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[asksafpepandbruno]

Ended up expanding on this ask. It's the morning of Pride Month in Pep's pov.

On the first of June, Peppino woke up to find Bruno still on him. His half-melted form wrapped around him like a warm weighted blanket. Usually, he'd find him up and ready. Breakfast prepared on the table as he enjoys the sunrise outside and waits for him to wake up.

So for once, he gets to enjoy the sight of his partner sleeping peacefully as the morning sun shines through the blinds. His head laying on him with a small smile, cheek squished against his chest hair. His long arms hold his body close, a soft purr rumbling through them.

"Buongiorno, Bruno," he kisses the top of his melty head. "I'm surprised you're not up yet."

("I am,") he tells him as he cracks open an eye, ("well, I was, I just wanted to cuddle you more after making breakfast.")

"You fell asleep?"

He nods and settles his head back on him, ("I understand what you feel in the morning now; it's nice staying in bed with you.")

Peppino runs his hand over Bruno's body as he speaks, "Well mister cuddlebug, we should get up now." He takes a look at the clock at the nightstand, it's not that late, but they still need to open on time. "We still have a pizzeria to run."

Bruno slides off of him and reforms as he goes to the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, he went back to their bedroom. His partner's in front of the mirror, shifting his "clothes" into different combinations of familiar striped, horizontal colors— one side currently has pink, white, purple, black, and blue while the other has black, gray, white, and purple.

Right, it's pride month. Bruno's been counting down the days since May. Peppino walks towards the drawer and grabs his work clothes. He can't conveniently shapeshift like Bruno does, so he finds his old trans and bi pins and puts them on the left side of his green, needle-patterned shirt.

When he turned around, he finds Bruno still shifting colors. His "hat" is now in pan and ace colors, his "shirt" is in the genderfluid colors, and his "apron" including his tail-ribbons are rainbow colored.

He looks satisfied, but when he tried completing his "outfit" with the Alyssums he grows on himself, he ended up melting onto the floor. Concerned, Peppino went towards the mirror and looked down.

"You okay?"

Bruno reforms his head, his "hat" back to being white, ("I want to have all the colors, but it takes too much out of me to have all of them all at once!")

Peppino knows how important this is for him, so he went out the room and to the closet to find the flags they bought last year. He chuckles to himself about coming out of the closet with a couple of pride flags then goes back to their bedroom to hand Bruno the flags.

A doughy hand forms and grabs them, "There. Can you do the other two?"

Bruno safely absorbs the flags inside him and starts reforming— his left side has pan colors while the right side has ace colors. He brightens up as he grabs the flags out from him and waves them in front of the mirror.

("Thanks, Pep!") He gives him a kiss as ribbon-tails wag behind him.

They went down to eat their breakfast together, taking a moment to reheat it. Before they went out, locked the house, and got on the scooter. The morning air was cool as always, but with Bruno's arms wrapped around him he was kept warm.

They didn't have much to decorate the pizzeria with. They just stuck the old rainbow flag he had at the front. He opened the door and went to the counter as Bruno flipped the sign to say that they're now open.

Bruno stayed at the counter with him, waiting for their first customer to arrive. Ribbon-tails excitedly wagging to wish whoever enters that door a happy pride month.

He thought he'd be waiting for a while, but just moments after he's flipped the sign, their first customer enters their pizzeria with a bright grin, bursting with excitement.

"Happy Pride Month!"

Did they really decide to go here this early just to tell them? That's real sweet of them.

"Thanks," he says, "it's… nice to celebrate this time around."

He says the last part while lovingly looking at his partner, who's just as happy as they are about it. Bruno sticks his hand in himself and grabs the flags they got last June to show them off with pride, waving them around.

("Thank you, Anon! Happy Pride to you too!")

Happy Pride Month!

[Both of them are at the counter. Peppino has a trans and bi pin on him while Bruno's changed his "clothes" to have both pan and demisexual colors.]

"Thanks. It's... nice to celebrate this time around."

[He lovingly looks at Bruno with a small smile.]

[Still facing you, Bruno grabs a little rainbow and genderfluid flag from inside him and waves them around.]

("Thank you, Anon! Happy Pride to you too!")

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If I had a nickel for the number of fake peppino fictionkins that have read my fics, I would have two nickels.

Which isn't a lot, but it's nice to know that they've enjoyed my writing.

