#travis can’t hackett

[chobit92]

[spw-art]

[falsemortal]

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[lovesomehate]

Travis+Laura incorrect texts 4/?

[joonbuggiie]

Early morning, After 🐺 hunt 🌙

OML this took like 2 weeks to make, lots of trial and error but ultimately I’m very happy with it!

I found a crew members post that mentioned Travis likes Romance books and uses them as an escape from his current life- so I’d imagine after a night of hunting- and subsequently failing to end his family’s curse he just heads back to the station and Cope™

[hope-to-hell]

In the Golden Hour. Travis Hackett x Reader. Smut, riding, angst. Can’t fix the past, can’t see the future. So what’s left?

He’s not pretty— never has been— but like this he’s goddamned gorgeous. He’s all taut lines and sweat and a red flush that crawls up his chest like wildfire. Lean down and lick the salt caught deep in his crows’ feet; remind him that every year lived is another year survived. Remind him, because he sure as hell won’t remember for himself.

When he reached back to wrap his hands around the bars and husked out is this what you wanted there was little of the holy in him but there was that sunlight seeping through the narrow windows; there was the creak and squeal of his chair as he settled into a pose that left his body open and his mind dancing on the edge of something new.

And now.

Travis. Focus. Cmon. Look at me. He does, and the sun catches the brown of his eyes just so; there’s a warmth there that all his secrets and his high-built walls haven’t yet hidden away. It’s not gentleness nor kindness, but something nearly so: memory, devotion, and just the thinnest thread of hope. Cmon. His shirt’s half open already but now it falls away completely with your fingers whispering soft over the buttons; he’s flushed from neck to navel and his eyes are fixed on you even as he’s straining for contact.

Well aren’t you something.

The thing is, he could bring his hands down at any time; he could open his fly and plant himself deep, but he won’t. Not like this, not unless you asked it of him. He might not know much about trust, or even plain and open conversation, but he does know the feel of a moment outside of time. He knows how the golden hour brings out the hidden and the lost parts of men and makes them tangible, if only for a moment. And so he grips the cell bars until his knuckles go white.

In a hundred years none of this will matter.

It matters now. It matters to me.

And that’s the bitch of it all, isn’t it? The world won’t look sideways at a handful of bodies in the woods; animals are animals and meat is meat, in the end. But this is Travis and his family and the land that binds his blood; this is duty and honor and, somehow, love. And when the moon rises he’ll be out there hunting with the memory of you dried and itching on his skin. But for now he’s here with his heels against the concrete, not even trying to hide the way his hips twitch upward.

Maybe tomorrow we’ll be dead.

Yeah, maybe. And maybe tomorrow we’ll be free.

Maybe he’s not so intimidating below the belt; he’s one hundred percent average and at fifty-six he’s got plenty of grey among his coarse hairs, but goddamn if he doesn’t know how to use what he’s got. He smirks like the devil’s own when he clocks the tremble in your thighs; that sense memory comes flooding back and he’s so close you can’t help but clench around the near future where you sink down onto him and let him fully in.

Gorgeous. Fucking gorgeous. And it’s you with the words falling like rain, hitched and scratching around the roll of his hips as he plants his feet and finds what leverage he can. And in between the gasps and grunts are the unspoken words, the secret words: be careful. Come back in one piece. Come back to me. Maybe there’ll be another chance at that cozy little cabin in the woods, autumn rain drumming on the roof and a nest of blankets by the fire. Maybe you’ll let rainlight stream through the window and paint him blue like a dream; maybe he’ll sigh awake in the early hours with a half-spoken curse as his body protests against sleeping on the floor.

But it doesn’t do to look beyond the present, not when tomorrow could find him dead or worse. He knows it, too: he feels mortality crawling oily up his bones and it drives him deep inside you with every tendon in his body tight and thrumming. Can’t fix the past, can’t see the future. So what’s left?

What’s left is a kiss that tastes of coffee and salt, ragged breaths, and the maybe that you’ve tried so hard to kill but still keeps creeping in. What’s left is the way that same kiss shivers him apart til his hands slip sweaty on the bars, but somehow he holds on even as he finds his peak and blows right by it, fucking in deep until he physically can’t any longer.

Y’didnt—

Tch. Gotta save something for after. Sure, maybe it’s magical thinking, but it’s about all you’ve got. And so there are no goodbyes, only be careful out there. He’s all silence and long shadows when he leaves, cut deep by the fading light. And then he’s gone.

