#academy fic

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WIP for my new fic chapter Of Stars and Plebes on AO3

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[asteriasgarden]

anyway someone recommend me good spirk academy fics because wattpad was fucking full of them ten years ago and i’ve been chasing that high on ao3 ever since and cant find shit

that feeling when your fandom (the literal original) is so old that the volume of content about it is suffocatingly overwhelmingly never ending (it’s a blessing and a curse)

[captainkirkmccoy]

Okay so you got me back into mckirk and I'm blaming you 100% but maybe a academy era shenanigans turned "oh fuck I think I love you" moment pretty please????

Leo doesn’t get homesick. 

He’s made his peace with all the reasons that he had to leave Georgia. He doesn’t worry much about his mama--he knows she’s surrounded by her brood, sisters and great-nieces and nephews a plenty. That she keeps busy with a book club that really is an excuse to eat baked goods and gossip. 

And he has a life in San Francisco. He has a career he grew into and Jim--whatever the kid is to him, he knows that Jim makes San Francisco feel like home. 

But sometimes--it’s the way the breeze stirs on a summer night in San Francisco, or it’s the warm, comforting smell of brown sugar and cinnamon from the mess on one of their pie nights, or it’s if he hears a certain old Terran country song--he feels a tingling, sense of urgency to be back on his mama’s porch, drinking her peach sweet tea, listening to her infectious laugh. 

He’s feeling that way--a bit sorry for himself, a bit nostalgic. He could go for Eleanora McCoy’s peach cobbler with a scoop of vanilla ice cream from Van’s in town. He desperately wants to be playing rummy on the back porch with his cousins. He realizes that it’s been a year since he’s been home like a punch in the gut, enough that he has to brace himself on the threshold to his and Jim’s shared apartment. 

He allows himself a moment, two, three, to breathe deep before he lets himself in, door swinging open. 

And then smells it. The sweet, tang of peaches, the cinnamon sugar blend of that makes his mouth water right there in the doorway. 

And then, he sees the cause. As if all the contestants of that baking show under the pastel colored tent just left mid-bake, the small galley kitchen nook is full blown chaos. Bowls full of batter, flour fingerprints on every surface, brown sugar trailing from the sink to the fridge, and on the counter, a pan of burnt crumble, next to a glass dish of yellow looking congealing liquid.

 Jim pops up from around the corner, sheepish and with peach on his cheek. 

“Oh, bless your heart.” Leo says, trying and failing to contain the snort. 

“You’re home early!” Jim scowls, throwing off his Kiss the Doc apron that he bought for Bones last Christmas. 

“And I caught you mid-murder?” Leo asks, cheeks hurting from how much he’s smiling. “What’re you even making? You only step foot in the kitchen when I make you clean.”

He takes a step around Jim to grab a towel, ready to wipe the peach off his cheek when he sees it. 

On Jim’s PADD, a blown up photo, familiar handwriting on a worn yellowing recipe card. “Is that?” He breathes. 

“I think I ruined it.” Jim says.

“My mama’s peach cobbler recipe.”

“I’m sorry. I know you can’t get home and you’ve been missing it--”

“How’d you know that?” Bones asks, searching Jim’s face, his freckles, his brilliant blue eyes, the way his lips are pursed thin in the way he gets when he thinks he’s about to disappoint you.

“You did look up shuttle tickets last night and asked me if I had off next weekend, before you got assigned those clinic shifts.”

“And you decided to try to make me cobbler?”

“Ellie talked me through it!” Jim says, almost defensively. 

Leo chokes. “Ellie?”

“She said Mrs. McCoy sounded like her mama.”

Jim picks up a dish, with what looks like scrambled eggs, and sets it in their tiny sink.

“You didn’t have to do all this for me.” Leo says.

Jim shrugs. “I wanted to.”

They stand in silence, Bones stunned, Jim embarrassed. 

“Can I try some?” Leo asks. 

“You want to?”

“If it tastes half as good as how it smelled when I came in, I definitely need a plate.”

Jim hides a grin behind his hand as he peels off the offending peach off his cheek, grabbing oven mitts--Jim in oven mitts!--and reaching into the oven. 

