#matty is so cute and i love him infinitely

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the actual best photo ever

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what's your thoughts about atpoim3?

Hi loveee, sorry for the delay!!

Big disclaimer this is my opinion...you can disagree!!

Loving Adam’s appearance !!! 

I love how Matty is so thoughtful about being or not being a dad, I find that so attractive (but that’s just me i guess haha). I do think about that topic a lot sometimes, and I feel people should think more about if they’re ready or not to have kids. It’s a big topic and I have some opinions about it, but let’s just resume on that. 

Matty loving Adam’s kid is so sweet…and Hann’s face lights up with the mention of his ‘big boy’ (sobbing)

Matty feels so hard and so much…I want to hug him! (because samee)

Nation of Matty’s HAHA army of mini Matty’s

Why you hold that cup like that, Matthew?!!!!

His little pout when he looks at the camera…I laughed out loud the first time I watched it.  The theatrical momentttt.

Matty directing Hann is SOOO FUNNY….Hann is so CUTEE

The combination of (blue) hoodie and dress pants… Matty please 

Adam going to the other room to have someee privacy, so he can talk with his kid is aghh I stan. I love they don’t add the conversation just “Love you big man” 

I knew Matty was going to be spying..I just knew

I’m sceptical about the ‘I want that’ like form a family…I mean, Matty says it, but I don’t trust anything (except Hann and his family) in ATPOAIM haha. Apart from his personal wants though, Matty’s really moved and happy about one of his best mates having such a nice family despite all the messy life they have (with tours and everything).

Matty’s smile while sitting in the toilet, love him

Mirror is a constant at every episode, I really adore that. They way that the episodes are basically Matty reflecting about himself and everything he’s connected to (either is people or art, etc). I think it is a simple concept but so strong as well.

I think the ‘I need a girlfriend’ is a joke…and the next video playing right away LAUGHINGGG

I love his little ass on those white boxers 

He’s such a child, jumping around trying to pull up his trousers 

THE FORT

Here’s where I stopped and remind myself he’s such a great artist, not only singer/songwriter…ARTIST. I know Matty’s not the only one involved in the creative process, but since this is A LOT based on him….

Matty playing inside the fort and recalling Star Wars phrases…made me think about when he was a kid. Playing around, inventing games and all you do while being a kid…specially a creative boy as I know Matty was/is. Trying to feel safe inside your little portion of the world.

Adding lights it's something I find interesting. Maybe he’s adding lights to his own shadows? Like getting to know all the parts that make him…him?

Calling Denise while making the fort is so cute. He’s still so connected to his mom…he’s been a mamas boy and he’ll be forever. He protects and cherish that relationship so much!

Denise is sooooo funny. You are not building a fort, are you? FAT SILENCE Matty: Nooo… 

ET Matty with the towel made me laugh as well

Love the transition…having his friends inside the fort is so cute

Rossssss ♥.♥

Matty is so gone talking about infinite and space. I think he’s not only talking about him as individual, I think he’s talking about the band…how they work as some kind of micro world and everything outside it..is scary. Similar to when you’re little, you built forts or hide somewhere because you get scary…the world can be a scary place. I think Matty and the guys built a fort inside the world they’re living in: the band.

Last thing, I looked at the covers…every cover comes closer and closer… It’s more (i believe) about this introspect path Matty is doing/has been doing with himself. 

I don’t have a conclusion because I think we need to see next episodes to arrive to one, but my bet is that this is all about his introspect journey…maybe it's about only him, maybe not. Possibly I’m right, probably not.

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Doctor I Need You: Chapter 3

Chapter Summary: After saving Choi Haru’s life the doctors really seem to respect you now. Except Yuta, he still hates that you’re his teacher. At the end of your shift, Taeyong asks if you want to grab a drink with him.

