#pizza tower fanfic

[manicplank]

The Color Pink (Noise x Noisette FanFic) (Part 1)

Hi ok so for starters, this is just my interpretation of how Noise and Noisette came to be. This is based off my headcanons and such, NO PART OF THIS IS CANON. This is fan fiction, so be prepared to be cringe. I am cringe, but I am free. Please be patient on updates and grammar/punctuation corrections. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Hazel grumbled as the sound of her alarm ringing woke her up. She sat up and stretched, rubbing her dry, tired eyes. She lived alone in a small house, but the emptiness made it seem so big. She reluctantly crawled out of bed and walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth. It was four in the morning, earlier than most people can even think of waking up. She brushed her hair as she hummed. Slowly but surely she felt more awake. She put on a white t-shirt and topped it with her favorite pink skirt with overalls. She slipped on her favorite pair of red heels, but they weren't the tallest as to not squish her toes. Finally, she slipped on her pink bunny mask to finish her look. She left her home and locked the door behind her.

The sun was starting to rise and shone through the windows of the tower. She couldn't see all of it, but the tiny amount of clouds colored pink and purple by the sunlight was enough to make her smile. Hazel clutched her purse tightly as she walked through the slum. She hated the location of her cafe, but she was still so grateful to have one. She swiftly unlocked the front door, the bell above it rang as she walked in. She sighed in relief. Another day, another dollar, she thought, as she turned on the lights. She readied the coffee makers with clean filters and freshly ground coffee. The aroma of such filled the air. The bell rang as someone walked in the door.

"Mornin', Hazel!" The Vigilante slithered in with a smile on his face. He made his way to the counter and lifted himself up on the stool. "Morning, Vigi!" She greeted him enthusiastically. "You're up early today!"

"Yep," he responded, "it's hay day. Cuttin' down the field and shuffling the hay so it can dry... It sure does take a while. By the time I finish, it'll be sundown."

"So what can I get'cha today?"

"The usual."

She grabbed a mug from the shelves beneath the counter and poured the dark silky coffee, leaving a little room for a couple of sugar cubes. She handed it to The Vigilante, and he immediately took a sip before the coffee could even cool.

He sighed happily, "Just how I like it. Thank ya kindly."

Hazel smiled in reply. "I've been thinking about serving food in here."

"Oh yeah?" He smiled. "Like what?"

"I don't know," she hummed with thought. "I want to do something unique. I feel like every cafe does the same thing, I want to be different. It's always donuts, sandwiches, blah blah blah."

"Hmph... Maybe somethin' like pastries?"

"Uhhh... Maybe. I don't know, that's not super special. I want to do something you've never heard of. Something like... Peas and cherries!"

The Vigilante silently stared at her in horror.

"Get it? Like peas and carrots, but instead of carrots, it's cherries!"

He smiled hesitantly. "Yeah, uh... How about something... different."

She frowned. "You're right, that idea stinks! I'll think of something better."

While she took out a small notepad and took inventory, The Vigilante sipped on his coffee quietly while he read the newspaper. Hazel was a bit disgruntled, she hated doing inventory. It was so boring to her. Even being a small business had its tolls. She always dreamed of having her own cafe that was more unique than the big corporate ones, but she dreaded the side work that didn't involve making coffee and chatting with costumers. Even worse, business was slow. Days were long and grating. She hoped that maybe food would bring in more customers, but she feared that some of the questionable gangs from The Pig City nearby would put her business at stake. The Vigilante always insisted that he would be there if anything happened, but she didn't like depending on him. What if it took him too long to get up to the fourth floor? The thugs would've been long gone before he even stepped out of the elevator.

The Vigilante put his empty mug on the counter. "Well, dear," he spoke, "I better get goin'. Fields ain't gonna harvest 'emselves."

"Alright, Vigi. Thanks for stopping in!"

He tipped his hat as he walked out the door. "Anytime."

She sighed and rested her head in her arms on the counter. Once again, the cafe was empty and quiet, too quiet for her liking. She flipped on the T.V. in the lobby. PTV was on with those BORING shows about the history of pizza and pizza people. It hadn't had any new content in so long, but it was good background noise as she attempted to scrub those stubborn stains on the counter. Those stains were there before she was, and no matter how hard she tried, they stayed. They were so frustrating for her. She felt that they made her look lazy and dirty, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

The bell rang again as the Pig City police force entered the cafe. "Morning, fellas," she greeted them. One tipped his hat at her while the others went to the booths. She walked over and handed them the small menus. The size of the menus haunted her as she felt that her cafe was lacking something. The Piggy Police quickly gazed over the menus as they found what they wanted. One by one they handed the menus back to her. "Y'know, ma'am," one spoke, "NTV has a crazy new show going on."

