#zak bagans x reader

[deanwinchestersgirl87]

[algea]

ok but Zak would definitely start cracking up whenever you come on lockdowns with him.

for instance, you were slowly walking through the corridor of a mansion you guys were investigating, when you hear Aaron whine about going into a certain room. Behind you Zak shouts,

“Aaron, that rooms is known for a little girl crying. All I hear is your crying and whining, get your ass into the room.” You leaned against Zak, tears pricking your eyes because of how hard you were laughing. His deep chuckle vibrates your body, causing you to grip his arm tighter as you laugh.

Another time,

The five of you were investigating an old penitentiary and you stepped into the bathroom. A sharp bang was heard in the bathroom and you shot back in fear, falling into Aaron.

“Shit, sorry Aaron. That scared the shit out of me.” You mumble.

“You’re all good man.” Aaron reassured, patting your shoulder. Zak was the first to enter the room, holding a digital recorder. To your surprise Zak says,

“We heard you in here. Are you going potty?”

It took a second before what he said registered in all your heads. After that all of you, apart from Zak, busted out laughing.

“What? Shut the fuck up Aaron and get serious.” Zak questioned. You put your head in your hands and laughed even harder. It was such a joy to be around them.

[ghost-adventures-imagines]

To Forget

@audreenay2k

Zak x reader

A/N: I know you’ve requested for smut, but I’ve never written for that before so I changed it a little bit! I hope that’s okay!

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“F*** you! F*** you!”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you! I said f*** you!”

Witnessing how Zak was treating Aaron was something you weren’t going to stand for. Besides Zak, you have bonded most with Aaron and this was breaking your heart.

As you made your choice to step in to protect Aaron, to put a stop to this, you were caught off guard when Zak pushed you back hard enough to make you stumble and fall. After picking yourself back up, you faced Zak in the dark, using your night vision camera. Only, this wasn’t Zak to you, this was someone you don’t recognize, someone you have never met before in your life.

“This doesn’t concern you, (Y/n)!”

You disagreed and that only seemed to upset him more.

“Yes it does, Zak!”

“No it doesn’t! End of story!”

“I disagree!”

That’s where Zak snaps.

“How does this concern you, (Y/n)?! This just shows that you’re in the way and in no use of anyone or anything. You’re just in the way, you aren’t good for anything! A nobody just like all the girls I’ve dated before you!”

The words stung, but you know this wasn’t Zak at all. Of course, you continued to argue back and when it became a little explosive, Aaron and Nick had to step in before anything serious happened.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared seeing Zak this way, because you were. After six months of dating, this was your first time seeing a side of him you never wanted to see again. This scared you enough that when Nick got you away from Zak, you had tears streaming down your face. Nothing is said as you let Nick take you back to Nerve Center just outside. But once you got there, you wanted to turn back around where Zak was, but no such luck as Nick quickly intervened and prevented you from going anywhere.

“I can’t let you do that, (Y/n). Not while Zak is like this.”

All you could do at this point was sit down and wait for what happens next.

About fifteen minutes later, you hear Zak and Aaron approaching Nerve Center. Nick stood up as Zak started making his way towards you, you quickly followed and stood up, reassuring Nick it was okay for Zak to come near. Just by looking at the remorseful expression on his face, you knew Zak was back to his old self and that’s all you’ve ever wanted. The Zak you knew was back, although you could tell that he was drained of energy and was obviously tired.

When Zak was close enough, he didn’t hesitate to pull you in his arms, nuzzling his nose into your neck as he apologizes continuously.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/n). I didn’t mean any of that back there. You are my world and I would be lost without you in my life.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that.

“It’s okay, Zak. I know that wasn’t you, and if I didn’t have you in my life, I’d be lost, too.”

Zak pulls you even closer to him.

Once the investigation comes to an end, everyone retires to their hotel rooms. Of course, you and Zak share one.

The moment you enter your room, you wanted to crash with Zak and take a well deserved rest. But seeing something was still troubling Zak, you had to ask.

“Are you okay, Zak?” you ask, rubbing your fingers through his hair.

“Just tired is all. This was a tough investigation we’ve had in a long time. I just wish I could easily forget it, but I know it’s going to stick with me for a while.”

You didn’t have to ask Zak why it was a tough one on him, you already knew. But you wanted to help him and had come up with a way to do so.

“What if there was a way you could forget?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I may know a way to help you forget.”

Upon hearing that, Zak seemed to catch on to what you’re referring to.

Zak being your first, he was a little unsure until you confirmed it.

“Are you sure, (Y/n)? You don’t have to-“

“I’m sure, Zak. More than anything.”

Zak quickly gave in once you confirmed.

“I won’t hurt you.” he promised.

“I know. I trust you.”

