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Mock the Fic: Undercover Chapter 3


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 :D Rating: M

Wednesday Morning

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?

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Mock the Fic: Whoa!


After the last two mocks of this authors works, its seems my readers can’t get enough of the badfics this person writes and wants more! By special request from MysteryCastleFanFic 3000. You ask and you shall receive. This one is another Pedobear Approved and Lemon Seal fic.

Stats: Title: Whoa! Author: iiLoveeYoouuCastlee Summary: After my thirty-two continuous phone calls to Katherine Beckett, I decided to go over to her apartment. Richard Castles P.O.V. Lemon-dont like them, dont read this! Casketty goodness! OOC slightly. One-Shot unless fans request sequel!  Rating: M


“Kate?” I called into her apartment, unlocking the door with the key I found under the mat.

Really? Our HBIC hides her key under her mat? That’s just asking for someone like Castle to break in. She should at least have a hide a key rock for her apartment. Nothing looks less conspicuous than a key under the mat than a hide a key rock.

I didn’t think she was home because she didn’t answer the door, or the thirty-two calls I gave to her mobile.

Stalker!

I was truly worried about her, and my heart felt like it had fallen off the top of the Eiffel Tower.

You know, we keep telling you

I walked through her apartment, taking in all the features. The apartment’s main colours were red and white, and it was nicely furnished. Glossed tables and chairs adorned the main room, and a spotless television was up against the wall.

I would hope it would be a spotless television because I would hate to pay god money for a tv with spots all over it.

Kate’s apartment didn’t have any particular style; but I loved it.

Okay Mr. Castile, you need to learn to never tell that to a woman. Otherwise, you won’t get any sex for a long time.

I pattered lightly past the bathroom, and my heart sank further, if at all possible, at the sound.

Quick Castle, grab the air freshener.

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