#I'm giggling a little now but it's mostly sleep deprivation and also I want to crawl under a rock and hide

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[analogwriting]

Not the American Average

Sabo x gn!reader

word count: 4k

a/n: disclaimer; i tried my hardest to keep it vague enough to keep it gender neutral. lemme know if i fucked up lmao.

also i was listening to an old middle school playlist when ntaa by asking alexandria played (an old fave of mine, still goes hard btw). and i instantly thought of sabo mostly bc he's british n so is danny (lead singer) and the whole song is just about him fuckin' an american girl (for the first time, i'm pretty sure). ANYWAY i could go on about the lore but this is my first time posting my smut so don't judge me too hard. i also wrote this, in, like, two hours n im v sleep deprived. okie imma stop ramblin' now (idk if you can see it but the bolded is the lyrics of the song)

On a night after heavy drinking, Sabo finds himself stumbling to a hotel with someone he’d been eyeing at the bar all week. He was currently in this town on a mission. With how much he’d had to drink, he couldn’t even recall the mission right now - not that it mattered, it was over with anyway. He was just enjoying the last few nights he had here before he had to move on to the next one.

“One, two, three…four! Here we are,” he said, fumbling with his keys. A giggle escapes from your lips as you hang on his arm. You watched him struggle for a moment before taking them from him and successfully opening the door. He stared at you for a moment, once again, your words ringing in his head. When he had finally built up the courage to seek you out, you had surprised him with all the obscenities you had whispered in his ear. Even church grandmothers’ would’ve fainted at your words - however it had only made his own heart race.

In your drunken conversation, you had told him he could do whatever he wanted. That you could see the feral side of him that he kept deep down within him. That you wanted him to bring it out and use it against you. And he had taken you up on it. It all seemed too good to be true. 

Sure, he’s had people say things like that before, but none of them ever stuck through with their words and there was always a hint of hesitation. However, the way you said it? There was a certain tone of your voice that he couldn’t say no to.

He felt like it was a dream. “All the things that you said, was it all in my head?” he mumbled to himself. “Huh?” You turned to look at him and he just smiled, sliding his arms around your waist as he kissed you hard.

He could hear a gasp fall from your lips accompanied by a loud moan. You were just as excited as he was.“Come on, baby…” He kissed at your neck, causing you to moan a little louder. He felt as your hands gripped his sleeves. “Keep it down.” He brought a gloved hand up and traced your jawline before going over your bottom lip.. “Honey, hush your lips.” You pushed forward, kissing him hard and pushing him into the threshold of the dingy hotel room he had been staying in these last few days.

A low chuckle escaped from him as you immediately began to tear off his clothing. He closed the door behind him, doing the same to you. Clothes training from the backdoor, to the bedroom. You two were on a mission and nothing was stopping you, not even undressing. Your lips barely left one another, constant contact was established. An addiction already seemed to be starting to form - which could be dangerous.

Sabo realizes something, chuckling softly. “I’ve been watching you the last few nights and I don’t even know your name,” he purred against your neck as he started to attack it once more. He kissed and bit at your flesh, feeling himself growing harder every time you let out a whine.

Oh, how he loved the way you reacted to his touches. You seemed to melt against him, your body molding perfectly with his. The only regret he had now was not doing this with you sooner.

He watched you as a coy look spread across your face. “Mm, we can do introductions later. Easier for you to degrade me if you don’t know.” You winked at him, and he felt his heart racing. How the hell were you so fucking perfect? You were like an answer to his dreams. Excitement filled his chest and he kissed you hard, gripping your hips roughly. When you gasped, he used this opportunity to let his tongue explore the insides of your mouth.

After a moment, he pulled away, leaving both of you panting. “Give me all you got - make this night worth my time.” 

You laugh, and by golly, it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. It’s what drew his attention to you in the first place. He had been in mid conversation with someone when he heard it the first time. His head snapped over so quickly that his colleague was concerned he’d break it. “How about you make this worth my time,” you teased, tugging on his hair to kiss him once more and he groaned against you. Fuck, you and that tongue of yours.

You drove him wild, making him all kinds of excited. He’s never felt so alive. Never had a hookup who met his own energy. He might just have to take you with him if everything went well enough. His cause always needed more people and you seemed competent enough. Or maybe he’d just keep you around as his little whore.

