Peaky Blinders Imagines

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RED LIPSTICK
WORDS:2012

The Shelby's were always your family.

From a young age, you had been a Shelby. Even though you weren't blood-related, they were more of a family than your actual family could ever be. While you and Ada were nearest in age, you had always been closest with John. It didn't matter whether you were two youthful teenagers messing around or two passionate lovers who tried to find their place in the world.
You and John had always been each other's priority. So, it came as no surprise when you turned out being pregnant by John at the age of sixteen. You and John happily married each other as Arthur walked you down the aisle.

The day that your first daughter had been born was the day that John vowed to you that he would grant you more children if that was what made you happy. So, you had five more kids after Katie.

Even though your life was far from ideal, you still loved it with every fiber in your body. John was an incredible husband. He was always faithful to you and constantly made an effort to spend as much time as he could with you and the kids. A particular thing that he loved to do was to spoil you. Anytime you even merely glimpsed at a dress, the following day it would be hanging in your wardrobe. You had frequently told John that he didn't have to purchase you expensive items, but he constantly said that he loved to do it.

Tonight, you were wearing a black dress that John had bought you for a gala that would be hosted by one of Tommy's business partners.

You were seated on the bench that stood in front of your bed as you slipped on your heels. A giggle escaped your mouth as you felt John's wet kisses on the side of your neck as he crept onto you from behind.
"John, we can't do this right now," you said while your husband wrapped his arms around you.
"We can do whatever the fuck we want," he muttered against the base of your throat as his hands roamed over your body. You tilted your head back onto his shoulder, which gave him more access to your neck.
"Fucking hell, love," John mumbled as a grin appeared on his chiseled face. Just before he could get any further, you heard the door to your shared bedroom open, revealing your third-born son.
"Mummy! Tell Katie to stop putting makeup on me!" He cried out, entirely ignoring John who looked like he was done with his life.

John loved your kids, he really did. But he can't stop questioning why they won't ever leave the two of you alone for more than five minutes.

Fred ran over to you before leaping onto your lap as he buried his face into your neck, which John had been harassing a few moments prior.
"Bloody hell, Fred. What'd Katie do to your face?" John asked his son as he caught a glimpse of red lipstick smeared all over his face and a deep green eye shadow covering the lids of his eye.
"She put it all over my face!" He hissed while he attempted to conceal his face into your neck as deep as he could.
"That's not true, mum! He asked me to do it for him!" You heard Katie yell from her room while Fred settled down in your arms. John let out a groan before getting off the bed to get a damp cloth to get the cosmetics off his son's face.

While he went to the bathroom, you caressed Fred's back soothingly which lulled him to sleep along with your consoling flower perfume which you had applied earlier that evening. When John returned, you carefully turned your son in your arms before softly wiping the makeup from his face.
After having made sure that his face was spotless you stood up to carry him to his chamber while John watched you quietly. You put Fred to bed before making sure that all of your other children were all safe and sound in their beds. You kissed them all on their forehead as they told you a 'goodnight mum' before you switched off the light and made your way back to your shared room.