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Camping Trip - Part 4

WARNING(S)!

None of these are my characters!

I came up with the plot.

Mention of washing up and changing! (NOT s3xually)

Suggestive themes! Jokes ig MDNI

Pronouns! Not specified (Dress is worn)

Long-ish?! Incase you're looking for something short.

Potential Inaccuracy! Zippers were in fact used at this time for clothing but there is no specific year (that I could find) where it states they were used for tents.

Partially proof read

Note! George is a name I gave a random background character who is now re-mentioned.

REQUEST/CREDIT! @jellyfish-333 & @isa172736637 asked for more and have received!

||Wordbank:|| Knickers - Shorts || Trousers - Pants || Courting - an older form of dating (at the time you could court more than one person and it was more so 'competitive dating' but I used the word for the sake of emersion and in the sense and term of dating) || EEEEEEE - Squeal (duh)

PART 1 [] PART 2 [] PART 3 [] Current: Part 4

A/N - Thank you to everyone reading and requesting these ♡

This is the final part and I was procrastinating by rewatching movies ̤̮

Enjoy!̤̮

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I wake up to the soft sound of chirping and the faint flow of water over smooth rocks. I peak out my tent and don’t see anyone else up.

I grab my cup-like container and head to the river like I did yesterday. Scooping up some water, I head back, closing the tent curtains behind me and start my routine. Only after changing does it dawn on me,

It’s the last day of camping. First thing in the morning tomorrow we’re going back home. This trip hasn’t been anything special… I want to do something interesting that doesn’t involve me looking for my lost friend in the woods while practically starving, all sweaty and annoyed.

As I exit my tent I see majority of the class awake and ready for the day, some just waking up. Amongst them is Gilbert, he’s rubbing his eyes as I approach him. “Goodmorning.” I smile. “Mm.” He hums a ‘same to you’ and he opens his eyes to look at me and smiles, “Hopefully we can actually camp today.” “Agreed.” I nod.

During breakfast I sit with my friends and Gil sits with his. We’re all in our own conversations when Josie addresses the whole group.

“So, I have an announcement..”

Everyone turns to hear,

She pauses,

“Me and Billy are together!” Josie squeals, it was high pitched but not loud enough for anyone outside of our small circle to hear.

“You mean he asked to court you?!” Ruby smiles, reaching out to squeeze Josie’s hand.

“Wait, how would he have asked your parents? We’re camping..” A gasp of realization comes out of Diana’s mouth after her question and Anne finishes the thought for her, “Is it..” she leans in, so do the rest of us, “A secret!?”

Tilly, Ruby, and Anne all squeal together, “How romantic!” Tilly smiles.

“Well, not exactly,” Josie interrupts. 

‘There it is.’

“When he found me in the tree and saved me,”

‘HE?! I recall ME finding AND saving you-’

“He caught me and we had our- MOMENT!”

“EEEEEEEEEE!” Everyone shreeks simultaneously.

‘Did she even say thank you after I saved her? Billy was too busy fighting to hear her screaming and practically wanted to leave her for dead and not tell anyone!”

“Did he compliment you?” Diana smiles.

“Did you kiss?” Anne says in that voice she takes on when talking about something she finds ‘romantical’.

“Did he show you his muscles?” Tilly giggles.

“Did he hold you like you were the only thing that mattered in the whole entire universe and even if there were other things in existence he would continue to only ever look at you with that- that look of eternal, undying love?” Everyone’s heads turned to Ruby. “What? If he doesn’t look at you like that, what's the point!” The group laughs, except Josie.

“Well.. He held onto me a bit longer than he needed to.. AND, we were looking into eachothers eyes the whole time.”

‘Awes’ and ‘Ooos’ were heard until,

“Hey ladies,”

This obnoxiously snobby, overly confident voice settles in.

“What is it George?” I ask with a slight tone. He may be known for his overly-flirtatious and cocky demeanour but he was a decent guy and would stop flirting if you were being courted.

That fact doesn’t make him any less annoying though.

“Me and some of the boys are planning to stay up late for the last night camping. But what’s a party without girls?~” George wiggles his eyebrows and I mentally puke.

