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5 Times Pie Would Have Saved the Day in Classic Literature

It is a truth universally acknowledged that pie is beautiful and delicious, and classic novels are full of characters gritting through their complicated, difficult lives. But what if these characters had a heartwarming slice of pie? Things could have been very different…

1. Captain Ahab. Was ever a man more in need of a slice of coconut cream pie? Like the giant whale Moby Dick, coconut cream pie is large and white, but far less likely to induce unholy fury and a life-shattering revenge spree. Plus, Ahab would have to sail to some beautiful tropic isle to obtain the requisite coconuts, and a balmy tropic vacation could only do good things for his chilly temper.

2. Scarlett O’Hara. This feisty Southern belle has demonstrated time and again that she won’t give her heart away easily. The only solution to her inevitable loneliness is a cherry pie as bold, classic, and all-American as Scarlett herself.

3. Dorian Gray. Rich, dreamy, and devilishly smooth. Are we describing Dorian Gray or a chocolate silk pie? You don’t know, and that’s why they’re the perfect match. Perhaps if Dorian had been able to channel the passions of his youth into eating chocolate pies, he wouldn’t have turned out as dark and bitter as a Ghiradelli 86% cacao bar. Just sayin’.

4. Miss Havisham. Jilted at the altar. Left alone with her misery in a rotting home. Surrounded for years by reminders of her thwarted romance. This woman needs some SUNSHINE in her life, for goodness’ sake! No pie is better suited to the task than a cheery lemon meringue. Its pillowy meringue, sunny yellow curd, and buttery crust are enough to make anyone clear out the cobwebs and start spring cleaning.

5. Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy. Look, man. We know you tried. But heading into a proposal with the general game plan of “Insult family, point out her inferiority, bring up class difference, overwhelm her with ardent love” was a pretty poor strategy, all things considered. Imagine how things might have gone over with Elizabeth B. if you had shown up, casually, with a steaming rhubarb pie. You could have told her her that the bold tartness of the rhubarb reminds you of her stinging wit, but that you believe she could also be subtly sweet. Things could have gone so much better for you, Darcy.

But, since you botched the first proposal attempt, maybe you should go practice swimming in the lake at Pemberley. Don’t ask us why.

Punk (Chap. 8)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 4284…oops

Warnings: Same as always

A/N: Okay here it is chapter 8.  Let me know if the flow of this chapter is okay, if it makes sense.  I’d like to get a better feel of how I construct scenes so I can improve for the future.  I LOVE feedback, you have no idea.  So don’t be afraid to lemme know how you feel!

Also, there is a line in here with an asterisk (*) after it.  It is a paraphrase from Criminal Minds season 3 episode 8 said by Penelope Garcia to Derek Morgan and it is something that has always stuck with me and I just thought it was so perfect for this chapter.

Perhaps watching Investigation Discovery’s documentary on the world’s most notorious serial killers at one o’clock in the morning while finishing off the leftover apple pie in an essentially deserted tower wasn’t the smartest move.  Every sound was suddenly more sinister and every shadow could be hiding a deranged murderer who wanted nothing more than to chop off your head and keep it in the freezer, which had startled you so badly when it spit out ice cubes into its inner bin that you spilled an entire glass of water on Ferdinand who ran shrieking from the room and knocked over what was probably a very expensive vase. Fuck.

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Stood Up

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,159

Warnings: fluff, don’t date brett he’s a jerk

Prompt: The reader gets stood up on a date, but Dean swoops in just in time to save the night.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

You sat in the green backed booth, a cup of water in front of you. The waiter had been by twice already, asking if you were still waiting. You felt bad for continuing to tell him that you were, knowing that you were hogging a table that could be used for other people who had been waiting.

You were set to meet someone for a date. It was your first date, and you had met the man through a dating website. After weeks of talking, you were set to meet, tonight. He said he’d meet you at the restaurant at 6:00, and you panicked because you had arrived at 6:05, but when you got there, he wasn’t there and nobody had checked in under his name.

