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mysteryideasgroup · 2 years ago

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MSA x WnG: A Matter of Loaf and Death AU Chapter 1: Intro/Newspaper of 12 Bakers has murdered

Night, Bakery Stores works. Two Bakers, Baker Bob and Baker Alex Parker make doughs song humming. Two shadowy figures with groved oven mitts with rolling pin and knife sneaking close to behind them and grab taken out their Baker's Chef Hats. Bob and Alex are confused, their hand pat heads without their Baker's Chef Hats. They are turns to see two shadowy figures

Baker Bob: Oh, it's you!

Alex: It's you!

Two Figures raised the pin and knife to Bakers in horror

Baker Bob: No! Nooo!

Alex: No! Noo!

They have killed by two figures. Baker Bob was Blungeoned in facedown in his dough with his glasses on his back of head. Alex was Throat Slit in fall and loss of blood.

Next morning, Sarah with her own pets Dogs/Kitsunes of Dog/Kitsune and Polter Dog/Kitsune and Laura with her own pet Polter Cat, Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs (MS (MysterySkulls), TSM (The Sector Mystery), MI (Mystery Ideas), MH (Mystery Hunters), MS (Mystery Slayers), TGBM (The Greatest Bakers Mystery) read it and worried about what happened.

Sapphire: Poor Alex Parker.

Cera: Poor Baker Bob.

Bart: It's Two Final Bakers have been murdered with own rolling pin and knife.

Sarah: Not Good, think it's two Bakers who have the final last Bakers who have been murdered.

Laura is fearful that next to targets Bakers.

Samantha: Two Serial Killers lost and escaped last night.

Sardonyx is fearful what happened murdered Two Final Bakers and is now next to targets Bakers.

Gromit and Arturo are gulped in horrified with news reads.

They look up at the clock rings to wake up to Wallace and Lionel in sleeping with cotton covering their ears. Gromit and Arturo used buttons to noises, and Wallace and Lionel in sleeping with cotton covered their ears not heard from hearing noises. Gromit and Arturo used water balloons put the windmill in one of the windmills.

Wallace in sleep: Mmm... Cheese

Lionel in sleep: Sweet

Gromit and Arturo hit the windmill to drop water balloons for Wallace and Lionel to wake up and remove cotton from their ears. Wallace and Lionel are ready

Wallace: I'm coming, Lads.

Lionel: I'm coming, Bud.

The oven opened up and fresh bread popped out. Gromit used a forklift to take the rows of bread and he pulled down a lever.

Wallace: Pop away, Gromit.

The bed lowered and Wallace got into his trousers, although he was in a conveyor belt that was dropping off bags of flour.

Wallace: I’ll be with you in a jiffy.

He was launched off to a slide.

Wallace: Howdy ho! Oh, no.

He noticed that he was about to enter a bowl of egg and flour mix.

Vera: We got you, bro!

Luckily, the gang moved the slide away from the bowl.

Wallace: Thanks, lads.

Wallace then landed on some dough and is pushed off. Gromit and the gang loaded the loaves of bread onto the truck.

Wallace: Fill ‘er up, lads.

Gromit pours tea into Wallace’s cup and soon, the gang went off in their truck.

Wallace: (drinks his cup) Ah, lovely cup, Gromit. But slightly dieselly after-tasted perhaps. How’s that breakfast coming on?

Gromit pushed a button and burnt toast came out of the CD slot.

Wallace: Well done, lad. Very well done. (eats his toast and pats Gromit on the head) Thanks, dog.

Lionel is drinking diet coke.

Sarah: Wallace, I think you should look at this.

Valentin: Lionel, I think you look at this news.

She hands Wallace the paper and looking at it, he was quite horrified. Valentin hands Lionel the newspaper and looking at it, he was very horrified.

Wallace: Oh. Oh, dear. Another baker. Battered by his own rolling pin.

Lionel: Oh my God... 12 Baker, cuts slits throat... not Good...

Wallace: Still, looking on the bright side, I suppose it means more business for us, eh, lads?

Lionel: Please want more bakes to deliver to the Bakery Stores, right?

Gromit and Arturo are right.

Soon, they began their delivery.

Wallace: We’re on a roll, lads!

Whether it’s dropping bread near doors and throwing them into mailboxes a la Paperboy, they delivered as many as they can.

Wallace: Good day’s work, everyone. We’re bang on….

Lionel: Got it...?

Suddenly, he heard a bell ring. It came from a woman riding on a bicycle with a poodle in a basket. Another woman rode on a bicycle with her friend on other bikes.

Wallace: ...target.

Lionel: Target...

He throws the bread aside, although it hit an old lady instead of into the mailbox. Wallace noticed something familiar about the woman on the bicycle. It was the Bake-O-Lite Girl a long time ago. Lionel noticed something familiar about the woman on the bicycle.

Past Piella: (sings) I’m light as a feather. I’m a bake-o-lite girl.

Wallace snapped out of it.

Wallace: Lads, did you see who that was?

Lionel: Guys, did you see who that was with a friend?

Vicki: A lady who hasn't checked her brakes?

Soon, the women passed them up and ride downhill while screaming.

Albert: It looks like she’s in trouble.

They followed after the lady in their truck.

Wallace: Here, Landon, take the wheel.

Lionel: Got it, Arturo, take the wheel.

He literally gave Landon the wheel as he jumps off the truck and onto the bike.

Lionel jumped off the bakery van and onto the bike.

Wallace: Don’t fret, madam. (to the gang) Tea cakes, lads. The wholemeal fruit on my knees.

Lionel: Don’t worry, Madam. (to the gang) Need to slow down, Bud, wholemeal on my knees.

Teams Mystery threw tea cakes to Wallace and Lionel and they uses them to try to slow down the bike, but it wouldn’t stop.

Wallace: I should’ve tried the granary roll.

The truck drove through the zoo and was heading for the crocodile pit.

Wallace: Oh, heck!

Bart: Look out!

The bikes hit the wall and Wallace, the lady, and the poodle flew off. Wallace’s shoe held onto a ledge, giving him time to grab the lady, Lionel grab the lady while Gromit and Arturo used a croissant to hold the crocodile’s mouth open and saved the poodle and girl while using his apron as a bungee cord. They all got out of the gator pit.

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For @laurasanchez36

Crossovers of AUs Alternate Universes belongs to me

Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs belongs to my msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs and Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs Bakers belongs to my new msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs, The Greatest Bakers Mystery

Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs belongs to her msa ocs sonas

Mystery Skulls Animated belongs to Ben and MysteryBen27

Wallace and Gromit belongs to Aardman Animations

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heythereitsgley · 7 years ago

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#you say the sweetest things #root x shaw #shoot #root #samantha groves #sameen shaw #person of interest #poiedit #3x06 #amy acker #sarah shahi #my gifs

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faithbethhyden · 8 years ago

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Shoot by @secondpark

#root x shaw #shoot #root #shaw #poi #fanart #thank you for your work and for keep this alive #poi fanart #samantha groves #sameen shaw #person of interest

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wildkaleidoscope · 8 years ago

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Of Blood and Stitches - 1/?

@ifyoubreaktheuniverse got me back into the fic writing track when they thought they saw a Doctor Sameen Shaw fic. Decided to give it a shot, and here’s Part 1 of ??.

SFF, and still quite SFW, with a little over 5k.

Enjoy!

There is something inherently peaceful about medical training. The certainty of knowledge amongst the chaos of the emergency room. The quiet, eerie, almost chill inducing, trauma unit, with white coats sitting, interns side-eyeing each other. It has a certain charm, a little je-ne-sais-quoi, which makes everything seem so still.

And then it comes.

The phone rings, once, not one more, but already, the quiet has been broken. The resident puts her finger in her ear and she listens intently. Her frown deepens her features, but the smile spreading across her cheeks is misleading. She hangs up and her smile fades to a mischevious grin.

“Alright, let’s dance! I need three of you with me to wait for the ambulances. The rest of you, get ready to intubate. And stitch.” She pauses, for effect. “Oh, also, remember the one rule, guys!”

A low murmur runs through the group of interns.

“That’s right, louder please, we only have four minutes!”

“Just don’t kill anyone..” they all say in unison, while their hearts sink to their feet.

