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cock-holliday · 1 year

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3x4x5 (1.2)

Prompt: Food As A Love Language

Fandom: POI

WC: 719

“Hey sweetie…”

Shaw rolled her eyes with such an intensity and intentionality that she could recall her father’s voice saying ‘it could get stuck like that..’

When Shaw’s vision returned, her gaze trained down the scope at her target. The man in her sights was busy chattering away on his phone in his expensive and, if Shaw were to give her opinion, tasteless apartment.

“There better be a damn good reason you’re hogging the channel right now, Root,” Shaw threatened.

“Sounds like someone is hangry this morning…”

“I do not have time for this,” Shaw huffed, “Tell me why you’re calling or get off the line.”

“It sounds like you’ve got nothing but time. Has Mr. Demoine done anything besides talk on the phone so far?”

“How did you–you know what?” Shaw sighed, leaning back from the rifle, “I don’t care. What do you want?”

“Can’t I just want to wish you a good morning?”

“It’s not a good morning,” Shaw countered, “I’m perched on the roof of an insurance company watching our number tell his mistress what he’d do to her if he wasn’t tragically shackled to the mother of his children. I’m freezing my ass off, I haven’t slept since Finch started having me babysit this loser’s ass from across the street, and I didn’t get to have my morning bagel.”

“You’re right, that is a rough morning. Maybe I can make it better…”

Shaw squinted at the faint shape of her target as he wandered around his kitchen, “You gonna blow up his apartment complex?”

“Sadly, no,” Root’s voice replied, “You’ll have to keep Andrew alive long enough to see his divorce. I do have something to make it up to you, though…”

Shaw’s eyes narrowed.

“Behind the roof access hatch is a lockbox on the ground. The combination is 07734.”

“07734?” Shaw groaned, “What are you, twelve? Why didn’t you make it 2318008?”

Shaw stood up regardless, propping the gun against the half-wall of her lookout. She stalked quietly to the hatch and found what Root had described, a lunchbox-sized container on the ground with an electric combination lock.

“Well, that would have been immature,” Root reasoned, “Besides, I’m more of an ass gal.”

Shaw snorted, quickly inputting the code and shaking her head when it beeped in an affirmative. Shaw wasn’t sure what to expect. With Root it could really be anything. A weapon. A cryptic clue for some goose chase Root wanted her to drop everything for. Maybe at this point it might even just be a bomb and she had entered the code for her own demise without even realizing. Given how the morning was going, she wouldn’t entirely mind that possibility.

Rather than a weapon or mysterious file or a building-leveling explosive, inside the box was a familiar bag from Sadie’s. Shaw would know that aroma instantly.

“Is this–”

“Your breakfast order? Yes. Down to a pack of those awful little cookies you like.”

Shaw tossed the box unceremoniously to the roof floor, ignoring the squelch of gravel as it skittered away and instantly tore into the bag and took a large bite of her bagel, moaning into the wafting scent.

“You’re welcome,” Root added.

“Ar’ight,” Shaw sighed around a mouthful of food, “What’d’ya want in return?”

“No favor,” Root replied cheerfully.

Shaw’s eyes narrowed and she stopped chewing, “Bullshit.”

“Honest,” Root continued, her amusement dripping through her voice, “I heard you missed breakfast. And it is Thursday, and rituals ought to be respected.”

“Well,” Shaw replied, “Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“It is really fucking good. And the cookies aren’t gross, you have no taste.”

Root chuckled into Shaw’s ear, “Whatever you say, sweetie.”

Shaw dug another large bite into the bread, sighing a little as her senses became overpowered by the flavor combination.

“Have fun on your stakeout. I’ll be around.”

“Root,” Shaw sighed, “If there is one thing I can count on, it’s that I’ll see your ass again.”

There was a pause on the line, and then a brief chuckle, “An ass girl too? I should be so lucky.”

The line went dead before Shaw could reply, not that Shaw knew what to say that could do her sentiment better justice than yet another eyeroll.

Still, she had to admit, it was a damn good bagel.

