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Michael posted on TikTok â May 25th, 2025

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dad michael,, yes lovely
so like what if gregory went back home to dad michael (this is kinda au-ish tbhh) with glamrock freddy and michael was just like wtfffff is that
Baby!Gabriel: I love you
Teen!Michael: I love you too
Gabriel: I love you!
Michael: I love you too!
Gabriel, screaming: I LOVE YOU
Michael: I LOVE YOU TOO
Gabriel: I LOVE YOUUUU
Michael, just trying to go to work so he can feed his brothers: I LOVE YOU TOO!
Gabriel: AHHHH
summary: after little elizabeth overhears her classmate, she goes to work on trying to get a letter to you. michael, being the good father that he is, noticed that his daughter had been outside far longer than usual and goes to check on her.
pairing: dad! michael x daughter! oc, past michael x reader
word count: 529 words
warnings: dead reader, reader is a mom, ex-antichrist, definite canon divergence, dad! michael, named daughter, she/her reader
a/n: this doesnât have a title because iâve come to the conclusion that not everything needs one (and i couldnât think of a good one so)
âElizabeth, darling, what do you think youâre doing?â Michael questioned his daughter, his arms crossed over his chest. Â
Playing favourite
If I had kids, I would be afraid by that, which is stupid. So another good reason to not have kids, even if I love to write about them.Â
   It was stupid. And even if it was true, it wasn't that bad. But (Y/N) was still hurt every time something reminded her of the obvious : Michael was their son's favourite parent.
From birth, Samuel cried when his father was away. His smile grew huge, radiant, as soon as Michael entered the room, then the little boy was fidgeting, making adorable little noises to be hugged by his father, and it seemed impossible to separate them afterwards. His first word was "dada". Growing up, he followed Michael everywhere, demanding his attention. In the evening, he refused to sleep until his father had read him a story and had his bedtime kiss. And when Michael was away, very busy with his work at the Cooperative, Samuel would turn his pleading eyes to (Y/N).
      "Where is daddy ?"
      "He's working darling."
      "Why ? Why is he not with us ?"
      "It makes him very sad too, even sadder than you, but he has no choice. He will be home in a few hours."
      "Can we call him ?"
      "... He'll be home soon."
      "Mommy..."
      "Okay."
Unable to say no to her son, (Y/N) then called her husband, who was delighted to hear her voice and their little boy's, promising to come home early to cuddle them, which he always did. He didn't realize his wife's unhappiness at all. Because, even if he preferred Michael, that didn't mean that Samuel didn't love her. Just less. If he had been asked the question, either he would have answered without hesitation, or the poor child would have been embarrassed, not wanting to lie, but not wanting to hurt his mother either.
Although she was a little jealous, (Y/N) was not angry, neither at her son, nor at her husband. Michael's past was complicated. A dead mother, an absent father, a psychopathic grandmother. He had cried the day she told him her feelings, he didn't think he deserved her. Then she had offered him a child and he had been fulfilled, thanking her throughout her pregnancy, then during childbirth, and even now, from time to time. Michael hugged her, whispering that he loved her, that he was lucky to have her. Her response was to kiss him tenderly. To see him so happy with Samuel was a real joy. But (Y/N) was still hurt when their son jumped off her knees to run towards his father, not looking at her anymore, as if she hadn't been with him for hours, waiting, taking care of. him, as if she wasn't there at all.
So, to not break, she accepted the proposition that her friends made her, to leave for the weekend and have some fun. Samuel was five years old, a big boy who didn't need her all the time. When his father was at work, Miss Mead would watch him. The little boy didn't seem traumatized when he saw her go, unlike Michael who looked at her with sad puppy eyes, his angelic pout silently begging her to stay. The first day went well, she called in the evening to know if her two loves were going well and Michael reassured her. However, on the second day, she received a lot of messages, as she tried to relax in the pool at the villa her friends had rented.
      What are you doing ?
      I am tanning. And you ? Playing with Sam?
      No. He does not want.
      Oh ?
(Y/N) didn't know what to add. The sentence seemed innocuous. It was normal that the children sometimes did not want to play. But Samuel loved to play with his father, always. Whenever he got the chance, he wanted to do something with him. Today, he did not want. Why ? The messages continued until the call. Michael looked exhausted, and a little sad.
