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walker-august asked “I’d love to read a headcanon set from you for dating August, but…”

Dating August would include:

a really casual first date where you feel great - like coffee and pie at a cute neighbourhood little cafe.

August walking you to your building, saying good night with a kiss on the cheek and a hug and waiting until you’re safely inside before going on his way

August telling you on the second date where he works but asking you to understand that most aspects of his work are a secret and that he’s away a lot

You being alright with that because you like having your space and taking things slowly, but also not setting high expectations

You kiss August first because he’s irresistible

the first kiss being mind-blowing; not only is August a great kisser but he knows how to wield a mustache

August smiles into the kiss and keeps it light

August hugging you a lot

You love his hugs because they are the best (have you seen those arms? How about dem pecs, too?)

When he is there, August is simply dreamy and perfect

You can talk about anything and everything with August

He is interested in what you say and listens attentively, without being dismissive

He tells you early on he doesn’t want kids, not now, not ever

You’re alright with that because that means, among other things, that he will give all his time, attention and love just to you

August being a gentleman even when it comes to sex; he’s not afraid to talk things through openly and he takes care of the safety aspect himself, he doesn’t expect his partner to be the only one responsible for it

Sex with August being amazing; he makes you forget there ever was anyone before him

August being there for all the parts of dating, even the ones men usually bail from - he wants to meet your family and friends, he comes to family functions and only has eyes for you

Being envied to bits by the family and friends who mocked you or didn’t believe you didn’t make August up

August serving LOOKS because everything he wears becomes couture

August spending time with you, whether at home or doing outdoor activities

him loving your pets and they quickly taking a liking to him

Being woken up with nice home cooked breakfasts and loads of kisses

Lots of daytime sex because August loves early bedtimes (good for testosterone and overall vitality and fitness)

Lots of impromptu, adventurous sex in various creative locations, at home and not just there

Going to completely new heavens sexually, and feeling that August is an impossible act to follow

August being extremely protective of you - from him coddling you when you have a cold to your coworker who was a dick to you disappearing without a trace

Romantic and spontaneous getaways in gorgeous cities and places

Being proposed to in Paris, on a rainy day, while snuggled comfily in the white robes at the Hilton.

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moustacheimpossible-blog · 7 years ago

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How would August run a honeytrap?

August may be a part of the “Special Activities” division in the CIA, but I think honeytraps are not in his area of expertise. Someone who goes by the nickname “the Hammer” isn’t known for subtlety.August does have the ability to deceive his targets and appear as a friend or an ally when needed (like he did with Ethan and the rest of the IMF), but that ability stops when it comes to the romantic/sexual aspects. August can’t pretend he is romantically interested in someone and he definitely can’t just fake an erection. This is why I think Director Sloane knows he is better used in seek and destroy missions and she has other operatives who can do what August cannot.I mean, I can sooner see Ethan being a honeytrap expert, even with his principles and many rules. He does have a code, but he is not above leading someone on for a bit to extract some information. August is a big fan of “shoot first, ask questions later or not at all”. He is hilariously lacking in finesse in this one respect.

Thank you for this very nice ask, boo! This really got me thinking. In the end, I came to the conclusion it’s not bad to have limits to one’s skills :P It could be argued that, if August had had more finesse, he’d have survived the movie ending but here we are. :P

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Have some August sparring at the gym gifs, inspired by this ask by @walker-august

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Henry Cavill as Marshall | Nomis (2018)

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The Hunter

CHAPTER 8- TRYING NOT TO LOVE YOU

Her foot was hurting her so badly, she could still feel the remaining pieces of glass stuck under her foot. She was tied, dressed in a blue pajama, lying in the backseat of this SUV, with only a white thin sheet to keep herself warm. The man had explained to her that he couldn't return her home, because it was too dangerous. She wasn't stupid though, she knew why he didn't want to release her. He was afraid she'd talk and tell everyone about him. She had no idea what he'd do with her, but she'd rather hoped that her uncle or Luther would show up at some point and save her...

"Did they try to shoot you earlier, when we were at this warehouse? Why would they do this?"

The bullets fired at Walker had awakened her abruptly when Walker stopped at the warehouse to trade Frankie for his bag of money. She caught the embarrassment in his blue eyes when she demanded him the reason.

"They try to shoot me because it wasn't the deal offered in the first place. Too bad now, the deal is over..."

She rolled her eyes, curious to know what was the deal about, but Frankie decided to keep it shut this time. She wanted him to trust her and she was aware that pissing him off or being too nosy wouldn't help her in being released in the first place.