#3x4x5 #poi #poi fanfic #shoot #shaw/root #person of interest

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myqueenmarceline · 2 years

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Down to the Root chapter 7: Work Out for Me

Marceline and Bonnie work out together. It gets a bit steamy.

Warnings: implied sex

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25732921/chapters/105495714

Read from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25732921/chapters/62486167

“You sure you’re feeling well enough for this?” Marceline asked, turning back to Bonnie before they entered the gym. “I don’t like stopping halfway through my workouts, so if you get tired, you’re leaving on your own.”

“Yes.” Bonnie stepped closer to Marceline, putting her hand on Marceline’s lower back. When Marceline stiffened, Bonnie quickly moved her hand to Marceline’s shoulder instead. “Your concern for me is sweet, I appreciate it, but I can handle myself. I’m fully recovered now.”

“Fine.” Marceline swiped her ID card, and the door’s light switched to green. A buzz sounded, and Marceline pushed open the door.

She had been coming here for a few weeks, and she knew the gym was reliable. She had paid for a one-month membership in cash, with a new identity made specially for this. It had taken a while to convince the Guardian that it was worth it, but Marceline had pointed out that she needed to train in order to be in shape and keep working for the machine. Marceline hadn’t come here with anyone else before, but Bonnie had promised to be discreet, so Marceline had caved and agreed to bring her here for a quick workout.

The gym was open 24/7, and there was almost no one here at 3 in the morning. There was someone sleeping behind the front desk, and there were two single people working out on either end of the gym. They both seemed to have headphones in, and only one of them even bothered to look up at Marceline and Bonnie.

Marceline pulled off her hoodie and set it down on a bench. She had a loose crop top on, but she would shed that too once she got sweaty. She had specifically worn some basketball shorts and running shoes to the gym, so she didn’t need to change. The only thing she had to be careful of was not throwing her sweater around, and revealing the pistol concealed in a hidden pocket on it. Marceline trusted the gym, but trust could only go so far.

“Be right back,” Bonnie said, wiggling the small mesh bag she had in her hand.

“I’m going to start warming up now.” Marceline stretched her arms above her head, then shook out her hands. She bounced up and down a few times, rocking on the balls of her feet. She did some short dynamic stretches, loosening up her muscles.

Marceline was just picking out a medicine ball from the rack when Bonnie came back. She was wearing a bright pink sports bra and matching leggings. The leggings had see-through slits on each side, and when Marceline looked down, she could see the faint lines of a few of Bonnie’s scars through them.

“So, what are we doing first?”

Marceline tossed one of the 10-pound medicine balls at Bonnie. Bonnie had been prepared, and she only let out a small grunt of effort as she caught it.

“Medicine ball. Then weight machines. Barbells last.”

Marceline picked up an even heavier medicine ball for herself. She would start with 15 pounds, then move up to 20 if she wasn’t getting enough resistance. Her last mission had taken almost a week, so she wanted to start slower.

Bonnie held her medicine ball, looking expectantly at Marceline.

“This new to you?” Marceline asked, smirking at Bonnie.

Bonnie didn’t seem like the type who worked out even before she had gotten injured. Marceline couldn’t understand it; exercise was great. There was no other space where Marceline could focus entirely on the present moment, and every time she surpassed one of her previous limits, she actually felt proud of herself.

“No, I totally work out!” Bonnie huffed. “I just don’t usually use this kind of equipment for it.”

“Alright, then we’ll start with something easy.” Marceline held the medicine ball next to her chest, and stepped to the side. She lowered her body down as she moved, performing a controller lunge. “I do 3 sets with 12 steps on each side, but you should do less. Start with one set.”

“I’ll be able to do more than that,” Bonnie said confidently. “You’ve seen my stamina before.” She winked, folding her arms in close to her sides. She was holding the medicine ball low enough that Marceline could see how her chest raised up with the movement.

“Different kind of stamina.” Marceline tried to sound nonchalant, but her eyes still flicked over Bonnie’s body.

