#FATHER FIGURE

BRANDON SKLENAR as ANDREW WINCHESTER THE HOUSEMAID ‧ 2005

1x01 vs 1x03 - How Garrett Graham likes his coffee..

she loved him with every fibre of her being. she did. however since remembering titus? she was really struggling to even look at her husband right now. "you look like him..." she whispered, a choked sob leaving her. "you look like titus. he tried to kill me and my sister. the only way i could try to save us both was agreeing to marry him. it was fucked up and to make things worse; he kissed me. i didn't want any of it but i had to try to save us. but you could be his fucking twin." grace wiped at her eyes. "it's freaking me out, finn. like really freaking me out." @fatherfigcres

        “i  don't  think  anyone's  ever  asked  me  that  before.  or  maybe  they  have.  it's  been  too  long."  vanessa  hummed  and  looked  at  them  thoughtfully.  “i  used  to  think  that  i  was  fulfilled.  that  i  got  exactly  what  i  wanted.  but  lately  i'm  not  so  sure.  life  has  a  way  of  throwing  us  curveballs." 

"it's what i do. ask things no one else ever has." tony stark had never been known how to be quiet. really, truly, he had no idea how and he did not care. if he didn't ask those questions, who would? he nodded along, as he listened to vanessa speak. he did get it, in a way. he was used to those curveballs, especially. "maybe you should do something about that, then? get out of that one bad, unfilled spot?"

         “brute!”  catherine  shouted  back  at  the  stranger,  a  villager  she  did  not  know.  she  tried  to  physically  push  past  heathcliff  when  he  shoved  her  behind  him,  but  that  was  no  use.  he  was  already  defending  her  without  a  thought.  and  she  could  tell  he  was  angry.  “do  not  ever  speak  to  me  that  way.”  she  bit  back  at  him,  attempting  to  move  around  heathcliff  again.  “next  time  i'll  tear  your  heart  out."

"cathy. stay back." a hiss escaped his lips, as healthcliff pushed her behind him. she would not move, if he had anything to say about it. not while there was any danger around them. it was foolish, perhaps, to think that he could protect her from any kind of harm, but it would not stop him from trying all of the same, for what was more important than keeping her safe? " you heard her ," healthcliff's eyes did not leave the threat in front of them. not for a second. "you ought to get on going now. or i may make it so the lady's threat is fulfilled. now." he did not jest.

JACK ABBOT THE PITT | S1 - S2

        “it's  fine.  everything's  okay  …  it's  fine.”  nina  kept  repeating  softly  as  andrew  lead  her  out  of  the  chaos  inside  the  restaurant.  they'd  been  having  a  nice  meal  and  there  was  a  physical  altercation  at  another  table.  it  happened  to  be  only  a  few  feet  from  them  and  when  a  wine  glass  was  thrown  down,  one  of  the  shards  scratched  her  cheekbone.  barely  missed  her  eye.  nina  was  still  holding  the  cloth  napkin  over  the  cut  as  they  made  it  onto  the  sidewalk.  she  could  feel  andrew  practically  vibrating  with  anger  and  it  made  her  body  stiffen.  surely  he  wouldn't  be  angry  at  her  for  this.

“what the hell were you thinking? sitting so close to that asshole? you were nearly on his lap. no wonder the fucking glass hit you. if it had been anything more serious, i would have had to put hin through a wall and then, where would we be?” he hissed, leading her away from the crowd. andrew was, without a doubt, putting the anger where it shouldn’t be. but it had been an important restaurant, there were people that he worked with there and.. well. he did not like having his image ruined. what would people think? “next time, we’ll stay home,” he continued on leading her away, before stopping abruptly, turning to her. when he did, his words surprisingly gentle. they hadn’t been, a minute ago. or before that. “let me see. you may need stitches.”

        “aww,  baby.  this  guilt  trip  is  brutal.  really  sorry.”  nina  cooed  and  tilted  her  head  to  look  into  andrew's intense  eyes.  she  could  tell  he  was  studying  her,  making  sure  that  she  filed  the  new  rule  to  memory.  they  were  easier  to  follow  now.  kept  her  on  her  toes.  “roasted  chicken  with  steamed  veggies,  mashed  cauliflower,  side  salad,  garlic  knots.  just  have  to  put  everything  on  the  table."

“as long as it doesn’t happen again, i think it’s quite alright. i’ll forgive it with how beautiful you look tonight.” andrew’s eyes looked up and down, studying her expression. well, he’d let it go. there were worse kinds of betrayal, after all. his smile widened, pulling her closed to him. “won’t you look at that? i’m the luckiest man in the world,” it did feel like that. during the best moments, at leas, such as this one right here. “cece won’t like not having her dinosaur chicken nuggets, though. we may have to convince her, hm? i don’t want your good work to go to waste.”

        “i'm  doing  this  for  our  daughter.  this  isn't  healthy.  it's  not  a  healthy  environment  for  her  to  be  in.  deep  down  you  have  to  know  that.  you  do,  right?"  there  was  no  way  that  andrew  could  be  oblivious  to  this.  he  was  intelligent,  well  spoken,  book  smart.  he  knew.  his  justification  made  her  suck  in  a  shaky  breath.  “no,  i  don't  know  that.  it  wasn't  necessary.”  she  argued,  feeling  sick  to  her  stomach.  “the  reason  i'm  the  way  that  i  am  is  because  of  you.  because  of  how  you  treat  me.”  nina  took  a  step  to  the  left  to  block  him  from  entering  the  room.  “conditions  need  to  be  put  in  writing,  notarized  by  an  attorney  of  my  choosing,  and  signed  by  you.  otherwise,  we're  not  coming  back.”

