#tavia’s 500 follower writing challenge

[zabdidaddi]

zabdiel de jesús - camping trip

A/N: this was intended for @mind-of-tavia​ ‘s 500 follower writing challenge! congrats girlie :)) also the jacket zabdi is wearing in the pic looks so so floofy and i just wanna hug him oamsdfmsdf

prompt: “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

warnings: none? just fluff :3

word count: 1.7k

You’d been best friends with Joel since you were kids, so you agreed without hesitation when he asked if you were down to join him and his bandmates on a week-long camping trip in California.

When you arrived in Cali, Joel had picked you up at the airport and the two of you hopped in his car and drove to the camping site.

“I can’t wait to introduce you to them,” he squealed like a five-year old, making you laugh. “Sometimes they get annoyed when I talk about you a lot, but they think you’re pretty cool.”

You blushed at the pseudo compliment, but played it off with a smirk. “Well, I mean… aren’t I though?” Joel just grinned at you and shrugged.

“Eh. Debatable.”

…

Three hours later, you finally arrived at your destination, and Joel gently shook you awake.

“(Y/N), wake up. we’re here.”

Yawning, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before hopping out of the car and helping Joel unpack. As you trudged up the hill with all your stuff, an icy breeze sent shivers down your spine; suddenly, you wish you’d packed warmer clothes before you left.

“Joel!”

You looked up to see a boy who looked around your age running towards the two of you.

“Erick!” A grin was plastered across your friend’s face as he waved to his bandmate in greeting. When Erick had made his way over to the two of you, Joel dropped his stuff on the ground and embraced him. Then, to your slight surprise, Erick turned to you and extended his arms for a hug as well.

“I’m Erick,” he said cheerily. “You must be (Y/N).”

“Yep, that’s me,” you giggled, hugging him back. Then, Erick helped you and Joel carry your stuff to a more secluded area where the other guys had apparently already started setting up their tents. When you finally got there, you saw the three other people Joel had told you about in the car - a guy wearing a beanie with tattoos poking out form under his rolled-up sleeves, a red-head wearing some of the coolest earrings you’d ever seen, and a six-foot tall guy with curly blonde hair who immediately caught your attention. They looked up as the three of you approached them, and immediately rushed over to tackle Joel in a group hug. The beanie guy glanced over at you and beckoned you to join them, so you happily obliged. When they finally broke apart, Joel introduced you to the rest of them.

“Guys, this is (Y/N),” Joel said, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “(Y/N), this is Chris, Richard, and Zabdiel.”

“Nice to meet you guys,” you chirped.

“Joel, ¿ella no esta tu novia?” Chris asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at the two of you. Although your Spanish wasn’t the best, you recognized the word “novia” and could tell from the tone of his voice what he was implying.

“Ew!” you and Joel simultaneously cried, exchanging disgusted glances with each other. The other boys cackled with laughter, causing Joel to glare at them.

“But don’t you guys dare touch her,” Joel warned.

“Ay papi, lo entendemos,” Zabdiel laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. You glanced at him when he said that and noticed him looking at you. Then, he winked at you mischievously, making your heart flutter. In response, you offered him the most confident smirk you could muster, which earned a soft chuckle from him.

When you and Joel excused yourselves to set up your individual tents, you asked as casually as possible, “Is Zabdiel always this cocky?”

“Cocky?” Joel questioned incredulously, then burst out laughing. “Why do you think he’s cocky?” “I - I don’t know,” you answered, clearly flustered. “He…winked at me?” This only made Joel laugh even harder, and you huffed in annoyance.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, trying his hardest to hold in his laughter. “Nah, he might have been flirting, but he’s super sweet; you’ll see once you get to know him better.”

By the time you guys had finished setting up everything, it was already late at night. Richard suggested a bonfire, so you carried all the food supplies out while the boys set up the fire. When they finally managed to get a flame going, the six of you sat in a circle around it. Much to your delight, you were sitting next to Zabdiel, with Joel on the other side of you.

The boys started to discuss plans for the next two days, and you thought it was extremely sweet of them for trying to converse in English so that you would understand. After a while though, you zoned out, focusing on trying to warm yourself up instead.

