#the hacketteers

[moonbloombunny]

Hackett’s Quarry Selfie

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We all know Dylan has his cat Schrödinger, do any you think any of the other counselors have pets, either pre-canon or in the future? What kind do you envision for each of them? (I feel like surely Laura the pre-veterinary student would have some critters at least!)

ooh this is a good ask, thank you!

I love pets, so this might be more biased towards having them than not.

Laura: She always had pets, that's a big reason she wanted to go into veterinary medicine. I can see her having a hamster or pet rats in undergrad. When she gets into vet school, she adopts two of the teaching dogs when they retire. By the time she's a full veterinarian, there are like 3 rabbits, two cats, and two dogs in their house. How do they feed them all? Don't question it.

Max: Max grew up with little dogs, and not much else. He now has a small zoo with Laura, see above. His favourite is the big fluffy orange cat they adopted after finding him under their porch with no collar or microchip. They had to shave him down due to mats and then dressed him in little sweaters and Max fell in love.

Dylan: Dylan has Schrodinger, of course. I see him as 100% a cat guy. After the events of the Quarry, he fosters a pregnant cat for a shelter and names all the kittens after famous scientists to keep the theme (Einstein, Oppenheimer, Bohr, Franklin, Curie, etc). He keeps Oppy for himself <3

Ryan: I don't think he grew up with pets, and he wasn't sure if he really wanted any. I can see him inheriting a little Betta fish in a bowl from a roommate in art school, and he researches how to properly care for it. From there he gets into fishkeeping. It starts with that betta in a 3 gallon tank, then 5 gallons, then he gets a 40 breeder off like marketplace for $20 and he discovers live plants and tropical schooling fish. If he and Dylan get together, he spends too much time trying to keep the cats away from his tanks lol

Emma: I'm not sure what Emma would have. Maybe something like an Italian greyhound, it sits in the background of videos like a little derp. Or she ends up rescuing a bunch of mutts from the shelter.

Abi: I can see Abi having a bonded pair of rabbits! Or a medium sized dog like a Labrador Retriever. Something soft and friendly that can help her with her anxiety if she gets overwhelmed at home.

Kaitlyn: I love the idea of Kaitlyn having a big pittie or Rottweiler or Doberman, something with scary dog privilege but is really a big baby

Jacob: He gets a golden retriever because he is a golden retriever boyfriend.

Nick: I think he would have something more exotic, like an iguana or a cockatiel.

[objectivelygreen]

I think Kaitlyn and Dylan would do this me personally

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'the quarry' counselors as troubled birds

Laura:

Max:

Dylan:

Ryan:

Emma:

Jacob:

Abi:

Kaitlyn:

Nick:

+ Bonus:

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chris: how many kids do you have?

travis, staring deadpan at the hacketteers: biologically, emotionally, or legally?

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An unexpected Jacob/Ryan friendship post game is really funny to me, and tie that in with the “everyone knows Ryan likes Dylan except for Ryan himself”? Hilarious

Ryan calling Jacob at 4am because no one else is up and he’s having a bi panic over something Dylan posted on Instagram and Jacobs just like “yeah man it was obvious why the fuck are you calling me??”

[harbingermotel]

tuesday night was june’s full moon which means yesterday would have been the first day at hackett’s summer camp the year after the quarry takes place...travis hackett quitting his job as a cop to take over chris’ position and look after the kids au when

[moonbloombunny]

Dylan’s cheeks were burning. He could feel himself fidgeting under the gaze of his fellow counselors and he couldn’t seem to stop. He couldn’t be cool about this, as much as he wanted to be. Despite his cultivated aura of casual detachment, Dylan had maybe the worst poker face in the entire world when any kind of crisis hit and he was fully aware of that.

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Companion piece to Truth or Dare: Ryan's Version.

Both are excerpts from the second chapter of my longer story Particles & Waves.

Playlist Needle Drop: Still With Me - Jukebox the Ghost

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“I dare you to kiss either Kaitlyn… or Dylan.”

Ryan was the one tasked with the decision, yet Dylan could feel everyone looking at him instead. Had he been that transparent about his interest in Ryan? Apparently he had. He typically enjoyed being the center of attention, but not like this, not when he wasn’t in control of the narrative. Hadn’t he been the one hosting this game show a minute ago? Now he was but a hapless contestant. Bob Barker was calling him to ‘come on down’ and he did not feel at all confident about winning the showcase.

Dylan’s cheeks were burning. He could feel himself fidgeting under the gaze of his fellow counselors and he couldn’t seem to stop. He couldn’t be cool about this, as much as he wanted to be. Despite his cultivated aura of casual detachment, Dylan had maybe the worst poker face in the entire world when any kind of crisis hit and he was fully aware of that. He hesitated to look at Ryan for this reason. He wanted to try to gauge what he might be thinking, but he didn’t want his stupid whipped puppy eyes to start pleading his case to Ryan without his consent. It was so unbelievably embarrassing to be this invested.

