Venomized CaribdisW.K.

can you imagine both of them, so grumpy and so stoic, absolutely despising (secretly loving) your love for the holiday because they knew what it meant for them.

“I don’t understand why we’re doin’ this,” Frank would grumble as he pulled at the uncomfortable leather and nylon that clung to his muscular build.

“Because it’s fun,” you would say, before handing him the helmet, “and because you love me.”

“I’m not sure who this is exactly fun for, sweetheart,” Matt would cheekily smile, shuffling his feet awkwardly, as you would adjust the heavy skull adorned kevlar.

“It’s fun for me,” you say, taking a step back and admiring your work with a sweet smile.

“Right,” Frank would huff a laugh. “And where’s your costume then?”

“That’s a great question, Castle,” Matt would cross his arms, pleased that you were finally being questioned.