Tom Hardy Character Imagines

Broken Hearts- Freddie Jackson x OFC

Freddie approached the front door of the small two up- two down house he would be able to find in his sleep. Lifting the lavender filled plant pot beside the door, he grinned to himself when the silver key was waiting just as it always had been.

The front door creaked when he pushed it open gently and his nose was assaulted by the scent of citrus bleach, and he knew if he was to go into the kitchen he would find streaks along the worktops where Mandy had wiped them down before bed. Toeing off his trainers, he crept up the stairs, careful to mind the third one from the top because he was certain she hadn't got the squeaky floorboard fixed in the time he had been gone. He navigated the darkened hallway with a familiar ease until he reached her bedroom, and he allowed himself a few moments to just stand in the doorway and watch as she slept peacefully.

Nineteen months. He had dreamt of seeing Mandy's face for the last nineteen months while he had been stuck inside that shit hole for dealing a bit of weed. Well, that was all they caught him for anyway. Walking towards the bed, he leaned over Mandy and breathed in the smell of her coconut shampoo. She smelled fucking heavenly. Then again, she could have smelled like anything and it would have been heavenly compared to the scent of stale piss and sweat that he had been forced to endure for the past year and a half.

Her nose was scrunched up in her sleep and he couldn't help himself. He reached down to tickle it and it twitched, reminding him of the pet rabbit he'd had when he was six. Not that he'd had it for very long because his old man soon got rid of it, and then gave him a right good smack in the face for crying like a little girl about it.

"Mandy," he cooed quietly, blowing gently on her face.

Her eyelids fluttered as she attempted to open them, but the second she realised there was an intruder in her bedroom she sat up and punched the assailant square in the jaw.

"Well fucking hell, nice to see you too, babe."

"Freddie!" Mandy gasped, standing up on her knees and reaching for his face. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Got outta the nick a few hours ago, didn't I?" he grinned, grinding his jaw in an attempt to dull the pain in it. She didn't half hit him good and proper; but he was proud because he was the one who had taught her how to do it. "Thought I'd come by and see my favourite girl."

"You could have used the doorbell like a normal fucking person," Mandy tutted, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close for a hug. "I've missed you, Freddie."

"Missed you too, babe. And look at this sexy little getup," he answered, pulling back and grinning at her. "Never knew grown women enjoyed wearing nighties with Disney characters on."

"Yeah well, you should know by now that I'm still that little kid what used to make you pretend to act out the old movies with me."

"I did make the best Prince Charming though, didn't I?" he smirked.

"Hmm," Mandy smirked back. "You only wanted to be Prince Charming 'cause you thought you'd get a kiss out of it. Even as a kid you were a horny little bastard."

"I tell you, after nineteen months with only my right hand and a sock for company, I'm even hornier now."

"Well maybe you should go home to Jackie and she can sort you out?"

Freddie could see in Mandy's face that she regretted the words as soon as she said them, but they were out now, floating around creating a wall between them both. Freddie flopped down onto the bed with a huff, closing his eyes and trying to forget that he had a wife and two small kids waiting back at his crummy council flat across the other side of town. Not that Jackie even knew he was out of prison yet because he had made a point not to tell her. Nah, he couldn't be doing with that. She was a pain in his fucking arse; always screeching and nagging and moaning at him.