#loud and wrong

[berberriescorner]

"Lean On Me"

Characters: Husband!Kevin x Pregnant Black!Reader.

Summary: After a long day, exhaustion weighs heavy—until Kevin steps in, offering the kind of love and support that only he can. You find relief, comfort, and a heartfelt confession in his arms that makes you fall for him all over again.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy-related discomfort, including back pain, exhaustion, and physical strain. There are moments of emotional vulnerability. This fic—one-shot—whatever you want to call it, is filled with heavy fluff, affectionate moments, and heartfelt confessions that may be intensely sweet for some readers😆🥰🫶🏾.

Word Count: 1,400+.

The ache in your lower back felt relentless, and as you leaned against the kitchen counter, you let out a small groan while pressing a hand to the base of your spine. Between the weight of your very active little one and the long day, you were starting to wonder how much longer you could stay on your feet.

The sound of Kevin’s boots coming through the door didn’t register right away, your focus on the pressure building in your hips. He’d texted earlier to say he was on his way home, but with the baby brain fog and your exhaustion, you’d already lost track of time.

You jumped slightly when a familiar set of strong arms came around you from behind, pulling you back into a wall of warmth and strength.

“Kev—”

“Relax, baby,” he murmured in that soft, reassuring tone of his. His lips brushed your temple as he adjusted his hold, one large hand slipping under your swollen belly while the other curved protectively around your side. Then, with ease, he lifted your stomach just enough to take the weight off your body.

Your whole body sighed in relief as the pressure instantly eased. “Oh my God,” you exhaled, tilting your head back to rest against his chest. “I love you so much right now.”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling low in his chest. “I love you, too. You looked like you needed a little help.”

“A little?” You laughed softly, covering his hand with yours as you marveled at how easily he held you and your little one. “I don’t know how you knew, but don’t move. Just—stay like this forever.”

Kevin pressed a lingering kiss to the side of your face. “Anything for my girls.”

You couldn’t help the smile spreading across your lips. “You sure about that? ‘Cause you’re about to have to carry me everywhere at this rate.”

“Done.” He grinned, giving your belly a gentle pat. “I told you when we got married, I got you. Always.”

And as he continued to hold you there, his presence grounding you and his strength supporting you, you felt a deep wave of love for the man who never hesitated to take care of you—no matter what.

Kevin shifted slightly, adjusting his stance to hold you more comfortably. “You know,” he mused, his voice a warm hum against your ear, “I kinda like this. You leaning on me, lettin’ me take care of you.”

You sighed, letting yourself sink further into his hold. “I know you do,” you admitted. “And I love you for it. But I hate feeling like I can’t do everything I normally do.”

Kevin huffed a soft laugh, his hand smoothing slow circles over your belly. “Baby, you’re growin’ a whole human. That is doin’ everything. Probably more than you should be.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t argue. He wasn’t wrong. Still, you’d always been independent—handling things on your own, rarely asking for help. But Kevin saw right through you and knew when to step in without making you feel like you were incapable.

“C’mon,” he coaxed, gently turning you in his arms so you were facing him. “Let’s get you off your feet.”

You started to protest, but Kevin cut you off with a knowing look. “Don’t even try it. You need to sit down, and I need to put my hands on you. Been thinking about you all day.”

Your lips parted, heat creeping up your neck. “That right?”

“Mm-hmm.” He grinned, dipping his head to steal a lingering kiss. “Now, are you gonna let me take care of you, or am I gonna have to throw you over my shoulder?”

You smirked, tilting your head up to him. “You wouldn’t.”

Kevin arched a brow, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, you know I would.”

You scoffed, folding your arms. “Kevin, I’m pregnant. You are not throwing me anywhere.”

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. “Alright, alright. No throwin’. But I am gettin’ you off your feet.”

Before you could argue, he bent down and slid his arms under you with ease, lifting you into a careful cradle against his chest. “That better?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he carried you to the couch.

You sighed, melting into his warmth. “Yeah… that’s better.”

“That’s what I thought.” He grinned, easing you down gently before kneeling in front of you. His large hands found your legs, thumbs pressing into your aching calves. “Now just sit back and relax, baby. I got all night.”

