you can call me lynn or lynette ! i'm a fifteen year old writer . aside from drowning in school work and trying to keep up with my favs , i occasionally write fanfiction about people who don't know me .
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just wanted to say i loved ur mun delegate juhoon fic i literally need more fanfics where juhoon and reader meet at some school thing and theres some romantic tension ughhhh i love the concept
holy crap thank you so much 🥹🥹 I didn't expect it to get as much love as it's getting honestly
AS SEEN ON TV ! martin edwards , an up and coming 17 year old producer in the year 1985 , has NO idea the girl he fell for was the daughter of his first client . did i mention his first client is michael freaking jackson ?
OR, quincy jones somehow convinces michael that a 17 year old working on his next album is a good idea. meanwhile, at neverland ranch, yn debates whether to take an opportunity that might change the trajectory of her life or stay forever hidden from the scrutiny of the world.
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🍊 OFFICIAL PLAYLIST.
1986, JONES ESTATE.
"Ayyy look who it is, Mr. Smelly Jackson himself!" Quincy Jones' booming laughter echoed throughout the mansion. He patted Michael's back and ushered him towards the couch.
"Beer or whiskey?"
Michael smiled, "Oh Q, drinking during the day? I don't do that, no sir!"
"Should've expected that answer. Thomas! A glass of orange juice for Mr. Jackson!" Quincy ordered one of his butlers.
"How's the missus? She at home?"
"She's great, gone out with her girlfriends though... just us in the house for now."
"Great, great..."
"How's the kid?"
Michael stopped reaching for his glass midway and smiled. "You know teenagers... always cranky and moody..." He chuckled. "We just had a fight before coming here actually, something about me 'not letting her live her life to the fullest'" he shook his head.
"She'll come around, if not then you know who to send her to." Jones winked at him. "You got it boss." Michael laughed.
"So... Let's talk business... Thinking of a new album already?" Quincy asked, dropping a few icecubes in his drink. Each clink against the glass punctuated the silence as Michael leaned back into the leather couch, fingers drumming absently on his knee.
"Not just an album, Q." His voice dropped to that quieter register. "Something bigger. Something that changes the whole conversation."
Quincy tilted his head, swirling his whiskey slowly. "Bigger than Thriller?" A small smile. "That's a tall order, Mike."
"Thriller was thriller, but I think the world is ready to see a new side of Michael Jackson." He stopped to take a sip of the freshly squeezed orange juice. "I want something that hits there, you know what I mean?"
Quincy was quiet for a moment. Outside, a sprinkler kicked on somewhere across the grounds. A gardener's radio played something faint and distant.
"You got songs already?"
Michael reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and produced a small cassette tape, worn at the edges, the label written over in his neat, careful handwriting.
"Fourteen of them."
Quincy turned the cassette over in his hands, studying the tracklist scrawled on the label. His brow furrowed, lips moving slightly as he counted.
"Fourteen tracks." He set it down on the coffee table between them. "Good number." He paused. "But I gotta be straight with you about something before we go any further."
Michael looked up from his juice. "What?"
Quincy leaned forward, elbows on his knees, lacing his fingers together. "I'd like to include someone new on this one."
"Someone who?"
Quincy stood and walked toward the window, hands in his pockets, looking out over the estate grounds. "You remember Martin? Kid I've had under my wing these past few years?"
Michael's expression shifted slightly. "The boy? How old is he now, fifteen?"
"Seventeen." Quincy turned around. "And before you say anything — I know what you're thinking."
Michael practically scoffed, "Q c'mon, you can't be bringin' a teenager to work on this, I mean this is gonna be the follow up to Thriller-"
"I know that." Quincy's voice was calm but firm. "That's exactly why I want him on it. The kid is ready. I've been working with him since he was twelve. He hears things differently. Arrangements, layering, the space between sounds—" He shook his head slowly. "Reminds me of myself, honestly. And that's not something I say lightly."
Michael was quiet. His thumb ran along the rim of his glass.
"He produced anything I've heard?"
"Not yet. Not professionally." Quincy walked back and settled into the armchair across from him. "This would be his debut. Which I understand sounds like a risk—"
"Sounds like?" Michael raised an eyebrow.
Quincy laughed. "Alright. Is a risk. On paper." He pointed a finger. "But so were you, once. Nineteen years old telling me you wanted to write every song on your own album. Remember what I told you?"
Michael smiled despite himself. "You told me to prove it."
"And you did." Quincy picked his glass back up. "I'm asking you to give Martin the same chance. He doesn't replace me — I'm still the one holding the reins, every session, every decision goes through me. But I want him in that room. Co-producing. Learning by doing, on the biggest stage there is."
The room settled into a comfortable quiet. Michael picked up the cassette tape and turned it over slowly in his hands.
"When can I meet him?"
MEANWHILE AT THE NEVERLAND RANCH, SAME TIME
"Auntie Janet! I had no idea you were coming over today!" A wide smile spread across your face as soon as you saw your aunt. Truth be told, she was your favourite Jackson sibling. It was clear she adored you as much as you adored her, spoiling you rotten since the day Michael adopted you.