"Oh," she aired, "which one? I know they've got a few projects in the works."

"Ahhh, I think it's the one where he plays as the detective."

"Noise of the Unknown?"

"Yeah, that one! I think it premieres a couple times today."

"I'll change the channel," she tapped the menus on the table to straighten them out. "I'm sick of this PTV channel, anyways"

Hazel headed back behind the counter, quickly changing the channel to NTV before she began to work on the cops' orders. One coffee with frothy cold foam atop, another coffee with cream and two shots of espresso, an extra sweet cappuccino, an iced coffee with vanilla syrup. She was slightly swamped with orders, but she was happy to finally be doing something. She served those coffees to the first booth then headed to another booth to take their orders. She rushed back to the counter to work on the new orders. The bell rang as yet another customer walked in. "Be with you in one minute," she called out. She was focused intensely on her work that her surroundings disappeared. A hot black coffee with six sugars, a coffee with milk and mocha sauce, another cappuccino with hazelnut syrup and sugar. She collected the empty dishes from the first booth and rushed back to the counter. "That's a familiar face on T.V.," said the stranger at the counter.

"Well, yea, that's The-" she was struck with awe as she turned around see the tower's biggest celebrity sitting right in front of her. "-Noise... Hahhhahhh... hi."

"Hey," The Noise spoke as a smirk grew across his face.

"You, that's uh... That's you." She grinned from ear to ear, completely flustered as her celebrity crush gazed into her eyes.

"Yeah, that's me."

"..."

"..."

"So, uh," she cleared her throat. "What can I get'cha?"

"I don't know yet, first time here."

"Oh, right, um-" she handed him a menu, "here. I'll come back to you in a minute."

She went over to the second booth, her heart now racing. She could feel the blood rushing to her face as she was suddenly nervous. She collected the dishes from the second booth and then the first, putting them in the sink behind the counter. She printed out their receipts and handed it to them. The Piggy Police continued to sit and chat in their booths. She hastily made her way back behind the counter and approached The Noise, her heart still fluttering. "Anything catch your eye," she asked him. He looked up from the menu and winked at her. It took every bit of self control she had not to squeal.

"I'll have an iced coffee," he said, "shot of espresso, sweet cream, three sugar."

"Got it!"

Hazel rushed over to the freshest pot of coffee and poured it over ice. The Piggy Police came up to the counter to pay their bills as she quickly finished up The Noise's drink and handed it to him. They all paid but didn't tip, to her disappointment. A few cops tried to chat with The Noise, but he put his hand up and spoke, "Sorry fellas, I'm off the clock right now. Business only happens on the clock." They nodded to him and went on their way, their radios suddenly beeping in emergency. Hazel tried not to stare at Noise and kept her focus on washing the dishes. He finally took a sip of his drink, and his eyes widened. "Holy shit," he exclaimed. Hazel turned around in panic. "This coffee is amazing!"

"Oh, please," she smiled, "you're just saying that."

"No, seriously! This is the best coffee I've had in this tower." He took another sip. "I mean, a lot of the coffee you get in this place is pizza-flavored... I usually brew my own, but I have that little machine with the cups."

"I used to have one of those. Ironically, of course, heh..."

"It isn't the best, but it gets me going when we film early in the mornings... Or afternoons." He chuckled.

Hazel went back to doing the dishes and tried to give The Noise some space.

"Ya know," he started again, "I wanted to ask you something."

Hazel's heart dropped and her eyes grew wide. What was he going to ask? "Yeah? What's up?"

"The name of your cafe... what's up with that?"

"Oh... Oh! It's French for hazelnut! It's pronounced, 'nwa-zett', but everybody thinks it's 'Noise-ett'... I promise it's not named after you, no offense."

"That's..."

Her heart started racing again. Oh, god, is he mad, she thought.

"Hilarious!" The Noise laughed. "I can't believe people thought your cafe was named after me!"

She giggled with him, "Yeah! I thought it was silly. I corrected a few people, but it gets tiring."

"I can imagine." He drank his coffee. "You serve food here?"

"No. Not yet, actually. I'm hoping to serve food here soon enough, but I'm still debating what to put on the menu."

"You thinkin' pastries or somethin'?"

"No. Well, maybe. I want something unique. I don't know, though. I'm completely stumped. I mean, what hasn't been done?"

He listened to her as he continued to sip his coffee as if he hadn't drank anything in days.

