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Jennie Rue Woods — Marvel’s Timeless Gal 📝

MARVELOUS AU — Auntie JJ

Full name: Jennifer Ruth Underwoods

Other Identity: Jeanie Woods

Nicknames: Jen, Jennie, Jeanie, Jean, Ruthy, Rue, JJ, Dollface, Barbie, Quinnie, Fefe

Age: 28–32 (87 years of age)

Birthday: June 30, 1923 (Cancer)

Height: 5’5 (5’7 in heels)

Occupations: Waitress, Coffee Girl, SSR Sectary, Agent, Widow, Mama Bear, Assistant

Alias: Alexa Bowmen, Paige McKenna, Jacquline Stark, London Holloway, Olivia Erhart, Eliza Pearson, Emily King, Barbra James Scott, Ashlee Lance

Family:

- Parents, Alexander & Fran Underwood (dead)

- Older Sister, Dolores Marie Underwood (dead to her)

- Sister, Peggy Carter (the big sister she never had)

- Brother Figures, Jack Thompson & Daniel Sousa (her boys)

- Howard & Maria Stark (her found family)

- Anthony Edwards Stark (her nephew #1)

- Rei Stark ( #1 godchild )

- And list goes on!

Relationship status: Single, but has dated and been engaged once

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Personality: Jen is a sarcastic goofball with a heart of gold despite all the crap she been through in life. On occasion she is spirited, stubborn and determined. Not just that, she’s quick-witted with a sharp tongue. However she is very kindhearted, a little slow at times but she’ll get there, she can get distracted very easily at times and motherly to those around her.

Due to being on her own for a good part of her life, she ended up being observant and trying to be resourceful. She has a knack for getting information without raising suspicion and being sneaky for the most part.

Style:

Evie has a vintage and classy style, often seen in 1940s-inspired dresses, with a touch of modern flair. Her wardrobe reflects her independent spirit and love for classic fashion. Even as she progresses over the decades she stays with a simple yet gentle sense of fashion as a way to blend in with the crowd.

Skills:

Proficient with weapons, particularly guns.

Basic combat

Previously worked as a nurse during WWII, honing her medical skills.

Quick thinker, adapts well to challenging situations.

Handle a control panel

Design and disguise

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—Background:

Jen grew up in a decent sized house with a Russian father and a Italian-American mother, along with her older sister Dottie. When it came to both children, their parents loved them both the exact same.

However, behind the smiles and glittering eyes on both daughters held an small rivalry that over time.

Dottie was always the one-upper of the pair, acting like she knew more and always one step ahead of everything. Hell, Dottie enjoyed having her nose in her young sister’s business, ignoring her most of the day, parenting her like she was a second-mother and treating her sister, Jen, like a pest that she couldn’t stand.

But Jen wasn’t far behind either, as she rather enjoyed sometimes sticking her nose in older sister’s business, taking her sweater without asking and bugging her with whatever new thing she was obsessed with at the moment. The difference was that Jen knew her limits, as she held a fear behind her smile when it came to Dottie, often intimated by her status and rude attuned attitude.

It didn’t help that both ladies couldn’t be more different when it came to their interests.

In result, it often led to plenty of bickering, fighting over every single thing possible and barking off more than they can chew.

However, it all came to a sudden pause when their father Alexander was overseas with Dottie to Russia saying they had business to attend to. Her mother only simply nodded and hugged them both watching them drive away, before entering the house to continue her daily task, asking Jen to follow behind.

The girl was confused on the matter and questioned the trip later that night. Her mother, Fran, simply told her that Dottie was one of the few girls signed off to train and becomes a skilled fighter.

Saying that one day, Jennifer might get her turn to do the same but the young blonde refused the idea. She rather stay home, be a kind young lady, fall in love, paint all the gardens in the fields and learn what she needs to in America. She visited Russia before, as she always found it to be colder and unassuming to her likely.

Whatever Dottie was doing, Jennifer wanted no part of it.

Thankfully, with a small sigh, her mother agreed to her dreams and kissed her cheek.

Years later, Jennifer would learn what her sister was doing and fought to not follow the same path. She had to desire to become a skilled fighter in Mother Russia and train to be become an assistant to The Red Room. But faith had other plans, as her parents promised her to do a trail run, live in Russia and educate herself into getting certificate of achievement.

Just for a few short months. 3 months.

With a deep sigh and small grunt, she did so as promised. In The Red Room, she was made to watch videos on culture, read books, take any notes and practice her knowledge on what she already knows. Not just that, Jennifer was brought in to take up a couple of activities such as dance, carefully handle weaponry, learning basic combat and drive a vehicle, if she ever needs to hot-wire and getaway.

Jennifer wouldn’t admit it but a small part of her enjoyed watching the women in those rooms all move in one single motion like trained dancers, ready to performance for a show on stage, and she was in the front row getting a glimpse of the sight.

She looked over her shoulder as a tall shadow took behind her, she gulped assuming it was one of the teachers ready to shout in her face for sneaking out of her bedroom this late in the afternoon, but instead it was her older sister.

“What?” She grunted out, spinning to face the taller blonde.

The tall blonde held a slinging smirk, “Nothing. Like what you see?”

“You’re new high ponytail or the performance?”

“Both, Fefe.”

“Don’t fall me that. What do you want?”

“Just want to know if my baby sister is enjoying it here?”

“You mean having my wrist cuffed to the bed, being held in a isolated room twice a week with no windows and a locked door? Oh yeah, I love it.” She repiled with a sarcastic tone.

Dottie grinned, “And having me here as a upper classmen.”

“Yeah…that. When are you gonna realize you’re just as insane to enjoy this, Dot? You love it here and actually find it trilling. I don’t.”

“Oh, Fefe, when are you gonna realize that with this opportunity you can be just like me? With grace and perfection.”

“That’s my point. I am not like you and I will never be like you. And when my time is up, I won’t be seeing you ever again.”

And Jennifer was right.

She was out of the building soon enough, in hopes to keep her head down and never have to be stuck in a place like that again. But Dottie did warn her as a hard heavy threat, one day, they will try and offer you a deal, snatched her up and order her to work for them.

Jennifer grunted and hoped with her luck, she wouldn’t. However, as lucky as she was with never being dragged there again, she did have Dottie reappear later on her life once or twice just for add measure…

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📰~The 1940s~ 💡

Plenty years past since those 3 sleepless months within that building and Jen couldn’t be more pleased with herself to be blessed to see a new path her way.

She was living in New York City, Queens as a waitress and painting on the side. She enjoyed painting the city skyline, the people in the park and her favorite flowers whenever possible. She was what many called her, a cartoonist. And her job wasn’t so bad either, yes the clients can be rude and annoying at times, but she made it work.

And her uniform was her biggest perk of her job. The simple teal-blue dress, her white headband, brown flats and her cute pins over her apron.

It was good, also with the fact she clocked out early to visit the fair, as everyone was there to see all the new attractions, men getting tested to see if they’re qualified for the war, people going dancing and much more. One evening, she found herself reading the newspaper wondering the fair, enjoying the sights, getting a drink and eventually standing in the crowd to see the main attraction.

Howard Stark. The Expo.

Little did she know that the man on that stage would change her life, by becoming apart of it.

She laughed, awed and smiled during the show. Even catching glimpses of his young sibling on stage, who eventually joined him.

She looked over her shoulder noticing a ‘help wanted’ signed stamped over a couple of posters, removing one of the tickets and followed to the small building to see what can could apply for. It seemed with the war going on, they need volunteers to help nurse the men on the field and inside buildings. Jennifer thought for a moment, onto her decision but then realized that it was worth it to help the good wanting to men serve their country.

Two weeks laters, she was working as a volunteered nurse. She got tested, signed off and given new uniform to wear. When a certain doctor asked for her name, it seemed like he missed heard it, as he wrote down a different name under her paperwork.

Instead of Jennie Underwood, he put down ‘Jeanie Wood’.

Jen didn’t know if it was on purpose it or not, but it taken her by a surprise at the name. The last person to give her a similar name like that was her 5th grade English teacher, yet she wasn’t complaining. She liked it, a lot.

