American Horror Story Character Imagines/Preferences

when they're self-conscious.

Murder house

Tate: It was still early when you came home from the charity you'd recently begun donating to, so you figured you'd get a shower in and do a little self care. Just as you were applying your mud mask though, your ghost boyfriend appeared behind you in the mirror. You jumped as he spoke, startling you in the middle of your ritual. "How was it?" He kissed your clean cheek and watched you through the mirror as you continued. "It was really fun! I met a couple cool people there and they let me know about an animal shelter that takes volunteers not too far from here. I think I'm gonna try that out soon." Your boyfriend's eyes ducked down to the tile as you spoke and he had to clear his throat. "How soon?" You were a little confused and turned to look at him, face mask application complete. "I don't know, I don't have any concrete plans yet. Why?" "Just wondering.. You don't always have to do that you know?" "Do what? Charity??" He began to get frustrated, but it wasn't an anger in his voice you heard. It was shame. "Give back. You don't have to try so hard to be a good person just because you're dating me." He spit out the words he had been holding back ever since you discovered his past. "Tate..? That's not what I'm doing. There's so much shit in the world, the least I can do is spend a couple hours a week making it less so." You argued. "Yeah, and I'm part of the shit in the world, (Y/n). You should know that." He said, resolving to sit against the closed toilet. "I'm a monster, you should have seen the way you looked at me when you found out. Hell, I look at myself different too." He stood up and still refused to meet your eyeline. "If you don't want to be with me, that's fine. I just don't want this to be a pity thing. I don't wanna be a charity project to you." You were shocked that he felt this way. But, taking a second to consider things from his perspective, you understood. "Aw, puppy dog," you took his face in your hands to direct his sad eyes to you. "I'm such a bitch." You laughed, and he chuckled in shock. "I didn't even think about how you're stuck here forever. You don't get to go out and do stuff to feel like you're changing the world. Babe, you make every day better just by being yourself. You're the one that holds this entire Hell house together. I've seen the way you take care of those little girls, and that poor sad woman, the twins! Where would they be without you?" His eyes were clear now, and that sad puppy dog frown had disappeared at your words. "Where would I be without you, Tate?" You kissed him gently and smiled, continuing your monologue. "Everybody makes mistakes. What's important is that we learn from them and try to be better people in any capacity. The fact that--" you were stopped short by his sly burst of laughter. "What?" You asked quietly, embarrassed. "I can't take you seriously with that mask on, smarty pants." "Shut it." You smiled widely, turning back to face the mirror. "I want some too!" He pressed his cheek to yours and you squealed in shock when he pulled away with some of your mask. The rest of the night was spent taking care of yourself, and of your boyfriend. It felt good to pat him back. He took such good care of you and everyone, even if he didn't see it all the time.

Violet: Violet had been awfully quiet the past few days. Of course she still talked to you. Still joked around. But there was a pause she would take after every polite smile. A pause where sadness lingered behind her eyes and her face flushed. Finally, you'd had enough of her shy out of character behavior when you were out shopping at a thrift store. You'd asked her to try on some slinky prom dress, even negotiated that you'd try on a much more bedazzled one, but she refused. "What's wrong.?" You dropped the dresses back into your cart. "Nothing. I just don't want to." She re-crossed her arms in front of her torso and looked off. "You're different, rose. Was it something I did? I'm sorry." You apologized prematurely, just wanting your girlfriend back to normal. "No! It's not you.. It's.." she sighed and groaned at her choice of words. "It's me. I'm just. I'm gaining weight." She almost whispered. You couldn't help but giggle a little in relief that nothing so serious was wrong. "That's all?" "It's not funny, (Y/n). This is the heaviest I've ever been." You stepped towards her, with the silly dress draped over your arm, and brushed a hair behind her ear. "It's also the happiest you've ever been, right?" She conceded with an eye roll at your cheesy notion. "The reason I noticed you were different was because of your smile, not your body. I literally do not care what you look like, you're the hottest girl I know no matter what. But I want you to feel beautiful. I'm sorry I haven't been doing a good enough job of letting you know that." You kissed her, exchanging lipgloss with a smack. Her face was red and she took the dress from you if only to hide in the changing room. When she emerged, the two of you left the store and made plans to start exercising and eating better. If she didn't feel her best, neither did you.