#One was beating up a rapist and accidentally punched a little too hard

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Michael Gray-Umbrellas

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This was requested by someone, but as I said in a past post, I deleted accidentally some of the names of the people who requested. I hope you like it, whoever you are!

MICHAEL GRAY-C FOR CATCALL (ANGST ALPHABET)

Umbrellas were kind of a problem for the society. First of all, they were always too small; it didn’t matter where you put yourself, you would always wet your back or your front, and your socks would always get soaked. Second, people with umbrellas. Most of the people didn’t realise that using an umbrella meant triplicating your body’s width, and that always led to painful bumps and even a bruised eye. As a consequence, you had always hated umbrellas. They were ugly, hid people’s face from you and got you wet anyway. That was, however, until you met Michael Gray.

Being a bookworm meant having time to think about stupid things like the problems about an umbrella, and it usually meant not knowing too much people in your town. Sure, you had friends and family, but you didn’t like to go out and you weren’t really popular. If Michael hadn’t decided to pass by your favourite library and throw his coffee on your new dress you wouldn’t have probably met. He did, he bought you a new one and literally chased you until you said yes to a date. After that, it was all history; two years of a happy relationship with the man of your dreams.

Which led to that moment, you wrapped around his arm as a huge umbrella covered you both. Rainy days in Birmingham were common, but you didn’t like them. The only thing you wanted was to wrap yourself in the biggest blanket and cuddle with Michael after a long day of work.

“You’re awfully quiet” Michael pointed out, not looking down at you. “Usually, you would be talking nonstop about something right now.”

“It has been a long day, you know that the coffee shop has a lot of costumers in winter”

You had been working in a coffee shop for more than a year then. It had been Tommy who had found the job for you. The coffee was close to the Shelby’s place, and Michael had made a routine picking you up after he got out of work. That way you could walk together to your shared apartment.

“You could take some free days. I could ask Tommy for them too, it would be nice to spend Christmas in a more… quiet place, don’t you think?”

“What about Christmas party? Or New Year’s one? Actually, what about every Shelby’s party?” you frowned, getting closer to him when you felt the rain hitting your side. “I’m sure Polly wouldn’t be too happy about that. She starts planning them in summer.”

“Love, I don’t want to go there. I want to spend Christmas with you, not with my nosy family. And I’m sure you think that way.”

You huffed, looking up at him. Michael was already looking at you, with a half smirk on his lips. He knew you loved the idea, you were always pestering him about not having enough time for the both of you. And honestly, he would love a quiet Christmas with the love of his life.

“If we do so, I’m not telling Polly, you are. Also, I don’t want to hear any last-minute trip with the boys or to find Arthur in our door the night before.” The Shelby used to do that a lot; calling Michael at the worst hours and ruining your plans. Your boyfriend didn’t mind helping them, yet you didn’t enjoy the sight of Michael bloody and bruised at your doorstep at three in the morning. “If you really want to go, you have to promise me no surprises. Just a quiet Christmas.”

“Just a quiet Christmas, Y/N. You, me, we can bring Chester if you want.”

A smile crept in both of your faces when Michael named your little dog. He had found him in the streets some months ago; his mother, nowhere to be seen, and next to him two dead puppies. Chester had survived by chance, and thanks to your cares, he was then a healthy beagle and the light in your lives.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea” you laughed. “He tends to be a little aggressive towards new furniture.”

“Polly can always-“

Michael’s next words died in his mouth as a hard slap rang all over the street.

To get to your shared apartment, you had to walk through the bad neighbourhood of Birmingham; that’s probably the main reason Michael always waited for you to get out of work. There lived beggars, whores, junkies and homeless. By then, it would have been normal that you had had a problem with someone. In the end, there were killers, children’s rapists and mad men in there. But it hadn’t until that moment.

You were pushed a few inches forward, and had it not been for your arms wrapped around Michael’s, you would have fallen to the ground. The ghost feeling of the hand against your backside made you walk towards Michael’s other side, and look to the culprit from there.