"Funkin' Donuts and Farbucks have pastries and sandwiches," she rambled, "but I don't want to be like the big corporations! I want to do something different. I want my cafe to have a catch!"

The Noise's phone began to rang. "Sorry to interrupt you," he apologized as he answered the call. "Yeah, what's up? ... Ugh, really? I haven't even eaten anything yet... Alright, fine. I'll be there in ten minutes." He sighed in frustration. "Sorry to rush, but it looks like we're starting early today. What do I owe you?"

"Oh, don't worry about it. It's on the house!"

"No, please, I have the money, let me pay you."

"Alright," she handed him the receipt, and he paid her in cash. "Thanks for stopping in!"

"I'll be back eventually." He winked at her, and she giggled.

"I'll be here." She turned grabbed his glass and took it over to the sink to be washed with the rest of the dishes. The bell rang as he walked out.

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With all the coffee pots washed and the machines cleaned, it was finally time to end her day at work. Hazel sighed as she went over to count the cash in the register. She glanced at the tip jar quickly, expecting it to be empty as usual, but... "Oh, my GOSH!!!" She exclaimed loud enough to echo through the cafe. A $100 bill sat in the jar, it was the only tip in there. She squealed as she took the money out of the jar. It made no sense to her; none of the police tipped. Hold on... That tip had to be from The Noise! She squeaked and hopped around. While her day wasn't close to ending, it was just made whole and complete.

[technically-a-kiwi]

Hi guys ! I’d like to share with you my take on a possible DLC (or even sequel) for Pizza Tower:

Overturned Pizza Tower

(Yeah it’s a working title, I’m not even sure if "overturned" is english…)

Basicaly in the game, Peppino is forced in another dimension by a familiar looking but oddly different Pizzahead and has to conquer the Tower all over again, some stuff here and there are different with different levels and a much more different atmosphere, that being that this alternative tower looks far more luxurious than the canon one, let me know in the comments if you want be to develop on how the tower could look like in this mysterious alternative world

first cutscene rough storyboard:

And now for the juicy part >:) hehehe

The bosses:

When designing new designs for the bosses, I kept in mind to not go overboard with the modifications, what makes Pizza Tower’s characters so fun to draw is their sheer simplicity, and I must say in some of my early sketches, I was awfully close to the “ORIGINAL CHARACTER, DO NOT STEAL PLEASE” limit. So without further ado, here they are:

Pepperman:

So as you can see, our favourite fabulous pepper is rocking some boots, shades and a jacket, In this timeline his talent was recognised and became quite a celebrity in the tower, experimenting in other forms of art outside of painting such as photography, origami and clothing. I honestly think that the two drawings I did on the bottom left corner that Pepperman would absolutely embrace his fame and wouldn’t mind that much if people always ask him for an autograph in any place he walks in, he would be quite a diva if he could wouldn’t he ? Let me know your opinion on his design and if you think I should change some stuff.

The Vigilante:

Nothing much changes with Vigi here except a tiny scare under his left eye and a peace of turquoise on his hat, in this timeline the Vigilante is known as the "Bullseye" due to the extraordinary capacity of never in any circumstances miss a shot that it be with his gun, lasso or anything else he can throw at you (unless he misses willingly of course), outlaws truly quiver in fear at the site of him because they know they’re doomed. I must say Vigi was the hardest to redesign, because there’s so much you can modify with him until he just looks a slime with goggly eyes, a funny hat and an angry expression with random details… which…is kind of what he is but in a bad way… you know… Again let me know in the comments what is your opinion and if you think something should change.

Fake Peppino:

And here he is, the fan favourite, the goofy goober elderish monster of the saga. In this timeline the only difference is that instead of a tang top he wears an apron that is stained with a bit of… uh… tomato… sauce… yeah tomato sauce and he constantly holds in his right hand a ladle, he’s the proud owner of his own pizzeria of which he takes vey good care of (or at least he’s trying his best) and most of his clients are actually Peppino clones, as long as they pay for their food Fake Peppino don’t mind their presence, any other clients are very rare considering there is a rumours about the chef killing any clients who doesn’t leave a tip…Honestly one of my favourite design so far (wow how original, the goofy goober is my favourite…) once again leave a comment of your opinion and what you think should be different in my design

Final boss:

Yeah sorry I won’t give you my take on the final boss (yet), but if you think a little and look carefully I think you can already gess who’s the big bad guy, I’ll even post something if y’all really want

And that’s all for now folks!