It was a moment you and Zak will never forget.

~~~

[lixii00]

Possession - Zak Bagans x Fem Reader

Word Count: 3105

MY MAN MY MAN MY MANNNNNNNN

You chewed on your lip, the flickering flashlight beam dancing across the peeling wallpaper. It was your first official ghost hunt with the Ghost Adventures crew, and nerves buzzed beneath your skin like static electricity. You’d been obsessed with the paranormal since you were a kid, glued to every episode of the show, and now you were here, boots on the ground, ready to investigate.

Zak Bagans, the enigmatic and intense leader, stood beside you, his own flashlight cutting through the oppressive darkness of the abandoned Crestwood Sanatorium. The air hung thick, heavy with the weight of years of suffering and decay. The stench of mildew and something vaguely metallic tickled your nose, making you wrinkle it slightly.

“Alright, Y/N,” Zak’s voice, usually booming on TV, was quieter here, more focused. “Ready to get your hands dirty?”

You swallowed, forcing a confident nod. “Born ready.”

He gave a small, almost imperceptible smile, and then turned his attention back to the room. Aaron Goodwin, Billy Tolley, and Jay Wasley were fanning out, setting up equipment – cameras, EMF readers, spirit boxes. The familiar hum of their tech filled the silent space, a strange contrast to the unsettling stillness.

This was it. You were officially part of the Ghost Adventures team, even if just in a ‘trial by fire’ sort of way. Zak had reached out after seeing your online paranormal investigations, impressed by your meticulous research and – as he put it – your “unflinching approach to the unknown.” You still felt a thrill course through you remembering that email.

“We’re in the main patient ward,” Zak explained, gesturing around the cavernous room. Rows of empty beds, their metal frames rusted and skeletal, lined the space. Paint peeled from the high ceilings like sunburnt skin, and the floorboards groaned underfoot with each step. “High reports of residual energy and… something darker here. Nurse’s station over there,” he pointed with his chin, “that’s where we’re going to start.”

You nodded, heart pounding a rhythm against your ribs. You’d done your research on Crestwood. It had a grim history, rife with mistreatment and experimental procedures. Stories of patient deaths, whispered screams, and lingering despair clung to the very fabric of the building like cobwebs.

As you followed Zak to the nurse’s station, you pulled out your digital recorder, switching it on. “Testing, testing. Location: Crestwood Sanatorium, Main Patient Ward. Date and time…” You rattled off the details, your voice a little shaky.

Zak watched you, his intense blue eyes assessing. “Enthusiasm is good, Y/N, but don’t let it cloud your senses. Stay grounded, stay alert.”

“I will,” you promised, feeling a surge of determination. You wouldn’t let nerves get the best of you. You were here to prove yourself.

The nurse’s station was surprisingly intact, a small counter with drawers and cabinets behind. Dust coated everything, thick and undisturbed. Zak pulled out his EMF reader, the needle jumping immediately.

“Baseline is already high,” he muttered, frowning. “Okay, team. Let’s spread out, start our initial sweeps. Y/N, stay with me for now.”

You felt a small thrill at being chosen to stick with Zak. You tried to play it cool, nodding and focusing on your equipment. You pulled out your own EMF reader, mirroring Zak’s movements, watching the needle dance erratically.

“Anything?” Zak asked, his voice low.

“Yeah, definitely elevated,” you confirmed, noting the readings on your recorder too. “Inconsistent pulses, though.”

Zak nodded, his gaze sweeping over the room, sharp and focused. “Let’s try the spirit box.”

Billy set up the spirit box on the counter, the rapid-fire static hiss filling the silence. Zak began his questioning, his voice resonating with authority.

“Is there anyone here with us? Can you speak to us? Tell us your name.”

Static crackled, then fragmented words flickered through the noise. “…help…” “…pain…” “…dark…”

Goosebumps erupted on your arms. You exchanged a wide-eyed look with Zak. This was faster, more intense, than anything you’d experienced on your solo investigations.

“Can you tell us why you are in pain?” Zak pressed, his voice unwavering.

More static, then a clearer voice, deeper, guttural. “Leave.”

The air in the room seemed to physically constrict. A sudden chill ran down your spine, so intense it made your teeth chatter. You gripped your EMF reader tighter, your knuckles white.

“Did you hear that?” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Zak stared at the spirit box, his jaw tight. “Yeah. That was… hostile.”

Suddenly, the temperature plummeted. The flickering fluorescent lights overhead buzzed and dimmed erratically. You felt a prickling sensation on your skin, like tiny needles. You were picking up on something, something strong.

Aaron, who was in a corner of the ward, called out, his voice laced with apprehension. “Guys, my camera just cut out. And my batteries are fully charged.”

Billy’s spirit box sputtered and died, the static abruptly ceasing. Jay’s flashlight beam wavered, then flickered off completely, plunging his section into near darkness.

A wave of unease washed over you, stronger than anything you’d felt before. It wasn’t just a ghostly presence; it felt… malevolent. You took a step closer to Zak instinctively, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Okay, team,” Zak said sharply, his voice cutting through the growing tension. “Power fluctuations. Could be environmental, could be… something else. Stay together, eyes open. Y/N, stick close.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You felt a primal fear rising in your throat, but also a strange, morbid fascination. This was what you were here for, wasn't it? To face the darkness, to understand the unknown.

Zak moved slowly, cautiously, deeper into the ward. You followed, your flashlight beam trembling slightly. The silence was deafening now, the hum of the equipment gone, replaced by an oppressive stillness. You could feel the weight of unseen eyes on you, a sense of being watched, scrutinized.

Then, it happened.

A whisper, right in your ear, so close it sent shivers down your spine. It wasn’t audible, not exactly. It was more like a thought, planted directly in your mind, cold and insidious.

You are weak.

You gasped, stumbling back, your hand flying to your ear.

“Y/N?” Zak’s voice was instantly sharp with concern. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t articulate it, couldn’t explain the icy intrusion in your thoughts. “I… I heard something. Whispering.”

“Where?” Zak scanned the room, his flashlight beam sweeping around.

“Right here,” you pointed to your ear, your hand trembling. “In my head… it felt like… a thought.”

Zak’s brow furrowed. He placed a hand on your arm, his touch surprisingly firm and grounding. “Describe it. What did it say?”

You hesitated, the words feeling foolish, insignificant in the face of the overwhelming dread that was building. “It… it said I was weak.”

Zak’s eyes narrowed. He stepped closer, his gaze intense. “Don’t listen to it, Y/N. It’s trying to get inside your head. Don’t let it.”

He was right. You knew he was right. Fear was a weapon for these entities, a way to manipulate and control. You had to fight back. You took a deep breath, trying to center yourself.

“Okay,” you said, your voice firmer now, despite the tremor of fear still running through you. “Okay, I’m okay. Let’s keep going.”

Zak studied your face for a moment, his expression still concerned, but he nodded. “Alright. But you tell me immediately if you feel anything else, understand?”

“Absolutely.”

You continued deeper into the ward, the sense of dread growing with each step. The air grew colder, heavier, and the silence was more profound, more unsettling. You felt a palpable shift in the energy of the room, a drawing in, a focusing. It felt like something was gathering, concentrating its power.

Then, everything went to hell.

A bloodcurdling scream ripped through the silence, shattering the oppressive stillness. It was Aaron’s voice, raw with terror.

“Zak! Something’s got me!”

You whirled around, flashlight beam frantically searching. Aaron was slumped against a bed frame, his body rigid, eyes wide and staring, unfocused. He was making choking, gasping sounds, struggling for breath.

“Aaron!” Zak yelled, rushing towards him. Billy and Jay scrambled to Aaron’s side too, their flashlights converging on the scene.

As you moved closer, you saw it. It wasn’t visible, not in a way you could see with your eyes, but you felt it. A dark, oppressive presence clinging to Aaron, like a shroud. The air around him shimmered, distorted, as if heat was rising off asphalt on a summer day, but this was cold heat, a chilling distortion.

“Get it off him!” Zak yelled, grabbing Aaron’s shoulders, trying to pull him away from the bed frame. But Aaron was rigid, locked in place. His eyes rolled back in his head, showing only the whites.

“Aaron, can you hear me?” Zak shouted, shaking him. “Aaron, fight it! Fight it!”

