#geoffxreader

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Could you do a thing where the reader works at a bar and Geoff is a regular there and there's flirting and stuff 😊

“Back for more, are we?”You chuckle, getting a glass down from the shelf above you and filling it upwith his usual, whiskey. “Yeah,” He responded, unamused as you gently swish theglass in his direction.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Geoff sighs,sculling his drink “Just a little stressed with work, that’s all.”

“Is there anything Icould do?” You ask, raising your eyebrow while you stash the tea towel underthe bar. You give him a hopeful smile as you re-fill his drink, you couldalready tell that it was going to be a long night. Out of all the regulars thatstop by, Geoff seemed to be the one you connected with the most.

“Don’t know, is there?” Heshrugs, unamused with a slightly smirk.

“Oh, okay well when you think of something, I’llbe serving other customers,” You make sure to pout a little before saunteringtowards an awaiting customer that was a few steps away, placing your hands onyour hips as you walk away. You could feel him staring, to which you couldn’thelp but respond with a smirk, raising your head a little.

“Boyfriend?” The youngercustomer questions as you pass him a bottle of beer.

You shake your head, “Nah,”

“Oh well he seems reallyinto you and you seem like a pretty nice lass…”

“Aww, thank you. You’renot too bad yourself,” You chuckle, turning back to Geoff’s direction. At thispoint he’s now twirling his glass with his finger, not at all looking amusedbut you could see the corners of his mouth dipping up a little. Maybe it wasthe booze…

“You sure you’realright?” You place your hand on his, it wasn’t the first time you’ve done thisand normally you did it to piss him off but this time he didn’t slap your handaway. Instead, he never made eye-contact with you as he positioned his hand insuch a way that he could hold it and caress the back of yours with his thumb.

“Let’s talk,” He murmurssoftly.

You find a co-worker andtell them that you’re leaving for the night, they told you not to worry aboutit and enjoy your night.

And you did.

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Could I please have an angry kiss with Geoff (or a neck kiss with Gavin if you don't write Geoff)? I didn't know you wrote stuff! I like your style :)

ah thanks! i haven’t written a lot lately but i’ve really missed it ! <3 ((if you want the gavin one too just send another request ;) ))

“You should’ve just come home.” Geoff rants, shoving the door to you guys’ house open and throwing his keys on the table. “I was fucking worried sick.”

“I tried texting you! Me and Barbs were just so tired-”

“Tired? You think I don’t know you were out drinking?” Geoff’s voice gets a little louder.

“Fine.” You admit. “Drunk and tired. We took a Lyft to her apartment but both our phones died and she couldn’t find her charger. We found it this morning.”

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Geoff says, shaking his head.

“Excuse me?” You bristle, getting angry. “I wasn’t able to text you. Big deal. I got home safe and we were careful. Fucking Christ, back off.”

“Back off? You texted me saying you and Barbara were going out and then I didn’t hear from you again, even after I called you three times.” Geoff shouts.

“My phone died, I told you, it’s not my fault.” You cross your arms, refusing to give in. 

“And I’m wrong because I was worried?” Geoff snaps at you and you manage a shrug. “You get your ass in trouble so much, of course I was worried.”

“Wow, fuck off, Geoff, I can’t-”

Geoff cuts you off with a kiss. It’s heated and angry and you bite into his lip a little harder than you probably should’ve but he lets out a little groan. His hands are tugging hard at your hair and you’ve backed him up against the wall.

“No more not texting me.” Geoff breathes, pulling back from you.

“No more treating me like a five year old.” You retort, scrunching your nose at him.  The two of you stare at each other before Geoff nods.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers against your lips before he pulls you in closer.

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Can you do a part 2 to the Geoff one you wrote yesterday??

pt 2 to this

You wake up to the sound of birds chirping in a choir. Sun was shinning through the cloth that shaded the window. You grab a pillow and throw it over your head.

