Fahc Michael x civilian reader where she's super sweet and girly and he introduces her to the lifestyle / the guys? I'd love as well Jeremy being like her bestie or Geoff practically adopting her but whatever is good with you works for me xxxxxx
MORE DAD GEOFF (my weakness)
“Hey guys, this is my girlfriend Y/N. We’ve been dating for a little while and thought that it would be nice if she could meet the crew,” Michael explains himself, you grip his hand anxiously while the other sweeps matted hair from your forehead. You smile at the group of men staring at you, for once, not gawking like most guys do.
“Aww that’s sweet! Does she know…?” Jeremy perks up suggestively.
“About you guys being grand heisters? Of course I do!” You giggle, you could feel the tension in the room relax. “Ah, so you’re not freaked out by the fact that we kill people? We’re literally a parents’ worst nightmare for their child to be associated with!”
“That’s the thing that makes this easy - I never knew my birth-parents. I’ve moved around a lot from family members to other family members. I was kind of the a-typical reckless teenage type so no-one knew how to handle me. Which is why I guess I hope to get along with you guys since I kind of understand.”
“You don’t understand a thing. You won’t ever understand a thing. About us, about the crew and what we do. You’ll never fucking understand,” The scrawny figure, laced with tattoos and hands clutched around a whiskey, speaks up.
“Don’t worry about him,” Michael murmurs into your ear “He’s drunk most of the time… and he’s our boss.”
“Geoff?” You whisper, Michael gives you a confirmation nod.
“Don’t talk about me behind my back, fuckers!”
Two years ago you were introduced to the crew and two years ago your life improved seamlessly for the better. You, Gavin and Jeremy were playing blackjack on the coffee table with stacks on money on the table, which all started from a stupid bet between you and Jeremy since you mentioned how ace you were at blackjack.
“Annnd bingo!” You lay out your cards on the table for all to see.
“God damn it!” Jeremy groans banging his fist on the table, letting his hand go. You smirk, gathering up the thousands of dollars. “Mine. All mineee,” You rub in to the two losers sitting on either side of you.
“I let you win,” Gavin proclaims.
“Aha sure. Wanna go for round two?”
“Nope!” Jeremy hops out of his chair just as Geoff and Michael walk in with bags of groceries. You’d think with being millionaires and all, they’d just get their assistant to do all the shopping for them but nope. It seemed that the crew enjoyed doing civilian chores every once in a while.
“Hey Babe,” Michael drops the bags on the counter of the kitchen and skips over to you, kissing you on the cheek. “Gross. Can’t you guys go get a room or something?” Geoff pretended to sound disgusted.
“Nah,” Michael responds, his eyes darting to the money in front of you. “You win again?”
“Damn right! I’m paying for our next date and all the make-up I want,” You grin. You never really had the luxury of buying high-brand make-up and now all your wishes came true, but you also gave back by donating to local rescue shelters and charities.
“Aww babe you know I could do that for you anytime if you asked.”
“I know but I like doing things myself, you know?”
The rest of the night was spent on Geoff splurging at an expensive nightclub and laughing at Gavin’s drunk dance moves. While everyone was getting wasted, you were observing them. They all seemed like polar opposites of themselves, but drunk or sober, they were all very sweet and caring towards you.
“Hey, can I talk to you outside?” Geoff elbows you gently, a bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand. “Lead the way!” You follow Geoff outside to an alleyway behind the nightclub.
“I didn’t want to ask you this in front of the guys and Michael but how would you feel about joining the crew? I consider you my daughter and Michael has been begging me for months to get you into the crew, saying you could help us on heists or whatever. I understand if you don’t want to though, it’s a dangerous job and it isn’t exactly covered by insurance and I know I probably didn’t give you a good first impression when Michael first bought you home..” Geoff rambles, you couldn’t help but give a soft laugh and smile.
“I’d be honoured to join the crew, Dad. Only on one condition.”
“Sure.”
“My uniform is heels and I get to wear a fuck-tone of makeup and I get paid in lingerie,”
“Deal. But Michael can get you the lingerie, I don’t want to even have that image in my head. Anyways, should we head back inside?”
Inside, the party was still going. Jeremy found you and pulled you to the dance floor where you both danced and danced until your heels hurt.
11 or 13 or 14 with fahc geoff? but he's basically the readers dad tho 👌🏻
I enjoyed writing this.. way too much. Should I make it a series?
“Y/N. You weren’t even meant to come out on this heist but I want you to follow one rule and one rule only: stay safe and out of line,”
“Gotcha,” You nod, pointing finger-guns at the figure next to you. He shakes his head with a laugh. “Never a dull day with you kid,” He comments.
