American Horror Story Imagines

Tate Langdon and Violet Harmon- Comfort

Credit to: evanpeterscharacters

"I can't take this," Tate yelled as he stomped up the staircase. You had just gotten home from college that day. It hadn't been that long ago since you bought the notorious so called "murder house". You had just turned nineteen and had to get away from where you were. Your parents had died in an awful accident and you were left with all of their things. You pack some up and sold the rest which gave you the amount needed to buy your current home. Most nights you weren't studying, you had to work until at least midnight to make sure you could keep up with the money needed to take care of your home. It was a good thing you didn't have work tonight, seeing as how Tate is acting.

You threw your bag down on the floor racing up the stairs and calling out his name. A door into one of the rooms was suddenly slammed shut. You walked over to it and carefully opened the door. No one appeared to be in the room, yet you could feel the ghost boy's presence. "Tate, if you want to talk about this we can. I'm here for you," you softly said aloud. Tate appeared in front of you. He looked angry and completely overwhelmed with emotion. "What's wrong," you tentatively asked.

"She won't stop being a bitch. Every time I try to do anything she just pisses me off or makes me feel like shit."

"I'm assuming you're talking about Violet."

"She just treats me like I'm God awful and acts like I don't already know that."

Tate's voice quivered as the sentence left his lips. He sat down on the ground and drew his knees to his chest. You could hear him start to cry and sat down next to him. "Tate, from what you've been like for the short time I've lived here you haven't seemed like a bad guy." Tate still sat there crying and didn't even look at you like he normally does when you speak.

You placed your hand on his back and started to rub up and down his spine. If he wouldn't listen to words right now you'd just show him comfort instead. He moved closer to you and looked up at you before he wrapped his arms around you. Tate buried his face in your chest and continued crying. You played with his hair and waited for him to calm down enough to talk again. "You really don't think I'm horrible," Tate asked as he wiped his nose off.

"Why would I? You always let me vent to you and try to help me study and cheer me up."

"You don't know much about me though."

"I don't need to," you said,"I only care about how you act now."

Tate sat in front of you and looked you up in down. It was almost as if he was studying you and stopped to take in your eyes. Your eyes didn't compare to his deep brown ones. They were beautifully dark and full of emotions. His hands slowly moved to yours and he gave you a glance as if asking to hold them. You nodded your head and he wrapped his hands around yours. "Maybe instead of worrying about Violet, I should worry about you," Tate said.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks and you looked down at the floor. Tate pulled you into his lap and caressed your face as he placed his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and tender, which you didn't expect from the usually snarky boy. You could feel your body give into him as you let out a low moan and parted your lips. His tongue found it's way around your mouth leaving you to do the same to his. You parted so you could take in breath and Tate pulled you against his chest.

" I want you to be mine and I don't know for sure if you feel the same way, but gauging by that kiss I'd say that answer is in my favor," Tate said.

"Yeah, I do," you answered back.

"Can we hangout for the rest of night," Tate questioned.

"Of course, but let's go lay on the couch and watch tv or something."

"Okay."

With that, you both walked downstairs and took your places on the big, comfy couch. Tate laid down in front of you. Your body shaped around his and he pulled your arm over his side. He played with your fingers as you watched the television. He rolled over to face you and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead.

You could feel yourself getting sleepy and cuddle as close as you could against Tate. As you began to fall asleep you could feel Tate lift you up. He carried you to your bed and laid down next to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist as you feel asleep with him carefully watching over you.