Suddenly, Aaron’s head snapped up, his body convulsing violently. His eyes, when they focused again, were no longer Aaron’s. They were dark, malevolent, filled with an inhuman rage. His mouth opened, and a voice, deeper, harsher, utterly terrifying, erupted from his throat.

“You cannot stop me!”

The voice was not Aaron’s. It was guttural, monstrous, echoing in the ward, vibrating in your bones. Fear turned into icy terror, paralyzing you. You stumbled back, your flashlight falling from your numb fingers, clattering to the floor and plunging you into near darkness.

You could only watch, frozen, as Aaron – as whatever was possessing Aaron – thrashed wildly, his body slamming against the bed frame, the metal groaning under the force. Zak and Billy struggled to restrain him, but it was like trying to hold down a force of nature.

“Holy shit!” Jay yelled, his voice cracking with fear. “It’s a full-blown possession!”

Possession. The word hit you like a physical blow, solidifying the horrifying reality of what you were witnessing. This wasn’t residual energy, this wasn’t a fleeting encounter. This was something ancient, something evil, taking hold.

And then, it turned its attention on you.

The possessed Aaron’s head snapped in your direction, those terrifying eyes locking onto yours in the dim light. A cruel, twisted smile stretched his lips, a smile that was utterly alien, utterly wrong on Aaron’s face.

"You are the weak one," the monstrous voice hissed, directed solely at you. "You are the one I will break."

The words were like a physical assault, ripping through your defenses, amplifying the fear that was already consuming you. It felt like the entity was reaching out, not just with its voice, but with its very essence, probing, invading. You felt a cold tendril of something dark brush against your mind, and you recoiled instinctively.

But it was too late.

The coldness intensified, spreading through you like ice water. Your breath hitched in your throat. Your vision swam, blurring around the edges. Your limbs felt heavy,leaden, unresponsive. The room seemed to tilt, to spin around you.

You were falling.

You crumpled to the floor, your body hitting the cold, hard wood with a jarring thud. Darkness closed in around you, suffocating crushing. You could hear muffled shouts the frantic scrambling of footsteps, but they sounded distant unreal.

You tried to move, to breathe, but your body wouldn’t obey. Your lungs burned gasping for air that wouldn’t come. The coldness seeped deeper into your bones into your soul. You felt yourself drifting slipping away into the darkness.

This was it. This was how it ended. Not valiantly fighting ghosts, not uncovering secrets of the paranormal but dying on the cold floor of an abandoned asylum consumed by fear and… something else. Something evil.

Just as the darkness threatened to engulf you completely, a voice cut through the haze, sharp, insistent, filled with a desperate urgency.

“Y/N! Y/N, can you hear me? Stay with me!  Stay with me!”

It was Zak. His voice, raw with fear and something more… something that sounded like pain. His hands were shaking you gently but firmly. You felt a faint warmth a flicker of light in the encroaching darkness.

You forced your eyes open, struggling to focus. Zak’s face swam into view, inches from yours pale and strained in the dim light. His blue eyes, usually so intense were wide with fear but also… something else. Relief? Panic? Both?

“Y/N, you’re fading!” he yelled his voice tight with desperation. “Fight it! You have to fight it!”

Fight what? You were too weak too tired,The darkness was so inviting, so… peaceful.

But then, you saw his eyes. Zak’s eyes, locked on yours, pleading, urging you to fight. And in that moment something sparked within you. A flicker of defiance a refusal to surrender. You wouldn’t let this darkness win. Not here. Not now. Not while Zak was… looking at you like that.

You focused on his face on the intensity in his eyes, drawing strength from his desperation. You took a shallow shuddering breath, then another. Slowly agonizingly, sensation began to return to your limbs. The oppressive coldness began to recede, replaced by a faint, fragile warmth.

You coughed, a weak rattling sound. Zak’s grip on your shoulders tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“That’s it,” he whispered his voice hoarse with emotion. “Come on, Y/N. You’re stronger than it.  You’re stronger than it!”

His words were like a lifeline, pulling you back from the abyss. You focused on them, on his voice, on the warmth of his hands on your shoulders. Slowly painstakingly you pushed yourself up sitting, then kneeling.

The room swam back into focus, hazy at first, then clearing. You saw Aaron still thrashing Billy and Jay struggling to restrain him. But the dark, oppressive presence that had clung to him that had reached for you… it seemed to have lessened, to have weakened.

Zak helped you to your feet, his hands still gripping your arms tightly, as if afraid you would slip away again. He scanned your face his eyes searching assessing.

“You’re back,” he breathed, his voice thick with relief. “You’re really back.”

You nodded your legs still shaky your chest still tight but you were back. You were alive You had faced the darkness and you had survived.

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, almost desperate hug. It was the first time he’d ever touched you, and the physical contact the warmth of his body against yours, sent a jolt of something unexpected through you something that wasn’t fear.

“You scared the absolute shit out of me,” he muttered into your hair, his voice muffled but raw with emotion. “Don’t ever do that again.”

He pulled back slightly, holding you at arm’s length, his blue eyes boring into yours intense searching, and… something else. Something softer, something you couldn’t quite decipher.

“What… what happened?” you whispered, your voice still weak and shaky. “What was that?”

Zak’s jaw tightened. He glanced back at Aaron, who was still struggling, but the demonic voice seemed to have subsided, replaced by pained, desperate moans.

“It was demonic,” Zak said grimly, his voice low. “A powerful entity. It sensed your sensitivity, your… your openness. It tried to exploit it, to break you, to take you.”

His words sent another chill down your spine, but this time it wasn’t fear. It was a strange mix of fear and awe a dawning realization of the true power of the forces they were dealing with. And a strange sense of gratitude for being pulled back from the brink.

He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek his thumb gently stroking your skin. His touch was surprisingly tender contrasting sharply with his usual intensity. You looked up at him, your gaze locking with his and in that moment something shifted. The fear the adrenaline the near-death experience… it all coalesced into something else entirely.

He leaned down slowly hesitantly his eyes never leaving yours. Your breath hitched in your throat You knew what was coming, and you didn’t resist. You couldn’t resist.

His lips met yours, tentatively at first, then with a surprising urgency. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, not in the romantic sense. It was… something else. A kiss of relief of gratitude and… connection. A silent acknowledgment of shared fear shared vulnerability and shared survival.

When he pulled back, he kept his hand on your cheek, his thumb still stroking your skin His eyes were searching yours still filled with a mixture of relief and concern.

“You need to be more careful,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. The words were a reprimand but they were laced with an undercurrent of something else something deeper something that resonated in your chest. “You can’t just… throw yourself into the deep end like that. You understand?”

You nodded, your heart still pounding, your lips still tingling from his touch. You understood You’d been reckless too eager to prove yourself. You’d almost paid the ultimate price for that recklessness.

“I do,” you whispered, your voice still shaky. “I understand.”

He stared at you for another moment, his expression unreadable, then he let out a breath, a long, shaky exhale. He dropped his hand from your cheek, stepping back slightly, creating a small space between you again. The moment of intimacy, of vulnerability, seemed to recede replaced by the familiar professional intensity.

“Okay,” he said, his voice regaining its usual authority. “Aaron, Billy, Jay, let’s get Aaron out of here. We need to regroup, cleanse him, and then… we need to re-evaluate our approach here.”

He turned away, barking orders to the others, taking charge again, the leader, the protector, the intense and driven Zak Bagans you knew from TV. But something had shifted, something had changed. You had seen a glimpse behind the mask a flicker of vulnerability a flash of raw emotion and he had kissed you.

As you watched him directing the team helping to support a still-weak Aaron towards the exit, you touched your fingers to your lips, the ghost of his kiss still lingering there. You knew one thing for sure: your first ghost hunt with Ghost Adventures had been anything but ordinary. It had been terrifying, exhilarating, and… strangely, unexpectedly, intimate. And you had a feeling a deep unsettling thrilling feeling that this was just the beginning. You were officially in the deep end now and Zak Bagans was right there with you.