“Ugh,” You definitely weren’t feeling the morning today, your body hurt all over and you felt a little dizzy. You could barely put the pieces of what happened yesterday together. You do remember Geoff though..

Geoff!

You turn to the other side of the bed frantically; it was empty but there was indents that proved that someone died end up staying the night. This was your house. “Geoff?” You call out worried, many scenarios running through your mind. Most of them bad, ending in something awful happening to Geoff. You waited a little while, but there was still no response. He must’ve left early in the morning.

Well fuck, he wasn’t the first guy to do that.

With a sigh and regret, you swing you legs over your bed and force yourself out. Better face the day you though to yourself. You walk your way over to your kitchen; something felt... different. You notice a pan in the sink and a plate with foil over the top on the countertop.

‘Sorry, had to leave for work! Here’s some breakfast and my number..’  A note had read upon closer inspection. You felt the corners of your mouth dip up into a slight smile. This was sweet, real god damn sweet. Too bad today was the beginning of your two days off so you wouldn’t see him at work but there was nothing stopping you from going there as a patron..

As you ate the breakfast Geoff had previously prepared for you, you thought of ways to spend your day. Geoff usually want to the bar at six, it was nine in the morning now so you had at least a few hours to waste. A few hours too long. Geoff felt like what you had been missing throughout your entire adulthood; he was funny, enthusiastic and you often had heart-to-heart conversations much more than you would without any other customer.

You decide to pamper yourself, giving yourself extra time in the bath surrounded by layers of bubbles and a few bottles of wine. It’s been awhile since you’ve been able to treat yourself like this, you were constantly working or worried about other people. Something changed in you last night, and you weren’t exactly hating it either.

You managed to get through a few books that you’ve been meaning to read before you get ready to meet Geoff. You texted him, telling him to be at the bar at the normal time.

You picked out a pair of tight-skinny jeans, a crop-top and a pair of your favourite boots. You even did your makeup more dramatic than you normally would, “vampy” as some people would call it.

You began to grow more nervous as the time approached. What if he didn’t turn up? What if he’s already found someone else? It didn’t help that you were already on your way to the bar, a few minutes before six so you could settle in a little before he arrived. You wouldn’t call this a date... but it could be perceived as one..

“Back to hook up with someone new, are we?” Your co-worker approaches you with a soft smile. “Nah,” You respond, sipping your drink anxiously as your eyes searched the bar; it was already getting full and there was no sign of your tattooed man anywhere. “Oh, well have fun! And drinks are on the house,” He winks at you, nodding behind you and walking away.

“Well hey there, mind if I sit here?” He motions to the empty stool next to you. “Go ahead,” You insist, biting your lip. He sits down and orders his usual, whiskey.

“Don’t you go for anything different, like anything at all?” You question.

“Nup,” He sculls his drink “But I do want to try something different.”

“Oh and what’s that?”

He places his glass on the counter-top and stares at you. His eyes full and happy. From the whiskey or you; you couldn’t tell but you definitely came up with answer after he leaned forward and gave you a gentle kiss, reminiscent of last night.

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yooooo i love your work! could you possibly do a geoff xreader, where reader is sick and still goes into the office and refuses to go home cause they think they’re not sick?

“For the last time, I’m not sick,” you said through a blocked nose.

“You’re sniffling,” Geoff warned, shaking flu medicine at you.

“No I’m not, this…” you said pointing at your face “This is my sexyvoice.”

“I hate to tell you, phlegm is not sexy.”

You refused to take any medicine and kept on working hard throughoutthe day. Even when your eyes became heavy and you nearly coughed up your lungs,you kept on working.

When you were due to go on your lunch, you found you had no appetite.Instead you curled up on the office sofa and closed your eyes. Within moments,you felt something soft being placed over you gently. You blinked open youreyes and saw Geoff adjusting a blanket over you. He gave you a wink and asmile, smoothing your hair down with his hand.

