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You little rascal! (Tom Hiddleston, X reader girlfriend and son one shot)

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A/N: Like in the last prompt The talk I haven't given Tom and Reader's son a name and you may name him if you so wish. Also thank you to Anonymous for sending me this prompt, I really enjoyed writing this one, and I hope you all like it 😊 x

Prompt request by Anonymous on Tumblr: Love Dad Tom fics 😍 Tom's toddler son is a little exhibitionist who constantly is taking his diaper off and running around. During a a zoom interview Tom has to block him from the interviewer. Tom's son trips and lands on a lego and Tom has to soothe him and will never let the kid live it down when he meets his girl friend. Please and thank you

Summary: Tom has a zoom interview to do whilst he's at home with your infant son and you're at work. However the interview doesn't quite go plain sailing, as your little rascal decides to cause mischief and decides to strip off his clothes before running across the room naked, but he trips and falls over his lego.

Warnings: Child misbehaving and mentions of nudity (mild)

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"Alrighty then little one, you've been fed and been changed." Tom says softly, as he carries his toddler son on his right hip into his home office, along with a box of the boy's logo and his favourite teddy bear in his other hand. "Daddy has an interview to do in a couple of minutes and I need you to be on your best behaviour, okay?" He adds, as he sets his son down onto his feet followed by putting the toys down once inside his home office. The little boy nods along in agreement which makes Tom smile.

When Tom was satisfied by his son nodding along in agreement he then tousled up the boy's blonde curls, causing the boy to smile and make cute little noises, before Tom stood back up to his full height. As much as Tom adores his son he knew he couldn't just stand around watching him, so he pulled out his chair and sat down at his desk, then he logged onto his computer and made sure he had everything set up ready for the zoom interview. Whilst he was making the last few adjustments he could hear his son starting to pull out his lego already. However it wasn't long before a notification popped up onto the computer screen inviting Tom to join the zoom meeting. He takes a calming breath ahead of accepting the invitation to begin the zoom call. The interviewer within seconds appeared onto Tom's screen, the zoom call was already set to record, and they greeted each other warmly with Tom's famous smile flashing.

Within the first few minutes of the interview the little boy had practically emptied out the entire box of legos all over the floor. The load crumbled and crashed out loud in a wave as they emptied out everywhere. The sound distracted Tom replying to the current question mid sentence, and as soon as he heard the legos being tipped out it caused him to swiftly look over his shoulder to check on the boy, who seemed pleased with himself. The boy is just sitting there on the floor playing with the huge pile of every colour, shape and size lego piece that are sprawled out before him.

"Is everything alright?" The interviewer asked, while they tried to peer past Tom through the screen to see if they could find the source of the commotion.

"Eehehe, yeah, it's just my son and his legos." Tom says, as he redirects his attention back to the screen. It takes them a couple of minutes before getting back on track with the last question.

However a bit later while the zoom interview was still ongoing and the boy no longer had interest in building with his legos, he took interest in Tom's book collection on the shelves instead. The different colours of books on the shelves drew the infant boy's attention to them and he crawled over to them on his hands and knees. Once the books are within his reach he babbles to himself as he begins to take the books off the shelves. Each book he grabs with his small hands he inspects with carelessness, due to his young age and his inability to actually hold some of the larger ones in his hands properly.

"Don't do that darling!" Tom says in a gentle warning, as he quickly moves towards the boy just in time before one of the much larger and heavier books could be pulled off the shelf and cause harm. The interview is put on hold again while Tom quickly shoves the books back and tries to distract his son with his teddy bear. "Sorry about that." He goes on to say next when he returns to his chair and after his son is away from the book shelves.

"No, don't worry at all." The interviewer says with a reassuring smile before they carry on with the next question.

Unfortunately the teddy bear doesn't hold the boy's attention for very long. Instead the boy takes his socks off one by one and wiggles his toes, before he stands up to take his trousers off too, although by doing so he gains Tom's attention yet again.

"Put those back on." Tom said with laughter in his voice, as he got up once more, grabbing the little trousers off the floor and helping his infant back into them. Then Tom playfully pinched the boy's cheek before settling back in his chair.

Albeit not long after returning the boy took his trousers off again, causing Tom to sigh once he'd noticed, excusing himself one more time from the interview to help the boy getting trousers back on. Only this time after Tom helps his son to put them on the boy instantly pulls them back down again, that's when Tom found himself in a bit of a battle for a minute. He repeatedly had to pull the trousers back up for the little boy, before he pulled them back down again, of course it prompted the boy to laugh each time, after all pull up trousers was working out in his favour with this back and forth battle with them.

