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Brittany Howard Album Review: What Now

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BY JORDAN MAINZER

The title of Brittany Howard's second solo album is a question we've all likely asked, many times, perhaps to nobody in particular. It's evocative of a state of exasperation after, or perhaps even during, an overwhelming event, shared or personal. For Howard, she found herself asking, "What now?" a lot during the pandemic, a time period after which she had received heaps of critical acclaim for her debut album Jaime but also recently moved from New Mexico to Nashville after a divorce. As such, the songs on What Now are inspired by the desire to not simply live in the moment during chaos, but to make moments for herself. It starts with "Earth Sign", a song Howard wrote to manifest a partner. "Out there, there's a love waiting for me," she sings, her vocals layered, over piano, bowls, and Nate Smith's jazzy drum pitter-patter, sounding as far away as ever. As the song builds into a sort of stadium soul, upbeat and burbling, Howard ascends, shouting, "It's nearly there!" In real life, she did find love after writing the song, after all. And on the album, she similarly constructs a world for each song, ones that show how much she can soar when not beholden to a singular sound.

Co-produced with Shawn Everett and using all analog instrumentation, What Now nonetheless at times sounds otherworldly and cosmic, with instrumentation to match Howard's pained falsetto. She determinedly weaves through and along with the instrumentation, reaching out to grab whatever life has in store for her. On the title track, her vocals follow her buzz-saw riffs as she sings, "You're fucking up my energy / I told the truth, so set me free," channeling her passion into chugging funk and ready to take on whatever comes her way, continuing, "If you want someone to hate, blame it on me." Howard wished for "Red Flags", meanwhile, to purposefully sound cold, a foreboding warning to herself and her tendency to ignore the predictable nadirs of relationships. It succeeds greatly in intent of vibe, with Brad Allen Williams' off-kilter tremolo guitar chords flailing atop Smith's skittering drums. When Howard screams "Don't let it die" later in the song, you can hear her desperation, so badly wanting something bad to be good.

In fact, some of What Now's most successful songs come from Howard seemingly at war with herself. She slaps bass on "Patience" alongside former Alabama Shakes bandmate Zac Cockrell, creating a funk rhythm slow-burning enough to emulate her agonizing desire for a relationship to move faster. She repeats, "All we need is a little patience, girl," but the third time through, cuts off the statement, as if to make you wait for everything to come to fruition along with her. Even more stunning is jazz/hip-hop hybrid "Samson", a classic "Should I stay or should I go?" song that features a rolling drum beat and reflective-sounding trumpet from Rod McGaha. Towards the end of the song, Howard seems to be leaning towards leaving, heartbreakingly alone in the mix when she sings, "It's getting harder not to disappoint you." Her sentiment introduces an outro of meandering and circular trumpet and guitar, a sonic interpretation of her state of mind.

Howard may never stop wondering what's around the corner, but she knows better than to speculate. "I am having the time of my life," she sings on fried funk jam "Another Day". It's why much of What Now, even when subdued, sounds so immediate. Four-on-the-floor banger "Prove It To You", bolstered by an incredible band performance highlighted by Smith's propulsive beat and Lloyd Buchanan's stabbing keys, lays it all out at the club like Howard does in relationships: "I've never been any good at falling in love / I fall so hard I never get up," she sings. And on the surface, it may seem odd for What Now to close with the realist and depressive "Every Color In Blue", but Howard's inclusion of a song where the impending rain is "all out of rainbows" makes the moments when feelings are high all the more monumental. And when the songs ends, you want to press play on the album again, to experience her highs and lows with her for another round.

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"Darling, bad luck seems endless." - Bucky Barnes - 2

Summary: You've always been haunted by bad luck your entire life, despising it deeply, until you meet someone who finds it amusing.

Character: softdark!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 .

Author's Note: Hello, everyone; this story is for thesleepover eventhosted by @the-slumberparty. What I chose is a strawberry sundae with gummy bears as the topping.

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Bucky didn’t trust you yet. To test if what you said about your lousy luck was true, he sent you to his competitor, Damien, a mafia boss who owed money to Bucky.

Damien spent most of his time at a museum. Bucky gave you an order, “And I want to see if what you said is true.”

You didn’t thoroughly dislike the idea because, as an artist, you enjoyed going to museums. The museum was a grand, historical building with high ceilings and intricate architecture. Walking through the halls filled with timeless masterpieces, you felt a sense of calm despite the task at hand.

As you wandered, you spotted Damien. He was exactly as Bucky had described: an older man, about the same age as Sir Galileo, with an air of authority and a sharp gaze. You stood at a respectful distance, admiring the same painting he was fixated on—"Portrait of Madame X."

Noticing your interest, Damien turned to you. “A fine piece, isn’t it?” he said, his voice rich and cultured. “John Singer Sargent’s ‘Portrait of Madame X’. It caused quite a scandal when it was first exhibited.”

You listened intently as he explained the history and significance of the painting. His passion for art was evident, and you found yourself genuinely engaged in the conversation.

Suddenly, your phone rang. It was Bucky. “Where’s the bad luck? I see you talking to him without anything happening,” he demanded.

“Uhm…” You hesitated. You never knew when bad luck would strike.

Just then, a scream pierced the air. “Kyaa!”

You turned to see another visitor pointing in horror. The painting you had been admiring had fallen off the wall, landing dangerously close to Damien. You were too stunned to speak.

“No kidding,” Bucky muttered through the phone, equally shocked. It seemed impossible for a securely hung painting to suddenly fall in a museum. He was beginning to believe your curse might be real.

For the second test, Bucky sent you to a café. “Just choose a table and sit near my other competitor, Ivan. It’s an easy task,” he instructed.

You entered the cozy café, its atmosphere warm and inviting with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and pastries. You found a table near Ivan and started sketching another jewelry design for Bucky.

Ivan, seated nearby, glanced over and noticed your drawing. “That’s quite impressive,” he remarked, leaning in slightly.

“Thank you,” you replied, offering a polite smile.

“What inspires your designs?” he asked, genuinely curious.

Before you could answer, a waitress tripped and spilled a hot cup of coffee right onto Ivan’s thigh. He yelped in pain and surprise, the conversation abruptly ending.

Bucky, watching everything unfold on a screen, was astounded. “You really do bring bad luck.”

