#just hackearney things

[cellard0ors]

Posting a snippet to let people know I'm not dead and despite my current hyper fixation being on Sonic, that I still work on hackearney fic and that I might write a Sonic fic at some point, don't judge me

Travis hates Christmas.

Okay, that's not entirely accurate. It's not so much that he hates it. Better to say it's not a holiday he particularly enjoys. True, the WORST holiday for him is Thanksgiving - his mother's relentless criticism of him unceasing - but Christmas carries a similar vibe.

As an officer of the law, he's had to deal with some of the more heart-wrenching crimes around Christmas and then had to turn around only to witness his family's merriment from the outside looking in. Mainly because Chris had a family of his own, with a wife and kids and things he could never have.

Or rather, things he wanted, but lost. In that first year after Laura disappeared, he'd actually been stupid enough to buy her a present. He hasn't told her this, and he doesn't want to, because it's embarrassing and sure to ignite pity within her.

Mainly because it's so pitiful. The fact he actually went out and got a gift for the first girl he loved and lost and thought maybe, just maybe, would come back. Or that he'd find. Or whatever idiotic thing he had thought back then.

[rixareth]

If your still accepting requests, Hackearney where they were dating but Travis broke things off thinking it was best for her but then realizing he can’t be without her 😭❤️

His family’s gone; there’s no one left to save. Going after Silas won’t change anything. Travis will end up dead, or he’ll end up a werewolf, or he’ll just end up with one more pointless corpse at his feet.

But it’s like an itch, every month. It’s like his own version of a wolf transformation; he sees the full moon in the sky and he gets a taste for blood.

He was able to keep it at bay, for a while, when he was with Laura. But he’s pushed her away, and here he is again, shotgun in hand, hearing the call of the woods.

“Tell me not to do this,” he says aloud.

Laura doesn’t answer. Of course she doesn’t; she’s not here.

He shoulders his shotgun and walks out into the night.

[lilibethdrawsreylo]

Sleep, Water Lily | Hackearney | Chapter 15

As for Travis and Laura, they’d just have to show up, and show up they did, driving up to the house when the afternoon light had barely started to change. The moment Travis opened the front door, however, it became clear that things weren’t going according to plan. Constance was home.

[burning-peanut]

A small appreciation Post ✨

With the upcoming deadline for the next Hackearney Exchange, I would like to make a little appreciation Post for my (probably) all-time-favorite Hackearney Fanfiction 'Body and Soul' by @neglected-houseplant

(Fanart from the one and only @falsemortal , commissioned by myself)

The storys from the Exchange last year where absolutely awesome and I loved them all, but this particular story hast a special place in my heart ever since. I’m not kidding when I say I read it over 40 times (just looked it up on my history and yep - that’s true). It’s so well written, the whole setting is just amazing and if you haven’t read it, u should really check it out!

I absolutely adore the hackearney hivemind bc of the awesome people I met here, I love spending time with you guys, reading your storys, seeing your awesome fanart and just being part of this bubble really means a lot to me! 🤍

I’m sooo looking forward to the day when the next storys from the upcoming Exchange will be released, but until then go check out this AWESOME story! 🥰

‘Body and Soul’ by neglected_houseplant, Chapter 2: Rainy Days and Mondays

A cold breeze shifted the drapes, prickling the skin on Laura’s neck and arms; a quiet sigh blew by her ear, and with a blink, Laura was no longer in a rotting room. The room was polished and gleaming like the day it was first built; the carpet plush under her feet and a great fire crackling behind her in the hearth. The vision was overwhelming, clouding her senses. A thick fog had descended on her mind and some invisible string was tugging through through it.

The door behind her swung open, revealing Travis in a plaid, fitted vest and tailored trousers that suited him far more than Laura liked to admit. She was used to his polyester uniform or worn, scrappy flannel. His eyes were dark and heated - her pulse leapt, he had never looked at her like that. Like she was something to be caught, to be devoured; something wanted. Her skin tingled at the prospect.

‘What are you doing here?’ Her voice was pulled out of her; smaller, more demur than she ever felt in her life. Like someone else entirely was speaking.