You sent him a message, asking if he was running late and not even three minutes later, he replied saying he was and asked you to get a table, assuring you he’d be there soon. Soon was said at 6:09pm, and it was now almost 7.

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Jack’s Betrayal

Bitty sobbed, “I can’t believe you! How could you do this to me?” He glared at Tater. “How can you let him do this?”

Tater shuffled his feet nervously, too afraid to look at Bitty.

“We are all human. Cannot help it.”

Jack tried to place a consoling hand on Bitty’s shoulder before thinking better of it.

“Bits, I’m so sorry.”

“Store bought pie! And not just any bakery bought pie! I’m gone for one week and you buy pie in CVS, and your precious Falconers just go along with it. How did artificial sweetener and failure taste like, Tater?!” Bitty spat out.

“We spoiled, of course we not like it as much as yours!” Tater hurriedly assured Bitty. “But we are human, and pie is pie.”

“Bits…” Jack tried to placate Bitty again, but was rebuked.

“Fine! Since all pie is pie then Jack can get all of your food from CVS! Maybe he’ll feel fancy and try Kroger cakes! Y'all better really enjoy that because I’m making nothing!” Bitty stomped off.

“Noooo!!! Zimbonni, what are we going to do? No more pie!” Tater cried out miserably.

Jack’s ears reddened, but otherwise there was no change in his expression. “Come on, he’s my boyfriend. I’ll find a way. Maybe. There’s still some frozen pie at home if everything fails.”

Tater’s mouth dangled open. “There was pie?! And you not share it with us? You give us fake pie and have Bitty be mad at everyone but it is okay with you because YOU still have pie at home?! You are dead man walking, Zimmboni.”

Jack shrugged.

Things I should be doing: 

  • Preparing my blogs
  • Drawing my muses
  • Something that literally isn’t what I ended up doing

Things I ended up doing:

(Okay maybe the nova was intentional. Also shoutout to @galacticnova3 , I saw your messages and I glad that I’ll be able to rp with you when I get the blogs rollin’. Also thanks regarding the positive message on the other art. Hope you like this nova drawing!)

Closing Time

Written for @quitbeingbanished​ as a thank you for donating to my Buy Me a Coffee fund. Posted publicly with permission.

Summary: Dean x male!reader a/b/o/. Dean comes into your bakery just before closing time. Normally, you get annoyed at late customers, but you make an exception for Dean.

Warnings: Smut, a/b/o dynamics

Word Count: 1500ish

A/N: This is my very first male!reader fic. I hope you enjoy it! XOXO

There’s only a few minutes left before you can lock the doors, and you’re counting them down. It’s been a pretty decent day, all in all, but the last hour has seen almost no customers, and you’re ready to go. With everything cleaned up and put away, you’re literally just leaning against the counter, waiting. Not the most exciting thing you could be doing with your evening.  

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Based loosely on this older post of mine.

When the charm shop went in next door, Jack was wary. But plenty of his tomes still had the residue of charms and spells lingering in the dust between their pages, seeped into their cracked spines, and Jack managed well enough. Still, an entire store devoted to mood charms and luck potions – the idea of it alone made his skin itch.

When a sign went up above the cheerful, red awning declaring the shop “Peachy Keen,” Jack was skeptical. The name indicated to Jack that it was probably some gimmicky chain store, pretending to be quaint and local while really forcing out actual local businesses. But the sign itself looked genuinely hand-painted – it was either a very clever marketing tactic, or Jack was wrong in his assumptions.

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I’ll Be Your Family

Written for: November with Dean Quickie Challenge

Prompt: Picture collage created by the lovely Kari!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 3307

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Language, Canon Divergent 6x01

A/N: All errors are my own, gifs/photos found through google, and as always thank you so much for reading!

Summary: The reader is just a small town girl living and working with her Mom when a handsome stranger rolls into town with sadness in his wake. The reader isn’t much for love at first sight but when did she ever stand a chance against a man like Dean Winchester.


