summary: meet dr. alice “barbie” sargaent, professional storm chaser
a/n: so twisters 2024 changed my life (glen powell in wet white T-shirt changed my life) so…here’s this. Also I got conflicting info about instagram so for here - no one but those that follow you can see a private accounts comments (even on a public post). Also plz suspend your disbelief - idk anything about storm chasing or tornadoes
Part 2
drbarbie
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drbarbie: tbt to the very first storm I ‘chased’ and the lifelong obsession that it sparked within me!
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user1: you were so young!
teammember1: nice to know you’ve been crazy for years! 😂❤️
drbarbie: Passionate! The term is passionate 🩵
teammember2: no I think crazy is better
user2: ok but what are Logan Sargeant and Oscar Piastri doing in the likes…
user3: right?
user4: maybe they watch the Storm Wrangler YouTube channel?
user3: that would be the crossover of the century!
teammate3: awwww baby Dr. Barbie…
drbarbie: I think I made my dad drive around for hours trying to find where the rain was actually coming down
user4: ok that’s adorable
user5: newbie here 👋🏻 why the nickname Barbie?
drbarbie: I’m a 5’11” blonde woman with blue eyes who was in like every conceivable sport and after school program. Some butt starting calling me Barbie as a joke and now people forget my real name 😅
user6: wait your name isn’t actually Barbie? What’s real? What’s fake? Who knows? 🤣
drbarbie: yeah you can blame my twin for that…
loganpriv: you begged for weeks to get a cool nickname and were delighted! To tell people to call you Barbie.
alicepriv: shush 🤐
oscarpriv: oh really?
alicepriv: I said shut up?
user7: you have a twin?!
drbarbie: yup! I’m older then him by about 5 minutes - and I’ve never let him forget it 😂
loganpriv: and another lie! What’s up with that?
alicepriv: I’m gonna tell mom you’re bullying me!
loganpriv: do it! And I’ll tell her you’re lying to the internet
logansargeant
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logansargeant: traveling means time to catch up with TheStormWranglers
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user8: you’re a buckaroo too?! Love this!
oscarpiastri: watching the back episodes or the live stream?
logansargeant: back episodes first of course!
user9: ok but they’re both buckaroos too
user10: am i dumb? Buckaroos?
user11: kinda a you had to be there moment - during one of their first live streams teammate2 called everyone on the team buckaroos to get them moving and the fans just? kinda adopted the term for ourselves
user10: ohhhh ok. That makes sense and it’s so cute! Proud to be a buckaroo!
user12: this is gonna be your week Logan!
user13: yeah! Austin has always been really good to you! 🩵
alicepriv: so I’m gonna hold your hand when I say this…
loganpriv: what does that mean?
oscarpriv: Alice…
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drbarbie: isn’t she a beaut! One of the biggest this year and I’m very happy to say Dolly (and us!) survived it!!! The opportunity to quite literally drive into the storm started as a fever dream from a few of the team members but we proved that it could be done. And this now allows us to gather even more important data — and as we always say, you can never have too much data!
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user14: Watching that almost gave me a heart attack oh my god
user15: i know! And they didn’t even give us any warning that it was something they could do!!!😡😢
drbarbie: We apologize! The team had been so excited and focused on getting Dolly ready for this that we forgot other people don’t live in our brains
user14: what even prompted this?
drbarbie: we were hitting bumps in the research process and as we were brainstorming ideas on how to fix it someone said that the easiest way was to…just go into the tornado. We said “bet” then figured out a way to allow us to do that safely!
teammember1: so I’m switching vehicles. I’m staying with the weather van from now on
drbarbie: oh it wasn’t that bad!
teammember1: I have about 200 new strands of grey hairs and a sore throat from all the screaming
drbarbie: like I said! Not that bad
user16: oh so you’re crazy crazy
drbarbie: we’re doing important research!
user17: what even was the point of all this?
drbarbie: my team and I are researching for a way that would allow us to stop a tornado in its tracks. We’re at the point where we can almost completely accurately predict when and where a tornado will hit — which is hugely important! Cause that allows us to save lives. But my team wants to take it a step further — to stop the storms when they do hit! To help protect people’s livelihoods
user17: holy shit! That’s huge!
user18: I didn’t even realize that is something that could be possible!
drbarbie: we believe strongly that it’s something that can be done. And we’re trying everything that we can to make it happen!
loganpriv: what the hell is this?!?
alicepriv: i told you you wouldn’t like it
oscarpriv: yes but there’s a huge difference between not liking it and it being completely INSANE
alicepriv: the theory was sound
loganpriv: this time - that’s not good enough
INCOMING CALL
ACCEPT OR DECLINE
ACCEPT
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What the hell Alice? Driving into a tornado?