“...” You remained silent, unsure of how to respond.

“But I’m getting all the advantages,” Bucky continued with a sly grin. “Thank you.”

You didn’t know whether to feel offended or relieved that Bucky was starting to believe you.

The last incident that convinced Bucky was when he brought you to a ball party hosted by another gangster whom Bucky despised, who was there to show off his wealth.

The host planned to reveal a rare diamond during the party, but it was stolen. This was unexpected and seemingly impossible due to the high level of security. While everyone else panicked, Bucky remained calm. He looked at you and said, "You’re my lucky charm."

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All these experiences made your once dull life exciting. You started to appreciate the bad luck you had. You realized that working with Sir Galileo was the longest job you had ever held.

One day, you asked him if he had ever faced misfortune. Surprisingly, he said, “I did. My former driver got into an accident, and the electricity short-circuited on the first day you worked here.”

You were shocked and felt guilty. “It must be because of me.”

He shook his head and said, “It’s nothing. I’ve lived a long time and faced a lot of things, especially working with gangsters and mafia. I just keep on living.”

‘Just keep on living.’ He’s right. Even with bad luck, you continued living. Life always punched you to the ground, but you got back up again.

Slowly, you started liking your bad luck. You experienced exciting events, even assisting Bucky in getting rid of his rival businesses.

But then you noticed that your bad luck didn’t happen as often. In fact, you started getting lucky.

You found $100 on the street one day, got a free coffee when the barista mistakenly made an extra, and even won a small prize in a local raffle. It felt like life was turning around.

Curious, you revisited the same paranormal. She said, “Bad luck left after you started liking it.”

“How?” you asked, bewildered.

“It’s complicated,” she replied with a knowing smile.

You still couldn’t believe it. You remembered the saying, “Fall in love with your problems, and maybe they will leave you too.”

Damn. Even bad luck left you.

If there was no bad luck, how could you help Bucky?

Since then, you stopped meeting Bucky, leaving him wondering. Days turned into weeks, and Bucky felt your absence deeply. Determined, he went to find you.

“Do you think I only wanted you because of your bad luck?” he asked, his eyes searching yours.

“Didn’t you?” you replied, your heart pounding.

Bucky stepped closer, his gaze intense. “I said before, you’re the only woman who’s willing to risk her life for me.”

You felt a warmth spread through you as he spoke. "Bucky, I—"

He interrupted, "It's not just your bad luck. It's you. You're brave, resilient, and you’ve changed my life in ways I never expected. I don't want to lose that. I don't want to lose you."

You looked into his eyes, seeing a depth of sincerity that took your breath away. "I never thought I'd hear you say that," you said softly.

"I mean it," he replied, taking your hand in his. "You bring something into my life that no one else ever has. Bad luck or not, I want you with me."

For a moment, you hesitated, memories of your past misfortunes flashing through your mind. But then you realized that with Bucky, you had faced and overcome those challenges together. And now, without the constant shadow of bad luck, you felt a new kind of strength.

"You really mean it?" you asked, needing to be sure.

He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, I do. We make a great team. And I want us to continue, no matter what comes our way."

You smiled back, feeling a sense of relief and joy wash over you. "Alright, Bucky. Let's face the future together."

With that, he pulled you into a tender embrace, holding you close. "Thank you," he whispered. "For everything."

You looked up at him, your heart full. "Thank you for believing in me."

From that moment on, your life with Bucky was filled with new adventures, challenges, love, and support. Together, you faced whatever came your way, more vital than ever. And you knew that, no matter what, you would always have each other.

-the end-

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Kinktober 2023

Hello! Welcome to my (late) kinktober post!

My Masterlist

I have to be honest I forgot about it completely, I’m so sorry! That happens when you’re too busy with college and work😣

But now here we are and I’ll try to post some oneshots/drabbles as often as possible!:) it won’t be in order but if you see something you’d be more interested in, you can leave a comment and I may try to work on the specific kink a bit sooner^^ check out @jamneuromain blog, she’s writing amazing fics and often helps me with ideas (also with some of the kinks in the list below!) give her some love!

you are responsible for the kind and amount of media you consume, therefore if you find something you don't like, don’t read it, just skip it:)

And also read the tags/warnings before continuing on! Everything on this list is for users that are 18+ !

Daddy kink

Mommy kink

Voyeurism/Exhibitionism with Lloyd Hansen

Breeding kink with Andy Barber

Authority kink

Bondage

Threesome with Stucky

Size kink

Praise kink

Degradation

Somno + cockwarming with Lloyd Hansen

Masturbation, sex toy with Jake Jensen

Lactation Kink

Virginity with Lloyd Hansen

CBT

Latex kink

Temperature play

Spanking

Con-noncon

Pegging

Watersports with Lloyd

Role play with Jake Jensen

Body worship with Steve Rogers

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Monster fucking

As you can see I don’t have all kinks yet, you know what that means? It’s up to you what kinks I could add to the list😇 feel free to comment or flood my inbox! Also you can give me a hint which character you’d like to see with the kinks that are without one;)

Does anyone want to be added to a tag list?! Yes? Then comment here and be active with leaving feedback and reblogging when I’ll be posting the first kinktober Drabble!❤️

reblogs and/or comments are appreciated:)

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Tutoring - Part 2

A/N: Written for the @the-slumberparty​ Bingo card, combining "Spy AU" and "Family Gathering" (a bit weak, but it still holds) and "Fake Dating". Reader is referred to as she/her but no other descriptors. This is about 3k words!

Warnings: Death of a character. Coercion. Forced touch. Kidnapping. Mention of blood. As always, please let me know if I left any out.

You start waking up but something feels off. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t heard your alarm. Maybe it was the fact you were having a harder time waking up than normal. Then you realized, you couldn’t see, move or speak. 

Fighting the urge to panic, you try to figure out what you are able. As your senses gather you pick up that you are wearing a blindfold and tied up, most likely to a chair. The distinctive smell of duct tape tells you why you can’t speak. Your breathing starts ramping up as you realize your situation. 

To your right you hear the sound of a door opening and a painfully familiar voice saying, “ah yes. The bitch is finally awake.” 

Lloyd Hansen. The bodyguard you had gotten fired. Only one meeting and he proved himself to be creepy, annoying and all around aggravating. Your brain remembers the last thing before you had fallen unconscious was his smell and his voice. You become frozen in fear.