A/n let me know if you want more zak bagans storyyy!

[haleyrude]

Alone

Pairing: Zak Bagans x fem!reader 

Disclaimer: Loved this request and had fun writing it! Enjoy!

Words: 2.1k

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The sky was blue, not one cloud to be seen. Everything was normal, you had even found a $5 bill on the floor while you were out running errands. Though all day you had a knot in your stomach which was unsettling, your gut was telling you something was wrong. You had texted your family and friends asking if everything was okay and they had all responded normally. You pinned it off as having to join your boyfriend and friends on one of their ghost investigations that night. 

Normally you were nervous but you’ve never had a knot in your stomach like you do now. You had spent a few hours researching the destination so you knew what to expect. Now the location tonight was known to have negative energy toward females and maybe that’s why you were so unsettled. You had just finished showering so you threw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt before wrapping your hair up in a towel. Sighing, you grabbed your phone off the bathroom counter and walked out to your bed plopping on your stomach. Hovering over your boyfriends name on your phone you bit your bottom lip thinking it was stupid to even bring up your concerns with him. He was very protective over you during investigations but sometimes you felt like he cared more about his show when it came down to it. You pressed call and put it on speaker, dropping the phone to the bed and rolling on your side. “Hey baby!” he greeted you cheerfully, putting a smile on your face, “Hey” you didn’t mean for your voice to come out as somber as it did. “What’s wrong?” you took a deep breath, “so after researching the place we’re going tonight, I just… well’ he cut you off, “you don’t want to go? You know I’ve never let anything hurt you.” you nodded knowing he spoke the truth, “I want to go, I just, please don’t send me alone anywhere tonight. I have a gut feeling about something and I just don’t want to be alone.” It was silent for a few moments as he thought about what you said, “Ok baby, you have nothing to worry about” “Thank you, I’ll see you in a few hours” “Of course, love you” “love you too” After hanging up with Zak you thought the knot in your stomach would disappear but it felt heavier than before. 

***

“There were 15 deaths that were confirmed, that doesn’t account for anything left not discovered” You stood next to Aaron while Zak was stating different facts about the location you were at tonight. Everyone was wearing their usual black attire, all the equipment was set up and it was dark as hell as you stood in the lobby of an old museum. 

The air felt heavy as you looked at the different portraits that were hung on the walls. Some were in good shape and there were some that were worn down over time, somehow not being able to be preserved at all. Almost like the portraits rejected what could’ve saved them. Chills ran down your spine as you followed the 3 men, Jay staying behind to keep an eye on the camera’s that were set up throughout the museum.

It wasn’t long before you four were split into two teams, you being with Zak. You stood in front of a painting of a little boy that lost his life within these walls, that is known to still be running around these halls today. Zak held out a spirit box explaining to the camera how it worked before turning it on, the small dark corner you were standing in filled with the noise of static. Zak started asking the little boy questions. “William, are you here with us?” staying quiet to listen to a response, nothing came up. “William, if you’re here you can talk to us through this device I’m holding” After a few more tries you decided to speak up, “Did your friends used to call you Will, do you want us to call you Will?” as clear as day you both heard a ‘yes’ come through. You looked at Zak with wide eyes and he smiled proudly at you, urging you to keep going. “What happened here Will?” there was more silence, “We’re here to understand and help you.” “bad man” once again chills run throughout your body. “What did the bad man do?” you felt your throat tighten, just wanting to cry for this poor little boy, “hurt me, killed” “Woah, he was killed by the main owner Jefferson” “here” both of you couldn’t get over what was happening.

The questions went on a little longer before your luck of communicating with Will ran out but somehow you felt a sense of peace wash over you with what you learned about Will. Zak had his arm around you as you walked through the halls to meet back up with Billy and Aaron.

***

“Zak, you’re going to love what we captured,” Aaron held up a tape recorder. “Unbelievable communication tonight” Billy added on. “Same with us” you stated excitedly, looking up at Zak, he gave you a small smirk ruffling up your hair. Looking into the camera Zak started speaking, “We’ve been getting quite a lot of communication tonight, but I think it’s time we check out the basement area. It’s said this is where Jefferson the owner spent most of his time. Where he ended up torturing and murdering those who didn’t commit suicide. It’s known to have strong energy towards females,’ Zak turned toward you with sympathy in his eyes and you couldn’t help the fact that your stomach had dropped. You couldn’t even hear when he told the camera that you were going alone, you felt numb and betrayed. The 3 men looked at you expectantly. You couldn’t even muster up a word so you grabbed a camera and started walking toward the basement. You knew if you didn’t do this, you wouldn’t hear the end of it and the last thing you wanted to do is have your boyfriend be disappointed in you. “10 minutes and we will come get you” Aaron reassured, opening the door to the basement once you all stopped in front of it. 

Horror movies are nothing compared to what you felt when Aaron shut that door. Thankful you had your hair up in a ponytail because you broke out in a cold sweat, your heart pounded in your ears. The only thing you could rely on was the tiny screen on the camera where you could kind of see where you were going. The basement was run down, the stone steps you descended were cracked, chunks missing. Everything was eerily quiet besides the sound of water dripping somewhere very slowly. Once at the bottom there was a circle of chairs and you sat down on one of them. “I’m here alone Jefferson” you were surprised your voice was steady for the fear that was coursing through your veins. “Is this where you murdered innocent people?” You stood up slowly pacing, “Where you hurt Will, a small defenseless child” you felt tears buildup in your eyes but you stopped and held your breath as you heard a growl come from your left. Ever so slowly you backed up into the wall closest to the stairs, “You’re not allowed to hurt me” You felt as though you were suffocating, your chest felt heavy and then all of a sudden you had an intense pain on your stomach, not being able to see anything you collapsed on the floor and screamed.

The basement door opened and some light flooded through the room. Your tears made your vision blurry as someone lifted you up and started ascending the stairs. “Let me take her to Jay, continue with Billy” Next thing you know was that you were sitting in a chair and saw Jay working the computers. “Where’s Zak?” he looked over to you and smiled, “Are you feeling better?” No, you were not. You were pissed off. Standing, you looked at Jay, I’ll be at the hotel.” He nodded as you took your phone and called an uber, luckily finding one this late at night. 

***

Three scratch marks…. Three perfectly straight lines that drew some blood were placed on your stomach. You knew who did it, yet you felt defeated. You laid in the hotel bed after showering and changing your clothes into a silk pajama set. Setting an alarm on your phone you decided to get some shut eye before Zak came back.

***

You woke up to the sound of the door opening, Zak getting back before your alarm went off. You sat up as he turned on the lights. “I had no idea you came back here” he said once he laid eyes on you and released a breath of relief. “Why does it matter?” you frowned as he set his bag down. “I thought you were with Jay so I was worried something happened” You stood up fuming, “Why would you care about what happens to me!” your voice got louder as Zak came closer to you. “Because I love you? What are you…’ “Love me?’ you laughed, ‘I poured my heart out to you about how I did not want to go anywhere alone at the museum tonight, TOLD YOU, I had a bad feeling in my gut about it and YOU DID NOT CARE” Zak crossed his arms over his chest, “I was just thinking about the show and..’ you couldn’t help but cut him off once more, ‘The show, it’s always about the show Zak. I love how you pour everything into your show, caring so much about the entertainment for your fans and having all these amazing moments with the afterlife but sometimes I feel like you put your show before me and I can’t do it anymore.” you dropped your head letting your tears fall before continuing, “you told me you’d protect me, never let anything happen to me but you did not listen to me today. I’ve never felt so betrayed by you” 