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silly prompt for peppifake:

them browsing all the pizza tower fanarts on tumblr

While browsing on the library's computers, Bruno checks stuff on the blog he made.

("Pep, look! It's Fake Peppino Friday!")

He takes a closer look at the screen before him— there are pictures of what looks to be Bruno doing various different things. "What, is there a Peppino Spaghetti Saturday or something?"

("Hmm... No? It's just Friday.") He scrolls down the website, passing several pieces of fanart until he spots something, ("Oh, there was a Noise Takeover Day that happened some time ago?")

Of course Theodore got a day to himself... He sighs, "Let me guess, it was around when his movie came out?"

("Yeah.")

He scrolls back up, ("Lot of awesome art here though! There's you, me, and the rest of the guys in the tower! Some... alternate universes? Don't know what those are, but they look great! Then there's the Friday art like me as a frog, me as Jason, and me kissing you...")

"What was that last one?!"

("Me kissing you. Like this—")

He turns to lick him on the cheek.

"Hm, that's not so bad."

("Also this—")

Bruno quickly gives Pep a peck on the cheek before looking back at the screen with a light blush on his cheeks.

"Pfft— Are there some of me kissing you?"

("A couple of them are—!")

Pep interrupts him mid-sentence with a kiss on his lips. He returns it for a moment before pulling away, face fully flushed pink.

Bruno scrolls again until he spots a different sort of fan creation, ("Apparently there's also... fan...fiction?")

As Bruno clicks on the link, Peppino's eyes widen as he scans through the ratings and tags. When he got to a particular set of tags, he sputters and turns red. 

Bruno turns towards his partner, concerned with the sounds he's making, ("Pep?")

"Who the fuck is Suggestive?!"

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Denial

Maurice's thoughts while acting for the movie. (Warning for internalized homophobia and swearing. Though, given that this one involves Maurice I feel like that should've been expected.)

So, this Theodore guy's the one acting and directing this crap? Couldn't he have gotten his lousy brother to play himself? If he's too "busy" then he might as well make some extra cash on the side.

He just needs to act like a pussy and pretend to break some shit. Easy enough.

...

Had to re-film a whole scene because he pulled off his stupid mask while they were "fighting." He said he wanted method acting, didn't he? So he's gonna fight dirty!

So what if he kept staring at his red, sweaty face after that! It's the first time he's seen what he looked like without the thing!

...

He isn't gay. He has— eh, had a wife and has a kid that that visits him on the weekends. He's as straight as spaghetti. Even he can see that he looks good. He's an actor for fucks sake! He's got all sorts of money for plastic surgery or makeup or he's got enough young fans to donate their blood to him so he looks younger!

...He needs a quick bathroom break.

...

What is in this fucking script?! He'll do it, but that bastard needs to double his fucking pay.

...

It means nothing that he wants to see him alone after filming ended. He's probably gonna tell him that they might be working on a sequel or some shit.

Good. He gets to work with him for longer.

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Evolution

Pizzahead's thoughts about Fake Peppino and how they changed over time.

He stares at him, his creation, a Peppino of his own. He isn't perfect, but nothing could compare to the original. The clone raised his hand and puts it against the glass. Cute. At least it was aware of his surroundings. Maybe the imperfections he has would lessen if he stayed longer in there.

...

The clone follows him everywhere. Oh well, he'll learn more that way. He'll just show him around the tower and place him right at his very own restaurant! 

...

The clone waves at the camera again. He's too busy working on Pizzaface to go down there, but he moves the security cam in his room just so he knew he saw him.

...

They failed. All of them failed! But that didn't matter now. Peppino had fun in the tower, didn't he? Letting off some steam. Finally getting an excuse to let loose. He knew he can handle everything there. Watching him fight was... well, he isn't going to let that show in public, but it was exhilarating!

He's just going to grab their butts out of their rooms and have one last fight with dear old Peppy~

Even his copy gets a second chance. It was unfair in the first place; he would've won if he didn't run away.

...

Everything was gone.

The tower. His tools. Their deals...

Everyone took that chef's side.

Except...

His clone.

He stared at him once again. His creation, his perfect creation.

He held his hand towards him.

This time he grabs it.

He didn't need that Peppino; he already had one that was loyal to him right at the start~

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Muse

Peppino isn't used to being admired.

