In which director Kirk decides he is the man to make script-doctor McCoy's long-shelved, disconcertingly autobiographical indie tear-jerker, and somewhere in the course of making that movie a reality about 8000 things happen and also they fall in love. This fic was transcendentally good. At times a truly hilarious, truly insightful commentary on Hollywood culture, at others a deeply interesting and deeply amazing take on the canon, it somehow adds up to something greater than the sum of its parts. Also, supporting characters/relationships that are TO DIE FOR: Spock and Kirk's lifelong friendship/working relationship, everything about McCoy and Joanna together (especially the private screening omg tears on my face), Nero moonlighting as JAMES FUCKING CAMERON OMG, Uhura as a capital-L Lady, everything about her and Spock, everything about Gaila and Scotty and being her light... OK just, every single fucking person who gets lines in this fic, I guess. Even Khan.

In which there is an epic NYC restaurant AU. I'm two and a half chapters into this fucking monster and it's already the most awesome fucking thing ever. It even makes me love Chekov POV, and that is some miraculous shit, I am telling you. Update #2: It also makes me miss New York like anyfuckingthing, see for example: "Pike had reminded him to buy a Metrocard, so there he was, standing in front of the machine that refused to just be nice and take his money and give him one. After accidentally requesting Chinese instructions instead of English and then choosing the wrong kind of card, Jim found himself crushing his twenty-dollar bill in his fist, ready to just knock the damn thing over, like a hulking cow in a field." The flashback chapter to Jim, Accidental Tourist, has got me screaming with laughter in a way only fellow non-native New Yorkers would understand. Update #3: Into the double digits now and this fic deserves every expletive I can throw at it. Superlafuckingtively good.

In which there's something a little too perfect about Jim Kirk's charmed life--perfect lover, perfect job--and it turns out it has nothing to do with him and everything to do with Starfleet. From a kinkmeme request for Star Trek meets Dollhouse. DEAR LORD, this was gut-wrenchingly creepy and heartbreakingly sad and yet it was so, so good. A pitch perfect psychological realism that leaves you horrified and nauseated and oddly thrilled. To paraphrase one commenter's quip, you kind of stumble away from it wanting to punch the author in the face and then make out with her. Brilliantly disturbed, I feel/the author must be/the fic is.

In which Chekov is jailbait and Sulu fucking knows it. SAD OUCH. Realisitc ouch, though. This is where being able to use one's imagination to write fixit fic (preferably set the moment Chekov turns 18, hahawahhhhh) is awesome.

In which the alien Christmas tree releases sex pollen. :DDDD This fic was really fun, but I especially enjoyed the solution.

In which Sulu and McCoy bond about their boyfriends, among other things, while they're trapped in a cave-in situation.

In which Sulu finds out about Tarsus IV and decides to take the lesson he learns from it to heart in his current not-quite-relationship with Chekov.

In which Kirk cooks Bones a meal, and almost takes down the Enterprise in the process. Okay, it wasn't that bad, but it was pretty darn bad nonetheless. Cute kinkme prompt, cute fic.

In which Jim Kirk is the Editor in Chief at New York's premier fashion magazine, Enterprise. This is an awesome AU and I think that Spock/scarves is my new OTP.

In which Sulu and Chekov have some issues with cross-language communication, except for when they don't. <333333333333333 Dying of cutesy hearts!

In which Sulu is over-protective and has a very distracting kink for freckles.

In which they're musicians--Spock, the closeted, kind of anal first chair violin, and Kirk, the free-wheeling, genius trumpet player--and they run about being musical and adorable. This could be more directed, but for a kink meme prompt it's satisfyingly weighty.

In which everybody analyzes their relationships like they're writing for a college essay. THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING IN THE WHOLE WORLD. LITCRIT FIC. LET ME GO DIE HAPPY.

In which Chekov wakes Sulu up for round two.

Cute.

In which Sulu wants them to learn to work together, and Chekov wants them to -learn to work together-, but luckily Sulu is amenable to that as well.

In which Sulu and Checkov play I Never and are seriously so, so cute, it is off the charts.

In which McCoy has to deal with the multifarious sexual hijinx of the Enterprise's crew. HAHAHA, OMFG.

HAHAHAHAHAHA. I just. In which there is role-playing and them being a bit inexperienced and a bit clumsy and a bit hot as hell and a LOT hilarious.