#herleads

[shadowbrn]

❝ am i a fantastic leader or what?! ❞

@herleads ( arizona ) liked for a grey's anatomy starter

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@herleads liked for a one liner dialogue featuring beth greene for maggie greene.

               ❝   they’re   all   gone   now.      there   is   no   chance   of   them   comin’   back.      how   am   i   supposed   to   be   OKAY,   maggie?   ❞

[m1kaelsons]

ㅤㅤ @herleads , angry kisses / from caroline .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤstanding in front of the fireplace , his gaze was locked on the crackling flames as his thoughts raced . never a dull moment in his mind , as per usual . the sound of the door opening easily travelled down the hall and to his ears , frame automatically tensing as a result . ' klaus ! ' her voice eased his tension a bit , part of him finding comfort in the familiarity of it - despite the seemingly angry tint . his name was repeated , but he didn't respond , letting her find him . she finally did , though accompanied by a huff . ' hello , caroline , ' he greeted calmly , finally turning to face her . ' is there something i can do for you ? ' there was a tense pause before she approached him , blonde locks dancing in a rather mesmerizing way as she closed the distance between them in a flurry of movement . he shifted as she crowded his space , certainly not against it but instinctively wary - people typically only got this close to harm him , after all . his lips parted in surprise when she pulled him down , only to be covered with her own . he remained frozen for a few heartbeats before responding , the mangled organ in his chest called a heart soaring as he returned the gesture . hands resting on her hip and the back of her head , he held her close . their lips parted only to come back together from a different angle , the heat of their bodies entwining as the same air filled their lungs . after what felt like a small eternity and yet still wasn't long enough , she finally pulled away , leaving him feeling almost bereft as he lingered near . the vulnerability of the unexpected moment left him feeling borderline uncomfortable , so he defaulted to his usual mask of arrogance , smirk cutting dimples into his cheeks . ' feeling pent up , love ? '

[nighthcwling]

☈ @herleads sent ; "can i stay the night ?" / bloom @ sky

was that even a question? of course she could - he was taken aback from her asking that he almost forgot to answer her. ❛ yes, absolutely. ❜ riven happened to be off doing what riven does best leaving his side of the dorm unoccupied and silent - ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. sky propped himself higher onto his pillows glancing down at bloom who was laying against his chest, ❛ just don't forget to tell the others, i don't need to get texts from terra or aisha questioning me if you've run away again. ❜ he teased.

he dragged his fingers aimlessly against her back, ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀɪʟʏ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ғɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ - this was all he W A N T E D - to just exist with bloom without chaos. ❛ what do you want to do after you graduate alfea? ❜ he could have kicked himself for bringing up the topic, but part of him knew the conversation would one day need to be held. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴀs ʜɪs ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴀs ʜᴇʀs ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ.

[lindscys]

@herleads ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

eyes watched as voight left down the stairs, taking a handle of the other members of the unit with him. it was a big break for them to follow, but erin wasn't too upset to have been left out of the latest lead to follow. she had directions of her own to tackle, but not without some help. the detective rose from her chair, stepping towards the latest, newly occupied desk, and perching on the end of it. "how are you doing?" she asked, sincerity painted on her face. everyone seemed pleased with the work nadia had done so far, but that wasn't as important as how the girl herself had found it. "big day around here, you've done well keeping up."

[danviers]

All at once, Maggie's painful revelation seemed to take on the likeness of a fist to the gut: A heavy jab to the sternum that had knocked the air out of her and rendered a shimmer of bright, disbelieving tears in her eyes.

Baggage, the abundance of it she and Maggie had amassed between them was nothing new. Alex could reconcile the weight of that particular hardship, the specificity of the way a fragmented family could carve a serrated laceration. Hers, deep down, still existed in the abyss where her dad had once been, and where he wouldn't be, come the next afternoon's celebrations. Maggie's, she knew, was a gaping incision, un - sutured by her father's fleeting, yet turbulent presence: A scar turned open wound that she had sworn she'd help her heal from for the rest of their lives together.