    You massaged your shoulders as your friend Dana pulled in front of your Mom’s diner. A last-minute camping trip by the lake before the weather grew too cold had been a colossal mistake. It had rained earlier in the day giving off a dampness all night and when was sleeping on the ground ever a good idea. Not to mention the fact Dana had brought her latest squeeze with her and there were just some things you wished she didn’t share with you.

     “I’m too old for camping,” you groan as Dana chuckles. She’s always been the more outdoors type, but it’s just not a thing for you.

     “You’re what twenty-five, Y/N?”

     “I feel fifty and I can’t even find my glasses,” you shuffle through your bag once more to no avail.

     “I’m heading back to the camp I’ll double check for them but I don’t remember you having them on at all last night.”

     “Okay, thanks, Dana. Enjoy camping with Dave,” you wiggle your eyebrows seductively as she slaps your arm.  

     “Nothing happened last night.”

     “It was a tent Dana,” you accuse throwing open the door climbing out. “I heard everything, you kinky minx!”

     “Go to work you ass,” she laughs as you slam the door making your way through the back entrance to the diner. You toss your jacket and purse in the office before pulling your hair up into a ponytail as your Mom rounds the corner holding out your apron.

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Coffee Cups and Blankets (Yoongi x Male reader)

Walking along the wet streets, (y/n) headed for his favourite coffee shop. His umbrella was over his head and one earbud was in his right ear. He hummed quietly with his music, shivering from the cold slightly. (y/n) couldn’t wait to step into the warmth of the store.

This coffee shop is called ‘Quartz Coffee’ and is located on the outskirts of the town near (y/n)’s apartment. He silently thanked whatever higher power there may be for it being close. If he had to walk any further he thinks he would have died. Not many people were out considering the rain but (y/n) thought it was soothing and worth the possible cold he may get. He had a backpack with his laptop so he could browse the internet as he sipped on his warm drink and ate whatever pastry is favourite barista recommended his today. Said barista isn’t the main reason the boy likes this coffee shop but, he is a very, very nice addition.

(y/n) could go on about this boy- which is starting to irritate his friend, Jungkook- but (y/n) really didn’t care and Jungkook is secretly happy (y/n) has someone he admires so much. Despite his comments such as:

“(y/n), I get you like talking about him but you could be using your mouth to suck his dick right now.”

“He sounds unsettlingly calm. People like that have dark secrets usually like sex dungeons or knife kinks. Never knew you were into that.

"Please just ask him out already. I want to meet him and scare the shit outta him.”

             (y/n) always sighed and rolled his eyes at all his best friends comments, but the blush on his face told a different story.

(y/n) really couldn’t help it though. This barista, Min Yoongi, was stunning in every way possible. His hair looked soft, his eyes seemed sharp yet strangely soft, and he wasn’t too tall nor too short. (y/n) could go on about him for hours. He just was captivated by the aura and beauty this boy exudes. Never before has (y/n) been so attracted to someone he barely knew; never before has (y/n) felt true love.

The boy finally reached the shop and closed his umbrella before stepping in. Heat and a delicious smell engulfed him. (y/n) found himself smiling.

“Welcome back, (y/n). What can I get you today?” His thoughts were interrupted by the urethral being. Nonetheless, (y/n) smiled.

“Hello, Yoongi. Could I get the hottest large white chocolate mocha possible? With whatever treat you’d like me to try today,” (y/n) smiled, still shivering slightly. Yoongi took note of this.

          “Coming right up and you really shouldn’t be out when it’s this cold.” Yoongi frowned at the boy.

          “A-ah it’s fine! I needed to get out of the house anyways!” (y/n)’s face was covered in a deep blush. Yoongi looked the boy up and down, letting out a sigh.

          “Your foods on me today,” (y/n) blinked in surprise. “But wait an hour till I get off my shift so we can hang-out okay?” Yoongi averted his eyes as he began to blush too.

         “Alright.” (y/n) whispered. “I’ll wait.” Yoongi nodded passing him a small piece of pumpkin pie on a plate; adding whipped cream without asking since he already knew the boy would want it.

