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=“Do You Like It?” (Alive!Luke x reader)=

(Not My Gif)

Description: The twin sister of Bobby, otherwise known as ‘Sunset Curve’s manager, and most importantly, Luke Patterson’s girlfriend gets him his dream gift.

Warnings: Just a whole lotta FLOOF, with some suggestive dialogue, mostly Bobby just being the annoying bro--I mean good brother that he is :) Probably some typos

=“Do You Like It?”=

“I can’t believe you did this,” Bobby mumbles under his breath. “He’s not gonna be happy.” Y/N turns to glance over her shoulder giving him a ‘really’ look. “Okay, well, he’s going to be happy until he finds out how much money you used to buy it.”

With a victorious grin on Y/N’s face, she turns back towards the guitar case. “One day you guys will be playing world tours, and as the manager of ‘Sunset Curve’, it is my duty that you guys have the best equipment.”

“You never have gotten me a guitar,” Bobby argues with a loud, annoyed, huff.

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Okay, just… He’ll be back any moment. Go.” She spins on her heels to allow herself to push him away by the shoulders. “And don’t do anything suspicious, got it?” she warns.

“Why do I have to go? What? You gonna make out with him or something?” Y/N can feel the heat travel up to her cheeks. “Nothing I haven’t seen bef--”

“Get out!” she interrupts him, pointing towards the garage door. “NOW!”

“Jesus! Alright.” He begins to walk backwards towards the exit, his hands up in mock surrender. “Just don’t be too loud okay, I don’t want to--”

“Bobby!” she shrills.

Once he disappears from her sight, she takes one glimpse at the gift. She anxiously plucks the card she made up from the coffee table, reading over it a million times. “Y/N?” Luke calls out. “Where are the guys?”

She hides the card behind her back. “Luke!” She clears her throat when his name comes out a little louder, and high-pitched than she wanted it to. “Um, I don’t know.” She shrugs, innocently. “Well, I-I do know.”

“Okay…” He strides over to her hesitantly, but despite his unsureness, each step held confidence. “Where are they? Band practice was supposed to start fi--”

“I have a gift for you!” she blurts.

He perks up hearing this. “You do?” His eyes turn from a dark green to bright blue in record time. “What is it?”

She turns her body to face beside her. “Here!” She gestures to the guitar case.

Luke stares at it for a moment. A slow smile creeping onto his face, “It’s not my birthday though.”

“We know, but…” She carefully sets the card down to pick up the guitar. “Sit down,” she orders.

He does as told, sitting down on the couch, excitedly. He sits criss-cross making it easy for Y/N to rest the case down on his legs. “Can I open it?” His childish-like manor makes her let out a giggle.

“Yes, Luke.”

He wastes no time opening the hard cover case, his eyes widening. “You guys didn’t!” His head snaps up towards her. “Is this--Is this what I think it is?” His hand grazes over the neck of the guitar, before gently gliding his thumb over the strings.

“It sure is.” Y/N’s smile beams towards him. “Do you like it? It is the one you wanted, right?” Worry fills her.

“Yes!” he practically shouts. “It’s the exact one I wanted.” He takes the guitar out, setting the case on the ground. “Oh, look at you beautiful.”

Y/N shakes her head at the boy. “Careful Luke, you might seduce it,” she teases.

Ignoring her comment, his eyes meet hers. “Did you and the guys do this?” he asks.

The question runs through Y/N’s mind a couple of times. Opening her mouth, but no words forming, “Yes,” she states. “Well, it was my idea, but the guys pitched with me to help buy it.” She figured the lie would be harmless.

“I can’t believe you guys did this, thank you,” he says, sincerely. “I mean it, when the guys get here--” he cuts himself off, sighing loudly in awe. His hand grazes over the body of it, and somehow this mesmerized Y/N tremendously.

“Every rockstar deserves his dream guitar,” Y/N remarks. She looks down at the card that she keeps glancing at. Kneeling down to pretend she’s tying her shoe, she rolls the thick paper off the wooden coffee table. “I’m really glad you like it Luke.” She stands upright.

“How could I not? I love it.”

Butterflies find their way to her stomach seeing the passion in Luke’s eyes.

“It’s safe guys!” Alex calls out.

Luke and Y/N look at the blonde haired boy in alarm. “Oh thank God, didn’t want to walk in on that again.” Bobby prances in, until he’s close enough to Y/N to pat her shoulder.

“Thanks Bobby.” She places her hand on his, uncomfortably.

“Soo…?” Reggie questions, as all three of them stare at Luke who’s still too intoxicated by the fresh instrument. “Brand new, the exact brand, color, you better be paying--”

“You don’t need to pay any of us back.” She sends pointed looks towards her brother, and two friends, all of them getting the gist. “I hope you know that.”

Luke looks up, finally tearing himself away from it. “I just can’t believe you guys bought this for me, do you know how expensive this thing is? Not even my parents consider it as a Christmas present.”

They all slowly turn their heads towards Y/N who didn’t seem to notice. “Anything for you,” she whispers. He lets out a small smile. “Well, plug it in, tune it, use it, it’s yours now, don’t be scared to scruff it up.” She sends him a wink.

Still running off of adrenaline, Luke runs to the guitar, as the others get set up for practice. “Why didn’t you tell him?” Bobby asks, quietly.