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / to be determined

a/n: Next chapter will have more romance (possibly smut? *wink wink*)

Warnings: Surgery and mentions of death

Genre: fluff, smut, angst, romance

Rating: M

Characters and their roles:

Attendings:

You (Head of Cardiothoracic Surgery)

Dr. Kim Jisoo (Head of General Surgery)

Dr. Kim Seokjin (Jin) (Attending Anesthesiologist)

Dr. Lee Taeyong (Head of Trauma Surgery)

Dr. Kim Taeyeon (Head of Neurosurgery)

Dr. Kim Xiumin (Head of Pediatric surgery)

Dr. Park Leeteuk (Chief of Surgery)

Residents:

Dr. Jeon Wonwoo (5th year Surgical Resident)

Dr. Nakamoto Yuta (5th year Surgical Resident)

Dr. Park Rosé (5th year Surgical Resident)

Dr. Park Joy (5th year Surgical Resident)

Dr. Kim Mingyu (5th year Surgical Resident)

Songs to play while reading: I’ll point out where

My type - iKON

Fire - Taeyeon

Cosmic Love - Florence & the Machines (This song’s gonna appear a lot in the series)

“Unity is strength...when there is teamwork and collaboration, wonderful things can be achieved” - Mattie J.T Stepanek

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(My type)

Ever since the night you saved Choi Haru’s life, the Heartstone doctors and Serenity doctors have really bonded.

Lunchtime rolled around, you sat with Xiumin, Jisoo, Taeyong, and Taeyeon.

“So Dr. Y/n, how’s working with Yuta?” Xiumin asks you.

“I’m actually impressed, he may in fact be the best resident I’ve ever seen,” You chuckled, “But I don’t think he likes me.”

“Oooh, he doesn’t like you?” Taeyeon laughed, “Well he did get the last 3 Cardio surgeons at Heartstone fired.”

“Yuta just needs a strong Cardio attending that’s all,” Taeyong assured you.

Taeyeon shook her head, “I don’t know Y/n, the last Cardio surgeon- OW! Did you just kick me?” Taeyeon glared at Xiumin.

“No that was me,” Jisoo raised her hand.

Across the room Yuta, Wonwoo, Mingyu, Joy, and Rosé were eating their lunch.

“Are you enjoying working with Dr. Y/n?” Joy asked Yuta, “I heard she’s a Cardio goddess.”

“Ugh,” Yuta rolled his eyes.

“Leave Dr. Y/n alone, she’s not used to working with you,” Wonwoo said.

Yuta scowled, “Why are you defending her? She went to a state school.”

“So did I,” Rosé pointed out.

“But she’s a Serenity doctor.”

“So am I,” Wonwoo pointed out.

“But she’s annoying.”

“So are you,” Mingyu said.

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Joy was treating a motorcycle victim in trauma 3. Taeyong got her page and ran there.

“Fill me in.”

“Systolic is stabilizing but he’s still having multiple arrhythmias, I’m about to do a chest tube,” Joy said with confidence.

“Joy have you thought about what your specialty might be?” Taeyong asked her.

“No sir.”

“It’s trauma.”

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You and Jisoo were in the attendings’ lounge drinking coffee.

“Isn’t it time for you to get a boyfriend?” Jisoo asked you.

“Isn’t it time for you to get a Jin?” You fired back.

“What?”

“You know in cartoons when a bear is starving and it looks at an object and the object turns into a turkey?”

“I don’t look at Jin like that,” Jisoo scoffed, “What about you and Taeyong?”

“What?”

“You know in cartoons when a bear is starving and it looks at a cute doctor?”

“Shut up,” You laughed.

*beep beep*

“Dammit, Yuta’s paging me, finish my coffee for me” You excused yourself and ran to the ER.

“Why’d you page me?”

“This is Jinu, 8 years old, asthmatic. Nebs at home haven't been working. He’s still having trouble breathing,” Yuta said.