And as Kevin massaged away the tension, whispering sweet reassurances against your skin, you realized something—letting him take care of you wasn’t weakness. It was love. And damn, you’d never felt more cherished.

Kevin’s fingers worked their magic, kneading away the tension in your legs with slow, deliberate strokes. Your eyelids fluttered, a soft hum of appreciation slipping from your lips as you melted into the couch.

“You keep doin’ that, and I might just fall asleep right here,” you murmured, voice thick with exhaustion.

Kevin chuckled, his thumbs pressing into a particularly sore spot. “That’s the goal, mamas. You need to rest.”

You peeked at him through heavy lashes, catching the way his gaze softened as he looked up at you. There was something else there, something deeper behind the tenderness in his touch.

“What?” you asked, tilting your head.

Kevin hesitated for a beat, then exhaled, his hands stilling against your legs. “Just thinkin’.”

You nudged him with your knee. “’Bout what?”

His lips quirked, but his eyes held something more serious now. “’Bout how we got here. Feels like just yesterday we were talkin’ about maybe tryin’ for a baby, and now…” His hands moved to your belly, warm and steady. “Now we’re weeks away from meetin’ our little girl.”

Your heart swelled at the wonder in his voice. “Crazy, huh?”

Kevin nodded, and then his expression turned thoughtful. “You ever think about what she’s gonna be like?”

A smile tugged at your lips as you rested a hand over his. “All the time.”

“Yeah?” He grinned. “What do you see?”

You sighed dreamily, letting your head fall back against the couch. “She’s got your eyes, no question. That deep brown, the kind that can say a million things without a single word.”

Kevin’s fingers flexed against your belly, and you swore you felt the baby shift in response.

“She’s got your smile too,” you continued, tracing absent patterns over the back of his hand. “That one that makes people feel safe. Loved.”

Kevin shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping him. “I love that,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “But if I’m bein’ honest… I’d love for her to look just like you.”

Your brows lifted in surprise. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” His gaze locked onto yours, his grip on your belly tightening just slightly as if he were holding onto something sacred. “I mean, don’t get me wrong—I’d be proud if she had a little of me in her. But you?” His thumb brushed along your knuckles, his expression turning reverent. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known. Inside and out.”

Your breath hitched.

“I want her to have your smile,” he continued, his voice deep and certain. “The one that lights up a whole damn room before you even say a word. I want her to have your laugh—’cause it’s my favorite sound in the world.”

A lump formed in your throat and Kevin wasn’t done.

“And if she’s got your heart? If she’s got even half of your kindness, your strength, your fire?” He exhaled, shaking his head as if the thought alone humbled him. “Then she’s already gonna be the luckiest little girl in the world.”

Tears pricked your eyes, and you let out a shaky breath. “Kevin…”

He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, his hand still cradling your belly. “I mean it, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. “I love you. And I love her already. But if she comes out lookin’ just like her mama?” He grinned. “That’s a win in my book.”

Your heart clenched, full to bursting.

You swallowed thickly, shaking your head with a watery laugh. “You just want me to cry, huh?”

Kevin chuckled, brushing his thumb under your eye before you could blink away the emotion. “Nah, I just want you to know how much I love you. How much I love our little family.”

And in that moment, with his hands on you, his love wrapped around you, you knew—this was home.

Wasn't this the cutest ish ever!? "God, it's me again," *points at fic* "I want one." I hope you enjoyed some domestic Zaddy Atwater💓. Comments and reblogs are appreciated.

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@ravennaortiz

[borednboujee]

Whoever said holding on to anger (or hating someone) is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die gotta be crashing out right now

[thashining]

not to say we told you so... but we did

@pissedoffbartender

[museofthesunshine]

We talk about regulating and banning podcast mics but we need to talk about the damage of tiktokers as well

[silverpiwon]

The way I gasped

[casasupernovas]

the way people frame martha as this pushy girl who tries to force her feelings on the doctor when martha jones says out of her own mouth that she doesn't want him to remember her confessing her feelings for him.