      "I miss you. We miss you."
      "Aw, honey, I miss you too. I'll be there tomorrow. But you are having men time, I'm sure you have lots of great activities that you normally can't do when I'm around."
      "... Of course."
      "Michael, is there a problem ?"
      "He... He hardly slept?"
      "Was he so excited to be spending the weekend with you that he didn't want to waste a second ?" she laughed.
      "No. He was asking where you were. He's worried. He thinks I've done something and he is mad at me."
      "... What ?"
It was unexpected. Samuel really didn't look upset when she said goodbye to him. It was only for the weekend. And when they were together, he called for his father, he had what he wanted, so why this whim ?
      "Can't you come home tonight ? He's crying..."
      "Michael, I don't know what's going on, but there must be an explanation. Do you want me to talk to him ? To tell him again that I'm with some friends and be back tomorrow ?"
      "I'd like to, but he refuses to talk to me."
      "Are you kidding me ? He refuses to talk to you ? To you ? But he adores you, you are his favourite !"
Michael's long silence was terribly awkward, for even though she couldn't see him, (Y/N) could imagine the look on his face. The incomprehension, the shock, the fear, the shame, the annoyance.
      "Our son has no favourite." he finally said calmly.
      "He does. But it doesn't matter. I know he loves me, I love him, I love you, you love me, you love him... In short, we all love each other, everything is perfect."
      "That's why you decided to go and left us alone. You think that was what we wanted."
      "Michael..."
      "I don't want you to go."
      "I know, I left for myself, I needed to breathe. But I'm coming back tomorrow, and after that I won't be leaving."
      "Do you promise ?"
It was going to be terrible and she regretted that conversation on the drive home, not waiting for the next day. Because she wanted their son to sleep tonight, but mostly because she knew Michael, often betrayed, often disappointed, who had trust issues, and now, even if she promised him, he would always be afraid to see her go, like everyone else, that she would leave him with their son, who would go through the same thing as him. It was absolutely not what she had wanted to do, what she wanted to do. When she opened the door, (Y/N) was expecting a cold welcome, but Samuel ran to her to hug her, crying as his father had said.
      "Mommy ! You're here ! Never leave again ! I was scared !"
      "It was only a weekend sweet bunny." she whispered, kissing him on the forehead, not seeing that Michael was approaching them.
      "Yeah, but I don't like it when you're not around ! I want the three of us together."
      "Really ? Did you not have fun with your father at all ?"
      "No, not without you !"
Michael stared at her with a sad smile. Their son wasn't having fun when he wasn't there, waiting for his return, but it was the same for her. Without his mother, he was lost. He wanted both of his parents at the same time. If he demanded his father so much, it was only because he was away more often, nothing more.
      "He is like me." Michael said patting the head of the little boy who was hanging on to (Y/N). "He's not completely happy if we're not all together."
      "I... Me neither."
      "You promise ?"
      "Michael... I'm here. I'll always be there. I'll tell you every day if you want."
That seemed to be enough for him, if she trusted the passionate kiss they shared, as he hugged her and their son. It was the little boy who separated them, looking sulky.
      "You are my favourite mommy !" he declared.
      "Mine too." his father sneered.
      "No ! I love her more. Mommy, who do you love more ? Daddy or me ?"
      "Samuel, that's not a nice question." Michael said, looking strangely at (Y/N), as if waiting for her answer.
      "... The journey was long, I'm tired."
      "But mommy, you love me more, don't you ?!"
      "I am going to sleep..."
      "With me." Michael pointed out proudly.
      "No ! Mommy, no !"
That night, the three of them slept in the same bed, Samuel between them, who didn't push his father, whom he loved and wanted near him, but who growled a little when Michael put his hand on (Y/N). After that, whenever he could, Michael stayed home to work and stay with them. As if there was a mini competition, Michael and Samuel were trying to spend the most time with her, which was as adorable as it was tiring. In the end, maybe it was better not to be the favourite parent.

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Can i get more dad Michael?
of course, i love dad michael đ„șđ
âdaddy can you please braid my hairâ Lilith yelled
Michaelâs eyes went wide - âyou want me to whatâ
âplease daddyâ Lilith whined
âask mummy - sheâll braid your hair lilyâ
âno daddy i want you to braid itâ Lilith was persistent-
Michael huffed and puffed as he walked towards Lilith - he would literally do anything for his babygirl, even if he had to learn it just for her.