        “Your coffee will be done in a couple moments.” Yoongi mumbled. The two seemed to understand everything the other said no matter how loud or quiet even though they’d barely talked. Like telepathy or soul mates.

             (y/n) sat in his usual corner seat nibbling on the delicious pie. His order was called by some girl so he stood up to grab it before sitting back down. He took out his phone and texted Jungkook.

Soon-to-be Min (y/n): OI JUNGLE BOOK









My Meme Pal: 🅱️ L O C K E D

(Y/n) rolls his eyes before putting his phone away and taking out his laptop. Opening Tumblr, he begin to scroll through a wonderful balance of memes and aesthetics. An overall calming experience. He takes a sip of his drink every once and a while, his pie long gone. (Y/n) felt 100% at ease. Time flew by quickly and soon enough he saw someone sit in front of him; he looks up and sees Yoongi smiling lightly. (Y/n) smiles back and closes his laptop and puts it back in his bag.

“So, what do you need, Yoongi?” He questions straightening back up. (y/n)’s coffees gone and he frowns.

“I was just wondering if we could go back to your place? Just to chill; you’ve always seemed interesting to me.” (y/n) blushes.

            “Of course.” The pair stood and (y/n) quickly put his dishes in the small bin on one of the counters before turning back around to Yoongi who held out a to-go cup to him. He arched a brow.

           “I got you another coffee.” Yoongi looked sideways whole body seeming tense. (y/n) took the coffee.

          “Thank you so much.” He beamed and Yoongi gave a small smile mumbling a 'you’re welcome.’

           “Lead the way, (y/n).” Yoongi said as he held the door for him. (y/n) smiled getting his umbrella back out and lifting his arm higher to cover the both of them. He wasn’t very comfortable and Yoongi took note of this. “Let me take it so you don’t break your arm, okay?”

           “Oh alright.” Their fingers brushed gently as Yoongi took the umbrella from the smaller boy and held it above the two. The quiet between them was comfortable as they walked to (y/n)’s apartment. The smell of the rain left the air fresh and cool, not many people passed them so they didn’t have to worry about people looking at them. They could relax and enjoy each others company in silence.

           When they finally reach (y/n)’s building, they take the elevator to his home on the 8th floor and enter his flat. The walls are white, the tiles in the kitchen are blue, the hardwood is a deep honey colour, and red and blue accents are on the pillows and blankets in the home. Clear tables and vases filled with flowers are placed elegantly and the whole place has a homey vibe to Yoongi. They take their shoes off and hand their bags up; they shed their coats and scarves and (y/n) leans his umbrella against the wall in the corner he turns to Yoongi.

            “So I kinda vouched on this happening and I brought tons of snacks and a couple movies,” Yoongi says, scratching the back of his head, worried (y/n) will think he’s weird. A childish grin stretches across the shorters face.

             “That’s great! I’ve been feeling pretty tired lately.” Yoongi nodded retrieving the three movies, candy bags, microwave popcorn, and chocolates from his bag. (y/n) took the popcorn and made it as Yoongi put the candys in bowls. Once done, the two sat on (y/n)'a couch and cuddled up to each other watching the first of three movies; The Dark Knight Rises.

It was enjoyable. The two talked about the movie and how they thanked god Heath Ledger wasn’t in this one due to his scarily good portrayal in the last one. They ate and somehow managed to get even closer to each other but before they could get too close, the movie finished.

“Wanna order pizza?” (y/n) offers. Yoongi nods getting the second movie. “What Kind do you want?”

“Hawaiians good if you’re cool with that.” (y/n) nods enthusiastically.

           “Pineapple belongs on pizza.” Yoongi laughs lightly at him, nodding.

           (y/n) ordered a large Hawaiian pizza and breadsticks just for an extra memey affect. They chatted while they waited for their food.

            “So what do you do for a living, (y/n)?”

             “I’m finishing up my last year in college right now so I can be an English teacher but I’m currently a part-time tutor and I work at the library.” He smiles and Yoongi smiles back. Yoongi has always been attracted to people with a passion for words. “What do you do outside of the coffee shop?”

