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3 years ago

I feel like Walter marshall needs more love...fluff...smut...both? whichever. He seems so overlooked 😅

Mmm, he does need more love and is overlooked. I wrote this during the movie because I haven’t seen it before. I chose to have a male reader because I hardly see a fic of Henry/character with a male partner. And let me just say that Henry is even more fucking hot

A/N: I finished the movie before I could finish this but I absolutely loved the movie

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I Feel Like Walter Marshall Needs More Love...fluff...smut...both? Whichever. He Seems So Overlooked

Closing the door behind him, he immediately goes to the kitchen. Not because of the delicious smell that breezes throughout the room, but because he knows you're there, keeping an eye on the food.

You feel his arms wrap around your hips, his hands resting on your lower abdomen. His face pressed against the side of your neck. "Hey, Walts." A groan in return vibrated against your neck.

“Day’s been a real pain in the ass.” He says, already knowing that you were going to ask how his day was.

It was usually a little routine for the both of you at night; him coming home to you cooking dinner or setting the table or when he comes home late, you’re in bed already and his dinner in the microwave with a little note on the door of it, saying, Don’t forget to eat, I’ll know if you throw it out.

When you bend over to put the tray of frozen fries in the oven, Walter moves with you. His hands move to your hips, bringing your ass against him.

Standing back up, you let him bring you over to the free space on the counter. His hands grip your hips to lift you up and sit you on the counter, his body wedging in between your spread legs. His hands maneuver under your ~his~ shirt, yours go the sides of his neck, fingers playing at the nape of his neck.

“What’d you do all day?”

“Cleaned the place, watched some movies and did dinner.” A hand moves to rest against his jawline, your thumb tracing his bottom lip. “I also took Pup out on a walk.” And on cue, your Saint Bernard stepped into the kitchen.

“Can he go?” Walter grumbled, wanting to spend some alone time with you.

“Dinner’s almost ready for all of us, so he’ll have to stay a little longer. But afterwards, he can go to bed and so can we.”

Walter presses his lips to yours, humming in agreement. His lips then trail down to your neck, your hands pressed against the back of his.

Seconds later, the oven dings, letting you know that the fries are done. Pushing away at his shoulders, he doesn’t budge. “Walter, baby, I gotta get the fries out.”

His hand turns the knob of the oven off, the warmth of his hand back on your skin. His lips don’t leave your bruised-forming neck.

Moving your hand to slide it between his lips and your neck, he licks at your palm. It doesn’t disgust you as he’s done it so many times whenever you do it.

When he knows that you’re not moving your hand and that you’ll do it if he goes to the other side, he growls at you as he looks at you.

“After. Dinner.” You growl back at him.

“Fine.”

“Good.” Grabbing his cheeks, you bring his face closer to yours to press your lips against his before going to serve dinner.

Dishing out your dog’s food, Walter decided to slap your ass, loving how it moved from the impact and your reaction of yelling at him.


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3 years ago

Baby Marshall Time-Out

Pairing: Walter Marshall x M!Reader

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Closing the door behind him, he sees a box move around the lounge. A small smile forms on his face as he puts his keys and gun on the counter in the kitchen.

Walking to the lounge, he kneels on the ground to tap at the box. It stops moving, only a small shuffle towards him. He gets taps in return.

Sitting down fully, he lifts the box up a bit to see his daughter peep her chubby face out from the gap. Her mouth curves itself into a smile, showing her gums and few growing teeth.

She crawls out from under the box to stand in between his outstretched legs. “Daddy.” Her small, chubby hands bury themselves in his beard, slightly tugging at the hairs.

“Hi, baby.” Walter presses his nose against his baby girl’s, having her giggle from the tickle of his beard. “Have you been good for your daddy?”

“No, she hasn’t.”

Walter turns his head to see you leaning against the door-frame of the hallway connected to the lounge, arms crossed over your chest. “She was fussy with her food, kept moving away when I tried to change her clothes and nappy as she had puked and wanted to be butt-naked, and she made a mess with her toys.”

Your husband looks back at the little girl who tried to crawl away from him, as if she knew she was in trouble. “Oh, no, little one.” Walter’s hands hold onto her hips to lift her up and bring her back to his body.

Standing up to his feet with the toddler-baby crying in his arms, he moves to her highchair to sit her there.

You and Walter watch her kick her little feet and hit her hands against the tray with tears streaming down her red, heated cheeks.

When she opens her eyes, she sees her daddies watching her. Her hands and feet stopped their movements, the tears stopped too, just her heated, wet cheeks on show.

“Are you done?” Walter asked, walking over to her.

Her arms raise up, wanting him to pick her up, but he just leans down to be face-to-face with her chubby face.

A slam of her hands on the tray is his answer, along with a bunch of babbles.