“Jinu, I’m gonna take a listen to your heart ok?” You put the cold metal on his chest and listen for awhile, “Has Jinu have any other medical trouble?”

“A febrile seizure at 3 months,” Yuta informed you.

“Ok, page Dr. Xiumin and book an OR.”

“What why?”

“Because I said so.”

“He has asthma.”

“Cardiac asthma.” You corrected him.

“How do you know?”

“The seizure he had, wasn’t from a fever he had a heart attack then and he’s having one now. So book an OR because I’m your attending. When I tell you to book an OR, you book an OR.” You snapped at him.

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(Play Fire)

Taeyong got a page from Joy, he ran to trauma 1 where Joy was performing CPR on her patient.

“What’s happening Joy?”

“I put in the chest tube but there was no blood. Tried another one there was no pulse.” Joy said.

“How long has he been down?” Taeyong asked her.

“20 minutes. Do I open the chest?” Joy asked him.

“Move on Joy, he’s gone. You can’t save him. Call it.”

Joy removed her hands from the man’s chest, “Time of death 4:55 p.m.”

Taeyong saw the sadness in Joy’s eyes, “You did everything you could. Trauma’s a team sport, you don’t have to be the hero. Just go where you’re needed.”

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You, Yuta and Xiumin were in surgery.

“See the anatomy here?” Xiumin pointed, “the coronary artery is attached to the pulmonary artery.”

“It’s presented as asthma, but it’s actually alcapa.” You looked at Yuta.

“How’d you know?” He looked at you with astonishment.

“I saw some cardiomegaly on the x-rays and heard a murmur through his wheezing. You’ll know for next time. And after today, you’ll know how to fix it.”

“I thought you and Dr. Xiumin were-”

“Dr. Xiumin, do you mind if Yuta first assists me on this one?” You ask him. He stepped aside for Yuta. Yuta had a happy glint in his eyes and started the surgery with you.

“Let’s see Dr. Yuta’s handiwork,” You smiled at him.

*beep beep beep beep beep beep*

Xiumin stepped up, “The bleeding is behind the coronary artery anastomosis.”

Yuta frowned, “My anastomosis.”

“Ok Yuta how are you gonna fix it?” You asked him.

Yuta frantically tried fixing his mistake, “Help me Dr. Y/n”

“You can do this,” You assured him, “tell me what you want to do.”

“I want to defibrillate.”

“Then do it.”

Yuta grabbed the paddle and put it around the exposed heart.

“Charge to 20. Clear!”

*PA-THUNK*

The heartbeat normalized.

“Good job,” You praised him, “Now keep your eyes on the field and do exactly what I say. We’ll fix this without rearresting the heart. Are you with me?”

“Yes.”

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The surgery finally finished, your shift was over, you started packing up to go home. Taeyong walked in the attendings lounge.

“Hey, I heard you lost a patient today.”

“Yeah, nothing I could do to save him. But Joy, she’s gonna be an excellent trauma surgeon one day.” Taeyong said.

“I think I got Yuta to like me,” You chuckled.

“Wow, you’re the first Cardio surgeon to do so.” Taeyong laughed, “Hey doctor, are you coming to the hospital party tomorrow?”

“Are you kidding me? A no work day, I’m there.” You laughed, “Are you coming?”

“I’ll see you there.” Taeyong grabbed your bag for you and handed it to you. You moved your body closer to his and looked into his eyes. He looked back into yours.

The door slammed open. Taeyeon walked in.

“Guess what hap-WOAH,” Taeyeon looked at the position the 2 of you were in, “Were you 2 about to kiss?”

The both of you shook your heads vigorously, “No,” you said in unison. You grabbed your bag and left the room in embarrassment.

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Yuta went into the residents lounge with a huge smile on his face.

“Why are you so happy?” Mingyu asked.

“Today I did a Takeuchi repair,” Yuta bragged.

Wonwoo looked at him in shock, “You did not.”