[ignify-caligo]

Caleb and Kaylee: Can we go out to get icecream?

Travis: Did you ask Chris?

Caleb and Kaylee: Dad said no.

Travis: Then why did you ask me?

Caleb and Kaylee: He’s not the boss of you, uncle.

Travis, internally: It’s a trap, it’s a trap, it’s a trap.

[edmcmayonnaise]

Am I the only one that thinks that the reason Travis is keeping Laura and Max in the jail is because he already tried the whole talking and explaining the werewolf situation thing with the lost hikers, and they ended up dead because they didn’t listen, and so he doesn’t want another repeat? He’s literally trying to just do anything he can to keep them safe?

[chobit92]

[lovesomehate]

Travis+Laura moments (out of order) 21/?

[jesuschristwhatsgoingon]

May I please fuck the police?Respectfully with consent for Travis “Raimi-Rail me” Hackett.Those who say they wouldn’t fuck him are absolute cowards.

[yeah-ive-heard-of-bears]

If you ship laura and Travis do NOT interact with this blog. Do not try to defend it to me. Dni means dni. That includes reblogging and making fun of my post or commenting trying to claim it’s ok bc they’re not real. I disagree wholeheartedly, I will not change my mind, you cannot change my mind, it’s very upsetting and I don’t want anyone interacting with this blog if they think it’s ok. PLEASE just block me and move on.

[howdydarling]

SLAMS HANDS DOWN

i wanna write an AU where the summer camp is long abandoned, the land long up for sale after a tragedy that took place there years ago. people say it’s haunted, but you don’t know about that. and anyway, it would be a great place to urban explore, maybe spend a few nights there.

turns out those rumors about hauntings are just as bonafide as they are bizarre.

GHOST HACKETTS GHOST COUNSELORS

GHOST FUCKING 🫣🫣🫣

[fangirlapril2004]

SKSKSKAK THAT TED GIF!! SOMEONE ASK THE MAN TO SLUT DROP FOR US 😩

I just choked on my water 💀⚰️⚰️ dude, I saw my life flash before my eyes for a second 💀

Lmfaoo this has me creased 😭⚰️ thank you for the laugh anon! 😂♥️ This fandom is in ruins, how are we all simping for this? 😭

Here’s the gif anon is referencing incase anyone missed this piece of gold: travis gif

[mvncesa]

… quarry verse decker (as a werewolf) just Mildly Inconveniencing travis

[biggestxsimps]

could you do the quarry guys reacting to reader getting attacked by werewolves? can you also make it angsty, thank u!

A/N: ofc, thanks for the request! I tried to make it angsty, idk if I did it right though. Also I know it’s been a while since we’ve posted, we’ve both been caught up with our lives. After this, I hope to be able to post a little more frequently. Thank you for your patience!

Please be aware this fic contains: Mentions of blood, gore, violence and spoilers. 

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Ryan Erzahler:

He shouldn’t have let you come with him and Laura, you weren’t already infected like she was and neither had the desire to save Chris.

But no matter how he felt you persisted that you go with him.

You wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get harmed.

That brings us to now, Ryan’s been infected and you were on the hunt for Chris.

The three of you walked into a dark room, you stopping near the door with Ryan “How are you feeling?” You hold him up.

“I’ve been better.” He muttered.

Laura moved into the middle of the room “I think we found Chris.” she looked into the darkness.

You and Ryan follow Laura, seeing a werewolf Chris tied up to a pole.

Ryan was about to speak when Chris charged at us, breaking through the floor.

Chris was on top of you trying to maul you while Laura had just begun to transform.

Ryan ducked for the table, quickly grabbing the gun.

Laura jumped towards Travis, attempting to attack him.

Ryan looked over to the now werewolf Laura until he heard a blood-curdling scream. He whipped his head over to you, watching as your organs were ripped out of your torso.

He yelled as he lifted the gun, shooting Chris.

He watched as his manager dropped to the ground.

Laura had turned back and begun to thank Travis for sparing her while Ryan just dropped.

He held his now-dead lover in his shaking arms.

“I’m so sorry..” He muttered through broken sobs. “I shouldn’t have let you come.”

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Dylan Lenivy:

Ryan and Laura had just left for the Hackett house and Kaitlyn, Dylan, Abi and I had gone out to check if we could leave with the van.

The four of us made it to the van and Kaitlyn decided that Abi should hide in the bunker.

As she was walking down, the rest of us walked towards the van.