“You stay there for five minutes.” Standing up to his full height, arms crossed over his chest, he watches her slump her upper body over the tray. She points her little finger at the Saint Bernard, who’s sitting next to Walter. “He’s not going to help you.” She moves her hand to point at you, who’s cooking dinner. “Daddy’s not helping you, either.”

“Baba.” She points at Walter, who shakes his head. She moves her attention back to the dog, making grabby hands at him.

The dog walks towards her and was about to boop her feet with his nose, but he feels a tug on his collar, meaning not to interact with the child. When he walks away and lays on his bed in the lounge, you hear the little girl whine.

Talking to grab your attention, you turn around to lean against the counter, letting the pasta cook in the pot. You look at her, seeing that her cheek is squished against the backrest as her back is facing you. “You heard daddy. You stay there until your time out is over.”

Closing her eyes and tilting her head back, she lets out a scream. When she looks back at Walter, she hits her tray again. “Ba!”

“No. You have 10 seconds.”

Waiting for the seconds to end, she raises her arms, letting Walter pick her up. “You’re lucky you’re adorable.”


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3 years ago

Do I keep watching Sand Castle to see Captain Syverson?

Yes.

Do I want Netflix to have Night Hunter so I can see Walter Marshall?

Yes.

Do I want Henry and the bears and other actors/characters to have me?

Yes....


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3 years ago

Can we talk about how hot Henry looks when he's acting as Marshall in Night Hunter? Like-

I mean, he's always hot, but like, is it just me?...

@nuggsmum @pussyverson @viking-raider (and anyone else)

*you don't need to interact if not wanting to*

Can We Talk About How Hot Henry Looks When He's Acting As Marshall In Night Hunter? Like-
Can We Talk About How Hot Henry Looks When He's Acting As Marshall In Night Hunter? Like-
Can We Talk About How Hot Henry Looks When He's Acting As Marshall In Night Hunter? Like-

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4 years ago

Honestly Sherlock Holmes being my best friend/lover/enemy is a mood and 100% ok with me

Honestly Sherlock Holmes Being My Best Friend/lover/enemy Is A Mood And 100% Ok With Me
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2 years ago
Wally Bear Not Only Shares His Sweaters But His Bankie Too~
Wally Bear Not Only Shares His Sweaters But His Bankie Too~

Wally bear not only shares his sweaters but his bankie too~ 🥺🥺

(Also can we pleas take moment to imagine his reaction to being called wally 😳🥺🥺)


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1 year ago

True Crime

Summary: (Y/n) has a true crime channel. Walter hates true crime. Walter findest out.

Wordcount: 1.452

Warnings: brief mention of torture and rape

True Crime

Faye didn't want to make that sound. Especially not in the presence of her father, but it had just slipped out of her mouth.

And of course he was now standing next to her, as if she had been shot and had not just taken a surprised breath.

She inconspicuously tried to turn her cell phone toward her, but he was already reaching out for it.

She looked at him with angel eyes.

"That was a really good part of the song," she smiled.

He continued to stare at her strictly. She sighed and handed him the phone.

He looked at the display with his eyebrows drawn together. "True Crime?"

She leaned back into the sofa. This could take a while. "Do you know how much crap this trash spreads?" he started.

"Dad it's just a YouTube channel." Her father started to speak again, but she immediately continued. "And it's well-researched for once. It's got mostly closed cases in it and when they're open, there's no speculation. All the sources are linked. She even shares the published police files."

"Faye. I don't want you listening to that kind of stuff yet. There's disturbing shit happening in the world. You're too young for that."

"That's what the light versions are for.", she insisted.

"The what?"

Faye reached for her phone and showed him the YouTube channel. "Here. These are the light versions I listen to and this", she pointed to the video below, "is the full version, which also goes deeper into all the tathher processes. Plus, even on the easy stuff, you can still skip parts and she warns you."

Walter paused. Since when were these idiots so careful. "And how do I know you're not listening to the other versions?"

Faye simply clicked on one of those videos and immediately a message came up saying you had to confirm your age by ID or credit card. "Because I can't." She leaned back again. "You can tell she takes parental controls very seriously."

Walter grumbled. He was running out of arguments. "And how do you know, how well researched it is. You don't even know who it is."

In hindsight, Faye really didn't know what she might have given away. Whether she had moved her left nostril, or the right corner of her mouth was emitting Morse code, but her father knew right away.

"Who is it?" he asked immediately.

She remained silent. "Any of the older ones from school? A teacher? One of the parents? Aha!"

How the hell did he do that?

"Dad come on. Does it matter?"

He just looked at her strictly again.

She sighed. "Only if you don't say anything."

He rolled his eyes. "I won't embarrass you in front of your friends."