“Not all by myself but Dr. Y/n did let me do the coronary artery anastomosis.”

“Maybe she is a cardio goddess,” Joy said.

“Yeah,” Yuta agreed.

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(Play Cosmic Love)

You walked outside the hospital and was about to leave when you felt a tap on your shoulder. It was Taeyong.

“It’s still early doctor, you wanna grab a drink?” He asked you.

“I have to drive Taeyong.”

“Who said it had to be alcoholic?”

“Alright,” You agreed.

The 2 of you started walking together, the sky filled with stars. It was quiet, not an uncomfortable quiet just quiet. Like an old married couple having late night walks staring at the beauty that surrounds them.

“The stars, really shine bright tonight,” You broke the silence.

“Yep.”

“And the city lights the shine go so beautifully along with it. The moon looks wonderful tonight, wow. I’ve never really looked at the sky, can anything be more beautiful than the billions of stars shining so bright in the infinite dark of our universe?”

Taeyong laughed at your enthusiasm. You rolled your eyes at him as the 2 of you walked into a bar.

“What would the 2 of you like?” the bartender asks.

“Uh just iced tea,” You said.

“And for the gentleman?”

“The same please.”

You 2 sat down and started sipping on the drink.

“Can I ask you something?” You spoke.

“Yeah.”

“Why do you never call me by my first name? Ever since we met you’ve been calling me ‘doctor’ instead of my real name.”

“I don’t really call anyone ‘doctor’ except you,” He replied.

“Is that supposed to be flattering?”

“Ok, I’m gonna admit something,” Taeyong chuckled, “I’ve been practicing saying your name ever since we met. At first it was for me insulting you but then we became friends and every time I say your name it’s just…” Taeyong smiled, “nevermind.”

“Nevermind? What? You can’t tell me a story and end it with nevermind,”

“Nevermind, just drink your iced tea. Forget I said anything,” Taeyong changed the subject, “Are Jisoo and Jin like a thing?”

“I wished. You have a girlfriend?”

“No. Maybe it’s because I keep looking for the perfect woman, the one who loves my little quirks and mistakes. The one I connect to right away. My soulmate you know? Do you believe in soulmates?”

“Yeah. I think there are simply just some people in this world that we just have a connection to right away. The ones where you smile when you hear their names. You can’t get them out your head no matter what you do. And when you look at them, you just know it. Whether that be a friend, family, or a lover. Maybe that’s why I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m such a hopeless romantic.”

“I think you’ll find your soulmate one day,” Taeyong assured you.

“Let’s hope.”

You both finished your iced tea.

“One more?” He asked you.

“Maybe a couple more.”

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“…and when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other’s sight, as I may say, even for a moment…” - Plato

