American Horror Story Character Imagines/Preferences

how you met.

Murder house

Tate: You huffed and squinted as the sun pierced through your thick but apparently useless black sunglasses. You picked up a large box and, trying to finish quicker, you piled on a smaller box on top. You were moving into your new, way-too-big-for-one house. Your aunt slammed the side door of the car with her hip and blew a stray piece of hair out of her vision. "This is the last of my stuff, you're on your own, kiddo." You set the boxes back down in the trunk, sighing in mock anger. "So what, you're just going to leave me with all this junk?" "Its your junk !" She called, already walking away. "You should have gotten rid of more at the sale, goose. Especially since you just called it junk!" She tried not to laugh. "I'm sorry I'm eclectic!" You called out, smiling at this still excessive amount of boxes you'd have to move on your own now. Huffing, you picked up the stacked boxes once again, determined, but faltering after a few steps. "Shit!" You cursed as the first box toppled off of the second and you instictually closed your eyes, waiting for your knick knacks to shatter. When they didn't you slowly unscrunched your face. Your eyes opened behind your shades to see a beautiful blonde boy holding your box of (worthless) valuables. He smiled, dimples forming, instantly clicking something in your brain. "Tate?" You smiled, pleasantly shocked. His smile, however, faltered. "That is you oh my god!" You moved the heavy box to your hip and reached out to hug him without thinking. You'd recognise Tate Langdon anywhere, though it had been almost 10 years since you'd seen him. Once upon a time, he was your best friend, and first crush. Well, second only to Heath Ledger. He was still clueless and loosely hugged back. You pulled away. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe he didn't care to talk to you anyways. Your smile fell only a bit as you pulled off your sunglasses hesitantly. "(Y/n)... (Y/n)(L/n)..?" Your eyes searched his, now a little emabrassed. It was now your turn to watch something click in his brain. When it did he smiled hugely and pulled you quickly into a much tighter hug. "Holy shit, (Y/n)!!" You both laughed and pulled away, hands lingering a bit. "You're so hot I didn't recognize you." You punched his arm lightly, scoffing. "I mean, not that you weren't hot back then-- wait no, I'm right, we were little, you weren't hot back then-- That'd be weird." "Stop talking and help me." You both laughed and started walking towards the entrance to the mansion. He helped you carry the rest of the boxes to the front of the house, laughing and reminiscing all the way. He told you he lived nearby and you were happy you would be seeing more of him. You parted ways, the hug having a different emotion behind it this time, and he left, both of you smiling like school girls.

Violet: It was Violet's second day at her new, shitty, California high school. She told herself not to think like that; maybe she'd find a like-minded individual here. As she looked around however, that hope began to diminish. As she walked past the trio of bitches that hassled her yesterday, she kept her head down and prayed for silence on their end. Her prayer was not answered. "Didn't think you'd ever come back, Vi? Didn't learn your lesson yesterday, bitch?" Violet kept walking, eyes down and glaring. "What's the matter Violet, you gonna cry?" She taunted, getting in her face. Suddenly, a new voice joined. "Oh, go change your tampon, coke-whore." And a hand softly dragged Violet away from the scene. Finally Violet looked up at who was leading her. It was a beautiful girl, dressed in all black, and smiling back at her before releasing her arm. An unfamiliar part of Violet wished the stranger hadn't let go so soon. "Come on." You said softly. "Wait, where are we going?" Violet hesitated, but didn't stop following. "Don't you trust me?" You joked, continuing. Violet stopped. "No. I don't even know your name." She said honestly. You turned to look at her, taking in her beauty. "(Y/n). Sorry, I have a flair for the dramatic... I'm just taking you to the side of the school." You said, holding your hand out once again, hoping she'd take it. She did after a moment and you both smiled genuinely at each other. You and Violet arrived at a small but pleasant enough gathering of people smoking, talking amongst themselves and sat down on an open bench. "Leah won't mess with you back here. This place is the type of sanctuary dykes and theatre geeks and ..." You looked her up and down quickly, meeting her slightly stunned eyes at last. "other outcasts seek. Violet smiled slightly, visibly feeling better already. "And uh, which one are you?" You raised an eyebrow, knowing but wanting to hear her ask. "A dyke, a theatre geek, or other?" She blushed, embarrassed to even be asking this to someone she'd just met. "Why, are you interested?" You smirked, flirting. Her blush was unmistakable now and her eyes darted from the gum stained concrete to your smiling eyes. "Cause I am."