#Travis hackett

[capibarovnaaa]

[lunaticus-platina]

Me showing off my comfort character:

Behold, the permanently stressed out man whom I throw into various hellish scenarios just to see him crawl out bloodied and murderous

[polarolds]

Hackett's Quarry Forever! 🏕️

(a "what if laura and max just went to the goddamn harbinger motel" moment)

[embraceyourdestiny]

Just realized how fucked up it is that Eliza puts blood on her face to find Silas because that can only be HIS blood. Which means she bleeds her own boy, just like the hackett’s bleed their infected. Something something exploitation from the ones that “love” you to protect themselves. Ma making Travis be a crooked cop to “keep the family safe”. The entire family putting all the stress on Chris to keep this camp running in dangerous circumstances, because I’m sure he worried about someone getting out and attacking children because they did attack civilians at points. Caleb and Kaylee forced to work at their family business as children despite at the least Kaylee wanting to run away. Hmm. Hmm.

[dorkszn]

just testing to see if the quarry fandom is alive. please like this if you see it.

[elklounge]

Travis Hackett/Ted Raimi was originally supposed to have a scene/script part mentioning that Travis is a romance novel enthusiast. Here is the concept art of it done by @/wes_nike_illustrator on Instagram.

Thank you to discord user: cleucas for showing me this omg.

Close up of both novels.

[yappacadaver]

Yeah... my old man squad....

[m1lch3nk4tz3]

i thought it would be interesting if he were in a different police uniform. u know... awww

grumpy cat >:-(

who else likes he?

[sufferthesea]

Flash Fiction Friday #18 (The Quarry)

Word: Rumor

Pairing: Travis Hackett x Reader, Travis Hackett x You

Warnings: Mentions of verbal abuse/trauma, abusive parents. This went from a character study to a meet-cute.

There was a rumor around town that something strange was going on with the Hackett family. They had always been a strange bunch, but things had really gotten weird in the last few years. 

Travis had always been on edge, even when he was just grocery shopping or walking around town. He now seemed more than on edge. It felt like he could explode at any given time. If someone said the wrong word, made the wrong face at him, breathed too loudly … But what could have happened that would have changed him so much? 

Perhaps it had just been too much, living with that family. You knew that the Hackett matriarch was far from motherly. You’d heard her screaming from inside the cars the Hackett boys used to drive her around. She never had a kind word to say. And her sons, Chris and Travis, always looked so defeated whenever they came into town. Occasionally, they’d loosen up after a while, if they didn’t have their mother breathing down their neck, but it never lasted long. As soon as they hit the checkout line, or finished their meal, or caught sight of their car parked in the lot, they tensed up. Shoulders, jaws, everything. 

The Hackett boys simply could not rest with their mother around. 

It had always been like that, though. People loved to gossip in town, and no one gossiped more than waitresses and bartenders. You’d visited one of Fishkill’s only cafes almost daily and gotten an earful about the Hacketts every time. The gossip only stopped when Chris or Travis would come in, though they never stayed for long. If they weren’t picking up a meal to go, they were sitting in a corner booth, eyes down, staring coldly into their drinks. It always felt like a forest when a bobcat is hiding – like everything is holding its breath, waiting for the predator to pounce. 

You knew neither Travis nor Chris were predators, though. They were kind, even if they were a little rough around the edges. Travis more so than Chris. Chris got to practice his people skills by running the summer camp up at Hackett’s Quarry, but Travis was mostly stuck dealing with lost tourists and kids trespassing on private property. Maybe he had a reason to be so grumpy all the time. He rarely saw the good side of humanity. He always had to deal with the side of the community that everyone else tried to hide. 

Protect and Serve. That was the motto of the police force. How much of a toll did that take on a person? You wondered if Travis ever felt like he was the only person keeping Fishkill safe. If he kept like he was the only person keeping his family safe. You hated to admit it, but he was probably right. Who else would put their lives on the line for the Hackett parents? They were sour-faced and sharp-tongued. It must’ve been hard growing up in a home like that, to still be tied to it even as an adult. You couldn’t imagine what Travis and Chris must’ve done to survive that house. 

