Peaky Blinders Imagines

"Congratulations Michael, you're just like your cousins..."

"Congratulations Michael, you're just like your cousins..." 

Warnings// Cuss words, smug reader, mentions of Gina, mentions of Charlotte, slight mention of abortion (Charlotte)

Requested// Nah, just wanted to write today

Things to know// This particular imagine is much like the one under Thomas Shelby Imagine; "Say no to this then..."; but is still different in certain aspects. The reader is a bit...I don't want to say yandere, but it's a pretty close second.  

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     Your eyes took in his little wife as she sat next to him, smugness just radiating off of her. Your gaze was filled with amusement as you took in the petite blonde that was sitting across from you. "So," her voice was calm, there was no accent present, an American thing, you thought, "you were the whore who was sleeping with my husband before he left for America?" Michael seemed surprised at his wife's bluntness, but you remained calm. A smirk settled on your lips as you crossed your legs, the slit in your dress falling away to expose your leg. "Whore?" Your voice sounded velvety in her ears. She didn't like that. Your gaze flickered over towards your past lover, noting how he kept his gaze on the table in front of him. 

     "That's fair. Though I prefer the term 'Lady of the Night', or even 'Escourt' would suffice." Gina hummed in response, keeping her piercing gaze on you as she took a sip of her champaign. Michael cleared his throat, lighting a cigarette and taking a giant drag of it. "Any idea what you're going to be ordering love?" Your eyes flashed with mischief, knowing full well he was talking to his wife, you waited until she opened her mouth to answer him before you cut her off. "Perhaps I'll go with Shepard's pie...or maybe just a steak..." You glanced down towards your menu, pretending like you didn't notice Gina's heated glare on you and Michael's panic. 

     When you did glance up, Gina still had her glare fixed towards you, her hand that held Michael's wedding ring on her finger gleaming in the light squeezing Michael's wrist. "Oh!" You were dramatic in your "apologetic" display as you slightly pouted your lips, placing the menu down to look Gina directly into her eyes. "I'm sorry! We spent a lot of time together you see, love, was something he used to call me...old habits die hard I suppose." There was no way to hide your smirk as you looked Gina up and down. "Y/n..." Michael warned, raising an eyebrow towards you. "What?" You asked innocently. "She has nothing to worry about. The past is in the past. It was an honest mistake..." Michael looked at you in disbelief, not believing you for a second. 

     "She's right Michael. She's your past. But I'm your future." Gina chimed in, raising an eyebrow towards you. "Exactly! See, there's no problem here Mikey." You hummed, seeing how Gina seemed to twitch at your nickname for him. "Mikey?" She asked, glancing over towards her nervous husband. "You told me no one called you that...only me." She slightly fumed, her voice hard. You blinked in faux surprise. "Oh, he never told you?" Boy did you love creating problems for Michael. "Hmm...makes me wonder what else he hasn't...told you." You added, eyeing the waiter that was making his way over to the three of you. 

     The waiter could tell something was off. He wasn't going to comment, it wasn't his business, though, it may have also been the sultry look you were giving him while leaning in closer to him, letting him not only smell your intoxicating perfume but also catch a glimpse down your dress. He stumbled through asking if there was anything he could grab, took your orders, and shuffled away. You let out a light chuckle, loving how easy it was to get a young man flustered. Gina scoffed as she looked at you in disbelief.