She just couldn't wait for this man to arrive at their destination, if there was one, to begin with, she had one of this urge to piss. She wasn't hungry though, her throat was so sore that a big ice popsicle would be sufficient for her.

As he kept driving in the dark of the night, Frankie scrutinized him from head to toe, noticing his thick thighs. Not only he did seem to be quite in shape, but for some odd reason, she admitted to herself that he was quite of a hunk of a man... Especially with that mustache... Perhaps it was the fever making her hallucinating things... Maybe, he wasn't that hot? She didn't care at all. She was safe for now and would enjoy this moment until it would end...

An hour passed until Frankie decided to address to Walker.

"If you're not bringing me home, where are you bringing me now? Another deal?"

She heard him snorting, and once again his deep voice kinda soothed her pain.

"Nope, I told you. It's over. I'm bringing you somewhere and I'll think of something... Now, why don't you return to sleep?"

She rose an eyebrow when he suggested her to go back sleeping. She snorted at her turn and stuck her tongue out at him. He, of course, hadn't seen her grimace, since his eyes were focused on the road.

"I can't sleep, my right foot hurt me. Remember, I injured myself with that beer bottle. And plus I'm tied, which make it quite hard to sleep in a comfortable position..." She smirked, knowing quite well that he wasn't in the mood to speak with her. She could feel the tension in the air.

"Alright, I get it. Once we'll arrive at the place, I will take care of your foot. Now as for being tied, you think I have the choice. I damn know that if I take the rope off, you'll run away from me.."

She curled her lips downward, not really thinking she'd do any of what he told her.

"Where would I run anyway? It looks like we're in the middle of nowhere, and like I said my foot is injured, and I'm sick... I'd rather stay with you unless you have the intention to hurt me.."

She felt the vehicle braking quickly and watched as the man stepped out to reach the rear door. She sat up on the backseat, not really knowing what he had in mind.

"Ok, listen to me, Frankie! I get it... But don't force me to put a piece of duct tape over your mouth! Can you just keep quiet for the remaining of the trip? It's all I'm asking you, ok?"

She nodded her head, realizing that he was deadly serious and that she was annoying him. He was standing tall, looking down at her. She couldn't help staring down at his crotch for a quick moment.

"Fine, I'll stay quiet, but can you at least untie me? I would like to get some sleep!" She watched him headed to the trunk of the SUV to retrieve an item. He came back to her with a rather large knife and grasped the rope keeping her ankles together, he pulled her toward him as if she was weightless. She gasped, not expecting at all to be pulled of that sort toward him. Once again, Frankie couldn't help glancing down at his strong hands as he used both of them to cut the ropes from her ankles and wrists with the knife.

She kept looking at him as he got back to his full height, not moving at all, even though she was free from the ropes.

"Don't make me regret it, Frankie!" He then shut the rear door and returned behind the wheel. Like she had promised him, Frankie stood still and quiet during the remaining of the trip. Even though she lay back on the leather backseat, Frankie wasn't capable to get back to sleep... She just couldn't take off her eyes from him. A smirk spread on her lips when she realized all the possibilities offered to her...

She didn't know what time it was when the SUV finally entered in a private driveway of what seemed like a modern cottage, but she knew one thing, she couldn't wait to use a shower and the toilet, and as well get some sleep in a comfy bed. When Walker stopped the engine of the vehicle, Frankie shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep to see what he'd do. Since her eyes were shut, she couldn't see what was going on, but she was hearing everything.

"Frankie?" He called her name, but the young woman kept fooling Walker. She then felt him grabbing her injured foot, she didn't know what he was up to though. She merely opened an eye to see what he was up to, he was just checking her wound. She closed back her eye and this is when She felt Walker lifting her up in his arms. Even though she didn't want to admit it to herself, this whole kidnapping thing was rather exciting! She leaned her head against his chest and enjoyed the warmness coming from his jacket. Few seconds after he had entered the small cottage, Walker put her down on a couch and covered her with a blanket he had retrieved from one of the bedrooms. At least this is what she concluded as she opened of her eyes after he had installed her on the soft couch.

She waited for Walker to leave her, which she tried to determine by listening to his footsteps. Once she was certain that he was gone, Frankie opened her eyes and was caught short when Walker was sitting across her on another couch in the living room.

"Well, are you done with your little games? Did you really think you had fooled me, Frankie?" He smirked back at her, and the young woman's face turned into a crimson red as Walker had outsmarted her. She narrowed her blue eyes at Walker and pretended not knowing what he was talking about.

"Why would I try to fool you?" She caught Walker snorting at her as he stood up away from the couch.

"Oh please, you were pretending to sleep in the back seat..."

