#dad!Michael

[wiiildflowerrr]

michaelclifford the love of our life has arrived, meet Lua 🥹🥰🤍

7 December 2023

#dad!michael #5sos #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #mystal #crystal leigh clifford #crystal leigh #newborn baby #new baby #2023 #lua clifford #ryan fleming #sarah eiseman #andy deluca #jagwar twin #roy english #liz hemmings

[sinning5sos]

Having a baby with Michael would include...

Michael ~ would be so excited to be a dad

“Babe, look at this.” Michael said, drawing your attention to a car seat in the middle aisle and you smiled to yourself at how excited he looked. 

“It’s the top rated car seat with safety features, it’s easy for new parents and it looks fucking cool.” He rattled off, and you rubbed your hand on his back and scratched lightly, “Like a fucking spaceship turned into a car seat.”

“Michael, that’s great and all but let’s keep looking. We still have under four months.” You said, and he chuckled as he turned to kiss your cheek. As he turned, his attention drifted to something else and he ducked past you to get to the strollers.

“Baby, what sort of stroller should we get? Should we plan ahead in case we want to have another?” He asked, and you laughed to yourself as he continued browsing throughout the aisle. You let him have his fun, knowing and being so grateful at how excited he was to be a father. You felt your phone ring in your bag and fished it out, looking at who was calling.

You took a step back as you answered,

“Hi, is this Mrs. Clifford?”

“Yes, this is her.” You answered, and Michael glanced at you but his gaze went back to the different baby items in front of him.

“I have the results of the gender test, do you want to know them now or would you want to wait? We can place it in an envelope -”

“No, now. Definitely now.” You cut her off. You didn’t mean to, but you were so excited. You pulled Michael’s sleeve closer to you and put the phone on speaker.

“Well Mrs. Clifford, I am excited to tell you that it’s a girl.” She stated, and your feet left the ground as Michael lifted you into the air.

“A fucking girl!” Michael yelled, and you laughed as you tried your best to continue the phone call, but the lady just laughed and ended the call. He spun you around once more, squeezing you tightly as he murmured in your ear, “I’m going to be a girl dad.”

Other pregnancy things would include - 

Countless food runs

Lots of cute clothes/toys/items from his favorite movies/shows/animes

Singing to the baby 

Lots of lazy days (he insists it’s important for you to rest)

Cozy vibes always. Big comfy blankets, cozy pajamas, cozy slippers

Movie marathons with snacks

Michael being so excited that as soon as you even found out you were pregnant, he was calling everyone in your lives

He'd plan everything

Him cooking for you

He'd figure out how to surprise you with a gift at every monument throughout your pregnancy

#sinning5sos #5sos #5sos smut #5sos imagines #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #michael #dad!michael #Michael imagines #Michael blurbs #Michael Clifford blurbs #Mgc #5sos blurbs

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Michael r/s with his boys

Lucifer: Everyone thinks they hate each other or, at least, Michael hates him but no. He loves his little brother. Even when they were literally trying to kill each other. Lucifer and Michael have always been (and even still are at times) LuciferandMichael. They would be the ones to terrorize their little siblings together, and protect them. Michael loves his little brother, no matter what the old book says.

Raphael: They are best friends. Michael loves them with everything he has. Raphael and him were the two that went through Gabriel leaving and Lucifer falling. They only had each other for the longest of times. When Michael fell into the cage and felt Raphael die, not even Lucifer bothered him. It literally broke Michael in ways the cage could never. (Adam brought him back best he could)

Gabriel: That is his son. His baby boy. His little angel. He raised Gabriel from the moment he was created. Gabriel is his and his only. Michael got into a huge argument with Him about it. When Gabriel left, Michael had a terrifying moment where he thought Gabriel was dead. Thankfully, Michael had Grace-Bonding all four archangels together and found Gabriel in years time. He always kept an eye on him. When Gabriel “died” he knew, just knew somewhere, that his son was ok.