Thank you so much for reading my post, if you really want me to give you more concepts and ideas for the characters, atmosphere or if you want full arts of the design I just showed, let me know in the comments. Don’t hesitate on giving me your truest opinion may it be positive or negative on this concept and if you think it could work for a DLC or sequel! See you next time :D !

wait… what is that ? Where’s The Noise ?

let’s… let’s not talk about him…

[phantomdoofer]

Progress is being made™

[blueberrybladelemonade]

Broken

Summary: Peppino sleeps better with you. Even his night terrors are -slightly- more manageable. Today isn't one of those days. Fortunately you're here to remind him everything will be ok.

Contents: Established relationship, waking up from a nightmare, Angst, Self doubt, Comfort and Fluff end, Kissing.

Peppino didn't know why you bothered with him.

This was the third time this week. Currently he had his face buried into your neck. His breathing turned ragged. In response you pull him tighter into your arms, shielding him from the rest of the world. You whisper reassuring words and phrases while gently stroking his back.

"It's going to be okay. Deep breaths. You’re with me. You're safe." You comfort him, feeling a dampness against your skin. Both arms wrap around you in a shaky embrace.

Peppino didn't want to think, let alone talk about it. Everything felt real. Too real. Horrific visuals burned into his memory. It was like he had been forced back to that place, to that time. He drew in a sharp breath in an attempt to get his breathing under control. Focus on you. Listen to your voice.

He felt guilty for always waking you up when this happened. If he could help it, Peppino would rather suffer in silence than you see him like this. Despite ruining your sleep (again), you always remained by his side.

Peppino slept much better with you, and the amount of nightmares he had lessened since you had moved in together. Granted, today was not one of those days.

In some ways, this was the same sick feeling he used to get before you came into his life. He would snap awake in a cold sweat, a mixture of fear and grief gnawing at his mind. Now those feelings had mingled with guilt and shame.

Wouldn't you get worn down from this routine eventually? He didn't know why you'd want to stick around and deal with this for, realistically, the rest of your life.

He felt broken.

Hearing him whisper that, it made your heart hurt. You wished he could see himself the way you did.

As Peppino pulls his face away from your neck, you can feel the sadness radiating off of him. You touch your forehead to his as silence hangs in the air. Your fingers comb tenderly through the hair on the back of his head. Everyone is broken in some way, that doesn't mean they're unworthy of love. While you don't know what happened in his past, and you know it must've been awful, you still love him.

You tell Peppino you love him for who he is, not some idealized version. Not your idea of who he could be. You love him as the person before you, right here.

He grabbed your face with both hands to kiss you, pouring his entire being into it. The kiss felt like every word he wasn't able bring himself to vocalize.

It was a “Please don’t leave me. Please don’t let me be alone again. Please tell me you'll stay. That you'll love me forever. And I promise that I’ll love you forever. No matter what”. It was a silent plea, begging you to stay.

You clasp the nape of his neck, tugging his head forward to reciprocate that passion with your own kiss, your reply.

(This was my first attempt at a more angsty theme, I've never done one, apologies if it flows weird or out of place🙏)

[stickycollectorunknown]

Peppino spaghetti x reader

[Warning am Terrible at writing so there is gonna be grammer errors because I have literally BRAIN DAMAGE so yeah enjoy the shit show]

🍕 You were look for a good place to eat after your original go-to pizza place shut down do to an Infrastation of hilariously large rodents owning the place now you had to go eat some where else.

🍕 You then saw the sign....peppino's pizza. You weren't sure if the place was open or not due to the lights were off but the door was open so you enter. The place was dark except for the light shining through the windows, you took a sit on a red swerving chair. You looked around the place it had it had Italian décor you wondered if the owner was Italian or if it's another case of your culture is our decor.

🍕 then you hear a door open and see a middle age man walk out of the door. He seem super stressed out still looking at the paper he took a sit next to unaware you were there. You stared at him curiously and spoke "let me guess Bill problems". The Italian man sighed "yes it's- wait a minute " he stopped looking at the paper and looked at you. "A CUSTOMER!" He ran the kitchen quickly and grabbed their note book and pencil and ran back out. You were shocked he can move so fast, he handed you one of the menus "what-a you would like to-a order" he said with a nervous smile.

🍕 You looks down on the menu and spoke "I would like a small Pizza a everything pizza and a soda please", "anything else? " You shook your head sideways " Nah am fine thanks " he nodded and went back to the kitchen. He shook his friend Gustavo, " awake up we have a job to do "the little man jumped up and looked around in shock at first but returned to sleeping. Peppino rolled his eyes and rolled up his sleeves "fine then I'll do it my self".