Travis shut the door behind him, straightening the vest he wore over a crisp button-down. Lips curling into a predatory grin, ‘I could ask you the same thing.’

He prowled towards her, his shoulders and muscles working together in a way she had never noticed before. Like a panther stalking its prey. Her eyes fluttered as his hands cupped her face, his mouth soft and warm against hers. A feeling of want coursed through her blood, electric and uncontrolled; her body growing needy against her will. The kiss deepened - her mouth pressing on his, her tongue slipping past his lips. He moaned into the kiss, wrapping an arm around her waist; pulling her flush to him. Turning and walking them back, hitting the door with a small thud.

Her mind flailed against the heat throbbing between her legs for him. This should not feel this good. Shoved up against a wall, gasping at his touch; this was Travis. Grumpy, fussy, locked her up for two months Travis. A thigh was pressed between her legs, and a stiff bulge growing against her hip. Laura whimpered at the friction, her hips rocking involuntarily. Her head thrown back, as he used the opportunity to hoist her leg up to his hip and leave hot kisses down her throat. The skin cooling the second his mouth left it.

[Read on AO3]

[lionheart-giddings]

first and foremost, i want to say that your perception of a power imbalance is very skewed. laura only has the opportunity to kill travis a few times. nearly all of those are with a gun, as opposed to the instances where travis can overpower her and kill her. the only time she can kill him without the use of a fucking fire arm is when she's a werewolf.

she may be in "power" but she's still in fucking danger. travis knows what he's doing is wrong and that she has every right to be pissed at him. so why the hell does he cut her to ribbons with the mirror for trying to defend herself in chapter 7? he's an untrustworthy cop, and he never sees her as an equal. an equal wouldn't withhold information and put you in proximity of a dangerous monster, causing you to lose your eye. laura was literally fighting with him as he chained her to the fucking pipe, she didn't want to be there. just because she had a few instances where she was stronger than him does not negate the majority of the story where she was ultimately trapped and held captive by him. yall seem to forget that she lost two fucking months of her life to him. two months she will never get back. and to someone as young as her, that's detrimental.

i find it funny that you say this, with how grossly misinterpreted her character is by yall. i never see thirsty posts about siobhan or laura posted by you hackearney shippers. it's somehow always ted! you guys must appreciate her in quiet if you love her just as much as travis.

the only thing i can agree with you on are the traits you've listed for her. however, i fail to see hackearney shippers adhere to them and correctly characterize laura...and travis. the minute laura shows any indication of overpowering travis, it causes him to react violently. not "uwu submissive cop man". he's a very real threat to her when cornered, as is she. I'd also like to ask you what it is that drives her determination that you love so much. oh yeah, saving max and herself. her determination is never once fueled by anything remotely related to travis, and she can in fact be done with everything once chris is dead.

it's also really funny to see you say that it's not "boring". i've seen way better executed enemies to lovers ships than this. it's not hard to do. what i have seen hackearney shippers do is take jabs at lauramax for being too "vanilla". it's ironic, considering the standard you guys seem to set for your angsty ships. what's more angsty than your loved one turning into a monster and dooming you to the same fate, while the moral guilt eats away at them? if anything, Laura's badassery shines through greater through the lens of any other ship outside hackearney. she's the one who takes charge in every instance travis isn't around. we never get to see that when he's present.

just stop pretending you care about laura as a character and admit to using her to project onto. y/n fics suck most of the time, and since all you hackearney shippers are connoisseurs of finner things, you'd much rather use a well fleshed out character to live out your ted raimi fantasies.

[cellard0ors]

@cbrcbbr made new hackearney art and it just made me remember that these actually happened:

And that they're one of the greatest things that ever happened to me and that I'm truly blessed.

[tedrailmi]

To all the antis I've seen arguing the same thing over and over again;

If we wanted to self-insert, we would simply go for a Travis x reader fic. Trust me, there is plenty of content for that out there already.