“You’re okay, we’re both safe” before he could come closer you lifted your shirt exposing the scratch marks on them. Zak’s eyes widened as he sat at the edge of the bed urging you to come closer. You did and he gently raised his hand to run over the scratch marks, you hissed as the marks were still fresh. “I…’ his beautiful blue eyes welled up with tears, “you got hurt” he was trying to convince himself it was true. “I knew something bad was going to happen tonight and I begged you. This could’ve been worse and I was alone.” You put your shirt down as he wrapped his arms around you burying his head in your chest as a sob broke from him. You were so mad at him but seeing him like this broke your heart, so you stood there running your fingers through his hair while the other rested on his back. 

You don’t know how long you both stayed there like that but eventually he looked up at you, his eyes red along with yours. “I know sorry won’t fix what I did to you. I truly feel like I have failed you tonight and I cannot begin to apologize for it because it will never make anything better. I promised I’d always protect you and I didn’t do that tonight because I was selfish and was just thinking about entertainment. If I would have lost you..’ his face scrunched up as he brought you to hug him once more, ‘I wouldn’t be able to go on with my life. My life is you and I vow from this day forward my show will never be more important than you and our relationship. Please let me make this up to you” Zak has never sounded so broken before, you could tell he was talking from the heart. Sometimes people can’t see what’s in front of them until something bad or upsetting happens. Dealing with spirits good and evil anything could’ve happened tonight. 

“It’s okay” you softly said as Zak looked up at you again. He stood up so he was able to wrap his arms around you and fully engulf you in a hug. You squeezed him as tight as you could, hating that this even had to happen. “I love you, I never want to lose you” It was your turn to look up at him and smile, “I love you too” He leaned down and kissed you, every word, every feeling he had poured out into this kiss and you knew this was the first step for a beautiful change. 

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Chronicles of a Gothic muse

Social Media AU

Pairing: Zak Bagans x reader

Summary: follows the captivating life of a darkly elegant influencer as she navigates her new relationship with paranormal investigator Zak Bagans, blending her gothic aesthetic with their shared love for the macabre and mysterious.

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📍Location: Old Gothic Cemetery

Among the silent graves, I find peace… the whispers of the past remind me of the beauty in every shadow🌙🕯️

realzakbagans: You make even the darkest places feel like home…🖤

aarongoodwin: That’s one way to spend the day… kinda jealous of the ghosts you’re hanging with 👻

Fan1: You make cemeteries look so peaceful and romantic. Such a unique perspective

friend2: This is so ethereal and hauntingly beautiful. You belong in a dark romance novel🖤

jaywasley: This is one of your best looks yet. Pure gothic elegance

friend1: The way you connect with these places is so inspiring. You’re like a real-life gothic heroine🌹

Fan2: This image is pure art. You have such an eye for beauty in the macabre

Fan3: You look like a Victorian ghost, lost in time. Absolutely stunning!

Fan4: Please tell me you’re going to do a photoshoot like this again. This is breathtaking!

📍Location: Your Apartment

A quiet night with my favorite companions: a good book, a cup of tea, and the lingering presence of those who came before us📚☕️

realzakbagans: Wish I was there with you, but seeing this is the next best thing…🖤

billytolley: That’s one cozy gothic nook you’ve got there. You and Zak should do a reading together!

friend2: This is the dreamiest vibe. Can I come over for a tea party in the dark? 😍

Fan6: You’ve just given me major inspiration for redecorating my space. This is goals

freind3: Everything about this is so you. The perfect gothic home aesthetic!

aarongoodwin: Looks like the perfect setup for a ghost story… or maybe a love story?😉

Fan5: Your apartment looks like something out of a classic horror novel. I love it!

Fan7: Your style is impeccable. I need to know where you get your decor!

Fan8: You look so serene here. The perfect way to spend a night in

📍Location: Victorian-Inspired Tea Room

Afternoon tea with a touch of the macabre… just the way I like it ☕️🖤

aarongoodwin: That tea setup is next level. Do they have ghost-shaped cookies too? 👻

freind3: This is perfection. You look like a queen in her element 🌙

friend1: Tea with a side of mystery and darkness. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you🖤

realzakbagans: You make everything look like a scene from a gothic fairytale. Wish I could join you right now…🖤

Fan9: This is the most elegant thing I’ve ever seen. Your life is like a gothic dream!

jaywasley: Classy and spooky at the same time—nailed it!

Fan10: You always find the most amazing places. Please share your secret spots with us!

Fan11: Gothic afternoon tea? Yes, please! You look stunning as always

Fan12: This looks like something straight out of a Victorian novel. I need to try this place!

📍Location: The Haunted Museum

Lost in time, surrounded by ancient knowledge and forgotten spells... this is where I feel most at home📚🔮

aarongoodwin: Bet you’re finding all kinds of spooky secrets in there. Just don’t summon anything, okay? 😅

realzakbagans: You belong in every magical and mysterious place… especially here 🖤

billytolley: You look like you’ve found the ultimate treasure trove. Don’t get lost in those books!

friend2: This is so mesmerizing. I can almost feel the magic through the screen 🌹

friend3: You’re like a gothic sorceress, surrounded by her ancient knowledge. I’m obsessed 🖤

Fan13: This is the dream! Your life is like a gothic fantasy come to life

Fan14: I need a library like this in my life. You always find the coolest places to explore

Fan15: You look like you belong in a movie about witches and haunted tomes. Love this so much!

Fan16: This is giving me serious dark academia vibes. Can’t wait to see more!

📍Location: A Haunted Castle

Wandering the halls of forgotten places, where every step echoes with the past... and every shadow holds a story.🕯️🏰

jaywasley: This is epic. You’re living the ultimate gothic dream

friend2: This is everything. You look like a queen in her haunted castle 🖤

friend1: These vibes are immaculate. You and this castle are a perfect match 🌙

realzakbagans: You belong in every haunted place… and I’ll follow you to them all 🖤

aarongoodwin: You look like the ghost of the castle! This place suits you perfectly 👻

Fan17: This is pure gothic fantasy. You’re living the dream life, honestly

Fan18: need to visit this place now. You make it look so enchanting

Fan19: The atmosphere in this photo is incredible. You capture the essence of every place you visit

Fan20: This is giving me chills in the best way possible. Can’t wait to see where you go next!

[ghxstadvxntxres]

Can you write like soft dirty joking and fluff between Zak and f-reader. Like just hanging out at his house. Idk, go with whatever feels right

Tumblr Imagine #7:

sorry it’s not really fluffy, but there is some fluff!

Warning: sexual innuendos

           “Holy shit! This is massive!” You enter the mansion slowly, eyes wide as you take in the setup around you.

           The door shuts behind you and the owner of the mansion whispers gently in your ear, “I wish you’d keep your comments till the bedroom,Y/N.”

           You laugh at the innuendo and allow the man, who is none other than Zak Bagans, to pull you further into the house. Those dangerous blue eyes of his practically hypnotizing you. Both of you eventually come to his sofa and he brings you down to sit next to him, the sides of your thighs touching. Despite the creepy interior, the whole situation seems normal and calming. Just another date out with Zak Bagans.

           “So, have you ever heard of the Backwards Raccoon?” you ask a simple question to get a conversation going, but Zak seems to have only one thing on his mind. Not that you mind.

           “Is that a sex position I don’t know that you want to try?” he smiles brightly, dimples in his cheeks.

           You mentally roll your eyes. Damn this man is like a horny teenager, you think. Quickly, you throw one leg over his lap and pull yourself up to sit on top of him; his hands are at your waist to hold you in place, “No,” you whisper into the shell of his ear, “But, I do know some tricks I haven’t shown you yet.”

           Zak’s only response is a deep growl.

[that-choir-girl]

Stubborn — Zak Bagans x Reader

“Y/n, why don’t you go to the top floor of the Villisca Axe Murder house? Stay on the top of the stairs and stay there for about maybe ten minutes. If you feel anything beforehand, don’t hesitate to call for us,” Zak finished in a firm voice.