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The ambiance of joy swelled within the cabin, Brennen Barnes padded stubbornly on his four paws outside the master bedroom's doorway, waiting for his Daddy to call him inside; it had been twelve restless hours since Bucky went into labor, the apex contractions were brutal -but somehow the young alpha rode them out and during the early hours of morning, Bucky had delivered the smallest litter of baby pups. Aurora and Madison were there at his side in a heartbeat, gushing over the newborn babies, now it was Brennen's turn to meet his new siblings. Advancing in cautious paw-steps, Brennen poked his small canine head through the doorway, his frosty azure eyes scanned eagerly over the masses of dense shadow until he gained sight of the massive cinder-brunette fur alpha resting contently on top of blankets. He identified faint little fussy squeaks emitting from a rolled up sheet, the babies were alert. Halting at the mattress frame, the pudgy male pup sat on his rear, tilting his muzzle up, to catch the new puppy scent before he mustered up a feeble voice, wagging his skinny tail."Daddy, is it safe for me now?" he squeaked with a tad hitch of impatience. Hearing the boyish timidness of his son's voice, Bucky lifted his head off a scrunched pillow, groaning sluggishly against the dull throbs in his lower regions, and peered over the mattress's edge, setting his luminous steel-blue orbs on his eldest male pup. A spread of warmth twitched his long muzzle into a jovial smirk."Hiya kiddo," Bucky slurred grotty while stretching his jaws to release a throated yawn. He was still trapped in a haze of elation, after riding out harsh thralls of contractions and falling into a stasis of exhaustion, the young alpha spent most of his days, onto of his bed which he deemed his nursing area, and rested contently on his side. He didn't want to be separated from his beautiful and precious toddlers, but the distance was necessary. He was still trapped in a haze of elation, after riding out harsh thralls of contractions and falling into a stasis of exhaustion, the young alpha spent most of his days with his newborns, sleeping on tops of his bed which he deemed his nursing area, and rested contently on his side. He didn't want to be separated from his beautiful and precious toddlers, but the distance was necessary as he nursed every three hours. "M' very happy you're here Bren, I've missed my little guy..." Bucky whispered his deep timbre, bringing a forepaw to his eldest son, and caressed Brennen's lanky head with a tender glide, as his eyes slowly closed. He was too spent."H-Have you been a good boy for Uncle Stevie, yeah I bet you've been puttin' him on the ropes, huh..." He quirked his muzzle into a faint, half-hearted smile. A sudden modicum of guilt etched over his canine visage."M' s'orry that I've haven't played with ya in a while, kiddo, s'just that Daddy's gotta stay here with these tiny furballs..."

The chubby wolfling sat uneasily on his backside as we watched the scene in front of him. The tiny furballs were a little smaller than himself, smelling like fresh cinnamon that incited a rumble deep in his belly. His daddy looked tired, but happier than he could remember. Brennen wasn't sure how to feel except a little out of place and envious as he watched all the little girls, his sisters, squeak and cuddle against the warm and secure expanse of his daddy's belly. Brennen would never admit it, but he liked the feeling of being nestled and protected by his father's shadow. It gave him strength and the feeling of love and appreciation. It felt like a long time since his daddy held him that close. The thought made the wolfing squeak softly in disapproval. "Its okay, daddy." He says, despite himself watching as Aurora and Mattie gushed and licked at one of their new sisters laying on her back, paws dangling in the air cutely. "The girls need you…" He couldn't mask the disappointment in his voice despite himself, unwilling to bring himself closer as he watched them all roll and cuddle from a short distance.

Hearing his little guy's voice morphed into a cadence of dismay, the young alpha tilted his long muzzle downward, and leveled his steel-aquamarine orbs at his chubby pup who hunkered tensely on his hind paws. Their loving proximity felt intolerably distant --almost severed. He needed to do his damnedest to get Brennen to smile again. "Hey, Daddy's got someone here who I think you're gonna like a lot, kiddo..." He murmured soothingly, and curved his muzzle into a faint-hearted smirk, nudging his defiant son's head. "Whatya say, hmm... do you wanna meet this little furball who keeps puttin' me on the ropes?"

"Whaddya mean?" Brennen was confused, but there was an underlying sense of anticipation within. His daddy only talked like that when he was hiding something like a surprise, and surprises were something that made the chubby wolf feel rare excitement over. His daddy didn't say anything, , Wiggling up onto his hind paws, Brennen tentatively waddles over towards his father, careful not to waddle to closely to his new baby-sisters who laid close to him like a welcome mat pressed snuggling against a door. He was big compared to them and didn't want to crush them under his chubby weight. "What's going on?" He squeaks at Bucky, standing a safe distance close but not enough to peer over the crook of his massive arm that seemed to be hiding something wedged between his chest.