And you don't have to know much about this fandom to see that Travis and Ted are nothing alike. Personality-wise, they're polar opposites. Although Ted beautifully brought this character to life in the game, he's obviously not the only reason why we love Travis and ship Hackearney.

We ship Hackearney because we love Laura and Travis' relationship. That's it.

Whether you like it or not, it's a central point of the Quarry storyline. The only way to kill Silas and end the whole curse once and for all, is to make Laura and Travis get along and trust each other. Remember that Max doesn't even need to be alive to achieve this ending.

IMHO, Laura and Travis have the most complex and well-developed relationship arc in the game. They go from strangers, to enemies, to partners in crime.

And the power imbalance?? Glorious. But not in the way anyone would expect it. The not-so-evil cop imprisons the damsel not-so-in-distress. He starts opening up to her. She tricks him, gets a gun or syringe in hand. She's in power now. And she escapes. When they team up, he hands her his shotgun, asking her to shoot him if she wants to - giving her complete power over him. But she chooses not to do it, of course.

Sure, it's a bit fucked up.

But it's also not fucking boring. It's nothing like we've seen before. It's thrilling. It's a little bit of hate, a little bit of tension, a little bit of trust and respect for each other despite their differences and disagreements. And it's full of potential. Love and hate is a popular combinaton in the shipping world - nothing new about that.

And one last point: thinking that we ship Hackearney for self-insert is a total disrespect towards BAMF Laura Kearney. Antis fail to realize how much we love Laura, just as much as Travis. She's cunning, smart, strong and determined. She's cooler than all of us, and most certainly cooler than you. I don't even want to compare myself to her lmao.

If you don't ship Hackearney, that's fine. What isn't fine however, is people constantly harrassing us and actually spending more time posting hate on it rather than creating content for their own ships and minding their own damn business. Do yall realize that it's just fictional characters from a video game that was released more than one year ago that most people have already forgotten about?? There's people dying out there, Kim. Let us enjoy our stupid little ship in our safe little space in peace.

Josh Washington x Chris Hartley (Climbing Class)

1. they're so iconic, so cute, so tragic. just the true otp

Laura Kearney x Travis Hackett (Hackearney)

1. they have a cool dynamic. they could be a battle couple!

[cellard0ors]

80’s Hackearney Drabble idea, comin’ in hot!

Snack Time at Hackett’s Quarry

- popsicles or soft serve ice cream maybe?

- maybe something more wholesome, like juicy watermelon slices that inevitably dribble down someone’s chin?

- do the campers and counsellors ever have to do their own baking, and if so, poor young Travis having to put up with various “bun in oven” and “buttered muffin” jokes from the others

Hell yes, sweet treats!

It's the second Saturday in June at Hackett's Summer Camp and apparently it's known as Sweet Saturday. Laura's informed that this is the day all the campers work on making sweet treats to trade with one another.

The treats don't have to be particularly difficult - just fun to put together. Laura's never considered herself much of a cook - hell, before this she wasn't even a very good waitress, aka the person who delivers the food - but luckily she gets the youngest campers.

The idea of using fruit juice to make easy popsicles via ice trays pleases them immensely and even Laura finds herself having fun as she helps the little kids carefully pour their chosen juice into the tray's little cups - sticking toothpicks in their centers.

As the evening rolls in the treats start being swapped and Laura can't help but feel a glow of pride as she sees the tiny popsicles floating around among the cookies, muffins, and slices of cake.

The cake really intrigues her, as it doesn't look like an ordinary cake, which she discovers is the truth when she's presented with a slice by Chris, "Here! Take some icebox cake!"

It's always beyond bizarre when Laura is faced with a young Chris. After all, he was - in many ways - the kick off for her woes in 2021. But now, in 1986, he's young and innocent and eager to please as he forces the small paper plate on her, "C'mon - join T and me. We've got a great spot!"

Laura gamely follows along, seeing Travis resting against a tall, thick tree near the dock. Travis is picking at his food, as if unsatisfied with it when he catches sight of her with his sibling.

His back goes ramrod straight even as he pushes his glasses by the bridge up his nose. He gives her that awkward (annoying) endearing (goofy) smile as he greets her with a quiet, "Uh, hey."