Marceline did another lunge, and Bonnie began to copy her. They stayed facing each other, dipping to the side at more or less the same moment. Bonnie’s left leg was flexible enough for her to get fairly low to the floor, but when they switched to her right, she seemed to struggle a bit more. Marceline kept moving at a steady pace, but she didn’t say anything about it. She had her own old injuries to watch out for, and had tailored her workouts accordingly. Marceline would strike off a few exercises tonight for Bonnie, but if she said that, Bonnie would insist on doing them anyways. So Marceline kept her mouth shut, instead finishing her set.

Bonnie finished at around the same time, and both of them stood up. Marceline set her exercise ball down on the rack again, and shook each of her legs out. Once it had been about thirty seconds, Marceline picked up her medicine ball again. Bonnie took a deep breath, then copied Marceline.

All things considered, Bonnie was able to keep up with Marceline fairly well. Mountain climbers, overhead squats with the medicine ball, Russian twists, push ups, medicine ball deadlifts while balancing on one leg… Marceline took Bonnie through everything that she could with the medicine ball, since they were one of the easiest things to use.

Marceline eventually switched up to using a 25 pound medicine ball, but Bonnie stayed with the same light weight as before. While Bonnie struggled more with other exercises than others, the weight of her ball never seemed too overwhelming. They even tossed Marceline’s twenty-pound ball back and forth a few times at the end, and Bonnie was able to manage some explosive throws.

Marceline put the medicine balls back, and stretched her arms above her head. She was feeling warmer now, but she wasn’t done yet. The medicine ball was great for working out multiple muscles, but now she could focus in on lifting heavier weights and working out more specific muscles.

Bonnie was starting to get sweaty, her skin shining slightly. The flickering gym lights weren’t particularly flattering, but Marceline still found herself staring as Bonnie took a long drink of water from her bottle. There was a slight pink flush along her face and upper chest, and Marceline was tempted to trace it with her fingers.

Instead, she turned and headed over to drink from the water fountain. Once she wasn’t thirsty any more, she cupped some water in one hand and splashed her face. She used the edge of her crop top to wipe her eyes, the turned around.

Bonnie was standing very close to her, so close that Marceline almost instinctively hit her. Bonnie didn’t flinch away, she just took Marceline’s hand. “So, what next?”

“Machines,” Marceline said. She let her hand stay in Bonnie’s for a few seconds, then pulled away. She wasn’t going to act too touchy-feeling with Bonnie. Even if there was only one person still working out, they never knew who else was watching them.

Most of the weight machines only worked with one person at a time. Marceline headed over to a lat pulldown machine, and Bonnie went to the overhead press machine next to it. Marceline put more weight on the machine, and she heard Bonnie hum behind her.

“Yeah?” Marceline turned over to her. “You have something to say?”

Bonnie leaned in, resting her head on her chin. “Nope, just enjoying the view, sweetie. Don’t mind me, just keep lifting.” Bonnie winked, and giggled.

Marceline had gotten more used to Bonnie’s mix of joking and flirting, but her directness still caught Marceline off-guard sometimes. Marcline rolled her eyes and turned back to the machine, grabbing the bar and pulling it down. She had to start working so she had an excuse for the heat rising in her face.

Neither of them had brought music to listen to. Marceline had her phone—she always had a burner in case of emergencies—but she didn’t have any music saved on it. Some upbeat music was playing through the speakers in the gym’s ceiling. While it wasn’t Marceline’s taste, it wasn’t awful, and Marceline had always found it easier to lift when she timed her movements to music.

Bonnie hummed along to some of the songs, but as their workout continued, she stopped. Marceline could hear her breathing growing heavier, but Bonnie never asked for a break. Even if she was using lighter weights and not doing as many reps as Marceline, she still kept going.

Marceline tried to stay focused on herself, but she couldn’t help looking at Bonnie. She had seen Bonnie focus before, but the way she stared into a computer screen like it could tell her the secrets of the universe was different from her focus now. Her face scrunched up adorably near the end of her sets, and Marceline felt her mouth go dry as Bonnie bit her lip, finishing a couple more reps on the leg curl machine. Even when her arms trembled, she just gripped the sides of the chair harder to keep control of her movements.