"Now keep them on." Tom said when he assumed he had won, also he was glad all of this was out of shot of the zoom call, but as he sits back down he gives the interviewer an apologetic smile for his absence. "So as I was saying..." He says, as he starts to get back into it.

Shortly after the infant quickly takes his trousers and his shirt off, then glances over towards his Daddy who's fully engrossed in the conversation, immediately putting another smile on the boy's face as he dares to take his nappy off as well. Now that the boy is completely naked he proceeds down his mischievous path and decides to run across the room. Tom's face pales and his eyes widen with surprise as he catches a glimpse on the screen of his son running behind him fully naked.

"Oh I think he's gone rogue." The interviewer laughs, as they too saw the boy running back across the room.

Tom quickly turns his camera off and says, "you little rascal!" He then jumps up into action, however before he could get there the boy ran, tripped up on a piece of lego before falling right down into the huge pile of them. Upon the boy falling down into the pile of legos he began to cry and made his Daddy go into full concerned parent mode.

Tom gently picks his son up and checks him over. Thankfully no harm was done except for a little bump on his knee, and a small imprint on the bottom of his foot from standing on a lego piece, which would fade soon enough. "Honestly what am I to do with you, huh?" Tom said with laughter in his voice. He couldn't be angry with his son for long no matter what, because he remembers that he used to be exactly the same as a child, he still can be when he chooses to at times.

It took a few minutes to calm the boy down and get him dressed again. Finally when everything was calm once more Tom returned to his desk, sitting down with his son on his lap, keeping his face out of view by moving the computer's angle.

"I'm terribly sorry, he can get a bit mischievous at times." Tom said after turning his camera back on. His face even more apologetic than it previously had been and his cheeks had since reddened upon his return too.

"Maybe when he is older he can take over and play Loki." The interview replied, both laughing at the thought.

Thankfully for Tom the interview was cut short after his son had taken a tumble and he sighed with relief once the zoom call ended. "Just wait until I tell Mummy what you've been up to." Tom says with a playful shake of his head before kissing his infant on the cheek.

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Later Tom and the boy wait in the car for you to finish working. Luckily they don't have to wait long before Tom spots you heading their way and his face lights up from seeing your beautiful face. Of course you noticed and waved as you got closer to the car.

"Good day, love?" He asks cheerily and pecks you on the lips once you're in the car.

"It's been hectic, but I get to spend time with my boys now." You replied, as you turned in your seat to greet your son in the back by gently caressing his cheek. "How's your day been?" You ask once you settled back in your seat and put your seatbelt on before Tom drove out the car park.

"Well...someone thought it would be funny to run around naked during a zoom call." He says playfully, as he glances back at your son in the view mirror.

"No! He didn't, did he?!" You could barely keep a straight face, as you imagined your son running about during Tom's zoom interview.

"Yep." Tom said, making the 'p' pop.

"Sounds like your hands were full then." You joked, both of you laughing and you know Tom will make sure your son never forgets this, as he will be telling this story for a long time.

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@oneforthemunny's Summertime Writing Game The Title: Bad Apples The Eddie: Janitor!Eddie (and a lot of Oliver) The Prompt: 🃏 Wild Card The Summary, Since I Went Off-Script: Someone called your sweet little Oliver a "bad apple" so now you're gonna have to make a point. A sweet, delicious point. The Words: 2k Author's Note: Oliver's pretty quiet in this. It's his first summer with Teach and Janitor!Eddie, he's still getting used to them.

"Are our apples bad?"

You looked to Oliver and then to the bowl of fruit on the counter in confusion. You'd only just walked in; could he smell a rotten apple already? Has pollen season officially claimed your nose as a victim? You step closer and pick up an apple to inspect it.

"I mean, they might be a few days past their prime, but I don't think they're bad. Why do you ask?"

He shrugs. "I'm gonna go read," he mumbles and goes to his room, closing the door quietly. You pick up another apple and give it a sniff. Nothing. You turn over each apple in the bowl, looking for any sign of rot. Not even a bruise. What the heck?

And then the phone rings, and the art teacher ranting about the incompetent music teacher who better not come back next year makes you forget about the apple problem.

She keeps you occupied for the next hour with a conversation that couldn't be had on school grounds - even a nearly childless one, since you were just there today cleaning out your classrooms - and then you start fixing dinner. Oliver usually wanders in when he starts smelling food, but today, he stays put. A little odd, but maybe he's just tired. He'd spent most of the afternoon on the playground with other newly-freed kids who either belonged to fellow teachers, or been so conditioned to school that they'd gravitated toward it even now that summer had officially started. You decide not to bother him; he knows he can hang out with you whenever he feels like it.