A short haired girl raises her hand timidly.

“Dr Groves -” she’s cut off abruptly, a little coldy.

“Root. Call me Root.”

“Dr Root… can we know what’s coming?”

“Oh. Yes.” Root smiles a wicked smile “Multiple car crash and an eighteen wheeler.” She glances at the clock and claps her hand with enthusiasm. “Okay, three minutes out! You, you and you, let’s get this show started!”

There is whimpers and loud gulps, but she is unphased by their trembling hands and sweaty armpits. She pushes past the orchestra of medical corp running about, prepping everything, followed closely by her interns. Once outside, the rain is pouring, and she helps the first day interns get dressed. She looks at her watch; one minute.

“Oh, by the way? I lied.” She shrugs. “It’s not multiple cars. Just one. And a motorcycle.” She turns around as the ambulance speeds up the driveway. “Oh! but there is and eighteen wheeler, woo!”

She fist bumps the air as her three inter turn livid. The paramedics are already shouting informations, and Root disappear inside the ambulance. When she comes out, she’s sitting on a woman’s pelvis, firmly holding a piece of metal scrap in place. She rushes past the interns, who haven’t recovered yet, and they share a look; is the woman on the gurney arguing ?

“Buckle up, buttercups, we’re in for a treat!”

There’s no time to respond, and Root’s words are carried in the whirlwind of doctors. She looks over her shoulder, her gaze is met with two angry brown eyes stabbing her shoulder blades. She offers a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay, I’m going to take very good care of you.”

“I don’t need to be taken care of.” The words are said through gritted teeth, which are in turn misinterpreted as pain, or the venomous tone is simply ignored.

“Don’t worry, as soon as we get in the ER, we’ll hook you up with painkillers.”

Root’s hands haven’t moved an inch, steadily holding in place the long shard protruding from the woman’s leg. She is giving crystal clear directives as soon as the gurney stops. One of her intern reaches for the metal shard, only to be seethed at.

“Do. Not. Touch.”

He looks up at Root, who simply shakes her head and points her chin towards the woman behind her, like “that wasn’t me.” and his jaw nearly falls to the ground.

“Okay, Bobby, here’s what you’re gonna do for me, okay?” Root calls out. “I can’t move, because the shard has probably perforated the femoral artery and if it slips even an eighth of an inch, this lovely lady here -”

“If you’d just get off me, I can do this myself.” Root rolls her eyes and ignores her comment.

“She’ll bleed to death. So, very, very carefully, you’re going to wrap a lot of gauze around to secure it in place, okay? Can you do that?”

Bobby looks at the gushing wound, and at the glaring victim, who mouths a terrifying “do not touch me” behind Root. The brunette lifts an eyebrow, and lets her chin fall to her chest.

“Ugh. Okay, honey, I’m gonna have to put you under if you keep terrorizing my intern. He needs to do his job. Bobby? Now, please.” Root shoots a warning glance toward the stranger, who begrudgingly falls back on the bed.

The intern starts wrapping, and as soon as she feels the shard stand by itself, Root takes away her hands.

“Now, we see if you did a good job!” she exclaims.

Bobby looks even more livid, but the victim simply scoffs and rolls her eyes. Root carefully lifts herself off from the woman, and as soon as she’s on her feet, she sighs. She barely has time to approach that the woman is sitting up, examining her leg.

“Oh, sweetie, no!” exclaims Root, and she firmly pushes the woman back down.

“I’m fine, just let me stitch it up and I can be on my way.”

“I don’t think so.”

The tone is firm, and to get her point across, Root puts her hand on the woman’s thigh and gently presses down. A grimace of pain deforms her serious traits, and she grunts. Root smiles, pats her shoulder as to say “good girl”.

“Now, will I have to restrain you or can you stay still while we get the x ray machine?”

The woman rolls her eyes but keeps quiet. Root nods, and she disappears back into the capharnaüm of the emergency block, followed closely by her intern.

“Oh, no. You have to stay with her. Gather her personal info to admit her.”

Booby wants to argue, but Root has disappeared before he can say anything. He gulps down his terror, and walks back in the trauma room. A pair of dark eyes follows his every move, and he cowards in the corner, chart in hand. Avoiding all eye contact, he glues his to the form before asking his first question. The woman takes advantage of his panic to quietly reach for her leg. She grimaces in pain, but pushes through and starts unwrapping the metal shard.

“Uh.. name?”

“Diane Keaton.”

She’s almost done unwrapping with one hand, holding it in place with the other. He doesn’t notice, writes down the actress name.

“Age?”

She scoffs at the evident hesitation in his voice.

“32.”

“Any medical conditions we should be aware of?”

“I had my appendix removed.”

She is pushing through immense pain, and she is nearly there, a firm grip on the shard, her other hand slowly palpating the wound. Just as she is reaching sideways for the stitching tray, Root comes back inside. She sighs, as if she was expecting something like that. Swiftly, she saunters to her side and pushes the tray just inches away from her grasping fingers.

“Now. I thought we agreed you’d stay quiet.” She tuts, shaking her head. “You leave me no choice Ms…” she looks towards her intern, who’s about ready to cry.

“Keaton. Diane Keaton.”

Root snorts, and gives the woman an amused look.

“Please don’t make my interns cry on their first day.”

She then starts looking for something, and when does, the woman gives her a warning look.

“This does not come near me.”

“Well sweetie, if you’d listen, we wouldn’t be here.” The tone is scolding, but in a gentle way.

“I gave you a warning.”

Root sighs, and approaches anyway, holding carefully the sedative. She stays out of reach, but the woman is still quick, and she makes her move the moment she comes in. Before she can react, Root is in a choke hold, her arm held in a painful hyper extension, and the woman is seething in her ear to drop the needle. She smiles, using her free hand to slide it in her white coat, and she firmly stabs the stranger in the neck with a second needle.

“It didn’t have to be this way, I’m very gentle when administering sedatives.”

Root says, as she feel the woman release her tight grip, her whole body loosening up. She can still see the daggers in her eyes as they close. With very careful moves, Root lays her back down on the bed, she even caresses her long dark hair softly.

When she wakes up, Root is already in the room, with an amused smirk on her pink lips. She approaches the bed and puts a warm hand on her forearm. The woman tries to jerk her hand away, but metal clinks and she hits back on the bed rail.

“Sorry about that, it’s just that given recent events, hospital policies are to restrict any violent patients for staff safety.” She almost sounds sorry.

“So, Miss Shaw…” Root waits for a reaction, but there is only a jaw clenching a little tighter. “I have good news; the metal shard hadn’t pierced the femoral artery, and it could be removed easily. There was a lot of trauma to the surrounding muscle tissue, but nothing a bit of time won’t fix.”

Root eyes her a little carefully before she flips over the sheet covering her wrapped up leg, checking the incision.

“I want to leave. Now.” The woman says, to which Root only tuts.

“I’m sorry Miss Shaw, I’m afraid you’re on bed rest for at least a week until the incision has healed.” She pauses for effect, but only gets a scoff, and continues with a small smirk. “We will be seeing each other a lot! Would you like me to call anyone for you? Spouse, family? Pizza?”

There’s a hint of eagerness in her tone, which Shaw picks up on. She gives her a puzzled look, and when the doctor looks away, clearing her throat, Shaw’s eyes go wide.

“I swear this is the most inappropriate time to flirt.” She scoffs, but for the first time, her tone isn’t as venomous.

“Gotta seize the moment.” She winks back. “The incision is clean, and we intend to keep it that way by not trying to get up, yes, Miss Shaw?”

“Untie me and we’ll see.” She says, a sultry look on her face.

“Very nice. But ineffective.” Root chuckles as her expression going back to closed, serious. “Keep the frown, it suits you.”

She waltz out, leaving Shaw with both hands tied to the bed railing, and a frustrating feeling building in her gut. She tries to get to the restraints with her mouth, and she can barely reach the buckle. With a strenuous effort, she manages to pull the strap and free one of her hands. It doesn’t take long for her second hand to be freed as well.

Immediately, she starts examining herself. She clenches her jaw; she can’t even be mad because she did a really good job with her stitches. The incision is a nice straight line, and there is minimal inflammation of the surrounding area, meaning she has very quick and efficient hands. Shaw slams her back on the pillow, and she hears someone closing in. She slips her hands back in the restraints and closes her eyes softly.

