#cameron waters

[gattyswriting]

i’m fairly sure the guy on the right in the football jersey is supercars driver cameron waters

oscar isn’t wearing his usual monster cap here—there’s a white rope/piping on the brim. it’s a different hat.

cameron wears that particular cap

just saying

[ry-leno]

would you guys hate me if i wrote supercars fanfic.

[marcoszks]

[duck7]

[v8supercargifs]

[striking-reyes]

Take What You Can Carry| Stryker & Cameron

Stryker forced himself to get ready. Sure, all day he tried to psych himself up to go out and do god knows what dirty deeds but somehow, he still wasn't buying it. A large part of him didn't want to leave his apartment. He wanted to just stay in and continue his marathon of Doctor Who, cuddled up on his couch with a blanket wrapped around his body. But he refused. His funk had crippled him long enough. He wasn't going to stay down. There was no way.

Clothes weren't essential. None of the drunk bar flies paid attention to what the gift was wrapped it but rather the gift itself. Physically, he was set. There was barely anything unappealing about him and his charm was just icing on the cake. He was set, regardless of what everyone else thought.

By time he was finished getting ready, it was edging close to ten o'clock and Cameron hadn't arrived yet. This, for the most part, worried him. She said she wanted to stay with him for a few days. In female lingo, that meant she had to pack for a month or so. Hopefully she didn't want any help. He wasn't in the mood to carry shit up to his apartment, even if there was an elevator to his disposal.

He sat on his couch, Doctor Who playing in the background as he waited. As the minutes ticked by, it looked like his night in was becoming more of a reality.