And where before there might have been a lurch, a wave of melancholy almost too heavy to swim away from, is just joy at the sight at it. And Jim who smiles softly at Bones as if he knew, and of course he did, that this is what Bones really needed most. 

Maybe it should hit him, like his earlier homesickness, but instead it’s like opening the curtains and windows on the first day of Spring, a lightening, settling of the knowledge of how much he fucking loves Jim Kirk. 

Jim scoops some and then moves around Leo in a complicated jig to grab, wonder of wonders, a pint of Van’s vanilla ice cream “Your mom shipped it up.” Jim says as Bones’ eyes nearly bug out in pleasure. 

He wants nothing more than to dig in, to sit with this brilliant man’s kind gift. But instead he tugs Jim close, unexpected, but about damn time. And he kisses him in their small mess of a kitchen, enough so that the homesickness fades around Jim, and the taste of sweet peaches. 

[prairiedawn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Radar O'Reilly/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Radar O'Reilly, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Spock (Star Trek), James T. Kirk, Original Characters Additional Tags: Starfleet Academy, Academia, Mentorship, Telepathy, nature and practice of science, Ableism, Bug Eating Again, Look the bird and the utahraptor like bugs Series: Part 3 of The Not-So-Lost Years Summary:

First year cadet Nen Tolou's unwillingness to confront his neurological condition can no longer be humored. His squad mates must lead him through a scientific analysis of the problem before he can even begin to solve it. At last! An update!

[trekkele]

Belief

She didn't think she liked James Kirk.

Ok, so she doesn't know if she would like him, since technically they had only spoken once, but she really didn’t think so. And she almost never read people wrong.

Which was why she was currently stuck halfway down the corridor, watching him have what looked like a mild panic attack.

He couldn’t see her. She had stopped when he burst out of the office door, stepping swiftly behind an alcove for no other reason than that she didn't have time to deal with his particular brand of manic energy. But instead of bouncing down the hallway like she thought he would, he leaned against the wall as if it was the only thing keeping him upright. And that wall was doing a terrible job of it.

She was debating calling for help, or trying to help him herself, when she heard footsteps echoing down the hallway.

“There you are kid, you’re almost 10 minutes late!”

McCoy. The doctor with apparently no bedside manner and a take no shit attitude that terrified the idiots in her Command Structure 101 class.

“Bones! Bonesbones - bones!” Kirk was gasping, breathing out that weird (but weirdly cute) nickname, like he wasn't sure he was getting it right the first time so he had to say it over and over.

“Lord, kid whats the matter? What happened? Didn't you have a meeting with Pike? Was it something- what did Pike say? What did he do?”

Uhura was training to be a diplomat, but honestly even she got whiplash from McCoy's progressive concern - anger - concern.

“He - he said. God Bones, he said he believes me. Me!” Kirk almost choked on his words, gasping into his palms as McCoy squatted, face to face.

“What?" McCoy paused, staring at Kirk's face, like it was particularly difficult puzzle he never meant to get involved with “...Kirk I don't understand. “

“He said he believed in me. Me. Not my -  name, ” Kirk whispered back. “Do you know how long?..” his voice tapered off, dropping and disappearing as he lifted his eyes to the doctors. With his face flushed red and blue eyes large and terrified, he looked impossibly young.

Abruptly, as if noticing for the first time where he was, he smiled, bouncing shakily up. Uhura knew body language, could read it like the other 16 federation languages she was currently fluent in. But he slipped into confidence like a coat, hiding whatever that had been behind a blinding grin and a “Nah Bones. Never -  never mind Bones, lets go. You wanted coffee before Xenobiology and You, right? There's a fantastic cafe down by -“

“Bones”, protesting superficially that it was “Xenobiology 1, stop renaming my coursework, dammit kid, its confusing as it is!” Followed him down the hall at a brisk pace, leaving Uhura with, once again, whiplash. And a sort of buzzing in her chest which was definitely not pity , or concern, no, it was closer to... she’d call it understanding, for now. And expectations. After all, it was rare that she misread someone. Something told her not to make that mistake twice.