And if she had to admit, she enjoyed it more than she expected, making friends with the other nurses, checking on the vitals of men and women, along with cleaning their wounds. It’s also when she met Miss Margaret “Peggy” Carter, who came in to recruit some nurses for an experimental program to help out the war, as she was handpicked to do so.

To say, Peggy Carter wowed Jen was an understatement. The women was kind, fierce, charming, witty, a little sassy, had a stronghold on her role here and cared for others. It surprised her how Peggy took a liking to her during those days spent on the job.

That same week, she met Howard Stark as he was preparing for the super solider experiment that she was apart of. The moment Howard met her, he was dazzled, in awe and flirting with the blonde. That was the first time Jennie ever actually blushed and smiled, turning her face to hide her blush from Howard’s darling compliments and witty comments.

Howard simply smiled at her blushing and went off to finish preparing his equipment for the day, before offering to buy her lunch. His tongue accidentally slipped nicknaming her ‘JJ’ for short. Jennie hesitated as she removed her gloves after preparing the equipment and serum with the other nurses needed for tomorrow. One of the nurses nudged her to say ‘yes’ as Jennie just smiled and nodded, following the brunette out the door.

The following day, she met Steve Rogers, as she was there helping to performance the processor and watching the man transform from a skinny kid to a tall solider. But the cheers and awes were cut short as Dr. Erskine died, causing Jennie to remove a gun off the table aiming at the person who fired the shot, but missed by a close second as the man ran out the door. Before she can get a second to blink, Steve and Peggy raced out the door to follow him. Jennie stayed behind to help, get Dr. Erskine to a more comfort position and calm down the crowd.

After that whole event, things were put back into swings as the war went on, Steve became Captain America serving his country, Peggy was brought to help, along with Howard and Jennie to do their part in serving for the better of their playing field.

Once again, she was given a slight change of clothing instead of white, it was light browns and a dark brown jacket to watch.

Jennie was put to work, not as a volunteered nurse, but a someone who helped with the design and coordinates for any trips. She put her skills to some use, which made her smile. Soon enough, the war ended per say in some victorious cheers and others in sorrows for the ones they lost.

When Steve Rogers went down in the plane, after speaking to Peggy on the radio as their side of the speakers cut to static, Jen was the first to enter the room and pull the English brunette into an tight embrace.

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💭 ~Meetings and revisiting the past~📑

Once the war ended, Peggy and Jen stayed friends, keeping Howard in touch of course. As both were brought to working in New York City at The SSR (which would later on become SHIELD), Peggy worked at an assigned sectary despite her endless response to her being able to do more. Daniel Sousa saw more in her, which made the women smile at the thought and respect she got from him.

Meanwhile Jen didn’t mind it being the coffee girl/assistant at the SSR, basically a sectary with a nicer name. It gave her a flexible schedule most days, other days she was spent working later hours at her desk.

Thankfully she had Agent Jack Thompson to keep her company, despite his personality, the man saw Jennie as a little sister whenever she entered the building. As if he wanted to shield her from harm and have her stand back from the tough stuff, even through she reminds him that she seen men come back from the war wounded or worse.

Jack would sometimes buy her burger if they knew everyone was gonna be working a late night. He would often bicker with her and Peggy as the English women rolled her eyes, but Jen would respond by saying that it seems like Thompson has a crush on Carter. Which results in Peggy chuckling at the blonde women.

Things were going fine until Howard Stark was wanted for crimes against the country, recruiting for Peggy to help find the truth and prove him innocent. She even entrusted his butler Edwin Jarvis to asset her with the investigation.

In which Jennie met while she was getting herself coffee one morning at the diner where she used to work as a waitress, ordering Mr. Jarvis a coffee.

Mr. Jarvis smiled and thanked for, offering to pay for her donut as an exchange. They soon became friends after that. Little did Jarvis know that Jennifer would become good friends with his lovely wife, Ana, too.

Jennifer didn’t want any to be thrown too far into the mix of things, as she eventually joined to the two Brits on their investigation.

Especially after the plot thicken, she started to be thrown in for a loop as The SSR all visited Russia and reunited with The Howling Commandos, finding themselves in a building that once held many men and women who were spies.

The beds with handcuffs, weird therapists, scientists and much more on that visit to Russia. At one point, Jen froze as she stayed rubbing her wrist at the sight, as it took A Howling Commando to drag her out of the rooms. Hell, some of their own agents froze at the sights, meanwhile others stayed strong during the fight.

On the plane ride home, Jen started to let Peggy in on why she froze, but not everything, as Peggy held the blonde close. Jen was given flashbacks to those 3 months in Mother Russia, the trips she went on and how during the war she remembered the men she had to nurse coming home lost to confused.

But the biggest punch to the grunt was when she saw her older sister on the streets of NYC, under some false name living at The Griffith Hotel for Women, pretending to be some new lady here and wanting to go sightseeing. It made her sick, especially since Dottie got closer to Peggy and watched her baby sister from afar, with sneaky eyes to see her next move.

That’s when everything made sense to Jen.

Dottie was here undercover working for someone who was framing Howard Stark and having everyone turn against the man. Peggy didn’t fully believe Jennie at first when she came in with her claims, Jack Thompson nor Daniel Sousa did either, but soon enough the truth came into full force.

As one could imagine things took a turn for people at The SRR, as they close in on Howard Stark, the true enemies are revealed and much more to everyone involved. As they planned to draw out the real threat, The Leviathan.

But it goes awry when Dottie Underwood distract the agents while Stark is kidnapped, as her boss uses hypnosis to make Howard drop as gasp he invented called “Midnight Oil” to onto Time Square.

Thankfully with Jarvis’s help, they all found them just in time. Jack Thompson and Daniel Sousa handled The Leviathan, who’s name was Johann Fennhoff. Meanwhile Jennie, Jarvis and Peggy handled Dottie, while also trying to convince Howard to not drop the gas over Time Square.

To say Dottie was excited to see her sister again in full swing and having a thrilling fight with Peggy was an understatement.

However this time, Jennie wasn’t too frightened to fight her sister again, as she found strategy and strength in herself to be more confident. It was a bigger perk, that this time around, she had Peggy who was more than intrigued to battle Dottie after their last encounter.

In the end, things were brought to light, they defeated Dottie (who escaped), the right people were imprisoned with scheming with Zola and everyone was given a chance to breath once again.

But like always, life for Jen didn’t stop there as she moved to Los Angeles for her next adventure…

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🦅~The 50s—60s~ 🕰️

In 1956, things were looking swell for Jennie as she was working for SHIELD in Los Angeles as an agent. She had her own office, meetings scheduled, kept designing models, going out to dinners and the occasional trip for sizable missions.

She discovered she had a little love for the unknown, collecting items, designing, doing presentations and going on trips to report new things back to SHIELD headquarters.

She was the one to design the SHIELD logo and style of the front over the years after all. Her and Howard liked with idea of an eagle with spread wings.

-> Eagles with its keen eyes symbolized courage, healing, hope, vision, resilience and most importantly strength.

However one late spring night, everything flipped on it’s head for Jennie. It was one of their agent’s bridal shower and she was invited to join in the celebration, free drinks and food, of course she was coming.

Yet, she was soon about to regret that trip.

She was driving home in one of SHIELD’s invented cars, that was had a working mentor that connected to the battery phone. She was on the phone was Jarvis’ wife, Ana, talking about how wonderful her weekend was, crossing a simple long bridge, when a light shower of rain started to fall from above. It wasn’t anything unusual, the weather did call for a light shower that weekend, but what took her by surprise is the springing dose of snowflakes.

“Uh, Ana, I’ll have to call you back…” She said, hanging up the phone and hanging it back where it belong.

It was simply magical to such a sight, however it went from beauty to a beast wanting the snowflakes became a slamming balls of hail hitting the car as she started to carefully hurry along the bridge. However the road soon became dangerous, causing her to swirl off the path and hitting the railing as her car went flying and smash into the water.

The faint sounds of the phone could be heard, ringing with a voice on the other end as the car drowned into the large body of water. In the car, Jennifer was silent with bruises and cuts all over her body, her forehead held a large cut that was covered by blood.

