Anniversary – Lance, Eminem

“Here we are again… It’s been a year. I brought you some flowers. I didn’t remember which kind were your favorite. So I just brought the um… fuck… what’d they call it? Oh. Spring Bouquet. It’s got um.. daisies… um.. some purple flowers… some pink flowers.. yellow flowers- daffodils I think. A bunch of stuff. I think you’d like them. They’re all.. I don’t know.” Eminem sat down heavily in the chair next to the bed.

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I’m Not an Alcoholic – Eminem/Nick Carter

Eminem grumbled as he walked into the Waffle House. The last thing on this earth that he wanted to do with his life was be a mentor to some guy from AA. Just because he had graduated from the program didn’t mean he wanted to be any part of it now. Looking around the restaurant, he tried to locate the guy that the lady on the phone had described. `Fucking-A there’s a lot of people here,’ he thought. Em shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. He hoped no one recognized him here. `Why the hell would I want to be a mentor? Why the fuck did I agree to this?’ Sighing again, he looked around. “Tall guy, blond hair, blue eyes,” he muttered underneath his breath. “Healthy build… blond hair…. fuck where is he?”

“Excuse me, sir?” the waitress interrupted.

Em wheeled around on her. “Yeah?”

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You Ruined Me – Zak/Aaron

Aaron sat on Zak’s front porch steps. The rain poured down in front of him, splashing onto his shoes. Zak wasn’t home, but Aaron had made up his mind. Tonight was the night. He was going to wait for him to get here, even if it took all night. He knew where he was and who he was with. The only fear he had was that Billy would come home with him.

I could be the first to let you know
That nothing means anything
Now I’m standing here outside your door in the pouring rain

Aaron leaned back against the front door. He heard Ridley claw at it with his little paws and whimper. He knew who was on the other side. Closing his eyes, Aaron hoped that Zak came home that night. He didn’t want to be out here still in the morning. That would look desperate, and he wasn’t about to look desperate. Of course, he knew it probably wouldn’t go like it did in his head. It probably wasn’t going to be the fairy tale that he envisioned. It’s not like he planned on this.


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Triangle – Zak/Aaron, Zak/Nick

Aaron had never intended for it to go this far. Never. But it had… and they did… and man… He wasn’t going to say he regretted it, because he didn’t, but maybe he should have called Nick and warned him before their next lockdown.

Instead, here he was, awkwardly sitting next to an overly energetic and happy Zak, trying hard to avoid the accusatory gaze from Nick from across the table. Maybe a text message would have been safer than a phone call, but that point was moot now. Aaron shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Zak rested his hand on his arm momentarily while telling a story. Nick’s stare never faltered. Billy sat next to Nick in a happy, ignorant daze half listening to Zak and seemingly half wondering when he was going to shut up. In his own defense, Nick had broken up with Zak, if you could call it breaking up when you never even said you were together. Then Nick had left and Zak is a needy little bitch. ‘Come do this with me,’ lead to ‘stay with me,’ which lead to something of a physical relationship he never expected to have with a man, let alone his best friend.


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Tension – Zak/Nick, Aaron

Aaron knew his position. It was something that was never going to change, but he had resigned himself to it. He was the goofball. The one that was left to the sidelines and gave all the glory to Zak. He was happy with that. After all, Zak deserved it. He was the idiot that was provoking these entities. He brought them all together. He created this Ghost Adventures Crew.

So here he was. Standing in the middle of a friggin cornfield. Waiting. Why? Because Zak told him to stand here. He could hear movement around him and he hoped and prayed that it was either Nick or Zak or maybe even the wind. Actually, he really hoped it was the wind. The wind was less likely to play a prank or jump out at him. Though Zak wouldn’t do that… Nick totally would. He was an asshole like that. Aaron sighed and scratched his bald head.


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Ten Years – Zak/Nick

The small wooden boat rocked gently in the dark waters. Bright lights lined the waterway as they passed silently by. Nick held the man in his arms closer, thankful for this quiet time together. “I’m sorry,” Zak whispered, moving closer, half laying on Nick’s body.

Kissing the shell of Zak’s ear, he whispered, “For what?”

“Yelling at you…last night.”

Nick closed his eyes tight. “That wasn’t you, Zak. I know it wasn’t.” The gondalier steered their boat away from a wall with his foot, causing the boat to rock gently.


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He couldn’t describe it. Maybe it was becoming an addiction, this ghost hunting thing. Every cell in his body came alive on an investigation. His blood thrived on the adrenaline rush it produced, pumping through his body and seeping out of his pores with his sweat. The fight was a part of it. The drive. The hunger. He was starved for it. He began to crave it; thirst for it. Every lockdown, as they got closer and closer to the investigation site, his nerves lit on fire.

Addiction seemed like an appropriate word. Ghosts became his drug of choice. Investigations were the vessel through which they were delivered. His body ached for it. Living with the past in his home wasn’t enough sometimes. Other times it was too much. Too much. Maybe there was something that had nested in his soul; connected too much with him that drug him along and forced him into dangerous situations, screaming out at spirits he knew he couldn’t control. But that was half the fun of it, wasn’t it? Continue reading

Sorry – Zak/Nick, Aaron

Zak lay in the middle of his cold living room floor staring up into the rafters of his ceiling. He contemplated dragging himself to his dungeon, letting the darkness engulf and heal him, but even that, he thought, wouldn’t take away the pain. There had never been so much emotion uttered in a single word. Sorry.

Zak’s bones hurt. He didn’t know that it was possible to have your bones hurt so bad just because of grief. Maybe he should find a more comfortable surface. No… the cold, hard floor fits right now. Plus he didn’t think he had the energy to move. Everything was zapped out of him, right here, in his living room. With that one word and a cold metal key pressed into his palm. Sorry.


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Smile – Zak/Nick

Nick hated it. Absolutely loathed it. He didn’t understand how he could just give in so easily. Every. Single. Time. That one thing could just make him change his mind, agree to anything, everything, no matter what. It was absolutely maddening. A simple smile from Zak Bagans made him weak in the knees and he couldn’t stand it. Not the same smile that Zak used for pictures and with fans. No, this was that dorky, goofy smile that he fell in love with so long ago. The one that always accompanied that laugh that was solely Zak’s. It encompassed his true persona, everything about him that so few actually knew. And Nick cherished it. Continue reading

Hero – Zak/Nick/Aaron

Admitting he was scared was not something he did well. Zak could just not utter those words when he actually meant them. He was the bad ass Zak Bagans, ultimate demon hunter extraordinaire. Nick would sometimes admit when he was scared, which wasn’t very often. Mostly, he was just “startled.” Aaron never realized how easily Nick startled, but he never said anything about it. Aaron though… he was always scared. He was never ashamed to show it.

In private, Zak and Nick always admitted that Aaron was the ultimate bad ass. Every investigation Aaron went off by himself. He knew he could fight with Zak and tell him no, but he went and he stayed. Continue reading