“On it,” y/n answered in an unusually cheerful voice that surprised everyone. Zak handed y/n some equipment, including an EMF reader and an EVP recorder. Y/n made her way halfway up the stair before she stopped and sat down.

“I have an EMF detector,” said the reader, “along with this EVP recorder. The EMF will record any electro-magnetic pockets that are said to be spirits, and the EVP recorder will record any voices that are not mine. So I’mma turn this on —” She quickly turned on the EVP “— And rolling.” She paused for a moment, the silence pressing in on her ears. She swallowed. “Why do you like to harm people here?” She paused. Are you the Reverend? Or are you something more sinister? Was the murderer possessed?” She paused. “Ending. Guys, I’m coming back down and we can listen to this recording session together,” y/n called through the Walkie Talkie the guys had her carry around.

“Be careful, y/n/n,” Zak answered as y/n began to climb down the stairs.

But as she does she feels something push her down the stairs. She yelps in surprise as she feels a force on her shoulder blades, and she tumbles down the stairs, landing painfully on her head at the final step, groaning. She can hear running footsteps coming towards her and she can faintly hear Zak’s voice from nearby.

“Oh, my God! Y/n! Are you alright?!”

“I’m fine,” y/n gasps in return as Zak tries to help her stand up. She winces and carefully presses her fingers to where she had landed on the back of her head.

“That looked like a painful fall, y/n,” Zak insisted. “You should go sit down.”

“Zak, I’m fine,” y/n insisted, though she winces slightly from the slight movement of her head. “Ow.”

“Nope. That’s it. You’re coming back to rest at nerve center. I can have someone else take your place.”

“Zak,” y/n whines as he pulls her from the ax murder house.

“Y/n/n,” Zak mimics. He then gives her a stern look, his voice suddenly serious again. “Really, y/n/n. You hit your head hard.”

“I’m not a baby.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt, y/n/n. Please?”

The puppy dog eyes that Zak gives her makes y/n’s shoulders relax. A genuine smile forms on her lips. His large, warm hand fit perfectly in hers as he tries to tug her out of the house.

“Alright, Zak. You win.”

Zak carefully leads y/n over towards nerve center where the rest of the boys were waiting. Nick has an ice pack in his hands and he hands the pack over towards y/n. She takes it gratefully and presses the cold pack on the back of her head. A look of relief floods across her face.

“See? I told you that you’d feel better,” Zak teases. Y/n opens her eyes, scowling at Zak.

“Shut up, Zak.”

“Right,” Zak answers, looking slightly amused. He turns to Aaron. “Hey, Aaron. Wanna go finish y/n’s job in the house?”

Aaron sighs, looking defeated. He shakes his head momentarily.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

“That’s the spirit.”

[daddy-issues-99]

Zak Bagans with a ghost s/o

• When you died you didn't expect to be stuck as a ghost, you found it even weirder that your newest companion would be alive.

• You first met Zak when he was investigating your old house, abandoned and rotting but it's not like you had anywhere else to go.

• After that encounter you soon became quite happily attached to the investigator.

• You never really understood his line of work. Ghost hunting, as he called it, granted it wasn't really hunting but you played along thinking it was a neat hobby. He wouldn't have met you if he hadn't been doing so you couldn't complain that much.

• As you and Zak spent more time together you'd gained quite the friendship and over the next few months of being attached to him, the relationship developed.

• At first the crew found it odd and were somewhat unnerved. They thought you were malicious and were trying to hurt Zak by attaching to him but over time they realized you had no bad intentions. They even started to become fond of you.

• Sure they found it a bit comical at first; a ghost and a ghost-hunter. Oh do opposites attract.

• You followed him to different investigations and helped him out and made the investigationa and lockdowns a lot easier. They didn't need half the equipment with you being able to translate for the other spirits.

• You very much enjoyed following Zak around. After years being bound to the place you died, it was nice to get out.

• Zak was nice enough to update you on the events you were missing out on in the world and showed you all the new inventions that were made from after you died.

• He thought it was cute that you never left his side, sure you could but why would you? The world is already a scary place let alone being dead in it.

• You'd always hover over him and around him, asking him questions and pestering him about random things. Sure some might fis it annoying but he found it entertaining.

• Whenever the crew would get new equipment Zak would always test it out on you to see if it works before they did a lockdown. He took extra time explaining it to you and showing how the equipment actually worked when you came into contact with in.

• One of your personal favorites was the devices where you could type things out. You didn't want to admit it but during investigations you'd type random stuff into the devices to see them go wild when they thought they'd caught something.

[xtrashmammalstefx]

Where My Demons Hide (A Zak Bagans Story) Pt. 2

Requested By: @goth-cowgirl-03

WARNINGS: Language

Notes: Unlike the first part this is pure FLUFF. Like no joke.

Zakkk: I’m sorry Y/N. I need time.

Zakkk: I think u do too.

That was the last text Zak had sent me since that night. It’s been only a month but the radio silence made it feel like a lifetime.

I explained to him what had happened the night before… How he was attacked and… and I thought I helped him… I told him how we ended up in bed together, and how, as it turns out, he was possessed the entire time he’d made love to me.

He quickly got dressed and went for a walk. While he was gone I got dressed, eliminated the buzz killing dickwad who was still lingering in the room and walked back to my room with the heavy weight of shame on my shoulders.

Now as I lay in my bed not wanting to get up, I sigh and put my phone back on the bedside table. As soon as I did a wave of nausea hit me full force and I darted to the bathroom. Once I kneeled over the toilet there was no stopping it. Looking at it you would think I’d thrown up every meal I’d had for the past week.

Empty of sustinence I flushed the toilet and sat down beside it to catch my breath. As I did my hand went up to my stomach to give it a much needed massage. My hand froze though when I touched myself. I looked down and gasped. The entire area between my hips was swollen, not dramatically so but enough to be noticeable. “Not possible…” I whispered. But once I felt the slightest nudge against my hand I knew…

“UNCLE LUCI YOU PIECE OF SHI-!” I was cut off by the sound of my doorbell. I groaned and pulled myself up.

As I made my way to my room to get my robe I sent a silent prayer to my father.

Uncle Luci did it. The Big A is on its way.

I threw my robe on and ran downstairs, sashing it as I did.

I looked through the peep hole not expecting to see anyone important; maybe the mailman, or Amazon. Instead of them though, Zak stood on my doorstep. Fucking great.

I sighed and opened the door. “Hey,” I greeted him.

“Hey, um, are you feeling okay?”

“Do I look that shitty?”

“Well, yeah, kind of…”

“Awesome,” I said unenthusiastically. “Um, is there something you wanted?”

“Um, I just wanted to talk but if you’re not up to it-”

“I was about to call you anyway,” I said stepping aside.

He stepped inside and started towards the living room. I followed close by but froze when a voice caught my attention.

Who is the mother?

“Y/N? You alright?” I held up a finger and pointed upward. A signal he grew to know very well.

They put him in me.

And the vessel father?

He’s standing right in front of me.

“Sorry about that, dad and I needed to have a very urgent chat,” I said.

“Should we be worried?” Zak asked.

“Not if we do things right,” I said. “Which is why I was gonna call you.”

“And here I was about to talk about, well, that night… I guess that can wait though.”

“Actually it has exactly to do with what happened that night,” I said before undoing the knot on my robe. “Try not to panic, okay? Neither of us could’ve seen this coming…”

“Seen wha-” I cut him off by opening my robe exposing my belly. “THE FUCK?!”

“I told you not to panic,” I said. “Fear is the last thing either of us should feel right now.”

“I-I mean is it mine? The fuck am I thinking of course it is,” Zak buried his head in his hands.

“It’s only partially yours,” I explained. “The human part is very much you. It also has bit of me, and a part of the demon that put it in here.” Zak’s head shot up.

“Demon?” I nodded.

“For eons his kind had gone by one name,” I held my stomach and tears erupted from my eyes. “Antichrist.”

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” Zak muttered. “Does this mean...did… did we just end the fucking world?”

“No,” I whispered. “Well, I mean we basically puts it fate in our hands. If we do things right he will grow to be the most powerful being on this planet but he won’t be evil. If we fuck up though…”