Her breathing stopped as her heartbeat slowed down in seconds, her core body temperature dropped greatly. At that very moment her heart stopped beating.

At 8:55pm, a blot of lighten struck the car. The volts of electricity impact was more than strong enough to reset the heart into a clear rhythm. Jeanie Woods—Jennie Underwoods body slowly lifted from the lower end of the car to regain its awareness. Her head rushed to the surface, jolting out of her anoxic state, causing her to draw her first breath in 4 minutes.

Cough and breathing heavy, Jennie regain memory of recent events, using all her skilled strength within her to carefully climb out of the car, knocking the side door open capturing the cool air that surrounding her.

She breathed heavily, spreading outside of the side door and swimming forwards to the surface, finding a pot of greenery in the cold depths of the night. Once she climbing onto the grass, rolling over as she let her back hit the grass such a reliving impact. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened it once again to watch the snowy sky fall onto her cool skin.

Well, she was screwed.

Thankfully she crawled onto her feet and found the nearest gas station, entering a phone booth to call Jarvis to pick her up. And being the good friend he was, the man arrived with a blanket as well, bringing to his house to stay the night. She explained to Jarvis the accident, planning on trying to recall everything she could remember to have it on record of that night and how the car was totaled in the process, but the man didn’t care as long as she was safe and sound.

As the years went, she credited her appearance to a healthy diet, often exercising, skin care, good genes and just plain luck. However actions was required only months laters when she was pulled over for a minor traffic infraction.

“Ma’am, it says here that you were born in 1923.” Said the officer.

“That’s right, officer.” She repiled with a kind smile.

“That would make you 40?”

“Yes. I look young for my age.”

“Ma’am I might have to hold onto this.”

The two talked by the man didn’t look so convinced, asking to come by the station tomorrow if possible and to bring her birth certificate.

That’s when she knew she needed to start packing, calling up family and making a few adjustments to her life. That’s when she moved back to New York City for a while, keeping her job within SHIELD, but taking up studies for medicine to research her condition, talks with other scientists.

But they all slowly came to the conclusion that it seems like there was no results for her condition, despite the records, recalling of events and etc.

It happened again where officers would stop the women and question her appearance, age and name. Even tried to take her into the station, as she would always do what she must to get out of it, even call up a friend for witness.

Packing up once again, making a couple of whole calls and planes to drive off somewhere off the grid of neither New York or LA, she found herself in San Diego instead. Making sure that Peggy, Howard, Jarvis and their friends know what to do, if anyone contract them, remove any records and to do something about the officers who taken her originally.

In result, Jennie Woods went on to change her name, keep her files close to her chest, residence and appearance the best she could every decade. And to never speak a true word of her fate to answer living soul (unless they were family of course).

To her relief, as the years went on things calmed down and she was less frequently questioned, however she would get wondering eyes at work.

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🐤~Auntie JJ~ 🪿

-> May 29th, 1970 her nephew Anthony Edward Stark was born.

The day she held that tiny will soul in her arms, she knew she would love him til her dying days. She would take care of him, spoil the boy, and make sure he knew he was loved, even if she wasn’t there everyday to see him.

And that she did.

In the 70s, Maria and Howard knew they would need a pair of helping hands, aside from Jarvis, as they offered for the women to live with them. And of course, she said yes.

Jennie was there every step of the way and she loved it. Watching Tony grow up, taking his first step, first words, teaching him to read and write. Hell, when he was old enough, Tony would draw her so many drawings that she hang up in her office showcasing her godson’s work.

There were plenty of days and nights where neither of his parents were around as work and events took up their time, so in result if she was free, Jennie would do it.

“..’So after Lisa sewed on the missing button, she gave Corduory a big hug.’ The End. Now it’s time for my little bear to go to sleep.” She said closing the book with a smile.

Usually the 7 year old would give her a sleepy remark but after the long day he had, he decided against it. He rolled onto his side getting comfy.

“Auntie JJ?” He yawned in his small voice.

“Yes baby?” She asked standing up and putting the book back on his bookshelf.

“Would you always love me like Lisa love Corduroy?”

Jennie paused what she was doing as a small smile appeared on her lip at the question, she turned out and kneeled over the bed, placing a hand above Tony’s small cheek. Her warm touch smooth his worries.

“Of course I will, bubba” She replied and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

He smiled in returned, “Can we have pancakes tomorrow?”

“We will have to see. But first night night.”

“Night night.”

She gave him one more smile watching as his eyes closed, pulling his blanket closer. When she knew it was clear to leave, she gently closed the door behind her and escaped to the living room to watch a rerun of The Mary Tyler Moore Show.

Midway through the episode, she paused the taping and through back onto what Tony asked her earlier. She looked down at her lap, playing with the throw pillow in hand and sighed deeply. She knew why he asked that question, with his parents getting busier as the day goes by, especially at such a young age, it makes sense Tony would wonder if the adults in his life still love him.

And she meant what she said earlier, this unconditional love she has for her nephew is true. She adores that tiny little troublemaker, even if she sometimes drives him nuts, it’s one of the reasons she cares for him. He’ll keep on learning , as time slips through her fingers watching him grow up.

She knew she will be always try to be there for him, even if she’s in a different city, she’s only one call away.

And she was right.

Tony’s auntie JJ is there for him every time she can be. The smallest moments and his biggest. His graduations, his first true inventions, taking him out for ice cream, reading him bedtime stories, making him bacon on his birthday, the two of them sneaking off to watch movies late at time and the list goes on.

Hell, if she’s in the same room and near by, JJ is there to poke and pinch Tony when he says something he isn’t supposed to. Which results in him yelling a small, “Ow!” As she’ll give a smile in return or a certain look to tell him to quit it.

There are moments that his aunt JJ would have a date pick him and Tony would try to question his intentions with his aunt. Little did she know her godchild Rei would be the same way in the future. Every single one of her dates biggest haters.

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—Likes:

Mysteries, romance and detective novels

Waking up late

Coffee (of course!)

Classic movies from the golden era & sitcoms

Vintage fashion and style

Baking

Jewelry

Design

Painting & Drawing

Donuts

The sun setting

—Dislikes:

Narrow-mindedness

Cold coffee

Being underestimated or misjudged

Chaos in the house

Being underdressed or overdressed for an event

Sitting still for too long

Big Crowds

Closed spaces

Horror movies (however she enjoyed CW’s Supernatural)

Hiking

Fast rides

—Languages:

- Fluent in Spanish and English.

- Russian and Italian

- And some French

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—Additional information:

- Jennie has a couple of scars, some small and some are a little big

- She tends to wear reading glasses or sunglasses at a lot

- You can sometimes find her on the couch wearing her earbuds listening to her favorite songs or binge watching a series on her IPAD

- As said before she likes jewlery, so in result you can find her wearing rings, earrings and sometimes necklaces. Such as her charm bracelet she got as a gift back in the 80s from a old friend

- She has traveled a lot over the years, sometimes she been a place more than once or even lived there. As well, as she met a couple of likely faces too

- Due to trying to keep up her energy and stamina levels, when it came to changing her appearance Jennie always tried to have a little fun. Such as dying her hair different a color, giving herself a new haircut, buying statement pieces that seemed timeless and testing out makeup to make her blend in with the crowd

- When it comes to makeup, she tries to keep it rather simple (she used to wear a lot of over the years but it resulted in some acne)

- When she’s under stress or filled in anxiety while in public spaces, she tends to play with her nails, add pressure to her inner palm, rubbing her wrist, wipes her sweaty palms on her jeans and etc

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—That’s all folks! I wanted to add more detail about her but then it would’ve been wayyyy too long of a ride 😅

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Okay, so, I'm trying to figure out how to phrase this so I don't get in trouble with creation or violate any of the rules. But I have to share what happened at my meet and greet with Misha on Sunday at VanCon and how that led to this insanity during the Jensen and guests panel...

