American Horror Story Character Imagines/Preferences

Kyle: Secret

"You can't seriously think 'Rosanna' is better than 'I'll be over you'." You said, kicking your legs as you plopped down on your swing. Kyle and you were on a playground date in celebration of his good grades. "That's not what I think, that's what I know." He said, cocky smirk to match as he raced past you and stood on the flimsy swing right next to you. You made a tiny squeak as he almost fell and reached a hand out for the chain to steady him. "Let's just settle on the fact that Toto produced absolute bangers from start to finish." You nodded once, settling. "And that I'm right about Rosana, I'm always right." He jumped off and winked at you, sticking the landing. "Push me." You ignored him and wiggled your legs around.

Not a moment later you felt Kyle's hands against your back. He tickled your sides quickly and pushed you before you could fight back. You giggled as you swung higher and higher, occasionally meeting eyes with your boyfriend when he joined you on the next swing. "God, that laugh." He exclaimed, kicking higher. "Gets me high every time." He said cheekily. You mocked him with a much uglier laugh than your natural one. He moaned, "that's the one!"

The two of you continued to swing and draw back to your previous music bonding. "You're damn near perfect, you know that?" His swinging slowed. You thought by now you'd be used to Kyle's constant compliments, but every once in a while he'd give you one that made your cheeks glow red and your stomach fill with butterflies. "When do I get to meet your mom, huh?" Kyle dragged his feet through the sand to stop his swinging completely, as if an enormous weight had just plummeted onto his broad shoulders. "I wanna meet the creator of an equally perfect human being, it's pretty rare." Only after you finished speaking did you realize Kyle was frozen, unreadable look painted on his handsome face.

You stopped yourself and hesitated. "Kyle?" You asked softly. Was he hurt, something you said, playing a prank? Kyle shook his head after a second and couldn't meet your eyes when he stood up. "You don't want to meet her." He grabbed the chains of your swing from behind and gave you a gentle push, but your feet planted back into the ground, wanting to talk. "Hey," you half turned your body to look at him. Your hand went up slowly to his cheek to stroke it and the flinch he made did not go unnoticed. "Of course I do. What's wrong?"

Kyle finally met your eyes but only for a second before he huffed and jammed his hands in his pockets. "Come on, babes, it's getting dark. And cold." He started off towards the car, not waiting for you. You said nothing; truth be told you didn't know what to say. You only followed him. When you climbed in the passenger side though you were shocked to watch Kyle slam his fists against the steering wheel. "Kyle--" you were beginning to become scared of his sudden mood change. "The car won't fucking start." He got out of the car and slammed his door shut. You stayed inside for a moment longer, watching him grow increasingly frustrated before he lifted the hood.

"This is because I brought up your mother?" You asked, stepping out slowly. "I don't know what you're talking about." You saw him struggle and calculate how exactly to fix his car. This was the cruelest he'd ever been to you, which still wasn't cruel. But it wasn't Kyle. "What happened?" You asked, anxious for his response. "Nothing happened." He groaned, burning himself on a car part. "It's not a big deal." He looked at you, face softening a bit at the concern present in your own face and voice. "Nothing happened, or it's not a big deal?..." "You dont have to be so smart all the time, ya know."

You approached him and turned his face away from the inside of the car to look at you. "What did she do to you, Kyle?" His eyes were full of tears that had refused to spill until you uttered those words. After that it was as if a dam broke inside of Kyle and he cried like a child against your chest. "Oh God." You said, dropping down gently to the sidewalk with Kyle. You let him cry for an hour. No questions, no answers. You feared you already had your answer.

You eventually were able to move the both of you back into the broken down car. It was dark, and you were sure he was exhausted. You could easily order a cab and put him to bed, and continue on tomorrow or the day after as if nothing happened. But you didn't want any part of your relationship to become avoidant. You wanted to resolve this issue as much as possible and abandon it at this park. Kyle had stopped crying, and had managed to steady his breathing, but that was all he could do. You flipped on the roof light in the car and dug through your bag. Your hands emerged with two granola bars and a pair of headphones. Kyle chuckled weakly at the gesture. "You're such a soccer mom." He said.

You furrowed your brows, faking offense for a brief second, but replacing the expression with a soft smile. "It's Smores flavored, I'm the worst soccer mom ever." You handed Kyle the snack and an ear bud. You turned on Rosanna by Toto. The way Kyle's still red and tired face morphed into a bright familiar smile was priceless. It was an otherwise comfortable silence as the two of you ate and listened.

"She.." He started, surprising you. He was all cried out, but you could tell it was an incredibly difficult feat for him to be talking about this. You rested your hand atop his in attempt to comfort him. It did. He smiled down at your hand for a second before sighing and continuing. "My dad died when I was pretty young. You know that much. What you don't know is that my mom never let another man in her life. She depended on me for everything. I became," he paused, gathering a deep breath, searching for the correct words. "everything, to her."

Your worst fear had been confirmed. You were crying now, and you felt like an idiot for crying when it wasn't your tragedy. But you felt so connected to Kyle that understanding where he came from pained you like a hundred knives stabbed and twisted all at once. "Kyle, I'm so sorry." You covered your mouth when you choked out a sob. He blew a laughy breath out of his nose to keep from crying. He guided you over to sit on his lap in the driver's seat and now it was your turn to cry into his chest.

Kyle and you ended up falling asleep like that and awoke around 7 am. The car still being unsuccessful, the two of you walked a couple blocks to a nearby diner. At first it was quiet between the two of you, you didn't want to bring it up again but you also didn't want to ignore it. When Kyle ordered an enormous stack of pancakes with an equally large tower of whipped cream on top, though, you knew everything would be okay. You don't know why this made you feel so safe, secure. Just him being himself. The Kyle you were used to.

You plunged your finger into the cream and booped his nose with it. :o. You laughed way too loudly at his reaction, and his smile mirrored your own. "God, that laugh." He recalled quietly. You blushed. "Can you tie a knot?" You asked with a wink, holding up your own cherry and biting off the fruit. "Are you asking if I'm a good kisser? Do you not know? Damn." He shook his head and bit off his cherry. "Challenge." You dared, staring at the boy you loved and understood so much more now. "You're on, hot stuff."

A/N: whew, all done. That wasn't too long or horrible, yay. Confessing something like that out loud, speaking from experience, is incredibly difficult, but equally important.

Even if your voice was shaky and you choked a little on your words, you spoke up.

Like I said before, haven't finished season 3 (almost done I swear), so if there's some big continuity error or plot twist idk about regarding Kyle's story, I apologize. I tried to keep it pretty vague.

Aaaannnd back to our regularly scheduled programming. (Hopefully this weekend.)