Michael grabbed 2 elastic ponies and walked towards Lilith - who sat patiently at the table.
âreadyâ Michael asked as he hovered over Lilith
Lilith tilted her head back and looked up at Michael with a huge grin - âready!!!â
Michael gently brushed Liliths hair and began to sections into 2 ponies - Michael has seen y/n do it a million times so how hard could it really be - he took 3 strands of hair at the front of Liliths face - and started to twist it -
âoh shi-â Michael caught himself - this was much harder then he thought.
âlily why donât we get mummy to helpâ Michael encouraged
âno - your doing a good job daddyâ she smiled - she was just like Michael.
after 20 minutes Michael had twisted and somewhat braided on side of Liliths hair - he felt accomplished- âthere all doneâ
Lilith turned around slowly - âdaddyâ - her little voice filled with anger - âyou forgot this sideâ
âdaddyâs just gonna take a break lilyâ
âno daddy - i want you to finish it now.â Lilith gritted her teeth
âlily, iâm going to take a small break okayâ
Lilith stuck out her bottom lip as tears started to form in her big blue eyes -
âshitâ Michael whispered to himself - âiâm whippedâ he laughed - he would do anything for Lilith to keep her smiling and laughing-
âdadddyâ Liliths voice was shaky and she spoke softly âpleaseâ
Michael knew he would do anything for her - âokay lily-bug - daddy will finish braiding your hairâ - Michael couldnât believe how much alike him and Lilith were, she took after him. He was absolutely in love with his lily-bug.
ok but if one of the myerhees kids cries from being scared of thunder, Michael will 100% try to stab a thunderstorm because NOBODY makes this dadâs babies cry
3 AM
3 A.M
Warnings: None just sweet dad! Michael
A/n: My first attempt at dad! Michael so enjoy
It was three a.m. You had awoken to the shrill sounds of your daughterâs cries echoing through the outpost. With a sigh, you started to get up out of bed but felt a hand stop you.
 âIâll go get her,â said Michael with a tinge of reassurance in his voice. You started to protest but Michael was already throwing on some pajama pants and was out of the room before you could say anything. Usually, Michael was pretty good about getting her to quiet down and sleep, but this time her cries continued despite her devoted dad being there.
 You had fed her a few hours ago but maybe she was still hungry you thought as you swung your legs over the side of the bed and got up. Softly you padded towards her room which was of course next door. Michael insisted on being as close to her as possible always afraid of what could happen if he wasnât there.Â
âLittle One why are cryingâ Michael asked his daughter softly. Quietly you stood in the doorway observing the scene before you. Michael was holding your little girl and softly humming a tune to her. Despite this, she was still fussing and you could see her perfect rosebud mouth curling up with angry cries. Though Michael was outwardly calm you knew he freaking out on the inside as he was unable to keep his angel from being unhappy.Â
Your daughter was the only thing besides you that Michael cared for in this new world of his. He devoted so much energy and time making sure everything was perfect for her arrival into the world. âShe is the only thing in this dark world that Iâve made of pure loveâ you remember Michael saying just hours after she was born.
 Coming back to the present scene you carefully made your way into the room. Your daughter was getting quieter so Michaelâs method was working as usual. Michael knew you were in the room but he was too absorbed by the little bundle in his arms. You walked up to them and gazed down at your daughter.
 God, she looked like Michael with her blonde peach fuzz hair and those large blue eyes you thought. You wouldnât have it any other way as she was a reminder of her beautiful father. By now she was quiet in Michaelâs arms and the sound of silence reverberated around the outpost. â I see you got her to quiet down,â you said as Michael kissed her forehead and gently lowered her into the crib.Â
Slowly you and Michael backed out of the room with your hands clasped together. As you two settled in bed and you curled up to Michael he decided now was a good time to ask â So y/n when are we having another oneâ.
 â Well Michael, how about whenever this one learns to sleep through the nightâ. Softly Michael chuckled into your hair and utteredâgoodnight my loveâ those were the last words you heard before falling asleep.Â
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