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.”