He already knew that he was going to love every moment of this. “What I would give to live this night again,” he mumbled against you once more, his hands trailing down your arms before grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head as he pushed you against the wall. You gasped, looking at him with a mix of surprise and excitement. “We haven’t even gotten to the good parts yet,” you purred, licking your lips as you took him in. The hungry look in your eyes was going to drive him over the edge.

“I knew when I first saw you…” He trailed off, kissing at your jaw and nearing your ear, nipping it lightly. “You’d fuck like a whore.” He felt you shiver against him. You were loving this just as much as he was. “Mmm, only for those who I think have promise.” Oh, such sharp wit.

He watched you for a moment, grinning. Fuck, you were breathtaking. He didn’t know if he just wanted to sit and look at you or absolutely devour you. There was just something about you that made it hard for him to think straight. He dove back in, releasing your hands. They immediately found their way around his neck. He felt you tug his hair and he let out a growl.

He buried his face in your neck, covering you with hickies. Your little mewls and moans made him so painfully hard. His teeth grazed your skin before he bit down, rather hard, on your shoulder. You cried out, not from pain, but from absolute pleasure. He felt you move your hand, getting ready to cover your mouth when he stopped you. He pinned your wrist above your head, clicking his tongue.

“Oh, absolutely not. I hope they hear you scream for more.” 

He watched in amusement as you squirmed beneath him, your face turning red. But he could also see the excitement in your eyes and, for a moment, he could’ve swore he could hear your heart racing. He kissed you again, moving to your jaw, your neck, your chest. He trailed his kisses down, down.

As he moved lower, he was eventually on his own knees, looking up at you. The lust filled look in your eyes easily kept him going. He was going to make sure you screamed with pleasure. He loved hearing the sounds you made. In one quick movement, he had one of your legs over his shoulder, kissing your inner thigh. He felt you shiver underneath his touch.

He grinned, feeling his own excitement growing. As much as he wanted to pin you to the bed and absolutely ravage you, he was having fun toying with you like this. “Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze.” He bit your inner thigh, causing you to squeak out another moan in surprise. He trailed his lips along your inner thigh, moving closer and closer to your own arousal. The smell was intoxicating. You were like a beast in heat.

So was he.

The featherlight touches were making you squirm and mewl, something he was quite enjoying. You were riled up. “Please,” you begged. He felt his own heart race and he grinned. “We can’t rush these things.” He was honestly just enjoying the show. He stopped short of finally giving you what you wanted, causing you to whine.

He licked his lips, looking at you. He studied your face, admiring your lust blown pupils. “My lips will be your poison.”

He pulled away, removing your leg off of his shoulder which earned a confused look from you. He stood back up, kissing you again before he flipped you around. He pressed into your body, feeling you up and down. You gasped as the cool wall touched your bare skin. He felt as you shivered against him. “Oh, my apologies, didn’t mean to make you so cold.” 

Suddenly, he bent you over, admiring your ass. He licked his lips, groping at you roughly, causing you to moan loudly and press into his touches. Your desperation was evident and he wanted to drive you absolutely insane. He was going to fine dine on this bodacious ass of yours.

He didn’t give you time to process exactly what was happening before he spread your cheeks and dove right in.

It wasn’t long before he felt you shaking, using all your strength and concentration to keep standing but you were sinking lower and lower. He watched as your nails dug into the wall and you threw your head back as you cried out with your climax. At least your first one - he planned on pulling out as many as he could tonight. He pulled away, watching in pride as you slowly slumped to your knees. “They bring you to your knees, huh?” You looked at him over your shoulder, panting heavily. The look in your eye made him grin. You were far from done and that’s exactly what he was going to hope for.

He stands up, looking down at you. You moved to stand and he held out a hand to stop you. His own throbbing cock was in your face now. “Get down. It’s almost over. The first act, at least.” He was so painfully hard and in desperate need of release. “Ah, come on now…” 

You looked up at him through your lashes and he let out a small growl, taking a fistful of your hair and tugging it roughly. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned loudly, gripping onto his thigh to steady yourself. “Take it all the way,” he crooned.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You took him into your hand, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock before pressing a few down his shaft. Watching you practically worship his cock…it almost sent him over the edge and you hadn’t even done anything yet. 