Dylan wasn’t without hope, he’d felt a few of the advances he’d made toward Ryan earlier in the evening had been well-received, or at least not outright rejected, but he was trying to prepare himself in case he wasn’t picked. He didn’t want it to disappoint him but he knew that it would, and realistically no amount of preparation would soften the blow. More than that, he didn’t want the disappointment to show on his face, he knew the others would be looking for it if Ryan kissed Kaitlyn instead of him, and he knew that it being written all over his face was wholly unavoidable as well, unless Dylan somehow quickly found a bag to put over his head.

And then Ryan had said, “I guess both is off the table?”

Wow, Dylan had thought, greedy.

He wasn’t sure how to parse this statement. Dylan was running the numbers but he couldn’t quite work this into the equation to quantify his odds of getting that kiss. It seemed so nonchalant, flippant even, that it made him feel even more foolish for caring so much about a silly little kiss in a silly little game. At the same time, it wasn’t a refusal. It certainly wasn’t a ‘no homo.’ It was more of a ‘yes homo and also yes hetero.’ Sure, anyone could kiss anyone, it didn’t mean anything, really, but this was the closest Ryan had come to making any sort of declaration about his own sexuality the entire two months that Dylan had known him. It was a significant development in his painstaking academic study of Ryan and he was noting it with a more than academic level of interest. 

Was this simply the offer of a consolation prize? Was Ryan preparing him by saying, hey, he’d kiss them both if he could, but rules were rules, no hard feelings, pal? Or was he actually thinking of a three-way? Dylan hadn’t cared much for that thought; Kaitlyn was pretty hot as far as his slim appreciation for the opposite sex would allow him to admit, but he really didn’t think he’d like to share.

He was spared this line of thought going any further because Ryan had said his name. 

Ryan had chosen him.

“Dylan,” he said, “let’s go.” He sounded pretty happy about it too.

That was his name, right? He was still named Dylan? He decided that he was.

So the consolation prize was for Kaitlyn, then? Dylan loved her dearly but he couldn’t bring himself to feel too badly about that. And Kaitlyn, he knew, was a catch. She was beautiful and funny and cool. She knew about guns and cars and sports and had a mouth like a sailor and a daytime television face. She was the archetypal ‘cool girl’ most straight guys seemed to be fantasizing about. For Ryan to choose him over someone like her hadn’t felt like a stunt to shock or impress the other counselors. It had felt like it meant something.

Dylan had tried not to look too eager, getting to his feet and striding over to Ryan as their coworkers wolf-whistled and cheered. Allyship awards for each and every one of you, he’d thought, and two for Emma. He wondered, belatedly, why he had to be the one taking the walk when it was Ryan’s dare but if Ryan wanted to be a pillow princess about this, Dylan wasn’t about to complain.

And why in the hell hadn’t he put his beer down before he walked over? He was so faintly aware of it in his hand that he would have been in real danger of pouring it over Ryan’s crotch as he leaned over him if it hadn’t been half empty already. Dylan hadn’t realized the risk he’d taken until it was over. That would have been one of those moments that only works out in rom-coms, where the endearingly clumsy protagonist has to go help the love interest clean up and clothes start to come off and things progress from there. At the time, he’d congratulated himself on the near miss, but now he was thinking maybe he should have served Ryan that lap full of Savini’s Best cold-filtered pilsner and taken his chances. Assuming Ryan had let him help out, it would have gotten the two of them away from the fire pit before things started to go sideways, if nothing else.

The kiss itself was only slightly more sensual than when Dylan had smacked the faces of his babysitters’ daughter’s two Ken dolls together when he was 5 years old (though, to be fair, that had felt thrilling and transgressive to him, as a very tiny gay, at the time). He blamed himself for that, he’d been so focused on reining in any untoward impulses he might have that he’d pulled back much sooner than he’d intended. But he had to walk back to his seat and, with everyone looking so intently at him, it would be a bit mortifying to make that journey with any visible degree of a hard on. Still, his lips had pressed softly against Ryan’s lips and no matter how brief or how chaste a kiss it was, it definitely counted. Emma’s truly obscene kiss with Nick followed and it had made him feel a little better that he at least hadn’t put on such an appalling display as that.

But the moment he pulled away, Dylan could have sworn that Ryan had shifted slightly forward after him. It was so subtle that he would question whether it had happened at all, and Ryan had half ruined it with his corny line about being happy to please, but now he was sure that it had happened. He was also sure that the eye contact they’d briefly made when Dylan regained his seat, before he’d forced himself to look down and away, had meant exactly what he’d hoped it meant. This was just a game, sure, but it was also a prelude to something else. Ryan had wanted more, wanted him. And as irrevocably fucked up as everything had become in the interim, having that confirmed still felt pretty fucking good.

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Can you even call yourself a Rylan fanfic author if you don’t take a crack at this scene? I’m thinking no.