So a little bit of background, I'm one of the administrators on the Twitter and Tumblr account for the Winchester daily updates (@thewinchestersupdates , @twdailyupdates on Twitter, give us a follow if you don't already!) Which means I've read all of the press that's come out related to the Winchester's. And it's very well documented that before Jensen and Danneel started chaos machine productions and came up with the Winchester's idea, that they had a little rewatch pilot with Misha to watch Lazarus Rising (Jensen first talks about filming it during the rosenbaum podcasts audio linked below)

https://twitter.com/acklesbitch/status/1483370216029622279?t=CMpzsuG6rYbbDk22r3q3hQ&s=19

So of course, being a fan of Misha and the Ackles, I knew this weekend I wanted to ask someone about this zoom call they filmed! So in my m&g with Misha I asked him basically (in a jumbled word salad cause I was nervous)

"In press about The Winchesters Jensen's talked about a lazarus rising rewatch you guys did during quarantine so (1) will y'all be sharing the video and (2) how was it rewatching your episode?"

And this man says "there's video? What?"

And then the m&g room all say it's a podcast and blah blah blah (I'm pretty sure it wasn't a podcast cause Jensen talked about filming a pilot and building a set but whatevers 🤷‍♀️) and Misha looks so confused and has no clue what I'm talking about. I chalk it up to the fact that no one can remember what happened at the beginning of quarantine. So I'm like "oh okay" facepalm and THEN this fucker (affectionately) says "oh you know Jensen and danneel, after they put the kids to bed, they just... Watch videos of me." 💀

So that was gonna be my private shame and since it's a m&g story I wasn't gonna share it.

Until.....

I'm sitting in Jensen's panel and here a high pitched squeal asking Jensen about watching Lazarus Rising and watching videos of Misha. And I. ABSOLUTELY. LOSE IT. No one in the audience but the other 19 m&g attendees have no context for Misha's question, but I KNOW WHAT HES DOING. So I'm basically shaking and freaking out and cannot explain to anyone why this is insanity. Jensen mocks misha's affect and asked if he was doing Ruthie's voice but I think he was mocking ME asking that question in my scared wobbly voice lmao 🤣

And of course Jensen asks Misha if he (Jensen) should answer the fans question or "mishas horrible question" and I wanted to sink into the floor 😂

And if you've seen the video, you know how Jensen answers the question and the clusterfuck the answer turned into.

So of course, I have Misha's auto later that night and I decide I have to say something to him. I was getting the poem Taxi signed by him, which means a lot for me and how I see my relationship with my mom, and I was gonna say something about how much it resonates with me, but instead I had to pivot. So I went up to his table and put down my items to get signed and said to him:

"Misha I have a bone to pick with you. You stole my m&g question to ask Jensen at his panel today!"

And this man says "What question?!"

💀

So of course I say "the Lazarus rising question. And I think I'm entitled to financial compensation for you stealing my question." And he turns to his handler and says something and turns back to me and says "I'm asking her if it's too late for you to get a refund."

So I laugh and then he said "it was a good question!" And I said "Thank you for asking it! I wasn't expecting the answer to go in that direction though" and he just gives me a look, cocking his head to the side, and I grab my items and run away 🤣

Anyway, I'm still waiting to find out what happened with that pilot episode and if it'll ever see the light of day 🙏

(Also, based on my own experience this weekend, I wouldnt be surprised if Misha genuinely cannot remember stuff in response to my questions because he's busy and frantic and short term memory kind of does in all the stress but if he was just jerking me around all weekend that was the best experience ever)

My auto items are in the images below. Special thanks to @wigglebox for giving me the cas & dean in the empty artwork so I could have Misha sign it. Can't wait to hang it up.

#spnvan #vancon 2022 #misha collins #jensen ackles #lazarus rising watch party #this affectiona f-er

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midnightmah07 · 7 months

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Hello Mah! ♡

Ok, so first I feel I should start by saying I was like....this close to shipping Ruthie with Che'nya. I loved the idea of their dynamic and their relationship, and even wrote a few headcanons detailing what their relationship would be like... (I have a LOT to say when it comes to them...)

I decided against it though, since I felt it would be better if she was shipped with one of the NRC boys, instead of another NPC like herself.

But this is unrelated to Che'nya (just thought i'd mention it since we were on the subject lol)

So, this gets shown/addressed in the event, but one of the reasons why Ruthie's least favorite food is seafood is because fish freak her out (so she's too scared to eat it)

This also leads to her interactions with Jade to be a bit stilted, with her doing her best to be polite to him (even though it's clear she's uncomfortable around him)

Jade can tell she's uncomfortable/afraid to be around him, and doesn't really do anything to stop it lol He enjoys her reaction to him and how easy it is to get her to react, even doing something as simple as standing beside her makes her shift uncomfortably.

In the event there is a scene where Jade tries to use his unique magic on her (this is when the boys become suspicious of what's going on, so they ask Jade/Jade suggests using his UM to get the truth for them)

But Ruthie can't meet his eyes, feeling even more uncomfortable having him leaning down so close towards her, their faces mere inches apart (If you've seen the panel in the manga of Jade using his UM, that's what I'm thinking their position is like!) When Adamina notices what's going on and how uncomfortable Ruthie is, she immediately puts a stop to it, having an idea of what Jade was trying to do (even though Jade didn't make it obvious what their plan was)

All of this to say my mind was suddenly like, "What if Ruthie and Jade were a thing?" And yeah....

That's it really lol Like it seems like it was only a fleeting thought, since Cathie is still strong and forever in my heart, but it scared me for a moment cause I love Cathie lol

(Though I guess the unrequited love idea or Ruthie being shipped with multiple people thing isn't a bad idea...I'll have to think about it...) Also the whole situation with Rollo and Daisy is so funny to think about (especially with Ruggie flirting with her in front of him lol)

I'd love to hear your thoughts Mah!

Thank you! ♡

Ohh that would be really interesting and fun!! Especially Jade's reactions to Ruthie! But I agree Cathie is strong and powerful 😔🙏🏻

Also oh my Gosh same. This happens to me a lot especially with Ace. I love AceYuu I think it's a wonderful ship, so sometimes my head goes like "wait what if I shipped Daisy and Ace..." but like 10 seconds later I give up on the idea lmaooooo😭😭

#💙! mah's answers #💙! sheep<3

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I saw your robenedict misha collins posting and i am a man forever changed.

I mean, and i say this with the most utter befuddlement possible, what the fuck

we all out here like omg men in woods is about jackles oeoeoeo when it is honestly more likely to be about robert eggs benedict…my mind is less eggs benedict and more scrambled rn tbh….

the idea that if straight bisexual man misha collins was having an affair, it would be with a guy literally playing god and not with his costar whose character everyone ships his character with …. singularly hilarious to me

unparalleled media experience even outside of the media. jesus h christ

in conclusion idk they have my blessing they’re both weird guys who are sometimes horrible but annoyingly funny about it. good 4 them i guess

to add to the conclusion i think the funniest possible outcome of this is that jackles has a huge embarrassing second grader crush on costar misha collins who is off having an affair with god. hashtag chuck won theory

I think Men In Woods can still be interpreted as being about Jensen, it just really depends on how you want to read it! But Misha and Rob are definitely something. I remember Misha mentioning once that kissing someone with a beard feels special, and for some reason, I vaguely remember Rob in the context of it, but my brain might be making up the wrong connections.

Also, I generally love the energy that Rob has both with Jensen and Misha, and they should be allowed to do panels together. As well as I keep thinking about that picture wherein both Rob and Mish are kissing Ruthie on her cheek. Sometimes I definitely wonder if Rob/Ruth/Misha is a thing. They have an interesting friendship, and it's really cute.

I am also secretly Rob is bisexual truthing because of this post:

Paul Fitzgerald is openly bisexual. But hey, maybe he meant best friend instead of boyfriend, who knows.

Anyways, whatever the relationship between Rob and Misha is, they're definitely funky guys and it's funny, and I just enjoy them being chaotic af with it.

#rob benedict #ask #cockles #-ish #rob x misha #not that I do not like Robsen as well I just generally like Robs dynamic with everyone #misha x rob

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fuck it friday, even though it’s monday, but this is when I was tagged so I’m doing it!! Thanks for the tag @marley-manson!