Oh don’t even Logan! Not when the two of you drive those super speed death traps!
That’s not even remotely the same and you know it!
…I know. Ok I know…
Alice…
Don’t. I know I should have told you before but…
Barbs?
I know you don’t like this answer but the theory was sound. We reached out and talked to like 10 different universities on the best way to modify the car and took all the extra precautions we could. The science-
doesn’t lie…
Haha
…you’re ok?
I think my heart is still racing but yes. And it’s almost done!
What is?
Project Aeolus!
Really?
TRANSCRIPT CONTINUES
logansargeant
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logansargeant: ahhhh Austin, my home away from home. It’s always good to come back to you — and the people that live there 🩵
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user19: IS THAT A GIRL LOGAN HUNTER SARGEANT?
user20: are we soft launching now?
alexalbon: Did you get a puppy?
logansargeant: no 🤣 just pet sitting for the day! This is rascal!
alexalbon: i think it might be criminal if you don’t let me meet rascal!
logansargeant: I’ll ask! But it will probably have to be after COTA!
alexalbon: worth the wait!
user21: rascal? Like drbarbie’s newest puppy?
user22: no but that dog looks just like her new dog and we know that Logan is a buckaroo!
user21: I've connected the two dots
user23: You didn't connect shit
user22: I've connected them
user24: are my 2 fandoms colliding?
alicepriv: rascal!
loganpriv: i see how it is. I come back home and you just want me to watch the little nightmare
alicepriv: rascal is perfectly well behaved! You’re just a bad example
oscarpriv: I’m agreeing with her. We’ve had no problems with him until you came along…
loganpriv: lies and slander. Objection
alicepriv: law and order again logie?
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williamsracing: all smiles here at COTA as we welcome a special guest! Spending the weekend with us is Dr. Barbie, a meteorologist who specializes in tornadoes with a popular YouTube channel The Storm Wranglers!
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user25: DR BARBIE IN THE HOUSE!
user26: this is everything I didn’t know I needed holy crap
drbarbie: it’s always a pleasure to visit COTA! And it’s even better to visit one of my favorite teams!
williamsracing: so glad to have you here!
user27: ok but do you see the look on Logan’s face?
user28: yeah mans in love
user29: or…and hear me out…he could just be happy to meet her? We know he’s a fan of her channel
user28: no one is ever THAT happy to just “meet” a YouTuber, no matter how famous
logansargeant: Glad you could make time in your schedule to visit!
drbarbie: “But it's the Grand Prix!”
logansargeant: “Is it? Who's playing?”
drbarbie: “No one's playing. It's the Grand Prix. I never miss the Grand Prix.”
user28:…ok maybe you guys connected the dots
alexalbon: it was nice to meet you! Didn’t think I’d ever meet someone who had a more dangerous job then race driving though
drbarbie: same! It was such a pleasure — and don’t even. I’ll take my job over yours any day
alexalbon: really? You’d rather drive after and into tornados then drive in circles?
drbarbie: stupid circles! And yes. Yes I would
alexalbon: they’re not stupid!
user29: ok but they’re funny af
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yourusername: trading in Dolly this weekend for some faster cars! Zoom zoom 🏎️💨
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user30: COTA! I’m at COTA! 🤞🤞 I might get to meet her and get her signature!
user31: oh my god! That would be the coolest thing ever
user32: you’re at a Grand Prix and meeting some stupid blonde is better?
user31: watch yourself! Dr Barbie is about 1000x better then you are you damn mouth breather
user30: mouth breather? 😂😂
user33: cool you’re at COTA but sargeant? You couldn’t pick literally any other driver to support?
drbarbie: and that’s you blocked. I don’t support hate on my page and I definitely don’t support hate against Logan
user31: you said it so well! Supportive queen!