Emitting out a hearty chuckle deviously, Bucky grinned stupidly, quirking the furred edges of his muzzle up, as he conveyed a sense of mystery towards a little treasure that he concealed for Brennen to embrace fully with him. His luminous frosted blue orbs shone blazingly alight with mounting elation, as he smoothly implored his befuddled pup to advance closer to his swollen girth where a pudgy ball of downy chestnut and flecked copper fur was nestled snug against his thick undercoat, squeaking fussily with little quivers. Bucky tenderly stroked his paw over the newborn's pup back, easing down the feverish shudders, before he gazed softly into Brennen's piercing azure eyes. "Okay, now remember when you told Daddy, your big wish...Well, kiddo, guess what you've got a new little brother for our home team...and he's waitin' for you to name him, Bren."

Brennen's beady blue eyes suddenly grew to the size of saucers, his tail jutted upwards along with his ears in a comical display of jolted shock. "What?! I-I got a little brother?" His voice grew in mounting disbelief as well as excitement. He nearly jumped on his paws as he clambers over towards Bucky at an alarming speed. Could it be true? Would he finally not be the only boy surrounded by bossy sisters? He felt elated by thought as if he were being given a new source of fun and entertainment. "Where is he? Can I see him?" The wolfling barks in soft pitches, his volume causing the fussy newborn girls to squeak at him. He stands on his hind legs, his frontal paws resting against his daddy's arm to peer over at what was surprisingly, a ball of reddish brown fur. "Whoa…" He says, awe in his tone.

"Yeah, pretty cool huh, he's definitely got a bit of the Irish flare in him," Bucky snorted out a breathless chuckle watching his eldest son bounce on his paws and squeaking excitingly, as he shifted a jovial glance at the small dark furred tennis balls latched onto the rounded expanse of his belly. The little girls were clumsily wiggling against each other, lifting their tiny pinkish snouts, and whimpering greedily for another tun of warm milk. Aurora and Mattie were curled up on his pillow, releasing delicate coos in their contented sleep. His steel-blue orbs grew misty with unshed tears, as he gazed down at his pudgy sightless babies nuzzling against his girth, he unknowingly smiled as their cooing and pitchy squeaks became a unified cadence of unshakeable joy that bestilled his heart. It was an infinite glimpse of heaven that opened for him to soar into, but he needed to remain grounded while Brennen was there with them.With the gentle ease of his parted jaws, Bucky tenderly lifted his pudgy auburn pup away from the ravenous girls and lowered him closer to Brennen's cautious reach. "Well Bren, this little squeak is your new brother, he was the last one that squeezed out of...um...Daddy's big gut and boy did he sure put up a fight," he chuckled throatily, licking the extra fumy milk off his youngest son's tiny snout. The scent of the pup was soothing to inhale, cinnamon with a touch of frosted mint, as he brushed his nose over the baby's arching back, keeping him steady in his sightless wobbles. A sated yawn ghosted out of his depths before he effortlessly seized his stubborn toddler with a fore paw, guiding him closer to his chest. "C'mere, my malysh (baby boy)," he whispered fluidly in graveled Russian, feeling Brennen tensing under his curved paw. "S'it's okay Bren, you just snuggle up to Daddy and we'll pick a damn good name for him..."

Understanding had settled into the wolfling as he listened to his father's heartfelt story. His daddy never got to do something as important and special as naming a little brother that he would grow up with. There was a time that Brennen felt he wouldn't get to do it either. For so long he wanted a little brother to play with, to look after and to protect. He knew now he was the luckiest big brother in the whole world to get the chance. Wagging his tail excitedly, Brennen barks with a slight bounce in his paws. "Okay, daddy. I'll name him." Shifting on his feet, Brennen brings himself to hover over his little brother who squeaks and flays his little paws in the air. He was every bit as fussy as Brennen felt in the mornings when he wanted to stay in bed. "Let's see…" The wolfling feigns deep thought, circling the little baby and sniffing him at the same time. "How about…" Brennen shrugs, the task to find a good name that was both fitting and catchy. Surprisingly, he sees pup favor his left paw as he bats it into the air. "…South Paw?!" He barks up at Bucky with bright eyes as if a light-bulb went off in his head. He nearly deflates as his dad gives him an unimpressed look. "Hey, it's not bad!" Brennen says defensively.