Here’s a lil snippet from what I’ve been working on recently (it’s perry mason):

The house was dark and quiet, the lights kept off to save on the electric bill. It was cluttered and busy, full of tossed aside shoes and books and newspapers. Such was three kids, Perry thought. Hard to keep a house clean with three kids. Hell, in his own case, it was hard to keep the house clean with no kids running around. He wandered through, taking his time, eventually making it to the master bedroom. Smaller than his parent’s bedroom at the farmhouse. This room was lived in though. Rumpled sheets on the half made bed, clothes draped over the footboard. It was clear which bedside table belonged to who— Pete’s was littered with paperback novels and bobbins of thread, a crumpled packet of cigarettes and an empty glass with a lingering water ring. Ruthie’s was much more organized. An alarm clock, a pair of reading glasses. Tidy. The shower was running through a door that wasn’t properly closed. Perry leaned towards the door and caught a whiff of floral soap, a hint of steam, and the shadow from a body moving behind a curtain. “Pete?” “Perry?” His voice called out from the bathroom. “You’re early.” “I'm not, really,” he said, distracted now by the closet. Pete’s suits and shirts. A handsome brown sport coat with a pleated panel back that Perry had never seen him wear before. He fingered the fabric, feeling the weave. Rough, thick. “Well, gimme a minute anyway. I ain’t ready.” “Yeah.” In the top drawer of a bureau that had seen better days, Perry found himself face to face with Pete’s carefully tended undershirts and boxer shorts. The other side of the drawer held Ruth’s intimates, folded tightly so you could hardly tell what they were. Of course that was the moment Ruth turned the corner, catching Perry putting his nose where it didn’t belong. She cleared her throat at him. He jumped, slamming the drawer closed. “Fuck, sorry.” “Enjoying my husband's unmentionables?” She asked, dry and wry and scathing. “Habit, Ruthie, you know how it is.” Like poking around was something he couldn’t help but do. It was hard to tell if she believed that. That was part of the problem, Perry thought. He couldn’t read her at all. She rolled her eyes. Geez, if that didn’t cut him down to size. “Come wait in the kitchen.” He tucked his tail between his legs and slipped past her out of the bedroom, pausing momentarily to let her lead the way through to the kitchen. She placed him at the table, sat across from him, and waited quietly. She was going to force him to speak first. This was Ruthie’s great power, Perry thought as he watched her watch him. Her silence. The power she carried just by being quiet. She spoke to him only when necessary, and it made her strong. Who knew what she was like in private, with just her husband, but to Perry she was an impenetrable wall. Just when Perry felt he was about to break, the kids came stampeding through the kitchen. They ran past in a flurry, ignoring him completely, preferring to continue their trample through the house and into the back yard. Ruth did nothing to try and stop them or slow them. She maintained her unflappable cool over Perry, who flinched at the sudden influx of ruckus. Point Ruthie. Not that they were in competition, of course. Good looking kids, Perry thought, forcing his mind away from Ruth and her cold stare. Healthy and pink-cheeked. The oldest boy was starting to look a lot like Pete, with his chin and nose. Probably it was nice to have a kid that looked like you. He’d never thought Teddy looked like him at all. Perry heard the shower stop. “I don’t mean to intrude, you know. I can wait outside—“ “No intrusion. You’re my husband’s friend.” Somehow she made both words, Husband and Friend, sound like insults. She found a loose lock of her dark hair with her fingers, gave it a twist, and tucked it up into the loose bun behind her head. Effortless. Ruth was pretty enough, Perry thought. Or she used to be. Before the three kids and the hardship and this dark, messy house. She’d turned what prettiness she’d had into toughness, and he could see it in the way she held her mouth. In the disdain she had for him. “Listen, Ruth—“ “Just don’t get him in trouble this time,” she snapped. Perry recoiled, pinned into his seat. “Some of us need him to be around.” “That’s not fair, I need him—“ “He doesn’t keep your lights on, does he? He doesn’t feed your children?” Reprimanded, Perry fell silent. He couldn’t begin to explain to Ruth that yes, Pete did keep his lights on. Yes, Pete did feed his kid. Without Pete there would be no work as a P.I., no money to pay his bills or pay his child support. And more than that, without Pete there would be no lights on for Perry at all. Pete lit him up, kept him active and lively and out in the world. Without Pete it would’ve been easy to rot to death at home, watching the planes grind his family's legacy into the dirt. As honest as he could be, he said, “He matters to me too, Ruth.”

tagging my dear friends @majorbaby @boasamishipper @ireallyamabear and anybody else who’s keen!

#my writing #perry mason #sorry to everyone who followed me for things that aren't perry mason #but I'm living in perry mason world rn

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runbyinsomnia · 1 year

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roulette number #227 - O Brother Where Art Thou

season 11, episode 9. december 9th, 2015.

soundtrack: memorial by david kelly.

written by: eugenie ross-leming & brad buckner

directed by: robert singer

fun fact: this is the first time mark pellegrino has played lucifer since “the born-again identity” in season seven.

1/327

- look, y’all. i really didn’t forget this series, trust me. i just have a lot of other series and things to work on too, and forgot i finished this in early june and well … forgot to post 🤣😅. i’m embarrassed, sorry y’all - but please enjoy it now that it’s here.

believe me, i even got the next episode picked out too, and because it’s a little hard to find the right quote, and since my person and i have been discussing what quote, i wondered if single panel comics in this series would look nice too? of course, a quote works but sometimes a quote on a single panel the same size could be cool too, no? y’all tell us in the comments if you so please, we’re beyond help though, i think 🤣

ah, rowena though !! love drawing ruthie and the amazing hair, it’s the greatest duo an artist could ask for. plus the addition of amazing glitter eyeshadow that one brush can do. i’m in love 🤣

ps - still can’t draw jared as sam that well 🤣🤣🤣🤣

i tried. anyhow,

let’s get back into this series !! 🖤

#supernatural #sam winchester #jared padalecki #ruth connell #rowena macleod #spn fanart #spn #spn family #supernatural comic #digital art #procreate

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mybrainproblems · 2 years

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Hey! I have a quick convention question. There’s going to be a con near me soon(driving distance, won’t need a hotel) and I can’t afford much more than general admission. Do you think it would be worth it to just go for the panels and maybe sns? I’d hate to miss the opportunity to see the cast in person but if I cant have the “full” experience of getting autos and photo ops is it better to just stay home? Thanks!

hello! i hope you don't mind me answering publicly with a very long answer to your very quick question, but i wanted to give my honest review of going to a spn con as someone who loves spn and spnwin, but did very few ops. as a disclaimer: i am not criticizing folks who get a lot of auto/photo ops (a lot of my friends get them and enjoy them! i love seeing ppl's photo ops and hearing auto op stories!) but it's just not something i'm super interested in for myself.

short answer: my favorite part of the con was getting to meet ppl who i don't get to see much/hadn't met before and the general feeling of being part of a community. (if that sounds like you, definitely go!) doing a photo op with a group of friends and the spnwin actors made for a cute memento and we had fun with it, but i don't think you need (m)any extras to feel like you had a "full" experience unless you really want to spend a few minutes with the actors. but again; i'm not someone who cares much about directly interacting with the actors.

even more in-depth response plus some recommendations for if you go:

the panels were really fun and i highly recommend the ones with kim & bri, ruthie and dj. my understanding is that they're almost always all on friday for 3 day cons. the "ladies of spn" panel is also a good one and was on saturday. karaoke on friday night is free and super fun as an audience member - i highly recommend it! i recommend SNS as well, but also i got to be there for the rare occasion that jensen sang lol. unfortunately i was a bit out of it bc of anxiety meds so i don't think i got the "full" experience on that one, though i still enjoyed myself!

i will say that if you aren't interested in either walker or spnwin and don't have (m)any ops, you're gonna have a lot of down time so definitely take that into consideration. the only panels i was interested in on sunday were mark s and j2 (the gotham screening was a nice bonus bc otherwise it would've been a really sparse sunday for me). bc the first half of the j2 panel was almost entirely finale Qs, it had really weird downer vibes (the crowd/Qs really impact the panel vibes). once they started getting more general questions about spn and their other work it picked up a lot. jared and jensen both talking about their kids was really sweet and was probably my favorite part of their panel.