It wasn’t just one, there were three of them. The first one was laughing, showing you his toothless mouth. The one in the middle had his hand inside his pants, probably had it since you appeared in the street, judging by the huge bulge. And the last one was looking at you, letting you know that he had slapped your ass.

“I really thought it would be more loose” he said, not hiding the lust from his eyes. “Seems like not every Shelby is an used whore.”

“I want to touch it too!” the first man tried to get up, propping himself up in the wall.

You opened your mouth to say something, and begged to your brain to let it be something different from a cry. But Michael beat you to it.

“That’s not fucking nice from you, mates. Apologise to her.”

As if Michael had told the best joke ever, the three of them started laughing at mocking his jokes. The one with the boner, who got up too quickly to Michael or you notice, tried to grab you. You didn’t have time to step back before Michael had punched him square in the face. If anyone had to say, Michael was the least aggressive Shelby. He always preferred to use the words and tried to keep everything under control. However, threatening his girl called for drastic measures.

The guy fell to the floor with a pained scream, and finally, he removed his hand from his pants to cover his nose. Soon, his two friends were up, rage in their eyes. You clutched Michael’s arm tighter, the rain and the problem with the umbrellas long forgotten.

“You think you’re tough, hm? If she’s your bitch, you shouldn’t let her dress like that. Is begging for attention” the toothless one said, his voice rough. Michael’s fists clenched at his side, and the hand that was gripping the umbrella became white.

“I really suggest you to stop talking and apologise to my lady” Michael said under his breath.

“What are you going to do, hm? Bore us with your great speech, Shelby?” the one who touched your ass laughed again, already knowing who Michael was. If that was supposed to be a relive, it wasn’t. It just meant that those men knew who your boyfriend was and they weren’t afraid of him.

With the corner of your eye, you saw a shiny object in the hands of the toothless, and you gasped when you realised it was a knife. Not too big and probably not too sharp, but dangerous enough. Tears welled in your eyes in fear, and you tried to pull him backwards to leave. However, he didn’t move an inch. All Michael did was raise an eyebrow.

“We’re going to give your “lady” what she’s asking for, you’re going to watch and, just when I cum in her, I’m-“

A bullet hitting him in the middle of his eyes made him shut up, and the toothless man fell to the floor with a loud thud. Everything was silent for a second, until his friend started to shout at you and to threaten you. From his mouth fell all type of threats, all of them related with you or with Michael’s family. Although you were sure he was going to kill both of you there, when he tried to take a step towards yourself he fell dead to the floor next to his friend, blood coming out from his forehead.

The only one left was sitting on the ground with the help of his elbows. The blood of his nose was mixed with the rain, that was heavily falling on all of you. Still, not a drop of water had hit your skin since Michael hadn’t drop the umbrella.

“Please, please I didn’t do anything” the man cried, trying to get away but slipping on a puddle. “They-I told them not to, b-but they didn’t listen. I-I told them she was your girl-“

“You think this is because she’s my girl?” Michael frowned, rage filling his voice. “You shouldn’t do that to any woman, single or taken. If she doesn’t give you consent, you can’t even think about her.”

“Yes! Yes, I promise I-I told them that!” an ugly sob left his lips. “L-Let me go and you won’t see m-me again, I promise!”

“I mean, you’re right” Michael sighed. “Maybe if it had been any other woman, I would be angry. But this is my woman.”

He couldn’t beg for his life anymore as a scream tore from his lips. Where previously had been his boner, now there was a hole with blood pouring out. Your eyes widened as Michael put the gun back in his pocket, and gave you a soft smile before walking again.

That time, the hand that wasn’t holding the umbrella covered your shoulders, and he left a quick kiss on your forehead. You nuzzled into his side, gripping his middle and smiling up at him too. And even after three dead bodies and a harsh conformation, still not a drop of water had landed on you. It seemed that sharing an umbrella with Michael wasn’t that bad.

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