“Who’s going to be there?” Ruby questions. She’s hiding it, but she’s obviously hoping for a specific name.

“Everyone, so far.” He shrugs.

The girls and I look around at one another and make faces as if having a mental discussion, most of us sway our heads side to side or shrug but after a minute or so George interrupts and asks, “Did I lose my hearing or something? Is it a yes or a no?”

Impatient much..

“We’ll go.” I reply.

“All of you?” George grins.

I nod.

“See you ladies then.” He winks and walks off.

“So, what is everyone going to wear?” Diana pipes up.

“What do you mean?” Anne asks.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with what we have on now?” Tillie continues.

“Well, when invited to a party you wear something different then what you were wearing earlier right?” Diana elaborates.

“But it’s just with some stupid boys, we’re not representing a part of our families or anything, it’s not an event.” I shrug.

“Plus, I didn’t bring an extra outfit.” Anne adds, somewhat worriedly.

“You can borrow one of mine, Anne. I’ve got three extra.” Diana smiles.

Our breakfast conversation comes to an end and I head off to find Gilbert.

He had just walked out of his tent, “Goodmorning!” I call. He turns and smiles once he sees me.

“Goodmorning love,” He looks me up and down, “You look, uh–in.. infatuating.. today.” Gilbert seemed to question if that was the right word to use.

“Thank you.” I hold back a laugh. “Are you, going to the party tonight?”

“Are you? I only said yes hoping you would go..”

“Yes, yes I’m going.”

“That’s- that’s great! I have some g-”

“Hey! Blythe!”

Aaaaaaand there it is.

George interrupts the conversation, waving down Gil.

“Hey, Blythe!”

Gilbert ignores him and attempts to continue to talk, however George persists, beginning to walk over.

“Blytheeee! Gilbert!”

George hooks his arm over Gil’s shoulder, dragging him away while talking.

‘Might as while occupy myself until the party.’

Timeskip cause I’m lazy rn and will add to this tmr

Soon the night rose as the day set and I made my way to the party. The fire crackled and popped, its warmth mingling with the cool night air. The woods were just as awake as in the morning, the hum of insects and the occasional rustling of leaves. As I entered a clearing a louder sound arose, laughter. Everyone was gathered around the fire—those who were still sober enough to keep our eyes open, anyway. I’d just gotten here and people—Billy more so were drunk.

I approached the girls who were sitting on logs. Anne was standing mid-story, her hands wild in the air as she recounted some outlandish tale about a misadventure with a runaway horse. I’d heard it before of course, but Anne had a way of telling stories that made them feel new each time. Tilly was next to Ruby, their heads bent together as they whispered, probably sharing gossip or talking about crushes.

Ruby shot a glance at Moody, who was standing a little ways off. Probably feeling her eyes he looked over and smiled, until Charlie hooked an arm around his shoulder. I shifted on the log, distracted by a shout of laughter from George as he regaled Moody and Charlie with another one of his girl encounter stories.

Josie and Diana, who were across from me, were listening to Anne with rapt attention—though Josie’s eyes kept darting toward Billy, who was standing off to the side of the fire, looking... well, less than amused. Josie had been so sure she and Billy had something—after all, he kind of leads her on and Josie ignores anything negative he says or does.

I found myself looking over at Gilbert, and the flutter in my chest gave away how easily I was already pulled in. He was leaning against a nearby tree, watching the group with that calm, easy smile he always wore. We hadn’t been together for long, but in moments like these, when I’d catch him looking at me like that—like I was the only one in the world—everything else seemed to fade into the background. A/N - Referencing a previous part̤̮

I didn’t even have to glance twice to know he was looking at me, too.

“You alright?” Gilbert’s voice broke through my thoughts, smooth as he shuffled to sit beside me, his hand brushing against my arm.

‘Had he walked over while I was just staring?’

There was something in the way he said it—like he already knew what I was thinking.

“Just, people-watching,” I said, keeping my voice light. “Anne’s story’s getting to the good part, I think.”