“I’m just coming in to give you your antibiotics. “ she hates that she already recognizes Roots voice.

“I have antibiotics at home.” Shaw counters, not looking at the tall brunette.

“Yes, I’m sure you do. I would believe the intent behind the sentence if I thought you would actually go home. But I am fairly certain you won’t. So, antibiotics. Here.”

She forgets she’s supposed to be restrained and just extends her hand to take the pills. Root stops, an impressed look on her face.

“Oops?” Shaw offers with a proud smirk.

“I guess there’s no restraining you. Against your will.” Shaw rolls her eyes and just takes the pills.

“Can I have my wallet and phone back?”

She knows they have her personal belongings, she also knows that’s how they got her name. Root motions with a hand to the brown paper bag just sitting on the bedside table. Shaw makes a move to stretch, and Root just sighs, because of course she will not stay still.

“Allow me.” Root hands her the light weight bag.

“Where are my clothes?” Shaw asks, rummaging a little frantically through her items.

“I don’t know if you remember, but you crashed into an 18 wheeler? So, your clothes have all been cut or torn during the accident or the procedures. They’re all in there, though.” Root offers a soft smile, to which Shaw does not respond.

“What about my vest? I remember taking it off and making a tourniquet before the ambulance got there?”

Again, Root offers an impressed look, but shrugs. Shaw sighs, and throws her bag on the floor beside her.

“I’m guessing my phone didn’t survive either? But my wallet did?” She’s not sure she believes it, but Root scratches her eyebrow, a little embarrassed.

“Well, your wallet didn’t actually survive. Not all of it. We just had a piece of your driver’s license to salvage, we actually peeled it off your butt cheek!” she adds with a small giggle. “But I was able to extrapolate the last few digits, and took a chance on the age you gave my intern. Plus, your appendix scar is neatly faded, so it’s been at least ten years. I also took a wild guess and with a little digging, found an old juvenile record for a certain Sameen Shaw; reckless driving at seventeen. On a bike. Mugshot does not do your frown justice. But it was a close enough match, so I just… well, found? Found your social security number and voila! Your 32 year old self appeared on your driver’s license!”

Shaw is the one who’s trying to act not so impressed. Root is smiling big and wide, and she’s trying really hard to stay mad at her.

“And you did all that… legally?”

“Oh, honey, no, of course not. But it was either that, thank God you have insurance, or pile up the bills to Jane Doe.”

“So, you also filed an insurance claim?” Shaw asks, dumbfounded but also amused.

“Figured I’d save you the trouble.”

Root’s pager acts up before there’s time for more conversation. Right as she’s exiting, she leans on the door frame and grins at her.

“I’ll be back in an hour. Be there or I will find you.”

Shaw is oddly okay with the thought of Root barging in her house, but she isn’t about to tell her that. So, she rolls her eyes and watches her power walk down the hall from the corner of her eyes.

It takes a week before Shaw gets the green light from Root. She has barely signed the discharge papers before Sameen is out the door. Root follows her around the corner and calls to her;

“Remember to come back in a month for a check up, Dr Shaw!”

Shaw stops dead in her tracks and turns around. She gives Root a mismatched look of impressed, confused, amused and slightly annoyed. She opens her mouth to say something but decides against it and simply flips again round. She's engulfed in the elevator while Root watches, biting her bottom lip.

The tall brunette is proud of her effect, since she has kept from her fellow practitioner her knowledge of her profession. There was simply something about that woman that gave her butterflies even when she threatened to choke her whenever she tried to sedate her.

At the end of the week, her life endangering promises had lost their insidious tone, and it felt more like a casual threat than a real one.

Root had to see her again.

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A month has passed, and Shaw is lying in the on call room bed, awake even after twelve hours of surgery behind her. It's well.into the thirty-second day since her accident, but she just can't sleep. Whenever she closes her eyes, she dreams of those pink lips grinning every time she had said she was going to murder her. She can smell the sweat and honeydew shampoo from her hair, like she did when she was there and she'd bend over to examine her wound.

Shaw is frustrated, to say the least, because this damn annoying doctor, who, to top it all off, is nosey and a professional privacy invader, would simply not stop laughing in.her head, giving her a look that turns her insides upside down.

She is determined to not go for her checkup, if only to prove to herself she absolutely does not think of her like that. Sameen forcefully closes her eyes, and she slowly drifts into a very focused Root-less dreams. It's very unsuccessful, but she does need the sleep, even if she thinks it's a waste of time. Her interns have been informed to guard the emergency room and to wake her up if anything came in.

It's a Tuesday night, and the weather is clement, so the ER is quieter than usual. It gives Shaw a few hours before a tentative knock jolts her awake.

“What?” Sharp.

“There's a two story fall and a drug trip gone wrong two minutes out.” Panicked.

“Good.” Satisfied.

Shaw is at the ER entrance exactly thirty seven seconds before the ambulances rush in. She barks out orders at the three mortified interns, and grunts in frustration when none of them show any sort of initiative. The paramedics almost hesitate before proclaiming what they're bringing in; everyone is terrified of Dr Sameen Shaw.

She's pulled her long black hair back into a tight pony tail, and it gives her serious figure an even gloomier look.

The man on the gurney is unconscious, but his vitals are good.

She shoves a hospital chart in one of her interns arms and grabs her by the sleeve of her coat.

“Stay with him. Do not leave his side. Tell Dr Reese I sent him with multiple impact fractures. He'll tell you what to do. Go.”

The young woman scampers with the victim, and Shaw awaits for the overdose. She is not expecting what comes in, though.

As soon as the ambulances door open, she hears panicked shrieks. Clenching her jaw - she hates it when they're conscious - Shaw listens carefully.

“25 year old, male, with stab wound to the hand, hallucinating.” The paramedics are pushing the man, who keeps yelling about his mother trying to kill him.

Shaw is almost manhandling him when they transfer him to a bed, but he's too far in his head to care. She calls for a sedative, and sighs heavily when the man is finally reduced to quiet mumbling. She sits beside him, restraining his hand since he won't stop moving. There is, indeed, a stab wound to the hand. It has a clean slice, deep enough to be painful and a good bleed, but as she washes it, something odd comes up. The wound has not perforated any ligaments, barely scraped the bones, and there is no apparent nerve damage.

She pauses, impressed by the work of whoever stabbed this guy; they knew how to make it hurt, without over killing it. She starts stitching him up, knowing the rest of the ER staff will take care of the drug part of his admission. She is putting in the last stitch when her name is called to the general entrance of the emergency room, with an urgent code. She grunts, frustrated, and lets her instruments down roughly. Shoving aside her stool, she walks away from her drowsy patient.

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Root is not in the best mood today. Her day was going alright, with a patient crashing twice on her way to the hospital. Now she's awake and talking, only took eight hours in the ER with five surgeons working simultaneously. It just all went downhill after that, as the sun set.

The brunette went for a walk, since it was technically her day off –what was left of it, only to end up on the bridge crossing the other side of town. There, she saw a young man, looking distressed and trying to climb over the safety rail. She called for him, but he got startled and ran. Normally, she would just let it slide, but - no, no she wouldn't. This man was clearly unwell since he was trying to jump off a bridge.

So, Root, with a deep sigh, went after him. They kept running; off the bridge, to the left on the main avenue, up a short street, down an alley, and, finally, they met a dead end.

“Don't move!” the man shrieked

“My name is Root, I'm a doctor. I just want to help you.” She slowed down, hands in the air, but he looked twitchy.

“No! I know who you are!” his voice was high pitched, his eyes bloodshot. “You're trying to kill me! Get away, mother!”

Root stopped dead in her tracks, and started laughing, she just couldn't help it. As if she would ever try to kill someone.

“Sir that is the opposite of what I'd like to do. I am not your mother. My name is Root. I am professional doctor an-”

Before she gets a chance to finish, he darts right past her. The moment she tries to go after him, she hears a loud clink! and a sharp pain in her side knocks the wind out of her. There, almost mocking her in the sun, is a bloodied kitchen knife. Root grunts in pain, and now she's also annoyed, before running after him. He doesn't go far, and she avoids by an inch a second stab from a pocket knife, instead twisting his arm and holding it firmly.

