step by step, items were checked off the mental to do list of the day — eating her body weight in sweets and desserts, check, winning a prize in one of the games, check. the last remaining item on the checklist was the ferris wheel, although rory found that she did not save the best for last. it was under the idealistic guise of saying yes, facing your fears and chasing experiences that she forced herself in line for the ride. but by the time she reached the front, she found herself rocking back and forth on her feet with clammy palms of her hands.
not surprisingly, she found herself clutching onto railing of the cart, fingers refusing to leave the metal bar that was supposed to guarantee her safety. and to make matters worse, fate decided to trap her in the ride with the very last person she wanted to face in her state of pure and utter anxiety. “ oh, hey, ” the raven haired woman murmured, followed by lips pursing together in the hopes of stifling a yelp in surprise as the ferris wheel began to move. simply do not look down. that is all she had to do, not look down. perhaps the best strategy as to avoiding the sights was to simply close her eyes altogether. to not look at all. the tactic seemed foolproof — a win-win situation in the eyes of both her fear of heights and unwillingness to face a figure of the past. “ how’ve you been enjoying the getaway so far? ”
first of all , jonnie was not afraid of heights … well , okay maybe he was just a little bit . but hey it was a common fear ! just because he grew up in the city didn’t mean that he still didn’t shake a little when he looked out the window of his apartment . it was normal ! however that didn’t mean he was gonna say no to sunny dragging him towards the ferris wheel , he would be a brave motherfucker and it would be over before the blink of an eye . they were quick right ? they had to be — what was even the point of them anyways ? if he wanted to ‘ see the view ’ or whatever he would go to the top floor of revolution records and look . so really , there was no point , but hey was still in line despite all his grievances with it .
when it came time for the duo’s turn , he stepped up first , having been completely engrossed in the conversation he was having with his best friend to not notice the ride operator shoving him forward , but leaving sunny behind . before he could even protest that he was not with his group , the ride operator said some bullshit about how no one could be a single rider , so whoever was standing in line alone before them was going to be his new enemy . jonnie was going to let them know too , with himself fastened into the little carriage , he turned to voice his not very nice opinions before noticing who it was . rory . his mouth instantly closing up as he gulped , “ um , hi . ” what a weak thing to say , “ funny seeing you here ? ” was it really ?
— closed for @loovesicks .
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* ♡ ◞ closed starter ╱ with @sacrilegiious .
there was something about carrying freshly spun, bright pink coloured cotton candy twice the size of her head that brought out an unprecedented joy in rory — nostalgia perhaps, although the giddy smile plastered onto her features could likely be at least partially attributed to the ensuing sugar rush. “ it feels like i'm living my eight year old self's dream, ” words slipping past her lips in a sigh, as she reached to hook her free arm through that of her companion, “ i mean, cotton candy? check. carnival games? check. ” brown hues traveled around the space absentmindedly as her and beyza strolled along the event space. at least until a certain sight halted her step abruptly. “ aw, ring toss is my absolute favourite. we have to play! ”
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with eyes glued to the pages of her book, and the mere indication of company being footsteps, surprise understated the feeling that came over her upon seeing jonnie. for months upon months, she had erased his existence from her memory — their previous time together locked away in a box, stuffed in the periphery of her thoughts, key lost within the whirlwind that was her mind. and she had played that game successfully until now. coming face to face with him was a foolproof reminder of the fact that jonnie was real, and even though he preferred to deny it, whatever had been ongoing between them was real too.
“ there’s nothing wrong with cliche, ” she interjected, attempting to stifle the mix of bewilderment and uneasiness between them, “ it simply means it resonates with a lot of people — that’s not necessarily something bad. ” shoulders raised into a faint shrug, finding that especially when it came to such matters of the heart, she loved every cliche in the book. red roses, love letters and unexpected grand gestures. because after all, wasn’t the desire to feel loved and appreciated purely human? but jonnie knew her well enough to know how she felt about such things. “ but luckily for you, i think there may just be a slight difference in how the real world works opposed to books. ”
to say jonnie was shocked to come across rory for the first time at revolution was an understatement . he was more than shocked , terrified even considering how he left things between them before . really , the minute he fled he expected to never see her again . actually , it was his goal to never see her again . that way he wouldn't have to deal with whatever it was that he was feeling towards her , things were too real and when they're too real jonnie can't do anything but run away . it's how he lived his life and back then , it felt like he couldn't do anything else . the minute they came in contact , he did his best to avoid her , but he couldn't have everything all the time now could he ?