"Oh I just wanted to see my favourite niece ever, how you doin' sweetheart?" She cooed, cupping ur face and pressing a warm kiss to your forehead.
"I've been okay... just doing some homework... the tutor went on vacation and gave me soooo many problems to solve" you whined, expressing yourself to the fullest infront of her.
"Oh! Close all that crap for now, I have very exciting news for you!"
You raised an eyebrow, dropping your pencil instantly. Homework could wait. Janet's exciting news face was not something you ignored.
"What kind of news?"
She reached into her oversized handbag and produced a glossy flyer, pressing it into your hands with barely contained energy.
You looked down at it.
HYBE × GEFFEN RECORDS
National Talent Search — 1986
Seeking 4 extraordinary young women to form America's next great girl group
Open auditions across Los Angeles, New York, Chicago & Atlanta
Ages 14–22 welcome
Selected artists will undergo 12–24 months of elite vocal, dance & performance training before debut.
"Auntie Janet..." You looked up slowly.
"Don't say no before I finish talking." She pointed at you, already knowing you.
"I wasn't gonna say no, I was gonna say—"
"Your dad is going to have a whole entire fit." She finished your sentence and dropped onto the couch beside you, crossing her legs.
"Yes. I know. That's why I'm here and not some stranger handing you this flyer." She tapped the paper in your hands. "I already called in. The LA auditions are in three weeks. I can take you myself."
You looked back down at the flyer. Four girls. One spot could be yours.
"The training is over a year, Janet. Dad already thinks I don't spend enough time at home as it is—"
"Hey." She tilted your chin up gently. "You let me worry about your father, okay? That's my brother. I know exactly how to handle him." A slow smile crept across her face. "Besides... you really think Michael Jackson's daughter showing up to that audition isn't going to stop every person in that room dead in their tracks?"
"That's exactly what I don't want." You said it fast, firmly. "I don't want to get in because of his name."
Janet's expression softened into something genuinely proud. She leaned back and looked at you for a moment like she was seeing something she'd planted a long time ago finally bloom.
"Then go in there and make sure they remember yours." She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "So? Three weeks. You and me. What do you say?"
You looked at the flyer one more time.
Oh fuck it.
"...What would I even audition with?"
Janet's grin split wide across her face. She grabbed your hand and shot up from the couch.
"Okay first of all, that is a yes, and second of all — clear your whole entire afternoon because we have work to do.”
before y'all mj enthusiasts come for me in the comments, im well aware that michael lived in encino during thrad era. for plot purposes, he moved out when he adopted reader, okay?
the cortis/coer youngkeukeu application form was cute, so i wanted to turn it into a fun little game (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)♡ i'm tagging all my mutuals (so i can know you all better), but no pressure if you don't wanna do it/don't follow cortis!
no pressure tags :: @kloversung @yawwni @us3rkilxz @channlust @ninisei @koiiq @b4echo & anyone else that wants to!
LOVE THIS OMG ITS SO CUTIEEE thank u koifish for da tag > < tags ( np ) @starriniqhts @tanghuyuj @candoiella @revrette @williamssbabydoll @ourhyeons @yyel1ah @twiishaa and anybody else who wants to join innnn
hi lynette, i hope you're doing fine🩷 will there be a part 3 of the calm before the storm?
hi there anon!! im great, i hope you're doing well too :)
unfortunately I don't think I'll be able to provide a pt 3 to the calm before the storm because:
1. I don't really enjoy the trope 😭😭 no hate to the people who requested it! it's js not my cup of tea and therefore (in my opinion) the execution wasn't great... i literally had no motivation for making pt 2 either
2. i don't think I'll be able to provide a satisfactory pt 3 😭😭
3. I want to focus on my new martin fic, oh qué será, because I have been extensively planning it for months 💔✌️
hypothetically if woonhak and i started dating what would you do ❤️
in this hypothetical situation i would hypothetically pester you to ask him to hook me up with all of their latest merch when a new release is announced and politely (see i'm nice) request a signature for each one before i leak you both 🤍
AS SEEN ON TV ! martin edwards , an up and coming 17 year old producer in the year 1985 , has NO idea the girl he fell for was the daughter of his first client . did i mention his first client is michael freaking jackson ?
ALTERNATIVELY all you ever wanted was something that belonged to you — a stage, a name, a life outside the shadow of the greatest entertainer in the world. and you found them, you just didn't expect to find him too, standing right in the middle of everything you were running toward.
PAIRING OF THE DECADE producer!martin x jackson!yn
ROLL CALL cortis (all mems) michael fucking jackson manon & sophia (katseye) marquise (soloist) savanna (girlset) maybe others if i feel like it
HEADS-UP slow burn strangers to lovers martin and reader are idiots profanity a lot of angst drama ignore spelling errors and bad grammar
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LET HER YAP 🗯️ ITS FINALLY HERE OMG (plzdontflopplzdontflop) guys when I tell you I did SO MUCH research on producing, I MEAN IT. yall better be grateful to me for making it realistic 🙄🙄🙄 also!! da perfectly curated playlist is linked in the title I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY READINGGG