[flashrod4]

People who call Warren a stalker and creepy for glancing around a corner and a saying things during a nightmare sequence that wasn't real

[shecanball]

I love when commentators rewrite history lmao

[cas-poisoning]

No matter what anyone tries to tell you, there will never be another Supernatural

[thelonesomequeen]

[berberriescorner]

“Loud and Wrong”

Characters: Kevin Atwater x Black!Reader.

Summary: Kevin and wifey have a minor disagreement.

Warnings: Fluff and a dash of spicy talk.

Word Count: 2,000+.

A/N: Well, lovelies. I've been having sleepless nights lately. Dealing with some ish. Life be life-inggg and it's keepin' my ass up at night *le sigh*. Tired of my mind racing. So to cut off intrusive thoughts I gave it a go and worked on some of my WIPS. My head quieted down enough for me to finish one. I've got some other things I've been working on as well. Fingers crossed I can finish some other works🤞🏾. This isn't heavily edited, but I hope you still enjoy it my loves🫶🏾. Here's to hoping I haven't lost my spark as a writer 😩😆🤷🏾‍♀️.

“The disrespect in this household is at an all-time high. Just going to sit there and eat in my face like that.”

Your husband called you earlier as he was leaving the precinct. He informed you that Halstead, Ruzek, and Voight wanted to watch the game tonight. Kevin called to see if it’d be okay for them to watch it at the house. Once he had confirmation that it was cool with you, he mentioned they’d be stopping for food. He offered to pick you up something as well, but you declined. You weren’t feeling well, so you didn’t have a taste for anything. Kevin asked if you were sure. After confirming, the call ended with “I love you.” Going against his better judgment, he found himself in the hot seat.

“What are you talking about, baby? How did I disrespect you?” Kevin’s senses prickled, and he braced himself for a lecture.

“So, you didn’t bring me any food? Give me some of your wings, babe,” you plead.

Not thinking it through, he let his temper get the best of him. Kevin fussed, “Did you, or did you not say you weren’t hungry? No, baby, you do this every time. You should’ve told me to get you some food. Why do you do that?”

Your eyebrows raised, “Am I not allowed to change my mind?”

“Don’t answer that,” Adam fake coughed, “loaded question.”

Ignoring his best friend, you smirked as Voight’s hand met the back of Ruzek’s head, and he whispered an apology.

“I’m not even that hungry. I just want a couple of wings and some fries.”

“Which means you want all my flats and the crispy fries. That’s the best part of the meal. If you changed your mind, there was plenty of time to call me back and ask for something. Why not do that? Am I right, or am I missing something here,” he directed the last question at the guys. They had been sitting in uncomfortable silence, trying to remain neutral. Neither Ruzek nor Halstead wanted any part of the exchange.

“Kev, give that beautiful woman some food. Always keep your wife happy,” Voight replied.

“I’m not in it, Bro,” Jay replied, while Adam held his hands up, wanting no part of the conversation.

“You should listen to Voight. Besides, I did text you.”

“No, you didn't. I had my phone on me the entire time, love.”

“Oh, so now I’m a liar? Okay, bet,” you responded, tone clipped. You sat beside Kevin with your arms crossed, giving him the silent treatment.

It had only been a few minutes when it started driving him crazy. “Here, ma. Just take some. I guess I can order some more food.”

“I’m good. Liars don’t get rewarded. Right?”

“Man, whatever,” he responded, kissing his teeth as he shook his head. “I’ll gladly enjoy my food.”

His phone signaled a text from Halstead. The men made eye contact as Jay’s facial expression signaled for Kevin to read it.

“Bro, are you crazy? Don’t argue with a pregnant woman. She’s growing your child. The least you could do is just go with it, even if she’s acting a little dramatic. It’s not her, it’s the hormones, brother 😏.”

Kevin sighed, knowing Jay was right. Not even bothering to respond, he backed out of the message. His movements halted as he noticed an unread message. Turns out you had texted him an order.

Feeling like a jerk, he locked his phone, sliding it back into his pocket. Not saying a word, he grabbed his to-go box, gently placing it in yours. His lips left a juicy kiss on your cheek, trailing up to the left temple before he spoke, “You're right, baby. I should’ve ordered extra food, just in case. Eat this, and I’ll just order some more.”