Gilbert laughed quietly,

‘He’s not buying it.’

“Hmm, sure. I was watching people too, though. And this party’s pretty boring..” He let his words linger in the air, his eyes catching mine. “I know you just came, but do you want to go back to camp? We could just sit and talk.”

I nodded with a smile.

I glanced over at Billy—his gaze immediately snapping away, as if he’d been caught staring, but I didn’t need to look twice to know he’d been watching. Josie, sitting beside him, was completely oblivious to the shift in energy, still caught up in the idea that Billy might have more feelings for her than he’s ever had.

“Where’s Tilly and Charlie off to?” I asked, noting that the two of them had disappeared into the trees.

Gilbert smirked. “Who knows? They’re probably off looking for a quiet place of their own.” He shrugged. “If they’re smart, they won’t stay out too late. No telling what the camp will turn into once the whiskey’s had its way with the rest of them.”

“Gilbert,” I said quietly, my voice a little softer than usual, “you really don’t mind if we leave early, do you?”

His hand brushed against mine. “I’d prefer it.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “We can make our own fun tonight.”

I didn’t need to hear any more. I stood up, straightening my skirts, and turned toward Gilbert, my heart suddenly lighter.

As we got back to camp we walked to Gilbert’s tent which was only a couple meters away from Charlie’s—of which had two shadows inside, accompanied by whispers and giggles coming from it.

“Gil.” I beckon, nodding over to the tent with a smile. As he looks over I head inside his tent.

Gilbert closes it behind him and for a moment we just sit in comfortable silence.

-

“So, do you think they’ll notice we’re gone?” Gil look’s up from the floor to answer, “Probably not. What do you think’s up with Moody and Ruby?”

“Oh, they are soooo close to courting, Ruby is finally out of her denial stage so Moody just has to make a move again!” I smile, shifting closer as I speak.

And though we ranted about that—our conversation switched to many different topics. Some important, some not.

-

“I bet I could beat you in cards if we had some right now.” I smirk as Gilbert’s brows furrow, “No way! I’d so beat you.”

“You wish, Rock Paper Scissors right now!”

“Rock, Paper, Scissors…Shoot!”

“Rock, Paper, Scissors…Shoot!”

“Told you I’d beat you in cards” I raise my hands in victory.

“One more time!” 

“You mean two? For someone to win we’d have to-”

“No, just one.”

“Ok..?”

“Rock, Paper, Scissors…”

“Rock, Paper, Scissors…”

Smooch?

-

Now laying with his head on my lap, my hand in his and the other in his hair Gilbert sighs contently,

“I don’t think I’ll figure you out completely. Understand you? Yes.”

“What do you mean?” I laugh.

“You’ll know, eventually.”

“But I want to know now.. Oh, just tell me!”

“No,” He laughs out.

-

Eventually I headed back to my tent. In the morning to follow everyone had packed, eaten, and left with the same carriage buddies we’d arrived with.

The views weren’t as great as the ones I’ve seen camping with my father—the memories are definitely ones I’ll be keeping forever.

The end.. ̤̮

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I can't wait to be a pretty lil stay at home trophy wife to the most handsome sweet loving butch ever 🥹🥹🥹 just ughhh I know I'm waiting until she finds and pursues me but I can't wait dude 😫😫 I can't wait to be all sweet and domestic and lovey dovey wif someone and sit on her lap anytime she sits down just to curl up in her arms bc I'm so small. Wrap my arms around my future wife and give her sweet kisses all over her handsome face 🥹🥹🥹🤭 eeeeeeeeee

Thinking about being home all day. Maybe the Monday after a good relaxing weekend in bed and around our home with my partner. I'd wake up early in the morning to read the word and have my coffee, as well as making hers to wake her up. I'd walk into our room and place the coffee on her bedside table. Then menacingly tiptoe closer to the bed only to crawl on top of her and lean over her sleeping face to give her morning kisses. I wouldn't stop kissing her everywhere until she wakes up and flips us over so that I'm underneath her now, completely pinned. Safe under her weight, receiving kisses sweet and tantalizing, I giggle, "Daddyyyyyy stoop 🥹🥺🥺 tickles!!!"