" What are you saying? " Alex finally found the wherewithal to breathe; A plea in and of itself, cinched tight, a phantasmal splay of fingers around her throat. " Maggie —— please, don't do this. "

@herleads cont.

[1eaderarc]

@herleads said: "things are different now." from lincoln

the words rang true, despite clarke's best efforts to slip back into life as she had known in, to go back to the friendships and relationships she had once had. from the moment she had made the choice to kill finn there had been no turning back. not for her, not for any of them, and she was well aware that there was every possibility that lincoln would side with octavia and raven and the two of them would never forgive her for those choices.

but she needed to know for certain.

"when i killed that shooter, i said you were my people," she reminded him. it had been the obvious choice. the easy one. "but i never asked if you wanted to be." she did not voice the question now, but the implication hung between them, and she felt a sense of fear start to creep in as she waited, watching his face, desperate not to lose another ally.

[venustrape-arch]

@herleads | meme

         ↪  "don't be naked. i'm coming in." / luke @ lor

         at  least  no  one  can  say  she's  not  convincing.  she's  sick  &  has  to  keep  herself  entertained.  naturally,  making  luke  uncomfortable  is  as  entertaining  as  it  gets  without  her  having  to  drag  herself  out  of  bed  &  downstairs  to  watch  TV.  tissues  crumpled  up  in  her  hands,  she  laughs  a  little  from  her  spot  under  the  covers,  grateful  for  the  distraction  from  the  fact  that  she  can  barely  breathe.  this  might  just  be  the  first  time  she's  sick  without  rory  around  to  pamper  her  senseless  &  bring  her  comfort  food.  college  gets  busy  &  yale  gets  even  busier,  after  all.  but  it's  still  weird.  the  sad  kind  of  weird.  "  i'll  be  naked  if  i  wanna  be  naked  !  "  definitely  not  in  her  coziest  pajamas  under  three  blankets.  did  rory  call  him  &  blab  about  her  current  miserable  state  ?   "  wow,  okay,  daredevil.  one  of  these  days  i'm  actually  going  to  be  naked,  let's  see  you  look  me  in  the  eye  after  that.  "  but  she  sits  up  as  the  door  opens,  smiling  at  the  sight  of  him.  the  sight  of  that  paper  bag  in  his  hand,  too. except  she  gets  woozy  the  second  positions  shift  &  a  frown  soon  settles  on  her  face.  "  ugh...  why  do  you  keep  breaking  into  my  house  ?  "  the  whiny  tone  in  her  voice  has  nothing  to  do  with  him.  given  the  image  she's  putting  on  display  for  him,  she's  pretty  sure  he  can  tell  as  much.  sniffle.  a  moment  of  silence  as  blues  eye  him  again.  "  &  does  that  bag  contain  soup  and  or  pie  ?  "

[thunderbringer]

continued for @herleads from this. // maggie.

if there is one thing thor odinson is , he's patient. maybe not so much in his younger days but as he's gotten older, became a parent himself, and lived through this world, patience is the one thing that he has to have. knowing what maggie has been through and endured, it would be unfair of him to ask for anything more than what she is ready for.

❝ no . you don't. ❞ he says wanting more than anything to brush his fingers through her hair, but he won't make any moves. not until she's absolutely spoken her want for him. her loss was a tragedy and nothing and no one could ever replace what she'd lost. thor would never try. ❝ regardless of what you feel or where this does or doesn't go , i'm not going anywhere, maggie. my loyalties are here . . . with YOU . ❞

[careol]

@herleads cont. from here.

               it   does   cause   her   heart   to   ache,   the   memory   of   lori   and   that   day.      everyone   being   split   up,   t-dog   sacrificing   himself   so   carol   could   live.      she   often   wonders   if   the   outcome   would’ve   been   different   if   she’d   been   with   lori.      not   that   she’d   had   the   most   practice   with   c-sections,   but   would   it   have   made   a   difference?      it’s   a   dangerous   train   of   thought   to   get   lost   on,   so   she   brings   herself   back   to   the   moment.      ❝   oh   sweetheart…   ❞      there   is   one   thing   carol   is   certain   of,   and   that’s   how   proud   lori   would   be   of   her   son.      ❝   you’ve   been   making   her   proud   all   along.      you   didn’t   shut   down,   you   didn’t   once   look   at   judith   and   blame   her.      i   know   how   easy   it   could’ve   been   to   place   blame   for   lori   on   her.   ❞      a   gentle   hand   is   placed   on   his   shoulder.      ❝   you   soldiered   on.      you   kept   going,   you   kept   judith   and   your   dad   safe.      you’ve   been   doing   exactly   what   she   would   have   wanted.   ❞

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@herleads has liked for tess w/ joel.