“Did you really think you’d never see me again, Cupcake?” You remain frozen and he chuckles, “if you don’t at least give me a shake of your head I will smack you back to reality.” You lightly shake your head “no” and Lloyd pats your head as he calls you a good girl. You’re grateful for the blindfold so he can’t see you roll your eyes. 

Another set of footsteps walks in and you hear a voice ask, “what the hell is this, Lloyd? You were supposed to get Parker.”

“Change of plans, Nick,” Lloyd responds. “This little minx got me fired from that bodyguard job before I could nab Parker. So, instead of holding him hostage for Stark’s secrets, we’re gonna use her to get into Stark Tower where one of your guys can hack his secrets directly.”

“You got fired from the bodyguard gig?”

“Well, yeah, but we’ve still got a way to get Stark’s information that’s more traditional in terms of espionage and corporate spying.”

“Remove her gag and mask.”

Lloyd moves quickly and you let out a small sob of fear when the gag is removed. When the blindfold is removed you blink several times trying to bring your vision into focus. As your eyes adjust the man you assume to be Nick grabs your chin and makes you look at him. You can feel his ice blue eyes look into your soul and you cry a little again. 

“So how did you get him fired,” Nick asked. You explained to him about Peter’s tutoring session and that the other bodyguards confirmed it was the final straw in getting Lloyd fired. Nick let go of your chin and turned to Lloyd, “you know, this is sort of my fault. You’ve never been known for subtlety or blending in, have you Lloyd?”

Lloyd gave Nick a big smile, “you know me, Nick. I’m much better at the shooting and torture. But while that original plan is fucked, we’ve got a solid back-up plan. She got an invite to Parker’s graduation party because of the tutoring gig. We set up one of your hackers as her date, send them in, and boom, we’ve got Stark’s blueprints!”

Nick turned to you, “is it true you got an invite?” You nod, not sure you can trust your voice. He continues to stare at you, contemplating. Lloyd starts to speak again but Nick pulls out a gun and shoots him three times in the chest. You scream as Lloyd’s body drops. Your tears are running free and you can’t help shaking in terror. 

“He was such an idiot,” Nick said. He puts his gun away while mumbling something about “not even able to shoot a guy handcuffed to a bench.” He grabs a chair and sits directly in front of you, elbows on his knees as he leans forward. 

“Look at me,” he demands. You hesitate and he repeats himself with more force, “Look. At. Me.” You try to steady yourself as you look back into his cold eyes. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. As much as I would love to just let you go, you know I can’t.” Your sobs get louder and you try to look away but he grabs your chin and turns your head towards him. “That doesn’t mean you can’t be useful. Lloyd’s back-up plan wasn’t entirely shit, and I think with the right…motivation, you’ll be happy to help me out.”

“Now, the Stark family party is in just a few days. You’re going to go with a ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’ who will be chosen for you in a few hours. You’re going to do whatever they need to get into off-limits areas of the Tower. As long as you behave, you get to live. We obviously know where you live and can easily find out everything else about you. Keep your mouth shut afterwards, you’ll start receiving a regular paycheck. A little help with those student loans. Do you understand?”

Your tears have slowed down as your brain is trying to process everything. He gently shakes your head and gives you a meaningful look. “I…I…understand. I’ll behave.”

“Glad to hear it. In the meantime, let’s get you untied and moved to a different room. One with a lot less blood.”

You’re curled up into a ball and crying in your cell when you hear a knock at the door. Startled out of your thoughts you instinctively say, “yes?” The door opens and in walks a young man with spiked hair, glasses and a goatee. He’s carrying a couple of trays of food and smiles at you.

“Hi there, I’m Jake.” He hands you one of the trays. “Figured we could get to know each other over some food. Not the most romantic of first dates, but I find the best cover includes grains of truth.”

Sitting up on your cot you take the proffered tray. Your stomach rumbles and you realize you don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve eaten. Jake must’ve heard your stomach because he smiles sympathetically as he sits next to you. You try to move away but he puts his arm around your shoulders and says, “we have to get used to this proximity. No one’s going to believe we’ve been dating if you’re always fidgeting away from me.” 

You freeze at his words but he keeps his arm over your shoulder and says, a little too cheerfully to you, “don’t worry. I’ll be a perfect gentleman the whole time. The most I’ll ever do is the arm around the shoulder, holding hands, very family friendly stuff, okay?” Your slight nod doesn’t seem to be answer enough and he continues, “I know I seem the stereotypical hacker incel type but I’m not. I genuinely like my dates to be willing participants. And besides, I don’t date coworkers, which we are!”

Thinking about what you have to do your head drops in shame. Peter was a good kid who loved his adoptive family and they clearly loved him. And yet, you were going to play a key role in hurting all of them. Some tears start coming as you try to eat calmly. Jake gently wipes away the tears near him while eating and you resist the urge to pull away. 

“You’re gonna do great,” Jake assures. “Now, let’s get our backstory figured out.”

Jake drives the two of you to the party. Before you had left Nick made sure to remind you about potential consequences, and rewards, for your behavior. You were given back your phone with notices that everything you did on it would be tracked and if you left Jake’s side at all, you would be caught and killed. You’re all jitters as you get closer to the party and Jake takes your hand. In normal circumstances it would be comforting, but now it’s a reminder to calm yourself down and behave. 

You’re grateful that the party has so many people, it makes it easier to not be the focus of anyone’s attention. At least you don’t have to put on a fake smile the whole time as you’re keeping all the details of your and Jake’s “relationship” running through your head. He’s gently guiding you around under the pretense of trying to find the food or being a Stark fanboy but you know he’s looking for a side room. 

“Y/N! You made it!” Peter practically bearhugs you causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. “I’m so glad to see you! I was worried when your RSVP took so long.”

“Oh, well,” you stutter. “Finals, you know?”

“Geez, I didn’t even think of that! I know you’ve probably aced all of them.”

“Fingers crossed,” you smile, praying your fear and despair don’t show through. 

“And who did you bring with you?”

“This is my boyfriend, Jake. Jake, this is Peter and this party is for him.”

“Nice to meet you,” Jake shakes his hand. “I’ve heard a lot of good stuff about you from Y/N.”