🍕half a hour later he brought your pizza and a soda. "Here iz your pizza " he stood by waiting for your reaction. You took a bite of it and... loved it! "Oh my goodness! It's amazing! you made this pizza?", he blushed and scratched the back of his head "yes I did-did" peppino has heard compliments before but for some old reason this stuck to him maybe it because he hasn't heard it in a long time but whatever it was it had spark the love of cooking that he thought he lost so long ago. And for you? You just found your new favorite pizza place.

🍕 You went to peppino whenever you got your paycheck or had some spare money laying around. But also even if you didn't have money he would invite you over to the pizzeria. You both would chat for hours and got to learn about each other likes and dislikes. It got to a point where you would visit each other outside of the pizza place.

🍕 and you would do each other favors like peppino has no money for a taxi? No problem you give him a lift. Your parents are coming to town to visit you but you don't know how to cook anything besides ramen? He's got your back!

🍕but peppino noticed something he couldn't stop thinking about you! About how you look..laughed and looked at him it was driving him crazy, at first he thought it was just his anxiety but it wasn't it felt nice being around you and you were always so nice to him. Sometimes he would doodle you on his orders notebook or just some how make a pizza that kinda looks like you.

🍕 he wanted to confess to you he REALLY did but he was worried about so many things like what if you rejected him and never want to see him again? That thought made him shutter. So he kept it all bottle up but he wasn't very good at it.

🍕he would hold your hand and touches you when he gets a chance (like your hair or tug on your clothes) and make the excuses of oh you had a bug on you or your hands were cold or he wanted to show you something.

🍕 he finds himself staring at you and he becomes embarrassed once he realizes that he was staring at you and feels like a creep.

🍕 he feels a bit more relaxed when you are around him, he feels a bit more lose. And smile more when you're around.

🍕then he heard from Gustavo that you have been trying to find a date on dating apps. His heart dropped to his stomach no no no no NO! He made up his made and decided that he had to confess!

🍕 You walked into the restaurant and sat in your favorite sit "hey peppino! Guess who got some money for some pizza!". Peppino came out the kitchen with a fancy rented suit and a pizza. You whistled "Damm peppino! You looking fine! What's the special occasion?" He put the pizza in front of you it was a heart shaped "wow you still make heart shaped pizza's? Wasn't valentine's day 5 days ago? " You said jokingly but then he hold you hand. You looked at him curiously and let him speak.

🍕 "ever since you step into my pizzeria you have been nothing but kind to me.. your so helpful and you know so much stuff and l...." he gulped " I love you...." man felt like he was going to get a heart attack. You smiled at him gently and put your hand carefully on his face.

🍕"oh peppino...I have always loved you" and you kissed his forehead. Peppino took a minute to Process what just happened but when it finally hit him. He was esthetic! He pull you in to dance you both danced happily, hand In hand you both like this moment can last forever.

Bonus!

🍕 Gustavo totally lied about you looking for dating he just tired of the constant will they or won't they routine.

[rapono-writes-stuff]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pizza Tower (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fake Peppino & Peppino Spaghetti Characters: Peppino Spaghetti, Fake Peppino (Pizza Tower), Pizzahead (Pizza Tower) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Panic, Protectiveness, Body Horror, Invasion of personal space, assuming the worst, Smoking Summary:

An unwanted guest shows up at the restaurant, and Peppino makes sure they know they're unwelcome.

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Hello Pizza Tower nation, I am not dead!

(Sorry the post glitched and now I can't remove him, so enjoy the complementary Fake with gun)

[cutechan555]

Comic idea that only god knows when I'm going to draw it, I just wanted to share it

Based on this, this and this

Noise : look my dwarf friend the only way to get this dumb little restaurant any traction, is by filming a commercial

Gustavo: Wouldn't that take alot of time to get some kind of attention

Noise : no dumbass we gonna upload it on social media it gets attention way faster than TV

Gustavo: that doesn't make it less worrying also shouldn't.. Peppino himself be in the ad?

Noise : Yeah duh! He's the owner of the restaurant dummy

Gustavo: The owner of the restaurant... who's bed ridden with a harsh fever..

Noise: who said the real Peppino has to be here..?

Gustavo: please don't tell me...

Fake Peppino: :)

Gustavo: Yeah..this restaurant is so gonna get shut down

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[pizzapizzeria]

Since part one did really well, here’s what happened next.

Back to the old grind: Part 2.

Gustavo and Mr. Stick were still waiting inside the pizzeria for Peppino to come back inside from taking out the trash.

“Geez, he doesn’t take this long.” Gustavo muttered, starting to feel worried.

He was about to head outside and check on him when there was a frantic banging from outside.

“HELP!! HELP!! OPEN-A THE DOOR!!” Peppino shouted.

