RDJ imagines

(Hank Palmer) Camping partner ✨

Hank Palmer imagine
Camping partner 

Warnings: cussing, fluff 

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Y/bf/bf/n: your best friend boyfriend name. (Yes I know it's long, but you got to do what you gotta do) 

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You blame your friend. 

Why?

Dragging you into this knowing you hate anything to do with exercises. Hiking makes your thighs hurt and sore, so that's why you don't even go out much to do stuff like this. She brought her boyfriend and his best friend; Hank. And to be honest his best friend made this camping trip a bit better. 

He was good looking for sure and your friend wanted to set you up with him a long time ago. But you always denied because you didn't have time for that, you wanted to focus on your work. What you didn't know about him was that he was actually quite old, considering you're only 23. But oh my fuck, when you saw him your panties were in a twist. 

That man can make any man turn gay. But I guess it makes sense that he was old, your best friend's boyfriend friended him at a club. As long as you're 18 at a club, no one cares how old you are. 

"I can't do this anymore!" You shout at your friend who's at least 10 feet away. 

"Yes you can! After this you'll thank me," she opens her arms wide letting the air hit her. 

"You two are incredibly slow," Hank says. 

"What he said," Y/bf/bf/n agrees with Hank, walking beside him, 8 meters apart  from us. 

"Damn ass men," you grumble under your breath. 

After a while you all find a place to put your tents up. Your best friend and her boyfriend did it quickly while you're still struggling putting up. They wish you goodnight and get in their tent after making a fire with Hank since he finished his tent first. You groan in annoyance and curse at yourself for not focusing during camp when you were little. 

The reason your friend didn't help you was because she knew you'd struggle still putting a tent up, and Hank would have to help you out. Clearly her plan didn't work, you gave up and went to sit in front of the fire with Hank next to you with a beer in his hand. 

"Struggling?" 

"Was it that obvious?" You roll your eyes being sarcastic. 

"Unfortunately," he laughs, "want a hand?" 

"Yes, just in a while, I need to breathe from all that walking and trying to put it up, it's a work out really," you look into his eyes seeing them shine brightly because of the campfire. You can see the fire through his eyes. 

"Mm, alright," he takes a sip of his drink, "I expected you to be older you know?" 

"Excuse me?" 

"Not like that. I mean when my friend told me about you, I thought he'd think I'd be into someone older than your age, cause he doesn't know what kind of woman I'm into."

"Really? Then what women are you into?" 

"You," he looks you up and down, "glad he knew my type," he mumbles, taking a sip of his drink and puts it down. 

You couldn't form words at the moment. This man wanted you? Like as in...a one night stand? Girlfriend? Wife? Okay, possibly not wife, but still. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he smirks. 

"Can it last longer? " You lean closer to him.

"You've never had your first kiss, have you?" 

"How'd you- wha."