A smile spreads across your face and you look at him with a lust fueled gaze. He felt his own body heat up and his brain short circuits for a moment. He didn’t have time to recover as you gobbled down his cock with ease. His eyes widened and his head fell back as he moaned loudly. Fuck, you felt so perfect. Your mouth was warm - throat tight. He might get addicted to you, honestly.

Then you started to absolutely go to town on his cock like some professional. As if your only job in life was to suck his cock. His head was spinning and he could already feel himself ready to finish. Were you trying to embarrass him by finishing him off quickly?

Before he could stop you to try and regain his composure, he came hard down your throat. His own voice filled the small room as he moaned along with his release. He looked down, watching you down every drop like it was the first meal you’d had in days. He was panting, his head falling back as he closed his eyes - just enjoying the feel of post climax. His whole entire body was buzzing, but he wasn’t done yet either.

Oh no. He was far from it.

Yanking you by your hair, he pulls you off of him with an audible ‘pop’. The noise resonated with his ears. He liked that noise. You hummed, looking up at him with a half lidded look that only furthered his hunger for you. He pulls you up on your feet, crashing his lips with yours. The both of you making animalistic groans against each other. He could feel your heart racing right along with his. His arms moved around your waist and he squeezed, causing you to squirm against him. “Sir,” you whined and he felt something within him snap.

“You stupid fucking whore, don’t you know how crazy you drive me?” he purred against your lips and you only answered with a breathless giggle. Even with his obscene words, you seemed to relish in them. Fuck, you were perfect.

He sat on the bed, looking up at you as you still stood. You leaned down to kiss him again, softer this time. In a way that caused his heart to race in a different kind of way. Butterflies gathering in his stomach. Oh, this was dangerous.

“And after all of all my dreaming being only you…” He leaned back as a lazy smile spread across his face, admiring your body. His eyes scanned every inch of you, burning you into his mind - you gave him a couple of poses. “You’re standing there…”

He licked his teeth, looking up at you. The gaze you were giving him caused his heart to jump into his throat. It was full of excitement and lust. He could tell you were barely holding back. He could only imagine what you were thinking right now. Oh, what he would give to be able to peek into that slutty mind of yours.

“Baby, oh the things that I could do.”

“Then do them.” His eyes widened as you moved to crawl into his lap and straddle him. Your arms found their way around his neck and you kissed him again, hungrier than the last. His hands rested on your hips, growling as you grinded into his lap. You were just trying to drive him mad, weren’t you?

“You seem to be trapped in your own head. Just act. Don’t think about it. I said anything, remember?” 

He stared at you in disbelief. How were you already able to call him out so easily? It's like you saw right through him. Most people didn’t pay any mind to him. Didn’t notice just how in his own head he was. He was constantly thinking, hardly able to just…stop doing that.

A laugh escaped him and he shook his head. “Oh, I’m just relishing in the thought of absolutely ravaging you.”

“How about you make that thought a reality?” You kissed him again, causing his whole body to melt into you as you grinded into him again. He let out another growl, pinning you to the bed as he started to kiss and bite at your neck again. You squirm underneath him, letting out moans and pressing against him.

His hand travelled down your side and your own breathing hitched with anticipation. 

Suddenly, he pulled away, moving to sit against the wall as he grabbed a drink off the nightstand. Probably from pregaming earlier. He leaned back with a lazy smile on his face. “Back to the wall with a drink in my hand?” He downed what was in the cup, tossing it to the side as he grinned widely. “Let the show begin.”

You looked at him, surely not knowing exactly what he meant by that. That was okay - you would soon enough.

“Stand.” You obeyed like an obedient animal, standing immediately.  “Turn.” You did. “Back it up, baby, ride.” He leaned forward to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you over his lap. “Ride.” You leaned your head back, working your way onto his cock. “Riiiide,” he groaned slowly as you took him fully. It took some work, but you were able to take all of him in one go.

You’re so tight and so perfect. He almost couldn’t take it. He pulled you back to him, his mouth next to your ear. He’d never felt so good inside of someone. Hell, most of the time, people couldn’t take all of him. Or they’d end up just finishing from the penetration alone and be done. “You know, one step too late…” He chuckled softly, his thoughts trailing off as a new one formed. He was panting and not exactly speaking coherently. He was so excited and so extremely turned on that he couldn’t think straight. “And I never told you…that I can’t take another disappointment…” You started moving your hips, immediately driving him insane. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling it roughly.