“Uhh, hate to ruin a family moment but we’re almost at the spot,” Michael interjects.
“Hey, do I get a gun? Or something at least? I need something if I’m gonna be left waiting in the car..”
“Y/N, it has tinted windows and bulletproof glass. You couldn’t be any safer,”
“But what about a worse case scenario?!”
“You know what?” Ryan leans out the seat and hands you a pocket knife, you felt the sharp blade against your fingers. You couldn’t be more assumed, watching it glimmer from streaks of light. You rest your head on Jeremy’s shoulder, closing your eyes.
“We’ll be right kid. We’ll come right back.” Jeremy assures you, running his fingers through your hair. You always worried about your family… well they weren’t exactly your biological family but they were the closest you had. They were nothing but caring towards you, especially Jack who’d spend countless nights with you, painting nails and gossiping. They all had a place in your heart and they all cared for you: Geoff was the one who took the Dad role and held you when you cried, even offering you alcohol to make you feel better. You knew you probably wouldn’t have a normal upbringing but even so, this was better than any life you could’ve imagined.
Michael pulls up a few meters away from the small little shop. There was a fury as everyone collected and cocked their guns; Ryan put on his skull mask and adjusted his jacket. Everyone shortly exited the vehicle: you grabbed Geoff’s wrist “Come back in one piece, okay Dad?”
“Of course kiddo,” He smiles, leaning over and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead. “See you in a few,”
“Hey Geoff, hurry the fuck up! We’ve got a heist to do!” Michael shouts from the background. Geoff gives you a smile before slamming the door shut. You unbuckle your seatbelt and stretch your legs across all three of the middle seats. You grab your earphones and play some music, kindling with the knife. It made you feel safe, but Geoff made you feel safer.
You close your eyes for a moment, listening to the music. You hated being alone at the apartment, so you’d join them on heists but even then that gave you a bad vibe. You hear the sound of one of the doors opening and some whispering; you feel some tugging on your legs and someone leaning over you, their warm breath hitting you in the face.
You open your eyes and scream so loud your voice cuts out: you being to thrash you limbs. “Oh shut it!” One of the masked figures says, grabbing your knife that had fallen onto the floor.
“No! No! No! Nooooo!” You scream, one of the masked figures covers you mouth with their gloved fingers and the other poises the knife over your abdomen. With a muffled scream, you thrash you legs hoping to buy enough time for someone to come help.
“Shut UP!” The knife-welding one yells, pressing the sharp object into your skin.
“Get the fuck away!” You hear Michael scream as the two figures being to run away, followed by a few shots. Your shaky hands move to the pulsating wound.
“Y/N!” You father-figure screams, climbing into the back seat.
“Hey, hey I’m here. Oh shit you’re bleeding!”
“D-Dad. Am I going to d-die?” You choke, tears flowing down your cheeks. You didn’t want to die, you weren’t even an adult yet. You wanted to experience life. You always thought you’d go out memorable and heroically, not like this.
“No, you’re not doing to die Kid. I’m not going to allow it.” He cups your cheeks as the other crew members clamber in. Jack lifts your head and rests it on her lap, stroking your hair.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Gavin yells, kicking his seat.
“Shut it! Just get us to the nearest hospital okay?!” Jeremy exasperates.
“Hey, just look at me. Breathe” Geoff says calmly as your shaky hands reach out for his tattooed limb. You look Geoff in the eyes and being to cry again, “I love you Dad,”
“I love you too Kiddo, now hold my hand. You’re going to be fine” He grabs your bloody hands and grips them tightly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you. You would’ve been much safer with us -”
“Geoff, none of us knew what was going to happen.” Ryan speaks up, you roll your head to your side and close your eyes. “I w-wanna sleep,”
“Y/N no! Y/N!”
Darkness possesses your vision but Geoff’s grip and eagerness becomes stronger before you’re pulled away and everything becomes nothing but a distant memory.
The sound of beeping and scuttling wakes you. You open your heavy eyes to see Geoff, asleep with his head on your hand: an IV had been placed in your hand with wires going in every direction. You lift your other hand and tousle his hair until he wakes up groggily. You even noticed that he had changed into more casual not-heist attire, placing a weak smile on your face.
“Hey Kiddo, you’re awake,” Geoff smiles, lifting your hand a pressing it against his lips gently.
“Yeah, how long have I been out?”
“A few days; they patched you up pretty good and looks like you’re gonna be out of action for a few days,”
“Aww, does that mean I get a slave?” You suggest, knowing that all the crew would be at your call in a heartbeat.
“Don’t push it kid. But yeah, we’re all gonna take care of you, like a family. Together.”