“Boyfriend? When Ari asked you out you told him you were waiting until after finals?” Peter looks at you like a confused puppy. You freeze for a second before grabbing Jake’s hand, “what can I say? My computer science tutor swept me off my feet.” Peter nods in understanding. You’re saved from further explanation by Mr. Stark’s calling for Peter to join him at the main table. He says a quick goodbye and runs off.

“That was some very quick thinking,” Jake compliments. “Come with me, I think I’ve got a spot figured out. If anyone asks, just say we were looking for a makeout spot.” The thought of kissing Jake makes you nauseous but you nod in agreement as he pulls you along behind him. Finding a hallway Jake pulls out his phone, which you suspect is more powerful than your gaming computer, and starts following some tracker you can’t see while you follow him.

He tries a door and finds it locked but his phone bypasses whatever biometric security is installed and he leads you into the room. Motioning for you to sit he gently closes the door and pulls some cords out of his pockets. He’s plugging his phone into some outlets and you don’t bother trying to ask what he’s doing. You’re still burning in shame and gently start rocking yourself to try to keep calm. Your fear isn’t helped when you start hearing Jake talking to his phone like it’s misbehaving. “No. No. Don’t do that. Try this! Don’t test me. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!”

He bolts upright and tries to run for the door but it’s opened by James and Ari, guns drawn. You scream and start bawling as Jake puts his hands up and backs away from the door. The giant bodyguards move forward, guns focused on Jake, not sparing a glance your way. Behind them you hear the famous voice of Tony Stark, “Jensen! I’d say it’s a pleasure but we both know that’s a lie. Did you really think I wouldn’t have your signature figured out?”

“To be fair,” Jensen replies, “I have had serious success before.”

“Yes, and your previous successes helped me and JARVIS figure out your patterns.” Tony stays behind James and Ari. He turns and gives you a look you can’t read through your tears and sobbed apologies. Turning back to Jake he asks, “so who hired you this time? Max? Hammer? The Matrix?”

“C’mon Stark, you know I can’t tell you. I am a professional, after all.”

“A professional who kidnaps young women? Forces them to play at being your girlfriend?”

“That wasn’t me, that was my unnamed employer. He set up the situation and proffered payment upon receipt of the goods. Whatever deal she made with them was not my concern.”

“Mr. Stark,” you whisper. “Please. Please, I didn’t want to do this. I swear. He…he threatened to kill me and my family. I swear…I’d never…I…” your sobs pick up again and you hear Tony tell Ari to take you to another room and “wait for Romanoff to chat with her.” Ari puts his gun away and helps you to your feet. 

“Oh, Mr. Stark, there’s one more thing.” You focus on Tony, making sure to not look at Jake, lest you lose your nerve. “My phone has to be near his or that guy will think I’ve run…” you hold out your phone to Tony and he takes it from your hand. 

“Barnes, I’m gonna put this phone in your pocket,” he turns to James who nods in response. “And I’m going to go ahead and hold onto your phone, Jensen.” Jake gives you a glare as he hands over his phone to Tony. Before he can say anything, Ari is pulling you out of the room and walking you down the hall.

You’re in what you can only describe as an interrogation room. Ari is standing just outside but at least he was nice enough to give you some water. You can only hope that they believe you that you didn’t want to do this. 

A noise at the door gets you out of your thoughts. The door opens and you see a beautiful woman, red hair and green eyes. She’s tiny compared to Ari, who is standing behind her, but everything about her tells you she could easily take him out if she needed to. She walks into the room and sits across the table from you. She asks Ari to refill your water and when he’s out of the room she gives you a soft smile.

“Call me Nat. Y/N, before you were allowed to be Peter’s tutor I made sure to do an extensive background check on you.” Her voice is somehow gentle and also no-nonsense. “I have no reason to believe you were a willing participant in all of this.” You cry tears of relief and she holds your hand, only pulling it back when Ari walked in with your water.

“Ari, on the other hand,” she said, her tone noticeably sharper, “failed to do more than a preliminary background check on Hansen, thus putting you and Peter in danger.” Ari kept his head down and his mouth shut. “Now, we’re working on clearing out your apartment and phone of any and all bugs and stalkers that may have been installed. Until then, you’re staying here, under our protection.”

“But…but I…” you’re trying to put the words together. 

“If you’re worried about your finals, don’t.” Nat’s tone did not allow for argument. “You are under serious duress and if your university doesn’t allow you to take your exams here, take them late, or some other accommodation, we have access to the best lawyers on the planet and we will make sure you get to take them.”

You nod your thanks, eyes wide with amazement at how quickly things are going back in your favor.

“While you are here,” Nat continues, “you will be under our protection. Ari was just recently demoted down to “grunt” and will likely be your primary. If you’d, understandably, prefer someone else, just let me know.”

“No, I…I trust Ari.” 

Nat raises an eyebrow and looks at Ari, “you fuck up again, I castrate you.” Ari just nods, but he looks at you with gratitude. 

It’s been over a month since you were kidnapped. Nat and Tony followed through on their promises. You were able to take your finals, pass, and get your degree. At Pepper’s suggestion they also made sure to get you to a therapist. You never found out what happened to Nick or Jake. Once Nat told you they were taken care of, you never wanted to think about them ever again.

You’ve got good job prospects. You’ve made good, protective friends like James. And, now that you’re not a client, your romantic relationship with Ari is off to a strong start. Between him, Nat, James and Mr. Stark, you’ve little to fear.

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Joseph Rogers amassed power and money, along the way he had many women and the kids to prove it. Upon his passing his eldest took up the role of leading the family. Its the next generations turn to run the business and expand the family.

As parts are added the order will change depending on where they belong in the series.

Status: Ongoing

Meet the Family

Meet the Wives

The Wedding Aesthetics

My Notes

The Introducations Stories:

When Steve Met Annie

When Frank Endured Daphne

When Curtis Saved Chole

When Juliana Coerced Lloyd

When Andy Advocated for Aria

When Ransom Submitted to Tori

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Let Me Love You | 1 - B. Barnes

Character: college!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: On a mysterious, rainy night, Bucky witnesses a distressing encounter involving his crush.

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Fast-food restaurants are always the quick choice for exhausted students after learning a lesson.

Today, WHAM Burger near St. Louis University is bustling with customers, mostly college students from the university. The aroma of sizzling burgers and the familiar hum of conversations fill the air.