               ❝   well   that   was   a   fucking   close   one.      are   you   alright?      no   scratches   or   bites?   ❞

[stapcs]

she never felt like she was allowed to soft, she's always felt like sharp edges & bullet holes. forcing themselves into the box marked badass because in their line of work soft women weren't taken seriously and no one ever told her you can be badass & soft. not until emily came along. fingers stroke through the raven locks on her lap with rehearsed ease, nights like these became her favorites. it used to be the nights that left adrenaline pumping through her veins, chasing the high that came with putting another criminal behind bars. now, it was nights when she curled up on the couch some trashy reality tv show acting as background noise for two women who paid more attention to each other than to what was on the screen. she never ceased to take her by surprise. prentiss' words hang in the air between them, making christine's heart stutter & butterflies flutter through her stomach.  ❛ i never would've clocked you as a softie, emily prentiss ... ❜ she jests, poking at the tip of her nose. she'd seen her break suspects in mere minutes with just her words, experienced her body slamming men twice her size first hand, she was honored to be one who saw this side of her. christine wore the other's words like a security blanket, like she's waited her whole life for someone to look at her the way she did. like the way she was looking up at her right now. she pushed her bangs out of her face & smiled sweetly down at the brunette.  ❛ i'm glad i was wrong about that, though. ❜ she added quietly.

 she's never been good at this stuff & she told emily that at the beginning, when this was just drunken fun. somewhere along the way they shifted from colleagues who saw each other because it was easier than trying to pick up a stranger in a bar to sharing looks across their desks & holding pinkies in the elevator on their way to work. feelings scared christine booth because feelings made things real & when things got real it was something that could be used against you, that could be ripped away at a moment's notice. those were still very real fears of hers even while being tucked safely away in emily's apartment, wearing a sweatshirt that smelled like her, but she was trying to be better about it.  ❛ em, you make me so ━ so gooey feeling. ❜ she laughs, cheeks tinting pink.  ❛ usually i'm pretty good with words, but somehow you always seem to scramble any sort of rational thinking in my head. ❜ she pressed her palms to her hot face, trying to will it to cool down.  ❛ how do you do that ? ❜ she asked, voice barely above a whisper.  ❛ how did you manage to wiggle your way through all my walls before i even had a chance to defend them ?  ❜ her bottom lip is pulled between her teeth to fight back a grin as her hands take the other's face between them, thumbs brushing cheekbones softly.  ❛ the feeling's mutual by the way. ❜

@herleads , emily prentiss : “you are the best thing to ever happen to me”

[nighthcwling]

☈ @herleads sent ; ❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜ bloom @ sky

he wasn't surprised in the slightest to hear her say that, it was who she was - sʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇᴅ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ. fingers tucked red hair behind her ear, ❛ it should be me saying that. ❜ he cracked a small smile, they were far too young to ʙᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀ they faced, but it was what he was R A I S E D for - T R A I N E D his entire life for. ❛ i may not have the same fancy fairy magic as you, but they'll have to get through me first. we're a team, bloom, but i will always stand in front of you. ❜

meeting bloom made the fighting far more ᴅᴇʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ, the burned ones wanted her and he would D I E before they touched her. ❛ promise me you won't try to fight this battle alone? ❜ he knew her too well, she was ғɪᴇʀᴄᴇ and ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ but he was adamant to stand by her side no matter the dangers that surrounded.