“Just one more thing,” Marceline promised, patting Bonnie’s shoulder lightly. Bonnie was sweaty, but Marceline didn’t mind that. “You don’t have to do it, you just have to spot me.”

Marceline headed over to the bars, and took one down. She put it on the rack hanging above a bench, then went over to the weight wall. She grabbed the 50-pound plates one at a time, adding one to each end of the bar. Then she grabbed two 25-pound plates, and did the same thing. Marceline finished her bar off with some 10-pound plates. While the amount she did varied, she always finished her workout with bench presses.

It would be nice to actually trust her spotter for once. When there were other people in the gym Marceline often asked one of them to help spot her, but she used less weight. That way if someone tried to take advantage of her in a vulnerable moment, she still had a chance to escape.

Marceline laid down on the bench. Bonnie was standing off to the side, and Marceline beckoned her over. “Here, I need you.”

When Bonnie was by the end of the bench, Marceline grabbed her hands and lined them up with the bar, near the middle of it. “Keep your hands around here. Don’t touch the bar unless I can’t move it at all, or if it falls down on my chest.”

“Got it,” Bonnie said, staring down at Marceline.

Marceline put her hands on the bar, double-checking that they were evenly spaced apart. She turned her gaze directly upwards, staring up at the white ceiling tiles. She felt the grooves in the metal rub against her fingers as she grabbed the bar, then lifted it.

Marceline didn’t usually lift this much weight, but she had trained for long enough that she could keep good form for her bench press. She slowly lowered the weight down over her chest, getting as close as possible while she inhaled. Then she exhaled harshly, pushing the bar up.

On her third rep, Bonnie began counting. Marceline heard the numbers, but she didn’t focus on them. She focused on keeping her hands steady, and keeping her movements controlled.

After the first ten presses her arms began to burn, but Marceline toughed it out until sixteen before she gave in. She pushed the bar up one last time, then let it fall down into the rack. Marceline closed her eyes, rubbing her arms and upper chest a bit. Her muscles were aching a bit, but she knew she could keep going. She just needed a short break.

Something cool pressed against her cheek. Marceline opened her eyes, and saw that Bonnie was pressing her bottle against her face. Marceline gladly accepted it, moving it over her forehead and other cheek, then taking a drink.

Marceline laid back down, and Bonnie got into position again. When Marceline looked up high enough, she could see Bonnie’s thighs right next to her head. Bonnie was standing closer this time, and once Marceline had grabbed the bar, she closed her eyes right away.

She only managed nine reps before she had to give in, her arms shaking as she laid the bar back on the rack. She was exhausted, and she could feel the muscles in her arms twitching a bit. She hadn’t had a workout this good in a while, and she felt light when she opened her eyes again.

“Do you want to try?” Marceline asked, sitting up and turning to look at Bonnie.

Bonnie looked at the weights for a few seconds, then back up at Marceline. “Maybe with just the bar? That seems heavy.”

“Sure.” Marceline got up, and accepted the small towel and squeeze bottle Bonnie held out to her.

Marceline sprayed and wiped down the bench, cleaning up any sweat she might have left behind. She pulled the weights off the bar, putting them back in their proper place. By the time she turned around again, Bonnie was lying on the bench.

Marceline guided Bonnie through the first few reps, her hands lightly brushing against the bar as she corrected Bonnie’s form. Once Bonnie seemed to have it down, Marceline let go and let her work. She watched Bonnie carefully, doing her best to keep her eyes on Bonnie’s face. She was grimacing

When Bonnie started lifting more with her right hand than her left, Marceline stopped her. It was common for people to want to lift more with their dominant hand, but that didn’t make it right. If she was that tired, then it was time to stop lifting. She put the bar away, letting Bonnie take her time getting off of the bench.

