#michael gray headcanon

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You grew up with the Shelby family after your father’s death. He worked for the Shelby’s and when he was murdered by an enemy, Polly took you under her wing.
Through your teenage years, you were especially close to Ada and you two confided in each other about every little thing. This doesn’t change as you get older.
You and Ada are best friends and she is the first one who clocks onto you and John hiding feelings for one another.
“Just tell him, Y/N!”
“I can’t, Ada, there’s no way he feels the same!”
“That’s the biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard. He looks at you like you hung the bloody stars!”
You spent a lot of time with John as a teen, getting into trouble, drinking and smoking, running rings around Polly and running wild around Small Heath.
Polly bollocked John about it to no end and expressed her disappointment in you too, but you two just couldn’t stay away from each other. There was nobody else in the world that made you feel like the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders the way he could - he made you feel genuinely happy.
On your 18th birthday in the summer, John steals a bottle of whiskey and you both get drunk out in the fields watching the stars and talking about anything and everything.
You rode out there on horseback but since you were too drunk to ride back, you end up falling asleep under the stars curled up next to John.
When you wake early the next morning, the sheer magnitude of your feelings for him hits you like a freight train.
He wakes up shortly after you and when he sees you propped up on one arm staring at him with a particular twinkle in your eye, he wastes no time in kissing you. You both laugh about how hungover you feel and how it was probably the worst first kiss ever, and then you both panic about the beating you’re both going to receive from Polly when you get home.
It doesn’t take long for John to propose after that, and you don’t hesitate in saying yes.
Polly acts like she’s annoyed about it but deep down she couldn’t be happier for the two of you; part of her hopes that you’ll be able to reign him in a little bit.
Of course this doesn’t happen since the two of you are just as fiery as each other.
Your wedding night is a wild one, that’s for sure. It’s surprising that anyone even remembers it the next morning.
You, Arthur, John and Michael are the worst, it’s actually quite funny to watch.
You literally go off the rails.
Consecrating the marriage is amazing, to say the very fucking least. John treats you like royalty up until you tell him not to…
“I won’t break, you know. You can be a little rougher than that.”
He doesn’t need you to say anymore than that.
Even after being married for some time, you and John are still loved up.
You’re always holding hands at family meetings.
You sit in his lap whenever you get the chance.
Anyone would think you were still teenagers.
You literally cannot keep your hands off each other.
Sometimes you steal his hat and wear it which he thinks is the cutest damn thing ever.
And the sex… well.
You ‘christen’ every room in your house. Hell, you ‘christen’ every surface.
He’s always murmuring crude comments in your ear at inappropriate times because he loves watching you squirm.
When you eventually have children, they are just as wild as their mum and dad. Polly never misses the opportunity to let you know that you only have yourselves to blame for producing such raucous children.
He loves watching you be a mother to his children.
You like to argue about who the fun parent is, but it’s definitely John.
You’re always knocking Tommy down a peg or two, which he actually really respects. He thinks you’re just what his brother needs, and he’s right.
You and Arthur are cut from the same cloth, and when you get together it’s a given that there’s going to be trouble. Nights at the Garrison with him almost always end in a wicked hangover because you’re constantly trying to out-drink one another.
You understand the nature of John’s work but it does get lonely sometimes when he’s always away or coming home late.
But he never fails to make it up to you.
He spoils you incessantly - jewellery, books, fancy dinners, expensive champagne… anything you want. Name it and it’s yours.
Being married to John is literally a dream.
There’s never a dull moment.
There’s never any room for doubt where his love for you is concerned because he tells you whenever he gets the chance.

@writer-of-mayhem

Mon, 07 Mar 2022 18:59:57

Request: Micheal gray finding out his so is pregnant

Requested by Anonymous

Michael Gray x Female!Reader

Warnings: pregnancy

A/n: This isn’t completely edited because my wifi has been weird and I don’t want to edit it too much just for it not to show up. I don’t know why I’ve never done a headcanon like this before for any of the characters, but I’m glad someone requested it for Michael. I have been wanting to write for Michael more, so I was so happy to write this.

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Now, it would all depend on if the two of you are married or not.
If you were dating, that would make the news a little more difficult
You would try and delay telling him by at least a week or something just to mentally prepare for his reaction, whatever it may be.
That, of course, wouldn’t work.
There was no way you could step into Polly Gray’s house and her not know you were pregnant.
You tried to avoid her house because of that but Michael would always try and drag you there.
“Mum wants to know if you could come over for dinner.”
“We’ll have to stop by the house. I left my wallet.”