"Okay, okay baby I'm sorry. Daddys sorry honey. I love you lovebug." She'd say as she leans down to kiss me once more.

"OH, did my sweet girl make her daddy coffee?? Thank you babydoll."

"Of course Dada 🥰."

After a few more kisses we head to the kitchen where daddy makes us breakfast as i sit on the island counter, watching and swinging my legs about. Probably messing around with Penny my stuffed bunny and giggling to her about how handsome daddy looks making food for us both.

After daddy is finished making our breakfast she sets our plates down and quickly lifts me off the counter and back into her lap as always. Just like every morning. I sit in her lap and we both eat breakfast together. Separately, but we're so conjoined at the hip that we always stay with me in daddys lap. It's where a princess belongs of course 😌 sometimes daddy may have to feed me bc baby gets distracted playing with Penny and play feeding her. Then, once we've had our meal, daddy quickly has a shower and gets out. When she gets out, she comes out of the bathroom to find I've set her work clothes out neatly on the bed. Already sprayed with her favorite (and mine) cologne. She gets dressed and meets me at the door where I kiss her goodbye and tell her to come home quickly and to message me when she arrives to work safely.

While my bubbas is at work I'd most likely clean our home on a good pain day or do laundry. House chores and the like. Before her lunch break I'd make her a nice meal and get all dolled up to take it to her. The thought of my future butch being able to brag on their pretty little wife and how good I am to them. Constantly doting on them and feeding them yummy meals and treats. I'd of course make sure to make one of my loves favorite desserts as well. There'd be a sticky note applied to it that says, "there'll be even more dessert for you when you get home ❤️." I'd wait all day for her to get home. Constantly missing her and thinking about how badly I can't wait to run up to the door as soon as she's home so she can pick me up and give me more of her sweet kisses I missed so much. She'd try to put me down complaining of getting my pretty slip dress dirty, but instead she's turned on more when I tell her,"Fuck me dirty. I don't care. Well shower after anyway daddy."

"Please, show me how much you missed me honey."

Yanking her shirt off to reveal her sports bra and muscles,I lean down to her kneeled on the ground between my legs to kiss her again.

She slowly moves her hands dirty from work up my legs to grab and knead at my thighs.

"So fucking pretty baby, God. Smells so sweet."

I laugh and hook my legs over her shoulders. Interlacing my hands through her hair and pulling her close against my lacy panties. Her favorite of course. Pink with the little bow on the front. I can feel her cold wedding band against my skin as she moves her large, tough hands up my body underneath my dress to grab at my breasts. Kissing me and telling me how much she missed me, I tell her I missed her even more.

How much I couldn't wait for her to get home so I could kiss her and hug her. Smell her scent and be in the arms of my safe place. How much I thought of her getting home so she can take me however she wants because my body belongs to her just as hers belongs to me.

The thought of planning for babies. 🥹🥹 OH GOD

Picking out a donor that looks like my wife so that our bubs look like us 🥹🥹I can't wait to carry babies for my wife someday. Just the thought of it makes me so happy dude. The thought of carrying my loves child inside of me. Our babies 🥹 them constantly rubbing and kissing my belly as it grows and talking to our baby. Even reading books to them so they'll be super duper smart and cool 🥹 going to appointments and crying together over Watching our Bubba grow 😭😭😭😭

Even if I couldn't carry our babies I still can't wait to have a family with my love someday. Whether it's through adoption or biology I don't care.

I just genuinely can't wait to meet my person in God's timing bc I'm so tired of trying to make it work with mascs that are emotionally unavailable or settle for the "daddy" title when it's something they don't really like, just because they like me. I can't wait to find my butch daddy so I can be taken care of and loved the way I deserve and to be able to give all the love I have for them in return for everything my lovely butch husband does for me 🥹

I can't wait to be a pretty little femme wife to my butch someday and I hope wherever she is that she or he depending on pronouns, is safe. I hope she thinks about me as much as I think about and dream of her and what it will be like to be her girl someday 🥹🥹🥺🥰