Frankie rolled her eyes at the Agent before elaborating on how he was wrong.

"Why would I pretend to sleep? Really, that's the stupidest thing I've heard!"

Walker didn't seem to be convinced by Frankie's words though.

"You want me to tell you why you were pretending to sleep?"

She sat up on the couch, and looked up at him with a cocky attitude, trying to show Walker that she wasn't the kind of woman to fool around like this... Until he approached her again and lowered down to her level. She stared at him straight in his blue eyes and watched him with rapt attention. When Walker strongly grasped her both wrists and pulled her closer to him while he stood up to his full height, the young woman's eyes widened in shock while Walker put her back on her both feet. She cried in pain when she put all her weight on her injured foot, even though she was crying, Walker kept holding her wrists in just one of his hand, forcing her to stay up.

"Now, you're not pretending. I can see how genuine your emotions are! You're in pain, which is why you're crying... When I took you in my arms, you were breathing a little faster than a sleeping person, which indicated me that you weren't really sleeping, but just in the need of some tenderness, right Frankie?"

She didn't care what he was saying, she had aggravated her injury by putting weight on her foot, and she wasn't in the mood anymore for joking around. He finally released his grip from her wrists and Frankie fell back on the couch, checking on her foot to see how serious it was. He then came back with a first aid kit to disinfect her foot and fixed it.

"Don't touch me!" She snapped at him as he sat next to her on the couch. He wasn't really impressed by her attitude and she knew it.

"It's up to you. If you want to keep that piece of glass in your foot... But you know what will happen if I don't do anything with your foot?"

"I know what will happen!!! Just leave me alone for now, it hurts!!" She said while drying her tears with the back of her hand.

" I won't hurt you! The faster it will be done, the better it will be for everyone." It's not as if she had the choice after all. She nodded at him, looking up at his face with her straight lips.

It took around 25 minutes for Walker to disinfect the wound and stitch it. He had also wrapped a bandage around her foot, so she'd be able to walk on her feet. He then offered Frankie to use the bathroom for whatever she had in mind, either it was taking a bath or simply using the toilet to relieve herself.

"Feel free to take a bath, I will bring you some fresh clothes if you wish and I'll cook something to eat if you feel like joining me in the kitchen."

She didn't thank him for her foot, oh no, she was still pissed that he had found out about the way she felt about him. She hadn't fooled him, and she was infuriated with herself and toward him as well.

"I'll take a bath for sure..." She said, avoiding at all cost his eyes...

"Fine, I'll bring you fresh new clothes, they'll be on the bathroom counter."

She waited until Walker came back and indicated where was the bathroom. When she entered the small bathroom, she noticed a folded shirt on the counter, probably belonging to him. She had almost forgotten the pain from her foot as she brought the white shirt to her nose to catch the wooden manly aroma emanating from the tissue. She used the toilet and took a bath, making sure to leave her injured foot out of the water. She then dried herself with the towel and dressed up with his long white shirt. There was a plastic bag as well, which she used to put on her nightgown and undies that needed to be washed.

She slowly opened the bathroom door and spotted him eating at the kitchen table. She was somehow embarrassed to wear his sweater, especially since she wasn't wearing any undies underneath it...

"I'm going to sleep, I'm tired!" She added nonchalantly. Walker then explained to her that he had a spare bedroom at the end of the hall, but she told him that she was fine on the couch. It couldn't be worse than the backseat of a car...

#August Walker #Frankie Hunt #Infatuation #Kidnapping #Cottage #The Hunter

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moustacheimpossible-blog · 7 years ago

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I feel like I’m in trouble.

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Henry Cavill as August Walker .

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The Hunter

CHAPTER 7 - A CRY IN THE NIGHT

Lane had indicated Walker where to meet up with Frankie, but when an unknown man shown up at the warehouse Lane had told him to go, Walker began to grow suspicious.

"Where's Lane?" He demanded the tall Russian man.

"The girl!" Asked the Russian man. Walker snorted at the man, shaking his head in disagreement.

"No, that's not how it works. I was supposed to meet Solomon Lane, not some mediator!"

The Russian man cracked his fingers and approached Walker to intimidate him.

"Really? You think I'm scared of you? I'm not here to fight, I'm here to do business. If you don't have my money, I'm not giving you the girl... Simple as this!"

Walker breathed out loudly as he explained to the man that he wouldn't give Frankie without getting his hands on the money.

"I don't have the money with me, Lane is the one who'll transfer you the money."

August tilted his head to the side, still not agreeing with the 6'4" man.