loganpriv: cool your jets Alice. It’s fine
alicepriv: I don’t support hate but I do support bullying your unsupportive twin. Take that attitude and shove it
oscarpriv: sometimes I forget you’re twins and then I see you interact…
alicepriv: you watch yourself too. I’m soon to be in head smacking range…and I’m tall enough to get you
oscarpriv: yes ma'am
loganpriv: whipped
alicepriv: 🤨
loganpriv: 🤷🏼♂️
alicepriv: 🖕🏻
user34: ok but why Dolly?
drbarbie: why after the fabulous Dolly Parton of course
user35: you named your truck after Dolly Parton?
drbarbie: she’s had a lot of work done but she’s still the best
user35: 😂😂 icon behavior
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logansargeant: THANK YOU AUSTIN!! P3 baby! AND SPECIEAL THANKS TO MY YOUNGER TWIN SISTER ALICE drbarbie!!!
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user36: SISTER?
drbarbie: yes! He’s my YOUNGER twin brother!
logansargeant: the hell I am!
drbarbie: I HAVE PICTURE OF THE BIRTH CERTIFICATES YOU WET NOODLE
logansargeant: fake!
user36: ok that’s definitely a sibling relationship 😂
drbarbie: HE DID IT! P3!! CONGRATS LOGIE!
teammate1: woohoo! Go baby sargeant!
teammate2: congrats baby sargeant!
teammate3: could you feel us cheering for you baby sargeant?
teammate4: couldn’t be prouder baby sargeant!
logansargeant: not you guys too…
oscarpiastri: congrats man! A well deserved podium!
logansargeant: thanks brother!
user37: brother?!? dots are connecting again!
user38: oh give it up
alexalbon: great race today dude! Congrats!
logansargeant: thank you! You’ll be next!
williamsracing: Congrats Logan!
user39: he saw us shipping him with his sister and said hell no 😂😂
user40: right? Most definitely had to set the record straight!
danielricciardo: good job man!
charles_leclerc: great to share the podium with you!
maxverstappen1: good race!
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oscarpiastri: not the race we wanted today but we’ll come back stronger next week. Congrats on p4 landonorris and congrats to logansargeant on your first podium!
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user41: don’t worry about it Oscar! You’ll get it next week!
landonorris: thanks man! next week will be our week for sure!! papaya rules!
oscarpiastri: for sure! Papaya rules!
user42: it might not have been your week but that overtake lap 12 was INSANE
user43: right? Pretty sure I woke my dog up screaming
alicepriv: it was a good race babe. Glad to have been there to see it 🧡🧡
oscarpriv: you know I always love it when you can come to a race
alicepriv: and you know I always love watching you working for your dream
oscarpriv: 🧡
loganpriv: cheesy
alicepriv: 🖕🏻
alicepriv: anyway…
alicepriv: maybe I can get you to come to my job next? 😆😘
oscarpriv: your job at the universities? Yes. Your job in the field? No way in hell
logansargeant: great race brother! Taking notes on that overtake man
oscarpiastri: thanks Logan!
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oscarpiastri: you are the best thing that’s ever been mine
bf!pope x earthy/boho!gf!reader (moodboards and aesthetic) i don't like it at all (feel like it's rushed...)but i love the earthy core so bad.
“ sweet creature, sweet creature. wherever i go. you bring me home ” harry styles lyrics.
i picture earthy!boho!reader like the most peaceful soul and mind. she has her own world, and bring pope in everytime. she's always smiling and helpful. she helps pope, even if he doesnt ask. this reader don't try to fix him, or whatever, she's just caring. and try to understand why the kindness boy of the world doesnt have the most beautiful and heartwarming life ? she help him to reconnect with nature but also his culture, she's like the daughter of the nature, an earthy nymph who love peace more than anything.
but she also loves jazz, random refreshing places, she has a bunch of cats that she never forget to feed. pope helps her to rescue some abandonned animals, bobby heyward really love her, she lives in her garden with full of flowers and plants like a fairy, she loves making homemade meals, hanging out near lakes, taking therapeutic walks, staying in the grass for hours.
while pope works, she paints him. because she loves his focused face. he's like a muse. his face is a work of art.
she has a ton of boho jewelry that she shares with pope. because he is not afraid to wear necklaces, bracelets, foot and waist chains like her.
she is definitely an artist who makes music (flute and tom-tom), and indie films. she smoke weed.
she wants to adopt children later.
even though she is uncertain about her future, all she knows is that she wants to be with pope forever. she save money for their future needs.
dynamics core ;
you love taking your shower at the waterfall with him, kissing him while the water continues to flow over the two of you. you like to ride bikes in pairs on abandoned paths. you like to take him to drink coconuts and bissap. you like hanging out with him at the bookstore and especially when he carries you on his back because you're too lazy to walk.
