all eyes would be on Spock and not just Pike’s.

Relief flooded the Vulcan as he got confirmation that his girlfriend didn’t have a Gorn inside out of her. “How far along?” “Seems to be 12 weeks.” Christine said and Spock nodded, he was going to a dad. 

Y/N groaned as she opened her eyes, the pain still there but not as bad. Her eyes widened as she realized that she was in sickbay. She tried to sit up but a hand stopped her, “I would not do that.” She looked over to see Spock and she smiled, “You stayed in here with me?” She asked with a love sick smile.

“Every second I could, that I was not working.” He said and she laughed a little. “What happened anyways?” She asked, looking at all the IVs in her. “You almost got attacked by the Gorn. It grazed you and knocked you unconscious. You broke several bones.” He told her and her eyes widened.

“Well thank God for Christine.” She mumbled, “And M’Benga.” Spock said and she nodded. “We also found out that you are 12 weeks pregnant.” She looked over at him, “What?” She lifted the sheet to see her belly and she did look a little bigger but it was hard to tell. “Oh my God.” She mumbled and looked at Spock.

He didn’t look unhappy or upset, one could say for a Vulcan he looked happy. “How do you feel about that?” She asked, “I am not the one carrying the child, I should ask you that.” He pointed out and she wanted to roll her eyes at that. “I meant about us having a kid together.” “I believe it would be a pleasant experience to have a child with you.” If he wasn’t a Vulcan he would have smiled at her.

[vargdottern]

modern trek would be 10000% better if they gave spock his eyeshadow back

[glitter-and-spite]

If I may be a whiny baby about one thing in the last episode ("Human Best Friend"), it would be that Spock says "I am not sober, I'm hallucinating" and everyone's like "No, you're fine. You look fine by our standards, so you're fine."

And Spock keeps insisting that he's not doing good, and he keeps getting told "Just pull yourself together", which isn't expected of anyone else.

It's like when you go to the doctor as someone who isn't very emotionally expressive and you say that you're in a lot of pain, and they're like, "No, if you were, you'd be writhing on the floor. Just do some yoga and don't bother anyone with your complaints."

And I can't shake the image of Kirk saying to Spock: "I believe you. How about you sit down and I get us some board games to pass the time?" Because when Spock says he's not okay, that's all Jim needs to hear. No accusations of overreacting or doubts because it's not how a human would look when drunk. Spock's not okay, period, end of sentence.

And Spock thinks about how helpful and logical this hallucination is, taking care of him and letting him rest while he's clearly inebriated. Such a caring man, will make a great captain one day. Meanwhile, Jim is probably getting cuteness aggression and getting satisfaction out of caring for his Vulcan

[sionnann]

A NERD!!