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Geoff/Reader where she gets hurt (maybe like a car accident or something to that sort) and he just becomes the mother hen that he is, and takes care of her.

“You need anything else? A blanket? Some water?” Geoff asks after he’s brought you your painkillers and you shoot him a look.

“My arm’s broken, not my foot, Geoff. I can get it myself if I need something.” You reassure him.

“No! The doctor said you needed rest! Rest does not include wandering all over the house for a blanket!” Geoff insists. As he’s talking, he goes to the closet, pulls out a spare blanket, and sets it at the end of the bed. “I’ll bring you some water in a minute. Can you reach the remote?”

“Geoff, honey, I love you but please stop. Sit down or something.” You plead, exaggerating your face into a pout.

“Fine, fine, but you tell me if you need anything!” Geoff wags his finger at you, settling beside you on the bed, making sure to sit on the side with your good arm.

“Yes dad.” You roll your eyes and press a kiss to his cheek.

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geoff/reader where he's just such a dad to the reader omg <3

((I think i got a little carried away with this lol. I hope this is what you had in mind.))

To say that Geoff was like a father figure to you was an understatement. Your real father was never really around in your life and when you started working as an editor for Achievement Hunter, you latched onto Geoff pretty quickly. Sure he was a goofball but he had a fatherly aura to him that made you feel comfortable and secure. You never really realized just how much he saw you as his own child until one event in particular.

Even though editing was your main job, you were always more than happy to run little errands for the AH crew. Whether it was grabbing donuts or going on a lunch run, it made you happy to make them happy. The way Geoff ruffled your hair and called you “kiddo” whenever you did something kind like that was also a nice reward in itself.

One week you noticed that Geoff seemed way more stressed than usual. He was in and out of the office, making phone calls, running around. This went on for a couple of days and it started to worry you. You noticed the bags under his eyes became more apparent, his posture was tired, and he was quieter to preserve whatever energy he had left. There had to be something you could do to put a smile back on his face. Seeing him so zapped was starting to make you depressed.

When you went home one night you decided to make cupcakes from scratch. You made sure the cake was just right, moist but not too crumbly, the icing was perfectly sweet, and you spent hours figuring out how to make pretty fondant flowers to put on each of the cupcakes. Going to bed that night, you were confident the pleasant surprise would put at least some spring back in his step. The next day you raced to work early, excited to brighten his day. You knocked on the AH office door and stepped in, noticing that Geoff was the only one there relieved you. At least none of the guys would tease you about your gift. You watched him as he kept his head propped up on his fist, trying not to fall asleep.

“Geoff?” You spoke quietly as to not startle him. He fluttered his tired eyes open to look at you. 

“Hey there, kiddo. What are you doing here so early?” You stood there shyly, a good measure away from him. 

“Um, well I made you these,” you opened the cake box to reveal what you had made “you just seemed so upset lately and I couldn’t stand to see you so depressed.” Geoff beamed at you and reached out for the box. However, when you stepped forward you tripped on your own foot in your nervousness, dropping the box, scraping your knee, and falling flat on your face. Cupcakes went everywhere, especially on you. You tried to pick yourself up but all you could do was sit on your knees and cover your face in embarrassment. Immediately you felt tears welling up.

You thought Geoff would laugh at you but you heard him get up and leave the room. You looked at the mess you had made and then you thought he had left because he was angry, but relief washed over you when he came back with wet paper towels. He knelt in front of you and quietly started to wipe the icing from your face, hands, and hair.

“Geoff, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make a mess. I just wanted to make you happy and I just gave you more work to do.” You couldn’t control your tears anymore. You felt so embarrassed and ashamed. He wiped another glob of icing from your cheek. 

“(Y/N), you don’t need to apologize,” he took your hand to wipe away the icing from in-between your fingers “that was a really nice thing to do for me. I’m glad I hired such a sweet kid like you.” He ruffled your hair and you felt all the embarrassment wash away. 