I know this man loves braiding your hair, but especially adding flowers, jewelry and accessories.
he loves taking photos of you when you have a butterfly on your skin, a ladybug on your hand, a chick on your legs, a cat in your arms.
he's in love your honor. and you're his safe place.
( hope you like it bby @annoyingassleo <33 i did my best actually or i tried. )
Just a not-so-friendly reminder non-POC writers who write reader fics, NOT all of our knuckles can turn white, NOT all of us can run our fingers through our hair, NOT all of us can blush (this one I’m sick of repeating). At the end of the day, if you picture a non-POC while writing your fic then please for the love of EVERYTHING, just tag your fic as WHITE!Reader. It will make it much easier for readers of color, like myself, to know which fics weren’t written with us in mind. Kthanxbai.
Warnings: kidnapping, drugging, references to stalking, forced regression, forced pull-up use, a swear word or two
A/N: I know I said I wasn’t gonna post this until I was finished with it, but I can’t be trusted. This will be a series, but I’m not sure how often it will be updated- it won’t be my priority until A Moment of Your Time is finished and my wedding is over, so hopefully around mid-October. This is my first little fic, so please, allow me some grace.
**Side note: I think the only allusions to the reader’s race are some mentions of washing/brushing hair, but I could be wrong
You groaned, waking up to a pounding in your head and a mouth so dry you wanted to gag. You didn’t remember going to sleep; had you gone to the bar after work? That was the only thing that explained the way your limbs felt heavy and the soft bubbling of nausea in your gut.
At least, that was the only explanation until your foggy brain filtered in an excited shout, “-eve, she’s co-”
Alarm bells went off in your head and you pried your sleep-stuck eyes open, groggily sitting up in bed. You weren’t in your room. The cracked door let in enough light for you to make out two dressers across the room. Shit. Had you gone home with a married man?
Throwing the comforter off yourself, you turned up a draft of something woody, with notes of vanilla- definitely a man’s bed. The rustle of fabric against your skin pulled your eyes down; you were dressed in a nightgown. It was satiny to touch and ruched at the sleeves, cinching them to them your arms- not something you owned.
More concerning was the crinkle of plastic where your panties should have been. You needed to go home. Putting your feet on the floor and hoisting yourself out of bed, the room spun and your knees buckled beneath you. A squeak slipped out your throat just as the door opened the rest of the way and impossibly fast, a pair of arms caught you before you hit the floor.
“Whoa there, angel, take it easy.” The vibration of a chuckle rumbled through his chest as he hoisted you into his arms and sat on the bed. He spoke like he’d known you his whole life, not like he was a stranger whose bed you’d just woken up in.
“Were ‘m I?” Your words slurred like you were still drunk. You heard a chuckle as a second figure moved into the doorway. Squinting in the too-bright light, you could only make out the silhouette of a long-haired figure.
Hearing a soft coo from the man holding you in his arms, you pulled your gaze from the doorway, back to the large set of arms currently wrapped around you. “Don’t worry sweetheart, Papa’s got you.”
“Who?” You squinted at the face above you, your breath catching in your throat, “C-Captain Rogers?” You’d never formally met the man the world knew as Captain America, but you’d seen him a time or two at Avengers Tower when you’d delivered food there. That meant- casting your gaze back to the doorway, you could now make out the faint features of James Barnes.
Steve’s face was still casted in shadow, but you still saw his smile flicker, “Not to you, angel.” Despite his easygoing expression, you could hear the warning in his voice.
Your cheeks flushed at the intimate way he was holding you. You tried to put your feet back on the floor, but he held you tightly.
“Wh-what’s going on?” Despite your efforts to sound steady, your voice trembled.
