can you write a fic about gray with a girl named katie but everyone (like especially her mom) called her ‘katebear.’ she gets so embarrassed when gray calls her that in public and always tells him to stop, but secretly loves it. love your page!! ♥️♥️💛
Hi anon! Thank you for asking me to write this it’s so freaking cute. And thank you for liking my blog, it really does mean a lot!
You looked over at Grayson, eyes wide and cheeks red. You don’t know why this was always your bodies reaction when that nickname left his soft lips. You looked around to see if anyone else at the table heard him, but they were either to consumed in their phones or in a different conversation to hear what you and Grayson were talking about. You we’re out to lunch with Grayson and a small group of friends. It was this cute Mexican restaurant that had some of the best tortas you’ve ever tasted.
“Did you hear me? I said, pass me the hot sauce Katebear.” Grayson repeated himself, waiting on your response.
“Grayson, what did I tell you about calling me that!” You took the hot sauce and placed it even further from him as a punishment for using the nickname.
He was over your house for dinner the first time he heard your mother call you “Katebear” You were given the pet name in your childhood youth and only the people closest to you knew about it. It was never something you’d expect to hear him call you in a public setting. But Grayson had a habit of calling you that anytime he wanted to. Like at a restaurant, surrounded by a bunch of your college friends. You scolded him every time he did it but it never stopped him, and if you were being completely honest with yourself you prayed, he’d never stop calling you that. It annoyed you when your mom called you the name, but when it was Grayson it almost made you swoon. It was something about the way he said it. It just felt good. It felt… right. You’d never admit that to him though, but with the way you reacted everytime he said it you didn’t really need to
“C’mon Katebear, my taco needs hotsauce. Stop being so freaking mean and pass it.” He reaches pass you, his strong arms stretching across the table to grab the bottle quickly before giving you a smug look. “Look at you, you’re as red as a beet. For someone who doesn’t like that name you sure don’t act like it Katebear.”
“Oh shut the hell up Bailey!” You call him by his middle name, making the score even before brushing him off, stuffing your face with food to avoid making eye contact with him. You hated how well he knew you.