“How many knives do you have?” she exclaims as she plucks the blade out of his fingers. “You need to see a doctor.”

She swiftly runs the knife in his hand, and then puts it in her back pocket. The wound is small, maybe one and a half inch long, but it bleeds and the man starts crying in pain. She tries to help him back into the busy streets, but he just wails and shrieks.

“You killed me! Mom why did you kill me!”

She fears the repercussion of her act, even though she knows the man will be alright. Her vision is becoming sporadic, and she knows she’s loosing blood. She needs medical attention, but if she is found with this guy, she will be charged with assault. Although it was technically self defense. She starts walking towards the streets, picturing her route mentally. Just a left in two blocks, then straight down for two miles. She can do it.

Root stifles herself, and covers her blood stained shirt with her vest, clutching it. She stops the first adult she sees, and tells them a man is bleeding in the alley and they have to call an ambulance. Just as she thought, they run to the alley to check. She manages to pick up her pace enough that she gets to her left turn as she hears the sirens.

Her breath is ragged, and she is livid, but she keeps walking as straight as possible. She makes it through the emergency waiting room with minimal notice, and up to the admission desk. She smiles her best smile, flutters her eyelids a little at the nurse.

“Hi, I need to see Dr. Sameen Shaw? Please?”

The nurse hands her an admission form, barely looking at her. She keeps typing even when Root chuckles to herself.

“I'm sorry, could you get Dr Shaw? Just tell her Root is here to check her up.” She grins, because that got her attention. “She missed our appointment yesterday. “

The nurse inspects her face, opens her mouth before she has finished looking down at this strange, out of breath, brunette.

“I'm sorry, Dr. Shaw is unavai-” her eyes fall to her dark red side, her slouched shoulder, tense elbow. “- oh my god! You're bleeding!”

She immediately calls for Dr Shaw on the intercom, adding the stabbed-and-bleeding-out code to her call.

The nurse comes out from behind her desk and she has just enough time to slip an arm under her when Shaw appears, walking fast.

“What's the emergency?” She asks coldly.

“Hi.”

Sameen only realizes then who the nurse is holding up. She freezes, but can barely keep her lips from flickering in a smile.

“You again.” Shaw takes the nurse's place, holding Root tightly.

“You missed you appointment. “ is all the tall woman can say before her world fades to black.

She wakes up with what feels like a wicked hangover, and she smacks her lips a couple of times to wet her tongue again. Her head feels heavy as a hammer, and her vision is still a little blurry. She recognizes the slim silhouette pretending to be busy in her room, and her lips crack when she smiles.

“Morning sunshine.” She creaks.

She swears she hears a smile when Sameen speaks.

“How'd you know it's morning?”

The black haired woman is casually checking her vitals, putting a sharp light right in front of her eyes. Root grimaces and slaps the hand away, letting her fingers linger just a second too long. Shaw frowns and goes back to the end of the bed to look at her chart, listening to this walking woman-brain talk about passing time, body condition and surgical procedures.

“So...stabbed?” Shaw asks after, and Root thinks she can pick up an impressed undertone. Or she’d like to.

“Well, it’s a long story, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of patients to scold.” Root looks at her from under her eyelids, and Shaw clenches her jaw, rolling her eyes.

“Fine.” She drags the chair near the bed and plops down, folding her arms to make a point. “Go.”

“I wanted to check up on you, since you didn’t come to your appointment.” Root’s visage soften into an amused look at Sameen’s conflicted features.

“By getting stabbed and bleeding all over my ER floor?” She gives a pointed look to her bandaged left side.

“It had to be convincing.”

Shaw’s trying really hard not to smirk, but she does anyways, and it makes Root smile even wider. Suddenly, she gets serious again.

“Pull your pants down, let me see that thigh.” She calls out as Sameen is about to get up.

“Excuse you?”

Root laughs, and the pain electrifies her spine and it feels like her insides are ripping open. She stops in a ragged breath.

“I’d advise to not do that again.” The serious woman frowns, and her features are almost soft for a split second. “You got hurt pretty bad.”

“Please. Says the woman who thought it was a good idea to race in the middle of rush hour. On a bike.” Root scoffs, and it hurts even more.

“I was late for a meeting. At least I stayed conscious.” There’s a grin, and Root rolls her eyes.

Shaw doesn’t want to leave, but she fears staying in as well. Root gives her the reason she needs.

“I’m serious, you know? I need to check that your incision has really healed, and that the stitches have fallen properly.” She carefully lifts her left hand and motions for her to come closer.

Shaw is getting a little flustered, although her features only switch from a frown to a raised eyebrow. She lets her head fall back, exposing a tall and slender neck, and drags her feet to Root. The woman immediately tries to unbutton Shaw’s pants.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Shaw exclaims, slapping her hand away.

She mumbles some nonsense while she quickly closes all the blinds and the door. She pulls the separation curtain and, with a grumpy sigh, pulls down her pants. Trousers at her ankles, she stands very still in nothing but her black boyshorts. Root tries, and fails, to hide the smirk from her lips. She licks them, just a little peek of her pink tongue, and extends her right hand. She runs her cold fingers over the warmth of Sameen’s skin, a shiver running down her left thigh and raising all the short hairs. Root is grinning without shame now, and she brings Shaw closer by lacing her hand behind her other leg and pulling her in. The black haired woman stumbles a little, and she holds herself by the bed railing, coming inches from Root’s face.

“You didn’t stay conscious either.” She whispers, biting down her bottom lip.

“Only because you stabbed me in the neck with a tranquilizer.” Replies Shaw, tracking every movement of Root’s mouth, her lips slightly parted.

“You were getting... rowdy.”

There is a sudden freezing cold hand on the inside of her leg, dangerously close to the hem of her underwear. Root has this stupid smirk on her face when she hears Sameen gasp. The woman then continues examining her wound as if everything’s normal. Shaw’s heart is slowly coming down from its roller coaster. She focuses on the medical words coming out of Root’s mouth to distract from the soft fingers dancing around her upper thigh.

The cold trail is brushed off by Root’s warm breath, and Shaw is feeling more and more uneasy. Not only is this highly inappropriate, what’s even more unspeakable is how she doesn’t want it to stop. Eventually, Root takes away her hand with a satisfied smile.

“I am glad to see that your medical training is being used with better judgment now than when we first met.”

Shaw pulls up her pants with a scoff, and she pulls back the curtain, breaking the intimate atmosphere of the filtered sunlight throught the thick blue sheet. She stands there, just looking at Root, with dirty hair and pale, sickly, skin tone in a very unflattering hospital robe.

“You wouldn’t have anything to do with this guy who came in about ten minutes before you yesterday? Stab wound to the hand.” She wants to add that it’s a very clean stab, but she doesn’t want Root to think – to know- she’s impressed.

“I don’t know, does he think his mother tried to kill him?” The tone is so casual, it makes Shaw snort.

“Of course.”

And just like that, Shaw walks out of the door, and Root is left smiling like an idiot, ignoring the pain pulsating in her ribs.

#shoot #shootweek #root x shaw #shoot fic #sameen shaw #Root my baby my love my child #samantha groves #shoot fanfic #poi fic #person of interest #my writing #pls do tell me if you liked it!!

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daisyxbuckley · 5 years ago

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Five Years PT 2

Pairings: Jason Scott x Reader Words: 2k+ Warnings: Language Description: It’s been Five years since you gave up the Green Ranger coin to the new generation. Now you’re back having to face a new evil

@cxddlyash

It had been about a week since Jason had dropped by. A week since Caleb had come home to see you down in the basement, music blasting while hitting the punching bag. He had kept his mouth shut though, knowing that you would talk to him when you were ready.

The night started out normally. You both had ordered take out due to getting home late and you were looking forward to just sitting down with a glass of wine in the living room and watching tv. It was like nothing had ever happened and your life was getting back to normal.

Almost.

You still thought about what Jason had said. Billy called more than usual but instead of picking them up you had ignored them knowing what they would be about. Trini and Kim called as well but they also only got your voicemail.

