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Root and Shaw. Person of Interest || HTGAWM, Clexa, OB, Sense8, JJ, OITNB || 20, Italy
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Who wants to hear how I rekted a straight boys ego in gym class today? Because in really fucking proud rn

*is waiting*

*cracks knuckles* okay nerds listen the fuck up.

So I’m in a special gym class for the swim team, so it’s coed with the boys and girls swim team for my school. It’s leg day, and I was setting up my rack for squats. Now I don’t usually go hard in gym because I don’t fucking care and I’m a 3 season athlete, I don’t actually need extra fuxking exercise. I only put maybe 10 pounds on the bar, and this fucking twig looking punk ass comes from fucking nowhere and starts laughing. Mind you I’m taller than fucking everyone in this class, I towered over this twerp. I ask him why he’s laughing, and he says, WITH A STRAIGHT FACE, “Women are so weak” and I almost decked his ass right then but I bite my tongue. For no fucking reason he decided to continue, “Why are women even in sports, they can’t do anything! What’s your max, 50 pounds?” And all his friends are laughing and telling him how cool this he is. So I challenge him to a squatting challenge, I want to see how much weight he can squat. He’s all reluctant now, saying how that wasn’t safe for me, how I might hurt myself, but my swim coach comes from behind and says she would like to see it so he’s like “Fine, whatever, if you get hurt it ain’t my fault.”

He proceeds to put fucking 100 pounds on, my ass is trying not to laugh because wow that’s “a lot”, and the whole time he is struggling, groaning and making gross ass male noises, and only got 4 reps in. He sets it back on the rack and looks at me with this fucking smirk, surrounded by his douche group, and omg I’m about to just drop kick his ass, and he does that stupid hand motion towards the rack. I walk over and my team members ask me how much I want. I tell them to double it. Everyone stops and my coach is smiling cause she knows how much I can squat. My teammates are like “… Are you sure?” And I tell them how I’m fucking ready. So they put 100 more pounds on, making it now 200 pounds, and I tell them to back off. I then walk over and add 50 more pounds, the whole time looking at this white trash. He looks like a dead man, crusty lookin ass about to pass out. The bar now has 250 pounds, and I get 15 reps in. I set it down and I walk up to him, not having broken a sweat, and just pat him on the cheek before continuing on with my workout. My teammates are all freaking out, telling me how cool that was and how they never knew, but the boys team looks like they’re going to cry. I’m really fucking sore but I regret nothing.

That’s the story how I went up in weight for my squat with the pure determination of breaking up fuckbois dreams @ask-elizabeth-holly-hamilton

Okay I was looking back on this because we were maxing today and my coach said that wasn’t my max and I’m like??? What, and I realized I never accounted for the bar, so that makes total weight was 295.

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AU: It has been 9 long months since Root and the others last saw Shaw. Unexpectedly their former ally turns up now working for the enemy. While all others give up hope of bringing back the woman they once knew Root refuses to.

For three long weeks they had kept Sameen Shaw zip tied to a pipe down in this abandoned subway station. They had tried just about everything in an effort to deprogram her and reclaim the ally they had lost to Samaritan. But hope was beginning to fade and now Root was the only one still making a concerted effort at bringing the woman back into the fold ©

(inspired by Deprogramming)

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Anonymous asked:

root breaks into shaw apartment while she's making dinner. a sad film is playing in the background. shaw is cutting onions. roots teasing about shaw crying at the film ensues

Root was used to the unexpected. The unexpected tended to be expected in her line of work, even with The Machine chirping away in her ear; She liked to make sure Root was on the ball, mentally challenged and ready for anything. Root was good with the unexpected. Adaptable. 

This she was less prepared for. 

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Root chuckled weakly, blood dripping from her nose "and I thought you wanted me to speak up"

Lambert rolled up his sleeved and paced slowly in front of Root, “Give it up. Your Machine is dead. Your girlfriend isn’t far behind. Unless…” He stopped pacing and stood in front of Root, crossing his arms, “If you give up Harold Finch and his pet wolverine, maybe we can arrange for your girlfriend to be released.”

“What makes your think I’d trade me and Shaw for Harold and Lurch?” Root looked up at Lambert an amused smile on his face, rattling the cuffs that kept her tied to the chair..

“Oh no,” he shook his head, “This is a two for one. Harold and Reese for Ms. Shaw.” A wicked smile crossed his face, “You’re not going anywhere. You’re too much of a risk. You helped rebuild whatever feeble, limping, bargain bin app you’re calling the Machine. Even if it is not at full speed, it’s still dangerous and you’re too dangerous with it.” He knelt down in front of Root to look at her face, “I let your girlfriend go if you give me Harold and John.”

“You wanna know something about my girlfriend?” Root leaned forward as far as her cuffed hands behind the chair let her, “She’ll be gone from Samaritan custody in about two minutes.” She smile on her face ominous and dominating. 

“How do you know that?” Lambert stood up trying not to show how shaken Root had made him. 

The handcuffs dropped on the concrete flood behind the chair, “Because my girlfriend taught me to fight.” She lunged from the chair and landed a wicked punch square to Lambert’s jaw. He recoiled and threw a punch her way. Root ducked the punch, used Lambert’s momentum to bring him down hard on her knee, knocking the wind out of him. He dropped to the ground and Root placed a boot on his neck. 

She wiped the blood from her nose away with the back of her hand as Lambert struggled to say, “Your Machine is alive.”

“Not yet,” Root told him, leaning harder on his neck as his hands scratched at her boot to get it off, “Before the Machine I was very resourceful. I hacked into your warehouse security cameras. I’ve been tracking your vehicles. I know where Shaw is and I got myself caught to distract you so Harold and his pet could rescue her.” 

Lambert let out a strangled laugh and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and showed it to Root. There was a call in progress. He gasped, “Samaritan knows now.”

Root kicked the phone out of Lambert’s hand and crushed it with her foot before returning it to Lambert’s throat. She leaned her forearms on her knee and smiled down at him, “Did I forget to mention that they rescued Shaw half an hour ago? The pressure plates that detect changes in weight in her cell have been replaced with a Shaw amount of explosives that are going to go off….” She looked up at the clocked in the window walled office in the warehouse. She watched the second hand tick around before it met the twelve and a low rumbled sounded in the distance. 

Root let got of Lambert who rolled to his side gasping for air. She sauntered over to the chair she had been in, picked up the handcuffs, and walked back. He wasn’t in any state to fight her when she handcuffed him to a forklift. She made sure to take the keys out and throw them across the warehouse. 

A phone rang disrupting the victorious silence. The tan phone in the office was ringing an archaic tone loudly through the vast space. Root moved to the office, sat in the supervisor’s chair, put her feet up on the desk, and picked up the phone.

“Root?” Harold’s voice was a welcome tone in her ear.

“We’re all good on this side Harry,” Root grinned. 

“You’ll be happy to know that the rescue was a success. We’re on our way back home,” Harold paused, “Ms. Shaw seems to be…she’s had….” he sighed softly, “They’ve had her for quite some time.”

“I know,” Root had prepared herself for the possibility, but it was still a punch in the gut to know for sure, “Keep her sedated until I get there.”

“Be careful,” Harold hung up on his end, keeping the call brief.

Root looked to Lambert who was struggling against the forklift trying to stand up at least. She debated killing him or not. In the end, she didn’t want to expend the energy and walked out of the warehouse toward a new kind of unknown. 

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