Mason Pendleton

Never say "no" to pie. No matter what, whatever you are, diet-wise or whatever, you know what? You can always have a small piece of pie. I don't know anybody who doesn't like pie. If somebody doesn't like pie, I don't trust them.

[lizzydobbs]

Mason + Abby: "it's only midnight, where are you going?"

It’s only midnight?

Mason couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t tucked into bed by nine o’clock. His early retiring habits had been developed, mainly, by his early days working at the bakery, but were reinforced by his social life (or rather, lack thereof). Staying out past eight was unheard of for Mason, let alone midnight.

“To bed.” He stated simply. “It’s late.”

“It isn’t that late,” Abbie said, “Well, for a normal person,” She added, teasingly, “You should stay.” She reached out her hand, “Have another dance with me.”

Mason smiled and took her hand. How could he say no?

[lizzydobbs]

Mason + Abby: "may i have this dance?"

Fairy lights hung from the trees, music played softly in the background, and the smell of freshly baked pies and cakes wafted in the late summer breeze. Mason felt like he had found a little slice of heaven. He wasn’t an especially social person and, truth be told, this was the first time in a long time that he had ventured out to the annual town picnic. Even though he had spent most of the evening behind the dessert table dishing out slices of his freshly made pie, he was glad he had come.

Of course, the only reason he’d come at all was because of Abbie. He hadn’t managed to work up the courage to approach her all evening, but he’d seen her dancing barefoot out on the grass with Gil. He’d been jealous to see her laugh and smile at him, just as she’d laughed and smiled at him, but he reminded himself that he had no right to be jealous.

They were friends and nothing more.

Mason held a plate with the last piece of pie in his hands. He wasn’t about to let it go to waste and he’d just taken a large bite when he heard her voice say, “May i have this dance?”

He turned, shocked, to face Abbie. “What?” He asked, fully aware that it sounded like gibberish as he tried to speak with his mouth still pull of pie.

“This next dance — do you want to be my partner?” She asked again.

He swallowed, but he couldn’t seem to find the words. He wanted to say yes, but somehow he couldn’t speak; could’t move.

“You can just say no.” She said, laughing, “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“No!” He said, too loudly, too quickly, “No,” He repeated, his voice softer this time, “No, I’d love to dance. It’s just … “ He shrugged, “I’m not very good.”

She laughed again, grabbing both of his hands, “It’s okay,” She said, “Neither am I.”

[lizzydobbs]

(anon crush letter - abbie to mason) i have a strange feeling that i might be in love with you. i don't know why. after all i thought my heart had been leading me somewhere else. but i keep finding myself dreaming of days spent elbow to elbow with the scent of fresh apple pie in the air. flour in your hair & cinnamon sprinkled in mine. Grins and laughter spread across our faces. Both of us knee-deep in the best secret ingredient in any pie. Love. It's love... isn't it? that's your secret & mine

Mason’s face turned scarlet as he read (and reread and reread) the letter that had been left upon his counter. Anonymous letters lost their mystery when you only had one real friend in all the world (and certainly only one friend who you have ever let into your kitchen!) and he knew the sender immediately. 

It felt like a strange dream (in fact, he’d had one where he and Abbie had been living together once and then had to avoid her for an entire week afterwards because he didn’t trust himself to somehow give it away just by looking at her) and he found himself pinching his arm just to be sure. 

He flipped the “open” sign to “closed” as fantasies of sweeping into her shop and declaring his love for her in a very romantic-comedy fashion, when halfway down the street, he lost his nerve and retreated back to his own bakery. 

[aspiringsunbeam]

[outtofmason]

ooc.

So idk if it’s just me or not, but I reblogged the abbie/mason convo and on my dash the post is blank but if I go to reblog it or look on my site, it’s there?? So idk if it’s just my account of if it’s everyone’s but Lauren, let me know if you can’t see it??? 

[outtofmason]

Pretend You Didn’t See That ( mason + abigail )

[outtofmason]

Abigail was quick to put a hand over her mouth to try and stop the laugh that bubbled out of her as soon as she watched the look of resigned horror cross over Mason’s face. It was impossible to stop, but maybe, just maybe, it had been muffled enough over the sound of ceramic shattering everywhere. “Here. Let me help. Better get your pie out before the crust burns. Though I’m sure it can’t taste any worse than it already does. Are you still using butter instead of shortening in your crust? Blasphemy, I tell you!” She said with a small giggle and a wink, draping her coat over one of the stools at the counter before going and grabbing the broom and dust pan from his closet. After all, such small accidents seemed to be the norm whenever Abbie and Mason found themselves in the same room. She’d gotten used to cleaning up his little messes. “Blackberry, right?” She continued as she dumped the offending ceramic in the waste basket and sniffed the air. “With… almond and cinnamon?” Abbie grinned at the man and shook her head. “You’re going fancy on me? I can’t believe it! You know, you won’t win anyone over with some new-fangled spin on things. It’s an old-fashioned town, Mason. Set in our ways.” Then again, Abbie couldn’t talk much herself. They’d both been battling it out for years on the pie circuit. Trying new things, new secret combinations of ingredients. (Abbie still hadn’t told him about how she used vanilla sugar in her blueberry pie. Or the touch of balsamic vinegar in her strawberry-rhubarb crumble.) Anything to try and one–up each other in a friendly game of who’s-gonna-break-first.