“Don’t be scared, babydoll,” Barnes said softly from the doorway. Funnily enough, it didn’t do much to soothe your nerves.
“We brought you home, sweetheart,” Steve beamed at you. Your stomach lurched; home?
You tried again to free yourself from his grip, “I should- I need t-to go. P-please.”
“Come on now, doll, don’t be like this,” Barnes warned from the doorway.
“Be a good girl for us now,” Steve urged.
His words stirred something inside you, but you pushed it down, trying to wrench yourself from his grasp, “Let me go. Please!”
One of Steve’s hands closed around your wrists, but you continued to try and pull yourself away. Barnes flipped the light on, making you wince as the light stung your eyes and made your head throb.
He strode over and knelt, squeezing your cheeks painfully between his fingers and forcing you to meet his gaze. The deep blue of his eyes was icy, his voice quiet yet firm, “We know you’re confused, doll. But misbehavior isn’t going to be tolerated.”
Some kind of rational thought clicked in your head; you didn’t stand a chance against the two of them. There would be no breaking free from Steve’s grip and even if you could, where would you go? The only way to escape would be to wait for the right moment to present itself.
You went limp in Steve’s grasp, hating how small your voice sounded, “What do you want from me?”
“You’re gonna be our girl, angel,” Steve said softly. “Our baby.”
“But I’m not-”
“No use lying, babydoll,” Barnes chuckled. “We know better. And lying only gets you into trouble.”
“We know all about you, sweetheart.” Steve said it like he expected it to make you feel better, but it made your blood run cold.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
Barnes smirked, “You should be more careful, doll. Walking home alone from work, forgetting to lock your door after a night out; you haven’t been a very good girl. Anyone could have plucked you right off the street.” You could feel your heart in your throat; they had been watching you. Had they taken you from your apartment? Why couldn’t you remember? “And those curtains of yours, well, they don’t do much if you leave ‘em open all the time do they?”
“Stop it, Buck. You’re scaring her.” Steve brushed your hair from your face, releasing your wrists, “The past doesn’t matter. We know what you want. We’re gonna take care of you and you’ll be our good girl.”
“You guys are crazy,” you breathed, whimpering, “Please let me go home.”
“That’s not very nice, sweetheart,” Steve said, his eyes narrowing. “You are home.”
Tears sprung up in your eyes and your chest constricted. You didn’t know what to do. You were stuck here and you didn’t stand a chance. You knew you should just do what they wanted, play along, but panic was blooming in your gut.
Your breaths were growing shallow. Instead of trying to get away, you drew in on yourself to hide the tears as they spilled onto your cheeks. Steve drew you into his chest, rocking you softly back and forth. He was obviously trying to comfort you, but you only grew more hysterical until your shoulders were heaving with sobs.
“Get her something to drink, Buck?” Steve suggested. You heard Barnes’ footsteps fade and Steve murmured, “Don’t worry angel, it’s going to be fine. You’ll like it here, I promise.”
“Please let me go. I want my life back,” you cried.
Steve cooed, “That life was no good for you, sweetheart. You were working too hard. We know you want someone to take care of you and we’re gonna do it. You don’t have to worry about your old problems anymore.”
“I don’t want this.” The words came out disjointed and rushed as your breathing dissolved into gasps.
“Oh, angel, you can’t lie to me. We’ve seen you, in your apartment. I saw you get all bundled up on the sofa with your stuffies and a pacifier between those cute little lips and I knew you were gonna be my girl.” He pulled you from his chest effortlessly, setting you reluctantly up on his knee as you continued to hyperventilate, “We know it’ll be an adjustment, but you’ll be happy with us.”
He wiped your cheek and cupped your face as Bucky returned, brandishing a sippy cup. He knelt in front of you, “You want something to drink, doll?”
You didn’t want to accept anything from them, it felt like consenting to this messed up fantasy. But your throat had already been dry and the crying made it worse, your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth. So, you nodded, hiccupping pathetically.
But Barnes pulled the cup just out of reach, earning a sigh from Steve, “How do you ask for it?”
“P-p-please.”
It was humiliating to stammer out a plea in between gasping inhales and it still wasn’t enough, “Please what?”