genuinely he hadn't seen her when he was walking , eyes glued to his phone and taking his ass to the break room because if he didn't get something to eat soon he was gonna turn into a gremlin . the minute he heard her voice , his eyes shoot up from the screen , contemplating whether or not to back slowly out the room , but that feels even more cowardly than how he ended things between them . instead he puts on the face he does to everyone else , “ i don’t think i have much to say on that front , i don’t feel like i was written by a woman … i mean clearly from what you’re saying . feels cliche , doesn’t it ? ”
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it must’ve been hours upon hours that rory had spent locked away inside one of the practice rooms within the revolution headquarters — simply tapping away at one of the pianos, in search of the right melody while she scribbled out earlier attempts on her notepad. she was in dire need of fresh air, perhaps the sensation of sunlight coming through a window, and most of all something to still the munchies. hands clung onto one of the bags of crisps she snuck out of the cafeteria, as she found her route back interrupted by a greeting. “ do i know anything — oh, romeo, romeo, wherefore art thou romeo? ” she instantly broke into a dramatic performance of the tragedy, “ what’s got you asking? ” curious eyes then peeked over at the brunette, as she popped open the bag of snacks to pop a chip in her mouth before holding out the bag to her companion.
@revolutionstart
status: open
location: the revolution cafeteria
there table before her is filled with pages and pages of a deconstructed script. usually she prepared for auditions on the subway or in the privacy of her room. but the chaos of the past few days took away any extra time she needed to rehearse. and the audition is just hours away. brooklyn couldn't be further from prepared. hunched over one page in particular, brook mumbles under her breath as she read the lines repeatedly to herself. "hey - " she says, flagging down the person that nearly zips past her table. " do you know anything about shakespeare? i mean anything, i'm desperate. "
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* ♡ ◞ open starter ╱ @revolutionstart .
chocolate hues were fixated upon the pages of the novel that laid spread across her lap, all while legs dangled over the arm rest of the comfortable chair she occupied within the break room on the fourth floor. the sound of footsteps across wooden floors announced the appearance of company, but her first response was to raise her index finger in their direction — finger hovering in mid air in attempt to stall their business. “ shhh, ” she even added, the moment she could hear the first tones escaping their lips, “ you’re interrupting the best part. ” free hand continued tracing the sentences on the page with the pad of her finger, as eyes shot back and forth across the pages, ending with a deep sigh as she finished the page. “ you pierce my soul, ” she began quoting from the pages of the novel persuasion, voice dripping in dreamy tone, “ i am half agony, half hope. i have loved none but you. ” the finished quote finally marked the moment rory tilted her head backwards, gazing over upon the figure standing beside her. “ don’t you agree there’s just something indescribably sexy about fictional men written by women? yes please, write me love letters, devote your entire life to me. i’ll be gentle with your heart. ” despite the quite obvious hint of exaggerated sarcasm in her tone, none of those words were far from the honest truth.
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♡ ◞ jennie kim. twenty-five. cis woman. she/her.⠀⠀⠀— hold your f*** horses ! lorelai “rory” hyun has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being a bedroom pop singer & songwriter and have been signed with the label for two months. they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at @literory. fans know them for being melodramatic but swear they’ve got a gregarious side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with the feeling of butterflies in the pit of your stomach, bookmarks peeking out of stacks of literature, too many unopened social media notifications. stan twitter even voted them most likely to write an entire album about their celebrity crush. we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.
♡ ◞ statistics.
full name: lorelai hyun.
nickname: both personally and professionally goes by rory, addressing her by lorelai will possibly get you some strange looks.
date of birth: june 7th, 1997 (25 yrs).
zodiac sign: gemini.
place of birth: tacoma, washington.
current location: new york city, new york.
gender: cis woman, uses she / her pronouns.
sexuality: bisexual.
languages: english (native), korean (native).
♡ ◞ bits and bops.
character tropes: the quixotic, the hopeless romantic, the paracosmist.
traits: gregarious, melodramatic, idealistic, sensitive, chaotic.
habits: endlessly daydreaming, being just a couple minutes late to everything, living deadline to deadline, always talking just a little too much, reading five books at the same time, sticking her tongue out a little when she’s deep in thought.
likes: valentine’s day, romantic comedies, the colour pink, scented candles, reading, thrifting clothes, vanilla flavoured things, sticky notes, public displays of affection, handwritten cards, snow, roses and peonies, shiny lipgloss, snow globes, coffee, her own book collection.
dislikes: heat and humidity, awkward silences, people making dog ears in their books, heartbreak, being alone, long queues, cooking, spoiling the endings of books, heights.
notable skills: knowing the opening lines of books by heart, sewing her own clothes, matchmaking, can copy people’s handwriting perfectly.