“It will be the ultimate fuck up,” Zak finished. “And there’s nothing we can do right now, you know like an abortion or..?”

“He’s growing too fast and even if we did they would only try again with someone else,” I said. “I’m not the only Nephilim in the world remember?”

The shock wouldn’t leave Zak’s face. I walked over to the couch where he was and sat down beside him. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry you’re involved in this…” He turned to me but didn’t say anything, hell he wouldn’t even look at me in the face, his eyes froze over the bump. Still staring he slowly reached out and placed his hand on my stomach. There was another nudge in response.

Zak gasped. “It really is growing fast. I take it we don’t have the normal nine months to prepare.”

“Nope,” I muttered.

His hand then fell from my stomach down to my hand. He took my hand in his and held it tight. “I’m with you every step of the way.” He said sounding like he was making a promise to himself, to me, and to his child. “I love you, Y/N. More than I’ve ever loved anyone before… and evil or not I will love this baby for the rest of my life.”

“I love you too,” I whispered before Zak leaned in and enveloped my lips with his. Somehow this kiss felt different than the ones we shared that night. It was more warm, loving, and well… human.

After a while we pulled back and Zak just held me against him. “There’s something we have to do before anything else, though.”

“What?”

I looked up at him, smiling weakly. “How do you feel about getting married?”

[metalmonki]

Next big work

[algea]

A Little Ghoulin'.

Prompt: You go to a highly aggressive location with Zak and the GAC and you get attacked by a malicious ghost.

Pairing: Zak Bagans x !female Reader

Warnings: girl idk, the GAC being themselves? also vomit

You were at another investigation with Zak and the crew. Everyone knew that you and Zak had something for each other, but the both of you were oblivious to it. This particular location had highly aggressive entities towards women. There were even accounts of demons attacking the women that’ve entered the building. Zak was already nervous bringing you as it was, but with this information, he was not having it. But of course, you insisted on going, even if it meant going against him.

“Are you SURE you’re alright going in there by yourself, Y/N?” Zak asked, gazing down at your face with a very worried look. 

You rested a hand on Zak’s chest and sighed,

“I’m fine Zak, really, I’ll call for you immediately if I run into trouble.” 

He sucked in a deep breath and muttered something too low for you to hear, probably irrelevant to you anyway. You drew your hand from his chest and rested on his cheek, softly stroking it with your thumb. His hazy, blue eyes met yours and the both of you shared and unknown contract, one that you would soon find out.

“I…You know I’m really against you going in there, right? I can’t let you get hurt like I would myself.” Zak sighed, his captive gaze holding yours. You only gave him a soft smile and ran your thumb slowly over his bottom lip. Zak’s lips ghosted a smile, but only before you heard a camera click and various noises of happy cheering.

“Dude! I knew it was gonna be here! Pay up, Billy!” Aaron exclaimed, still holding his phone in the position he took the picture in. Both you and Zak’s heads snapped over to him, only to see Aaron holding out his hand as Billy handed him a 20 dollar bill, and Jay snickering in the background.

“Shut up, Aaron.” Billy sighed, looking over at you and winking knowingly. You rolled your eyes at your best friend and dropped your hand from Zak’s face. 

“You two BETTED on when something like this would happen?” Zak questioned, his eyebrows raised and his head tilting towards them angrily. 

“Oh I am SO beating your ass after we get done here.” He added. All Aaron, Billy, and Jay did was laugh and crack jokes about you two. You snatched your personal camera up and turned it on before saying,

“Well fuckers, I’m heading inside.” 

You started to the door, which was on the opposite side of the large building. Zak followed you to make sure that you got in ok, as well as to be close by if you get in any danger. You stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. Zak placed his hand on your shoulder, leaned down and said,

“Don’t have too much fun without me.”

You smiled and reached up to place a kiss on his cheek. You then opened the door of the building and entered.

—————

The energy in there was like a hurricane, you felt so off every time you took a step.

“Whoa guys, I feel really off. Like every step I take man. Shit’s weird as hell.” You say as you walk further.

“You’re doing good, Y/N, just keep it up.” Zak’s voice said through the walkie-talkie. You went and sat down on a chair. You pulled out a spirit box and flicked it on, letting the static fill the electrified air. 

“Is there anyone with me right now?” You asked, looking around the almost pitch black room. You thought you could make out a tall black figure standing in the doorway of a room.

“Evil.” A woman’s voice came through, startling you.

“Zak, just as I said ‘is there anyone with me’ I saw a very tall black figure in the doorway of a room, then the voice came in and said ‘evil!’” You yelled, eyes looking at the X camera watching you. 

“Holy shit! We thought it said ‘evil’ too!” Aaron came in.

Just then, a voice came in and said,

“Demon…LEAVE!…”

But before you could say anything, something grabbed your hair and lifted you up off the ground. You shrieked and kicked, but to no avail because your feet were no longer touching the ground.

“ZAK! ZAK! IT’S FUCKING HOLDING ME IN THE AIR! HELP! HELP! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” You screaming, tears streaking down your face. 

You felt like your limbs were getting pulled apart from all directions.

“FUCKING HURRY ZAK, PLEASE!” You shrieked, choking on the vomit that was bubbling up through your chest. The vomit spewed out of your mouth. Zak slammed through the door and sprinted towards you. 

You crumpled to the floor in a crying heap. He didn’t care about the vomit on the floor, or the ugly crying that continued to come from you, he only cared about YOU. Zak’s hands grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into him, his muscular arms clinging to you like a small child to its mother. 

“I’m here, I’ve got you, I’m right here, shhhh…” Zak muttered into your ear softly, rocking you back and forth in an attempt to calm you down.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” Billy yelled, sliding onto the floor and grabbing your shoulders from behind.

You shook from your sobs, and Billy did his best to calm you down. Zak was silent, his mind at work. 

“Cmon Bill, let’s pick her up and carry her outside.” Zak suddenly said, wrapping an arm around the small of your back. Billy did the same, and they carried you outside. Aaron and Jay rushed over to you, giving you a warm embrace. 

“Dude that was insane! The evidence we just captured was awesome!!!” Aaron exclaimed, withdrawing from the hug.

“Aaron, shut the hell up, it’s not about the evidence right now, it’s about Y/N.” Zak snapped, turning his head and glaring at him. Aaron sighed and nodded his head in agreement after a moment of thinking.

“Aaron, you and Billy go back in there and take some Full Spectrum Camera photos. Jay, you watch them in case something else happens, I’m going to help Y/N clean up.” Zak said, handing the Full Spectrum Camera to Billy. All three reluctantly trudged to their destinations, knowing that leaving you two alone could be very dangerous. Zak took you over to a couple steps and sat you down, holding you worriedly.

“Are you ok?” Zak asked, one of his hands traveling up to cup your face. The tears that rolled down your face slithered down his thumb, which was gently brushing over your cheekbone. You didn’t say anything, you just let the tears keep falling as he examined you further. Zak was muttering something, but you paid no attention to him, you were so mesmerized by him. As he was talking, you just couldn’t stop the urge to lean in and kiss him. 

“Do you need anything? I can get you something if you want, we’ve got plenty of stuff and it’s no-“ Zak rambled, but was cut short by you leaning in and softly pressing your lips against his. Zak’s eyes widened and his other hand flew up to cup your other cheek. He leaned into the kiss, letting himself do all the work, he just couldn’t resist you. Your hand rested on his shoulder, and the other trailing down to the small of Zak’s back. 

It was like the world stopped as you kissed him, everything freezing in place for a moment. Everything felt right, like this was the way it was supposed to be. You were the first to lean away, gasping for air as you rested your forehead against his. You heard the familiar click of a camera and snapped your head to Jay, who was grinning like an idiot. 

“Just wait until the boys see this, this’ll be GOLD.” Jay exclaimed, scurrying away after Zak lunged at him, trying to snatch the photo.

“Oh. Shit.” Is all Zak said, but you only smiled at him, knowing that it’d be fine, just like your spirit guides told you.

[ghost-adventures-imagines]

Poveglia Island Lockdown

@that-choir-girl

Note: You try to comfort Zak after he gets possessed