The not-knowing was killing you, but you didn’t dare go up to Chris or Travis and ask them about their lives, especially not their childhood. It wasn’t your business, and you doubted you’d even get an answer from them. It’d also blow up any chance you had to actually getting to know them, particularly Travis. You couldn’t be so nosy with such a reserved man like that. One false step and he’d retreat back into his shell and ignore you forever. (You’d seen him do that with one or two people from Fishkill who’d asked too many questions that Travis didn’t like.) There was really only one thing you could do to get on his good side. 

You waited until a day where Travis was alone in the cafe, sitting in the booth, waiting to order. Chris wasn’t anywhere in sight, and you were secretly grateful for that. Chris talked enough for the both of them if someone started a conversation, but that meant Travis had a means of escape. A chatty brother allowed Travis to never say a word, which was not what you wanted. 

You waved a waitress over and ordered a coffee, asking her to send it over to Travis. She gave you a funny look and quirked an eyebrow. 

“You sure you want to do that?” 

“Yes,” you said firmly. 

“You trying to get him to open up to you? It won’t work.” 

“I’m just trying to be nice. I’m sure he could use a nice gesture.” 

“You’re barking up the wrong tree, sweetheart.” 

“Just send him a coffee, will you? And I’d like my check, please.” 

The waitress shrugged and left to get a coffee. She dropped the check off at your table, and the coffee at Travis’s. He looked up at her, momentarily confused. You could see he was trying to work out why she’d brought him a coffee when he hadn’t ordered yet. Then, he seemed to just accept that the waitress knew his order, because he didn’t even ask her why she’d brought it to him. He just took a sip of the black coffee and ordered his food. 

The waitress glanced over at you, shrugged, and mouthed, “I told you so.” 

Your face burned with embarrassment, but you pushed it down. You weren’t here to get praise or to be seen as some type of hero. You just wanted to do a nice gesture. Maybe the coffee was a little too subtle, but it didn’t matter. You still knew about it, and that’s all that mattered. 

You fumbled through your wallet for exact change when a voice startled you. 

“Are you the one that sent me that coffee?” 

Your attention snapped upward to the towering figure of Travis Hackett, who now stood beside your booth. You swallowed hard at the sight of him so close. It occurred to you that he’d never actually spoken directly to you before. 

“Yes,” you managed. 

His cold eyes studied you for a moment, as if he were trying to assess if you were a problem. He must have decided you weren’t because he stonily said, “Thank you.” 

You beamed. “You’re wel–” 

“Don’t do it again.” 

“Oh. I’m sorry.” 

“I can buy my own coffee.” 

You blushed in embarrassment. “I know that. But you shouldn’t have to. You do a lot to keep this community safe, so … I just thought it’d be nice.” 

“It was nice, but I don’t want you spending your money on me. Understand?” 

“Yes,” you said in a small voice. It felt like you were being reprimanded by a teacher. 

“Good. Have a safe rest of your day.” He returned to his booth and sat down, the waitress arriving nearly at the same time to give him his food. As she passed by your booth, you shoved the soft paper bills and loose change at her. 

“Here.” 

“Don’t need it.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Your bill’s already been covered.” The corners of her mouth twisted in a knowing smirk. 

“By who?” 

“Guess.” 

You glanced across the cafe at Travis, who didn’t look up once. You turned back to the waitress. “Are you serious?” 

“I never thought I’d live to see the day. Don’t go getting a big head about it, now, though. You go blabbing about it, he’ll never do it again.” 

“Cross my heart. Will you tell him I said thank you?” 

“Nope. I’m gonna pretend I don’t know anything about it. But you go on ahead and get out of here before he regrets doing it.” 

You stuffed the money back into your bag and leaped up from the booth. You tried your hardest (and mostly failed) to not look at Travis one last time before you left the cafe. Maybe Travis wouldn’t be so hard to get to know as everyone thought it would be.

[armed-saphire]

[capibarovnaaa]

[stagbeetleboy]

Mutally assured is a achievement awarded for getting Laura and Travis to kill each other🏆

[glamrockdreams]

Bitches be like

"The production team knew exactly what they were doing they made him slutty on purpose there is no other excuse"

And it'll just be a middle aged man covered in blood

[walkinroadkillz]

wasted an hour on this and need someone to tell me I'm funny 😔

[ghostradiodylan]

The times get ever more trying, but we persevere.

TQ text post memes! :3

[yappacadaver]

Everyone's favorite drunkard maniac