#literally gonna cry #those are his children #but in different ways ya know #Lucifer is his equal but also his baby #Raphael is his best friend but his child #and Gabriel was his baby in every way of the term #supernatural #spn #archangels supernatural #michael spn #lucifer spn #rapheal spn #gabriel spn #dad!michael

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa and Michael Afton fight their Dads

#myart #chloesimagination #five nights at freddy's #comic #vanessa fnaf #vanessa afton #michael afton #springtrap #william afton #steve raglan #fnaf #fnaf movie #sister location #fnaf 3 #fnaf fanart #The Afton eldest kids are angry #and honestly I support them in destroying their dads into dust #I think it’s their right to defeat them

[mellomadness]

psycho furry Vanny dump 🐰

#art #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #fnaf gregory #fnaf vanny #fnaf vanessa #michael afton #Dad!Mike AU #fnaf sb #comic #this started out as a practice sketch months ago #just trying to get Vanny and Vanessa under my belt y’know #and then… whoopsies 🫣🫣 #anyway more dad Mike :3 we love to see it

[metamatronic]

part 2 here. Cassie asked Eggs to fix Bonnie because he was always her Dad’s favorite. Eggs has nothing better to do.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #mike schmidt #eggs benedict #cassie fnaf #glamrock bonnie #glam bonnie #mask bot #cassie’s dad #fnaf ruin #fnaf hw2 #fnaf help wanted 2 #art #doodles #digital art #comic #fnaf spoilers #fnaf hw2 spoilers

[purrvaire]

they're so in love im gonna throw up real quick

#in my defence i had warned you i was going to be the most annoying fucker on earth #what the fuck guys this is too much for my brain to process #they're so in love i want to jump from the balcony #LOOK AT THEM #this is after the blitz and aziraphale had the courage to say CROWLEY was going too fast #MY ANGEL IN CHRIST YOU'RE SO CLOSE TO GIGGLE AND TWIRL YOUR HAIR YOURSELF #michael sheen commiting to make the softest warmest most loving eyes every chance he gets #what and i cannot stress this enough the fuck #my dads (real) #tumblr text meme #tumblr text posts #good omens season two #good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #user purrvaire

[vampryn]

nine inch nails at woodstock '94 by joseph cultice

#nine inch nails #trent reznor #woodstock 94 #industrial music #bitch ass #my dad #nin #joseph cultice #mICHAEL

[doks-aux]

The idea of William Afton genuinely loving his children is so much more interesting to me than the alternative, not just because it's more tragic and makes his motivations make more sense, but also because it's fucking hilarious.

You are about to be obliterated from this Earth by a six-foot-something zombie rabbit, and your last moments are spent terrified and deeply confused as he shows you pictures of his kids in a blood-stained wallet: a clearly haunted bear costume, a limitlessly unnerving chrome clown doll, and what looks like Grimace's corpse left to shrivel in the sun.

#a grimace raisin. a graisin if you will #Five Nights at Freddy's #William Afton #Springtrap #Crying Child #Evan Afton #Garrett Afton #or whatever his name is #Golden Freddy #Fredbear #Elizabeth Afton #Circus Baby #Michael Afton #Mike Schmidt #fnaf meta #meta is a very broad term okay? #B- Dad William Afton

[itslucyhenley]

i love everything about Aziraphale’s interactions with Muriel. he’s so gentle every time he tells her she’s getting something wrong by just suggesting the right thing. there’s no stomping on her enthusiasm because he can clearly see they’re enamored with earth and humanity. and Michael Sheen’s little ‘concerned/exasperated/seeing himself in Muriel’ expressions during the teacup struggle bus moment are honestly everything to me.

#the very best angel dad to ever exist #michael sheen is an acTOR #good omens #good omens spoilers #muriel #aziraphale #michael sheen

[wiiildflowerrr]

Lua's first Easter, via Crystal's IG

#dad!michael #michael clifford #5sos #5 seconds of summer #crystal leigh #crystal leigh clifford #lua clifford #video #easter bunny #2024

[north-noire]

My Michael Afton throughout the years! ft. his own little doodles. I'll try to be brief about the timeline and how my Michael was without saying too much since it'll be explored in the Hidden Hands AU fic's chapters anyway so I won't say all the details. Feel free to read if you guys like! I have a lot to say about him.