When Eddie comes home, he greets you with a kiss and asks what's for dinner. You inform him of tonight's menu - one of his favorites, to celebrate the end of the school year - and his face lights up.

"Where's the little guy?" he asks, leaning back on the counter and crossing his arms, looking gorgeous doing it.

"In his room. He's quiet today."

"Any idea why?"

You shrug. "Go check, maybe you'll have better luck."

"Kay," he pushes off the counter, give you another peck, and goes to check on Oliver.

You hear a knock and then muffled voices. Can't escape the boys' club, even in your own house, you think as you clear the table.

You call when dinner is ready, and the boys enter the kitchen together. You notice that Oliver has changed his clothes at some point, but don't question it. He's a big boy, he can decide what he wears and when.

Oliver is still quiet during dinner. He'll speak when he's spoken to, but doesn't volunteer any information about his day or chime in like he usually does. You're growing more curious by the minute, but you don't get any answers until Oliver is safely tucked in.

"Alright, spill," you order, the second your bedroom door closes.

"Spill what?" Eddie asks.

"What's up with Oliver?"

Eddie heaves a sigh and comes to sit next to you on the bed.

"Somebody called him a bad apple."

"What." Not a question. You're seething already.

"Some kid on the playground asked another one if he smelled something funny, they went back and forth like a bad comedy routine, punchline was that there must be a bad apple around."

"Who was it?"

"He didn't say."

"Well those little brats better hope I don't find out." Eddie gives you an affectionate smile for your over-protectiveness.

"He's alright. He thought they meant he smelled bad."

You roll your eyes so intensely, your whole body flops back on the bed in frustration. Eddie joins you, less dramatically.

"I explained it to him… but I wish I didn't have to."

"What is wrong with these damn kids, Eddie?"

"They're being raised by the people who did the same shit to me."

You reach for his hand, fumbling for a moment before he realizes what you're doing and helps you out.

You stare at the ceiling and sigh together, breathing out all of today's frustrations.

"What are we going to do?" you ask, helplessly.

"Keep taking care of him. Hope he values our opinions more than theirs."

You turn your head toward him, and he turns his toward you. It's a comfort, knowing that Eddie understands exactly what Oliver's going through and how to take care of it, but it's also infuriating that this cycle never ends. Kids are doing the same shit now that their parents did twenty years ago, and probably their parents before them. What's the point of even trying to teach them better?

You eventually get up, dress for bed, and turn in for the night.

It's not until the next morning that you have a brainstorm.

Oliver wanders into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, when he smells the bacon and eggs. He smiles when you tell him good morning. That's a good sign, at least. You fix plates, Eddie pours drinks, and you have a nice breakfast together.

"What are you two gonna get into this morning?" Eddie asks.

"I thought we might drop by the grocery store, pick up some summer necessities and a few things for Steve's tomorrow."

Eddie's mission today is to help Steve assemble a pool. Not the fancy, heated, in-ground kind his parents had; but a modest above-ground pool just for the summer. It would probably take the rest of the night to fill; Team Munson had been invited to a soft open tomorrow, just a quiet get-together for the boys to pat themselves on the back for following instructions and sticking a hose in the four-foot pool.

After breakfast is eaten and the dishes are in the sink, Eddie takes off and Oliver goes to get dressed for today's shopping trip.

Oliver is a great shopping companion; he's great at pointing out sales you may have missed, and never tries to deviate from the list. (Eddie's a bit of an impulse shopper. Oliver is the list when he accompanies Eddie on an emergency grocery run.)

In the store, you grab a few staples that need replenishing, and then head for the produce section. You visit the discount rack, and find exactly what you're looking for. Thank you, Bradley's Big Buy. You lift a sack of apples with a fast-approaching sell-by date, and spin them around for a quick inspection.

"Aren't they bad?" Oliver whispers.

"They look fine to me," you answer, placing them in your cart. They're a little bruised, and probably mealy, but there's no obvious rot. You grab a few decent-looking lemons off the discount rack too.

You check out, carry your bags to the car, and talk about what you're gonna do this summer all the way home. When you get there, you hand Oliver one light bag and the keys, and he rushes ahead to open the door for you with your armful of groceries.

"Thank you, my good man," you say affectionately as you pass, heading straight for the counter and depositing your bags. Oliver closes the door and follows with his own, sliding it onto the counter. You pull out your bag of apples, and he side-eyes them.

