Tom Hardy Character Imagines

Only This Time- Reggie Kray x OFC

"Do you really need to take three extra pairs of knickers? You planning on pissing yourself numerous times today are you?"

Evelyn looked up and eyed her fiancé, Reggie, drolly. He had known her long enough by now to understand that her bizarre need to stuff copious amounts of clean underwear into her handbag when she went somewhere for the day came from the unfortunate childhood incident that had traumatised her for the entirety of her adult life. Well, alright it didn't exactly traumatise her, but suddenly developing explosive diarrhoea after an ice cream when on a day trip to her seaside with her family had left its mark upon her. As well as on the back seat of her dad's car at the time.

"Fuck off, Reg," she muttered.

"Make me," Reggie smirked.

"Yeah you'd like that wouldn't you?" Evelyn grinned, smacking his chest playfully when he pulled her into his arms.

"Do you have to go to Nottingham?" he asked, grazing his lips across her before letting her go.

"You know I do. I promised Claire I'd visit today and I'm not a promise breaker."

"Now that's a blatant lie," Reggie narrowed his eyes. "Because there's numerous things you've promised me and not stuck to them. Like at Ronnie and Lou's wedding when you promised to fuck me in the car on the way home and then you didn't."

"First of all, I was drunk when I promised that so it doesn't even count," Evelyn pulled a face. "And secondly, I'm never doing anything like that with you because it's illegal and I don't think I'd ever live down the embarrassment if we were caught. And given who you are and how many things the police want to pin on you, we would most definitely get caught."

"Excuses excuses," Reggie tutted. "Well if you're really adamant you're going then can you at least take my car and not that piece of shit you insist on driving everywhere."

That piece of shit was Evelyn's most prized possession. The rundown powder blue Ford had been purchased after months of saving, and even though both her father and Reggie had told her it was ridiculous to waste her money on such a thing, she didn't listen. Nor did she listen when Reggie had offered to just buy her a new car for herself if that's what she really wanted. But it wasn't what she wanted, because it wasn't about the car it was about her pride. It was about the fact that at twenty two years old she had bought something and owned something for herself. Something that hadn't been bought by either her parents nor the man she would one day call husband.

"Babe, I'm not trying to be horrible but you're never gonna make it all the way to Nottingham in that piece of shit."

"Call it a piece of shit once more and I'll throw this piece of shit back at you," she muttered, wriggling her engagement ring at him.

"Nah you won't," Reggie scrunched up his nose at her. "But listen, I'm being serious about the car. It's never gonna make it on that journey in the state it's in at the moment. Just take my car, please?"

But Evelyn wouldn't be swayed. She was taking her car and that was final.

"Fine," Reggie signed. "But don't come crying to me when you need help."

"Don't worry, I won't."

... ... ...

And help she ended up needing. Reggie was right. Of course he was fucking right. She was stranded. In the middle of fucking nowhere.

Slamming her head on the steering wheel, she let out a sob; not one of upset but of annoyance because once again her smug bastard of a fiancé was right and she just knew he was going to gloat. Well, he wouldn't be able to gloat if he didn't find out about it she would make sure he didn't. Evelyn recalled seeing a phone box a couple of miles back and with a sigh, she grabbed her handbag and began the trudge back through the quiet country lanes to find the bloody pay phone. Luckily both the weather and the scenery were rather beautiful so she didn't mind the walk all that much, especially not once she'd kicked her shiny black pumps off and let her feet go bare on the ground.