You were cleaning up from dinner when you realized that the trash needed to be taken out. Putting your phone on the counter, you ventured out into the dark.Throwing the trash in you quickly closed the bin and ran back inside. Grabbing your phone, your hand knocked something to the ground. As you picked it up, your mind processed and recognized the striking green color of the coin in your hand.

“Shit.” You hissed as your hurried and sat up. Hearing something move in the other part of the house, your head whipped around as your body tensed.

“Uh..honey. Can you come here for a second?” Caleb said hesitantly. You ran into the living room and stopped short as you noticed your fiance wasn't alone. Two men were standing in the corner wielding swords and machetes. They looked almost human except for where their noses should be there were four slits.Tattoos covered their heads and necks as they stood a good two feet taller than you.

“Give us the coin Ranger.” One of them spoke. You had managed to grab Caleb and bring him closer to you.

“Oh you mean this?” You asked holding the coin up as you fiddled with it in your hand. Caleb's eyes went wide as he saw it and you tried to ignore the look. “Nah, I think I want to hang on to this”

“Then you will die too.” The other man snarled.

Turning around to Caleb, you took the keys out of your pocket and shoved them into his hands. “Go and grab my go bag in the closet. Get the car and meet me outside.” You saw him shake his head as one of them men came up behind you. Spinning around, you dodged a swing and grabbed his arm throwing him to the ground. “Caleb GO!” You yelled as he finally listened.

Both men were now standing again and all three of you were breathing hard. “Give it up girl. You’re at a disadvantage.” The taller man growled at you. Shaking your head you chuckled pulling the coin out.

“See that’s where you’re wrong. This nifty coin means that I AM the Green Ranger again, meaning I have this.” You said smirking. As you spoke the armor started coming over your body. The familiar suit formed to you like it had never left. As soon as your helmet formed over your eyes, the men snapped out of their shock.

It was like you had never left this world as you lunged forward. The moves coming back to you like they were muscle memory. Your body took over as you dodge punches and hits with their swords. Knocking one out of the man’s hands, you grabbed it and quickly shoved it into his chest, using him as leverage to knock the other man down. Getting down and going over him, you pressed the tip of the sword into his throat. “I’m leaving you alive to send a message. We WILL get whoever you work for. Make no mistake, no one threatens us and lives.” You said as you knocked him out.

Standing up the suit started to vanish as you looked around your destroyed living room. Shaking your head, you pulled your phone out and booked two tickets to Angel Grove. Taking one last look around, you ran to the car where you found Caleb waiting.

“Drive to the airport.” You said as you slammed the car door shut.

“Y/N what the fuck was that?” He said looking at you. Glaring you pointed towards the road.

“Just fucking drive Caleb. I’ll explain it to you later.”

Taking your phone out, you dialed the contact you knew so well. “Jason, i’m coming back.” You notice Caleb looking at you while he drove.

“Y/N, what happened?” Jason’s voice was worried even though she had woken him up.

“They found me. I just got attacked in my own home. I’ll be landing in-” You checked the time and put the phone back to your ear. “In about 7 hours. Be there.” Was all you said before hanging up.

The drive to the airport was filled with yelling, mostly on Caleb’s side. You had told Caleb everything. Who you were, what you did...everything. After getting through security you two made it to your gate and boarded the plane. Leaning against the back of the seat, you close your eyes and sighed. For the first time in five years you were going home.

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Jason was waiting for you when you landed. His familiar red jacket stood out from the crowd. Getting off the escalator, he ran towards you and check you over. Caleb was behind you keeping his distance.

“You okay” Jason asked as he grabbed your chin in his hand looking a bruise that was forming around your eye. You nodded as he let go and gave him a small smile.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle” You said glancing at Caleb. “We need to go and get everyone together.”

The blonde nodded as you walked towards the exit. “Already done. Trini and Kim rounded up the kids as well as Billy and Zach. They are waiting at the ship.”

You had noticed that Caleb had stopped walking and stared at you two. “You go. I’m going to go find a hotel and try to figure shit out.” He said. You nodded as you walked over to him.

“Please be safe.” You said as you placed a kiss on his lips. “Always.” He replied

“I’ll call you when I'm done. Stay out of sight.” You said as you watched him walk away. Facing Jason you nodded.

“Let’s go.”

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It seemed like Jason broke every speed law as you both headed towards the rock quarry. Leaving your phones in the car, you both started climbing up the hill to the cliff that overlooked the rover. Looking over the edge you realized how much you hated having to jump.

“Just like old times huh?” Jason asked shooting you a smile and holding his hand out. Taking it, you shook his head and took a breath.

“Let's do this.” You said as you both ran towards the edge and jumped. Ten minutes later you were entering the ship and walking into the control room.

“Y/N, Jason!” Alpha 5 yelled causing everyone to look at you. Kim and Trini both ran over and hugged you. Tears coming out of your eyes, you realized how much you missed your friends.

“Y/N.” Zordon said. “It’s good to see you’re safe. I assume you have something for us.”

You pulled out the coin and realized that you were a member short for the kids. “Adam is dead isn’t he?” You whispered. The looks you got from both Alpha and Zordon confirmed it.

“When a Ranger dies, and there is no new Ranger able to take their place the coin automatically goes to the previous owner.” He said sadly. “Because we don’t have a new generation, you’re officially the Green Ranger again.”

You looked at the new group and sighed. “What exactly are we dealing with?” You asked as the grid in the middle lit up with a masked figure.

“This is the Dark Ranger. He was a Power Ranger many years ago, a good one. Just like Rita though he was consumed by power. Stripping him of his coin, his team was able to make it so he would never be a Ranger nor have the power again.” Alpha 5 explained.

You walked over and looked as the scene changed. “So now he wants revenge?” You asked looking up.

“He wants power. He wants all the coins.” Zordon said “If he kills all of you he will have a change to take the coins and harness their power. Then he will be unstoppable.”

“So basically we have to find him and stop him.” Trini said standing next to the new Yellow Ranger, Samantha. “Seems easy enough.”

“It would be if we knew who he was.” Jason said. You shot him a grin that he had come to know so well.

“Well then I think it’s time to meet this Dark Ranger.”

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After coming up with a plan, Alpha and Zordon explained that in situations like this, the old Rangers would also morph along with the new.

Your heart hurt when everyone paired up and Adam wasn’t there standing next to you. He was a good kid and didn’t deserve what happened to him.

“Okay, everyone has their missions. Brandon you go with Zach and Cassie. I’ll go with Y/N.” Jason said. Everyone nodded and started heading out before he stopped them again.

“Remember, stick to the shadows. No morphing unless needed. As far as this guy knows only the kids have that ability right now.”

You and Jason headed out to the part of town that had been zoned to you. The idea was to try and get any intel on where this guy was hiding.

“I’m sorry for what I said.” Jason said quietly. “You hadn’t changed. You just wanted a normal life.”

You laughed a bit as he helped you up some rocks. “Yeah and look how that ended up. Adam is dead and I might lose my fiance.”

“Hey, Adam wasn’t your fault so knock that shit off.” Jason said stopping and making you face him. “As for Caleb if he can’t love you for you, all of you, then he doesn’t deserve you.”

All you could do was stare at Jason. The feelings that you had locked deep down inside were trying to come back.

“Jason.” You whispered realizing how close both of you were. The flecks of jade in his blue eyes stood out in the setting sun. You missed him. You missed waking up to him every morning, missed cuddling up with him as you watched stupid horror movies trying to unwind from the day.

“I never stopped loving you Y/N.” He said quietly. “I searched for you when you left. Even begged your parents to tell me where you were but they wouldn’t.” His face had pain written all over it and it broke your heart.

“Jason, I left because I had too..I still love you but being apart of this life was not something I wanted for myself.” You said quietly looking down.

“You don’t really want to marry him, do you?” You were taken aback at Jason’s question.

“Jay, I love him.”

“But not how you want to love him.”

You knew he was right. And Jason knew you knew as well. Before you could reply, his lips were crashing on to yours. Grabbing your waist he pulled you closer to him, digging his fingers into your hips knowing there would be bruises in the morning. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you tugged at the hair at the nape. The tugging of his curls made him moan lightly into your mouth.