♡ ◞ background.
lorelai hyun was born to philip & hana hyun, respectively an avid outdoor enthousiast who worked as a carpenter, and a workaholic news reporter for the local tv station. she was born and raised in tacoma, washington & early childhood memories are filled to the brim with fond memories of family trips to mount rainier national park and the whole family building snowmen in their front yard during icy winters and yelling at her father to push faster on the swings at their nearest playground. likely because she would rather let those memories overshadow the deafening fights she would overheard late at night — yelled accusations thrown back and forth, even audible over the sheets she would pull over her face to hide underneath. or perhaps the countless of cancelled family activities because her mom needed to work late to finish another last minute deadline, to which her father would curse under his breath and send her to bed hours early, setting aside a plate of homemade dinner in the fridge.
her parents divorced when she was around seven years old. consider it the inevitable result of two people falling out of love and being absolutely unable to keep up the facade any longer. god knows they couldn’t even fool a seven year old. the two of them agreed to share custody & stayed on rather friendly terms, though rory stayed with her mom for the majority of the school year. after all, hana planned on staying in tacoma for her job whereas philip considered the divorce his prime time to spread his wings and hop between cities all throughout the west coast in search of — well, rory never really knew what he was looking for, only that he seemed happier.
it wasn’t much longer than two years after the divorce that both of her parents seemed to have found love again & each entered a whole new honeymoon phase. philip met a travel agent from san francisco while staying in the area & meeting daniel westbrook caused a change of heart regarding that job hopping and moving city to city. he settled down with him in his apartment in the city, where he seemed quite willing to stay for the foreseeable future. the two of them chose to have no kids together, seizing the opportunity to travel together for most of the year. but the two of them never once forgot to send a postcard for rory all the way to washington from wherever it was they visited.
hana fell head over heels in love with cole massey, a big shot commercial lawyer from seattle, with the wish to settle down and have his own family to come home to every night. it seemed hana sought similar warmth as she didn’t waste a minute having her second shot at the picture perfect family life. packing both their bags, mom & rory left their two bedroom apartment in the city centre of tacoma towards a a four bedroom home in the outskirts of seattle. although those two empty bedrooms wouldn’t stay empty for particularly long.
hana got pregnant only months after the two started dating & the revelation sped up the process of marriage and becoming a family even more so. the once workaholic quit her job as a news reporter, allowing her to be a stay at home mother to the pair of twins — lainey & logan. the two new borns were the new subject of her affection, two adorable chubby babies to coo at and take care of in her new found spare time. entirely caught up in the world of adorable baby clothes, becoming one of the most active mommy volunteers at primary school and planning play dates with the other moms in the neighbourhood. she no longer needed rory to fulfill her desires of being a mother, no longer depended on her to do chores around the house and no longer was she the only person she could turn to for some family downtime. and rory no longer needed her. at least, technically she didn’t. she was supposed to be able to take care of herself & that simple fact seemed enough for both parents to divert most of their attention towards the two dependable little ones. as much as she needed them, she didn’t complain. how does one compete for attention with two little kids, anyway?
the situation at home in seattle made her all the more appreciative of the holidays spent in company of her father & his new boyfriend. southern california seemed to be a dream, summer holidays spent reading her favourite books from the window sill looking out over the city & catching endless rays of sunshine while dipping her toes in the sand, or driving towards yosemite national park for camping trips. those being some of her happiest memories must’ve contributed to her choice to accept the offer she received from stanford, where she majored in english & focused on a mix of literature and creative writing.
although she diligently spent her freshman year with her nose in the books, hardcore study nights in her dorm quickly turned into giving into her whims & wasting away too many hours staring at the social media applications on her phone screen. although she was always fairly present on most platforms, during college she began dipping into the art of writing small snippets of songs & posting them to her tiktok account. one video turned into ten, and ten might’ve turned into hundreds of joke songs, songs about her class materials, songs about prompts her followers sent her, love songs about her celebrity crushes and whatever else was burning inside her mind.
it was one single viral video on tiktok that caught the attention of revolution records in her senior year & after tossing her cap into the air at graduation, she packed her bags and flew to new york city to sign the contract she was offered. she wasn’t entirely sure what they saw in her, and to be quite frank, she still doesn’t. but with songwriting having turned into such a huge part of her life & such potential to dip into, she can’t help wanting to give it a shot.