“Mm, am I right? Or did you finally see my text message? Jackass.”

He couldn’t even be mad because you were right. The doorbell sounded, leaving a confused look on your husband's face. Dumping the box back onto his lap, you turned to Voight.

“Could you help me up? Please,” you asked, voice soft and angelic.

Kevin quickly placed his food on the coffee table. “Stop playing, mama. I can get the door.” You rolled your eyes, “I’ll get it,” you snapped. Kevin stood there tilting his head to the side, burning with attitude. Voight inserted himself, “You two play nice and put this to rest. I’ll get the door.”

“Nonsense, you’re our guest,” you responded, but Voight was already up, halfway to the door.

Hank was only gone a few minutes. He returned to the family room, smiling and chuckling to himself. “Mrs. Atwater. I never want to be on your bad side. Kevin–Bro. I don't know how you'll pull yourself out of this one.”

Kevin looked at Voight quizzically. He watched as his boss laid a fatherly kiss on his wife's temple. It fully registered for him as he witnessed the man hand her an Uber Eats bag. The same logo they had all gotten their dinner from was written in big, bold letters on the receipt attached. The two of you glared at one another as you dug in and devoured a handful of fries.

The room erupted in laughter as Kevin rolled his eyes. Unlike the other men in the room, he found nothing funny.

“When did you order food?”

“The minute you called me a liar.”

Kevin pinched the bridge of his nose.

I love the hell out of this woman, but she gon’ drive me crazy.

“You cannot be serious. Let's not pretend you didn't know I’d give in and share my food. Why must you be so damn petty, woman?”

“Just hush. It’s over. Sit down, eat your food, and enjoy the game. I know I will,” you responded with a devious smirk.

Kevin groaned in irritation as he reclaimed the spot next to you. You felt his pillowy, soft lips press against your cheek, moving to that spot behind your ear. He smiled at the shiver his actions pulled from you. Fighting back a grin, you playfully rolled your eyes. With a mouthful of chicken, you responded, “Still not forgiven. You'll have to do more groveling than that, boo.”

He leaned close, whispering in your ear, “That's cute. Trust me, love. I have my ways. Daddy knows how to make it up to you. Wait until I get you alone.”

“Bro! We can hear you,” Adam complained.

“I’m beginning to wonder how this isn’t your second or third baby, Kev,” Voight teased.

Hank joked as the other two sat there, blushing like crazy. Covering your face, you awkwardly laughed with embarrassment.

“I’d get up and leave you to fend for yourself, but I can’t exactly make a run for it these days,” you ribbed Kevin.

As you were about to shrink into yourself sheepishly, the doorbell went off, and you left Kevin to deal with taunts and teases from his work family. With a firm grasp of his forearm and shoulder, you lifted off the couch. Looks of admiration rained upon you as each man watched the cute waddle you made toward the entrance.

Damn near breathless from the short distance, you took a moment to catch your breath. “Baby? Are you good?” You waved him off, telling him to calm down, and pulled open the door. Burgess and Upton’s eyes shone with excitement as they started to make a fuss over your growing baby bump. You chuckled as they questioned why you’d been the one to answer. The minute the three of you entered the living room, Burgess crossed the room, bopping Adam and Kevin upside the head as Upton chastised Halstead and Voight.

“Ladies, please. Don’t be too hard on the fellas. They all offered, but I refused,” you waved your hands. “You guys know I’m stubborn.

“As hell,” Kevin interjected.

“You want static with me so bad,” you sassed.

Kevin threw his hands up in surrender and bit his lip, slightly turned on by your attitude. Behind that sexy smirk was playfulness and something else you couldn’t quite figure out. Adam cleared his throat, “Ladies, not to be disrespectful, but can you stop giving us a hard time? We promise to behave if you just let us watch the game.”

Kim rolled her eyes, mumbling, “You’re making it very hard to like you right now. The couch is calling your name.”

Before Adam could dig himself into a deeper hole, you directed the women toward the kitchen where your peace and sanctuary awaited you.