"Hey." Laura returns just as noncommittally even as Chris takes a seat next to Travis and beams, "Brought Laura over to snack with us. Hope that's okay."

Travis shoots Chris a look that Laura recognizes as a secret, brother-based look. While she doesn't have siblings of her own, Laura's been friends with, and seen enough, brothers and sisters shoot one another that look - the inside kind that only they understand, to get that that's what she's seeing.

However, if the look shot his way bothers him, Chris doesn't show it as he digs into his large collection of treats, chocolate melting all over his fingers as he breaks apart a cookie

Laura sits across from the brothers and watches with quiet amusement until Chris asks, "You have a favorite yet, Laura? These cookies from Nancy's group is my favorite so far."

"I haven't tried them yet."

"Oh! You gotta! Here!" Chris offers her half of the cookie he just tore into and she takes it, feeling a slight pang of guilt as she does so.

Jesus, she led the charge to kill this guy in the future and here he's giving her a cookie. Still, she pushes the thought aside and tries to act normal, biting into the treat and trying to enjoy it.

Chris nudges Travis and chuckles, "Don't worry! She has some of your cake too!"

Travis looks at her and Laura feels like she's chewing in the most unattractive way possible so she swallows a big hunk of what's left in her mouth and then coughs, clearing her throat as she holds up the paper plate Chris gave her.

Travis's lips squirm like he's fighting off a smile. Chris has no resistance, smiling widely, "It's our Grandma's recipe! Ma taught us!"

"She did, huh." Laura tries to keep the bitterness out of her voice. Mrs. Hackett is the last thing she wants to hear about when she's trying to enjoy something sweet.

"Yup! It's got vanilla pudding and graham crackers and whipped cream and-!"

"She doesn't need the ingredient list, bud." Travis grumbles and Chris rolls his eyes, "Whatever. You're just upset they didn't have watermelons this year."

Laura's eyebrows rise, "You like watermelons?"

Every time she learns something new about Travis it's always so... surprising. She can't say why, other than the fact that - as her jailor - he'd seemed so remote and distant. So cold. As if he didn't like anything past being a bastard.

But in this time - when he's young and open - she's slowly uncovered more and more about him and each thing seems more startling than the last.

"You bet he does! Sometimes we have spitting contests with the seeds!"

Travis looks appropriately mortified at this and Laura can't help the genuine laugh that escapes her. Clearly hoping to continue his entertaining streak, Chris rattles on, "You should see him go! His face gets all wet and sloppy and the juice dribbles down his chin from chowing down and he makes all these noises and-!"

"Shut it, doofus!" Travis hisses and he pushes hard at his brother's shoulder. Normally Laura might object, but Chris's innocent descriptions and the way Travis's face started to turn pink hints to something that makes her feel... peculiar.

Like she'd like to see Travis's face wet with the clear juice of the watermelon. His lips shiny...

Laura fans at herself and excuses it as an unexpected spike in the temperature, nevermind that the sun is setting. She takes a bite of the icebox cake and hums in approval. It is pretty good and Chris, over his momentary annoyance with Travis, smiles again, "You like it?!"

"Yeah." She confesses, feeling like it's a dirty secret, "I do."

"Good! He made it!" Chris boasts, pointing to Travis and Laura gets the sudden impression that the younger Hackett is attempting to play as a wingman.

Good lord.

Travis, for his part, just avoids her eyes and shakes his head, "It's nothing. Besides, I had help."

"That's me!" Chris crows, "I was in his group!"

"Yeah, yeah - you did okay, squirt." Travis ruffles his brother's hair and Laura can't help but grin. Much like the desserts they've been consuming, the Hackett brothers are a sweet pair.

So much so that it's a shame for her to know how things end. And how they end bittersweet.

[absenthearted]

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD || HACKEARNEY + ALTERNATE UNIVERSES [1/?]

A girl walks into the woods, and a wolf walks out.

The village has a tradition: a girl is chosen as a sacrifice to the Wolf. The Huntsman leads the Chosen into the woods and keeps vigil at the entrance. 

