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Re: A Lunatic Hooligan and A Little Emerald Princess Brings the Luck of the Irish (2026)

from DeanieBeanie on 06/28/2026 08:40 AM

Dean looked up at Seth from the floor, his heart doing that familiar, helpless little flip it always did when Seth got soft like this. Onyx's laughter filled the nursery, and Dean glanced down at her for a moment, watching the way her tiny hands grabbed at the dangling toys above her head, completely unaware that her dads were already planning memories she wouldn't remember—but they would.

 

He smiled, slow and warm, then leaned back slightly against the crib, eyes returning to Seth.

"You know," Dean started, voice gentle and a little amused, "I think you just like the excuse to dress her up like royalty and parade her around." He reached out and brushed his fingers over Onyx's belly, making her squeal again. "Not that I'm complainin'."

Dean shifted so he could look at both of them—his husband and their daughter—and his expression softened even more.

"I love the green dress idea. The shoes, the tiara... all of it," he said honestly. "She is our little princess, after all." He paused, thinking, then continued. "But I was also kinda thinkin'... maybe we keep it part fancy, part cozy. Like, we dress her up real nice, take some pictures, let you show her off like the proud dad you are—"

Seth smirked, and Dean nudged his knee lightly.

"—and then maybe we come home, make it just us," Dean went on. "Green pancakes in the morning, maybe a little clover-shaped photo shoot right here in the nursery. Somethin' she can look back on someday and know how loved she was, even before she could understand it."

He reached up and gently took Seth's hand, squeezing it.

"It's her first St. Patrick's Day," Dean said softly. "I don't think it has to be big or loud. Just... full of us. That's what'll make it special."

Dean glanced back down at Onyx, who kicked her legs happily, then back up at Seth with a small, teasing grin.

"And yeah," he added, "I won't stop you from callin' her your 'Emerald Green Princess.' I kinda like it."

Re: The Lunatic and The Arichetic Burn It Down on Mother's Day (2026)

from DeanieBeanie on 06/28/2026 08:33 AM

Dean stayed quiet for a beat after Seth paused the TV, the soft cry of Onyx coming through the baby monitor tugging at his chest in that familiar, instinctive way. He watched Seth stand, watched that smile spread across his face—the one that meant plans within plans—and shook his head with a quiet laugh.

 

"Oh, I know that smile," Dean murmured under his breath, mostly to himself, before pushing himself up from the couch. He stretched slightly, then looked up at Seth, eyes warm and amused. "You're definitely plotting something, architect," he added, reaching out to tug gently at Seth's shirt before letting him go. "Just remember, whatever you're planning... I'll figure it out eventually."

Dean made his way down the hall toward Onyx's room, the crying growing louder with every step. The moment he opened the door, his expression softened completely. Onyx's little face was scrunched up, fists waving in the air, her cries urgent but not panicked—more offended than anything.

"Hey, hey... Daddy's here," Dean said softly as he crossed the room. He lifted her from the crib with practiced ease, resting her against his shoulder while gently patting her back. Almost immediately, her cries dulled into sniffles.

As he laid her down on the changing table, Dean glanced up at the baby monitor camera, knowing Seth could probably still hear everything. "You know," he said casually, a small smile tugging at his lips, "I didn't say no to Mother's Day plans."

He focused back on Onyx, making silly faces as he changed her diaper, earning a tiny coo in return. His heart swelled—every single time, it still amazed him. This life. Their life.

Once she was clean and changed, Dean scooped her back up, holding her close as he sank into the rocking chair. Onyx's head rested beneath his chin, her breathing evening out as she settled.

Dean rocked gently, thoughts drifting back to Seth's question. Mother's Day. The meaning of it. The way Seth always gave more than he ever asked for.

"I don't need anything special," Dean whispered softly, more to Onyx than anyone else. "I already got everything I could ever want."

He kissed the top of her head, smiling to himself, already knowing that no matter what Seth was planning, Dean was going to find a way to turn it right back around—because that's what they did. They took care of each other.

And Dean had a feeling the next few weeks were going to be very interesting.

Re: The Architect of Easter & The Lunatic Bunny Burn It Down for Easter (2026)

from DeanieBeanie on 06/27/2026 11:37 PM

Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes, though the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth gave him away.

 

Jealous? he thought. Yeah, maybe a little. But not because of Onyx.

He dried his hands on the kitchen towel before walking over to where Seth and Onyx were sitting. His husband was grinning from ear to ear, a streak of banana on his cheek that he clearly hadn't noticed. Onyx giggled as she reached for another spoonful, smearing a tiny hand across Seth's shirt in the process.

"Well," Dean said, folding his arms, "first of all, I was not pouting."

Seth raised an eyebrow.

"You were."

"I was thinking."

"You had your pout face on."

Dean sighed dramatically. "Fine. Maybe I had my thinking face on."

Seth laughed. "That's the same face."

Dean leaned down and kissed the banana smear off Seth's cheek before smiling.