Inside the restaurant, everyone stands in line at the cashier or fiddles with the self-order machine. Even the drive-thru is buzzing with activity. Most cars have to wait, but for Bucky, who is behind the wheel, the wait is inconsequential. However, his friends, Steve and Sam, seem less patient.

“Their double cheeseburgers are delicious. But eating them three times a week? I'm going to hate my favorite food, Bucky,” Steve remarks from the back seat.

Bucky rolls his eyes. “There are other choices, like salads.”

Sam laughs, fingers dancing on his phone screen. “You'd have to put a gun to Steve's head if you want him to eat a salad.”

Bucky chuckles, his eyes focused on the road. Sam and Steve sigh, observing their friend who has become a love fool. Almost every week, they find themselves at this fast-food haven. There's a particular reason Bucky insists on coming here.

Finally, their car inches forward to the cashier's window. Bucky rolls down the window and is greeted by a familiar face.

“Welcome to WHAM Burger. Oh, hi, guys!” Your bright voice cuts through the air, and the trio of friends can't help but smile.

“Hi, Y/N,” Sam and Steve chime in, well aware that Bucky becomes speechless when he sees you.

You flash them a genuine smile, recognizing the familiar faces. Your fingers swiftly input their usual order. “You guys just got back from the chess club?”

Bucky nods, attempting to say more but finding his words stuck. He never anticipated becoming a lovefool, but he fell for you the first time he laid eyes on you.

It was on a snowy day when Bucky first saw you. A girl, squatting down to rescue a stray cat. That quiet moment led to him forgetting his chess tournament appointment, instead accompanying you to the nearby shelter.

You, a stranger in the area, had just landed a part-time job at the fast-food joint. Bucky admired your selflessness and love for animals. Even though you couldn't adopt the cat, he assured you someone would. In gratitude, you treated him to hot chocolate, and in that instant, Bucky fell in love.

However, his friends later shattered his newfound joy, revealing that you had a boyfriend, the quarterback, Lloyd Hansen, and that you were childhood sweethearts.

Back in the present, your cheerful voice snaps Bucky out of his reminiscence. “Thank you so much. Please come again.”

“Yes, yes, I will,” Bucky mumbles, grabbing the card from your hand. The slight touch sends a jolt through him, and he can't help feeling like a creep.

As Bucky drives away from the drive-thru, Sam and Steve enjoy their fries, teasing Bucky about moving on.

“Dude, you need to move on. If not, both of us are going to gain weight,” Steve says, munching on his cheeseburger.

Bucky rolls his eyes. "I didn't invite you." Despite not being explicitly invited, the three always go home together since they live in the same apartment building, and WHAM Burger is conveniently on the way.

Bucky huffs, but he can't stay mad at them. After all, they've been his closest friends since high school. Despite their advice, he can't fathom why his feelings for you continue to grow. If there's a love cupid, Bucky can't help but blame it, as the cupid seems to have misfired its arrow onto the wrong target.

In the rearview mirror, Sam and Steve exchange knowing glances, silently hoping their friend will soon find a way to move on from his unrequited love.

Reader P.O.V

“Shit… shit.” You blame yourself for not bringing an umbrella with you, even though since the morning, you noticed the clouds had a dark color.

You protect the food bag to make sure it doesn't get wet. You had just finished your shift when your boyfriend, Lloyd, texted you to bring food to his practice.

Lloyd and you have been together since childhood, crowned as king and queen at prom night. Everyone says that both of you are a sweet couple.

Lloyd got a full scholarship for his athletics and is studying law. Meanwhile, you received half a scholarship. St. Louis is a prestigious university with famous alumni.

It has been your dream to study here, and you also want to stay with Lloyd. However, growing up, you learned to be responsible on your own, managing your own money and working.

Between studies, clubs, and part-time jobs, you and Lloyd used to be close, but now, it's getting difficult to meet. Lloyd has become busy with practices and interviews since he brought a championship to the university.

But you want to make this relationship work.

When the bus stops in front of the university, you have to run to the university gym.

You sprint as fast as you can despite the heavy rain.

Lloyd is lifting weights when he sees you soaking wet. He grabs a towel and dries your hair. “Thanks, babe. You came all the way here.”

You reply, “It's alright.”

“Has the food arrived?” A female voice is heard from behind you.

You turn around and see a girl with perfect hair, wearing a training outfit that accentuates her body curves.

You glance down at yourself still wearing your work uniform and a jacket.

Lloyd says, “Yup. Here you go,” as he hands the food bag to Nicky. She's the daughter of the university football sponsor. Lloyd have mentioned her name a few times. But everytime you hear her name, you don't feel secure.

You clench your fist, watching their interaction. Lloyd gives Nicky the food you brought with effort through this heavy rain, and Nicky shows a shy smile towards him.

Your heart sinks as you catch the subtle exchange of glances between them. The smile that Lloyd reserves for you is now being shared with someone else. It feels like a stab in the chest, a betrayal you didn't see coming.

Lloyd looks at you. “Could you wait for a while? We will go back together.”

You put on a fake smile that you've mastered at work. “No, it's alright. I came here with an Uber car. The driver is waiting for me.” You lied; your phone battery had already died.

Lloyd nods. “Alright, text me when you've arrived.”

“Okay.”

You turn and walk faster to avoid the eyes of the bystanders. You don’t want your effort to be judged.

When you get out from the building, the rain is still pouring heavily. You grit your teeth. Is this your unluckiest day?

You run faster to the bus stop while crying.

“Y/N.”

You think your ears have mistaken you. With this heavy rain, you hear someone call your name.

It's impossible.

“Y/N!”

The voice becomes clearer. You turn around and see the silhouette getting closer. He comes running while holding an umbrella.

“Bucky?”

Bucky was just walking out from the library. He was in the chess club when he saw you running from the university gym. He wonders what the heck you are doing alone in this heavy rain.

When he sees your eyes red and your nose, it seems like you've just cried. The same happened when he found out you had a boyfriend; his eyes and nose were red too.

And he sees you coming out of the gym; that means the cause is related to Lloyd.

But now he can't let you be like this. He gives you his umbrella and runs back to the library.

You are stunned while holding the umbrella. Bucky suddenly appears, giving you the umbrella, and runs away.

