American Horror Story Character Imagines/Preferences

getting together.

Murder house

Tate: Tap! You woke up at the sound and checked the time on your phone, blinding yourself in the process. 2:35 am. Your face grew stern as you smashed your head back into your pillow. All you wanted was sleep. Tap! Tap! "You've gotta be fuckin kidding me." You grumbled and pulled your self out of bed to investigate. You looked around the room, in the bathroom for a leaky faucet; nothing, and yet the tapping continued. You had an annoyed smile on your face as you looked up towards your ceiling. "God, if you're up there, please, for the love of.. you, let me sleep." Just then you heard the tap again and your attention was pulled to your window. You walked over to it, eyebrow raised, and watched as a tiny pebble smacked across it. You raised it open, ready to yell at some middle-schoolers, only to find your best friend. Against your will, as usual when you saw him, your lips spread into a tired, surprised smile. "You lost, little boy?" Tate sighed loud enough for you to hear from your upstairs window and you giggled. "Fucking finally! I'm about to run out of pebbles." You rolled your eyes as he spoke. "What's a guy gotta do to confess his undying love for you?" He said it like a joke, but it made your heart skip. When you looked closer, you saw him fidgeting, clearly serious and nervous despite his attitude. You paused, smiling again, thinking of what to say."What are you doing?" You called down, careful not to wake your aunt down the hall. "Asking you out." "I mean, why are you assaulting my window at 2am?" "It's romantic." "It's a disturbance of the peace! You're lucky I don't call the cops on your charming ass." "It's a crime of passion!" He giggled, overjoyed that he clearly hadn't ruined the friendship you had, but still hoping for more. He climbed your tree to meet you at your window. "You're going to jail for a long time, babes. Was it worth it?" "For you? Of course." You both just stood there, watching each other with dumb grins. Finally, he said, "What's your answer?" You nodded your head happily and he mirrored you, smile growing even more. "Yes?" "Yes." "Yes?!" "Yes!" You laughed. "WOOHOO!" He cheered and you silenced him with a kiss.

Violet: Violet has been avoiding you all day; even your other friends took notice. It wasn't hard to miss her dodging you between classes, even going as far as to skip two of the classes you shared. It had been a hard day without her, and you wanted desperately to complain to her about it; complain to her about her. But when you approached, she retreated, hands jammed in her sweater pockets. It made you think. It made you regret. Regret ever kissing that cute button nose of hers, coming on too strong, risking your friendship before it even fully formed. You were about to break down as the last bell rang, wondering if tomorrow would be the same. Why are you avoiding me? You finally texted her. Meet me at the spot in the park. She responded. You walked there slowly, you now wanting to be the one to avoid this. You thought about what to say, if you should say anything, and you thought about what she would say to you. You stood only a few feet from her now. She was lying down, one earbud in, and opened her gorgeous brown eyes only when you spoke. "I'm sorry." You blurted out. She sat up to face you. "I'm sorry I kissed you that day, Violet. I really like you, but not enough to jeopardize our friendship and risk losing you. No stupid crush is worth that. I'll get over it." You spoke quickly but you meant every word. You would have to get over her. Violet said nothing, but a smirk finally pulled at the corners of her lips as she stood to meet your level. "Well I hope I'm not so easy to get over. Cause if so, this is really gonna suck." She chuckled and pulled a CD out of her pocket. It read, be mine, in purple sharpie. "I was avoiding you because I was afraid I was just going to blurt out that I'm totally gay for you. And I wanted to do this right." She handed you the CD, rejoicing in the stupid smile on your face. You hugged her and kissed her cheek. "Dyke." You whispered, giggling. "This better have some good music on it or I'm breaking up with you." You said, examining the simple CD. "Yikes, it's mostly your songs, so they could be better." Hey can you not be such a bitch the next time you ask me out?"