I am going to warn everyone! This next fic is one that will make you want Brain bleach! It’s bad, yo. BAD! This fic officially earns the first annual Brain Bleach award! Congrats! The author should be proud. Please everyone! Read this fic responsibly and have a bottle Jack and a cup of Brain Bleach ready for the ending!
Stats: Title: castle one shots Author:Beckett’sHEART Summary:this is only one shots if you want to write more to it be my guest but contact me first i would love to read what you write. ah! im so bored and this is what happens enjoy this is not only rated m stories others will be added later Rating: M
Castle sat patiently in Beckett’s car waiting for her to take him home. He still did not own a car.
Wow, for a multimillionaire, Castle sure is lazy and cheap.
He seemed to like Beckett driving him from and to his apartment,
I believe you meant to say, “to and from.”
even though she always denied his invitation to join him for a drink.
This fic makes me wish I had a stiff drink.
Today would be different. Beckett really need a drink today. The case today was very stressful.
Me is Captain Caveman. Me is thirsty. Me really need a drink today. Me case was very stressful. Congratulations author, you just made an English teacher cry.
Beckett climbed in to the driver’s seat and started the car. She jumped up when the loud music almost popped her car speakers.
I guess that means she was busted listen to Justin Beiber in her car, blaring from the speakers. Oh and generally, when you jump, you jump up, not down. Therefore, you can get rid of the repetitive word “up.”
She turned it down so that it was only background noise.
Poor Beiber, gets no love.
She looked at castle for a while before bursting out laughing.
Wow, I’m laughing too because you can’t seem to capitalize Castle’s name. I’m sure he’s laughing at your stupidity too.
Castle then joined her, she was laughing so hard she had to hold her stomach. After a good laugh she pulled out of her parking space.
And it’s people like them that makes me want to go all road rage on people when they sit in a parking spot forever and a day.
The drive to his apartment was a bit long because of the traffic.
“so Beckett what are you so happy about I haven’t seen a smile like that on your face since the case about the jewels?” Rick turned to face her and give her his full attention.
1. Capitals! Please capitalize the first word of a sentence! It’s something we all learned how to do in first grade. 2. That sentence needs to be split up into two sentences, and not to mention they need utter help.
Kate licked her lips before answering Castle’s question. “Well I am happy because the case is over and this time I think I will accept you offer to join you for a glass of wine or glasses of wine.”
Oh how classy of her. Invite herself in and ask for not just one glass of wine, but two. Read the rest of this entry
I’m not sure which is worse, the real person fic, or this story? Seriously, it’s a toss up. I don’t care if you are from Australian (and no offense to some Australian writers, but why are a good chunk of the ones on this site that we mock are from Australia?) but do your effing research on police department personnel going undercover and their procedures and processes. I may not be a cop, but even I know that homicide detectives don’t go undercover and do drugs. Okay, my rant is over, for this chapter at least!
Stats: Title: Undercover Author: silkysexybitch Summary: Beckett and Castle go undercover to bring down a drug kinpin. Beckett has to learn to pole dance, and Castle has to fight not to lose control. Chapter 5, 6 and 7 are up! I just loved all the reviews, and couldnt help myself Rating: M
Happy Hump Day folks! How about some stripping fic?
Work work work work, work work work work…
In the immortal words of Jimmy Buffett: “Work, work, work. I hate my job and my boss is a jerk.”
that word was running over and over again through Beckett’s head.
I guess that’s better than “shake hips 1 2 3. Shimmy 1 2 3.”
It was much easier to hear that word over and over again, like a child would say it until their parents were so frustrated they screamed.
So it’s easier to say it over and over than to make your parents scream? Huh?
Much easier than thinking about her new found pole dancing ‘career’ and the fear of stripping down to lingerie at 3pm today for a job interview.
Eeehh, I’ve been through more hellish interviews before. You should try applying for McDonalds and you will only wish you could use those pole dancing moves.
Much easier than the possibility of giving Castle a lap dance on Friday night.
I wonder if he will be having another party in his pants again?