You cried out, head falling back on his shoulder. “Are you saying you’re disappointed, sir,” you panted, relentless in your movements as you looked at him out of the corner of your eye. A small chuckle escaped with a shake of his head. “Far from it, but hopefully you can keep up with me.” Usually, people tapped out after the first round. Or even after barely beginning. It was all so…disappointing. He bit onto your shoulder, squeezing your hip. A moan escaped from you. “This is only the first round, after all.”

You looked at him, not ceasing your movements. A grin spread across your face as you looked back at him. “Let’s see if you can keep up with me.” That was the second time you used his own words against him almost immediately.

He blinked, but wasn’t able to be shocked for too long before he groaned. You worked his cock like a pro but with your mouth and riding him. Were you actually like a whore like he had teased?

“Let’s see if you can keep that attitude.”

“I think I remember saying I’m at your disposal.”

Fuck, you really knew what to say, didn’t you? You knew just what to say to drive him absolutely wild. “That you did,” he mumbled, placing a hand at the back of your neck as you leaned forward to really start working him.

He moved quickly. Next thing you knew, you were being pushed into the bed with him absolutely drilling into you. An animalistic growl ripped from his throat as he finally wasn’t able to hold back anymore. He felt like an animal in heat and you were the only cure to that. It was a complete turn of personality from just moments ago. He had felt something finally snap and that was it.

He pistoned his hips in and out of you, slapping your ass and groping your thighs. 

As you continued to moan and mewl under him, he realized you kept calling him ‘sir.’. Then it dawned on him that you didn’t know his name. Both of you were panting and groaning loudly, helplessly gripping at each other. He moved his hand to the back of your head as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you up flush with his body. “Breathing and grasping…” He chuckled breathlessly against you. You cried out in absolute bliss, your eyes rolling back with pleasure.

“All leads to another messy ending…just how I like.” He kissed you. That’s exactly what he wanted. Another messy ending. An ending he wanted. Sometimes, he never even finished, but you had already milked one out of him tonight and he knew you were about to milk another.

He pushed you back down into the bed, feeling his own movements growing more sporadic as the coil in his stomach tightened. Then he felt you clench around him as you came with a cry. It sent him over the edge once more. With one last, very hard, thrust, he came hard inside of you - filling you up and then some. You let out a long whine as he did so, music to his ears.

Oh yeah. He was absolutely keeping you around.

“Mmm…” His mind was spinning and he felt himself already ready for another round. “Think you can still go?” His adrenaline was running wild and the beast not quite sated.

He slowly pulled out of you, watching as his own seed leaked from you. He sat on the bed, panting heavily, letting you catch your breath and choose whether or not you could go on. He watched you for a long moment. Your post climax face, your heavy panting. He just hoped that you’d be able to go again, but this was honestly the longest anyone has ever lasted.

“If you’re too exhausted-” He was cut off as he felt your hands on his chest. His eyes widened as he looked at you, gasping as you pushed him down and straddled him. You had a feral look in your eye that made his heart race. “Who said I was too exhausted?” You licked your lips, leaning down to look at him with a half lidded, lust filled expression. “I believe we had said we would go all night, no?” The purr to your voice…fuck. He might just fall in love with you at this rate.

He pulled you into another sloppy kiss. “How shall I take you next?” he asked, panting heavily. 

“With your back against the wall? With your face buried in the pillow?” He grinned at you, wondering just how many different ways he’d be able to take you tonight.

A hum came from you, one that seemed to be thinking. “We can just see where things take us, yeah? I’m sure we’ll end up doing both anyway.” You grinned at him and by golly, he was absolutely sold. Your smile, your moans, the way you spoke to him, everything about you…it’s like you were made for him.

He silently thanked whatever the hell it was out there that looked over the world for granting him you. He suddenly felt your hand around his cock as you started to stroke it and he groaned, his own eyes rolling back. “I could die by your cock and I’d be happy,” you purred, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Die by my cock, huh?” He trailed his hands up your sides, one of them around your neck as he squeezed lightly. Will I see you cold? Will I feel you heartless?” You just smiled coyly at him, stroking him faster and causing him to lose his focus. He was having a hard time holding his calm demeanor together. 