Your body hit the tree behind you as his lips moved from your mouth to your neck. Sucking on the spot that he knew drove you crazy, he tangled his hand in your hair and lightly pulled eliciting a gasp from you that turned into a moan. Your mind was screaming at you that you needed to stop but neither of you wanted to. As his hands moved from your waist to roam your torso, you both heard a twig snap.

Breaking apart, Jason instinctively put you behind him as you both looked around.

“Bravo. Now I really see how you feel about Mr. Scott.” Caleb said walking through the trees. Your eyes went wide when you noticed he looked different. Older.

“Caleb..I can explain.”

“Don’t. I’m not offended. I’m just mad it took me this long to realize that all I needed to do was get you two together to get my plans in motion.”

You and Jason came to the realization at the same time. “You’re the Dark Ranger.” Jason said lowly.

“Smart and good looks. Gold start there golden boy.” Caleb said mockingly. “Staying with you the past few years, I figured it would just be easier to seal your coin, all I had to do was get you to come back here. But you’re such a self righteous bitch that I had to enact my own plan.”

You glared at Caleb as he circled you and Jason. Both of you were in fight mode as Caleb kept the smirk on his face. “I wanted to wait till you were all in one place but you wouldn’t budge.” He said shrugging. “Killing Adam was the best choice that I made and now I just have to kill the rest of you and the coins will be mine.”

“You bastard. He was a child.” You yelled. Jason had his arms around you making it so you wouldn’t do something stupid.

Caleb's eyes flicked to the side as some of his henchmen came out. Grabbing you both, you both realized that you couldn’t break free.

“Kill him. Take her.” Caleb said as he started walking away. The brute that held Jason started moving over to the edge.

“Jason! No!” You yelled as he made eye contact with you. Mouthing “I love you” he found himself being thrown off the cliff.

“JASON!” You screamed as you struggled. One of the guards hit you in the side of the head blurring your vision. One more hit and you were out.

#jason scott imagine #jason scott x reader #jason scott #power rangers #power rangers imagines #power rangers x reader #dacre montgomery

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thegremlinofransei · 5 years ago

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Let's try this again since I uploaded prematurely!

I was tagged by the lovely @itsmemartinaleanza (Thank you!!!)

Top 3 Ships

Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak)

Shoot (Sameen Shaw x Samantha Groves AKA Root)

Crooke (Casey Cooke x Kevin Wendell Crumb)

Last Song I Listened To

"Blessed Are Those" - SayWeCanFly

Last Movie I Watched

Glass, I think? Either Glass or Emma, I have zero sense of time anymore.

Currently Reading

Not reading anything right now. I just finished reading Atonement a few days ago.

Current Food Craving

Um...uncooked spaghetti noodles. Why yes, I am feral, thanks for asking.

9 People I'm Tagging

@minideyy, @kaspbrak-tozier-reddie, @you-are-my-destiny-reylo, @dumbassrobin, @prussia-strange-saffron, @marsenatsu, @deityofdeception, @stringjeans, @wholegrainday

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thedoctorbutginger · 5 years ago

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Name ten favourite characters from ten different things (books, tv, film, etc.) then tag ten people

Thank you for tagging me @panto-x ♡

1. Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

2. Ianto Jones (Torchwood)

3. Ten (Doctor Who)

4. Kurt Hummel (Glee)

5. Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

6. Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

7. Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones)

8. Cosima Niehaus (Orphan Black)

9. Jane Rizzoli (Rizzoli & Isles)

10. Root aka Samantha Groves (Person of Interest) Honorable mentiones to the runner-ups: Isaac Lahey and Derek Hale (Teen Wolf), Caroline Forbes and Klaus Mikaelson (Vampire Diaries), Abby Sciuto (NCIS), Jessica Hamby (True Blood), Glenn Rhee and Maggie Rhee (The Walking Dead), Jack Harkness (Torchwood), Angela Montenegro (Bones), Justin Taylor (Queer as Folk), Ezra Fitz (Pretty Little Liars), Alex Vause (Orange is the New Black), Ian Gallagher (Shameless), Felicity Smoak (Arrow), Rikki Chadwick (H2O Just Add Water), Eleven (Stranger Things), Patrick Jane (The Mentalist) I know I have a problem *hides*

I’m going to tag: @javic-piotr-thane @tallskinnyvanillalatte @teaboyofficeboy @ushidoshi and anyone who would like to participate! If I have tagged someone who already did this: sorry! ^-^

#teen wolf #doctor who #glee #supernatural #Criminal Minds #game of thrones #orphan black #rizzoli and isles #person of interest #me

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Person of Interest (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Root | Samantha Groves/Sameen Shaw Characters: Root | Samantha Groves, Sameen Shaw, Bear (Person of Interest), Genrika Zhirova Additional Tags: Romance, Awkward Romance, Declarations Of Love, Idiots in Love, shaw tries to comunicate, root is there to hear, shaw grow some balls, we should all thank gen Summary:

Tumblr Prompt: Hey if you’re taking Root x Shaw prompts, could you write Shaw telling Root about Gen’s analogy (her feelings are there, just low like a tape, that she just needs to pay attention to them) and trying to explain that she does have feelings for Root, and getting all spluttered, but root knows how Shaw feels anyway and knows how difficult her opening up is. Loving your writing!

#poi #person of interest #shoot #root #shaw #root x shaw #shaw x root #sameen shaw #sameen shaw x root #root x sameen shaw #fanfic #one shot #prompt #p #PP

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ao3feed-shoot-poi · 5 years ago

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Protective Root is Protective

Read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2rnk6Md

by queercapwriting (queergirlwriting)

Anonymous asked:

Root x Shaw fic maybe? Featuring Shaw being her natural not caring for her own safety self and somehow getting seriously injured and Root being protective af?

Words: 613, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Hey Sweetie

Fandoms: Person of Interest (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Root | Samantha Groves, Sameen Shaw

Relationships: Root | Samantha Groves/Sameen Shaw

Additional Tags: root x shaw - Freeform, my children, poi is about found family and you can pry that knowledge out of my cold fan-enby-ing hands, protective!root, The Machine Ships It (Person of Interest)

Read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2rnk6Md

#ao3feed #fanfic #shoot #poi #root x shaw

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ao3feed-shoot · 5 years ago

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Protective Root is Protective

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2rnk6Md

by queercapwriting (queergirlwriting)

Anonymous asked:

Root x Shaw fic maybe? Featuring Shaw being her natural not caring for her own safety self and somehow getting seriously injured and Root being protective af?

Words: 613, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Hey Sweetie

Fandoms: Person of Interest (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Root | Samantha Groves, Sameen Shaw

Relationships: Root | Samantha Groves/Sameen Shaw

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2rnk6Md

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #root x shaw

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cyked-up · 8 years ago

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Tagged by: @sea-birdie (thanks for the tag!)

Rules: list 5 otps from different fandoms and tag 10 people (In no particular order)

1. Minami Kotori x Sonoda Umi (Love Live!) 2. Watanabe You x Sakurauchi Riko (Love Live! Sunshine!!) 3. Takamachi Nanoha x Fate Testarossa (Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Nanoha) 4. Akiyama Mio x Tainaka Ritsu (K-On!) 5. Sameen Shaw x Root/Samantha Groves (Person of Interest)

Not tagging anyone

#tagged things

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navaan · 6 years ago

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2018 Spicy Advent Happy Holidays!! – Masterlist

Advent Calendar 2018 Masterlist of Works | Spicy Advent Calendar 2018 AO3 Collection.

I hope to see all of you around again in case run a little challenge this spring or summer!

Full Masterlist under the Read More

DEADPOOL (Movieverse) - Wedding Night by look_turtles (Nathan Summers/Wade Wilson, 399 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: Wedding Rings)

It’s Wade and Nate’s wedding night

DUE SOUTH - Awakened by the Snow by Ride_Forever (Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, 98 words, Explicit)

Fraser isn't the only one with less-common licking behaviors.

PERSON OF INTEREST (TV) - Hardware by st_aurafina (Root | Samantha Groves/Sameen Shaw, 1303 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: Date Night)

Shaw thinks Date Night is stupid but Root is going to change her mind.