Abbie was betting on the pieman. The woman finally sat herself down on one of the bar stools though, steepling her fingers together as she placed her elbows upon the counter and leveled the other piemaker with a mock-serious stare. “And yet, I did not come here for pie. Nor! Did I come to surrender. For nay, I shall never surrender to the likes of you, Pendleton.” She waggled hr eyebrows slightly, hoping her very serious and not at all exaggerated tone was not lost on him. “Instead! I have tread upon this unhallowed ground for one reason and one reason only! And that is….” “….Well, honestly, I didn’t really have much of a reason.” Abbie half-smiled at the other man, laughing again. “I just hadn’t come to torture you in a good few days and I thought you were well due some anxiety in your life. Also Greta kicked me out of the diner. Told me to go home and rest. That just because it was open 24 hours a day, seven days a week, didn’t mean I had to be too when we had perfectly acceptable line cooks.” The young woman rolled her eyes a little and leaned her chin on her hand.

Okay, and maybe she wasn’t too keen on stomping back to her one-bedroom apartment with only leftover diner food and wine (provided by the ever-lovely Juliet) in the fridge and Gus the cat who may or may not even be home, depending on how many critters he found the chase that day. What would she do? Read another cookbook? Re-watch a rom-com for the millionth time? Try and fail to keep herself from writing another sad e-mail to Gilbert Chilton asking him to just please dear God ask her out on a date after watching the afore-mentioned rom-coms while drinking the afore-mentioned wine and therefore making REALLY REALLY BAD DECISIONS at two in the morning on a Wednesday. …So all in all, coming to tease her adorably awkward rival was probably the better option.

“Oh! And the other thing, I almost forgot. I came to scope out the competition for the Halloweekends Bake Off. I’m not letting you beat me in the pumpkin pie category again this year.” Abbie narrowed her eyes a little, lips curling at the corners into a small smirk. “I’m going to divine your secrets. Maybe do a little of that witchy magic everyone says is floating around, pull it out of you.” She laughed lightly and shook her head again.

Not that there was anything to the rumors of there being a witch in town…. Right?

Mason’s face flushed red when she laughed. He tried to pretend for a moment that he wasn’t embarrassed but the question what does a normal person do in this situation? didn’t exactly spring anything helpful and instead he just leaned up against the counter, “It’s okay ... I meant to do that.” He’d seen that in a movie once. The girl in the movie had swooned. 

Abbie didn’t. 

Maybe if he ran his hand through his hair? Wasn’t that supposed to be sexy? Or something? He didn’t realize that he still had flour on his hands and the only thing he managed to do was make himself look about ten years older. 

All thoughts of trying to impress Abbie Winslow went out the window as soon as she insulted his pie (and the crust!). He stood up from collecting the glass pieces off the floor so he could look her in the eye. “There’s no such thing as too much butter,” He said, firmly. “Butter would make a rock taste good. I’ll never use anything else.” He paused, “And if you mention using shortening again, you can leave.” He added, with a slight smile as though he was joking. 

He wasn’t. 

But all in a moment, he softened again as he brought out his pie. “What can I say? These people have to remember to live a little.” That was funny, coming from him. In fact, experimenting in the pie department was about as wild as Mason ever got. He had a strict schedule, which he followed day in and day out. You could set your watch to Mason Pendleton. Except when Abbie Winslow was around, that is. His pies were always in danger of burning as soon as she walked through the door. 

“Huh ... well ... I ... what makes you think you give me anxiety?” It wasn’t as though you haven’t just smashed half a dozen coffee cups, Mason thought. Somethings he just shouldn’t be allowed to talk at all. 

One of the things Mason respected about Abbie Winslow, was that she was a hard and dedicated worker -- even if she did had some questionable methods of making pie crust. He, himself, was an obsessive one and he didn’t have much of a life outside of his pie shop and he didn’t need one. He’d be lying if he told you that he hadn’t thought about having more to his life than his pies, but he also didn’t see that ever realistically happening and he was okay with that. 

He had a slice of pie all cut for her when she said she was here to scout out the competition and then he pulled it back. “So, you are here to steal my secrets?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “If so, the joke’s on you, because I’m not making my pie for the Halloween Bake Off until the day of -- so if you think this is going to help you beat me, you’re wrong.” He said, sliding the plate across to her with more caution than he had previously approached the coffee mugs with. 

[trhanduil-blog]

[outtofmason]

Pretend You Didn’t See That ( mason + abigail )

Mason looked up from whipping down the counter to see Abigail Winslow walking through the door. "Are you here for pie?” He asked, half teasingly as he was almost certain that she -- the other piemaker of Walcott -- was not there for that purpose. “Can I take this as a sign of surrender?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

He whipped his hands on his apron and rested them firmly on the counter. He felt uncharacteristically calm and cool in her presence today. He didn’t know what was the cause of this bout of confidence (perhaps that award winning blackberry pie that was moments away from perfection, because it certainly wasn’t the last minute haircut he’d tried to give himself last weekend), but he decided not to question it.

