Hi, I don't have a lot of specifications , I just need some Munch relationship headcanons or Munch and reader having a kid idk.
Please and thank you.
Im gonna be a pain in your ass (lovely <3) since you are the only one posting Munch things.
p.s: Sorry for the bad english, its not my first language and im using the translator
a/n: i don’t do familial requests, however i will be making an exception for this man because i loOoOove the idea of him as a father. your english is great, thank you for the ask! munchkin lovers are a welcome pain in my ass <33 per usual, i tried to keep this gender neutral for everyone’s enjoyment
John Munch x Reader
“This so-called parenting book? Garbage. If I wanted to be judged by a middle aged white lady, I would’ve went to the park and asked one her opinion on childrearing! I could’ve saved us time, money— not to mention brain cells.”
“Time and brain cells, yes, it was a bad book,” you admit, snatching it from his grip before he tossed it in the trash, “but it’s not ours.”
John steals the book back, snickering as he holds it high above your head,
“You got that from the library? That’s it, I’m returning our cards, we’re never going back there!”
You laugh, slapping his arm and still reaching for the book, “John!”
Surprisingly carelessly, he drops it to the floor and makes a grab for your hand instead. He hooks an arm around your waist and brings you in as close as he can. Softly, Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) is introduced on the radio and John grins fiendishly. You don’t have time to wonder if he’s nervous or feeling spontaneous when he starts dancing you around the kitchen.
“We got this right?” He asks quietly, resting his cheek against your head.
“It’s a little late to be asking that now but…” You press a kiss to his neck, smiling against his jumping pulse, “Yeah. We got this, love.”
He’s done everything he ever wanted, and then some, lived almost every experience there was to, found the love of his life. Happy didn’t begin to cover it! He didn’t know how it could possibly get better. He’s overflowing with joy, eyes watery where his mirth escapes. Behind you, he’s able to see straight into the nursery that he never thought, didn’t dare hope, would be occupied with a Munchkin of his own.
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• Here’s the deal: you can have the first name, you can have the middle name, you can even have the last hyphenated! He just wants “Munch” at the very end… He also gets 3 vetos— no, 5 because he remembers what you named your childhood pet
• Once his office, now a nursery is a pleasant pale mix of your favorite colors. You paint the walls, build a crib and decorate the room together. He doesn’t want to miss out on a single experience, suffers through a two hour shopping spree and can count his complaints on one hand. He’s grateful he did too, now every time he steps inside to check on the baby he’s flooded with those fond memories
• You take night feeds and he handles the morning ones, that’s the routine during his time off. John may not be one for rigid schedules but he doesn’t mess around with the baby, or you. He really forces you to take advantage of him while he’s home. Has food there when you wake up, makes sure you get rest, cleans up while you feed the baby, swoops in to steal said baby so you can have a break
• You think apart of the aforementioned is guilt, like being a detective is his mistress, John feels bad he wants to go back to work. For weeks he could stay trapped in this happy bubble, living in pajamas and tiredly laughing as you both just stared at your sleeping kid. But he’s not ready to leave his job yet, it beacons him back to reality eventually
• Whatever book he was reading before they woke up, the newspaper, the billboard across the street, John’s always reading to the baby. Every night ends with his all time favorite, The Velveteen Rabbit
• Nicknames galore, he’s got ammunition for months. Along with the references you don’t always understand, “Munchkin” comes second to “bug”. Cuddle-bug, love-bug, stink-bug, little-bug, hungry-bug, silly-bug. Unfortunately for your kid, it stuck.
- Don will smirk delivering a message from you, “There’s a Bug problem waiting for you at home.”
- “Oh, let me say hi to Bug.” Olivia says while already taking the phone from him.
- “‘Sup, Munch, where’s The Big Bad Bug at?” Fin will ask, pushing through the door per his godfather rights.
- Eliot kicks a diaper box under his desk every other month, Love The Stabler’s in Kathy’s handwriting on the side, and in his own, For the Stink Bug.
• John’s stupidly proud. Right next to you in his wallet, framed on his desk, phone screensaver, is Bug. He always hated those parents that would shove ugly baby pictures in his face and say ‘isn’t my kid the cutest?’ so he doesn’t do that, god help anyone who asks about his baby, though
• Hard days hit harder when he comes home late to a quiet house. John’s quiet, desperate enough to ghost a kiss to your forehead but prays he doesn’t wake you. Then he sits in the nursery, forehead against the wood of Bug’s crib and watches the rise and fall of their little chest, abundantly grateful for each breath they took
• John’s determined not to be his father, sometimes that dark shadow stretches and you have to give him a hard push into the light. Logically he knows he’s a good dad, he’s doing everything right— arbitrary word for parenting but, you digress— and it still won’t feel like enough.
- “You’re so good with Bug,” you say, kissing his shoulder as you join the snuggle pile.
- “Aw, did you miss your dad? Yeah?” You answer for the giggling baby as they reach for him.
Hearing it from you makes all the difference in the world
• He missed so many firsts that he tears up when Bug starts walking. Clear as day, he’ll remember it for the rest of his life, you sat across from him showing off how well Bug could stand. Then one step, two, towards him. Swooping them off the floor and pulling you into his arms, he kissed you both no less than a thousand times.
• By the way he doesn’t want Bug’s first word to be “dadda”. He aims for “defund”. What? Babies can make the b, f and d sound, it’s not impossible!
“Jeez, honey, are you planning on taking them to a protest already?” You asked incredulously.
“Didn’t I tell you? There’s one Thursday in front of City Hall. I’ll try to get us a photo in the front page for you.” John shoots back with a cheeky grin, turning his attention back to the babbling baby, “C’mon Bug, dee-fun-duh, you can do it!”
• His list of favorites is getting longer than War and Peace, he loves everything about his kid. He loves seeing traits of you in Bug, determined, kind, patient, that adorable little smile that lights up any room. Stubborn, curious, too smart for their own good, with selective hearing at times might stem from him. He still loves it. He loves watching Bug’s mind hard at work when doing a puzzle or figuring out how to say something or expressing their big emotions
• He loves being a dad
• Every time he thought he couldn’t be happier, he ends up smiling so much his cheeks hurt
Taking a small break from twistober, and decided to sketch out my headcanon for Riddle's dad.
His name is Charles Rosehearts. He's a magic doctor, like his wife, and works mostly in the ER. He loves his son very much and tries to show as much love as he can towards him, despite his hours being hellish. He is absolutely getting a divorce, but doesn't want to risk losing custody of Riddle and lose him to his wife. So he patiently waits till Riddle is of legal age to do so. (Azul's step-daddy being his lawyer in this)
