My American Nightmare • Spencer Charnas x reader

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Afternoon
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Y/n Pov

Bleary-eyed and disoriented, I struggled to shake off the remnants of sleep as someone's voice pierced through the haze of my dreams. "Wake up, y/n!" the familiar shout echoed through my bedroom door, jolting me from my slumber.

My heart pounded erratically in my chest as I shot up, my back pressing against the bed frame as if seeking solace in its solid support. The sudden rush of adrenaline left me breathless, my senses on high alert as I tried to make sense of my surroundings.

"Is that seriously how you have to wake me up?" I snapped, my annoyance bubbling to the surface as I glared at the figure on the other side of the door. He knew how much I despised being startled awake—it sent waves of anxiety crashing over me, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed.

As he settled onto the edge of my bed, kicking off his boots with a groan, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his complaint. "Your bed is small, and your plushies are taking up so much space," he muttered, his voice tinged with playful exasperation.

I scowled at him, crossing my arms in defiance. "Says the guy who bought me them," I retorted, my annoyance palpable as I shot him a pointed glare.

He chuckled at my response, lifting his hands in a gesture of mock surrender. "Yeah, I did because we both love the Nightmare before Christmas, and if I'm mistaken, someone threw a massive fit when she didn't get a certain plush, so me being the best friend I am, I bought it for her," he teased, a subtle grin playing at the corners of his lips.

Despite my frustration, I couldn't help but smile at his words, the memory of our shared love for the iconic movie warming my heart. And as I looked at the plushies that adorned my bed, each one a testament to our friendship, I felt a sense of gratitude wash over me. In the end, no matter how much we bickered, he was always there for me, and for that, I was truly grateful.

He laid down and then took hold of a jack plush I had on my bed, then patted his chest. I nuzzled into him as I felt him position Jack on his chest so he could place his arm around me.

He sighed heavily, making me uneasy "what's wrong, Chris?" I asked him since he never was like this unless it concerned me or our relationship.

Excitement bubbled within me as Chris shared the news of the upcoming tour. "Chris, that's so cool!" I exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across my face as I looked up at him. "Who is it? Do I know them?" I asked eagerly, knowing that most of the time, I was familiar with the bands he toured with.

He shrugged casually before answering, "Well, one of them is Ice Nine Kills."

"Intriguing name," I mused, already intrigued by the prospect of discovering a new band. "Is there another one?" I pressed, curious to know the full lineup.

Chris's sigh gave me pause, and I sensed a shift in the atmosphere. "Black Veil Brides," he replied reluctantly.

Frustration boiled within me, threatening to spill over as Chris confirmed my suspicions about the tour lineup. Of all the bands, it had to be Black Veil Brides. Anger surged through me, and without thinking, I rose to my feet, ready to storm out in protest.

But Chris wouldn't let me go so easily. He reached out and grasped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Listen to me, y/n," he implored, his voice laced with urgency. "Andy is a prick, and he didn't deserve you. Hell, when you told me he cheated on you, I wanted to kill him for hurting you as he did."