PLEASE talk more about tomgreg in prison together i literally love this au 🙏🙏 or if you/anyone else has fic recs of this au...😳😳 but im simply desperate to hear what other thoughts you have about it bc all your posts are spot on so far

So far I've only read one tomgreg prison fic and it was a smutty one-shot called Orange is The New Greg, I did enjoy it. I have written also a fic where tom and greg fuck under the guise of Greg preparing for prison but that's only tangentially related and is not close to the vibe i'm thinking of if they actually did go to prison together,

especially because it would split off before season 4 I think I'd play with that more season 3 characterization but I would definitely keep the aspect where,

Tom, I think, would find it hard to ingratiate himself to the right people, because he'd be too transparent- the very cursory glance i did at "white collar prisons" and prison consultant stuff said "in a low security prison camp it's a mistake to think they're all white-collar it's definitely not like that, there are people from a range of walks of life" and that you're not supposed to suck up to the Correctional Officers but to the other prisoners. Tom would be too polite to the COs because authority figures and then they'd like him, and Greg would just be like "Dude you were specifically told" and Tom would be like "shut the fuck up"

i think Greg would be 500X better at getting in with other prisoners because he remembers normal life and can be very non-threatening on purpose and unintentionally whereas Tom would probably be too formal and just wonky and weird with people because he's so uncomfortable. Greg would have to be the one pulling for him all the time and that would be supremely funny and bruise Tom's ego for a while until he's like actually screw it i'll be sporus and you protect me this is fucking fine (that would take a while to get to that point)

Tom also can't risk beating Greg's ass into the ground because he knows he wouldn't survive solitary confinement for more than five minutes and Greg also knows this so would probably be more than happy to continue to annoy the shit out of him whenever he wants.

Tom complains incessantly about the prison food and Greg thinks it is "really not so bad Tom honestly" and then talks about how he's happily lived on Mr. Noodles for years anyway so, you know. but then Greg is still the one to get them in with the prisoners who barter, grow, and cook some of their own, better, food.

insofar as their sexual relationship, I do think they would start up fooling around early and it would be one of Tom's only solaces in this blasted place.

and that Greg would be the one to be like "Should we try to trade for, like... lotion and uh condoms.. and stuff" (angling to get fucked, obvi) and Tom is like "absolutely not people can't know we're fucking?" and Greg is like "literally why not?? are you seriously ashamed of this? half he people here are fucking, what the fuck" and Tom is like "more because it's illegal for us to be having sex??" and Greg is like "what?" and Tom is like "did you even listen when you were outlined what behaviours we forbidden from exhibiting?" and Greg is like "there are a lot of rules, okay, dont judge me. but like. seriously even if it's consensual? it's illegal?" and tom is like "YES because they wouldn't be able to tell if I'd coerced you" and Greg is like "okay but why would- by default- why would it be you coercing me" and Tom gives him a wicked look and calls says "Because you're the twink" which Greg also argues and says "I think I would know better if I'm a twink or not seeing as I'm..." and tom is like "What. Gay?" and Greg is like "UH?! clearly!?! ive sucked your dick every night the past week" and Tom is like "And i have yours, but I'm not gay" and Greg goes over to his bed and refuses to speak to Tom for the rest of the night and Tom thinks he should be happy with that outcome because he complains every single day that Greg won't shut up, but he really isn't.

tomgreg leyendecker study *puts yearning shrimp emotions in your republicans* 

Insecure

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2,529

Summary: Your boyfriend Tom and the world are left wondering why you've never been to a red carpet event with him.

Warnings: Insecure reader and the fact that I proof read this on finals brain so I'm sorry if my grammar and punctuation is super off.

A/N: Finals week is finally over and I can finally get back to writing! I'll be free most of the summer to write and do things. It feels good to finally post a work again. For this particular work, I made it so that the reader works at a hospital on call as a nurse or doctor.

 After a brutal 12 hour shift full of code blues, cranky patients, and a short staff; to say you were exhausted was an understatement. You glanced at the clock and let out a deep breath you felt as if you were holding since the beginning of your shift. It was finally time to go home. You made your way to the locker room, peeling out of your scrubs on the way there. Upon entering, you spotted your good friend Trisha who was also getting ready to go home. "I'm so ready for this weekend." you heard her say as she rubbed her eyes. You frantically nodded, "I hear ya on that one." She giggled and continued to make small talk as you both retrieved your things from your lockers. "So, you got any plans with the boy toy this weekend?" She asked teasingly referring to your boyfriend, Tom. You giggled as you took your hair down. "Nope, he actually left two days ago. He's going to be away for a week. He's got a red carpet event to go to." You replied as you put on your coat. "Oo la la, fancy. Why didn't you go with him, Emily Blunt?" She teased as she zipped up her backpack. You shrugged as you shut your locker door, "duty calls."