** unfortunately, both sp8 and rob had to back out due to conflicts/illness which was a bummer and i think i'd have enjoyed the con a bit more if they'd been there. but also jake abel filling in with a solo panel was fun and why i decided last minute to do jake and chill that evening.

all in all, i think the best part of cons is seeing friends who you may not usually (or ever!) get to see normally. and as fractious as the spn fandom is, we all love the same show and it's cool to see how many other ppl love the show. i really don't think auto/photo ops are necessary for a "full" con experience. m&gs might be worth the money if you wanted to get some actual time with the actors but those can be $$$ and stressful to get due to the auction process. photos are a cute memento but they are very rushed due to timing with panels/autos/m&gs. i didn't do an auto op but my understanding is that while it varies person-to-person, usually you only have a minute or two with with j2m; things are more relaxed with the rest of the cast. if i were an artist/had spn fanart i was proud of making, i'd probably do an auto op tho! (i mean, i do have spn fanart i'm proud of. but bc of the media i used, it would feel more like getting it defaced vs acknowledged lol)

side note: i do some event organizing with tight schedules as a part of my job and seriously, hats off to the scheduling folks and organizers at these events; the actors really do love engaging with fans which means almost everyone runs over and somehow the staff manage to keep the wheels not only on, but turning.

for reference, these are the "extras" that i did:

friday night karaoke (free with fri/full weekend admission - highly rec & did i mention it's free?)

SNS (definitely rec!)

jake and chill (fun, but not a "must-do")

group photo op with spnwin cast and friends

group photo op with baby and friends (v affordable and relaxed!)

i mean this in the kindest way; if you really feel like you're going to be missing out not getting any direct interaction with the actors, then i'd say skip it and save up for next time if you can. the worst feeling is paying the top of what you can afford for something that isn't quite what you wanted.

one crit thing i will say tho and i feel kinda bad about it: i thought i was prepared for how personal fans were going to get with the actors during panel q&a and... i was not. afaik CE no longer screens Qs and i don't want them to, but i wish some fans would keep in mind that their catharsis might be someone else's trigger. it's not like it happened a lot or destroyed my experience (i'm planning to go to another con in 2024), but i've never needed to take that much xanax over the course of 72hrs before.

#i know you asked such a short question but it's all very fresh in my mind and i had a lot of folks surprised how few 'extras' i was doing #when it was my first ever spn con... and i still very much enjoyed myself!!#now. if there had been writers. i'd have been picking up any and every opportunity to talk to them #y'all think folks pay obscene prices for jensen and misha m&gs? hold my fucking beer.#callout posts would be written for the amount of money i'd pay to meet robbie glynn or dabb

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ruthxrobxhearteyes · 1 year

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3 April 2023

Ruthie shared this cutie selfie leaving SPN Con in New Orleans, Louisiana (NOLA) where they had a panel together which I can't wait to watch!

#rob benedict #ruthie connell #rob and ruth #ruth x rob #connedict

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whentherewerebicycles · 2 years

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ruthie staring blankly into the middle distance… same girl lol. well we are “awake” as of 6:30 (my plan to work back to a 6am wake up time is not going all that well sigh). I have one short meeting with my lead at 9 then lots of project work time to finish a presentation draft & design 2-3 sections of this learning module.

I’m really pleased with how the bathroom color looks fully dried but alas I think I’ll need to do a second coat on 1.5 of the walls. but that’s ok! I am also giving serious thought to painting the ceiling but I’m nervous because that’s scary and new and feels like a thing I could mess up 😬 but how else will I LEARN except by making mistakes!! I think I’m going to try it… the worst that can happen is it doesn’t look good and I have to use this leftover primer + white paint to cover it over. which will be messy and time-consuming but look around jes it’s not like you’ve got a lot else going on right now lol. besides I already got a little paint on the ceiling whoops so I’ll have to repaint it if/when I move out anyway. might as well use it as a little paint laboratory.

here’s the day:

order paint

email HH back about panel

email DR about rec letter

coffee/lounge/emails till 8

8-9 shower, breakfast, work on presentation

9-10 AS mtg

10-12:15 finish updating presentation and make graphics for strategic plan

re-tape the half bath (I did a better job with avoiding mess this time but since the ceiling seems potentially messy I’d like to cut the plastic drop cloth to fit the room and tape everything securely so the entire lower half of the room is covered. I also need to be sure to wrap the light fixtures or just unscrew the glass tops if possible)

pick up paint & return these two ailing plants

maybe drop off UPS returns on the way back

re-paint the two walls first I think

gulp. paint the ceiling. panic probably.

long forest walk with the dogs

apply for board/committee positions

write up recipe notes for shakshuka

put phone away and finish cribsheet

I am practicing self-care by not watching the game tonight I think

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bunchofrandomfandomsandbands · 3 months

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California Dreamin'

Summary: Richard and Rob get another unexpected surprise Warnings: Mpreg, morning sickness, childbirth, explicit language Pairing: Richard Speight/Rob Benedict

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Rich and Rob are chilling backstage before a con in their hometown, Nashville, Tennessee, with their kids: Alice, who’s six, and Atlas and Isolde, who are almost two months old.

“Rich, Rob, it’s time for your panel,” a woman calls from outside the green room door.

“Are you ready, babe?” Richard stands up, looking over at Rob.

“Rich, I don’t feel good,” Rob mumbles, turning on his heel and rushing to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

“Robbie, are you okay?” Richard calls, knocking on the door.

“Go ahead and start without me. I’ll be out in a moment,” Rob groans from behind the door. Reluctantly, Rich heads out to the stage and begins without Rob, who eventually joins after a few minutes, looking pale and sweaty.

“Babe, are you alright? You look like shit,” Richard whispers to Rob as they settle in front of the audience.

“Yeah, I’m probably just coming down with something,” Rob waves off Rich's concern. Throughout the panel, Rich keeps a close eye on Rob, who grows increasingly pale. Halfway through while Rich answers a fan’s question about an episode he directed, Rob suddenly bolts offstage, a hand over his mouth, heading for the nearest trash can. He starts vomiting violently, his body shaking with every heave. Rob can vaguely hear Rich excusing himself before he rushes to Rob’s side and puts a hand on his back.

“Baby, go rest in the green room.” Richard orders. “I’ll get Misha to stay with you.”

“Ok. See you in a bit.” Rob groans and walks to the green room where Misha is already taking care of the twins.

“Hey, Robbie. Try to rest for a bit. I’ve got the kids.” Misha greets. Rob rushes to the bathroom and starts vomiting again, completely missing what Misha is saying.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Alice asks as she walks into the bathroom, concern etched on her small face.

“I’m fine, love. Just a little under the weather,” Rob replies, flushing the toilet and standing up on shaky legs.

“Come on, Alice. Let’s go find Poppa,” Misha calls, and Alice rushes out of the bathroom. Once the coast is clear, Rob locks the door, goes to the trash can, pulls out a pregnancy test, and takes it.

“Robbie, are you okay in there?” Ruth calls, making Rob jump.

“Yeah, I’m fine. J-just give m-me a sec.” Rob answers, stuttering a bit when he sees the positive test.

“Ok. I’m right out here when you’re ready.” Ruth states.

“Mish, could you give us a sec?” Rob asks softly as he exits the bathroom.

“Take as long as you need.” Misha nods when he sees the fear in Rob’s eyes.

“Robbie, what’s going on?” Ruth asks, her voice laced with worry. Rob, pale and shaking, looks up at her.

“I’m pregnant,” Rob cries out. Ruth’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Why are you upset, Robbie?” she asks, genuinely confused.

“We have one-month-old twins, Ruthie!” Rob wails, tears streaming down his face.

“You and Rich will figure it out. You always do.” Ruth soothes. Just then, Misha enters the room, thankfully without the kids.

“Is everything okay in here?” he asks, sensing the tension.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Rob just got overwhelmed,” Ruth replies, hiding the truth. She knows Rob isn’t ready to tell anyone about the pregnancy just yet especially given their history of miscarriages.