You try to catch up with him, but he runs too fast. You can only shout, “Bucky, thank you!”

Tomorrow, you have to say thank you to Bucky. At least today, someone cared for you. You feel gratitude and confusion at the rain-soaked bus stop. Bucky's unexpected act of kindness adds another layer to your swirling emotions.

The next day, when you went to find Bucky, he wasn't in class. Both of you studied business.

Steve told you, "Bucky got a fever, so he stayed at home." You felt guilty when you heard that because the reason why he got sick is because of last night; he gave you his umbrella.

You asked Steve, "Can I visit him?" Steve couldn't believe what he just heard, but if you came to visit Bucky, perhaps his fever would be gone in a second. "Sure, I'll give you the address," he said, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

You nodded appreciatively, saying, "Thank you," with a sincere smile.

‘Cough, cough.’

Bucky poured water into a glass. He had a fever and a sore throat because of the rain last night. The relentless downpour seemed to echo the storm within him, a storm fueled by the regret of not bringing you home with his car. He couldn't shake the thought that if he had, perhaps he wouldn't be in this sickly state.

‘Knock. Knock.’

He opened the door, never expecting to find you standing there. You held a steaming bowl of hot soup in your hands. “Bucky, I’m sorry. Because of me, you got sick.”

Bucky shyly answered, the lines of worry etched on his face. It wouldn't matter if he had to cross a sea of fire; he would do it for you. “No, it’s not because of you.” He grabbed the food you brought, appreciating the warmth it brought, both physically and emotionally. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”

You shook your head, a genuine smile gracing your face. “You really helped me last night. Thank you.”

Feeling restless and vulnerable in his weakened state, Bucky looked at you nervously and said, “I have something to tell you.”

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Buy my heart - 1

✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~1,2k

✦ Rating for this part: Mature

✦ Warnings/tags: Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Reader, slow burn, eventual smut, omega auction.

✦ Summary: Bucky buys you

✦ Note: Due note that this is a drabble series, the parts will be short but I still hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to come back and read Lloyd's series, set in the same verse! 😉 Bucky's scent is based of my favorite perfume of all time ÆTHER XTRÆM 🤤Reblogs, comments and asks are much appreciated!

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Everything is numb. As you stand on the podium in front of the faceless crowd with the lights in your eyes, you don't feel a thing, except the uncomfortable sensation of scent blocker on your skin. As soon as you pulled the thin dress on for the auction you decided that the only way you would survive this is if you just turn every emotion off.

Paddles go up. Paddles go down. The man beside you rambles fast but you don't listen. It's not irrelevant how much you sell for, since your family needs it to pay off their debt, but you can't take it in.

Instead, you focus on your breathing. The mask-covered mass in front of you is grass on a meadow on a windy day. Breathe in. They sway towards you. Breathe out. They sway away.

You don't want to look at who raises their paddle the most, and even if you did, you wouldn't be able to identify them since everyone's face is concealed by the same black mask. But you'd find yourself scrutinizing their hands and build, trying to guess if they're old or young. Honestly, you dread both: a young pup with an overly cocky attitude who knows nothing about caring for an omega, or an old lone wolf who is too frail to do anything himself and would require constant care.

The sharp crack of the club startles you from your self-induced meditation. That's when you finally hear the sum you've been sold for and some of the tension in your shoulders drains away. It's enough. Your family will be fine.

An attendant leads you away through dark corridors before leaving you in another changing room. They've brought your old clothes but you don't touch them. They smell like home. Like your family. And you can't go into this new life with it, you have to leave it behind.

If the attendant is confused about you still wearing the sheer dress they provided when they come and collect you, they don't let it show before walking you out.

The air is cold against your skin but there is a car idling just outside. Well, it's a limo. The driver opens the door and gestures for you to climb inside. Guess this is your ride. Time to meet your alpha.

Pressing down every feeling of panic and dread you walk on bare feet the short distance. The door shutting just behind you makes you jump. A moment later, the car starts moving.

The first thing you notice is that it's dim in the back of the limousine since the tinted windows don't let the streetlights in. The only illumination comes from small spots in the ceiling.

The second thing you notice is him. He's at the other end of the seat. Maskless with a glass of something in his hand that he swirls before taking a sip, staring at you over the rim. He's tall, broad-shouldered, short hair that looks soft with a neatly trimmed beard framing his face.

Then the smell hits you. It's easy to filter out the artificial notes of his cologne from what is his pure natural smell. It's a woody musky scent with a light tone of florals buried beneath that is not sharp or strong. It just fills your lungs with a warm, sensual feeling. For the first time in your life, you think you understand what other omegas rave about when they say that the smell of alpha is unlike anything else. The omega in you wants to slide up to him and rub yourself all over him, but you resist.

“Hello, little darling,” his rich voice fills the compartment. “Hello, sir,” you respond and is pleased when your voice doesn't waiver. “My name is James Buchanan Barnes. I prefer if you call me Bucky.” “Bucky,” you try, and nod, although it feels odd on your tongue. You've never addressed an alpha by a nickname before.

He doesn't ask for your name and you don't offer it, the less personal this is for you, the better. Bucky might have bought your body but your mind is still your own and he can never take it away from you. If he never calls you by your name, the better.

“Why do you still have that dress on?” he asks. You pluck at the fabric. “I couldn't take my old clothes with me.” “And no shoes?” “No, sir. I mean, Bucky.”

He picks up his phone. You hear the dial tone and then a woman's voice answers at the other end. “We need clothes, all types, but for tonight just get some underwear and something to sleep in. Then he directs his attention to you. “What size are you?” After hesitating a second, you tell him and he passes the information along before he hangs up.

The car slows and sounds as if it's driving on gravel. Bucky finishes his drink and studies you. There is a tick in his jaw as if he's irritated. Without a word, he starts taking off his suit jacket.

The blood in your veins turns cold and you press yourself back against the door. You don't want him to touch you. The dress might be sheer but the thought of being naked with him in the back of the limo is not appealing in the least.

But his actions surprise you. He holds out the jacket for you. “Wear this. My men are loyal but I don't need them to ogle you and get distracted.” There is no hiding the way your fingers tremble as you take it from him. After putting it on you realize that in a way, he's marked you with his scent now, but without touching you. It shouldn't make you pleased, but it does.

