American Horror Story Character Imagines/Preferences

You Get Jealous

Murder house

Tate: "I'm home!" You called, closing the door and slamming your heavy bag down. You were tired, but looking forward to spending the entire weekend with your man. You unhooked your bra through your shirt and let out a sigh of relief while you waited for Tate to respond. "Babe, I'm ready to be cuddled and watch Bob's Burgers." You hollered again, chuckling at the end. Relationship goals. "In a second, sunshine." Tate finally replied. Your eyes darted up to the attic; unsurprising as that's where he usually dwelled. What was surprising was not getting to watch him race down the stairs like an excited lonely puppy dog. Had you done something wrong?

You decided to come to him when you heard no movement on his end. "Baby-- Oh!" You walked in on Hayden cornered into a wall with Tate being the intimidator. Her smirk only grew when she saw you enter. She placed her hand gently on his cheek and stared deeply into his eyes. He instantly flinched and slapped her hand away. "I said, leave me alone." "Ooh," She bit her lip, "You gonna hit me? Do it, I want you to. I want it hard." She spoke quickly, greedily, and you could practically see the conflict overwhelming Tate. 

"Stop!" You said. You walked across the attic to your boyfriend and pulled him away without a word to Hayden. You guided him down the stairs like a child and you felt his shoulders relax with each step he took away from that woman. "(Y/n), nothing happened, I swear!" He said, spinning around to look you in the eyes. You almost chuckled. You knew Tate would never let anything like that happen, especially not with Hayden. "Relax, Romeo. I know you. And I love you." He finally smiled softly and gave you a kiss. 

You leaned into the kiss, heavier than usual. "She's just jealous." You said between kisses. He laughed and pulled away after you tried to slip in some tongue. "I think you might be a little jealous too." You shrugged innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about." You smashed your face back to his and ran your fingers through his hair causing you both to laugh. 

Violet: Violet recently adopted a cat named Peaches. Peaches was cute. You were cute. Peaches was needy. You were needy. Violet loved Peaches and you, you knew that obviously. But when your girlfriend cancelled your date night for a photoshoot with Peaches, the idiot gear kicked on in your brain. You couldn't believe that you were getting jealous of a cat. You hesitated to pick up the video call from Vi; you were still a little peaved about not getting to go out with her the night before.

Still, when you looked at the stupid face she was making in her contact icon, you knew you couldn't resist. "Took you long enough." She said as soon as you answered. "I'm gonna hang up now." You said, smiling snidely. "Oh stop, what's your deal? You didn't answer my text, I sent it like 3 hours ago." "I've been busy, I don't know." You were annoyed by your own petty voice and you could tell Violet was too. "I'm sorry. What have you been up to?" You sighed, trying to get over yourself. 

Violet set her phone down and brought Peaches into view, cuddling her close and making kissy noises. "We were just missing you." "oH yEaH?!" You mocked. "Jesus what is your problem?" She laughed at your ridiculous behavior. "Do you love Peaches more than me?" You said. You watched the screen, embarassed. Violet's mouth was left open and she stared back at you, speechless. "Vi, are you frozen?" You asked. She shook her head slowly. "No, just in shock at your stupidity." 

You blew a breahty laugh out through your nose and covered your face with your hand. "I know, I am too." She laughed at you and sat the cat down. "It's cute, in a dumb way." "You're cute in a dumb way." You responded. She stuck her tongue out at you and gave a toothy smile. "Come over and play with my kitty." She said. You raised your eyebrows suggestively and smiled. "Peaches, you idiot."

Asylum

Lana: You scanned the checkout isle slowly; candybars and tabloids, both chocked full of things that are bad for you. One caught your attention when you saw your girlfriend Lana spread across the cover. WINTERS GETS HOT WITH NEW WOMAN. "The fuck." You said to yourself, grabbing the tabloid from the rack and flipping through the pages to find more of the article. At last you landed on the picture of Lana and some beautiful woman you didn't recognize. Hand in hand.