3 months later when they ranked the classes for the first time, she was hardly surprised that Kirk was in the top 3% of all his courses. She was a communications officer. She knew how words work. She knew how powerful they could be.

[such-fun]

Fic: Talk Nerdy to Me (Bones x Reader) 1/1.

I don’t know what this is. I wanted to write a short little drabble. It got longer, I got tired, I’m pretty sure it’s ridiculous. But it’s my first foray into Star Trek AOS.

Title: Talk Nerdy to Me

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Summary: Academy-era. Bones isn’t the best flirt, but Jim is a great wingman.

 The pub was overcrowded, a usual sight on an early Friday evening. While you weren’t the biggest fan of crowds, you still found yourself weaving your way to the bar and stealing the last available stool, leaving Jim and Leonard to stand on either side of you.

 Jim, all smiles, shouted his drink order to bartender as you and Leonard shared a wary glance. Letting Jim order for the three of you was not the brightest of ideas. Kirk was the king of drunken mistakes and always did his best to drag the two of you along. Leonard’s smooth talking was the only thing that kept the three of you out of lockup one night.

 Kirk’s enthusiasm was contagious though, so you figured what the hell and downed the shot of who knows what that slid its way towards you. Whatever it was, it was strong as hell and you immediately started to cough as your eyes began to water. Jim cheered, downing his own shot, while Leonard patted you on the back stiffly.

 “God, that’s good!” Jim crowed, slamming his shot glass onto the bar. “Hit me,” he directed the bartender.

 “You might want to pace yourself there,” Leonard warned with a slight scowl, but Kirk waved him off.

 “It’s a day of celebration, Bones! I will go down in history! No one has defeated the Kobayashi Maru! Did you see their faces?” Jim chortled. “Hell, you should have seen your face.”

 “My expression was one of shock and suspicion,” he countered, not even bothering to hide his frown now. “There’s a reason no one has beat the Kobayashi Maru. It’s an unwinnable scenario.”

 “No such thing—” Jim smirked, looking to you for support.

 You raised your hands in defense; “Don’t try to use that smile on me, Kirk. You know the Admiral is bound to call you into his office. You’re not taking me down with you.”

 “You are terrible friends,” Jim snorted, drinking another shot. “I did the impossible! You should be congratulating me!”

 “Congratulations, Jim. You cheated on the most important test in Starfleet Academy and now you might get expelled,” Leonard said dryly, toasting his drink mockingly.

 “I’m not going to get expelled,” Kirk rolled his eyes and you shook your head in amusement.

 “Notice how he didn’t deny cheating,” you turned to Leonard with a laugh. His eyes sparkled with delight and you fought hard to not get lost in them. Not that he would notice, you admitted to yourself bemused.

 “No point in it, darlin’,” you glanced down, trying to hide your blush at his endearment. “He may be a genius, but he’s also a damn fool.”

 “You want to talk fool?” Jim smirked slyly. “How about you, Bones? Standing over there glaring at me when there’s a pretty girl right in front of you.”

 Leonard sputtered in embarrassment, “Dammit man, don’t change the subject!”

 “Consider the subject officially changed,” Jim announced gleefully. You didn’t know what to say, so you just glanced back and forth between Jim’s rosy-cheeked grin and Leonard’s flustered grimace with wide eyes.

 “You two have been friends for three years,” he waggled his finger teasingly in your faces. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to watch her bat her eyes at you while you’ve had your nose buried in a book?” You blanched, but Jim continued on before you could shut him up, this time turning to Leonard.

 “And don’t even get me started on you, Mister Cynicism,” he scoffed as Bones glared at him. “We share a room and you talk in your sleep.”

 “Are you out of your corn-fed mind?” Leonard hissed, leaning in close to Jim, teeth clenched.

 “Oh relax, Bones,” Jim sighed, clapping a hand on each of your shoulders. “She likes you, you like her. Just get together already!”

 You were mortified, no way to hide the scarlet blush across your cheeks now. Bones, on the other hand, looked murderous.

 “I’ll have you know—” Leonard attempted to argue, but Jim wasn’t having it.

