pvrahoy! // Lynn Gunn Imagine

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||LYNN||

"You guys did what?!" Lynn exclaims, shocked as she stares at Brian and Alex's smug expressions.

"We," Brian starts, gesturing to himself and Alex, "Did nothing. It was all Blake's idea."

"You work too hard, Lynn," Alex tells her, absently settling his arm around Brian's shoulder. "Let this be something good for you, okay?"

"Yeah, but," Lynn starts, her nose twitching, "Paramore's cruise tour? Seriously?"

"Yep!" Brian exclaims, reaching out and clapping her on the shoulder, bringing her into the little huddle. "Hayley's agent has already been contacted, you're gonna be set up near their quarters so that you'll have more privacy just in case anyone recognizes you-"

"Just in case?" Lynn asks, mock indignant. "PVRIS is getting popular!"

"But they won't be there for you," Alex says.

"And without us there," Brian preens, "People probably won't even recognize you."

"Hey!" Lynn protests, attempting to wiggle her way out of the huddle, pouting.

Brian lets her go for a moment before creating a human hoop with Alex's other arm and looping her back into the snuggle. "You know you drive all the ladies crazy, Lynn," he says seriously. "But even the lesbian queen needs a break every now and then."

Lynn stops struggling for a moment as Brian's words sink in. "Blake set this all up?"

Alex nods as Lynn glances at him. "It'll just be you for those four days - plus some of the Paramore security buffs to keep track of you. But otherwise, complete freedom."

Lynn chews her lip for a second, considering. A break away from the scenery of the tour would be nice... "And it just so happens to coincide with our gap between part one and part two, of course."

Alex nods, "Timing works out perfectly."

"Your flight out leaves in a few days - better figure out what black ensembles you want to bring," Brian teases.

"Excuse me, I have colour in my wardrobe!"

"Of course you do, your Majesty."

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||Y/N||

It's been ages since you've been on a cruise ship and you're literally vibrating through the walls in excitement. You feel like your life is moving so fast that it's like you discovered the secret to time travel.

"I thought you outgrew Paramore though?" your best friend Abbey asks you as you toss shirts onto the bed one after another as you look for the perfect outfits to pack for the four day trip.

"I dunno," you say, holding up a shirt to yourself as you turn to Abbey. She nods approvingly, and it goes into another pile. "Their old music is really good and just... it's a cruise, you know? And I've been saving up my money for some big expense to splurge on lately anyway, so."

"Work's been brutal," Abbey nods. "Though I still can't believe we've been working adult jobs for the past two years now. I barely even know how to file my taxes."

You smack her in the arm semi-playfully. "Seriously, Bee? You know that shit stresses me out!"

"Which is why you're going on this spur of the moment trip with your best friend!" Abbey says, rubbing her shoulder as she pouts. "Plus we both got them filed on time, so there's no more need to stress about them, right?"

"I guess," you mumble.

"What you should be stressing about is what to bring on this trip!" Abbey says, "Who knows who you're gonna have to impress, hm?"

"Please," you scoff, "This isn't a singles cruise. Everyone's there for Paramore and the other bands - I doubt anyone will be, like, actively looking for love, or whatever."

"Ye of little faith!" Abbey sighs dramatically. "Don't you still want to look smoking hot for the ladies on board? Paramore attracts a certain crowd, don't they? Because of Hayley?"

You tilt your head, debating the validity of that statement. "Not as much as Tegan and Sara. Or PVRIS," you counter, then quickly relent. "But yeah, okay. Hayley's cute. So there may be some other cute girls on board who are looking for other cute girls."

"Now you're talking!" Abbey pumps her fist excitedly. "Now, I think you should bring at least one crop top okay? I know you hate them, but we've been working out, right? And you'll want to tan and all that!"

You laugh, "It's a cruise! We're gonna be stuffing our faces with unlimited pizza and ice cream - I doubt that our hard work is gonna last that long."

"Good thing it's only four days, Y/N!" Abbey tells you, tossing a couple of crop tops onto the pile for you to choose from, "So pick a top and I'll find a bikini for you."