“Careful,” Zabdiel muttered, placing a hand on your shoulder when you leaned too close to the fire. You tried to ignore the tingling sensation where he touched you and just gave him a small smile. Leaning back a little, you felt a little colder because of the lack of heat from the fire, so you wrapped your arms around yourself instead.

Out of your peripheral vision, you noticed Zabdiel shrugging his jacket off, and you turned your head to look at him.

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket,” he told you.

“But then you’ll be cold,” you protested, shaking your head when he offered his jacket to you. “Keep it.”

“No,” he responded. You crossed your arms across your chest and pouted at him, which made him grin goofily at you. “(Y/N), por favor. I’m not cold.” You stared at him for a moment longer, then gave in when another cold breeze caused you to shiver uncontrollably. 
“Fine, but just tell me when you want it back,” you told him, and he nodded, handing you his jacket. “Thanks Zabdiel.” The jacket was way too big on you, but at least it kept you warm.

“Isn’t that Zabdi’s jacket?” Joel asked from beside you. You whipped your head around to look at your best friend, having momentarily forgotten about his existence. Turning your head back to glance shyly at Zabdiel, you nodded. The other boys heard Joel’s comment and immediately turned their attention to the two of you.

“Ay Zabdi!” Erick cheered, and the other boys joined in.

“Callate,” Zabdiel muttered, though a small grin was spreading across his face. You half expected Joel to chastise or threaten Zabdiel, but he just shot an all-knowing smirk at the two of you.

“I’m tired,” Joel said suddenly with a yawn. “I’m gonna sleep now. Goodnight.” He kissed the top of your head quickly before standing up and winking at you. You blushed furiously as you realized what he was doing. The other boys quickly caught on and stood up as well, claiming that they were tired and went back to their tents. After the boys had all left, it was just you and Zabdiel awkwardly sitting side by side, neither of you looking at each other.

“You tired?” Zabdiel asked after a while. You turned your head slightly to look at him.

“A little bit,” you admitted. “You?”

“Sí, pero,” he paused. “I’ll stay outside with you if you want.”

His sweet offer brought a smile to your face, and you wanted to hug him so badly, but didn’t know how to initiate it. So, you just replied, “Thanks Zabdi.”

Suddenly, Zabdiel asked, “Are you sure you’re not dating Joel?”

“No,” you replied, almost choking with laughter. “I’ve known him for so long.” Before you know it, you’ve started to tell Zabdiel about your childhood stories with Joel, and he shared a few of his own childhood memories with you as well. An hour later, you’d grown so tired that every sentence you uttered was interrupted by a yawn.

“You should sleep,” Zabdiel reluctantly said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. A blush crept upon your cheeks, and you smiled shyly at him.

“I think I’ll sleep out here,” you said, glancing at the sky. “It’s so pretty.” Zabdiel followed your gaze and looked up as well, murmuring in agreement. Then, without a word, he stood up abruptly and started heading back towards his tent. You looked up in confusion, then realized he was probably going back to his tent to sleep. Sighing, you lay down on the grass and just stared at the stars. He did even utter so much as a “goodnight” or tell you that he was going to go back to sleep. “Whatever,” you told yourself. “Stop liking him (Y/N), because he obviously doesn’t even care about you.”

“Idiota.”

You sat up in alarm and found yourself face-to-face with Zabdiel who was holding two pillows and a blanket in his arms

“I…”

“(Y/N), I care about you,” he whispered. “Yo creo que… ya enamorado de ti.”

You cocked your head to one side. “No entiendo, Zabdi.”

“Nevermind,” he said softly, then laid the pillows down about a foot apart. You lay down on one of them, and he lay down on the other.

“Tell me,” you whined, turning around to face him. He chuckled and shook his head, staring into your eyes. “Por favor.” He swallowed nervously as his gaze flicked to your lips. Oh. Without hesitating any further, you closed the gap between the two of you and pressed your lips against his gently. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as he kissed you back harder, his hand sliding down to the small of your back to pull you closer. When you broke apart, he grinned widely at you.

“Are you cold?” Zabdiel asked suddenly. Even with his jacket on, you were still a little cold, so you nodded. In response, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and relished his body warmth.

“Goodnight Zabdi,” you yawned.

“Buenas noches, amor,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. Smiling, you closed your eyes and drifted off into sleep. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of the week with Zabdiel De Jesús.