"I wasn't jealous of Oni," he said softly. "I was wondering if my husband remembered he has two babies to spoil."

Seth chuckled.

"I remember."

Dean reached over and tickled Onyx's tummy, earning another squeal of laughter that instantly melted his heart.

"And for the record," Dean continued, "I love every single one of those ideas."

"You do?"

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "New Easter dresses, seeing the Easter Bunny, lunch together, a movie..." He smiled as he looked at their daughter. "She probably won't remember any of it when she's older, but we'll remember it. We'll have pictures to show her someday."

Seth's expression softened.

"That's exactly what I was thinking."

Dean slipped an arm around Seth's shoulders.

"But..." he added with a playful smirk, "I've got one complaint."

"Oh?"

"If I'm dressing up as the Easter Bunny..." Dean pointed a finger at him. "...you're helping me hide every single egg."

Seth laughed.

"Deal."

"And," Dean continued, "you're also carrying Onyx around while she's looking for them, because there is no way she's finding eggs on her own yet."

"Fair point."

"And..."

Seth groaned dramatically. "There's more?"

"Oh, there's more." Dean grinned mischievously. "After the egg hunt, we're making cinnamon rolls for breakfast."

"I like where this is going."

"Then we'll let Oni tear into her Easter basket, even though she'll probably end up playing with the plastic grass more than the toys."

Seth burst into laughter.

"You're probably right."

Dean looked down at their daughter, who had somehow managed to get banana in her hair.

"And before church or the mall..."

Seth tilted his head.

"...we get a family picture. The three of us. Matching outfits if I can convince you."

Seth pretended to think about it.

"Matching?"

"Don't pretend you don't love matching family pictures."

"I never said I didn't."

Dean smirked triumphantly.

"I knew it."

Seth leaned over and rested his forehead against Dean's for a moment.

"I really do have something special planned for you," he whispered.

Dean searched his husband's eyes before smiling warmly.

"I know you do."

"And you're okay waiting?"

"I've waited this long to marry you." Dean squeezed Seth's hand gently. "I think I can wait a couple more weeks for an Easter surprise."

Before Seth could answer, Onyx suddenly let out another delighted squeal and flung her spoon into the air.

The spoon landed squarely on Dean's chest with a soft splat, sending mushed banana across his T-shirt.

The kitchen fell silent for exactly one second.

Then Seth doubled over laughing.

Dean looked down at the yellow mess before looking back at his giggling daughter.

"You know what?" he said, trying—and failing—to keep a straight face. "I think somebody just voted that Daddy needs a new Easter outfit too."

Onyx clapped her sticky little hands, and Seth laughed even harder as Dean scooped their daughter into his arms, kissing the top of her head.

"I love you, monkey," Dean murmured.

Onyx responded by patting his cheek with another banana-covered hand, making both fathers laugh as the warm, happy morning continued.

Re: The Perfect Wedding Day Fairytale Turns into a Lunatic Day

from DeanieBeanie on 06/27/2026 11:28 PM

Dean stood in the small room at the back of the venue, absently straightening the cuffs of his tuxedo for what had to be the tenth time.

 

His best man smirked. "If you adjust those one more time, they're gonna fall off."

Dean let out a nervous laugh. "I'm not nervous."

"You've worn a hole in the carpet."

"...Okay, maybe a little."

The truth was, he wasn't nervous about getting married. There wasn't a single doubt in his mind about that. If anything, he'd wanted to marry Seth months ago.

He was worried about Seth.

Every text over the last few days had ended the same way.

We're fine.

Baby's fine.

Stop worrying, Dean.

As if it were that easy.

Their son—or daughter, since they'd decided to wait until the birth to find out—was due in a week. Seth could barely get around without holding onto furniture or someone else's arm.

Dean had begged him to postpone the wedding.

More than once.

But Seth had only smiled, rested a hand on his huge stomach, and kissed Dean's forehead.

"I'm marrying you before this baby gets here. End of discussion."

Stubborn.

So unbelievably stubborn.

And Dean loved him all the more for it.

A knock came at the door.

"Five minutes," one of the coordinators called.

Dean took a deep breath.

His best man clapped him on the shoulder.

"You ready?"

Dean smiled.

"I've been ready for two years."

—

The music began.

Every guest stood as Dean stepped into the aisle.

His heart hammered against his ribs.

He wasn't even looking at the decorations or the crowd.

He searched for one person.

And then he saw him.

Seth stood at the altar, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that struggled to fit around his very pregnant belly. One hand rested protectively beneath it while the other gripped his bouquet just a little too tightly.

He looked absolutely breathtaking.

Dean felt tears sting his eyes.

God... he's beautiful.

Seth caught his gaze and smiled.

It was the same smile Dean had fallen in love with.

Warm.

Gentle.

Completely devoted.

Dean smiled back as he slowly made his way down the aisle.

Halfway there, though, something caught his attention.

Seth's smile faltered.

Almost imperceptibly.

His eyes squeezed shut for just a second.

His breathing changed.

One hand pressed more firmly against his stomach.