~~~

For a brief but frightening moment, the Zak you knew and loved was not there, he was momentarily replaced by something else and it was horrid to have witnessed demons possess him.

Being Zak’s girlfriend, you have wanted to experience at least one lockdown, but Zak was against it and immediately said no. However, your birthday was coming up just a few days before they are set to leave for the next investigation. You already knew from Aaron that they were going to Poveglia Island in Italy.

After doing some research in secret, the Island really sparked your interest and you really wanted to go. Even knowing now that Zak would say no, you decided to wait until the right moment to ask him about taking you with the Ghost Adventures Crew. Your window of opportunity had opened on the day before your birthday, when Zak asks you what you would like for your birthday. You didn’t waste a moment and flat out told him and given the fact that the trip wasn’t until a couple days later, you thought it was perfect timing.

“Hey, sweetie?” Zak says.

“Yes?”

“What would you like for your birthday?”

Your lips form the widest grin that Zak has ever seen and it gives him a hunch that he already knows what you were going to say.

“I want to go with you on your next lockdown.”

“I knew you were going to say that. (Y/n), I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t want any kind of evil to follow you or to use you against me during a lockdown. It’s going to be dangerous. It’s too dangerous, this next place we’re going to.”

“I know of the possible consequences if I get involved in something like this, and Zak, I promise I’ll be just fine. I promise nothing will happen to me there.”

Zak gives you a suspicious look.

“How in the world would you know that for sure? I haven’t even told you where the next lockdown is located.”

“Oh, I do. You’re going to Poveglia Island in Italy. Aaron told me.”

After an intense conversation, Zak eventually caves in and said you could come along, but there will be rules he expects for you to follow, which you agreed to.

The golden rule was to not wander by yourself, stay close by his side or with either Aaron or Nick. Now here you are, chilling at nerve center, preparing to join the crew in the lockdown. The moment you decided you were set to go, Nick suddenly appears with a look on his face that made you feel uneasy. It takes him a moment to gather some words, but when he mentions Zak, you feel your heart drop.

“(Y/n), something is wrong with Zak. He’s not himself, he’s suddenly enraged and is cussing everyone out. He just got right up to Aaron’s face and screamed at him, could you please come help him to calm down?”

“Yes, of course.” you agree.

You’d do anything for Zak. There have been times you witnessed him so angry and you’re the only that could erase the anger and comfort him, bringing him back down to earth.

As you get closer to where Zak is, you start hearing all the commotion that Nick just described to you. After stepping inside, you see Zak is still up in Aaron’s face being aggressive a little to the extreme. Aaron was just as much your friend as he was Zak’s and you felt that you needed to step in before things escalate further than needs be. You see Zak continuing to scream at Aaron.

“Me?”

“Yeah! I said you!”

That’s when you go to confront Zak, putting Aaron protectively behind you. Looking at Zak with direct eye contact, he stares back you, almost like he didn’t know or recognized you.

His sudden anger is shifted towards you.

“Get the f*** out of here!” he shouts.

You don’t budge.

“Don’t make me say that again! Get out!”

Still, you don’t move.

Rather, you gently took hold of his arm and started talking to him.

“Zak, it’s me, (Y/n).” you say.

Zak’s response is silence as he looks as if he was studying you, trying to remember you. Zak is instantly a bit calmer once he felt your physical touch.

You then wanted to take him outside for a breather.

“Zak, come on. Let’s get you outside.”

Zak still remains silent as he allows you to lead the way under the evening sky. Since nerve center was set up outside, that’s where you take him and once you got there, you didn’t expect for him to breakdown.

“They wanted us to die here! I had never felt anything quite like this on previous investigations, nothing this intense at least. (Y/n), when I stepped inside, I felt this overwhelming desire to bring harm on Aaron and Nick. I wanted to murder them! I have to get out of here, this is island is truly cursed.”

As you’re cuddled up to his side, you only listen as you run your fingers gently up and down his back as an attempt to comfort him.

“I didn’t have that desire for you. I just wanted you out because I felt that you were in my way of what I wanted to do.”

You hug him closer.

“Zak, I know that was really scary for you and I admit it was scary for me as well, to see you like that. But you’re safe now, now that you’re with me. You’re always safe with me. I won’t let anything happen to you. Nothing stands in my way to keep protecting you. I love you so much.”

Upon hearing that, Zak started to feel more comforted, having you there made him feel safe.

“I love you even more, (Y/n).”

It was now Zak’s turn to hold you close to him, it was his turn to never let anything happen to you, it was his turn to never let you go.

He remained there with you, holding you close to him.

~~~

[heartofsilence14]

#1FAN

#1FANNNNNNN luvvv u best friend best friend....😍😍😍😍🥰😘😘😘

[zorkyy]

" —want me to return the favour? .."

warnings: smut, zak bagans x gn!reader (gender isn't specified), blowjob, explicit writing, rough .. pure filth jus' per usual.

the visualization of him being pleasured was something close to a vision from god above. given he was somewhat egotistical – it was ultimately meaning that those melodic moans slipped from his mouth with ease and they were grossly and lewdly loud. he grabbed hold of your strands of hair, fingers intertwining with the delicate locks as he precisely anchored your head up and down on his wettened shaft. “ my fucking .. god.. “ he grumbled as his chest heaved. “ you.. you swallow me up so good, so good f’me.. “ underneath these bolstering circumstances, the action of knitting his brows followed. 

your eyes seemingly wandered up to his lustful filled gaze, his adams’ apple bobbing up and down as these moans seemingly tumbled out of his mouth. his uncontainable moans are similar to a boiling pot of water as the foaming substance seems to overflow, similar to an unyielding temptation, similar to rivers that sometimes overflow their banks and then flood the surrounding land. he just.. they were unstoppable. those vibrations of you seemingly humming around his hardened cock increased, the broad expanse of your tongue running alongside his hardness. 

that sensation of his tip prodding against the back of your throat was enough to make you gag, enough to cause tears to prick at your eyes – dampening your lashes. he was weirdly swift to allow his calloused hand to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping the senseless tears away. 

he looks past his glasses, staring down at you as another moan tumbled from his mouth. “ m’so close baby.. oh– oh baby.. “ his movements become increasingly sloppy, these vital movements causing this wet sopping noise of his cock hitting the back of your throat. “ oh fuck! oh fucking.. oh fucking hell.. “ he seemingly grunts out as his tone increases for a moment — he reaches out at your head. his fingers roughly locking around your head. 

he suddenly stills as he allows his warm seed to trickle down your throat, his mouth going agape as he feels his body tense and shiver. you seemingly struggle to swallow his tepid release, struggling to breathe as he keeps your mouth locked around him; seemingly keep your face/nose adhered up against his grove of pubic hairs. 

as his chest still continues to hoist, his pectoral pressing up against the tight fabric of his shirt, his grasp suddenly loosens. he lugs your head off his now softening member, he slopes himself at an angle and heaves you upwards towards him. immediately he captures your mouth, kissing you in a sensational mannerism. he disregards the commotion of your groin pressing up against his somewhat flaccid cock — he withdraws slightly and nuzzles your nose against his. “ you did so good.. y’know that? “ he reasoned with you.

he then suddenly inquires “ want me.. want me to return the favour? “ 

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Hey, my requests are open

I decided I would also like to write for other fandoms outside of f1.

I’m thinking about:

Criminal minds

Aaron Hotchner

David Rossi

Emily prentiss

Game of thrones

Little finger

Tywin Lannister

Tyrion Lannister

Sansa stark

John snow

Star trek

Leonard McCoy

Spock

Christopher pike

Harry potter

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Lord of the rings

King Thranduil

NCIS

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Sherlock

Mycroft homes

The walking dead

Negan

Celebrities

Alan Rickman

Lee Pace

Pedro pascal

Zak Bagans

Let me know if you want other fandom or characters I’m open for everything.

Drop a request.

I would be happy to write it