Marceline let Bonnie through her usual post-workout stretching routine. She watched Bonnie closely, and she felt Bonnie’s eyes on her as well. Marceline helped Bonnie with a few stretches, gently pressing on her shoulders and legs to ease her body into a deeper stretch. Bonnie shivered at her touch, and Marceline quickly pulled back, self-conscious of the fact that there was still someone else in the gym.

They headed towards the changing rooms together. Marceline wasn’t going to change, but a quick shower sounded nice.

“How often do you do this?” Bonnie asked, stopping to refill her water bottle from the fountain.

“As much as I can. I would come here five days a week if I could.”

Bonnie looked appalled, and Marceline almost laughed at her. She glanced down at the water bottle, clearly thinking something over.

“I can come here once a week. If I’m not away for work, at least.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Marceline was a bit surprised by the offer. It was nice, but she wasn’t going to force Bonnie into this.

“I want to spend time with you.” Bonnie turned around, giving Marceline one of those strange smiles that she wasn’t sure how to read. “I might not do everything you do, but I can still come here.”

Marceline grabbed Bonnie’s hand. She dragged her into the changing room. Bonnie could have tried to break free if she wanted to, but she didn’t.

As soon as the door swung shut, Marceline pulled Bonnie close. She kissed Bonnie, rubbing her thumb against Bonnie’s cheek. She laced the fingers of her other hand tighter with Bonnie’s, squeezing it gently.

Bonnie had put something bubblegum-flavoured on her lips, and the sugary sweetness only drew Marceline in more. She licked Bonnie’s lips, and Bonnie opened her mouth.

When Bonnie’s hand moved to Marceline’s lower back, Marceline pulled back. She was used to Bonnie trying to rile her up in public, but she still preferred to give affection in private.

She remembered where they were, and looked around the locker room. Thankfully, it was still empty. If the clock on the wall was accurate, more people would be coming in soon though. Marceline had struggled to find this gym, and she didn’t want to be kicked out.

Bonnie whined, and Marceline looked back at her.

She leaned in, speaking close to Bonnie’s ear. “If you can be good and wait until we get home, I’ll give you an even better reward.” Marceline kissed the top of Bonnie’s neck right next to her ear, grinning as Bonnie’s skin got covered in goosebumps.

Marceline kissed her neck a few more times, then finally pulled back. “I’m going to go take a shower. Let me know when you’re ready to go.”

After one more kiss on the lips, Bonnie finally let Marceline go. As Marceline headed for the shower, she realized she was happier than usual. Workouts always cleared her head, but working out with Bonnie had been more fun than she had imagined. If Bonnie was really willing to come back to the gym, Marceline would definitely take her again soon.

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caitiesith · 2 years

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Top 10 Blorbos

Dearest @akinari-kashihara asked me to talk about my top ten blorbos, so it's time for me to dust off the Tumblr and immediately have some regrets.

10. Kyoya from Ouran High School Host Club

J. Michael Tatum is a PROBLEM for me. Dark hair edgy boi, would kill, serious dubcon/noncon energy, screw the rules I have money.

9. Impmon/Beelzemon

They're both the same people, one is just brat mode and the other is his biker boi greyscale Tinder profile mode. I love them both too much. They hit all the boxes for men I love:

Have killed before and will kill again

Strong likelihood to murder me and then feel bad about it

Big emo feelings

Fluffy hair

Cute/hot voices respectively (badaboom Impmon is cute but please no badaboom in the bedroom)

Literal rat bastard men

Leather. Yes.

Bitey

Motorbikes and guns. YES.

WINGS WINGS WINGS

yes I am in the monsterfucker club

8. Xiao from Genshin Impact

Angsty demon boi with chronic pain, a lengthy legacy of doing lots of murders very well, an eating disorder, no self-esteem. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. I don't care who you ship him with - Venti is a fav, but Lumine/Aether/Albedo/Zhongli/anyone is good)

7. Shadow the Hedgehog

Edgy hedgy with a gun, a tendency for martyrdom, and murder in his heart. My type was set from a young age.