You could ave sworn he made up any excuse just to get you there, but in all honesty it was normal to have to stop by the house five times a day.
So, reluctantly, you walked right into his house and prayed that Polly was out for the day. She wasn’t.
Polly was sitting in the parlor when you walked in and couldn’t keep her eyes off of you as you waited for Michael to get whatever it was that he’d left.
You did your best not to make eye contact with her, but her gaze was steady and you knew she was going to say something regardless.
“Y/n.”
You hummed, finally looking at her. “Yes?”
“Have you told Michael yet?”
You shook your head. “No, I… um, haven’t yet.”
“You should.”
You knew she was right but the thought was terrifying.
Anytime after that that you saw his mother, she would always ask if you told him and push you to do so. That made it even more nerve racking.
But eventually, you found the courage to tell him.
And it went about how you expected.
Michael was frozen once you got the words out, just staring at you like the information couldn’t possibly be true.
“Michael,” you said after a few minutes of silence. “Please say something.”
Michael was slow to get his words out, it seemed he had to go over then again and again before saying them. “Do you want to keep it?”
“I suppose it depends on what you want,” you admitted. You didn’t want the answer to completely rest on you. You didn’t feel like you could make a decision like that.
Michael wasn’t sure if he was ready for a baby, but he knew he was ready to marry you. Just the week before he had bought a ring and was waiting for the right time to ask you.
“I don’t know if we’re ready for a baby, but I don’t think that matter,” he said with a small smile. “Not if I want to marry you anyway.”
Now if you guys were married, it would be a little different.
You would be oblivious to it for a while, brushing off the small symptoms because you had more important things to do than worry about being pregnant.
Because of that, you found out from Polly.
You were sitting at your desk when she walked in to put some files away. You could feel her eyes on you once her task was finished. “What is it, Polly?”
“How have you been feeling recently?” The question may have been innocent, but you knew better than to think it was.
You shrugged. “Fine, why?” You glanced up, waiting for her to spit it out.
“You’re pregnant.”
You raised a brow. “You can tell that just from looking at me?” you couldn’t help but ask. If she was right, you weren’t that far along and weren’t showing.
“Yes, I can,” she declared, hands on her hip. “If you doubt me, I’ll gladly take you to the doctor to prove it.”
So you dragged her to the doctor with you because you were curious to find out if she was correct. You’d heard Polly knew such things, but it wasn’t hard to assume any woman in the Shelby family was pregnant, especially Esme.
Polly was right, of course, and she couldn’t contain her happiness. She wasn’t sure how she’d feel about becoming a grandmother, but she was starting to like the idea.
As Polly already knew, you knew that you had to tell Michael sooner rather than later. With how excited Polly was, you were sure she would accidentally let the news slip.
You didn’t trust waiting until you got home because you guys lived with Polly and she hadn’t been able to keep her mouth shut about it, so you decided tell right after work.
Walking into his office, you couldn’t contain your smile and he had a feeling that you were up to something. “What?” he asked as he finished up writing in a ledger. “What do you want?”
“Who said I want anything?”
“You always smile like that when you want something,” he stated, matching your grin.
You sighed, that was true. There were many times you’d walked into his office with a similar grin because you were up to something. “Well, I don’t want anything from you today besides a ride home.”
“I thought you were going to head home with Polly.”
You shrugged. “That was the plan, but there was something I wanted to tell you and I’d rather not do that with your mother in the room.”
Michael shut the ledger, leaning against the back of his chair. “Alright, what is this thing you’d like to tell me.”
“Well, you don’t have to be so serious about it,” you teased. “But since I ave your attention, I’ll tell you anyway.” You paused for effect, knowing it would drive him crazy. “I’m pregnant.”
Michael sat there with wide eyes for a second. “You’re…”
“Yes,” you nodded.
Michael stood, rounding the desk to embrace you. “This is the best news I’ve heard all day,” he whispered before planting kisses all over your face.
“Okay, okay,” you giggled. “We should probably go home.”
“Why?” he asked.
You shook your head with a smile. “Your mother is very excited about the news and I think it’s best we hear all about her excitement instead of the whole street.”
He nodded, before frowning. “My mother found out before I did!”
“She was the one who told me,” you rolled your eyes.