none of us is; or else we all are.

winged-mammal:

Myka keeps accidentally having sex with HG.  She’s not okay with this.  (Except for the part where she totally is.)

I set out to write a bit of porn, and ended up with 13701 words of… this.  Porny plot, plotty porn, whatever.  Split into four chapters, but it’s all done and posted.

Also on livejournal, if you’re so inclined.

It’s not like you’d pull away if she weren’t holding you there. But maybe you should. Maybe this is the sort of thing that would irreparably screw up your working relationship (because really, if this were Pete you’d - no, you are so not going there) and then who would she have to help her navigate this ridiculous screwed-up world of airplanes and computers and artifacts that make you dryhump each other into sweet oblivion -

Well this is rather glorious. 

stainedwithink:

just you and me feelin’ the heat | warehouse 13/castle; myka/beckett | 5068 words | pg | written for recycledstars | what happens when a case sends Myka Bering to the 12th Precinct of the NYPD? | au crossover

paperskinpaperbones:

(fanfiction: Castle)

She is here, right next to him. Real and alive, but there is no time. No time, no –

Warning: This is not a happy story

I love the lilt of this. Sigh. Practically poetry. So beautiful. 

(Source: loewen-herz)

paperskinpaperbones:

(Fanfiction: Castle)

She pushed, he pulled. And in between that were the words and the yells. And in between that, they exploded. 

This is incredibly beautiful. 

(Source: loewen-herz)

The rhythm of her hips falters a bit as that thought takes root in her mind. She tries to push it out, to push him out but it’s a pointless exercise. He’s everywhere; in everything.

Because in my opinion this is deliciously clever. It’s a post-ep for Knockdown and it says a lot about the characters, and has this delightfully complicated Beckett-monologue that makes absolute sense when you reach the end and you sit back and think about it.

Plus hot sex. Which I’ve heard some of you like? 

In all seriousness, it feels fresh, and it’s the perfect kind of post-ep really: seamless with canon but adds so so much to it. Go, read.

“Great coffee, like great sex, usually begins with grinding.”

UM FUCK THIS IS HILARIOUS I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD SO EARLY IN THE MORNING.

Right. So this is based from the TFLN (317): I’m not sure how many more innuendos I can slip into this fucking conversation before I just blatantly say “I want to fuck you.” and in this story, Castle teaches Beckett how to make coffee. (Because it is quite obvious from canon that she cannot work that espresso machine.) OH DEAR GOD, the puns. I cannot. It’s perfect. (Particularly great if you have coffee making knowledge.) Go on. Read it.

Her hands shake, just a little. 
Sirens blare in the distance.

I don’t know why I stumbled upon this today, but I did and it’s an oldie but a goodie and I’m glad to have found it. (It’s set in season two, for reference.)

It’s beautifully written, the author says a lot with few words, which is always something I adore, and their take on Kate Beckett is lovely, she’s as strong as she always is, with a depth and edge to her. 

And I think the thing I love most is its restraint. It’s truly the definition of ‘show don’t tell’.