“I can’t believe I fell over my own two feet like that.” you shook your head at yourself.

“You didn’t,” as he said that you looked at him slightly confused. He gently pulled your foot out from under you “you tripped on your shoelace.” Immediately you started to laugh. You felt stupid but it was funny. He laughed with you as he started to tie your shoe, double knotting it like a doting father. When he noticed the scrape on your knee he pulled out a hello kitty bandaid from his back pocket. You shot him a questioning look, 

“Shut up.” he said jokingly before you had the chance to tease him. You let out another breathy laugh.

You watched him as he opened the bandage and placed it on your knee carefully. You thought that watching him care for you would make you yearn for the father you never really had, but as he hugged you tightly and thanked you again, you knew that he was all the dad you’d ever need.

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To A Wild Rose

A/N:  This is sort of a magical!AU. I really had fun writing this, even though the concept was a little difficult to put into words. I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it <3 (Also I don’t know why I made Joel Heyman the tattoo artist, it just felt right.)

Word Count: 1271

Pairing: Geoff X Reader

Warnings: Slight talk of blood, violence, and weapons. Also a couple cuss words.

Description: Everything Geoff draws or gets tattooed on his skin comes to life. Even though you love him to death, you aren’t so sure he’s using his gift wisely.

Geoff took a deep breath, letting it go down and fill the entirety of his lower abdomen. He cracked his neck, his back, and stretched his legs, knowing he’d be laying down for the next few hours in a good amount of pain. He laid down on his stomach, folding his arms in front of him so he could rest his chin on them. He much preferred laying on his arms than the hard uncomfortable so called pillow on the tattoo bed. You pulled up a low stool in front of him so you were eye level.

“Nervous?” You asked softly, gently playing with his fingers, stretching the loose skin around his knuckles to examine the tattoos that needed to be re-inked.

“Me, nervous? Nah, I’m not worried about any pain.”

“I wasn’t necessarily asking about the pain. This is a big one, you know,” you finished your examining to look him in the eyes “and you get fidgety. Even though it’s just the outline, it’s going to take awhile.”

“Well, that’s why I brought you. My biggest and most favorite distraction.” You hummed happily at the compliment.  

With that, Joel strolled in gloved and ready to go. Joel patted Geoff on the back with a bit of force and he grunted in return. It was a wordless exchange of You'd better get ready because your ass isn’t moving for awhile followed by a Yeah don't rub it in, asshole just get on with it. Once the shrill sound of the tattoo gun started up you rested your head on the edge of the tattoo bed, feeling Geoff's beard scratch the top of your head. You closed your eyes when you felt the warmth of his hand cup the back of your neck, thumb lightly brushing the baby hairs. His kindness made you fall into a trance of steady breathing and peace. It was interrupted by Joel asking why Geoff decided to get a new big pair of wings on his back, and what had happened to the old pair he spent so much time on.

You clicked your teeth in annoyance. You already knew the story. Geoff had gotten into another fight. Once he realized he wasn't fairing so well he tried to fly off, but someone much stronger than him grabbed his wings and cut them off in one horrific swipe. You had the pleasure (terror is a better word) of washing the mixture of caked blood and ink from his back. You made him promise he wouldn't get into another scrap like that again, but you knew he was lying. Geoff had an amazing gift. Even though any drawings on his skin would come to life and fade quickly, the tattoos were permanent, like on any other person. In your eyes he abused his gift. His body was a canvas of weapons that you had traced over with the pads of your fingers and stared at intently many times during restless nights of worry. You wished he had nice tattoos, like flowers, kittens, bunnies, just anything besides knives and guns. You let out a sigh that was a bit more audible than you had intended it to be. Geoff lovingly put his hand under your chin and lifted your head up to look at him. 

"What's wrong?" Concern laid deep in the layers of his voice, barely perceptible to anyone who didn't know him as well as you did. 