“Bucky, come on-” Steve urged. But Barnes held your gaze, ignoring Steve entirely.
Your cheeks flushed, realizing what he wanted. “Please, D-daddy.”
His lips curled into a self-satisfied smile, “There you go.”
He allowed you to take the cup from his fingers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Steve’s palm rubbed circles into your back as you suckled thirstily at the rubber spout, forcing your breathing to even slightly as you breathed through your nose.
“That’s better, isn’t it, angel?” Steve urged, looking relieved.
Too late, you realized that there was more than juice in the cup. You’d already drank two-thirds of the liquid inside when your mind grew hazy. Not enough to put you back to sleep, but enough for the panic in your belly to subside and the fight-or-flight instinct to grow quiet.
“God, Buck, how much did you put in?” Steve watched you apprehensively.
“Enough. The sooner she drops into little space, the easier this will be for everyone.”
“You can’t force it-”
“No, but I can help her along.”
Scooping you from Steve’s lap, Bucky’s left arm was hard beneath your thighs, but your fuzzy brain allowed him to pick you up, your tenuous control on your mental state slipping. “You must be hungry, huh doll?”
He carried you into the next room, with Steve rising to follow, looking almost grumpy. Down the hall and through the dining room was the kitchen, where he sat you on the island and leaned in, resting an arm on either side of you, “What do you want to eat, princess?” The nickname made your tummy flutter, but you only blushed in response.
“C’mon, angel, use your words,” Steve chimed, watching over Bucky’s shoulder. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Your head felt slow, each syllable too disjointed to make even a single word. Steve’s brow furrowed and he crossed his arms, “You gave her too much, Buck.”
“It’s working, isn’t it? She’s calm and pliant.” He shrugged, “She’ll be extra little tonight. It’ll be good for bonding.”
He gestured to your blown pupils, “If she can even remember any of it. She’s practically catatonic.”
Somewhere in your brain, it connected that he was upset because of you and your lip trembled. Of the two of them, Steve was the one you felt more comfortable with, so it made you distressed to think he was upset with you. The last of your grasp on control dissolved and you sniffled, reaching for him.
Expression softening, he approached, Bucky sidestepping to make room, “You want me?” Nodding emphatically, you watched his expression light up in a smile before he pulled you from the counter, propping you on his hip. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his neck for stability and he captured one of them in his, squeezing it reassuringly.
Bucky rummaged through the freezer, “We gotta get her some food.” He held up a package of hot dogs, “How about these, doll?” You shook your head.
Steve took you over to the fridge, “What sounds good, angel?”
After several long seconds, you pointed to a bag of dinosaur chicken nuggets, prompting Bucky to grin at Steve, “Told you those were a good choice.”
“They’re terrible for you,” Steve defended. He turned to you, “I got you some strawberries, sweetness, do you want those instead? I know they’re your favorite.”
But you only shook your head, pointing again at the bag in Bucky’s hand. Steve sighed and Bucky closed the freezer door. While Bucky pulled a baking sheet out and spread some nuggets on it, you made grabby fingers toward the sippy cup on the counter.
“You still thirsty, sweets?” Steve asked, twisting the lid off the cup. You nodded and he returned to the fridge, pulling juice from the shelf and carefully refilling the cup with his free hand. He twisted the cap back on and handed you the cup before putting the juice away.
Once Bucky had the nuggets cooking, he tugged on your bare foot, dangling over Steve’s hip, “What do you say, doll? Wanna watch some cartoons while your food cooks?”
Steve rolled his eyes, “Sure Buck, let’s establish every bad habit we can on the first night.”
“It’s a special night,” Bucky argued. “I’d rather correct behavior later once she’s acclimated and attached.”
“You’re going to confuse her.” Tugging on his tee-shirt, you gazed at him pleadingly, sippy cup still in your mouth. He heaved a sigh, melting under your touch, “Fine. But only tonight.”
The living room was simply decorated, with a cozy-looking couch, a cushy recliner, a medium-sized television, a record player in the corner, and several shelves lined with books against the wall.
Steve settled you onto the couch next to him, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders as he flipped the TV on. Bucky settled in on your other side, fingers weaving into your hair to scratch your head. Leaning into his touch, you sighed contentedly and he smiled to himself until he noticed the smirk on Steve’s lips.