 You both walked to the parking lot and you jumped into your car. You checked your phone before starting it to find a voicemail from your boyfriend. You smiled. You weren't allowed to have your phone on you while you were working. Tom knew this and liked to leave voice mails for you to listen to once you got off work. You put in your headphones pressed play.

"Hello, darling. It is currently 5:04pm here and I miss you. I'm sure you're off saving lives and being amazing as always. I'm about to leave my hotel room to go to the event. I miss you immensely and I wish you were in this lonely hotel room, getting ready to go to with me. I can't wait until you come to a red carpet event with me so I can flaunt off my beautiful  girlfriend to the world. I love you and I hope work wasn't too rough today. I love you with all my heart, to the moon and back." You smiled and started the car.

Once you got home, you took a shower and settled on the couch in your pajamas. You turned on the television and immediately saw your love being interviewed. The interviewer was berating him with questions. You were too lost in his smile to really pay attention to anything he was saying. You snapped out of your daze when you heard your name mentioned. "So, how's your girlfriend (Y/N) doing?" the interviewer asked. Tom's smile grew. "She's doing very well, thank you for asking." The interviewer instantly shot back "You two have been dating for quite some time now. How come we've never seen her on the red carpet with you?" You felt a knot twist around in your stomach at the question. Tom, didn't skip a beat with his response. "(Y/N) works on call for a hospital. While I'm parading around on the red carpet, she's out there saving lives. Although I want to be greedy and take her with me, I can not take away a guardian angel away from those who need her. I'm incredibly proud of her and perhaps one day, she'll be here with me." he gave a weak smile as he looked into the camera. It was as if he's talking only to you.

You smiled at his response but couldn't help but think about the real reason you've never been on a red carpet with him. Although what Tom said is true, you harbored a fear of judgement. Tom was an attractive famous actor and you were just… you. You knew he had a massive female following who drooled over everything he did. You knew you would be harshly criticized by them. You remembered when the news leaked that you and him were dating. You recall sitting up in bed late at night, scrolling through hate comments from jealous fans. You sat there and wondered how so many people could hate you when all they knew was your name and your boyfriend. Between that feeling like the media has you under a microscope, you knew it would probably be best to avoid as much as you could. Work was just an easy and convenient way to do exactly that.

The television cut to a commercial. You threw your phone on the couch and laid down until you eventually fell asleep. At 10:34am ,the front door slowly creaked open. Tom quietly creeped his way into the  house, being sure not to wake you, he knew you slept late the day after a long shift. He wanted this to truly be a surprise. He looked over at the lump of blanket and pillows on the couch. He walked over to it curiously to find you fast asleep. He smiled to himself. Man, how he missed you. He couldn't stop himself as he carefully place a gentle kiss on your forehead, trying not to wake you.

After a few minutes of admiring the scene before him, he put his luggage away and made his way into the kitchen. He knew you'd both have to have breakfast eventually so he decided to cook some pancakes. He busied himself in the kitchen, stirring pancake batter, and humming a tune while trying to make the least mess possible. Right as he was about to put the batter on the pan, your cell phone rang. Tom wiped his hands and made his way into the living room. He looked at your phone. It was buzzing with the text "Work" flashing across the screen. Tom didn't want the ringing to wake you so he picked it up. 

"Hello?" Tom asked into the phone. The person on the other end must have not picked up on the fact that it wasn't your voice as he started "Hello (Y/N). This is Greg from scheduling. I was making the schedule for this week and saw that you have exceeded your maximum number of hours for the month. You've been working a lot lately and I know we've been calling you in a whole lot so take this as a well deserved reward. You've been busting your ass, kid and you have wayyyyy too many vacation days stacked up. Take the next two weeks to relax." Tom smiled into the phone, knowing this meant he had time to be with you. "Well" Tom started as he giggled "This isn't (Y/N) but I'll be sure to let her know." the voice on the other end sounded a bit startled as he replied "Oh- okay. Well, be sure she gets the message." "Will do." Tom said as he hung up the phone. 

Tom looked at you and smiled. Two whole weeks, just you and him. His smile grew even wider when he received a text from Luke about a red carpet event he was invited to next week. He can finally take you. He can finally show the world the woman who puts a smile on his face every passing day. His shining star. He went back into the kitchen to make pancakes. He began humming a tune and tapping along.