“I’ll take this,” you said, snatching your wings from Kevin’s grasp. “I’m not sharing either,” you mocked. He nodded his head, sucking his bottom lip in. “Alright, ma. Keep it up. I’m keeping a tally.” You chuckled, turning to head further into the kitchen. You had to have the last word.

“When will you stop with these hollow, empty threats, dear sweet husband?”

Kevin’s head pushed back into the couch cushion behind him as he watched you walk away. He groaned to himself, or so he thought.

“Leave that poor woman alone, bro,” Adam joked.

“I can’t help it. That woman knows how to keep me on my toes, and I live for it.”

Every man in the living room had been hyper-focused on the game except for the man of the house. The sassiness you had given him earlier had heat simmering inside him. Your attitude always sparked a desire in him. His hands vibrated with a need to grab a handful of you. Kevin wanted nothing more than to have a moment alone with you.

Pulling himself from his lustful thoughts, he cleared his throat, “I’m going to go grab another beer. Anybody want one?”

The crew nodded “yes” in unison, eyes still fixated on the television screen. Kevin leaned against the kitchen archway, listening to the animated conversation among the women. You could feel his eyes on you, and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips.

“Is there something that you need, Mr. Atwater,” you questioned with a playful edge.

Your eyes connected with his before slowly trailing down to his bottom lip, tucked between his teeth. Hidden behind the lip bite was a sinful smirk that screamed trouble. Kim and Hailey’s stares bounced between the two of you. Clearing her throat, Kim stuttered, “You know think I hear Adam calling? Hailey, you want to join me? We’ll meet you two in the living room, yeah,” she questioned, both women not giving you time to respond.

“Traitorous heifers,” you mumbled under your breath.

You stood behind the kitchen island, arms crossed, watching Kevin make slow, calculated strides toward you. He stepped behind you, gently grabbing your waist and turning you to face him. The giant man towered over you, licking his soft, plump lips. The action alone caused you to bite back a moan. He bent lower as his mouth ghosted over your own.

“You still mad at me, baby?”

“Mad? No. Irritated, yes,” you finished, neck rolling a bit.

Kevin chuckled lightly, and in a flash, he grasped your hips, lifting you and depositing you onto the counter. Standing between your parted thighs, he leaned in and trailed his lips from your chest to the side of your neck. It slipped your mind that the house wasn’t empty, and a moan escaped your lips.

“Shhh, mamas. Don’t forget we have company.”

“Then let me down,” you gasped as his lips gently suckled your flesh.

“Not a chance in hell. Got you right where I want you now.”

“K-Kevin, seriously. You're getting me all wound up. The baby finally settled and stopped kicking me every five minutes. Don't get her started up again. Down. I want too get down,” you whined like a toddler.

“Tell me you're no longer irritated. I don't want to beef with you anymore, love. If you promise we’re good, I'll let you down,” he smirked.

“You're so irritating,” you responded playfully, rolling your eyes. “Fine, we're good!”

His hand cupped your chin as he pecked your lips continuously. It sent you into a fit of giggles. Your hand daringly wrapped around his throat to the best of its ability. Kevin groaned, pulling his plump lip between his teeth.

“I know that look. What you tryna do with a house full of guests, Mr. Atwater?”

Before your husband could reply, Voight’s voice boomed from the living room, “You two aren't as discreet as you believe yourselves to be. Atwater, halftime is over. Leave that sweet woman alone.”

“Yes sir!”

His lips landed a kiss on your forehead as he promised, “I'm taking your fine ass on a date tomorrow night.”

Kevin swept you off the counter, helping you find your footing as your swollen feet met the hardwood floors. He leaned in giving you one last sensual kiss, promising to ravish you once the two of you were alone.

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[ophernelia]

Just witnessed my man fight with the word machinima and it really made me laugh lmao. It’s similar to how you pronounce the “machin” part of “machine”. It’s “muh-shin-nih-muhs”.