Do I want to fuck the hedgehog man? No. But I do think he and his blue rival should smooch.

6. Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance

SOFT SAD QUEER BOI WITH PROBLEMS AND LONG HAIR AND A SUPER CUTE ACCENT

5. Sebastian Michaelis

Pretty hair hot accent murder in his heart and definitely bi. Could never be into me but that's honestly not what this list is about. The pattern continues.

J. Michael Tatum is a PROBLEM for me. Dark hair edgy boi, would kill, serious dubcon/noncon energy, screw the rules I have money.

4. The Tenth Doctor

Cute accent, soft fluffy hair, manic energy, angst like whoa, has killed before would kill again, desperately pining for his beyond-saving rival and childhood bestie, 10/10 love this bi disaster.

3. John Reese and Root - Person of Interest

Disaster bi John Reese is absolutely convinced he's straight and this is hilarious to everyone else in the room, and everyone watching him. He's a mess. Such murder in his heart, and such sad boy energy.

Can't mention the Person of Interest leading m/m couple without the equally iconic f/f couple that is Shaw and Root. GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Two ladies with murder in their heart and lust clawing inside of their ribs.

Person of Interest is an amazing show with lots of topical storytelling but what matters most to me is its unmatched raw queer power.

2. Unknown from Mystic Messenger

I could talk about how much I adore Zen, good boy with a motorbike and soft long hair and painful self-awareness. Or I could talk about 707, disaster cross-dressing depressed hacker extraordinaire, so many problems, so much aching awareness of what lies beyond the fourth wall. But all roads would eventually lead to Unknown: a broken shell of a man whose affection could turn to violence at any moment, whose middle name might as well be dubcon, with a tragic past and problem a tragic future. He is my type. There's no denying it.

1. Xue Yang

He's here. My love. My beloved. My hyperfixation. XUE YANG, EVERYBODY.

He is. A mess. I love him. SO MUCH. He is a trashy bastard man and I love him. He would absolutely canonically fuck your mum but hello I am RIGHT HERE.

I have spent so many words on this man that none are left in my brain for this post. Please, sir, stab me. You don't even have to feel bad about it after it's fine.

#xue yang #mdzs #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonadow #person of interest #poi #mysme #unknown #shaw #root #shaw/root

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linusbenjamin · 9 months

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Person of Interest | 2.16 'Relevance'

#person of interest #poiedit #tvedit #poi spoilers #sameen shaw #samantha groves #root #nikolatexla #they're never beating the most psychopathic girlies allegations

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artofdoubt · 5 months

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ROOT and SHAW + @ao3tagsbot

#person of interest #poiedit #wlwedit #shootedit #root #sameen shaw #root x shaw #tvgif #tvedit #gif #edits #this was so much fun to make even though my laptop was about to crack in two

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truemoondust · 1 year

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Person of Interest (2011-2016) || 4x11 - If-Then-Else

#person of interest #poi #poiedit #root #sameen shaw #root x shaw #amy acker #sarah shahi #my gifs

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sad-endings-suck · 1 year

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There is a certain type of ship dynamic that simply cannot be created or replicated artificially and it’s called “this couple was never meant to be a canon ship but their chemistry is just so incredible we had to do it anyway” and I love it more than anything.

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rhfffas · 5 months

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sapphic fans be like:

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johncho · 1 month

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#person of interest #poiedit #tvedit #scifiedit #shootedit #root x shaw #*laine #very quick gifset no drafts we die like [redacted]. i just need to get this fucking exchange out there. they r insane.