♡ ◞ personality.
absolute biggest hopeless romantic you’ve ever seen — falls in love at least five times a day. will fall in love with you if you were nice to her in a dream once. will want to kiss you if you hold open the door for her. you would think your parents getting divorced would really change someone, but she got to see them in love not just once but twice. seeing both her parents go through the honeymoon phase with their respective partners as a kid, she has been daydreaming about a high school sweetheart, promposals and even her wedding dress since she was eight years old.
the most book smart person you’ll meet but cannot be trusted with her own life. will easily write you a four thousand word essay, doing an intersectional analysis of americanah but don’t ask her to use the stove without burning spaghetti and don’t ask her to file her taxes or make a doctor’s appointment. she gets quite easily overwhelmed with reality sometimes.
huge social butterfly and gets super energized having people around. unluckily for everyone else, rory doesn’t know when to shut her mouth & isn’t the best at reading social cues. she will run her mouth for half an hour only to look at your face and stop in her tracks to ask you if you find her annoying. and then continue to ramble on and on about how she’s sorry.
she feels fiercely, has so many emotions to deal with in her tiny body and only has unhealthy coping mechanisms. living under extreme stress because of work deadlines? sounds like you’ll be living off coffee until the caffeine makes your soul dissociate from your body. found out someone you fell in love with overnight doesn’t even know your name? sounds like a grand time to get drunk with your girlfriends and fall in love with the first pretty person that talks to you at the bar instead. someone not responding to your text for like five minutes? time for a mental breakdown and convincing yourself they find you a pain and don’t want to talk to you anymore. minor problems just easily turn into unsolvable disasters.
this girl absolutely craves validation. maybe because she couldn’t ever really find it with her mother, she started looking for it elsewhere. all of her friends, the neighbours, the grocery store cashier who threw her a thankful smile for having the spare change ready to pay for her $2,45 purchase. her favourite drug was her english professors praising her writing, and she is chasing that high ever since — renee carlisle giving her any attention is the next drug on her list.
literal definition of a book worm. eats through books like a maniac. reading felt like the escape from the chaos of her home & the whining cries of her younger siblings. she got so caught up in fantasy worlds and brave female characters and overly romanticized men. even now, rory is likely reading at least five books at the same time at any point in her life. she has needed to buy more bookcases to find room for them and that really gets cramped in her new york city apartment.
equally a bit of an amateur writer. she took quite some creative writing classes & definitely spends her spare time writing whatever universes continue to live in her head. as a teenager, she started out writing fiction & i definitely imagine she had a soft spot for awful romance books. where she fell in love with the fictional characters in her head at least once or twice. little bit like jane the virgin? would probably settle to write one of those romancey smut books you buy at the gas station for $10 because she would be great at it. but i am thinking she dabbled more into songwriting during college. she knows how to play the piano just a bit & she would’ve had a keyboard there to kinda continue learning and she would dabble more and more into writing to music. which eventually, as you read, turned into her big break. i imagine her videos are very similar to jax writes songs on tiktok, but she also does some other stuff. would ask her followers for prompts to write music to all the time. i am even imagining she did this little series where followers could send her a story about their crush and she would write & sing a little song about them to kinda help these people tell their crush they liked them, all very very cute. but also joke videos, like i am imagining she would’ve written whole ass love songs only to pan the video towards her laptop screen where she’s playing the sims and it ends on one of those and it was all a simulation plot twists. like just loads of very casual but funny music videos. that she’s definitely not stopping now.
♡ ◞ plots.
i actually made a blog for wanted connections & you can find it at @literory. definitely check that out first & foremost, because that’ll include a lot of ideas i have and they’ll be heavily based on those dskjdfks. just tons of little thoughts. but down below there’s also a few other ideas !
roommates ( rory lives in new york city now, but she literally makes jack shit with music as she’s just been signed, so it would be adorable to live with someone else for the time being ), all of her unrequited loves, that one ( 1 ) person she can’t get out of her mind and who she may have written countless of songs about, pen pals who met as kids and stayed in touch through handwritten postcards, book club please for the love of god, that one ( 1 ) person she has friendzoned and have to watch her fall in love with all these people who are bad for her while they swear maybe the two of them could be something good, frenemies, major celebrity crush she can’t hide while they bump into each other in headquarters, someone to be the mom / dad friend she didn’t know she needed, mentor figure in the music industry, fake dating pr stunt ( perhaps to help both their lovey dovey or breakup albums sell better ), online celebrity feuds, exes who run into each other again after a long time, and honestly many more ideas that’ll come up during brainstorming <3
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