It wasn’t long before he had you in his arms, pinned up against the wall as he railed up into you. You were desperately clawing and scratching at his back. He was pretty sure you might have broken his skin, but he gladly welcomed the light sting. Something to remember the night by.

Once more the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and both of your moans. He didn’t feel sorry for any of the neighbors, he wanted people to hear just how good of a fuck you were. It gave him a thrill. He didn’t plan on letting you go now that he’s had you.

He slammed into you. “You stupid.” Again. “Fuckin’.” Again. “Bitch.” With each thrust, you cried out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He paused for a moment as you cried out, knowing he could get a little carried away, but you looked at him as if you were absolutely wasted. He supposed you were probably cock drunk.

“Fuckin’ bitch, did I say you could stop?” you slurred at him. His eyes widened and he felt his heart race once more as he started back up again. Hearing you call him such names really riled him up.

He knew after tonight he was taking you away with him.

[teddy-rants]

*kicks out anxious thoughts*

So i fucking love it when gods are literally just over-powered dorks.

so for the story i'm writing got the gods of creation and destruction (or life and death as they're more commonly known by) liking history and they especially love to document it in their free time (even if it will all turn to nothing in the end) because they want to preserve the memories of everything they made and writing stuff down feels very cathartic for them and helps them remember things. reason why is because there's no afterlife in this world. there never has been and there never will be. (in-story reason why is because it kinda makes the whole "death" thing moot. if there's an afterlife where you live forever basically, what's the use of death in the first place other than to transfer you to one place to another?)

(real reason is because i find the concept of an afterlife just immortality but you still died. i was raised believing in heaven and hell and i came to the conclusion they're just both boring eventually: eternal paradise is only paradise for so long and eternal torture is only painful until you turn numb to it)

please leave all discourse at the door /j /j

the god of the sun in absolutely fascinated with human ingenuity and inventions, he's one of the gods that were originally human so they're a little new to this whole god thing (made worse because the change was very sudden) They went power-mad a little while ago, now he mostly just wander around and interacting with people (he doesn't want to forget what it's like to be human) most commonly seen doing wacky shit (such as being a pirate that one time)

the god of the moon is ironically an insomniac (they're a workaholic), they love anything and everything soft and comfy, intricately woven designs on blankets and shit like that are a favourite of theirs. (the other god that was originally human, but the process was way less dramatic as their sibling's). also being the mind half of the gods of madness and the mind, they also love seeing what humans can think of (like a new invention, a story, etc). often the one most prone to getting angry when sleep-deprived.

the god of the earth usually just hangs out in his forests, humans burnt a particularly sacred one once and that soured his view on them. though he usually likes to engage in mischief with any non-threatening people in his woods (usually by making the whole place seem haunted for shits and giggles) he's usually not one to go to far (he knows how fragile humans are from last time). the one type of human he likes are the ones who share his love for mischief and nature (botanists especially). he loves animals and if a cat decided to nap on him, he would stay still for days.

the god of the wind usually just fucks off to wander around the world, she doesn't often stay in one place for long and loves to visit different cities (she especially loves to revisit them after a century or two to see how they changed). she also loves to spar with anyone on her level (which is very few), but she's also very competitive in anything. she loves to make things, she normally makes trinkets travel sized, friendship bracelets and jewelry in general is her favourite to create. also prone to getting into weird shit (sometimes with the god of the sun)

humanising gods kinda defeats the god part, but i love how less infallible it makes them seem.

[butlersxbirdy]

I'd like to request a Dad!Sebastian, where he and reader are two weeks away from their baby's arrival. He's the most supportive daddy to be, making sure reader has everything she wants. They get married at the courthouse because they had planned to do it after high school anyways, but after the wedding reader goes into labor, which has him a bit scared and emotional because he hates seeing her suffer, but he's still supportive. The baby is a girl, named Sydney.

Gosh, I hope this is good. I love this prompt, I love Sebastian, and I really hope I've done OK here. Thank you so so much for this prompt.

Warnings: mentions of birth/labor, extreme cuteness, protective Sebastian.