 “Forget it, I’ll do it.” Turning you bodily on the barstool so you now faced him, Jim tried his best to put on a serious face. “Pretend I’m Bones—am I moody enough?” he wondered, giving an exaggerated broody expression. His lips were pursed and tugged downward, and you had to stop yourself from letting a giggle slip out at the ridiculous picture. He took that as a good sign.

 “So cadet, are you a phaser? Because you’re absolutely stunning.” You couldn’t resist a bark of laughter, as Leonard watched with confusion.

 The doctor raised a bewildered brow. “Are you hitting on her for me?”

 “You were taking too long,” Jim countered, quite pleased with himself as he turned to you. “Anything to add?”

 Jim huffed when you shook your head no, not saying a word. “Right, where was I? Okay…now pretend I’m the lovely lady here.” This time he turned his attention back to Leonard and his expression become softer, almost woefully besotted as he fluttered his lashes. Bones resisted the urge to smile, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitching.

 “Oh Doctor,” he sighed in a high pitch, more feminine voice, “Is your name Flecainide? Because I think you just made my heart skip a beat.”

 Leonard couldn’t hold in an incredulous chuckle as you smacked Jim lightly on the arm.

 “Seriously?” you eyed the blonde in disbelief. “Flecainide? That’s the best you could come up with?”

 “He’s a doctor,” Jim shrugged with a lopsided grin. “He doesn’t like it dirty, he likes it nerdy.”

 “Jesus,” you muttered as Bones gave Jim a halfhearted glare, looking marginally less homicidal.

 “Consider the ice broken,” Kirk declared with a bow. “Now I am going to go say hello to a rather lonely looking nurse over there, while you two—make out, or make moon eyes at each other—whatever,” he suggested with a playful wiggle of his brows. “I just better not see you in our room tonight, Bones. That’s all I’m saying…” he added, offering a teasing wink as he swaggered away.

 “Well that was…” Leonard drawled.

 “Something,” you finished with a giggle, glad to see the small smile on Leonard’s face. “Looks like you got kicked out of your room.”

 “If it’s choice between sleeping on the couch in the common room or in my bed while Jim ‘entertains’ that nurse, I’ll gladly take the couch,” he admitted with a snort.

 “The couch is nice and all,” you agreed cautiously, “but my bed is much more comfortable…”

 Bones eyed you with intensity, considering your suggestion for a heart-stoppingly long moment before giving you that lazy smile that always made you melt.

 “Now a man would truly have to be a fool to say no to that.”

[maoshield]

Summary: 

“If you do something new and challenging, that reminds you of how exciting it can be with your partner, it makes your relationship better.” - Arthur Aron  After reading about the "36 questions that lead to love" Jemma Simmons, being the scientist she is, decides to try it and with who else but her lab partner/best friend/room-mate Leo Fitz. 

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“36 Questions that Lead to Love” - A Psychological Experiment.

As Jemma read about the experiment that was conducted she almost felt drawn to the science and conclusions. The psychologist who ran the experiment explored how hormones, brains and behaviour are affected with intimacy. The set of questions supposedly made people to explore their deepest emotions with each other, causing them to develop trust and intimacy.

Before Jemma knew it, she had read the whole paper along with background research, interviews and reviews on the experiment. Her favourite part of an interview that the psychologist had said was:

“The very first couple that pilot tested the questions were research assistants in our lab involved in some other research …They actually fell in love and got married, and invited the rest of the lab to their wedding.”

Her mind couldn’t help but wonder if it would work. She was a scientist and it would be in her best interest to try out the experiment for herself. She already had a partner in mind, however she assured herself that it wouldn’t work because she knew this wasn’t how love worked. But her heart held onto that tiny hope.

[summerofspock]

Title: Practice to Deceive

Author: thejabberwock

Word Count: 12274

Summary:  Jim Kirk has spent years cultivating his playboy reputation. But as they say, oh what a tangled web…

My Feels: holy cow what a sweet fic. angsty with a nice resolution. Jim is Ace in this fic and its so well written

Tags: Ace!Jim, Awkward Sex, First Time, Mild Dub Con, Academy Fic