The girl does not come back. The Wolf stays away.

This is how it has always been—until now.

[neglected-houseplant]

*visibly shaking* i am So Normal about this piece of media you Don’t Even Know

[be-side-my-self]

Someone please tell me, where do the slutty forearms come from?

I have to take 10 minute laughing breaks while reading smut. XD

[mrslaurahackett]

Unfinished Story

So this was going to be a story combining the Travis kills Laura ending (no stabbing but she did shoot him in the cell) and the ending where he locks her in the basement; basically, when I started writing it I was inspired, but eventually came to realize that I more enjoyed consuming other’s works involving them instead of my making my own. This excerpt has been sitting in the drafts for a while so I thought, why not post it anyway? 

“You know I can’t let you go.”

At these words, Laura’s widened eyes slid from Ryan’s lifeless body to Travis; the dark gaze he was resting upon her caused a shudder through her mostly bared skin. In all of the time they’d spent together she had only seen that particular look in his eyes once—earlier that day, in fact: after she had shot him, and locked him inside the jail cell he had kept her in those two long months. 

‘You’ll regret this,’ he had threatened, voice strangled with pain, which considerably lessened the intended menace in his words. Seeing the man who had imprisoned her & Max,  manhandled them, and nearly worst of all, withheld vital information from her, whose help he seemed to desperately seek, in a weakened state had strengthened her resolve and belief that her actions were completely fucking justified, given the circumstances—even made her bold enough to mock him as she and Max left the cell block. If there were any doubts or regrets left over from the experience, the following events of the night had wiped them from her mind.

But now, the Travis sitting before her now certainly gave her a reason to fear his retribution, and feel deeply her loss of the werewolf's violent confidence; she was vulnerable, and they both knew it. 

She needed a way to defend herself, a weapon...the gun!

Laura looked back towards Ryan's body, the last person in the room to wield the silver bullet loaded gun which he had used to kill Chris Hackett. It was resting on the ground near his feet, awaiting its next owner, its next chance to take another life—another Hackett life, Laura realized grimly, if it should come to that...if she failed to reach the gun before Travis. She darted a glance between him and the gun, saw him doing the same, his face still impassively cold, eyes as dark as coal.

It was now or never. 

Scrambling upwards on unsteady limbs, Laura started her desperate grab for the gun. The instant she began to move, out of the corner of her eye she saw Travis move too—also going for the gun, she assumed. She was wrong.

Hand outstretched, her fingers just about to make contact with the shotgun, Laura suddenly found herself slammed to the ground, Travis' heavier body pinning her to the bloodied hardwood floor, his legs straddling hers, as he with one hand kept both of her wrists above her head, while his other bloody hand held the mirror shard directly above her heart. 

His face was twisted with fury.

Laura could only stare into Travis' crazed eyes—gone was the mask of ice, melted away by a hellfire blazing so passionately she swore she could see the flames radiating from his skull. Those burning eyes raged straight into her own and she had the urge to turn her head, lest she be physically seared by the pure unbridled hatred aflame within him. When she did try to move her head, Travis released her wrists to roughly grab her chin and force her to remain staring directly up at him, and no where else.

"Stop moving," he snarled. The sharp end of the mirror shard began to press lightly into her tank top; not enough pressure to break flesh, but enough to earn her stillness. 

"Travis—" He cut her off by moving his hand to cover her mouth. 

"Stop talking." 

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She deserved to die. 

She deserved to die, and he deserved to be the one to do it—his way, his choice. 

And Travis had made that choice, right here and right now; he waited for her to be at her most vulnerable...and what could be more vulnerable than half-naked, drenched in blood, and suddenly without the increased vitality provided by the werewolf's bite? It had been easy to get her where he currently had her, where he had wanted her since she fired the bullet from his own gun into his body: unable to move, unable to speak, with the instrument of her destruction at the ready to take her life, like she tried to take his...like she took from his family, one by one. 

His dear mother, adversarial Constance...

His respected father, loyal Jedidiah...