When Gustavo flung the door open, Peppino was a hyperventilating mess, he seemed more than afraid, he seemed traumatized.

“What happened?! Are you alright?!” said a concerned Gustavo, letting Peppino prop himself up on his pet rat, Brick.

“T-That-a thing from the tower, it’s-a right outside…” Peppino said between frantic gasps for air.

Gustavo was shocked, that was the last thing he thought he’d hear but he tried to think rationally about the situation. “Well, I guess they ARE coming back after all, why don’t you bring it inside and ask what they want?” suggested the gnome, trying to give Peppino his best advice.

“Gus, are you insane?! Letting that-a thing in my pizzeria?! No way!!” Peppino normally listened to what Gustavo would tell him, but the idea of bringing his clone inside his restaurant was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Might as well listen to him Pep, besides what’s the worst thing that could happen?” Stick said, oblivious to what that clone truly looked like, he knew it existed and saw a glimpse of him when escaping the Tower but he never got a good look up close.

“Oh Dio Mio, you’ll see soon enough.” scolded the Italian Chef, before he went outside to fetch the clone.

When he re-entered the pizzeria with his look-alike following close behind, Gustavo was definitely unsettled by the clone’s appearance but tried to be his usual polite self but Mr. Stick was horrified.

“AAAAAH!!” Stick grabbed his huge bag of money and tried swinging it around in self-defense, but it was too heavy and he fell flat on his face.

“G-Get away from us, you monster!!” He shouted, trying to scare the clone away but something unexpected happened instead, Peppino’s look-alike began to tear up, and his long arms reached up to wipe away his tears.

“I̴’̶m̶ ̵t̵h̷e̴ ̵m̵o̶n̴s̵t̸e̶r̷?̷ ̴” The clone whimpered, feeling hurt by Stick’s hurtful words, he then began to sob uncontrollably.

“W-Wait, what’s-a wrong?! Why are you crying?!” said a shocked Peppino, maybe his look-alike wasn’t completely heartless after all.

“H̷e̴ ̸w̸a̵s̸ ̸r̵i̴g̸h̵t̴,̵ ̷I̸’̷m̵ ̴j̵u̷s̵t̴ ̴a̵ ̴m̸i̷s̶t̶a̸k̴e̵.̴ ̶” The clone kneeled down to Peppino’s height and held him close.

“What? Who would say something like that?” Gustavo said, trying his best to comfort Peppino’s look-alike.

“P̵i̸z̸z̷a̷H̸e̴a̴d̵.” The clone said inbetween sniffles, and that name made Peppino’s blood boil.

“What did he-a do to you?” Peppino said between gritted teeth, and that’s when Peppino’s look-a like began to tell his story.

To be continued….

[livemedown]

Rises from my tomb to present another cheesecake (but less cake) fic

[thatonesimp-e]

Rumors Of a Crumbling Tower - DragonGamerBME - Wattpad

I've updated the cringe! more Noise interactions.. plus a friend!

[manicplank]

The Color Pink (Part 3)

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NOISE COUPLE

N O I S E C O U P L E

This one is loooong. I have no regrets.

Another morning, another alarm, another tired Hazel. As much as she loved her career, she wished she chose something that happened a little later in the day. She did her morning routine as usual. She was a bit more motivated lately on account of her last encounter with The Noise. Every day she hoped and hoped that he would come in again. The last time they spoke, it was more than just small talk. She really felt a connection with him. She got extra dolled up and pretty each day. She was taking extra good care of herself. She didn't want to get in her own head, but... She had a bit of a crush on The Noise. The next time she saw him, she wanted to impress him. Unfortunately, she took her sweet time and ended up being late!

She rushed over to the cafe. The Vigilante and a couple of The Pig City police were waiting for her at the door. "Hazel," The Vigilante greeted her cheerfully. "You look bright and awake." She smiled as she unlocked the door. "Thanks," she said, "I accidentally took my time this morning. Sorry for being so late!" She hurried back behind the counter and started the brews. She scattered around try to ready mugs. She went to hand menus to the cops that had sat down, but they denied the menus and said they wanted their usuals. She headed back to the counter. "Vigi, want your usual, too," she asked him. He nodded, "Mhm!" She settled a little as she didn't want to mess up any of the orders. She served out the coffees and apologized again for being so late.

It was still early morning when the piggy police got up and left. They paid, but as usual, left no tip. The bell rang as they left. She sighed, finally coming down from her anxious rush. "Doing alright, today," The Vigilante asked.

"I'm doing okay," she responded. "I'm just feeling... different, lately."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I... Well, it's hard to explain. I feel like... something is waiting for me. Something good, something nice."