"I'm worried about you. I'm worried that one day you'll lose something that isn't so easily replaceable. That one day you won't come home to me and I-" you stopped abruptly as you noticed Joel looking at you, he watched a few large tears cascade down your cheeks. You didn't even notice your lip was quivering. You looked away, trying to focus on the shelf filled with bottles of ink. The gradient of beautifully pigmented colors focused and clamed your fuzzy brain. Geoff smiled at you, wondering how he deserved someone as caring as you, studying the contours of your face as he had done many times before. Then he came up with an idea. "

Joel, you have colored markers right?"

 "Yeah. I use them for sketching tattoos on paper. Why?"

 "Can I use some?" He turned his head to try and look back at Joel, and was shot a quizzical look in return. 

"Sure, that's cool with me. They're over there." Joel tiled his head to the side, pointing to a table on the other end of the room, splattered with color and stacked with paper. On one corner was a cup, filled with a rainbow of thin and thick tipped markers. The whirring of the tattoo gun picked up again. 

"Hey, (Y/N), could you grab a couple for me?" You looked at him and nodded slightly in response. You weren't feeling so enthusiastic about moving as the depressing thoughts were still swimming in your head. You walked up to the table begrudgingly.  

"What colors do you want?" You asked, voice still unsteady from your tears. 

"Whatever colors you want, babe." You uncaringly grabbed a handful, trudged back to your seat, and sat down. 

"What do you want me to do with these, Geoff?" He extended out the palm of his hand, one of the few remaining spaces on is body untouched by ink. 

"Draw on me." You looked at him in shock and you were sure your eyes would fall out of your head. He never let anyone draw on him. The only people he ever trusted with that was Joel and himself. Once you popped back into reality you hesitantly asked, 

"Are you sure?"

 "More than sure." You looked over at Joel who was busy at work but smugly smiling. You shakily grabbed a black thin tipped marker and began to draw a rose. You didn't know it, but at this moment, watching you ever so carefully draw on his hand, Geoff loved you more than he had ever loved you. The warmth he felt in his heart made him almost tremble, but he'd never let you see that. Once you were finished with your outline you took a pink thick tipped felt marker and filled in your petals, and at the end you added small green leaves. You watched the ink bleed a little into the tiny folds of skin on his hand. Why you were so surprised, you weren't sure, but you gawked at how suddenly the flower bloomed and sprung to life out of his hand almost immediately after you were finished. The color was so bright and beautiful you almost didn't believe it was real. You reached out to touch it's silken petals and warmly stroked them with the tips of your fingers, afraid it would suddenly disappear. When you pulled away, the petals started to fall. Watching them slowly float to the ground was bitter sweet, but when they touched the floor they turned into pretty pools of swirled ink. 

"I love you." You felt Geoff's warm breath caress the side of your face as he spoke. When you looked deep into his eyes you knew you'd be his forever. There was nothing to fear. No matter what the world threw at you, you knew he'd be there now and always. 

"I love you too."

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Hey Ellie. I was just rejected from a very important-life important group. I was wondering if I could get a fic with either Geoff or Burnie giving dad-like comfort?

“Hey, nerd? Do you think you could look at - whoa, what the fuck? Are you okay?” Geoff asks, coming to a standstill as you sniffled.You’d burrowed into the AH office couch once every had gone to lunch - except, apparently, Geoff hadn’t gone.

“No, no, I’m fine.” You say roughly, waving him off.

“Yeah, you sound totally fine.” Geoff rolls his eyes before plopping down onto the couch next to you, patting your knee. “You, uh - You wanna talk about it?”

You sniffle again and shake your head. Geoff nods then, looking a little lost, opens his arms to you.

“Come ‘ere.” He says, and you lean into him immediately, fresh tears soaking his shirt. He pats your back and occasionally smooths down your hair, all while humming (horribly out of tune too).

“Thanks.” You mumble. You don’t see it, but the corner of Geoff’s mouth twitches up.

“No problem, kiddo.”