"South Paw," Furrowing his brow into a pinch, Bucky chuckled out a breathless snort, as his steel-blue depths held a glint of boyish mischief. He nuzzled the tip of his whiskered snout over the infant pup's little pudgy belly that had streaks of pink, and listened to the fastidious squeaks emitting from his suckling mouth. He refused to allow his fatherly dominance dampen Brennen's joyous experience of christening his little guy with a defining name.

Bucky quirked the edges of his muzzle into a slanting grin, tenderly looking down at his copper furred baby wiggling against his shielding paw."I don't know, Bren, it does seem like a pretty cool name..." He drawled in husky pitch, arching his brows causally, nodding in a subtle fashion."Look, you gotta know that...um.. the name you chose is what we're gonna be calling this little guy forever, kiddo." He instantly discerned a flash of a sulk tampering over his eldest son's chubby and furry visage and blew out a long and exasperated sigh."Of course, it's not easy naming em', believe me, Bren. " He brushed his muzzle lovingly over Brennen's tensed back, grounding him closer to the nestling pup." ...but M' sure that if you really look at this furball, you'll get the right one..."

"Names are tough," Brennen concedes with a disgruntled sound. He would admit that his daddy had a point, and South Paw sounded more of a nickname than one they should call his new brother by each day. The excitement he initially felt at naming his brother takes a serious turn as he brings himself to think harder. He may be little, but Brennen knew that names came not just from endearing friends and relatives, but also by one's actions and personalities. His new baby brother was fascinating to him on many levels, not just because he was another boy in the family, but because his fur seemed to glow in the sunlight that beamed into the room; making it seemed like he was emanating fire. It made him look awesome and intimidating. "His fur looks like fire, daddy. It's so cool…like its ablaze…Blaze…" The name rolled off the tip of his tongue, giving him pleasant chills despite the meaning of the word.

"Mmm... Yeah, now that's a damn good name him," Bucky whispered softly, curving his fore paw just enough to tilt the baby pup slightly up, he smiled radiantly, inhaling the inviting scents of cinnamon and sandalwood. It astonished him that each of his pups had their own unique essence, but this little-- feisty-- guy, Bucky already detected jet fuel surging in his veins. He wondered how much of the super-soldier serum had infused within his pudgy form, only time would tell.

As tenderness bled through his menacing countenance, Bucky just embraced a cherishing and overwhelmingly poignant moment with both of his male detkas as he called his sightless and tennis ball sized newborn by the name Brennen had decided on, unaware that unshed tears were unknowingly glistening in his eyes to the brim. A tumult of emotion assailed him beneath masculine restraint. He was basking in a dreamlike state, the pressured throbbing in his swollen belly receded as he felt warmth--wholeness- return.

"Boy, if Lina only could see this now...' Bucky rasped heavily under breath, roving a heartfelt glance at his three baby girls nestled between Aurora and Madison. A spike of unbidden anguish lanced through him; he wanted his brazen and snarky kitten to be here with their babies, to ride every moment with him, but she was unreachable in form, one day, he vowed she would be free to live again.

Sniffling, the content and awestruck alpha stroked his wet tongue delicately over the squeaking pup's downy auburn fur, doing his very utmost not to cry. "Ya, hear that little cinnamon roll, your name is Blaze Dugan Barnes...” he smirked snarkily, as the name of his old and hearty spirited wartime comrade--Dum Dum Dugan --slotted into his mind. ‘There’s no way in hell, M’ namin’ my next kid after that English dame...Peggy...Not gonna happen.’