[lindscys]

@herleads ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"i can take this one." the words came unprompted into the silence between the two women, erin only looking up from the papers she'd buried her head in once she'd said them. "if you'd rather not." she added for clarification, though it likely wasn't entirely needed. she knew just how hard it could be to separate the personal from the professional, and if it meant taking on a little more to help her out, then it was something that erin would be open to doing. the women of the force had to look out for one another, after all. "platt told me you're having a bit of a rough time of it at the moment." secrets didn't stay that way for very long at the district.

[danviers]

@herleads asked: i have a crime scene to process, so you'll have to excuse me. / mags

If the abundance of a - frame police barricades neatly sequestering the area in question hadn't been a dead giveaway into just who'd staked their claim for jurisdiction, the bold typeface of NCPD splashed across the backs of dozens of uniformed officers across the perimeter, to say nothing of Maggie's strikingly businesslike pushback, certainly was.

Sidled up by the vivid stripe of the crime scene tape that separated them ( undercover DEO from a swarm of first responders, herself from the closest thing she'd ever had to a professional partner ), Alex simply held the uneven angle of the harried, deep - amber glance cast back at her across the debris - littered tarmac with her head held high.

" Actually, this is a joint operation, " she interjected, resolved, as amenable as she could be with a fugitive Kalanorian on the loose, whatever the falsified flash of special agent, FBI at her hip had to say.

While she couldn't deny that the hypothetical opportunity to collaborate with Maggie again was one she'd been mulling over for weeks, that she'd found herself missing her company once the backbreaking detective work was through, the scene of such a slaughter hardly ranked in even her most bewildering of fledgling daydreams. " —— I thought that you said you were going to call me. "

[unprocione]

𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗟𝗗 ( @herleads ) is bandaging leon's wounds!

HIS  BLOODY  FINGERS  CURL  IN  THE  HAIR  AT  THE  NAPE  OF  HER  NECK,  leaving  smeared  prints  of  cardinal  red  on  the  surface  of  her  skin  as  he  moves  her  hair  out  of  her  eyes,  a  persistent  tremor  in  his  hands,  cold  hands  stark  white,  but  is  it  from  shock?  or  blood  loss,  or  the  desperate  grip  of  a  shotgun  in  hand,  too  tight?  It's  difficult  to  tell  when  Leon's  pooled  in  this  much  red,  difficult  to  tell  what  portion  of  it  belongs  to  him,  and  what  portion  of  it  belongs  to  the  pack  of  canine  carcasses  strewn  on  the  slate-grey  concrete.  He'd  been  overtaken,  in  a  struggle  spanning  minutes  that  had  felt  like  hours,  by  festering  police  dogs,  six,  or  eight,  roughly  judging  by  the  smoking  pieces  of  clotted  meat  and  clumps  of  matted  hair,  rotten  blood  sprayed  across  the  hood  of  a  nearby  squad  car.  The  muzzle  of  the  shotgun  by  his  side  is  still  hot  to  the  touch,  the  explosive  sound  had  rang  in  echo  and  reverberation  through  the  halls,  with  beats  of  silence,  too  long,  as  he  had  struggled  to  reload,  an  inefficient  weapon  against  apex  predators.

Leon  certainly  hadn't  been  counting  as  the  bodies  fell,  barely  able  to  keep  upright  even  when  pinned  back  against  the  gate,  weak  in  the  legs  then  and  he's  feverish  even  now,  his  skin  as  warm  as  the  gunmetal  beside  him.  His  eyes  don't  focus,  his  aim  was  shot,  and  more  ammo  spent  than  he  would  like;  it  would  come  back  to  bite  him  later.  Leon's  gaze  moves  from  eyelashes  to  the  curve  of  her  nose,  the  line  of  her  jaw  to  the  pendulum  swing  of  a  necklace  with  a  bright-blue  stone,  he  doesn't  look  further  than  that,  never  further  than  her,  focusing  on  Claire  alone,  port  in  a  storm  -  he  doesn't  need  to  see  the  jagged  bitemarks  to  know  they're  there,  he  can  feel  the  bitter  sting  humming  muscle-deep  where  sharp  teeth  had  sunk, pierced  and  torn  flesh in crude butchery.

❛  Well.  You  look  like  hell.  ❜  mumbles  Leon,  in  a  wry, exhausted  voice.