“Those doubts of yours didn’t last very long,” he teased.
Bucky huffed, “They’re still here.”
“Mm.” Steve agreed sarcastically, knowing that Bucky was done for, already wrapped around your finger.
They both watched you as you honed in on the TV, your eyes going glassy as you nibbled on the rubber of the sippy cup still clutched in your hands.
“Hang on, princess,” Bucky urged, fingers leaving your hair as he stood. You whined at the loss of sensation and he chuckled softly on his way out of the room, returning quickly, a pacifier clutched between his fingers. “Here.” He held it up to your lips, waiting until you accepted it to sit back down.
Now that you were relaxed and settled into one spot, you could feel the pinch of your bladder. Squeezing your thighs together, you wrestled with the need to pee. Even when you’d experimented with your little headspace on your own, you’d never gone that far. But with your inhibitions lowered, your usual control was diminished and the battle you were fighting was a losing one.
You fidgeting drew their attention and Steve rubbed your thigh, “What’s the matter, angel?”
Cheeks flushing, you mumbled around the pacifier, “Need’a go potty.”
Steve chuckled, “Well, don’t hold it, silly girl. Go ahead.”
You shook your head insistently, “Wanna be a big girl.” At that moment, the shrill beep of the oven timer went off, sending Bucky back into the kitchen after he sent a pointed glance at Steve.
“Alright sweetness, if you think you can be a big girl.”
Nodding enthusiastically, you allowed him to lift you from the couch. In hoisting you up, he gave a subtle squeeze to your lower belly. Sensing an opportunity for release, your body acted of its own accord, the tension breaking. Feeling the pull-up grow heavy between your legs, you gasped, cheeks burning in humiliation as you grew teary-eyed again.
Steve clicked his tongue, “Oh no. Looks like you aren’t as big as you thought, angel. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
His words only added to the shame you were feeling as he carried you into a new room, this one decorated in pastels. The soft colors were lost on you though, because you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to withhold the tears.
It only grew more difficult while Steve soothed you as he worked, “That’s alright, sweetness. Papa wants to take care of his little baby and you’re being so good for us.” He pulled the nightgown down and wiped away the stray tears that had escaped.
You squeaked out, “Really?”
Steve hummed, replacing you on his hip, “Maybe if you keep behaving for us, we’ll have a little treat for you.”
Your curiosity got the better of you and you sniffled, “Like what?”
He chuckled, “Don’t you worry about that, you just keep being a good girl, alright?” You nodded reluctantly and he seemed satisfied, “Come on now, I bet Daddy has your food ready.”
Back in the kitchen, he took a seat at the island, propping you up on his lap. Bucky slid a plastic plate in front of you, the smell of food making your stomach growl. Steve squeezed your side gently, “What do we say?”
You glanced at Bucky, his expectant gaze making you blush again, “Thank you, Daddy.”
Bucky smiled, dropping into the seat next to you, “Of course, babydoll.”
You ate carefully, determined to prove you could do it yourself. You were focused so intently that you didn’t notice the way both men watched you eat. Once your plate was empty and your belly full, your limbs felt heavy.
Steve rubbed your back, cooing softly about what a good girl you were, and Bucky cleared the empty plate away, returning with a warm washcloth to wipe your face off. Leaning heavily into his touch, your eyes fluttered shut, despite having only been awake for a short while.
You heard Steve chuckle, “Looks like someone is ready for bed.”
You fumbled for Bucky’s hand, fighting to re-open your eyes, “Carry me, Daddy?” You didn’t make out the flicker of a smile on Bucky’s face, but Steve did. He busied himself washing the few dishes, a smug grin on his lips.
Your head was fuzzy, making Bucky’s job of brushing your teeth an easy one. You complied with each directive from him until he wiped your mouth and pulled you from the counter.
Steve met the pair of you in the hallway, brushing your cheek with the edge of his finger, “You wanna sleep with us tonight, sweetness?”
Humming sleepily, you nodded into Bucky’s shoulder, prompting a smile from each of them. Striding into the bedroom, Bucky tucked you carefully into the middle of the bed while he and Steve changed. You were only dimly aware as the bed creaked under their weight, your arms snaking around the nearest bicep and snuggling in for the night.