Peppino isn't used to being admired. Look, he's a fat, balding man in his fifties with little to no prospects. It's was weird in the first place that that Pizzahead was obsessed with him and even weirder now that because of him, he has a clone running around that's dead set on copying his every move.

But this isn't about them. It's about—

"Peppino? If you're getting tired, just say it. I don't want my muse straining himself."

Him, Pepperman. Even now, even after a couple of sessions of him painting him, Peppino couldn't grasp on what exactly he sees in him that warrants all of this...

He's wearing the most comfortable silk robe as he poses with a rose in his mouth on top of one of those fancy couches that he only ever saw in soap operas. It's not just these things! It's how he stares at him sometimes: It's not the usual way he does it— blue eyes deep in focus as he studies him from top to bottom— It's the shorter ones. The ones where he swears he saw him turn a shade brighter when he noticed him

Peppino adjusts his pose and looks at his artist once more, relaxing as he does.

It's still difficult to believe that someone would admire him this much, but with him?

Maybe he could indulge in that fantasy in this moment of them together.

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Rest

Vigert woke up and found himself sleeping on Pep on a rainy day.

Vigert woke up to Pep snoring louder than his grandpappy on a rainy day. Still rubbing the crust near his eyes, he tried to remember where he was as the ground moved beneath him.

Wait, now he remembers.

He's... sleeping on Pep. What he was feeling was his belly as it rised and fell and his head was inches from him as he kept snoring.

He'd get off, but besides the snoring, it was actually pretty comfy here. It was raining, so being on him meant being warm. He and the cold and rain didn't get along too well; he hated getting all sluggish and melting.

But they didn't get to rest that often, did they? Peppino certainly didn't. It wasn't exactly work on the farm, but he's spent almost every waking moment at his restaurant: Running around, cooking his pizzas, getting them to his customers...

And on most days, he, himself, was busy with maintaining his farm or catching whatever scoundrel decided to mess with him or his folks.

So, maybe, just for today, he'd take this rain as a small blessing and let both of them rest together just a little bit longer.

He settled back to the most comfortable spot on his belly and pretended his snores were just the rumblings of thunder as the rain fell.

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Sides

Vigert and Phil both think about the side that the other doesn't show to most people.

Plenty of folks know about Phil and all his fancy, uptight ways, but I've seen how he fights.

He doesn't hold back on his punches, that's for sure. He ain't the type to back down from a challenge. Part of it is 'cause of that ego of his, but he puts his all in everything he does.

Even if he does end up bellyaching about how sweaty he gets or how much he has to clean up after helping me carry stuff at the farm. He does his best and I love him for that.

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Many know Vigert for his brutish tactics and stubbornness, but I've have been worthy enough to have caught a glimpse of his softer nature.

He wants to be seen as this tough sheriff, but part of it is a façade. He is certainly tough— he's watched him as he handles the challenges of his life and how he handles those who have been on the wrong side of justice— but there's a gentleness that's hidden away; only visible to those closest to him.

He is so gentle to those he loves. It's not just me: it's also his animals, his crops, and the few that also gained the privilege to be his friend.

He isn't perfect, far from it. He could stand to try something new; he clings to the past so much that even trying new food is somehow a challenge to him.

But he is dearest to me, so I can always put aside those little imperfections.

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"You really want their kiss?"

YES!

OKAY.OKAY. TAKE IT AND -

kill me

old ugly stuff. sorry not sorry

[asksafpepandbruno]

It’s been awhile since I drawn them , fake peppino’s style kinda looks different now

Their so awkward I love them

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Do they all have the same sexuality or are they all different in the aus you write?

They're all different from each other!

Post-Tower!Pep and Bruno are both pansexual.

SaF!Pep would say that he's bi and trans and SaF!Bruno's genderfluid, panromantic, and demisexual.

Peppina's a trans lesbian while Peppy's a sapphic demigirl.

And Evil!Pep and his clone are both gay.

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Distance

As he holds Noisette in his arms, Vigert thinks back to how much he's kept his distance before.

From the very beginning, his life had always been hard on him. He had to work hard alongside his grandpappy to keep the farm up and running and had sworn to one day find those scoundrels that killed his ma and pa.

Even as he matured to an older cheese, he was always serious. Alongside the farmwork, he's always training and watching over the area. Revolver and lasso always on him in case a bandit or some other scoundrel was roaming the area like the vermin they are.

