My American Nightmare • Spencer Charnas x reader

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In The Bus
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Spencer's POV

I was conversing with Patrick, but his gaze kept drifting back to y/n in my room. "Okay, maybe it's the alcohol talking, but I think I have a crush on someone," he confessed. We all froze. I had to control myself because there was no way he was talking about my y/n, my little devil.

Joe laughed. "You mean y/n? I think you guys would be cute, but I'm pretty sure I heard she and Chris are friends with benefits," he said. Patrick looked a little taken aback, and I nodded. "Yeah, I heard that from Andy," I said. Ricky glanced at me while Miles looked between us. "You and Andy have been talking a lot, Spencer. What's up with that?" Ricky asked, taking a sip of his drink.

I faked a yawn, desperate to escape the conversation. "We're just talking about the tour and stuff. Don't worry. Also, I'm going to get some sleep; I'm exhausted. Thankfully, we have an off day tomorrow and the next," I said, standing up. They all nodded and said goodnight, continuing their party. I felt Patrick's eyes on the back of my head, burning with jealousy over my closeness with y/n. He had no idea.

Entering my room, I saw y/n lying there, her shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin. The sight sent a wave of dark desires through me. I wanted to mark her, to claim her with my teeth or a blade. Fighting the urge, I grabbed my extra black blanket and a pair of Ghostface sweatpants, exiting the room before I did something I couldn't take back. I threw my things on the bunk closest to my room and headed to the bathroom to change.

Settled in my bunk, I tried to fall asleep. The image of y/n's vulnerable form lingered in my mind, a haunting reminder of the dark thoughts that brewed within me. The alcohol-fueled laughter of the others faded into the background as my mind spiraled deeper into my obsession with her. Patrick's interest in y/n was a threat I couldn't ignore. But for now, I needed to bide my time, waiting for the perfect moment to ensure that y/n remained mine and mine alone.

As I drifted into a restless sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling that this tour would change everything. The lines between friendship and obsession blurred, and I knew I was willing to cross them for her. In the darkness of the bus, my sinister thoughts took root, preparing for the day when y/n would be entirely under my control.

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d r e a m l a n n d
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I was with my friends, laughing in the kitchen while we wore our swimsuits, ready for the hot tub. A scream pierced the air. Joe and I jumped. Nancy walked in with her brother.

"Alan, no one is there. I just looked. Now let's get you upstairs," she said to him.

Alan turned around, eyes wide. "Why? So you can party with your friends? I know what I saw! Believe me!"

Nancy was about to say something when Karen walked in with y/n, both laughing. Alan looked at y/n. "y/n! You'll believe me. I saw someone on the lawn! He-he was wearing a mask and-"

y/n knelt to Alan's level, her voice soothing. "Hey Alan, it's okay. Let's get you to sleep, bud. You might have seen something because you're so tired. I'm not saying I don't believe you, just maybe you're exhausted."

Alan sighed but nodded, and y/n walked him up the stairs. Nancy turned to us. "Everyone loves y/n. Anyway, Spencer, you stay with her. Let's go outside."