[lazyscience]

(picks bloody and battered self and flattened soapbox up and limps away) note to self: update the list of classic blunders

never get involved in a land war in Asia

never go in against a Sicilian, when death is on the line!

item 3: never, ever get involved when people are being loudly and confidently wrong on the Internet about how someone shouldn't neuter her adorable new pair of voids until 6 months old for the girl and 1 year for the boy. I politely said "hey, I know that used to be the recommendation, but more long-term studies have been done and anesthesia has gotten better and Cornell Vet School and AVMA have updated recommendations about pediatric spay/neuter, since there aren't greater complication rates and younger kittens bounce back faster from their procedures."

I was immediately besieged in shrieks of "incomplete growth plaaaaaates!!!" (wrong, receipt here) and "increased risk of urolithiasis and blockage!!!!" (wrong wrong, receipt here) and "males can't even fertilize until they're a year oooooold!" (wrong wrongity wrong! receipt here!).

I gave up quickly, the vet tech still there in the comments was going down for the third time but still fighting when I left.

Wrong: "well I've read all these studies!"

Vet tech: "i've read studies too, the ones that are 20 years more recent than yours! Information updates as we learn more, it's a thing!"

Wrong: "veterinarians just want to make money!"

tech: "...first, who you think are DOING those studies you claim to have read because it would ALSO have been veterinarians, and second, it does not cost a different amount to spay at 4 months than it does at 1 year?"

Wrong: "you WANT them to get urinary blockages so they'll have to have MORE SURGERIES!!!!"

me (to tech): "I know, but walk away. They're like this in human medicine too and once it gets to this point Jonas Salk himself couldn't convince them with an iron lung to the cranium."

Anyway I'm not Bob Barker, but you should still have your kittens spayed or neutered to avoid Uncle Dad litters. g'bye everyone!

[imekasf]

One of my favorite coffee shops near my place also happens to be right next to the Golden Gate Bridge. I actually love people watching there, because there are people visiting it from all over the world, and it’s fun to watch folks get to see the bridge in person for the first time.

Today I was having coffee with a friend of mine who also struggles with Mother’s Day, and we were sat next to one of the many educational panels about the bridge. This couple walked up, both American I believe (based on how he later complained about the price of souvenirs in National Park gift shops) to look at the panels.

The man looked at the panel next to us, which had the date of the photo in large font, along with a description of what it was, and loudly declared that it was a photo of the bridge being dismantled. (It was a photo of the bridge being built.) He THEN loudly declared that the original bridge was green (there has only been one bridge there, and it has always been International Orange).

The woman said pretty much nothing (couldn’t get a word in edgewise) and the couple proceeded to the gift shop to buy “overpriced national park stickers”.

Anyway, there is a person walking around in this world who believes the Golden Gate Bridge was built, painted green, dismantled, and then painted orange, and I can’t stop wondering what else he is walking around being loud and wrong about.

[charlotte-of-wales]

when the “well ACKTCHUALLY—“ comment turned into a whole ass essay

[malkahpariyz]

I’m tired of these people out here who will relentlessly fight down the truth, that is validly backed and spoken by credible people who have done their research and recon on a subject & know exactly what they are saying and talking about AND THEY ARE RIGHT, but these people will fight down what the valid people are saying in all the ignorant ways they can just because the truth that person is speaking does not allow these people out here to HATE on others anymore and puts the ignorance to death.

Oh baby believe me, we people who are aware and well informed we know FULL WELL exactly what is said and not said, we know EXACTLY what is going on and we understand all sides of the story being told (right or wrong story being told, we understand the points that are being made, even if they are invalid, we get what is trying to be done and why the people are saying whatever they are saying) for how it is being told and what is being told… and guess what YALL STILL LOUD AND WRONG.

I understand perfectly what you’re trying to say sweetie. We understand far more than your ignorance and arrogance will admit to yourself. And guess what?You’re still WRONG.

What’s right is right and what’s wrong is wrong.

No matter how much you hate spewers want that to be a lie, it’s the truth.

Get a clue.

Stop the belligerent ignorance.

Learn something for once. Don’t just tell yourself what makes you feel comfortable with being wrong.

Don’t try to discredit the absolutely creditable and correct.

Don’t shoot the messenger. Just get informed.

Don’t be a sheep today people. Be leaders.

- The Modest Blog