He couldn't always count on the city cops to settle things. That's why folks around here know him as the sheriff while the city folk call him, The Vigilante.

Nothing's ever made him stop and take a break except for her...

He entered her business after he heard news of folks going missing in the areas above. At first, it was strictly work: He asked her questions. She answered them, worried for her customers. She gave him a cup of coffee to go and hoped he could find them. He tried to pay, but she insisted on giving it for free.

He came back days after that to tell her the good news. Her smile was brighter than the midmorning sun. She wanted to throw a little celebration, but he told her that he didn't need one for doing the right thing and left.

He didn't need to stay there. He had so much he needed to do. So many that were counting on him. He just needed to let her know; that's why he went.

Yet some bullheaded part of him kept coming back. Kept ordering coffee after he's done the morning farmwork. He kept coming enough times to be a regular of hers.

He couldn't let her be close to him. He had to keep his distance. Someone like her didn't deserve to be chained down to someone like him.

But...

She updated her menu to include biscuits after he told her stories about how his grandpappy used to make some. She asked tales about his life on the farm and as a sheriff. She asked him to stay just a little bit longer.

"I like seeing you around," she'd say in the sweetest voice. "But if you really have to go, here." She'd get up from the counter to bring him one of the pastries she's baked that day.

Every time she hands it to him, he's tempted to stay, but he steels himself and tells her goodbye as he leaves.

...

One day, when he visited her cafe, he didn't hear her as he entered the door. She wasn't behind the counter either. He thought she was just in the kitchen when he heard her sobbing.

He went towards her as fast as he could; he found her on the floor, her tears making a small lake below her, making a ripped photograph wet.

When she saw him, she crawled towards his arms and slumped down. He patted her back as more tears came.

He didn't know why she was upset at that moment. He'd learn afterwards, but even at that moment, he finally made a choice.

He'd always loved her from afar and now that she's here in his arms, he ain't stupid enough to ever let her go.

No matter what happens now, he'll always be there to protect her.

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Picnic

Fake Peppino, Peppino, and Noisette went to have a picnic at the place where they met each other. As they ate, Fake Peppino thought about both of his partners.

We decided to take a picnic near the place where we all met. Pep had... hesitations but Hazel and I managed to convince him to go. 

It was a nice day— cloudy and windy. We could smell the salt in the air as we got closer to the top of the cliff. Hazel was skipping towards the top with her basket in her hand as Pep held the picnic blanket.

He clutched it as the rubble of the tower came to view. I held his hand and squeezed to comfort and remind him.

Both of our lives changed because of him. Bad and good, but the good outweighed the bad in the end.

The smile he gave me was a thankful one. They made their way up. Hazel noticed Pep being a little tense and lightened the mood with a joke.

We talked and laughed as we set up the picnic. The blanket flew from the wind and I had to stretch and grab it. Bits of rubble got used to hold it in place as they set up all the food they brought.

As they ate, I looked at both of them. Hazel was the first: First friend and the first to love me. She was so bubbly when expressing her love to both of us.

Meanwhile Pep was the one I loved before I also ended up loving her. Pep took some time to truly know more about me; it was slow, but worth it. His love was more subtle, hidden in actions and small gestures of kindness, but we appreciated them all.

I took another bite of pie and smiled at both of them.

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Regular

Noisette had a regular that enjoyed her dishes in her old café.

It all started when he enjoyed her cooking. He was a regular of hers; always coming down from somewhere when it's close to closing time to grab a bite from her café.

She'd just hear thumping, clanking, or splatting and then he's there, sitting in his usual seat with a big smile on his face.

He'd talk and talk. She had no idea what he was saying. From his accent, it sounded like Italian? But it was nice having company even if they were probably talking about two completely different things.

He was one of the few people that enjoyed all of her dishes. Everything from her pastries, her drinks, and even her daily special dishes! She's watched him eat it all up, his grin growing bigger with each bite then he'd lick off some of the food left on his lips and finish it off by making a sweet chef's kiss gesture.

He was odd, but who wasn't in this tower? Besides, he was funny and sweet. He started showing up earlier and even brought in his own pizza to share with her!

She didn't know when her heart started fluttering when she saw him or when he started turning pink when she touched his hand.