MERLIN - Darning Evidence by SylvanWitch (Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, 2611 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: Drawing it out)

Arthur banishes Merlin from Camelot when he discovers Merlin's most dangerous secret. Arthur is bad at banishment.

DUE SOUTH - Bending the Rules by SassyInkPen (Ray Kowalski/Ray Vecchio, 1204 words, Mature, written for the prompt: bending the rules)

Ray/Ray and a station Christmas party

TORCHWOOD - Paperwork by look_turtles (Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, 399 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: Frustration)

Jack hates paperwork

MARVEL COMICS (616) - In Love and Lust Find Thee Anew by navaan (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, 868 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: First Time)

They've not been together long, they've kissed and touched – but this is the first time they go all the way

SHERLOCK (BBC) - People Will Talk by Carenejeans (Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, 2851 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: Whatever will they say?)

John: People might talk. Sherlock: People do little else.

GOTHAM (TV) - The Artist by look_turtles (Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma, 150 words, Teen and Up, written for the prompt: Write On Me)

Oswald has always wanted to be an artist

JUSTICE LEAGUE DARK - The Deal With This Band by iberiandoctor (John Constantine/Bruce Wayne, John Constantine/Zatanna Zatara, John Constantine/Etrigan, John Constantine/Boston Brand, John Constantine/Everyone, 3351 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: Magic made them do it)

Magic made them do it. (All of them.)

BAND OF BROTHERS - What Happens at Midnight by Muccamukk (Lewis Nixon/Richard Winters, 4109 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: what happens at midnight)

Dick has a couple of ways to pass the time on a long, boring night watch at Mourmelon. One of them involves reading army field manuals. The other involves Lew.

MARVEL COMICS (616) - At My Mercy by laireshi (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, 1051 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: an unexpected proposition)

There are situations where Director Stark doesn't have any issues with control.

WONDER WOMAN (DCEU) - Hero and Menace (Thin Lines) by navaan (Diana/Steve Trevor, 1904 words, EXPLICIT, written for the prompt: menace)

Diana learns about the testosterone fueled stories told in pulps. She's ready to fulfill the fantasy by subverting it.

SUPERNATURAL - The Love Song of Dean and Gigantor by by SylvanWitch (Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, 422 words, Explicit)

They're a little drunk. "Wrestling" ensues.

KINGSMAN (MOVIES) - Run Away by look_turtles (Harry Hart | Galahad/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin, 100 words, Teen and Up, written for the prompt: Run Away With Me)

Same age Au. Eggsy shows up at Harry’s with bruises and Harry kisses them

镇魂 | Guardian (TV) RPF - Piano (Archive Locked) by Fangirlishness (Bai Yu/Zhu Yilong, 1895 words, Explicit)

Bai Yu loves watching his husband play the piano.

BLACK SAILS - A Little Death in the Afternoon by SylvanWitch (Captain Flint/Charles Vane, 2465 words, RATING, written for the prompt: I think we need to go.)

Of all the bars in all the world, the redcoats had to walk into this one... Fortunately, Flint and Vane chose a bordello, and one of the ladies of the house is more than happy to let them use her room to 'lie low'...or down, anyway.

DUE SOUTH - Just Helping by look_turtles (Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, 2087 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: Down For Awhile)

Fraser is sick and Ray helps

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel The Series - Opened Hearts by Cornerofmadness (Connor /Dawn Summers, 8918 words, Explicit)

It’s their first Christmas together and they want it to be special. Vampires have other ideas.

PRIMEVAL - Nonviolent Conflict Resolution in the Jurassic Period by SylvanWitch (Nick Cutter/Stephen Hart, 1585 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: Stuck in the middle.)

They were stuck in the middle of the Jurassic period with no expectation of rescue, which seemed like a fine time for them to finally have it out over the whole Helen thing. Fortunately for Stephen, Cutter's idea of conflict resolution is decidedly non-Jurassic.

JUSTICE LEAGUE (DCU) - Gift-Wrapped by iberiandoctor (jehane) (Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 3933 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: Teach me how to undo you)

Bruce needs undoing, in more ways than one.

STAR TREK : DEEP SPACE NINE - Who Else Would Love You? by navaan (Kira Nerys/Mirror Kira Nerys, 1072 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: mirrors)

Nerys understands what the other woman sees and hopes she can manipulate her into giving her a way home perhaps. But the game is hard to play when the players know each other that well.

STARGATE ATLANTIS - He Thought He Kept the Universe Alone by SylvanWitch (Ronon Dex/John Sheppard, 3282 words, Mature, written for the prompt: Mornings.)

Running had made Ronon patient; Atlantis had made him soft. He’d forgotten to remember that he was always—always—alone.

AVENGERS ASSEMBLE - Undress Me by marumo (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, ART, Explicit, written for the prompt: Undress Me)

Who wouldn't get turned on by Tony's undersuit??

DOCTOR WHO - Shine Like Stars by AuroraCloud (Martha Jones/Bill Potts, 2914 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: among the stars)

Years after her travels with the TARDIS, doing a bit of work with the Doctor brings Martha into connection with his newest friend and companion, a charming young woman called Bill Potts. And Martha finds her quite attractive.

MARVEL ULTIMATES - mirror, mirror, on the wall by navaan (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, 1138 words, Explicit, written for the prompt: mirrors)

Vampire X has gotten his fangs into Captain America - and he needs someone to distract him from the bloodlust so the serum has time to defeat the virus in his blood before he drinks and makes the turning permanent. Who else is more distracting than Tony?

#multifandom advent calendar #happy holidays

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bisoroblog · 6 years ago

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Teachers’ Strategies for Pronouncing and Remembering Students’ Names Correctly

Sandeep Acharya answered when his teachers and classmates called him Sand-eep, even Sandy, for 12 years before he decided he couldn’t take it any longer: “Junior year of high school, I walked up to the blackboard in every one of my classes and drew a circle with lines radiating from the center. ‘Sun-deep,’ I said in a loud, firm voice. ‘Sun. Like a sun.’ ”

The memory returned to Acharya, CEO of a health care startup, recently when he noticed his 2-year-old daughter introducing herself differently. “To white people, she’d say Savita, with a hard ‘t’ like in ‘torch.’ To everyone else, she’d say her name, Savita, where the ‘t’ makes a soft ‘th’ sound, like in ‘the.’ ”

Rita Kohli, a professor in the Graduate School of Education at UC Riverside, explains the Hindi phenomenon as it applies to her own name: “It’s like Aretha Franklin but without the ‘uh.’ ”

While mispronouncing a student’s name may seem minor, it can have a significant impact on how they see themselves and their cultural background, causing feelings of anxiety, invisibility, shame, resentment and humiliation, all of which can lead to social and educational disengagement. Kohli documented these findings in a 2012 article she co-authored with UCLA professor Daniel Solórzano titled “Teachers, please learn our names!”

Aspirations and motivation can suffer from the cumulative effect of these “mini-disasters,” which also set the tone for how students treat each other. On the other side of the coin, correct pronunciation can help “develop trust and rapport,” according to Christine Yeh, a professor at the University of San Francisco School of Education.

That’s why California’s Santa Clara County Office of Education created the “My Name, My Identity” campaign. The initiative asks community members to take a pledge to pronounce names correctly in order to foster a sense that students of all backgrounds are valuable and belong.

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The names of white and nonwhite children alike are mispronounced, Kohli and Solórzano write, but the experience is much more damaging for a child who “goes to school and reads textbooks that do not reference her culture, sees no teachers or administrators that look like her, and perhaps does not hear her home language,” since these cues (plus advertisements, movies and other indicators of societal values at large) already communicate “that who they are and where they come from is not important.” For one Latina study participant, having her name mispronounced made her wish her parents were more Americanized; a Sri Lankan American reported feeling that his name was “an imposition on others.”

They’re not imagining things. Kathryn Campbell-Kibler, a sociolinguist at The Ohio State University, says the effort we put into overcoming a “barrier to communication” depends on (and communicates) social values. “You see the difference if you think about the way Americans typically respond to somebody with a heavy French accent versus somebody with a heavy Mandarin accent,” she explains. When it comes to names, an American who mispronounces the British surname St. Clair (think “Sinclair”), she says, will tend to have a sense of, “Oh, they have a fancy, special language, and if I don’t know how to handle that, it’s a flaw in me.” Whereas a Chinese name might provoke the reaction: “Those names are really hard to understand, and it’s not my responsibility to engage with that.”