“I don’t know if it’s just me, but the van looks like it’s moving?” Dylan points out.

“You’re right.” Kaitlyn lifts the gun “Open the door.” she nudges you.

You cautiously walk over to the van, ghosting your hand over the handle, you look towards Kaitlyn as she nods your way.

You start to push down the handle when the door aggressively opens from the inside, throwing you far into the dirt.

You rush back to try and get behind Kaitlyn as the werewolf jumps towards you. You turn around, face to face with the werewolf as you yell for Kaitlyn.

“SHOOT IT!” Dylan yells.

Kaitlyn shakes as she tries to fix her aim onto the werewolf.

You cry out as its sharp teeth tear into you, ripping through your limbs.

“SHOOT IT KAITLYN!” Dylan screams before it tears into your torso, clawing out your organs.

Kaitlyn shoots the werewolf, a shivering screech being heard before it jumps and runs off into the woods.

Dylan can’t help but stare at your now lifeless and dismembered body. His heart dropping and his eyes watering at the sight.

He mutters a mantra of ‘No’ and ‘Please’ as he drops down beside your mutilated corpse.

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Jacob Custos:

(Maybe a bit too inspired by his interaction with Emma but that's alright)

You were walking around an unfamiliar part of the forest you had run into trying to shake off the werewolf on your tail.

You look around hoping to find someone or something to help you find somewhere safe to camp the night out.

It took a while but you eventually found a figure that looked human.

You ran to the figure, noticing it was Jacob upon getting closer.

He turns your way as you call out his name, remaining still as you hold onto him.

“You’re alive!” You exclaim, pulling away to look at him. Your hand resting on his cold cheek.

“No, I’m not?” He responds dryly. He pulls away, “I’m- I’m nothing..”

“What do you-” “Stop it!”

You take a step back as Jacob starts hysterically cry-laughing, words becoming incoherent.

His voice lowers and words start sounding more inhuman. 

You watch in horror as your boyfriend’s body bursts into blood, the familiar look of a werewolf now charging your way.

You scream as your body’s mauled by the man you loved. All noise stops as the sharp teeth rip into your neck, throwing your head off to the side. 

The sun rises and waking back up in his own body, Jacob sees the bleeding head of his lover, glancing at the torn corpse beside it.

He falls down beside you, moving to rest his head on your chest, tears falling down his cheeks as he whispers apologies to your deaf ears.

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Nick Furcillo:

You and Emma never got along but you never thought she would stoop this low.

Everyone knew that you and Nick had something going on, even if the two of you never outwardly said it.

You shake your head, maybe you were overreacting a bit.

You lift your gaze, cursing as you realize you have no idea where you are.

You turn around, trying to retrace your steps before you hear a faint voice calling out your name.

You smile as you recognize the Aussie’s unmistakable voice.

“Over here!” You call back. 

He pants as he stops in front of you.

“Sorry, got a little too serious for me.” You look off to the sky.

“Yeah, I understand.” He shoots a half smile, moving closer to you.

You look his way at the sound of the steps.

Your faces now inches apart and eyes locked together.

You both move closer before-

“HGGRRR”

Your heads turn, now being faced with a terrifying humanoid figure. 

“RUN!” You hear Nick yell before sprinting in the opposite direction of the beast.

You stand for a second before your legs find the strength to run.

You start turning and twisting through trees to try and trick it, somehow catching it off guard a couple times.

You drop down behind a rock, trying to hold your breath as you hear the ragged breathing and scratchy growls approach. 

Your head feels airy and your lungs feel like they’re going to explode, you can’t hold it any longer.

Tears start falling down your cheeks as you attempt to silently let your breath out, failing as you choke on the collected saliva in your mouth.

You hear a screech before it starts crawling towards you. 

You stumble on your feet before eventually pulling yourself up and running towards Nick.

You were so close.

Your body hits the ground as it jumps on your back, it’s clawed hands slamming your head into the dirt. 

“Y/N!” Nick screams, running towards you as the beast rips into your body.

The beast leaps onto him biting a chunk out of his leg before the sound of a gunshot echoed into his ears. 

He watched as it ran away, quickly glancing at your unmoving body before pushing himself backwards and wobbly running to the campfire.

Tears flowing as he collapses in front of the other counselors.

“Nick?! What hap-” “Y/N!” He frantically bawls. “I- He’s- Help him!” His choked out sobs becoming incoherent.

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A/N: Sorry if the pacing is weird or if it doesn't flow that well, I wrote these half-asleep. 

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