Bailey (G.D.)
So I made a post about how I want to lay across Grayson’s lap while he plays video games shirtless (reference: Ethan’s instagram story) and I referred to him as Bailey and everyone loved that idea so here’s a little something 😊
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“C’mon guys! Cover me or else this guy is gonna kill my ass!” Grayson screamed into his headset to his friends playing with him on playstation.
He felt the pretty girl laying with her head on his lap stir. She was taking a nap after finishing her last final since it took all the energy out of her. He looked down and saw she was still out and gently pushed her hair back before giving her forehead a kiss.
“Grayson watch out!” his friend screamed.
Next thing he knew, Grayson’s player was killed.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Grayson screamed again, forgetting for a second that his angel was still resting on him.
“Mmm Bailey,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his torso the best she could, given her position. His shirtless torso was warm like a fireplace and she was cold as ice. He often made fun of the way she slept all the time and how cold she always is by asking if she has an iron deficiency. She would usually slap his arm in return and he would defend himself by telling her that he needed to always test her as she was a pre-med student.
Grayson pretended like the nickname didn’t affect him by continuing his conversation with his friends, but there was a minor voice crack involved. She sleepily smiled to herself, eyes still closed, because she knew how he felt about being called Bailey. He never lets anyone call him that. When his mom uses his full name in frustration, he always says a quick, “Don’t use my middle name, ma!”
Y/N was the only one that was allowed to call him that. It started off innocently. They were out helping Grayson’s mom by doing the grocery shopping, when they spotted the Bailey’s creamer. Y/N laughed when she saw it and said, “Hey look! It’s you! It’s Bailey.” Grayson of course blushed furiously and told her to shut it if she wanted him to make her one of his famous ice cream sundays that night. She obliged, but not without keeping a little note in her mind how much it irked him.
The next time it happened, it was on purpose. Grayson was annoying her as she was studying and refused to let up. She was tired and frustrated and knew the only way he would stop is if she did something to piss him off. So, she called him Bailey.
“Shut up, Bailey!”
And shut up he did. He did a little scowl and grumbled.
“You know how I feel about my middle name.”
“Go cry about it in the corner, Bailey. I need to finish my bio studying.”
Of course, when he left to go make dinner, she smirked to herself, knowing the effect she had on him.
Slowly, but surely, the nickname stuck, and not in a negative way. It was almost routine for her to call him Bailey. She even changed his name in her phone to that. Over time, he grew to love it, but only she was allowed to use it. She made that very clear one day when another girl took it upon herself to use the name.
They were at a low key diner in Jersey with some of the best pancakes. Their waitress was a young, pretty girl who definitely took an interest upon Grayson. It didn’t really bother Y/N because he was staring into her eyes the whole time, even when the waitress would talk to him. Somehow, the waitress picked up on the fact that Y/N called him Bailey and assumed it was his name. So, when she was handing them the check, she flirtatiously said “Have a good one, Bailey.” He never heard the end of it on the car ride home that day.
Now, everytime his angel called him Bailey, he would get a flutter in his stomach. It was a symbol of their connection. It was like she was a real angel calling him from above. He loved it. Hence, the voice crack while he was speaking to his friends.
She rubbed her cold hands against his warm back, trying to obtain heat. He hissed in surprise and looked down at her.
“Angel, you’re freezing. Go grab the other blanket off my bed.”
“But ‘m comfy and you’re warm, Bailey,” she pouted, cheek smushed against his thigh.
He sighed and told his friends that he’ll be on later before shutting down his monitor. Grayson looked down at her while her eyes were shut and her cheek was still smushed against his thigh.
“You’re really had to tempt me for snuggles, didn’t you angel?” He asked while carrying her to his bed.
She stared up at him with her bright, sleepy eyes.
“You know it, Bailey.”
OKAY I’M SO SOFT RN