She rolled her eyes. "It's (y/n)." she muttered. "I like (y/n) and so do you, so please just forget about it and don't make a scene."

(Y/n)? "When does she have time for that?"

"Well when you're at work."

He continued to stare at the phone and sighed.

Why hadn't she ever said anything?

"Send me the worst case she has in there."

She didn't have to think twice. She reached for her phone and sent him the video.

"But the light version only goes for 20 minutes," she explained.

"And the other one?"

"A good hour and a half, I think. That one has the most extreme time difference."

She continued typing on the device. "She does a lot more stuff like this, though," she explained. "And you might even like this one," she looked at him uncertainly. "It's about hacking and.... and she educates really well."

He looked at her. "Faye breathe. I'm not going to break up with her."

She loosened up a bit.

"She just could have told me something.", he grumbled.

"Well you're not exactly hiding how much you hate True Crime," she said hesitantly.

Walter sighed. "I'll listen to it."

Faye smiled. "Thanks."

Since he was ordered to take forced vacation, he could also watch the videos. (Y/n) was anyway with a friend living far away.

It was not as if he had anything better to do.

Walter decided to rip off the band-aid and started with the worst case. The full version, though.

He clicked on the video and neutral music sounded. For once, no horror music. The screen remained black.

'Welcome back my dears. If you've already peeked at the trigger warnings, you've already seen that today's case is really not for the faint of heart. As always, assess yourselves honestly. I also had to stop several times during research. As always, you'll find the light version as the next video, but you can also skip parts in this one.

So let's start with how one case managed to put even members of the Japanese Mafia behind bars and why even minors can be sentenced as adults in case of doubt.'

Walter interrupted the video several times. Although it was about a japanese girl beeing tortured and raped, he kept having Faye in mind. You'd think the years in his job had dulled him, but he felt sick at the recitals of torture he was now hearing.

'I don't really know how to end a video like this, but please remain careful as always. Take care of yourselves and your friends and family. There's a link coming up on the screen now. If you know someone, or you need help yourself when it comes to sexual violence. You will find phone numbers, email addresses and places to go to find protection, but also to share and find people who can help you with processing. I hope I didn't scare you away too much but next week there will be something lighter. Promise.

Stay safe and see you next time.

Bye.'

Walter went to the link and actually found official and good stations. Support groups and hotlines he knew himself.

He clicked on the next video that Faye had sent him. That's the kind of video she does most, she had said.

'Welcome back. Today with probably one of the most famous cases in the world. Everyone who has ever heard of criminal cases also knows him. Ted Bundy is the world's most famous serial killer. I want to tell you today, how one man managed to exploit the weaknesses of the police organization so that he got away with his crimes for years.'

Walter listened to the double episode back-to-back. (Y/n) hardly dealt with the crimes themselves, but mainly with the investigative work and Bundy's advantages. The process and his time in prison. She worked almost biographically. Rachel would be proud of her psychlogy research, he had to honestly admit. It wasn't sensationalist, but it was intriguing nonetheless. He scrolled through the rest of the videos on the channel. Well-known cases from the eighties. Historical cases that went back to the fifteenth century. But he also found videos that educated about security measures. Especially for the Internet. Small self-defense tricks that could help even people without any experience in case of emergency.

He had to confess that he didn't hate her channel.

He clicked on the last video that Faye had sent him.

'Hello and welcome my dear ones. When you think of TrueCrime, you immediately think of serial killers and the heavy hitters, so it's easy to forget that there are other newsworthy types of crime. Today we're talking about a revenge porn site that destroyed more than one life and a young man who thought he could do anything until he met the wrong mother. Many of you are probably familiar with the Netflix documentary.'

He went through the links while listening to the video. Again, he found official cybercrime contact points.

Educational sites. Tips for staying safe online.

Walter dropped into his chair. He didn't like the idea of a TrueCrime channel he liked. He hated those things. But (y/n) was doing a good job.

He stroked his face with his hand.

The next day, he just walked past Faye and grumbled:"You can listen to it."

He ignored her triumphant grin and made himselfe some coffee.

He sent (y/n) a link to their own channel. 'Why didn't you tell me?'

Her response wasn't taking long.

'On our first date you said how much you hate TrueCrime.... I thought you were great and I didn't want to screw it up right away and at some point it was too late. Did Faye tell?'

'Not willingly. I interrogated her. Your research is good.'

'So we're good?'

'Only if you add a few places to go in your links.'

'You are a softy after all.'

Walter grumbled.


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2 years ago
Enry Avill As In Night Hunter.
Enry Avill As In Night Hunter.
Enry Avill As In Night Hunter.
Enry Avill As In Night Hunter.

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1 year ago

Got sent this from a friend

The lip bite does things too me really really does

Apparently she found it on Instagram

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