When the car comes to a stop you reach for the handle but with something very close to a growl he instructs, “Wait there,” before stepping out. You pull your hand back quickly and place it in your lap. Moments later the door opens. “Since you don't have any shoes, I'll carry you,” he explains, reaching for you, but you shuffle away. “I'll be fine, I promise, you don't need to do that.” His jaw ticks again. “No, you will hurt your feet, darling. Come here, now.” You hesitate still, but you're not prepared to find out what the next tell of irritation might be, or if the twitch in his jaw is the only warning you're going to get.

You move closer to him and hardly have time to process what happens before you're in his arms. He carries you near his body with your face pressed against his fine dress shirt. It's dark outside but the mansion he carries you towards is well lit. There is no doubt James Buchanan Barnes is a very rich man.

After stepping inside he still doesn't put you down. You want to object but decide against it as he carries you up a flight of stairs and into a room, where he puts you down on a soft carpet, then steps back.

“Clothes should be here in about twenty minutes. When was the last time you ate?” “Uhm, this morning?” “Allergies?” “No, but I really don’t like tomatoes.” “I'll inform the chef,” he nods, before continuing, “This is your room. Mine is across the hall. For tonight, stay here, I'll have food brought up. Tomorrow I’ll give you a tour and we'll talk about what is expected of you going forward.” You nod. “I suggest you take a nice long bath, before eating and going to bed.” “Yes, Bucky.” Your obedience seems to please him because the lines between his eyebrows disappear. “Have a good night, little darling.” And then he leaves.

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Broken Hearts. Part 4

Warnings- Angst, threats, possessiveness, manipulation.

The image of your tear-stained cheeks and exhausted form, haunted Nick as he observed your slumber.

Carrying you gently, bridal style, he took great care to ensure your comfort. When he stepped back into the house, Lloyd stood frozen, his worry evident as Nick shook his head, silently requesting silence.

Nick cautiously laid you down on the bed, his touch tender and protective. Stepping out to join Lloyd, Nick found Lloyd's impatience palpable, unable to hide his frustration and concern.

Lloyd's impatience spiked as he demanded answers from Nick. “Will you tell me what's going on? Why does her face look like she's been crying for hours?” His voice carried a mix of anger and desperation. Nick, sensing Lloyd's frustration, calmly gestured for his friend to wait.

He knew that Andy's presence would help provide clarity. When Andy finally arrived, Nick expressed his gratitude, to which Andy responded, “I got here as fast as I could, man.”

Lloyd's impatience and anger exploded as he yelled, “If you're done with the pleasantries, what the hell is going on?”

Nick sighed wearily, rubbing a hand across his face, his frustration palpable. His voice laced with worry, he filled Andy and Lloyd in on the phone call between you and Steve.

“That's it! He deserves to be twelve feet under! How dare he threat my sugar?!” Lloyd seethed, his fists clenching at his sides. “Don't do anything stupid, I'm angry too. But we need to sort this out in a different manner.” Andy suggests, to which Nick agrees.

Nick's fists clenched tightly as he relayed the details of Steve's threat, his voice laced with frustration. “That bastard is threatening Y/n with some video, some guy named Barnes made, and she has no idea about it!”

Upon hearing the name Barnes, Lloyd's eyes widened, a flicker of recognition sparking in his gaze. “Barnes?” he echoed. “Do you know him?” Nick asks. “Bucky Barnes as in ‘James Buchanan Barnes’ is Steve's best friend,” he confirmed, his voice low and intense. “But I don’t know, how he is involved in this.”

“We need to know, if he is serious about the video, what if he is lying to get Y/n back?” Andy suggests.

“We should just kill him,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his fists clenched fiercely. “He's crossed a line, threatened Sugar, and now we know he's linked to Bucky.” The room's tension thickened as Lloyd's fierce declaration hung in the air, the gravity of his suggestion palpable.

Nick's voice was steady and filled with understanding as he appealed to Lloyd's rationality. “Listen, Lloyd... I know you want to take matters into your own hands, believe me, I do too. But Steve's been digging around. He knows about you, May and her family. Y/N went through hell on that phone call. She panicked and begged, but Steve, the son of a bitch that he is, gave her no choice and just ended the call.”

The room fell silent as your voice, heavy with sadness, cut through the conversation. “Lloyd?” you softly spoke, capturing his attention.

His head snapped in your direction, and he immediately pulled you into a warm embrace, providing comfort as you let your tears flow. As you sobbed quietly against Lloyd, he gently held you, his protective presence providing solace amidst the storm.

Lloyd's voice was gruff but soothing as he whispered comforting words, “Shh, Sugar, no more crying. I'll take care of that bastard. Nick told me everything.” He carefully guided you over to the couch, his strong, protective arms still enveloping you, ensuring you felt safe and secure.

Your voice quivered as you shared your fears with Lloyd, the weight of Steve's threats hanging heavily in the air. “Steve is going to ruin my life, if I don't go back to him like a good wife.” you confessed between sobs, the desperation in your eyes evident. The thought of being trapped in Steve's control, being his obedient wife, sent shivers down your spine.

“No, he won't.” Andy assures you, sitting next to you, taking your hands in his. Nick sits on the coffee table in front of you and cups your face, “I told you, me and Lloyd will deal with him. And we will make him pay.”

“If he dares to use the video against you or even if he is lying, just to threaten you, he will not like what happens.” Lloyd smirks rubbing your back. 

Andy's voice broke through the emotional storm, his words sharp and resolute. “Steve really goofed up this time, Y/n. Threatening you? That's against the law.” Andy stated firmly, his gaze fixed on you, offering a glimmer of legal reassurance.

Lloyd's demeanor hardened as he offered a reassuring statement, “Don't you worry, sugar. My trustworthy man is en-route with more information.” The mention of having a reliable source of information added a flicker of hope in the midst of the tumultuous situation.

 As you all are waiting for Lloyd's guy to show up, Lloyd asks you about Bucky. “Sugar how do you know Barnes?”

You stiffen a bit, but Lloyd rubs your back to comfort you sensing your distress. You relax a bit sitting in the middle between Andy and Lloyd and Nick in front of you, you feel safe, surrounded by people who genuinely care for you.