"Nah, I don't think so... Now you're gonna go back to Lane and you'll tell him that I want the money at the exact same time that I'm giving you the girl... No Money, No Girl!"

The Russian man winked at Walker and the next thing August knew, he was being shot at from afar. The Russian man then pulled out his gun as well and aimed at Walker, but missed him as Walker ran away, not wanting to be shot at.

August rapidly rushed back inside the Range Rover, avoiding the rain of bullets intended for him. When the CIA Agent returned inside his vehicle, the Russian Man yelled at his other men that were hiding near the warehouse to stop shooting at the vehicle since Frankie was in there.

Walker was fuming as he departed the location of the warehouse, teeth clenched and anger plastered all over his face. It did seem that Lane had tried to double-cross him. August hated to be used this way and he felt like Lane had used him to achieve what he had in mind, but without paying for the job. If that's what Lane had in mind, Walker would make sure he'd never get his hands on the young woman as a way to punish him.

He drove as far as he could, in order to escape the Russian man and his other men. Walker decided to stop at the motel he had previously stayed the night before and parked his SUV nearby the outdoor pool. He knew she was awake, he could hear her breathing faster and he didn't know what to do anymore with her. His plan hadn't turned like it was supposed to. Unfastening his seatbelt, Walker glanced at the young woman lying on the backseat, trembling and obviously not feeling good at all. He recalled when she told him that she was sick, and he realized that she was probably cold.

"Please, bring me back home, I won't tell anyone. Please... I'm so cold!"

She was begging him to bring her back home, but August knew that once he would return Frankie to Luther, she'd probably reveal Hunt who had kidnapped her... He shook his head at Frankie and he saw the deception in her blue eyes. Tears began to stream down her warm cheeks and Walker knew at that very moment that he should've refused Lane's job. Stepping out of his SUV, Walker looked in the trunk for a blanket or something big enough that would cover Frankie, in order to keep her warm. Once he had found a small white cover, Walker returned to a tied Frankie and put it on the trembling woman that was still crying.

Shutting the rear door, Walker stood outside, checking around him, making sure he was alone and that no one had followed him. He dialed the number to reach Lane on his secure line and waited for the man in glasses to pick up the call.

"Here you are... You didn't give him the girl Walker, why is this?"

Walker snorted, not amused at all by Lane's words.

"Are you kidding, did you try to double-cross me, Lane? Where's the money? Did you really think I was going to give you the girl without getting the money?"

Lane's raspy annoying voice echoed all over Walker's smartphone as he treated Walker badly.

"You're a coward Walker! My men said that you ran away with the girl!"

He couldn't believe it, Walker had heard enough! Doing business with Lane, was this time a real disaster.

"I ran away with her because your men were shooting at me for Christ sake. They wanted me dead in order to get the girl without paying me, you think I haven't seen your little game Lane?"

Lane could be heard chuckling behind his phone, ridiculing Walker.

"Now, what are you going to do with the girl? You're stuck with her. Imagine if Sloane found out that you kidnapped Ethan's niece, you can say goodbye to your career at the CIA... Still there, Agent Walker?"

It was true though, he was stuck with Frankie and there's nothing he could do unless he'd try to win her trust and release her by after, hoping she'd never say a thing about him...

"I'm still there Lane... And you know what, forget about her, I'm going to hide her somewhere! If you warn Sloane about our business, you can rest assured that I'll find you and kill you Lane!"

Lane couldn't help mocking August as this last one revealed what he had in mind for Frankie.

"Oh, You want to hide her? If I were you, I'd be careful Walker, don't fall for her, you could regret it! She's not on the same side and you know it. She knows who you are by now!"

Having heard enough, Walker hung up on Lane and tossed the smartphone on the ground before stumping onto it with his heavy boots, breaking it into pieces.

Walker returned to the vehicle and checked on Frankie. She was holding the cover high over her. Only her face was visible at this point, and she had stopped crying. He could tell she was very ill from her droopy eyes and pale lips. He knew that what he was about to do, would either work or not. When he extended his arm at her forehead to touch it with his large hand, the young woman jerked as he brushed her boiling forehead, he didn't blame her though... It didn't take long for her to restart the same song, once again begging him to bring her back home.

"Ok, listen to me Frankie, I get it. You're sick, you're scared of me but know one thing, I won't hurt you, ok? I can't bring you back home for now! It's too dangerous. Now, how about we return on the road and find a nice place for the rest of the night? You'll be able to get some rest and even eat something if of course, you do feel like it... Is that ok with you?"

#The Hunter #August Walker #Solomon Lane #Frankie Hunt #Fanfic #Kidnapping #Double Cross

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