1983 (FNAF 4) - Michael was 12 or 13-ish when the Bite happened. Very reckless yet adventurous kid. Didn't really hate Evan (William, as much as he had a soft spot for Evan, still loved Michael all the same), just had really bad friends and influence (his friends were mostly bullies) - and didn't really like that he's being told to parent a little brother he had no idea how to take care of. It didn't help that Evan tended to be a tattle-tail sometimes about the trouble he was getting into. Michael also, deep down, got scared of what the bullies would do to him if he dared stand up for his brother or spoke out against them, so he ends up going along with what they did for his own sake. After the Bite, Michael was still deeply guilty about what he did to Evan, and it haunts him every night, knowing he had no good excuse but irresponsibility for what he did to his brother, because after all, it wasn't like William wasn't giving him enough attention. Michael just knew that he deserved anything unfortunate coming to him, but is genuinely surprised that his father kept telling him he loved him all the same. From this point on, he becomes easily troubled, tends to stay close to his dad. Makes sure he follows the rules and doesn't do trouble. Just wants to do a complete personality shift, and is deeply ashamed of who he was before. 1985 (Charlie's death, Fredbear's Family Diner shuts down) - Michael was 15 here. Over the years, he slowly isolated himself from most of the people in his life since he gets worried about his past scars coming back to haunt him. Mostly a recluse and reserved. He's not handling things well after Charlie's death and a family divorce - not to mention the non-existent social life he had. Just prefers to be left alone, but he's nice if you get to know him. Doesn't really have a good relationship with Elizabeth, but is actually pretty close with William. Feels extremely guilty and hates himself/blames himself for Charlie's death. He gets paranoid easily, as he thinks whoever took Charlie is now after him, but his father tells him to not worry too much about it. 1987 (FNAF 2) - (17) Slowly having a good relationship with Elizabeth. Starts to get into stuff like the supernatural and becomes superstitious to a degree over the years. In public, he's mostly polite and nice, but his actual personality shows through whenever he's with his father or Elizabeth - he's sarcastic, and has quite a dark sense of humor, can be a bit of a rebel, he's just more subtle about it. A bit of an over-thinker - he gets lost in his imagination/head easily. Has a (surprisingly) good relationship with his dad, as he's not really afraid to be himself around him - sometimes gifts him funny things or something he knows his dad would love/would use (he gifts William a rabbit's foot - for good luck, he says). He also helped William build the Fun-Times with blueprints and other technicalities (He's not really aware of the questionable features they had, unfortunately). He couldn't really come with his father and Elizabeth on Circus Baby's Pizza World opening due to things he had to catch up with his home-schooling, he had been skipping classes to work on the Fun-Times, but he really wanted to graduate highschool with a bang, so he's giving everything his all, here. Then Elizabeth suddenly goes missing all of a sudden, and, well... I would say more, but my fic sort of takes a canon-divergence route around FNAF 2/SL-FNAF 1 so that would spoil half of the stuff I've been working/writing about! Reference-sheet wise, I just wanted to show how he progresses from a rebellious, happy and adventurous kid into a more reclused, anxious and soft-spoken adult. Sorry for the long post! I've just been wanting to talk about him for some time now. There's a looot more that I've left out but yeah that's because there will be more in the fic!

#yeah in this au my michael and william actually have a decent father-son relationship even after the bite. even after all that will's done. #michael just... isn't aware of what his dad did yet for the meantime. #ik william isn't a great father at ALL in canon but let me WRITE my AU the way i want okay? #hidden hands au #fnaf au #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf fanart #michael afton #mike afton #fnaf michael afton #fnaf mike afton #long post #my art

[cookieruma29]

Egg and Greg

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fanart #fnaf gregory #my artwork #michael afton #fnaf au #fnaf security breach #vengeful evan au #dadmike and gregory #dadmike #eggs benedict #fnaf michael afton #dad and son #it’s been a while since I’ve done dadmike drawings

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton teaches Vanessa the first rule of FNAF

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #michael afton #fnaf vanessa #vanessa afton #william afton #springtrap #spring bonnie #fnaf #sister location #fnaf 3 #fnaf movie #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #Vanessa gonna learn it’s real hard to get rid of her dad actually #Michael knows #Michael knows all too well how much William can’t die #he’ll help Vanessa though to get rid of him 🙏🏾

[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers' as fathers with a child/reader. (Comfort drabbles for anyone like me who has daddy issues).

Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is less than ten years old (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.

I'm a little embarrassed that I made this but I can't deny that it does comfort me and make me feel better. If it makes you happy as well, then I'm glad. Thank you for reading. I hope you have a nice day.

...

Freddy

He was sleeping in his bed when he felt something nudge his arm, the soft callings of your voice quickly rousing him from his slumber. "Daddy? Daddy, please wake up."

Paternal instincts demanding that he instantly wake to check and see if you were okay, Freddy sat up and opened his eyes. Immediately the sight of you standing beside the bed in your pajamas with a sad, frightened look on your face greeted him, and he reached out to gently brush a hand through your messy hair.

"What's the matter, sweetie? Is everything okay?" He asked, gazing around for potential danger.

You whimpered, your little hands anxiously fiddling together as you say sadly, "I... I had a nightmare and I... I got scared."

Relaxing a bit, Freddy sat up all the way in bed and lifted his arms out towards you, "Oh sweetie, come here."

Stepping forward and lifting your arms, you whimper whenever your dad pulled you sideways onto his lap and held you close. He kissed the top of your head and gently patted your back. "Thought I told you not to be having those?" He mumbled.

"I know, but... It was so scary and I-I didn't like it," You whined, burying yourself into the divine safety of his chest, his scent familiar and comforting.

"Shh, shh," Freddy rubbed soothing circles against your back while hugging you securely against him, always prepared to fight all of your demons away- even if your demons were as simple as nightmares. "It's okay, sweetie. You're alright. Daddy's got ya. Everything's gonna be okay."

"Ok..." You whisper, still snuggled against him. He was so comforting and safe. "Daddy? I'm thirsty. Will you get me some juice, please?"

"You want juice?" Freddy tickled your nose causing you to giggle, "Hm?"

"And a story?" You smile at him hopefully.

"And a story? Well, aren't you spoiled," Freddy smiled back and leaned down to nuzzle your forehead, "Sure, sweetie, let's get you some juice."

Grinning at his compliance, you lean forward and give him a big hug. He hugs you back, and it feels so nice and comforting that you feel as if you could go to sleep right then and there.

Freddy holds your hand as he takes you to the kitchen to get you some juice. Then he grabs a book from a shelf and sits down in his arm chair with you sitting in his lap with your blanket and juice in clutch. He reads to you the short story as many times as you want until you've finished your beverage and declared that you were tired again.

"Can I sleep with you, daddy? Please," You ask, fidgeting in the hopes that you wouldn't have to sleep in the dark alone by yourself again tonight.

Freddy doesn't have the heart to tell you "no", so he nods and ruffles your hair, "As long as you promise not to have anymore nightmares. Promise?"

"I promise, daddy," You say happily, crawling into bed with him and immediately going to snuggle into his chest, "I love you."

Freddy kisses your head and tucks you both in with a blanket, one arm wrapping around you to hold you against him. Warm, safe, and comfortable. "Love you too, sweetie. Now get some sleep and, this time, have 'good' dreams."

Bo Sinclair + Uncle Vincent and Lester

"Hey Les, you seen (y/n) around?" Bo asked as he approached Lester's truck.

Lester gave him a look that he came to dread. "Yeah, they're on back with Vincent. Why?"

Relieved by your assured safety, Bo placed his hands on his hips and stared hard at the ground. Guilt chewed on him like a hungry wolf, and shame became a permanent dark cloud hanging all around him. "I-I messed up, Les," He admitted, shaking his head.

Lester raised his eyebrows in suspicion, "What'a ya mean?"

"Yesterday, I... I messed up," Bo huffed, dragging a rough hand through his hair, "An' now they ain't talkin' to me, and I... I just... Uh."

"Oh, so that's why the little critter wanted to spend the night," Lester chuckled and petted his dog's head fondly, "An' here I was hopin' I was the new favorite uncle. Guess I ain't, huh?"

