#sfcwilliams

[trackra]

@sfcwilliams  ♥  itty bitty soft sc.

    ".. I like this," the hunter hummed gently, bowing forward just enough to rest their forehead against the back of Anita's shoulder. “Being near you."

[deathchasing]

@sfcwilliams cnt’d x

[txt 10:52pm]: JAJAJA take it easy i just wanted rev’s number and he wouldn’t give it to me [txt 10:52pm]: i did still change all her contacts tho so good luck figuring out which butt is which [txt 10:53pm]: dude killed her parents or smth didn’t he? what do they even text about? hey rev it’s loba wanna grab some ice cream with me and bangs LOL u guys are fuckin wacko i love it

[thenxmbersprogram]

@sfcwilliams

Alex came around ready to start his day when he saw someone fresh in the area. A new teammate maybe? Either way he approached her

"Sup. You the new person to the team?" He inquired

[vanishngact]

@sfcwilliams​ said: “ anything that gets in my way is going down ”

“h-hah, that’s what i’m talkin’ about--” breathless when he skids to a stumbling halt at bangalore’s left--still riding the ear-ringing high of making it out the other side of a particularly hectic firefight--and not even mortally wounded! should he have survived the sprint between bangalore and gibraltar’s combined airstrikes? debatable. was it cool as hell? god you hope so.

“love the uh--the energy!--hooo okay i need a breather...” one hand to knee, other coming up in loose surrendering gesture. at the same time, notices the line of embers catching along sleeve, and frantically pats the fabric out. and then takes not of the intensity coming off teammate in waves. “--do we have to run the whole way?” and then lower, under his breath as he shakes off the dust in a little half-jog; “...i shoulda’ done my stretches.” he tries not to let the whine edge into his voice; loves winning, not sure he loves how hard anita is willing to drive them into the ground to get there--this much is always certain when they squad up. not that he was gonna admit it, but it also probably meant they were gonna win.

hand smoothes aside mussed, ashy hair ( you want a shower like, yesterday ), and he casts glance over his shoulder--like he’s expecting octane’s team to come stumbling out of the ring after them. and when he returns his gaze, bangalore might as well be a yard ahead of him in pace. adjusts disheveled outfit as he falls back into a jog to try to catch up.

“--wait, are we good--are you mad at me? you kinda seem like you might be mad at me. is this about the thermite grenade earlier? the wind threw off my aim, anita--”

[synthmama]

@sfcwilliams​ said: ❝ i would never get between a girl and her snacks. ❞ //  [meme]

“That so?” Suspicion blooms in her stare, but it’s veiled easily enough between a playful lilt that brushes over like smoke; a slow curve of the mouth that just barely manages to crinkle the eyes. She knows a feint when she sees one. She isn’t intending to lose focus on her quarry -- instead, she’ll opt for distract Anita’s focus from it instead. “Might wanna be careful. You’re not looking much different from one.” 

[teleidoscopic]

@sfcwilliams said:  “I’m just trying to stay real about all this.” // MEME (ACCEPTING).

“Hah. And where is the fun in that?” Revelations have earned a measure of forthrightness from her when it comes to Anita, but old habits still die hard. It feels like instinct to follow it up with the thrill of a good mystery, but instead, Loba only purses her mouth. Her wrist rotates, staff spinning in a lazy, wide arc in her grasp as if in some small measure trying to maintain the illusion of motion and progress. “I know well enough the realities and risks that come with this little arrangement. I don’t need a refresher.” 

[synthmama]

13. a kiss on the lips.

spots to kiss // accepting.

miss williams.... is cheating at this game....

[honorrwolf]

|| closed starter for @sfcwilliams

Call it the paranoia deeply instilled into him or the extra sixth sense of just knowing when someone is watching but he can feel the eyes upon him. Upon the legends drop ship, returning after a long match, it could be anyone. Crypto doesn’t dare look up, in fact he gives no indication that he’s being watched as he stares stonefaced at his computer screen. His fingers rapidly flying across the keyboard as he inputs long strings of data.

The sound of footsteps approaching, however, does make his shoulder grow tense and he keeps a close eye upon the reflection on his screen. When Bangalore’s image appears a frown knits his eyebrows together, his mind curious and whirring. For what reason would she be approaching him? He thought it would be someone like Mirage or even Octane, coming to pester him, but is she is here... it means she wants something.

He just has to figure out what.

“Need something?” He asks after a moment or two, not lifting his gaze away from the reflection on his screen. “If you do, make it quick. I’m quite busy right now.”