You woke up to the smell of bacon. You rubbed your tired eyes and looked over to the kitchen to see a dancing apron clad Tom, humming along to a jazzy tune as he put the last of the pancakes on a serving dish. The sight made you giggle. Tom heard the noise and turned to look at you. "Good morning, darling." He said with a smile across his face, flour lightly dusting his features. You stood up from the couch and ran over to him, jumping in his arms. "You weren't supposed to be home for another five days." You said as you took in his light vanilla scent. He wrapped his arms tightly around you as he spun you around and kissed your head. "I decided to come home and surprise you, darling." he said as he put you back on the ground. You turned your attention to the table, taking in the pancakes, bacon and fruit salad Tom made. "Well, you certainly did surprise me." you giggled. Tom wrapped his arm around your waist "and there's one more surprise." he said as he turned to kiss you on the nose. You looked at him curiously as he continued "Your work called, it was Greg from scheduling" he said in a particularly American accent that made you giggle. "He said you have maxed out on your work hours and you, young lady, must take a mandatory vacation until the month is over." You nodded your head and went to speak before he cut you off in a particularly infomercial type fashion "but wait- there's more. Next week, I've been cordially invited to a red carpet event that has a plus one to it and I would love for you to come." His tone grew a little more serious as he took both your hands in his. "I've been waiting for an opportunity like this for the longest time now. I've dreamed about walking down the red carpet with you by my side." he said as he spun you around in a grand fashion

You tensed up at his words. Your worst fear was coming true. He felt you tense up. His smile began to fade and his grip on your hands began to relax. You tried to relax and force smile, trying to quickly think of an excuse. "That sounds wonderful, Tom but I had plans to go out with my friends next week." Tom raised his eyebrow "which friends." he asked "friends from work" you quickly shot back. "Can't you reschedule?" he asked without missing a beat. "It's too late to back out on them. Sorry." You answered back as you felt your clammy palms betray your mediocre lies. You slipped your hands away from his and walked back to the couch, busying yourself with folding the blanket you slept with. He looked at you strangely, feeling a bit hurt.

"What's really going on?" He asked. "I've been trying to get you to go to events with me ever since we started dating. I understand work is important but even the times you didn't have work you always seemed to have something come up. Can you please talk to me?" He asked. You looked over at him and saw frustration on his face complimented with watery eyes. You felt your heart sink at his words. You exhaled deeply and shrugged your shoulders. "I'm sorry…" You mumbled under your breath as you took the blanket back to the bedroom, leaving him in the living room.

You closed the bedroom door behind you and inhaled deeply as you fought back tears. You heard the door open behind you. "(Y/N)" You heard him whisper. Without thinking you opened up your mouth and let the words flow "I'm not a red carpet girlfriend. I'm not pretty, my body looks awful, my face looks weird, my hair is always a mess… It's just- I don’t know… I know the world will see me and if I can see these things then I know everyone else can and it'll give them a bigger reason to hate me. You know your fans already hate me, right? There's a hate blog out there for me. I'm just so frustrated that people can hate me without even knowing anything about me. I don’t want to do it, Tom- I CAN'T do it. I'm not like you or any of your co-stars. I'm meant to be here… home… working… like a normal person. I'm not some sort of pretty supermodel who can face the world and have everyone like me… I'm inadequate" You weren't sure at what point in your speech you started crying but by now, your cheeks were stained with tears. You felt a tightness in your chest that you recognized as meager. It was the same feeling you had when you read the first article published about your relationship with Tom. 

The only thing that could be heard was loud silence that hung in the air. You didn't dare face Tom. You kept your back toward him as you clutched the folded blanket to your chest. After a few moments, you felt arms wrap around your waist and a head, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You felt your neck become damp… Tom must have been crying too. "You don't have to come if you're not comfortable but don't you DARE say you're inadequate ever again." You heard Tom's muffled, shaky voice say. He tighten his grip as he continued "I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world; that's why I want to show you off to the world so badly. I want everyone to see this beautiful angel of a girlfriend I somehow managed to trick into being mine." 

The only thing that could be heard in the room were the sounds of sniffling coming from both you and Tom. "I'm sorry." You whispered. He shook his head. "Don't be sorry. I don't care about the red carpet anymore. I just want you to know that you're the most beautiful girl in the world, both inside and out. Everyone who hates you is just jealous because they know they will never be half the person you are." A weak smile graced your face. You put the blanket down and turned around in his arms, hugging him back. He picked his head up and looked into your watery eyes. "I love you so much." he whispered as he reached up to wipe a stray tear. "I love you too." You whispered back. "Listen, the red carpet isn't a big deal. It really isn't. If anything I wish I knew this earlier so I could help build up your self esteem or at least stop being such a bugger about it." You smiled and shook your head. "Don't worry about it. Maybe I'll give it a shot someday but I'm just not ready for it." Your voice trailed off. Tom pulled back a bit so he could wipe your tears away. "That's perfectly fine, lovely. Take all the time you need. Just don't give me any of that 'I'm not beautiful.' bs." You giggled as he mimicked you. "I don't sound like that." He continued on with the high girly voice "I don't sound like that." You pushed him away teasingly as you giggled "Stop, it." He continued with the voice "Stop, it." You retaliated by attacking his stomach with tickles. He toppled to the floor in a fit of laughter. When you've decided he's had enough tickling, you laid on the ground next to him. He rolled over to look at you. "I love you." He said gently as he wrapped his arms around you. You kissed his forehead. "I love you too."