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oliveoomph · 7 months

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Root & Shaw - Person of Interest

#person of interest #poi #poiedit #root x shaw #shoot #root #sameen shaw #amy acker #sarah shahi #long post #gifs by olive #olive rewatches poi

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performativezippers · 7 months

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unhinged queer women i love + tumblr text posts

bonus:

#root x shaw #shoot poi #person of interest #helena wells #warehouse 13 #bering and wells #Rizzles #rizzoli and isles #jane rizzoli #maura isles #sanvers #maggie sawyer #alex danvers #kacy #kate whistler #lucy tara #ncis hawaii #ncis hawai'i

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julesnichols · 1 year

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#person of interest #poi #poi crack #person of interest crack #incorrect person of interest #incorrect poi #root #sameen shaw #root x shaw #shaw x root #amy acker #sarah shahi

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myqueenmarceline · 2 years

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Unfortunate Interruption

Summary: Root and Shaw are having a nice, intimate moment. Before they get too hot and heavy, Bear interrupts.

Warnings: Some making out and intimate touching, but no actual sex.

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38878671

“We should do this more often.” Root mumbled, rubbing her face back and forth against Shaw’s shoulder.

She was lying half on top of Shaw, with one arm draped over Shaw’s waist as she shamelessly used her as a body pillow. Her temporary bed wasn’t the biggest, but it was enough to fit them comfortably if they stayed close.

Shaw didn’t reply for a moment. She just kept moving her hand in slow, smooth circles on Root’s lower back. Her calloused fingertips sent pleasant shivers up Root’s spine. They had been cuddling under the blanket for so long that every part of Shaw was hot. She always had a warmer core body temperature than Root, but her hands could be incredibly cold sometimes.

“I don’t know, having a shootout with you backing me up is pretty exciting.” Shaw was smirking, Root could see it out of the corner of her eye.

“Are you saying you don’t like relaxing with me?” Root asked, pressing a kiss to the exposed part of Shaw’s shoulder. Her hair fell down over her face, brushing against Shaw’s arm as she did it again.

Shaw shivered slightly, but she stayed relaxed. Root kissed one of the tiny scars scattered across her body, then moved up. She pressed light kisses around the edge of Shaw’s shoulder, feeling Shaw’s skin as if she was noticing it for the first time. Root tilted her head, and nipped at Shaw’s collarbone. She dragged her tongue over the dip where bone turned into muscle, grinning slightly as Shaw grunted.

Shaw tensed slightly, and she pinched Root’s lower back as a warning. “I thought we were relaxing?”

Root grinned, knowing that she could play a bit more before Shaw jumped her. “I think you’re like a cat.”

“Hm?” Shaw prompted, tilting her head to the side slightly.

Root was tempted to just keep kissing her neck, but the urge to break the peace was too great.

“Yeah, you’re definitely a cat. You act all independent and cold, but then you still crawl into my bed and purr every night.” Root pressed a wet, loving kiss right in middle of Shaw’s neck and giggled as Shaw frowned.

Shaw’s smiles were something rare and precious, and Root was proud of each one that she got, but she also loved Shaw’s frowns. There was a difference between genuine anger and a bit of annoyance, and the way her perfect lips pressed together made Root want to kiss them even more. Shaw was gorgeous no matter what, but Root always liked breaking her poker face and getting some emotion.

“Aww, don’t be like that sweetie. I like it.” Root kissed Shaw’s cheek, and kissed it again when Shaw didn’t turn her head away. “I’ve always been a fan of cats, and I’ll do anything I can to earn your love.”

Shaw finally moved her free hand, taking Root’s chin in two fingers. It wasn’t a hard grip, but Root didn’t pull away. She pursed her lips slightly, giving Shaw her best puppy dog eyes.

“You mean that?” Shaw asked, and Root could swear she saw the corner of Shaw’s lips twitch up.

“Of course. I’d do anything for you.” Root batted her eyelashes, moving one hand to rest on Shaw’s chest. Shaw’s heartbeat was a steady thump against her palm, but it was beating slightly faster than usual.

“Then come here.” Shaw tilted her head up, and Root happily let herself be pulled in.

Shaw’s lips were slightly chapped, but that was just part of her rugged appeal. Root flirted with lots of people for fun, but she hadn’t felt like this in a long time. Shaw’s kisses were lovely, and Root melted into them. She flicked her tongue against Shaw’s bottom lip, but she didn’t get far enough to bite it.