He held up a figure as he turned to get the pie out of the oven, but he moved around too quickly and knocked over several coffee mugs and all he could do was watch in slow motion as they fell to the ground and smashed. 

And just like that: confidence gone. 

[clintbaarton]

Ned + smiling

[outtofmason]

ooc / mason + abigail

~pie making competition intensifies~ 

[outtofmason]

ooc / mason + cameron

tina!!! we should talk about these guys! so first off, what do you think their dad did for a living, btw??? obviously it was something neither mason or cameron were interested in haha. idk what you had in mind for their relationship either?? i feel like mason def loves and supports his bro, but idk how close they are??? especially now since cameron’s been living in a different town and never visits (also i have a feeling that mason has never, ever left walcott so i don’t think that he’s left even to visit his bro). so it may have been a v long time since they’v seen each other?? anyway, thoughts??? 

[outtofmason]

intro / mason xavier pendleton

awkward idiot pie-maker 

“i’ve never seen any ever advertise pie, that’s how good it is.” ~ mason, probably

pie is the best thing 

he will probably fight you on this

mason made his first pie at his mom’s side when he was six years old and he’s never stopped tbh

since he was little, his father expected him to follow in his footsteps

(idk what mr. pendleton did tina??? but insert ~attempted training montage here w/ mason trying but failing~)

mason spent all of his time in the bakery instead and it became clear that he was going to follow in his mother’s (rather than his father’s) footsteps

this caused a lot of tension between mason and his dad and for a long time they weren’t on speaking terms

mrs. pendleton had died and mason knew that someone needed to keep making pies for walcott but mr. pendleton is like ??? why????? 

to make matters worse, cameron didn’t take up after their dad, either, and mr. pendleton was super angry about this

mason tried to repair his relationship w/ his dad but mason isn’t good at words and mr. pendleton wasn’t good w/ emotions and so while they started talking again, nothing was really resolved and their interactions were always strained and uncomfortable 

mr. pendleton has recently been murdered tho and mason’s regretting never actually fixing things w/ his dad

despite everything, he would never, ever choose a different life for himself

he loves his job so much

making pies and seeing ppl smile (you do not eat pie w/ a frown c’mon) is literally the greatest thing

he’s super friendly and helpful 

altho he’s super awkward

he never had much of a social life

he gets up really early to start baking and then goes home and collapses at the end of the day and it starts over again the next day

he sometimes tries to be witty and charming but of the time ppl are like ???? .... okay .... ~forced laughter/backs away slowly~

he does know he’s awkward and will be internally cringing after he tries to be cool 

he’s that guy that does think of the perfect response to things two hours later in the shower and tries to resist calling you up to get you the perfect comeback (even he knows that would be lame)

can be something of a klutz

he LOVES this town SO MUCH

the only thing he’d change is the passing down of careers through the generations

he thinks people should be able to choose what they want to do

but tbh that’s the only drawback and he does think that (for the most part) this system has worked pretty well and he sees why it was put in place but he doesn’t think there should be so much pressure to follow your parents

the town council meetings are generally the most socialization mason gets 

even tho he’s pretty quiet during most of the meetings and only talks when he has to 

when it comes to witches, however, he’s surprised everyone by telling them that THERE ARE NO SUCH THINGS AS WITCHES

and if there were witches, they would not hang out in walcott

“this place is so picturesque, it’s not their style.” ~mason, probably

mason really loves his bro 

~dad!max thumbs up @ him for following his dreams~

doesn’t understand why he wanted to leave town and he def missed him but he’s glad he’s back (even if the circumstances are less than ideal)

mason gets nervous easily

doesn’t like halloween

pie making is a religious experience

[outtofcapecod]

– NAME: Mason Pendleton – OCCUPATION: Baker – AGE: Thirty-Two – FACE: Lee Pace – COUNCIL MEMBER

– RELATIONSHIPS: Cameron Pendleton (brother)

The Pendleton Bakery, first operated by Mason’s mother Martha, has been a Walcott staple for many years. But when she died and Mason wanted to take over, he was advised to take his father’s job when it became available. Mason, however, had spent his childhood baking with his mother and eventually his specialty– pie –won the council over. Now Mason is the Walcott pie maker. He’s sweet, kind and a little awkward but he always has a counter full of fresh pies to offer and many go out of their way just to stop in for a quick chat and a homemade slice. And when it comes to the witches, Mason doesn’t believe in their existence. While he’s often quiet at the council meetings and doesn’t always prefer to voice his opinion, when it comes to the notion that witches may be found in Walcott, Mason’s opinion is very firm. He believes their quiet colonial town is the very picture of small town existence. And that does not include witches. He wishes for the council to call off their witch hunt before they ruin the quiet existence they’ve fought so hard to preserve.

– TAKEN BY LIZZY