But it started with him enjoying her cooking and hopefully she'll see him again when she opens her new café!

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Respect

Fake Peppino's thoughts about Gustavo after he takes him in after the tower.

Everyone else treated me like a monster.

The man that created me, the beings that cowered and ran in fear of me, and even the man whose image I was made in.

Everyone else either hated or feared me.

Except you.

You, gnome, with your kind face and soft eyes. You saw me after my whole world had collapsed and sheltered me into your home.

It was little, even more so with her also staying there, but I have lived in a worse place compared to this cozy cottage.

You treated me like a person.

You treated me like a friend.

You have never met me before that day.

Every day you'd talk to me. Actually trying to understand me. Hand gestures, paper and pen, records and reversing them.

It didn't come easy for either of us, but we ended up communicating after some time.

And we talked.

And talked.

And talked.

About the tower, about your life and mine.

About whatever's happening in our day-to-day lives.

We shared so much. You shared so much.

About your thoughts about him and your thoughts about me.

How the two have mixed and now you're apologizing because I'm different from him.

You didn't have to apologize.

I feel the same as you.

Why wouldn't I?

You were the first to respect/love me.

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Cupcake

Hazel meets a new pizza on her floor and gives her one of her freshly baked cupcakes. (Another fic based on @alextydaisuda123's art.) (This is also a first meeting fic.)

If someone asked her what the best part about opening your own café is, well, Hazel wouldn't have a single answer. She can't, after all, there's plenty of great parts like being able to bake all of these pastries, surrounding herself with the scent of coffee, oooh and making her own menu! That's one of the fun parts!

She likes exploring all sorts of combos! Chocolate-covered corncobs, Spaghetti with sprinkles, and Cheesy cupcakes to name a few! They're not for everyone, so she usually makes enough for herself and a handful of people, but she doesn't mind that; different people have different tastes and if they don't like one, chances are that they might like the next thing she makes!

Every customer likes something from her menu! Even if it's just the normal coffee or pastries. She has a couple regulars that like their usual black coffees or sweet biscuits.

But this one time. Well, she saw someone float by the café while she was cleaning. She thought it was just the pizza guy that hired her in the first place, but no! They had no mustache, had makeup on and they floated by so slowly that she managed to see their pretty face in the first place.

She didn't know there were two giant floating pizzas here! The first guy rarely shows up here anymore but she could have another regular here!

The next day, she baked cupcakes of all sorts of flavors: chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, cheese, carrot, pizza...

There were a lot. She decorated all of them too; each one had something completely unique like marshmallows, a chocolate bunny, or little slices of pepperoni!

She wanted them to choose something they'd like! She even made both tea and coffee. (And had a bottle of water just in case they liked neither.)

Hazel was determined to get to know more about them. She waited until it was around the same time she saw them and then went outside with the tray of cupcakes.

They were going to float past her café again when she greeted them, grabbing one of the cupcakes in her tray to show it to them as she talks.

"Hi there! I'm Hazel! I saw you floating by yesterday and I just wanted to know you better; you're like the second pizza I've seen and that's just so neat—"

"Well," they started, their voice sounding old, "I never thought someone would want to know me better."

She lowers it for now, "Why wouldn't they? You look so pretty! I like your eyeshadow."

"Thank you, dearie. Most people would say something about my big mouth."

"Oh?" She can relate to that. "Do you talk a lot too?"

"This old lady certainly has some stories and tips to tell," she says with a wink.

"I'd like to listen to them. Oh! Maybe I could grab one of the chairs and a table and we could chat while having a snack?" She places it back in the tray and shows all of them to her. "I'd offer for us to go inside but the door's..."

"Not the first time I've heard that I'm too big to go somewhere, bunny."

She goes back in and takes out a small table from her café, "It's not your fault. I should've counted for other beings..." Grabbing the chair and tray, she continues their conversation, "There's also a couple of tiny pizza toppings that I see running around. They might like a treat if they could reach the counter."

She giggles, "Trust me the Toppins would love them." She looks down at the tray and Hazel remembered that pizzas don't have arms nor hands, "Do you mind helping me with these cupcakes?"

"Not at all miss...?"

"Call me... Giselle."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Giselle!"

And that's how she met the's the best customer she's had! Great company and she likes her special dishes! She likes tea more than coffee, but besides that Giselle's great!

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