Bowers Gang preferences And Imagines

Obsessed

Y/N had always dreamed of having a stalker—someone who was obsessively in love with them, who would create a shrine, leave love notes and flowers, and defend them from anyone who might cause them harm. To their delight, that dream had come true. They were thrilled by their new admirer's attention, until things took a dark turn.

One day, Y/N opened their locker and a letter fell out. They picked it up and read:

"I'm not good at writing, but I don't think I've ever met anyone as divine as you. When I see you, it feels as though I've been blessed by the most beautiful creature, granted the privilege of looking in your direction."

Y/N was smitten, enchanted by their mysterious admirer. Though they didn't know who it was, they were absolutely in love with the attention.

The pattern continued—letters, flowers, and gifts—filling Y/N with joy. They wished they knew the identity of their secret admirer and eagerly anticipated meeting them.

One day, a friend approached Y/N with some news. "Hey, did you hear Patrick has a crush on you?" they asked. Another friend added, "It's more than a crush; I heard he's been following you. It's pretty unsettling."

Y/N blushed. Sure, Patrick was creepy, but there was something undeniably attractive about him. Could he be their admirer?

Determined to find out, Y/N approached Patrick, nervous but excited. "Um, hey Patrick... I heard that, well, you know, I've been getting letters and flowers, and I heard what people have been saying..."

Patrick turned to them with a smirk. "Hmm?"

Y/N blushed deeper. "I heard you're the one sending them..."

Patrick chuckled softly. "You're cute. How about we skip all the chit-chat and get straight to the date?"

Y/N's heart raced. Patrick's smile was unsettling yet incredibly attractive. They couldn't help but wonder what his lips would feel like against theirs. "Uh, yeah, that sounds good. How about a movie?"

Patrick's eyes gleamed. "Sure, how about 8?"

Y/N smiled. "Sounds perfect, but my curfew is..."

Before they could finish, Patrick leaned in and kissed them, cutting them off. "I was thinking you could just tell your parents you're staying at a friend's house. After the movie, you can come to mine."

Y/N's face turned as red as a tomato. "That sounds coolio. See you then." They gave a playful finger gun gesture and hurried out of school.

Back at home, Y/N flopped onto their bed, feeling both excited and embarrassed. "Coolio? Finger guns? Really?" They thought about the kiss, wondering if Patrick had somehow read their mind.

Later that evening, Y/N waited at the movies, but Patrick never showed up. After some time, they approached the ticket booth. "Did Patrick happen to come earlier?" they asked.

The ticket master scoffed. "No."

Disheartened, Y/N decided to go home, realizing that Patrick had likely ghosted them.

When Y/N arrived home, their parents asked, "I thought you were staying the night at a friend's?"

"They canceled," Y/N said, tears streaming down their face. It seemed like Patrick's attention was just another cruel prank, giving them hope only to snatch it away.

The next day at school, Y/N stormed through the halls, determined to confront Patrick. But he was nowhere to be found. As Y/N shoved their things into their locker, their friends approached them.

"Y/N, where were you last night?" one friend asked.

"At home. Why?"

"People said you tried going on a date with Patrick," the friend replied.

"Yeah, but he flaked out on me."

The friends exchanged concerned looks. "That might have been better," one of them said. "Patrick was found dead."

Y/N's heart dropped. "What?"

"Yeah, he had several stab wounds in his chest," they explained.

Shocked and unable to process the news, Y/N went home in a daze. When they arrived, their mother called out, "Y/N, you have mail."

Y/N took the letter and opened it, revealing a chilling message:

"How could you betray me? After I gave you all this attention, you shove your tongue down that psycho mouth in front of everyone.

I don't blame you entirely; you didn't know who I am. But I expect you to wait for me to reveal myself before even thinking about anyone else. And once we're together, I don't want you to think about others at all."