The latter also “happens a lot with white teachers responding to names that are seen as typically black,” Campbell-Kibler says. According to Robert Bjork—a psychology professor at UCLA who is a leading scholar on human learning and memory—there are several reasons why names of all cultures can be difficult to remember. For starters, they’re arbitrary labels, as opposed to a nickname like “Red” or “Tiny,” which a person’s physical appearance might trigger. Then there’s the fact that “other demands often occupy our attentional and memory processes when we are meeting somebody new.” Whether that’s at a cocktail party or in a classroom with 33 children, distraction can make it impossible to recall a new name just minutes later. Even when initial storage is successful, Bjork says, retrieval is hampered because we accumulate a huge number of names over our lifetimes, many of which are similar.

On top of these difficulties, there can be linguistic barriers to pronouncing names that aren’t in one’s native tongue, particularly when dealing with differing sound systems. Professor Campbell-Kibler offers up Korean as an example. She says there are two separate sounds that occupy what an English speaker would think of as the “s” space, and a teacher might not have the cognitive capacity to perceive the difference between them.

“If I don’t go and actually learn how to speak Korean extensively for years, I may just always get that wrong,” she says, but this type of real linguistic constraint “doesn’t come up all that often.” In other words, teachers are capable of pronouncing most names correctly.

How then can educators overcome the hurdles to doing so?

It’s tempting to put the first key practice—mustering a legitimate interest in the name—into the bucket labeled “duh” by Samantha Giles, a special education teacher at Hill Elementary School in Garden Grove, California, but it stems from neural complexities. Say you were to ask Professor Bjork how to spell and pronounce his last name. He explains that if he replied “Bee-york” you might ask why it is not pronounced “Bah-Jork,” after which he would tell you that it is a Scandinavian name, similar to the word “fjord” where the “j” is pronounced like a “y.” Or he might add that “Bjork” means “birch,” as in the tree. An exchange like this, he says, “will exercise the very types of processing that enhance memory.” In other words, it overcomes the cocktail party problem. The second essential step, he says, is “to produce—that is, actually say, someone’s name, because retrieving a name makes that name more retrievable in the future than does just hearing it.”

“How would you like me to say your child’s name?” is the specific wording Professor Kohli recommends for parents, and the following for students:

“I don’t know how to say your name yet, can you explain it to me? I’m working on learning it, and it’s important to me to say it the way it’s meant to be said, the way your parents say it.”

Then try the name. Ask if you’re right. Try again, “no matter how long it takes.” Once you’ve got the proper pronunciation, repeat it aloud. Eighth-grade science teacher Carry Hansen, who also coaches cross-country and track as well as coordinating the advisory program for Trinity Valley School in Fort Worth, Texas, recommends using kids’ names as much as possible, almost as obnoxiously as a telemarketer would, until they sink in.

If that whole process sounds awkward, good. Professor Bjork’s research, conducted in partnership with Elizabeth Ligon Bjork, shows that difficulty learning something gives the thing being learned a sense of importance, and errors that trigger elaboration produce better retention. This concept of “desirable difficulties” means the discomfort of admitting you’re having trouble pronouncing someone’s name could actually aid in recall, and Bjork says “that such a clarifying exchange has a positive effect, not a negative effect, on the person whose name you are having trouble pronouncing.”

Thanks to the power dynamic that makes it hard for a student to question a teacher, the onus of initiating this type of conversation falls on educators, in Kohli’s view, and she says they should take a learner’s approach in doing so. Start with a little soul-searching:

Is this name hard to pronounce, or is that just my vantage point? (Susan Balogh, a teacher at Baker School in Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts, reminds herself, “Unless our names are Lakota, Penobscot or Apache in heritage, they are all ‘foreign.’ ”) Then, be explicit, Kohli says, telling the class “that this is our limitation, not any fault of the student.” Use the “I” statements suggested above and avoid the frustrated looks and embarrassed laughs that tend to accompany pronunciation difficulty. Hansen gives students permission to correct her; in fact, she advises, “tell the kid that they MUST correct you if you are saying their name incorrectly.”

Many teachers report playing “the name game” and Professor Yeh, who teaches school counselors with caseloads of 200-500 students, takes a similar approach, asking each of her graduate students to share the story of their chosen name and its proper pronunciation on the first day of class. Then she, too, gets frank about it, declaring that “we won’t consistently mispronounce a name because we are too afraid to ask, or too afraid to correct ourselves.”

Yeh draws attention to another tactic that can help with pronunciation: learning the basic rules from a variety of languages, “like an ‘x’ in Chinese is pronounced as an ‘sh’ sound, with the tip of your tongue down, below your lower front teeth.” (Just as “a” in Savita makes the “uh” sound thanks to Hindi origin, and the letter “j” in Spanish makes the sound English speakers attribute to the letter “h.” If this seems like too much to wrap one’s head around, remember the classic example of “ghoti” as an alternative English spelling of “fish,” because “gh” makes the “f” sound in “enough,” “o” makes the “i” sound in “women,” and “ti” makes the “sh” sound in “nation.”) Campbell-Kibler, the linguistics professor, confirms: “You can go find that out. Each language is a system, just like English, but the question is, is somebody willing to do that, and what influences how willing they are to do that?”

Even those who know how to say a name like a native speaker may hesitate for fear of cultural appropriation: “It might be socially a little strange to perfectly produce somebody’s name as if I were saying it in the language,” Campbell-Kibler says. That’s why this diverse group of experts all come back to the same bottom-line recommendation: Ask the student and family which pronunciation they prefer.

It won’t always be the one used at home. It is not uncommon for students to choose an Americanized pronunciation or a new name entirely. “At the end of the day, I have to respect the person standing in front of me,” Campbell-Kibler says, “and if they are saying, ‘Call me Joe,’ OK, I’ll call you Joe.”

Just so long as it isn’t for the expediency of school personnel. Professor Yeh says that in the early 2000s, she was told by students at Lower East Side Preparatory High School that they had been assigned an American name or asked to choose one. When kids “basically said, ‘We want our Chinese names back,’ ” Yeh talked to teachers and administrators and was told they “couldn’t possibly learn 300 Chinese names.” And yet, when the students hosted a brown bag lunch where they offered to teach the proper pronunciation of their names, Yeh says, “almost every single teacher and counselor and staff member showed up.”

In the absence of a similar initiative, teachers report using time-honored tricks to remember name pronunciation, like word association (which addresses Bjork’s arbitrary label problem), writing down each syllable in English phonetics, and rhyming (“Alazaeia = Princess Leia” is one Giles uses), as well as new-fangled ones like name pronunciation websites (e.g., www.pronouncenames.com).

What if you witness a mispronunciation by another adult?

Kohli says a classmate of her daughter benefited from a Latina kindergarten teacher who referred to him as his parents did. His first-grade teacher, however, changed both the sounds and inflection. (Professor Yeh reminds, “With many of the names that have tildes or umlauts or little markings, that is actually really important, too.” When making name tents and folders, she says, remember “it’s not just the spoken word; it’s the written name as well.”) While Kohli encourages parents to be direct in advocating for their own child’s name, she sought balance in her dual role as a professor and parent of a classmate, figuring, “I can’t just go in there and slap down my research.”

Instead, whenever the first-grade teacher was in earshot, she made a point to properly pronounce that student’s name. Eventually, it worked.

And that might be the most important lesson Kohli and Solórzano have to offer: “[Since] students will often take the cue of fearing or celebrating difference from the climate set up by teachers, … educators are in a unique position to shape the perceptions of their students” about themselves and others. In the age of growth mindset and “marvelous mistakes,” teachers, counselors, literacy specialists, social workers, administrators, yard staff, PTA members and any other adult who interacts with children at a school can reframe name pronunciation as an opportunity rather than a challenge.

Balogh, the Boston-area teacher, sums it up: “If I can’t make a consistent, good-faith effort to pronounce a name correctly, the implicit message is that I can’t be bothered.” Those who show that they can take an important step toward making all students feel seen and respected, necessary prerequisites for an engaging social and academic experience.

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