“What’s the point?” she responds, not sparing him a glance.

“The point is you paid for it all by yourself. Why didn’t you take the credit?”

“Because, I know he would be more concerned about paying me back for it. And he doesn’t need to,” she pauses. She fidgets with the card she spent a good day on decorating, and a good hour of pre-writing the essay inside.

“Dad’s not going to be happy when he finds out, and he will quickly, you know him.”

She moves away from Bobby who doesn’t remove his eyes from her. Gently, she slides the card in her song book. “Who’s ready to hear greatness?” Luke skips over to the band. “Because that’s what you’re about to hear.”

Y/N lets out a dreamy sigh. “You’re funny, Lu.” She ruffles his hair, before going to sit down on the couch that Luke's been sleeping on for the past month.

“I wasn’t joking.” He raises an eyebrow, shaking his head in a way his hair moves along.

“I know,” she assures. “So, let me hear that greatness.”

His boyish smile nearly made Y/N go into orbit. His fingers move ahead of him, riffing off before going into the song, the boys following him with their own instruments. Y/N flips open her notebook, taking note of anything that seemed off, things that were good, just constructive criticism. “Sorry to interrupt,” Bobby’s, and Y/N’s dad says, walking in, the music dying down. “Y/N? Can I talk to you?” Her dad’s voice was stern, making her and Bobby know she’s been caught.

“Uhh…” She warily eyes Bobby. “Sure.” She sets her pen on top of the open page, before moving to get up.

The music resumes shortly after when they’re halfway to the house.

“What's this about you spending a thousand dollars on a guitar?” he abruptly asks.

Her face falls. “Dad…” She looks at the ceiling. “It was a gift I got for Luke, I picked up extra shifts, and got a little extra cash, I’m getting it back--slowly--but surely.” She puts on a reassuring smile.

“Y/N.” His voice dropping down an octave, her dad begins to give her ‘the parent look’. You know that look parents give their child when they do something they’d call dumb. “I know he’s your boyfriend and all, but isn’t this a bit much?”

She shakes her head. “It wasn’t just that,” she mutters.

“What else?”

She taps her foot a couple of times, before analyzing the area to make sure no one’s around. “I--I might be getting them to play at The Orpheum soon,” she admits.

Her dad’s eyes widened. “The Orpheum?”

She nods. “Yeah.” Her voice goes barely above a whisper. “It’s going to be a surprise, a big one if it goes according to plan, but I wanted to give that to him as a prior gift before the big day,” she pauses. “And you know… He deserves it, dad! This month hasn’t been the best for him, and I just wanted to see him smile again, he rarely smiles anymore after he ran away, I just wanted his eyes to have that spark in them again,” she rambles. “It’s my job to do that, right?”

“But, spending a thousand dollars on him...”

“Don’t say money can’t buy you happiness, ‘cause it can,” she protests before he can get another word out. “And it’s my money, I can do what I want with it, so please… Just… Don’t tell him.”

“He doesn’t know?” She shakes her head. “Then what’s the real point?”

“To make him happy!” she cries. “That has been his dream guitar since I met him. And to give that to him is the best present I could ask for.” Her gaze meets her feet, too embarrassed to look at her father in the eye. “Please,” she begs.

“I better be seeing that money get put back into your bank account.”

She squeezes her eyes shut. “Got it.” Heavy footsteps fade away, signalling her safety to open her eyes. With a sigh of relief she makes her way back to the garage.

“Hey.” Luke gets up from his chair.

“Why aren’t you guys practicing?” she questions.

“It didn’t feel right with you gone,” Luke explains, biting his lip. “Is everything okay?” He reaches out to grab her hand.

“Everything’s okay,” she affirms, intertwining their fingers. “I promise you.”

His shoulders go down as he lets out a breath, slightly fanning Y/N’s face. But, she didn’t mind, in fact, she loved the feeling. “Good.”

“How is the guitar working for you? Everything you’ve ever imagined?”

“Better than what I imagined.” He lets go of her hand to get back to playing the song they were rehearsing.

She goes back to her original position, picking up her same lucky pen, and writing in what Luke calls ‘the nicest handwriting’ he’s seen. The claim could be justified as false in some circumstances, if compared to his handwriting though, then it’s true. Her leg bounces up and down, a nervous habit she picked up. Everything is catching up to her. Work, school, the band, she doesn’t know if she can do it, but she sure will try.

“Y/N?” Luke calls out, worried. “You spaced out there.” For him.

“Yeah.” She sniffles. “Just allergies.” She forms her lips into a tight-line, him not buying her attempt at a facade.

“Y/N.” He plops down next to her. “What’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything.” Alex coughs loudly, gaining the attention of Luke. “I meant us!” he corrects. “You can tell us anything.”

“I’m seriously okay, just a little emotional today is all.” She rests her hand on his knee.

“Are you sure?” His eyes searched hers for any signs of lying, but he found none.

“I’m a hundred percent sure.” She moves her hand to pat his face. “So, don’t come sneaking up to my room,” she cautions in a hushed tone.

“What if I was going to anyways? Okay or not okay.”

“Then I’d say, you know the drill.”

Those words were enough to get his energy back up in a heartbeat. “Let’s finish this shall we?” With one last wink sent her way, they begin playing for yet a third time.

Only for you.

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