His precious niece, sweet Kaylee...

All dead by her hands.

[neglected-houseplant]

🎶[Sticky Sweet by Mötley Crüe plays in the distance.] 🎶

[cellard0ors]

I don't know if this is the same anon twice or if two different anons are asking the same question in a different way, but my personal NSFW head canons for hackearney are thus (and spoiler alert, I've written a good few of them):

Travis:

* LOVES Laura's breasts. They're one of his favorite things to play with and touch.

* Enjoys taking Laura from behind, but is still a wee bit self conscious about it - because what was once considered taboo is now vanilla doesn't change the fact that Travis grew up during that taboo time. If his Ma knew he'd fantasized about that sort of thing growing up...😬

* Honestly could care less about his own pleasure. Sure, he enjoys blowjobs and the like, but his partner's pleasure is what really gets him going. It's how he's always approached sex, because while he enjoys it, he's never taken much from it. EXCEPT, of course, when it's Laura - from that he takes everything, because it means so much to him.

* Travis loves going down on Laura - this is just a hackearney staple in the ship, tbh - I just agree with it like every other shipper 🤣

Laura:

* Dirty talks - otherwise he doesn't make much sound during sex past groaning

* Knows Laura probably has sex toys but doesn't like to think about it. Partly due to jealousy and partly due to the frustration that he can't just magically appear when she feels like sex

* Worries about his age and sex drive thanks to their age gap. There's been a few sex fails and he feels they're all his fault - Laura tells him otherwise, but it's a concern.

*... clearly the only solution to the problem is to make sure he has sex with Laura as often as possible.

* Dated quite a bit before Travis - even before Max! Most of the relationships were the innocent kind of puppy love adolescents can have - sharing kisses and all - but as she got up higher in her teens she went farther than most pretty quickly. That being said, while she enjoys sex and her previous lovers weren't too shabby they're nothing compared to Travis.

* Sex with Travis makes Laura feel like her previous sexual encounters were trash - mainly because Travis is so good at making her cum. He's like an evil sex demon...

*...an evil sex demon she loves!

* Is good at blowjobs and can deep throat but only at certain intervals - it's definitely harder with Travis who is...bigger...than her previous partners.

* Laura is LOUD. She tries not to be, because it's almost embarrassing how energetic and loud she can be during sex. She doesn't want to sound like an overeager porn star, but it does seem to come across that way - again, especially with Travis.

* Laura was loud with Max and her previous lovers - with Travis she's damn near deafening.

* Loves Travis hands! Everything about them - she wants them all over her body.

* She's also a fan of his nose. It's funny, because she's pretty sure he hates it, and she's pretty sure the feeling of it against her folds is one of the greatest things she's ever felt.

* If it was up to her, she'd probably have public sex with Travis - but considering he's surprisingly shy and vanilla, she has to take her time in coaching him into that idea

* Thought she didn't like dirty talk until Travis introduced her to it. She loves the filthy things he says during sex and loves to egg him on - adding her own dirty talk to the mix.

Together:

* Enjoy the aftermath as much as the actual act. The cooling down of their bodies, the slowing of their heart rates, the snuggling...❤️

Think those are the basics. Might be more, but those are the building blocks of how I approach them. 😉

[dustoftheancients]

I almost never want to make playlists/mood boards/aesthetic posts about my fics until the moment it’s time to edit

I think it’s a coping mechanism

[be-side-my-self]

Don't make part three.

If you want to know what is worse than (apparently) Granthem Du'Met x Erin Keenan put them in another outside of tournament poll against that other ship that might exist and see if they lose again. Then put that other ship against hackearney and you have at least the top three I guess? Though... again Hackearney is the second most written ship for in the Quarry tag so it really is just a matter of perspective.

Also instead of "least favorite" Character you can do things like

Character who's decision had the worst outcome

best girl

best boy

best nonbinary

most loved "antagonist"

worst scene / scene with biggest shock value

best side character

best song used in the games

...

Now I'm curious as to what other tournament ideas you have on that list👀👀

So far I have these

I will definitely do the second one next, we'll see about the others