“Thank you, Ruthie.” Rob whispers once Misha leaves.

“You’re welcome, Robbie. Now, I know what you’re thinking, but you’re not going to lose them again. I promise.” Ruth, gently holding Rob's hand, looks into his eyes.

“You don’t know that, Ruth! I’ve already had two miscarriages! That nobody else knows about!” Rob’s eyes fill with tears.

“Robert Patrick Speight-Benedict, listen to me. You are NOT going to lose the baby.” Ruth takes a deep breath, her voice firm but caring. Rob nods affirmatively as he strides onto the stage alongside Ruth. Jensen, Jared, Misha, Felicia, and Mark await, prepared to captivate and connect with their adoring audience. At the opposite end, Rich sits with Alice and their twins, while Rob settles between them and Ruth. As the moderator directs questions toward Rob, a devoted fan steps up to the microphone.

“Hi, Rob,” she begins, her voice carrying through the hall. “Could you share with us a challenging time in your life and how you overcame it?”

“Actually,” Rob begins, his voice steady yet infused with emotion, “one of the most difficult periods in my life was experiencing two pregnancies that both ended in miscarriage.” A wave of gasps spreads through the audience, followed by a collective sigh of sympathy and empathy that fills the room.

“Robbie, you don’t have to.” Richard whispers, but Rob waves him off.

“But not all things are bad right now, because I’m pregnant!” Rich's eyes widen in shock, his mind struggling to process the unexpected revelation. Jensen, Jared, Misha, Felicia, and Mark exchange stunned glances, their expressions a mix of joy and disbelief.

“You're... you're pregnant?” Richard asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Rob nods, tears welling up in his eyes as he meets Rich's gaze.

“Yeah,” he confirms softly. “We're going to be parents again.” Rich's initial shock gives way to pure joy. He leans forward, pulling Rob into a tight embrace, his heart overflowing with love and happiness.

“I can't believe it,” he murmurs, his voice choked with emotion. The audience erupts into applause, the sound echoing through the convention hall. Fans cheer and clap, their excitement palpable as Rob and Rich share their joy with the world. Later, when Rob is three months pregnant, he and Rich are at a convention center abuzz with excitement as fans eagerly await the Supernatural panel featuring Rob and Rich alongside their fellow cast members. Jensen, Jared, Misha, Ruth, Felicia, and Mark join them on stage, the atmosphere charged with anticipation. Rob and Rich stand side by side, holding hands and beside Rich, Alice squirms with excitement, her eyes wide with wonder. In a stroller nearby, Isolde and Atlas, sleep peacefully, unaware of the excitement swirling around them. The moderator, sensing the audience’s eagerness, gestures toward Richard and Rob.

“Rich, Rob, there’s been a lot of speculation about a special announcement you have for us today. Care to share?” She asks.

“So, today, since Rob’s pregnant, we’re doing a gender reveal!” Richard reaches into a bag beside them and pulls out two confetti poppers.

“Alright,” Rob says, his voice carrying across the room. “On the count of three.” Jensen, Jared, Misha, Ruth, Felicia, and Mark join in, counting down eagerly. “Three… two… one!”

With a loud pop, Rob and Rich pull the strings on their confetti poppers simultaneously. Pink confetti explode into the air, swirling around them in a colorful shower.

“It’s a girl!” Richard exclaims, his voice filled with joy as he looks at the pink confetti raining down around them. The audience erupts into cheers once more, applauding the happy couple and their expanding family. Rob laughs, tears of joy streaming down his cheeks as he scoops Alice up into his arms, spinning her around in celebration. The twins stir in their stroller, reacting to the excitement around them. Jensen, Jared, Misha, Ruth, Felicia, and Mark rush forward, surrounding Rob and Rich with hugs and congratulations. Cameras flash, capturing the joyous moment as they bask in the love and support of their friends and fans alike.

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When Rob is nine months pregnant, Rich and his band, The volunteers, are rehearsing at the Whiskey a Go Go, while Rob, Alice and the twins watch.

“How’re you holding up, babe?” Richard asks in between songs.

“Little princess has been active tonight.” Rob answers.

“Alright, let me know if anything changes. Rob nods and tries to focus on the show. After a few moments, a contraction hits, causing him to shift uncomfortably.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Alice asks, concerned.

“I'm fine, love. Your sister is just eager to meet us,” Rob reassures her, as one of the twins starts crying.

“That's Isolde. She’s probably hungry. Will you be okay while I breastfeed her?” Richard asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be good,” Rob replies, nodding jerkily as the contraction subsides. Rich goes over to where Isolde and Atlas are, picks Isolde up, and starts breastfeeding her. Rob watches in amazement, but suddenly, another contraction hits, breaking his daze, and he drops into a squat.

“Robbie, what's wrong?” Richard looks over at Rob, worry evident in his voice.

“Contraction,” Rob groans from the floor, clutching his abdomen.

“Daddy, are you hurt?” Alice moves closer to Rob, her eyes wide with worry.

“It's okay, sweetheart. Daddy's just having a contraction. It hurts, but I'll be fine.” Rob manages to smile weakly through the pain.

“Take deep breaths, Rob. You've got this.” Richard kneels beside Rob, placing a comforting hand on his back.

“Is Daddy going to be okay, Poppa?” Alice asks, her eyes filled with concern.

“Yes, sweetie. Daddy's strong.” Richard nods reassuringly at Alice. Rob nods gratefully at Rich, his breathing gradually steadying as the contraction eases.

“Thanks, Rich. I think it's passing.” Rob grunts and stands back up. Alice watches Rob closely, her concern slowly turning into relief as her dad seems to calm down.

“We're going home. Cancel tonight's show and inform everyone that I have a family emergency,” Richard orders as he helps Rob to his feet and guides him to the car, with Alice pushing the twins in their stroller. Once everyone is settled, Rich jumps into the driver's seat and speeds home. As they pull into the driveway, Rob is gripped by another contraction. Rich quickly ushers the kids into the house before rushing back to help Rob inside.

“What can I do to help you?” Richard asks once he gets Rob in the house.

“Can you start the shower? I wanna get in.” Rob answers.

“Of course. Do you want to come with me in case another contraction starts?” Richard inquires, earning a nod from Rob. Together, they go into the master bathroom, and Rob sits on a stool while Rich gets the shower started.

“Rich!” Rob cries out as another contraction rears its ugly head.

“Easy, love. Breathe.” Richard coos as he steps in front of Rob and takes his hands in his.

“It hurts, so bad, Richie.” Rob groans.

“I know love. You’re doing so good.” Richard soothes.

“I-I don’t know if I can do this.” Rob groans once the contraction ebbs off.

“Yes, you can. You’re stronger than you believe.” Richard coos and kisses Rob on the forehead.

“Can we get in the shower for a bit?” Rob asks quietly.

“Of course we can. Do you want me to stay, or do you want space?” Richard replies as he helps Rob undress.

“I want you to stay.” Rob whispers as he walks under the warm spray. Rich and Rob sway together under the warm spray for a bit before another contraction hits, making Rob’s knees buckle.

“Easy love. Easy.” Richard coos.

“Richard!” Rob cries out.

“I’m right here. I’ve got you.” Richard soothes.

“It hurts so bad!” Rob cries.

“Do you want me to call Ruth?” Richard asks.

“Yeah.” Rob nods.

“Hey Google, call Ruth Connell.” Richard commands.

“Okay, calling Ruth Connell,” Google confirms, dialing the number.

“Rich, why are you calling? I’m at a convention,” Ruth answers when she picks up.

“Listen, Rob's in labor. Can you get over here as soon as possible?” Richard explains, his voice edged with urgency.

“I’m on the way,” Ruth replies without hesitation before hanging up. Rich and Rob sway for forty minutes before Ruth comes barreling into the bathroom.

“Wow, Rob, you look like crap,” Ruth jokes, taking in Rob's pale, strained face.

“Thanks, I really tried—OH GOD!” Rob starts to respond, but is cut off by another intense contraction, his body tensing up with the pain.

