could u do a gavi fic with prompt 7 and 9 pleaseee? and they are just up till 5am in the morning, with the sun starting to rise and he misses training because he falls asleep..something like that? i loove ur fics (especially ur gavi ones) thank you so much!!💞💞
Midnight Cookies~Pablo Gavi
*Pictures are from Pinterest*
in honor of our golden boy coming back, heres a cute fic abt him. missed him sm 😖 enjoy <3
request from here
master list -> part 2
players/drivers I write for
7-"my favorite new pillow" "I can't breathe" "I don't care"
9-"it's 2 am, go back to sleep"
The plan was simple—Gavi had agreed to stay up all night with his girlfriend. It was something spontaneous, a silly idea after spending the whole evening watching movies together.
y/n had suggested pulling an all-nighter just for fun, like when they were kids, and he was quick to agree, excitement gleaming in his eyes.
But now, at 2 AM, with Gavi asleep beside her on the couch, she started to think maybe she should’ve known better. His head was resting on her shoulder, his body curled up against hers like she was his personal pillow. The movie playing on the TV was long forgotten, just background noise to his soft breathing. y/n , on the other hand, was still wide awake, mind buzzing with the fun of staying up past a reasonable hour.
She shifted slightly, trying not to wake him, but he stirred anyway, groggily lifting his head. His eyes blinked open, squinting at the bright screen, and then he looked at her, his voice sleepy as he mumbled, “It’s 2 am, go back to sleep.”
“I thought we were staying up all night,” she whispered back with a grin, teasing him.
He frowned, rubbing his eyes. “Yeah, but I’m tired.” He looked ready to sink back into sleep, but she tugged on his arm playfully.
“Come on, let’s bake something or watch another movie! You can’t fall asleep now, we’re only halfway through the night.”
Gavi groaned but laughed softly, clearly amused by her determination. “Fine, but only because you’re cute.” He sat up, his hand slipping into hers as he stretched. “What do you wanna bake?”
“Cookies!” she said excitedly, already getting off the couch to head to the kitchen.
“Cookies at 2 AM,” he muttered, shaking his head but following after her. “Only you would think of that.”
In the kitchen, y/n gathered the ingredients while Gavi leaned against the counter, watching her with sleepy eyes. "You should be helping," she teased, nudging him with her elbow as she measured the flour.
He smirked and walked over, slipping his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“I’m supervising. It’s a very important job.” His voice was low and gravelly, making her smile.
She mixed the dough, Gavi’s arms still loosely wrapped around her. Occasionally, he'd sneak his hand forward, poking at the dough or stealing a bit to taste.
“Hey!” y/n scolded playfully, slapping his hand away.
“I’m just checking to make sure it’s good,” he said with a grin, licking the dough from his finger. “It’s perfect.”
She rolled her eyes, trying to focus as she added the chocolate chips. “If we don’t finish this, it’ll be because you ate half the ingredients.”
Gavi chuckled, placing a kiss on her cheek before letting her go. He moved around the kitchen, grabbing baking sheets and helping her scoop the dough into perfect little rounds. It was oddly domestic and comforting, the quiet intimacy of baking together in the middle of the night.
“I didn’t think you’d actually help,” she teased, glancing at him as he carefully spaced the cookies on the tray.
“I’m not that useless,” he quipped, giving her a mock-offended look.
“No, you’re not,” she agreed with a smile, leaning over to kiss him quickly on the lips.
After putting the cookies in the oven, they both sat on the counter, legs swinging as they waited for them to bake. Gavi leaned his head on her shoulder, eyes heavy with sleep again. y/n reached over to gently run her fingers through his hair, feeling him relax against her.
“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.
“Not asleep,” he mumbled, though his eyes were closed. “Just resting my eyes.”
y/n laughed softly and let him be. The cookies filled the kitchen with a warm, sugary smell, and she couldn’t help but feel a soft flutter of happiness in her chest. Moments like this with him were her favorite—simple, sweet, and full of love.
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The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. y/n blinked awake, feeling the weight of Gavi still resting on her. His face was nestled into the crook of her neck, his arm draped lazily across her waist, his breath soft and steady against her skin. She was warm, almost too warm, but she didn’t want to move just yet.
It wasn’t until she glanced at the clock on the wall that reality hit her. It was well past 10 am. Gavi’s training session started at 8.
“Pablito,” she whispered, nudging him gently. “Gavi, wake up.”
He grunted, shifting slightly but refusing to fully wake up. She tried again, shaking him a little harder. “Pablo, wake up. You missed training!”
That got a reaction. He groggily lifted his head, squinting at her with bleary eyes, trying to process what she was saying. "Huh?"
“You missed training,” she repeated, pointing to the clock.
His eyes widened as realization sank in. “Oh, shit!” He scrambled up, his hands flying to his head as he sat up fully, looking around in a panic. “I’m so dead, I can’t believe—”
“baby, relax!” she laughed, sitting up beside him. “Just call in sick.”
He shook his head, still in a mild state of panic. “I’m gonna be in so much trouble.”
She reached over and placed a hand on his arm, squeezing it gently. “It’s okay. You can say you weren’t feeling well.”
He groaned, covering his face with his hands for a moment before peeking at her through his fingers. “This is all your fault, you know,” he muttered, though there was no real bite in his words.
“You love it,” she teased, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
“sadly, I do,” he admitted with a sigh, wrapping his arms around her again and pulling her back into his chest.
“ my favorite new pillow.” he murmured into her neck
y/n rolled her eyes playfully but didn’t resist as he held her close. His body was warm and heavy against hers, and she could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest against her hands that were resting there.
“I can't breathe” she teased, fake gasping as if she was choking.
“I don’t care,” he muttered, his lips brushing the top of her head as his grip tightened around her waist.
y/n laughed, trying to squirm out from under him, but he only tightened his grip. “Pablo! you're crushing me.”
Finally, he loosened his hold and kissed her again, this time on the lips. His lips were soft, lingering for a few seconds before he pulled away slightly, his voice still sleepy but full of affection. “You’re not going anywhere princesa”
She smiled, running her fingers through his messy hair. “But you missed training…”
He groaned again, sitting up reluctantly. “Alright, alright. I’ll call in sick.” He grabbed his phone, but before making the call, he leaned in to kiss her one more time, longer this time, savoring the moment.
And even though he was technically in trouble, neither of them cared. Because right then, in each other’s arms, nothing else mattered.