Bo ignored him as he thought about what happened yesterday. He had been angry for reasons unrelated to you, and when you had tried to get his attention he snapped and yelled at you. Even though "what" was all he yelled, he could still tell how much he scared you and hurt your feelings. Now you wouldn't go around him. Gosh, he didn't mean to do it, he just... He was just an idiot.

Lester frowned at him as if noticing his distress, "Well hell, if it's botherin' ya to the pits then why don't ya go talk to them? You are their daddy after all, ain't ya?"

Yes. Yes he was your dad. And no child should ever have to be afraid of their dad.

Making his ultimate decision, Bo adjusted his hat and began stomping away, "Gotta go."

He found you in the house eating snacks with Vincent. When you noticed he was there, you looked at him and then quickly bowed your head like... like you were afraid of him. And it broke Bo's heart. Good grief, what had he done?

Pulsing with regret, guilt and shame, Bo slowly approached you and knelt down beside your chair, "Hey there, little critter bug. What'cha eating?"

You were hesitant, keeping your face averted as you timidly mumble, "Grapes."

"Ooh, yummy, can I have some?" He lifted his hands out, uncertain of where and when he should start explaining himself.

Sadness and uncertainty decorated your face as you lifted out the bowl to him. Vincent seemed to understand what his brother was doing, and he stood up to leave and give you some privacy.

As he ate some grapes, Bo was surprised to hear you quietly ask, "Daddy... Are... Are you still mad at me?"

"Oh..." He straightened his posture, set the bowl aside and reached out to gently grasp your shoulder, "Oh, (y/n), I was never mad at ya, I just... I was just havin' a bad day and I..."

Bo sighed, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently in reassurance, "Look, critter bug, I didn't mean to yell at ya, and I definitely ain't mad at ya. I just... Daddy made a mistake, and I'm so, so sorry, (y/n). I promise... I'll never yell at you again. I promise."

Your eyes glistened as you looked at him as if in debate. Bo's throat was dry as he waited for your reaction, the negativity and guilt nearly driving him insane.

Instead of saying anything, you spread your arms and lift them upwards. Bo sighed quietly in relief and went to scoop you into his arms, his aching chest slowly beginning to calm down. He still felt guilty for how he made you feel, and he wasn't lying when he promised that he would never ever make you feel that way again.

Michael + Aunt Laurie

You were both trick-or-treating and having a good evening on Halloween. Michael alternated between carrying you on his back, on his hip, or simply holding your hand while walking. It warmed his heart to see how happy and excited you were, your candy-bag becoming overloaded with sweet treats.

He decided to stop at Lauries for a quick break and some refreshment. You ran back out while he was still inside. It only felt like a minute before he followed your footsteps and soon came to a scene that made his blood boil and his eyes widen.

You were laying on your back against the sidewalk, small, frightened cries spilling from your lips. In the direction you were staring, Michael caught a glimpse of a group of teenagers quickly running away. They must have done something to you. But what?

"D-daddy," You cried as he quickly walked over to you, and you skittered to get to your feet.

Michael barely got to check you over for damage before you were wrapping your arms around his waist and crying into his belly. "They pushed me and stole my candy," You whined loudly against him, "I-I just wanted to be friends, b-b-but they stole my candy. Ehh, daddy, daddy, what do I do? They stole my candy."

Anger invaded every nerve within Michael's body as he held you close protectively. How dare anyone treat you this way. How could they? You were the nicest, sweetest little angel. What was their problem? Michael's eyes burned with the memory of those teenage scum and the direction they fled.

Hearing your loud sniffles, Michael gently coaxed you back and knelt down. Slipping off his mask, he reached out, cupped your cheek and used his jumpsuit sleeve to wipe away your tears and snot. Then he used sign-language to ask if you were okay.

You nodded and cried in great sadness, "But they stole my candy. Wh-why did they do that, daddy? I-I just wanted to be friends."

Michael quickly explained to you how those teenagers were obviously bullies. This same experience happened to him too when he was your age. Everything was going to be alright. They would get you more candy. Calm down. Everything was going to be alright.