Dean's own smile disappeared.

No...

Another step.

Seth inhaled slowly through his nose before letting the breath out carefully.

Another contraction.

Dean knew the signs by now.

He'd watched enough practice contractions over the past month to recognize one immediately.

When he finally reached the altar, he leaned in just enough that no one else could hear.

"You okay?"

Seth nodded almost immediately.

"I'm fine."

Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Liar."

A tiny grin tugged at Seth's lips.

"Maybe a little."

Dean gently took one of Seth's hands.

"How far apart?"

Seth hesitated.

"...About five minutes."

Dean's eyes widened.

"Five minutes?"

"I didn't want to ruin today."

"Seth..."

"I'm not leaving."

Dean looked into Seth's determined green eyes and knew arguing would accomplish absolutely nothing.

"You are the most stubborn man I've ever met."

"And you're still marrying me."

Dean laughed softly despite himself.

"In about ten minutes."

Seth leaned just a little closer.

"And after that..."

He rested a hand over his stomach as another tiny kick made itself known.

"...we'll probably be heading to the hospital."

Dean chuckled, shaking his head.

"Our kid really picked their moment."

"They've already got your timing."

Dean kissed Seth's knuckles before the officiant cleared his throat with an amused smile.

"If the grooms are finished discussing labor plans..."

Laughter rippled through the guests.

Dean looked back at Seth, his expression full of love.

"No matter what happens today," he whispered, "you're becoming my husband."

Seth smiled, his eyes glistening with happy tears.

"And you're becoming mine."

Just then, another contraction began.

Dean felt Seth's fingers tighten around his hand.

Without hesitation, Dean squeezed back, silently promising that whether the next stop was the reception... or the delivery room... he'd be right beside Seth every step of the way.

Re: A Lunatic Christmas Brings Unexpected News (2025)

from DeanieBeanie on 06/27/2026 11:21 PM

Dean had been trying to focus on his match, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Seth. The longer Seth was gone, the more anxious Dean became. He'd considered texting him a dozen times, but he knew Seth hated being bothered during appointments.

 

So when warm hands suddenly covered his eyes, Dean nearly jumped out of his chair before that familiar voice reached his ears.

A grin spread across his face instantly.

"Hmm..." Dean said, pretending to think. "Could it be some overgrown raccoon that's always stealing my hoodies?"

He chuckled softly before reaching up and gently taking hold of Seth's wrists.

"Or maybe..." Dean continued, his smile widening, "it's my husband who's been making me worry half to death."

Dean pulled Seth's hands away just enough to turn around in his chair. The moment he saw the huge smile on Seth's face, he paused.

That smile...

It wasn't just relief.

It was different.

Brighter.

Almost... glowing.

Dean's own expression softened as he stood and rested both hands on Seth's waist.

"Hey," he said quietly, searching Seth's eyes. "You look... really happy."

His concern hadn't completely disappeared, though.

"So?" Dean asked gently. "What'd the doctor say? Everything okay?"

Dean brushed a strand of dark hair away from Seth's face before leaning in to kiss his forehead.

"I've been worried about you all afternoon."

He smiled again, trying to lighten the mood.

"And before you answer, I gotta tell you—I don't care if Hunter benches you for a month. Your health comes first. Wrestling can wait."

Dean squeezed Seth's hands reassuringly.

"So... talk to me, sweetheart. How'd it go?

Re: A Freakin Lunatic Love Brings Marriage and More for Dean and Seth

from DeanieBeanie on 06/27/2026 11:15 PM

Dean stirred as he felt the gentle warmth of Seth's lips against his neck. A sleepy smile tugged at the corners of his mouth before his eyes had even opened. He let out a quiet hum, instinctively leaning into the affectionate touch.

 

"Mm... now that's one way to wake somebody up," Dean murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

Slowly opening his eyes, Dean was met with Seth's bright smile. It was the kind of smile that always managed to make his heart skip a beat, and for a moment he simply stared back, taking in every detail of the man he loved.

"Morning, handsome," Dean said softly, reaching up to brush a few loose strands of Seth's hair behind his ear. "I slept pretty good... especially knowing you were right here."

His thumb lingered against Seth's cheek as he studied him more closely.

"But..." Dean chuckled quietly. "You're acting awfully cheerful this morning."

Dean raised an eyebrow, unable to hide his grin.

"You've got that look."

"The one you get whenever you're planning something."

He laughed under his breath before wrapping an arm around Seth's waist and pulling him closer.

"So..." Dean said, his eyes narrowing playfully. "Should I be worried? Or are you finally gonna tell me what's got you smiling like you just won the lottery?"

Dean rested his forehead against Seth's, enjoying the peaceful morning before either of them had to think about work again.

"Whatever it is," he whispered sincerely, "if it makes you this happy... I already know I'm gonna love it."

He pressed a slow, tender kiss to Seth's forehead before smiling warmly.

"Now come here for a minute," Dean said with a quiet laugh. "I think I deserve a good morning hug before you start keeping secrets from me."