From the moment the stick turned blue, you had been absolutely terrified. Sebastian was always skittish about the topic of children because of all he'd been through, so telling him was scary. His business was really hitting its stride; he'd just bought the building he rented when he first opened, and was leasing a second beachside location. This was not at all according to your plans. But when he came home that night, and you surprised him with the positive test and a t shirt that said "World's Best Dad", he knelt at your feet, kissing your skin, and nuzzling your stomach. He began the process of running the company mostly from home the very next day, and begged you to do your work for the company from home as well.

"My baby... mine," he murmured each night.

As your belly grew, Sebastian became more and more attentive and... hungry. His appetite for you was insatiable and you were loving it. You prepared for the arrival of your newest family member slowly, until out of the blue, before you knew it, you were only weeks away. Your belly was huge and uncomfortable on the day in question. You were so ready to be done being pregnant, and Sebastian was getting anxious about how much pain you were in. He hated seeing you suffer, even if it was for the beautiful purpose of growing your baby. He tried to put it out of his mind, as he was committed to being happy today. Today was a great day. Today, Sebastian Kydd got to marry you. The love of his life, who knew him better than anyone, who supported his dreams to the point of making his dreams your career, and carrying his baby at such a young age... long story short, he was mesmerized by you, as much as he was that day he saw you on the first day of his new school all those years ago. He never thought he'd get to see you on the beaches of California, round with his child, ready to marry him. All his dreams were coming true. Waking in an empty bed wasn't his favorite feeling, however. His best friends, and managers of both locations, had insisted on a bachelor party the night before, and your best friends had insisted a girls night. Sebastian agreed, but was firm that he'd recieve updates on you and the bean hourly. He also was firm that there would be no strippers at his party. The only naked woman he wanted was you, and he was acutely aware that you weren't beside him as he woke. He picks up the landline and calls you, only to be greeted by your maid of honor.

"Hello?" She giggles into the phone and he frowns.

"Hey, it's Sebastian, where's y/n?" He asks, running a hand through his hair.

"You know the rules, Sebastian, not on the big day!" She reminds him and he rolls his eyes.

"Fuck the rules, I'm going crazy, can I talk to her? Hear her voice?" He pleads. There's a scuffle, the phone being handed over, and then...

"Baby," he hears you say and he sighs with relief.

"Hey, baby girl. How are you? How's our bean? Did you sleep okay?" He asks and you giggle.

"Breathe, Kydd. I slept fine, baby's good, she rolled over a little and now my back is kinda crampy, but nothing I haven't dealth with before," you sigh and he sits up.

"Your back is cramping? I'd really feel better if I could come check on you," he sounds stressed out and sleep deprived, and you genuinely feel for him.

"I missed you," you whisper. "I'll see you in two hours, Baby."

"Not soon enough, y/n," he grins. "Can't wait. Love you both."

"We love you too, Daddy," you giggle and then you hang up. He lets out a frustrated sigh then gets up to shower and put on his suit.

When he arrives at the courthouse, you're just pulling up. He wouldn't get to see you walk down the aisle, so your friends had conspired to get you a beautiful white dress, hair and makeup done for you, and have you show up after Sebastian, after a night apart.

With some help, you get out of the car, and Sebastian nearly passes out. You look so beautiful, he can hardly stand it. He runs to you and kisses you, cupping your face in one hand and holding you tight with the other.

"Missed you," he smiles at you.

"I missed you too... let's get married," you giggle and follow him into the courthouse. Your back was cramping a little more but you tried to ignore it. Luckily the judge called your name quickly so you didn't have time to think about it. You, Sebastian, and your friends hurry into the judge's chambers. You look into Sebastian's eyes as the judge gives his little speech, but you're barely listening. You can't keep your eyes off the love of your life, the father of your baby, as the judge pauses for the ring exchange.

"Do you have rings to give?" He asks and you both nod. He slips a beautiful, but simple ring on to your finger.

"Love you," he whispers and you smile. You slide the ring you picked for him onto his hand and he blushes and smiles when he sees the band on his skin.

"I love you too," you whisper.

"Do you, Sebastian Kydd, take y/n y/last/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The judge asks.

"What do you say, Kydd?" You whisper, echoing the words you asked him the first night you spent together.