“i know no such thing. we have a home that most people would kill to have. you don’t have to lift a finger all day. cece is… she’s a princess. treated as one. you really want to take that away? her future?” deep down, there was a part of him that knew that this was somewhat wrong. but it had been buried deep by things he’d never admit; such as his childhood and the fear of letting her go and.. having.. nothing. nothing at all. wasn’t that where his dependence came from? he couldn’t be without her. “it was, nina. you know it was. you need to be.. taught, sometimes. otherwise, you’d end up burning our house down.” andrew simply sighed, as if he had already listened to enough. “sweetheart, come on. we both know it’s your past that made you this way. not me. shall i start listing the numerous events?” arms crossed over his chest. they’d see about that. “oh, conditions, such as?” he’d let her speak.

cecilia had managed to fool most of the other people she'd met from her past but... she knew she was never going to be able to pull the wool over her father's eyes. no matter how hard she tried. "look, i have already told you that you have me mistaken! my name is amy." she argued, crossing her arms over her chest. "i'm not your daughter or whoever the hell you're confusing me with. i'm sorry. i hope you find her but it isn't me, okay?" she turned on her heel to try to walk away but she really didn't see him buying it.

"you ought to start trying to be a better liar, daughter. this does not suit you." finn was seething. well, that would have been saying little, because she was a liar. he knew she knew who he was. he knew she remembered and he knew this was his daughter and.. well, she was going to be punished. all in due time. who did she think she was, really? "cecilia. should you walk another step, i'm sad to say you will regret it. hm?”

BRANDON SKLENAR as ANDREW WINCHESTER THE HOUSEMAID ‧ 2005

ANTONIO CIPRIANO AS JOHN LOGAN OFF CAMPUS, 1.03

Belmont Cameli for Bustle

"You lied. You like roller coasters." "No. I fucking love roller coasters." ALLIE HAYES & DEAN DI LAURENTIS | Off Campus

"it's because i'm scared, charlie. i... i am frightened that you will see who i really am and that i will never see you again. that you will turn around and walk out of my life." carlisle admitted. "when i met esme... she found out what i was in a very different way. i didn't have to have this kind of conversation." since he had turned esme to save her life and moved from there. "charlie... i'm not... human. i haven't been human since 1663. i have not aged since then. i have not changed physically since then. i am..." he hated the term vampire but he knew it was the best one for this situation, wasn't it? "i'm... what you would call a vampire. or what the books and movies would call a vampire." @fatherfigcres

"what? like you've been doing ever since we started... whatever this is? stop it, carlisle. enough! just say it. you don't want me and that's it and because you have some kind of messed up idea that you know what's good for me? i never said i wanted that! i just wanted you!" he was close to the point of throwing his hands up, because.. who the hell could have handled anything like this? he didn't and no matter how much it was "right. your wife. maybe you should have stayed with her, then." not what he had wanted to say, but.. all notions of that would have soon been whipped away from charlie's mind. "what? what.. what on earth are you talking about? you... you... is this serious?" @ragdclls

"yeah. you could say that, hun," finnick answered, trying for a little smile and he managed that. he could manage anything for annie cresta. she was a good person: far better than he was, even if that was unfair. all that he'd done, he'd done under duress. some people back in panem did not understand his love for annie. but their opinions did not matter to him. he loved her exactly as she was. he would never change anything about her. of course, he wished her internal peace. and he wanted to give her that, as much as he could. "you're the only person i feel one hundred percent safe with, you know? you're the only one who can help me to relax." even if he could not forget. none of them could do that.

"finn, you're here. we're safe. we're away. the capitol can't get to us." annie repeated those last three sentences to herself, time and time again, hoping that was going to calm her down a little bit. whenever finnick was nearby? it was the only time that she was able to breath, but it was also the one time that she was the most nervous, because she felt like someone was going to come and take him away from her again. yes? yes. it was why she had to remind him, as much as she had to remind herself, that everything was going to be alright. that they were going to be fine. they had to be, yes? "i'm here." @noonecallsusanymore

millie shrugged her shoulders. "just woke up. it's not nice waking up to an empty bed, you know?" she teased with a smirk, giggling softly as he pulled her onto his lap. "keep thinking about shit? what shit are you thinking about?" she questioned before resting one hand on his chest while the other cupped his cheek. "talk to me." millie didn't know exactly when she had fallen completely head over heels for him. she just knew that she had and she didn't want to lose him. he was the one good thing she had found in such a long time. @fatherfigcres

"oh, i apologize. felt like i had worn you out enough before that that you'd be fast asleep." blake grinned, knowing that he was joking around in hopes that she would.. not notice that he was losing his mind? it was close to never happening and yes, that was part of why he loved her as much as he did. because she knew. because she saw and because she cared and wasn't that more than most people could get, these days? "the past. life. my ex-wife. i keep thinkin' she'll show up to take tobes away from me." @ragdclls