“I met Bucky, before Steve… In fact, he told me he is best friends with Steve.” You look down in your lap, as you bring up your past. Nick gently presses your knee, encouraging you to carry on, you smile.

“Prom night, we met at prom I was alone…” “You were alone?” Lloyd interrupts, making Andy and Nick glare at him, he just shrugs, as you carry on. “Yes, I was alone Lloyd, you were busy with Madison and our sweet Andy was with her sister Megan and Nick joined, after Prom, year later.” Nick smiles, while Andy blushes.

“So I was standing there alone, out of nowhere Bucky came behind me, he made me blush so hard...” “hey, why aren't you dancing doll?”  “Nobody asked me, why aren't you dancing?” “Nobody wants to dance with me...” “Oh…” “You wanna dance with me?” “I'm not a good dancer…” “Neither am I, come on doll.” He took my hand, and lead me to the dance floor.

After dancing for some time, we went out in the garden. We were looking at the sky… it was clear that night, he kept on looking at me… then one thing led to another and we kissed. I thought that was about it, but the next day he asked me out. Of course, I said yes, he was my first everything, you know.

But I swear, I had no idea he was recording us. After we were done, he told me to dress up and dropped me home. I didn't pay much attention to it. For almost two weeks, we were in a relationship, if in today's words ‘friends with benefits’ from his side. On the last day, he told me, we are over, as he is moving to London to look after his family business.

 After he left, Steve came into my life, he took good care of me. Turns out, he was equally alone without his best friend. That's how we ended up together and the rest is history. 

“What about piggy?” Lloyd asks. “Piggy?” You furrow your brows in confusion. “Steve's mistress…” Nick answers on behalf of Lloyd.

Your voice carried a hint of bitterness as you revealed the truth about Peggy. “Peggy never really cared about Steve,” you explained, frowning. “She didn't have any interest in him until he became wealthy. Then, suddenly, she was all over him.” The revelation left a sour taste in your mouth as you pondered the superficial nature of Peggy's intentions.

Your voice quivered with an undercurrent of sadness and regret as you confessed, “Steve always brushed off my concerns about Peggy. He would assure me not to worry, and like a fool, I forgave him each time.” The pain in your words echoed the turmoil within you, as you grappled with the weight of past naivety and misplaced trust.

“I can kill him.” Lloyd suggests and you shook your head, covering your face with your hands.

After some moments, Lloyd's trusted associate, entered the room, his casual attire contrasting sharply with the tense atmosphere. His charismatic presence commanded attention, and his suave demeanour set him apart along with his shaggy hair.

As he settled onto the coffee table next to Nick, his sharp eyes scanned the faces of Lloyd, Andy, and Nick, before finally landing on your tear-stained cheeks. His eyes widened slightly with surprise and sympathy.

“Ah, I see my arrival is a bit late for the party,” Ari quipped, a hint of charm in his voice. His gaze softened as he discreetly nodded in your direction, a silent acknowledgment of your current state.

You wiped away the remnants of tears, feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks, as you introduced yourself to Ari. “I’m Y/n, L/n” you murmured, attempting a hint of a smile. “Ari Levinson.” he takes your hand, to kiss your knuckles, making Lloyd glare at him, while Nick and Andy try to control their laugh.

“Steve is an idiot, you are so gorgeous.” Ari winks at you, making you blush and Lloyd looks like, he will go on a killing spree, Ari smirks at him. “I got the information you wanted. Shall I begin?”

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TA Inskeep: A slightly warped take on late '90s prime-era deep house — think Masters at Work-adjacent — is easily the last thing I expected from Brittany Howard's sophomore solo album. And she sells it, with smart, crisp production and a voice that really can seem to sing anything. I love when queer art is this good. [8]

Harlan Talib Ockey: Music journalism is simply finding a thousand ways of saying 'good and also catchy'. It’s Brittany Howard doing house, of all things, and the synth chirp sounds like my washing machine. I love it. [8]

Tim de Reuse: Out from the unremarkable feel-good beat grows a strange, growling sound-animal, lashing together every other element, supporting the echoing vocals from below while filling in the dead air between bursts of gasping, airy synths. Few house-revival efforts in this day and age reach this level of sonic cohesion, filling in every frequency like a jigsaw puzzle without letting anything cover up anything else. Tropical not as in "Tropical House" (touristy, antiseptic, manicured) but Tropical as in humid, dense vegetation, a buzz of color and sensation. [8]

Ian Mathers: As someone who's mostly hit the heights of "well, I wouldn't actively avoid it" with Howard's work before (solo or in a band), turns out I like her doing skronky, lovelorn dance music a lot more. Is the whole record like this? Do I need to actually seek it out? [8]

Nortey Dowuona: Zac Cockrell on bass, Brad Allen Williams on guitar, Lloyd Buchanan and Paul Horton on keys, Nate Smith on drums: It takes a village to execute a producer's vision. Brittany's vision of four-on-the-floor pop is a compelling idea, but everyone clashes against one another. She mixes alongside Shawn Everett, forcing mastering engineers Emily Lazar and Chris Allgood to compress the raging bass, the overly loud drums, the stubby keyboard stabs. The latter jabs and rips into a box to create holes so that loose, squelching sounds can slip inside. I don't know what was proven by this, other than that Brittany cannot execute her vision, nor abandon it to establish a community. [5]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: I have been in a number of relationships where I am the one more likely to express my affection verbally. It can be rough at first to navigate, if only because underneath my love for speech is a stark reminder that it needn’t have supremacy over other modes of expression. And Jesus Christ, here is a song that makes this clear: the beat rattles and the synths roar, and Howard makes sure you can feel her passion even before she sings. “Prove It to You” is a nice three-minute reminder that we can all grow a little more sensitive to the ways we receive, well, anything from anyone. [7]

Leah Isobel: "Prove It to You" isn't so much a dance song as it is a rock song in dance clothing — or the other way around. While its straightforward, aerodynamic thump is conversant with house, all of its instrumentation is given a physical, earthy touch: its bass is overdriven and gritty, its kicks booming and heavy. In other hands it could come across as irritating authenticity-bait. Here, though, the effect isn't vaguely patronizing but grand and kaleidoscopic, its momentum sourced from actual, felt urgency ("I will show you how I feel for you right now") instead of perceived external necessity. Howard meets dance halfway; it's kind of like love. [8]

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