“Easy, love,” Richard murmurs soothingly, brushing a lock of sweat-dampened hair from Rob's forehead and pressing a gentle kiss there. Rob clutches Rich's hand as he tries to breathe through the pain, his eyes locked on his husband's for support.

“Something's wrong! I can feel it!” Rob cries out, gripping Rich's hand tightly. Ruth rushes over, concern etched on her face.

“The baby's breeched. We have to get it positioned correctly,” she explains urgently. “This is going to hurt,”

“Just do it. Please,” Rob implores, his voice strained with pain. Ruth’s movements are deliberate as she presses against Rob's belly, trying to reposition the baby. Rob grits his teeth, trying to suppress a scream, his face flushing red with exertion.

“Don't hold back, Rob,” Richard encourages, his voice unwavering as he supports Rob from the other side.

“I got the baby repositioned!” Ruth exclaims suddenly.

“Thank you,” Rob breathes out, exhaustion evident in his voice.

“You're amazing,” Richard whispers, eyes filled with love and admiration. Rob smiles weakly, his hand still tightly intertwined with Rich's.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Alice asks as she walks into the bathroom.

“I’m alright, Liz. Your sister is giving me a hard time,” Rob grunts as another contraction starts, making him groan softly.

“Come on, Liz. It’s past your bedtime.” Richard turns to Alice, his voice gentle and soothing. As he walks her to her room, Alice looks up at him with wide eyes.

“Is Daddy going to be okay, Poppa?” Alice asks.

“Yes, sweetheart. Daddy is very strong, and he’s got all of us here to help him. He’s doing great.” Richard bends down to her level, his expression tender.

“But he sounds like he’s in a lot of pain,” Alice says, her voice wavering.

“He is, but it’s normal. It's all part of bringing your baby sister into the world. Now, let’s get you to bed, and in the morning, you might have a new sister to meet.” Richard hugs her gently.

“Okay, Poppa. I love you.” Alice nods, reassured.

“I love you too, Liz,” Richard says, giving her a kiss on the forehead before tucking her into bed. Back in the bathroom, Rob leans into Rich for support.

“Thanks for handling that,” he whispers.

“Anything for you, love,” Richard murmurs, kissing Rob’s forehead. “We’re almost there. You’re doing amazing.”

“I’m so tired.” Rob whispers.

“Good news is that you can rest for a bit.” Ruth smiles softly as she helps Rob out of the shower, dried off and into bed where he quickly falls into a light sleep.

“Thank you, Ruthie. I don’t know what he’d do if you weren’t here.” Richard whispers as Ruth starts to leave the bedroom.

“We’re family. We don’t leave each other behind.” Ruth soothes and shuts the door behind her. Rob stays asleep for a few hours, moaning and curling up into himself through contractions when they seize him, till a strong contraction wakes him up.

“RICHIE!” Rob screams, writhing in agony.

“Easy Robbie. I’m right here.” Richard soothes rushing over to Rob and wrapping his arms around Rob.

“It hurts so bad! Make it stop!” Rob wails.

“I wish I could Robbie.” Richard coos, his heart breaking at seeing his husband in so much pain.

“Rich, what’s going on?” Ruth asks, panicked as she comes flying into the room.

“The contractions are getting stronger. I think it’s almost time.” Richard answers.

“Rob what do you wanna do?” Ruth asks softly.

“I wanna walk.” Rob whimpers.

“Ok baby, we can do that.” Richard nods and helps Rob out of bed and out to the living room where Rob starts walking around the room.

“Rich, I need to talk to you,” Ruth whispers, motioning for Rich to come over.

“What's up?” Richard asks as he approaches.

“We have to take Rob to the ER. His body isn't handling the stress of labor well,” Ruth whispers urgently.

“And if we don't?” Richard inquires.

“The baby could die,” Ruth replies.

“How do you know this?” Richard asks.

“I was a labor and delivery nurse back in college,” Ruth explains.

“Then you tell him. I can't,” Rich says, shaking his head.

“Robbie, honey, we need to go to the hospital. Your body isn't handling the labor well,” Ruth explains to Rob.

“We can't! It's not in my birth plan!” Rob cries out.

“Baby, just listen to Ruth. She knows what she's talking about,” Richard soothes.

"I'll take him to my old hospital. Two of my former colleagues still work there," Ruth says.

"Alright, but I need to get Alice and the twins first," Richard whispers, hurrying to Alice's room and gently shaking her awake.

"Poppa, is my sibling here?" Alice asks groggily.

"No, sweetheart, not yet. We need to take a little trip. I have to get Isolde and Atlas, then we can go," Richard explains gently.

"Okay, Poppa," Alice nods, following Richard to the master bedroom where Atlas and Isolde are fast asleep. He quickly gets them settled in their baby carriers and heads downstairs. Ruth and Rob are already making their way to Ruth's car. Rich and Ruth secure Alice, Atlas, and Isolde in the backseat before getting Rob comfortable. Richard climbs into the front passenger seat while Ruth takes the wheel and speeds off towards the hospital.

“Hey Siri, call Brandon Rizzoli and put him on speaker,” Ruth orders.

“Okay, calling Brandon Rizzoli,” Siri responds, and the phone starts ringing.

“Hey, Ruth, what's up?” Brandon answers.

“Are you on call right now?” Ruth asks.

“Yeah, I'm at the hospital. Why?” Brandon replies, confused.

“Get Christina and set up a private room. I'm three minutes away,” Ruth commands and hangs up. Ruth pulls into the hospital and parks at the back entrance, so no one can see them, where Branson and Christina are waiting with a stretcher.

“Rob Benedict, 41 weeks pregnant, and has been in labor for almost 16 hours.” Ruth explains as she rushes to the back door and helps Rob out of the car and onto the stretcher.

"Poppa, why are we at the hospital?" Alice asks, her voice trembling.

"The baby isn’t doing well, so these people will help," Richard reassures her gently as they rush into the hospital and into a private room.

“Robbie, what do you wanna do? There’s a shower, a tub, a birthing ball, and a peanut ball.” Ruth asks softly.

“I wanna get in the tub with Richie.” Rob answers.

“Ok, we can do that.” Christina nods and goes to get the tub set up.

“I’m so proud of you, Robbie. You’re doing amazing.” Richard praises.

"The tub is ready!" Christina announces as she steps out of the bathroom.

"Can we get in?" Rob whimpers, clearly in pain.

"Of course we can, baby," Richard nods, helping Rob into the bathroom and then carefully into the bathtub before climbing in behind him to provide support.

“Daddy, why are you and Poppa in the bath together?" Alice inquires, her little voice filled with wonder.

"Your sister is in no hurry to meet us, so we're hoping this will make her want to come faster," Rob explains, leaning back against Rich for comfort.

"Alice, your little sister just needs a bit more time. This warm water helps Daddy feel better." Ruth, standing nearby, chuckles softly.

"Rob, you're doing great. The water should help ease some of the pain." Brandon states as he checks the monitor and nods approvingly.

"Your parents are working very hard to bring your sister into the world, Alice. It's a special moment." Christina moves closer, giving Alice a reassuring smile.

"I can't wait to meet her," Alice reaches out and gently touches Rob's hand.

"We can't wait either, sweetie. Just hang in there, Robbie." Richard kisses the top of Rob's head.

"I... I think it's time," Rob gasps, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple.

"All looks good. Rob, whenever you're ready, you can start pushing." Brandon nods.

"You've got this, Rob. Deep breaths now." Ruth leans in, her voice calm yet urgent.

“FUCK IT BURNS!” Rob screams as the baby starts to crown.

"I see the head!" Christina exclaims, her voice rising with anticipation.

"You're almost there," Ruth says, her hands ready to receive new life into the world. With one final push, Rob collapses back against Rich, spent yet elated. The room echoes with the cry of their newborn, filling the space with a sense of completion and joy. As Brandon gently places the baby in Rob's arms, Christina wipes away tears of joy.

"Congratulations, both of you," she says warmly, sharing a look of pride with Ruth.

“Welcome to the world Seraphina Rose Benedict-Speight.” Rob coos.

#supernatural fanfic

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