"That must be a good thing."

"Yeah. At least, I hope."

---

It had been a few days since he went to the cafe, but The Noise was still feeling a bit energetic and spry. He kept thinking about going back. He figured it was just his caffeine addiction kicking in again. It had been so long since he had good coffee. He thought about that girl and how sweet she was. He couldn't remember her name... Yet he couldn't get her out of his mind. She was so blunt with him. She didn't treat him like some godly celebrity like everyone else did. He was starting to think he liked her. But only as a friend, totally just a friend. Or maybe she was just displaying good customer service...

He was too picky and stubborn to drink the pizza-flavored coffee. His sluggishness in the morning was definitely an obstacle when it came to early morning filming. He yawned. He had completely slept through his alarm, but thankfully, he set it earlier than need be. He knew he would oversleep. He absolutely despised early mornings. He got out of bed hesitantly. He groaned as he stretched out. He sighed. He swished some mouthwash around his teeth and spit it out. He quickly got dressed in costume and headed out. He still had some extra time, so he figured he'd stop by the cafe.

The bell rang as he walked through the door. The Vigilante turned around on the stool and stared. It was The Noise. The Vigilante wasn't a big fan of him. He knew he was a criminal in The Pig City, and he wasn't too keen of him being around Hazel. She turned around to face the door. She gasped and clasped her hands together when she saw that The Noise was back in her cafe. "Hey," she greeted excitedly. "Hey," he spoke softly.

"You're here real early!"

"Yeah, early morning on the set today."

"Well, what can I get you?"

He yawned and sat down at the counter. The Vigilante's eyes followed him the entire time. The Noise stared back. "I don't know, yet," he said.

"Here," she handed him a menu, "this should help."

He read the menu for a few minutes. "Ehh, I think I'll do a hot coffee, dark brew, half n' half, caramel syrup, and three sugar."

"I'm on it!"

The Vigilante stared The Noise down. Noise stared back with a grimace. If looks could kill, they'd both be dead. Hazel went to make his coffee but stopped in her tracks. "Oh, I forgot to ask," she aired, "was this for here or to go?" Originally, The Noise was going to order to go, but the way The Vigilante looked made him want to stay just to piss him off. "You know what," The Noise said as he stared The Vigilante in the eye, "I think I'll stay here." He smiled deviously. His face switched as he looked over to her.

"I hate to ask this," he laughed a bit, "but what was your name again?"

She handed his coffee to him. "My name's Hazel." She looked at him and smiled.

"Sorry, my memory isn't the best." He sipped his coffee and rested his chin on his hand. He gave The Vigilante the side eye then looked back to her.

"So, have you been doing any better?"

"A little bit, actually. I've been trying my best to make it better, you know?"

"How so?"

"For starters, I've been taking better care of myself. Stopped drinking as much. Been getting more sleep."

"Oh, yeah? That sounds much better for you."

"Yeah. How about you?"

"I've been doing the same. Well, the taking care of myself part, not the drinking." She giggled nervously.

He chuckled. "So, you're drinking more?"

"No, no! I meant-"

He laughed again. "Kidding! I'm kidding!"

She sighed in relief and laughed with him. "Oh, my gosh, you're ridiculous.

The two stopped laughing and the room fell silent. "You know," The Noise cleared his throat, "this might sound crazy, but..." He looked down at the counter and twirled his finger in a circle.

"What is it?"

"Would you, uh... be willing to go to lunch with me, sometime?"

The Vigilante gasped in disbelief, and Hazel gasped in excitement. "Are you serious?!"

The Noise looked up at her. "Dead serious."

"Of course! I mean- yeah, sure, whatever."

The Noise laughed. "Playing it cool, huh? You got a pen and paper?"

"Yeah, here." She handed him a pen and a small notepad from her apron.

He stuck his tongue out as he wrote on the paper. "Here," he tore the paper off and handed it to her, "this is my number. Give me a call, and we can make some plans." The Noise's phone began to ring. "Speaking of phone calls... That's one of the people on set. I'm running a bit late, so I gotta go." He stood up and took out his wallet. "What do I owe ya?"

"Oh, uh, hold on, I have to ring you up."

"You know what, just take this." He pulled out $100 and handed it to her. "Keep the change."

Hazel was completely shocked. "What?! No, I can't take this!" She tried to hand it back to him.

"Please," he grabbed her hand gently, and she blushed. "Keep it. Think of it as a tip."

He winked and headed off out of the door. The Vigilante was still staring in complete shock. "The HELL just happened," he shouted. Hazel was still starstruck. Her brain was still processing the fact that The Noise just gave her his number. Her heart was racing.