Slowly you began to calm down, your sobs and whines diminishing. Michael pulled you into his arms and hauled you against his hip so that he could take you into the house. You stayed attached to him the whole time, and he refused to let you go. Frustration still burned inside him, and he was overwhelmed with the urge to protect and comfort you/his child.

Laurie was there to save the day, thankfully, offering you all of the candy she hadn't yet given out and putting on a fun movie for you to watch.

You were snuggled up against your dad on the couch, your mood significantly eased as he rubbed your head and back and offered you pieces of candy. For the most part you forgot about the incident, but Michael certainly hadn't.

Let's just say that, by tomorrow, you would have your stolen candy back.

Hannibal

He had taken a leave of absence from work so that he could better take care of you while you were sick. It wasn't anything serious; just a small cold. The nurse from your school had sent you home earlier due to a sore throat and a fever. Hannibal had rushed to get you as quickly as he could.

Once he got you home, he had you take a bath and get dressed into your pajamas. You complained of throat and stomach pain, and you had irritated sinuses. He gave you some medication and told you to lie down while he made you some special soup that would soothe your tummy.

As he was cooking, he heard your tiny footsteps echoing from the hallway, and he turned to see your sleepy figure approaching, "Daddy?"

"Yes, my child, what is it?" He asked, setting his cutting knife aside.

"My tummy hurts so bad," You pouted, your voice beginning to sound scratchy, "And I don't feel good. I wanna be with you."

Hannibal grabbed a kleenex from the counter and knelt down to gently clean your messy nose, "I know. And that is precisely why you should be sleeping."

"But I can't sleep," You whimper, looking at him with sad, tired owl eyes, "I wanna be with you. Please, daddy? Let me stay with you."

Hannibal tilted his head at you, his brows lifting in debate. While he would rather you be getting some decent rest, he knew that you were young and still filled with energy even whilst you were sick. He didn't have much left to do cooking wise either, so he figured that having you stay around wouldn't harm anything.

"Alright then," Hannibal leaned forward and picked you up, swiftly positioning you on his hip and supporting you with one arm so that he could use the other to cook with.

You held onto his neck while resting your head against his shoulder, your eyes mostly shut as you listened to the sound of his heart beat. Safety and warmth enveloped you making you feel much, much better than what you had before. Your dad was always so cozy and comforting.

Hannibal was able to finish cooking dinner with you on his hip the entire time. Once it was time to eat, he set you down on a chair and made you a drink and a bowl of soup. You ate quietly which worried him a little, but he knew it was just because you weren't feeling good.

"Feeling better?" He asked when you were finished.

You smiled and nodded at him, "Mhm, it was real yummy. Thank you, daddy."

"You're welcome, my child," He reached out and gently squeezed your cheek before taking your bowl and cleaning it, "I don't suppose telling you to get back in bed will do any good, will it?"

Your pitiful whimper was enough of an answer. Hannibal chuckled, dried his hands and went to pick you up again, holding you close as he carried you to the living room. "A movie it is then."

"Can Will come over?" You asked, grinning.

Hannibal gave you a look, "I'm beginning to believe that you're not sick at all."

...

All good fathers' should fight their child's nightmares away, not be the reason why they have them.

#slashers #slasher fanfiction #reader insert #child reader #Platonic love only #Not romantic #bo sinclair x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #freddy krueger x reader #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #Father & child relationship #michael myers x reader #Slashers as dads #Comfort drabbles

[metamatronic]

I wanna make a bet that when Cassie finds out that her staff bot friend is actually her father her reaction either would be screaming the daylights out of herself, or passing out from shock. Or both.

Michael on the other hand, would probably be "😳" ??? Idk-

follow up to this. Mikey’s been at this long enough to know that if someone died at Fazbears, they probably ended up in a robot.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf hw2 spoilers #fnaf spoilers #fnaf help wanted 2 #michael afton #eggs benedict #mike schmidt #cassie fnaf #cassie’s dad #bonnie bro #mask bot #glam bonnie #glamrock bonnie #art #doodles #comic #digital art #disregard the shift artstyle #this was drawn over several days