Shaw grabbed her ass, and squeezed it roughly as she took back some control. Shaw’s other hand rested casually on Root’s neck, but Root knew that at any moment Shaw could clamp down and start choking her. The thought of being helpless underneath Shaw sent a shiver down her spine, and Root moaned into Shaw’s mouth.

A sudden jingling of tags next to the bed made them jump. Root flinched away from Shaw. Shaw’s hand jumped to the nightstand drawer. She yanked it open, but didn’t pull out the gun.

Bear sat in front of them. He was panting softly, and had a bright green leash clutched in his jaws. He stared straight at them with his large, loving eyes, and for once, Root wished that Finch or Reese was there.

“Time to walk, huh?” Shaw asked. “Lopen, Bear? You want to wandelen?”

Bear’s entire body seemed to vibrate at the words. His tail thumped against the ground, and Root sighed. She had a feeling that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted, but she wasn’t going to give up right away.

“Aren’t you forgetting someone, sweetheart?” Root slipped one hand under Shaw’s tanktop, and ran it over Shaw’s toned stomach.

“You’re right.” Shaw took Root’s wrist, and gently but firmly pulled her back hand out of her shirt. “You should come walk him with me. It will be fun.”

Root tried to hug Shaw and pull her back into the bed, but Shaw was too fast. She slipped away from Root, and stood up. Bear took a few steps back, his tail wagging freely in the air. Shaw pulled a random sweatshirt off the floor and put it on.

It was probably once navy blue, but it was so worn that it had faded to a lighter bluish grey. The sweater was far too wide for her, but the sleeves didn’t even cover her wrists. If Root had to guess, it was probably Harold. John didn’t seem like the type to wear a Harvard sweatshirt, even as a joke.

“It’s cold outside. Don’t you want me to stay warm?” Root pouted, pulling the blanket closer to her. She was naturally a blanket hoarder, and Shaw usually had to fight to keep her sliver of the covers.

“You can stay here if you want. I don’t mind getting some exercise, and Bear will start tearing things up if he doesn’t get his walk. Last time he went through three of Finch’s books before Reese found him.” Shaw stretched her arms above her head, letting Root get an enticing glimpse of her lower back before she lowered them back down.

Shaw knelt down in front of Bear, and opened her hand. Bear dropped the leash into her mouth, and Shaw clipped it to the end of his collar. She looped it around her wrist, then wiped her hand off on her pants. It seemed like Bear had drooled on the leash.

Root sighed, tossing the cover to the foot of the bed. “Fine, but I’m warming my hands up on your back when we get back.”

She began looking around for her own clothes, instead of borrowing someone else’s. She liked the way her jacket fit, and it was the perfect thing to block New York’s icy winds. She blinked as Shaw stepped close to her, speaking into her ear from behind.

“As long as you warm them up before they go anywhere else, I’m fine with that.” Shaw rested her hand on Root’s hip, and squeezed it for a moment. She then stepped away again, letting Root get ready.

Root took her time. She found her jacket, scarf, gloves, and then straightened her hair. Bear was practically salivating the entire time, but Shaw didn’t rush her.

Once she was done, Root looped her arm through Shaw’s. Shaw leaned up, and gave Root one last quick kiss on the lips. Root pressed one last kiss to the corner of Shaw’s cheek, then stood up straight. Shaw wasn’t a very publicly affectionate person, and Root wasn’t going to push her. She’d have to be content with staring at Shaw until they got back, and then hopefully they’d continue their fun.

As soon as they hit the street, Bear began straining at the edge of his leash. He didn’t yank too brutally, but it was enough to make Shaw tense up to hold him back. Root saw the way Shaw smiled slightly at the dog, and she held back a coo of her own. She laced her fingers with Shaw’s, rubbing her gloved thumb over the back of Shaw’s hand.

It was cute how well her kitten got along with Bear, and Root would never object to seeing Shaw happy. Even if it wasn’t what she had been planning, Root found herself following along with a lightness in her steps, and squeezing Shaw’s hand as they crossed the street.

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