            “I’m also finishing up college so I can become a producer for a music company and I also do some underground rapping with two friends of mine.” (y/n) blinked a couple of times.

            “Woah! That’s so cool! Are you and your friends any good at it?” He asks, clearly interested.

             “I’ve been told we’re good.” Yoongi felt warm on the inside, happy that (y/n) thought his rapping was cool and not douchey. “What do you like to do in your spare time?”

             “I enjoy writing poetry, even if it’s cliche, I like baking, and I like learning new things such as languages or instruments.” Yoongi thought it was cute at how excited (y/n) gets when talking about his passions. Another good trait.

       Knock knock!

      “Ah the pizzas here. I’ll be back,” but before (y/n) could stand Yoongi ran past him and paid for him. “Yah! Min Yoongi! You don’t need to pay for everything!” He scolded.

         “I know but I want to.” (y/n) glared at him. “Geez just let me spoil you and be nice to you okay? I’m not going to run out of money that easily.” (y/n) sighed before nodding and setting back in the couch where Yoongi then joined him. (y/n) was practically on his lap as they watched 'The Godfather.’

              They ate the pizza and once finished, (y/n) fell asleep on Yoongi’s chest. At least he wouldn’t have to watch 'Shrek 2’ now but Yoongi did take this opportunity to snoop through his phone. He read the texts between Jungkook and (y/n) and smiled so wide his face hurt. Quickly, Yoongi took Jungkooks number and texted him on his own phone.

min suga genius jjang jjang man boong boong : so, this is (y/n)’s dear friend, Jungkook

Dumb Meme: ya. And this is his soon-to-be husband?

min suga genius jjang jjang man boong boong: correct. I’m here to tell you that we can fucc whenever we want, wherever we want


Dumb Meme: IM A FETUS??? BACK OFF???

min suga genius jjang jjang man boong boong: my work here is done

Dumb Meme: 🅱️ L O C K E D

            Yoongi lightly snickered at himself. Putting his phone down he wrapped (y/n) and himself up in two blankets and drifted to sleep with the boy on his chest.

           Who knew coffee and blankets could bring two people so close together?


A/n: this is a repost from my wattpad acc

anonymous asked:

Whamilton: stress baking but something burns and sets off the smoke detector

Not quite what you wanted but I think you might like George’s little dominance exertion here:

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Pairing: Dean X Reader



One where the reader is upset that her best friend Gabe can’t come to her birthday party and Dean cheers her up and makes it the best day in his own way


One teaspoon of angst, and
A cup of fluff

Should I try to make fanfics gender neutral? Such as using: he/she


Y/n tapped her foot on the floor repeatedly. She had been doing this action for the past half hour. It was the only sound in the bunker at the moment. Sam was tucked away in a book while Dean was doing whatever he felt like on that day. The brothers weren’t intentionally ignoring Y/n on her special day. Special day meaning her birthday. Even if Y/n hated her birthday, she grew used to having it celebrated. Just last year around the same time, 3:00 PM, Y/n was with the Winchesters along with her favorite angel. This year that said angel had told her exactly this:

“I have an entire day planned for us! Leave those dumbos to their work and have fun with me! Come on best friend.”

Gabriel pulled the best friend card. So here Y/n was…waiting on the angel to grace her with his presence. She let out a small sigh, checking her phone for the millionth time in the past three minutes. Nothing. Gabe always kept his promises. If he couldn’t, he would go to the lengths of stopping time itself to have fun. Y/n found herself doubting Gabriel.

He will come through. He promised, come on Y/n-

Her little pep talk to herself was interrupted by a familiar ping. It was a message alert. Her fingers never moved so fast to grab the phone. The name ‘Gabe’ flashed upon the screen. A smile immediately found itself on Y/n’s lips. It soon left as she read the message.