Sebastian nods, brushing his fingers through your hair.

"I do," he smiles.

"And do you-"

"I definitely do," you interrupt, and Sebastian, your friends, and even the judge laugh.

"Well, who the hell am I to stall this any longer? By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you man and wife," he smiles at you both. "You may kiss the bride."

Sebastian does just that; cupping your face in his hands, he kisses you deeply. You lean into his touch, happier than ever. He keeps kissing you until your friends drag you away.

"Let's take these crazy kids to a nice lunch and then finish the nursery," y/bff/n suggests and everyone agrees. Everyone except you. The cramps are getting lower and you feel nauseous. You grip Sebastian's arm and he looks at you right as your water breaks on the courthouse steps.

"Fuck!" You gasp, clutching your stomach.

"Oh my god." Sebastian looks at you. He's frozen.

"Get the car," you tell your friends. "We're going to the hospital," you say, surprisingly calm. At some point, your husband unfreezes, and he lifts you easily into his arms. You yelp but go with it, as going down the rest of the steps sounds awful right about now.

"I'm sorry baby, I know it hurts. Just hold on to me," he assures you.

Your arms wrap around him, and he holds you close, getting you in the car.

"I'll drive," his best friend says quickly, throwing the car into gear and breaking about 5 laws by peeling out into traffic and speeding toward the hospital. The cramps are coming faster now, your stomach feeling like its in a vice.

"Oh... fuck! Ow!" You whine and Seb holds your hand.

"Squeeze my hand, baby. I've got you," he promises, and you can see the anguish in his eyes even as you focus on your breathing. You're in about as much pain as you've ever been in, and by the time you get to the hospital and they get you in a room, you're feeling ready to push, and your contractions are about 2 minutes apart.

"I can stay with her right?" Sebastian asks and you cling to him.

"Don't leave me, Daddy," you whisper and he soothes you, rubbing your back.

"I'm here," he promises. "Come on baby, I've got you," he takes off his shoes and lays behind you on the hospital bed. His heart is breaking that this is all he can do; the one thing Sebastian hates more than anything in the world is you being in pain, and he caused this pain. When a contraction hits, the nurse asks you to push. You scream as you push and the worst pain you've ever felt takes over your whole body.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry," Seb sighs brokenly against your neck, holding you close. He's there the whole time, cradling you close, and encouraging you. He holds you while you push, and lets you crush his hand when the contractions hit.

Hours later, when it's finally over, and your little girl cries for the first time, the doctors take her to clean her up, and they start trying to move Sebastian away from you and out of the room so they can clean you up and change the sheets.

"Don't touch her," Sebastian growls, shielding your body with his. The nurses have no choice but to allow Sebastian to participate in getting you cleaned up and into a fresh bed. He lays behind you again, and when your daughter is finally placed on your chest, Sebastian cries.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispers and kisses your sweat slicked forehead, brushing your hair with his fingertips.

"Baby Sydney," you smile and he smiles at you.

"Sydney Kydd... I love it," he smiles, and he strokes her tiny cheek. "Sydney Margaret, maybe?" He asks, and you look at him, smiling. You personally hadn't been close with Maggie, but you knew how much Sebastian had believed in her and cared for her.

"I didn't know her that well, but every story I've heard of what you did for her just made me fall harder for you."

"I love you so much," he sighs, his body melting against the pillows a little, until Sydney starts fussing. Sebastian soothes her and guides her to your breast, helping her latch on and eat. You coo at her, adjusting to this new sensation, and Sebastian's inability to stop staring. "So beautiful," he sighs, completely in awe of his girls. "Baby, I've never been so scared in my life, I'm so glad you and our little girl are safe," he hums softly.

"I was scared too, it hurt so bad. But she's here now, and I'm okay, and we both love you, so so much," you assure him. "You're still in your suit," you yawn, resting your head on him.

"I kinda nailed this whole wedding day thing, if you think about it," he laughs, and you roll your eyes.

"How is this nailing it, Kydd?" You ask, eyes unable to close despite your exhaustion.

"Because I became a husband and father, all in one day, Kydd," he teases you and you smile, cuddling in close.You spend your entire first night in his arms, unable to sleep, as you both stare at your tiny baby girl, both of you so happy and so in love.