Chuckling freely with a throated snort, Bucky marveled genuinely at Blaze who fussed a little, bringing his paws up to swat reflexively against Bucky’s lengthy furred jaw. He beamingly shifted a soulful gaze back to Brennen, his steel-aquamarine orbs held a pulsating serene light before he sweetly caressed his newborn’s pudgy tummy, gliding his snout with pacifying motion.“We’re still gonna call ya...South Paw, cause it’s..um.. one of the best code names I’ve ever heard," he whispered drowsily, lifting his paw up to playfully nudge Brennen's muzzle.

"My idea! Mine!" Brennen chuckled mirthfully as he tries to return the gesture and nudge his father's muzzle. His smaller height, however, lands him against his father's arm instead. There was a vibrancy around him that had been missing for a long time, as if a new life had entered his body and lifted him away from the dreariness of boredom and loneliness. "Think he'll like his name, daddy?" Brennen asks curiously as he hovers about the small pup that squeaks and squirms on his back as if trying to roll over onto his side, towards the source of heat he could feel emanating close to him. Instinctively, Brennen helps him to roll over until Blaze's back is pressed against their daddy's side. Almost immediately, the pup began to relax and his fidgeting stopped.

Drawing out a ragged yawn that made his tongue curl with a low squeak, Bucky unabashedly lowered his head on the propped cushion that kept him in a comfortable position while nursing insatiable appetites. He felt the rapid pace of exhaustion seizing his massive canine body, it didn't prevent him from displaying a full measure of love to his rapturous toddler and the little guy tucked perfectly against his belly. "Of course he's gonna love the name, Bren..." he winced slightly, parting his jaws gaped as his fanged incisors gleamed against the caress of twilight shimmering over his dark chestnut fur.

 A swell of boyish laughter vibrated up his throat, as Bucky closed his eyes while easing out steady pants of breath. He easily sensed that Brennen was becoming distant, by the shift of retreating movement against the blankets. "Y'know you can settle right here at Daddy's big gut," he gently stretched out his hind leg to make room without disturbing the baby pup. His expression softened alight to fatherly warmth twinkling in his glacial depths of luminous aquamarine."Blaze isn't gonna mind, really...Plus the little dames are sleepin' with your sisters, so this is a good spot for a couple of Brooklyn boys to rest up...." He curved his muzzle into a lazy smirk, coaxingly."Whatya say, kiddo?"

The offer to Brennen was something he'd been waiting to hear for weeks now, since before his daddy made new babies and he and Mattie had to stay with Uncle Steve. As much as the second eldest of the Barnes litter tried to convey a look of strength and solidarity among his sisters, deep down he missed the close contact he shared with his alpha. His father was more than a source of inspiration and strength to him, but he was also the one he love and protective of most. Without his daddy he wouldn't be here, and he wouldn't have a new brother to share. "Okay, daddy." He makes his way over to a sizeable space made for him beside Blaze. The larger wolfing laid on his side, vertical to the auburn pup so that the tip of their heads nearly touched each other. The close proximity of his father and his brother filled Brennen with a surge of warmth that made him feel like the sun had entered his heart. He felt immeasurable contentment as if a greater piece of himself that was missing had just been recovered. "Thanks for letting me name him," he murmurs up to his father tiredly. "G'night, Blaze." Brennen yawns, stretching his jaw revealed rows of gleaming little canines, before he settles in for a comfortable rest.

The realness of the moment had grappled Bucky into an ecstatic realm of sheer contentment; it was a genuine feeling of home; something that he was cheated with for seventy years of being an unleashed and murderous weapon...Relishing in the stillness of mounting silence encompassing over his family, Bucky tearily stared at his two male pups, his boys that shared his hell-bent determination and surges lethal fire, they were definitely little Howling Commando's, who would someday to take on missions of survival and follow his intimating shadow. Gracing a soft lick over Brennen's head, he drawled soothingly, just above a whisper. 'M so proud of you, Bren...You're gonna be a great big brother, just like Daddy."

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i don’t know if this episode of atpoaim was massively emotional or if i’m just emotionally drained because i sobbed the entire time i watched it.