Gabe: Couldn’t make it, Heaven is a mess. Sorry. Happy birthday 🎂

She let out a sigh, locking the phone with one click. Her head fell forward and collided with the wooden table. She groaned in frustration realizing what she thought was true. Gabe bailed. It was for a good reason but Y/n couldn’t help but feel sad about it. She just wanted to crawl into bed and-

“Hey, where’s Gabriel?” Dean. His voice was much deeper than Sam’s which made it easy to tell them apart without looking. Y/n pulled her head up to peer at Dean. He wasn’t in his usual flannel and T-shirt. He had a grey shirt and…shorts? Dean Winchester…wearing shorts. Y/n would have busted out laughing but her mouth had gone dry as her eyes traveled up the hunter’s body. A simple white towel laid over the man’s shoulders. His grey shirt contained wet spots here and there. His cheeks were flushed red, the way they usually were when he ran or did anything athletic. It happened to most people afterall. It was clear that Dean was just working out. “Y/n?” At the call of her name she perked up.

“Yeah, sorry…Er- Gabe couldn’t…make it.” She spoke slowly as she came out from her daze. It was odd having said it that way but the hurt was evident in her voice. Dean tilted his head to the right just as Castiel would do. His brow furrowed as if he was deep in thought.

“Couldn’t make it? Didn’t he plan something? Wait, what are you going to do now?” He asked taking a step forward. By now Y/n sat up straight, her phone forgotten just inches away on the table.

“I was just going to slee-” She didn’t even get to finish her sentence.

“Nope.” Dean shook his head. He strode over to Y/n, standing just a foot away from the chair she sat in. “I’m going to take a shower and then we are going to make your birthday count.” He stated as if it was that easy. Maybe to him it was. Y/n couldn’t help but smile at the offer- command. She nodded not knowing what else to say. Dean smiled giving her one nod before walking off quickly. Just before he was out of view, he stopped and called back. “You can join if you want.”

“Dean!” Y/n exclaimed. She felt the heat rush up her neck and resting on her cheeks. Dean snickered as he made his way towards the shower.


Y/n let out a fairly loud moan. She was practically squirming under Dean’s gaze. That stupid smile plastered on his lips, knowing he did a good job.

“What was that on not being able to bake?” Dean asked with a smirk. He stabbed the pie that sat between the two hunters. Y/n just shook her head and continued to stuff her face with the delicious pie. She wouldn’t have wished for anything else. Since Dean didn’t know how to make a cake, and he knew Y/n loved pie, he made a pie. They even put a candle in the middle.

“Shut up and eat.” The female hunter managed to talk through her mouthful. Dean rolled his eyes playfully before gathering more of the pastry on his fork. Y/n dropped her fork on the table, leaning back in her seat. Doing so, a groan left her parted lips. “I’m so full…” She trailed off placing a hand on her stomach. Half the pie was gone, more specifically Y/n’s half. Dean chuckled at that. He couldn’t help but smile at her. It was a genuine smile. Not a smirk to pick up girls at the bar. A smile that meant he was happy. Dean was more than happy. He had a secret little crush. Maybe not little…but he’d held back from doing anything considering Gabe. Of course Y/n and Gabe were just best friends and that’s it, but Dean didn’t know that. He always got jealous at Gabriel’s small touches on Y/n’s arm or how they have fun together.

“Dean…” She waves a hand in front of his face. Dean blinks a few times giving her a questioning look. Even if he knows he was staring he just wanted to confirm. “You were staring. What’s up?”

“What? Oh nothing just- I- you know…” He trailed off knowing stumbling over words to come up with a lie wouldn’t help. He’s lied before but with Y/n he just couldn’t. It was as simple as that. Though she continued to stare at the man in front of her. She rose a brow, waiting for him to continue. This could be his chance to say something. Anything at all. It wasn’t that easy. If you’ve ever been in front of your crush you tense up and freeze. That’s exactly what Dean did. He froze. The first time Dean Winchester was at a loss for words. He didn’t know what to say.

“Dean…” She furrowed her brow seeing this caused him trouble. Y/n immediately thought it was serious. Dean stared into her (eye color) eyes and took a deep breath. This is it.

“I like you.”


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