"I thought we might have a pie tonight, what do you think?"

He shrugs.

"You want to wash these for me?" you ask hopefully. He shrugs again, and you smile at him. You open the bag of apples and take them to the sink, and Oliver follows. You turn the water on and demonstrate how to rinse them and then put them in the dish drainer, and Oliver pulls up his little step-stool picks it up in no time.

Oliver washes, and you begin peeling the clean apples by his side, dropping the peelings and the slices into two different bowls.

"You know, when I first met Eddie, he used to bring me an apple every day."

"He did?"

"Yup. Mr. Harrington told him that the saying is 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away', but he kept bringing them for the teacher anyway. I thought it was cute."

Oliver smiles and finishes washing the last apple, reaching forward to turn the sink off.

"You wanna help make the pies, or go play?"

"I'll help," he responds.

"I was hoping you'd say that," you wink. "Fetch me two of the glass pie plates from the bottom cabinet?"

Oliver hops off his stool and starts digging, emerging with a clink of glass and a triumphant "Aha!"

By the time he returns to your side with the pie plates, the apples are peeled and sliced and you're ready to unroll the pie crusts that have been sitting on the counter since you got home. You wipe off the glass with a dish towel and place them on the counter side by side.

"Some people think this is cheating," you explain, fitting the crust into the plate, "but I think it's one of the greatest modern inventions. You know in the old days, people spent hours measuring and mixing and blending and rolling just to make a mediocre pie crust? These taste great, they save us time, and thanks to someone's sharp eyes, we even saved $1!"

Oliver grins and watches you add sugar and spices to the bowl of apple slices. After everything is mixed and coated, with Oliver's help of course, you offer him a piece. He shakes his head, so you shrug and pop it in your own mouth. You'd been a little worried, but the apple tastes fine, and honestly… you could load just about anything with sugar and your boys would love it.

After the pies are assembled and in the oven, you and Oliver turn your discounted lemons into a pitcher of lemonade to take to Steve's. After a few taste tests and minor adjustments, you and your assistant determine that it's perfect, and you put it in the fridge to chill.

You play cards at the kitchen table until the oven timer dings. And then you pull out two gorgeous pies and set them on the counter to cool. Oliver inhales deeply from his place at the table, and you try to conceal a grin. You play another few hands while you wait for them to stop steaming, then decide to go for it.

"What do you think, should we sample it before Eddie gets home? Make sure it's okay?"

Oliver taps his chin as if he's thinking, and then grins.

"That's what I thought," you laugh, getting up to cut two test slices. You bring them back to the table, wondering when Oliver is going to bring up bad apples again. The intoxicating smell seems to have banished the thought from his mind, because he reaches for his fork and takes a bite as soon as you set the saucer down.

"Is it good?" you ask, before cutting into your own slice. Oliver nods enthusiastically as he chews.

"Still think the apples are bad?" His face falls, and he looks at the pie warily, remembering that it was made with subpar produce.

"You know, I think apples are a lot like people," you say gently, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. "Sometimes the ones that look pretty and shiny on the outside are rotten inside. And sometimes the ones that look a little different are the sweetest. Even the ones that are imperfect, or bruised, or have been banished to the discount rack at Bradley's Big Buy can surprise you... they just need a little love. And a lot of sugar." You go in for a second bite. "Oh yeah, nothin' wrong with these. Perfection. What do you think?"

Oliver stares at you for a moment, letting the speech you've been planning all morning sink in, and then a smile grows on his face. He nods and goes in for another bite. This kid is amazing.

About halfway through your pie, you hear a car door slam. A moment later, Eddie steps inside and inhales dramatically. "Is this Heaven? Is that where I am? Is that what this smell is?"

Oliver laughs and says, "we made pies!"

"You made pies?"

"Yup!" Oliver chirps.

"Apple pies?"

"Yup!" Oliver repeats.

"Multiple apple pies?"

"Yup!" you confirm, getting up to cut him a slice. "One for us, one to take to Steve's tomorrow."

"Yup. Heaven. This is Heaven."

"Come on, angel, have a slice," you place his pie on the table, and he looks at it with hunger… and then pulls you in for a kiss.

There's nothing bad about these apples.

#writings of despair #munnysummergame #janitor!eddie #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #...not a lot though #oliver munson #that's my boooy #who wants to guess what i was making when this one came to me #high five yourself if you caught that little rascals reference #and don't you come at me about my pre-made pie crusts #ain't nobody got time to be measuring flour like a pioneer

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