"HAZEL!"

"Whaa?!" She shouted as she snapped back to reality. "Oh, sorry, Vigi."

"Why the hell would you wanna go out with a crook like him?"

"Are you kidding me? I have, like, the biggest crush on him!"

"He's a criminal!"

Hazel immediately got defensive. "Vigi, I'm sure you've done some bad things in your life, too."

"You'll be in danger!"

She gave The Vigilante a look and rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Do you want a refill or not?"

"Nah, I gotta get going, too." He slowly lowered himself from the stool. "And stop lookin' at me like that. I'm just worried for your safety."

"And if I need you, I will call you." She rang him up, and he paid her. "Rest assured, Vigi. I'll be fine. Here's your receipt."

--

The Noise lit a cigarette as he walked down to the third floor. He was shaking and his heart was racing. He couldn't believe he just asked her out. He exhaled smoke and took a deep breath. His phone rang again, but he sent it to voicemail. He took his time walking to the NTV building as thoughts raced through his head. What did I just do?! Why did I do that?! I didn't even think it through! I mean, I keep thinking about her... No! It's fine, it's fine... Everything will be fine.

[thenoiseagreste]

Past-a Tower AU | fanfic

Part 1

The tower finally fell. Everyone watched it. Since Peppino didn't kill all enemies, they somehow managed to escape, while his final fight, and now are walking all around the city.

Peppino was exhausted, was sitting on the ground. Gustavo talked with him and Brick watched them calm down. The rest of the group were talking together about the whole thing. Only Noise stood further, all wet from the rain. He was shaking from being cold and the pain from his fights.

Peppino, after a while, came to him.

-Hey Theo! How are ya?

Noise didn't respond.

-Noise? Hey, you okay? Hey... Are you crying...?

He was sobbing and shaking a bit.

-Leave me alone...

Peppino put his hand on his shoulder.

-Hey, what's wrong...?

-Go away!

Noise walked away, he didn't want to talk to him now. But Peppino tried to keep up with him. He put his hand on Noise's shoulder again.

-F*ck off...

-Theodore. What is wrong?

Noise stood still, still shaking for a bit and sobbing. After few minutes, he suddenly ran towards the ruins as fast as he could.

-Theo-!

He started searching through all what was left from the tower. He looked in every place. Peppino ran to him.

-Noise...!

Noise walked for a moment when Peppino came, then he froze.

-Noise...? Hey...

Peppino tried to put his hand on his shoulder one more time, but Noise suddenly fell on his knees.

-What are you... OH

Noise started crying heavier as he held destroyed mask that belonged to Noisette.

-Oh God. I'm so sorry... I-a...

"Oh God. No...No, no, no..! This cannot be happening... I... I forgot about her... I... Forgot... This can't be....I... I didn't save my friend... I... It's all my fault... God....why?" Peppino was overthinking everything, as always.

Peppino also started tearing up as Theo stayed silent, still crying.

The rest was confused, why did Peppino and Noise go there and not come back for so long. Vigi decided to go check on them.

-What is goin' on there?

Noise looked back at him, with sadness, pain and anger in his eyes. Vigilante noticed the mask, that was ruined and had bloodstains.

-Oh my... I'm so sorry...

Peppino whispered to Vigi:

-He searched through all of it...! Even i-if she died... Her b-body would be there... It couldn't j-just wanish.

-Yeah, that's strange... I even found my gun, a person should be much easier to find!

The rest of the group came to them after a little while. They stood there in silence, some of them sobbing quietly. They took off their hats. Noise was still on the ground, crying.

They stayed there until midnight.

[phantomdoofer]

So as part of my recent brainstorming, I came up with a patch design for Peppino and Gustavo's unit in the Great War!

Some lore behind it: the 43rd Infantry, the "Broken Wings," was a former Air Force unit that was changed to an Infantry unit due to lack of equipment. The stylized airplane, as well as the wings, represent their air roots, while the diamond, plus the one folded wing, indicates their status as an infantry unit. As Peppino and Gustavo were the only survivors of that unit, the patch and designation have been discontinued.

The wings by themselves are the chosen design if a unit member ever got a tattoo of it, and Peppino and Gustavo both have it: on their left shoulder blades.

[blueberrybladelemonade]

Confessions in the Dark

Summary: The Noise and Noisette have had enough of you and Peppino constantly dancing around the fact you both like each other. It's so obvious and you both are idiots. 

They have an idea though, they'll invite you both to the get together they're having. Everyone will be there and maybe that'll be the push you guys need. 

If not, there's option B. Or C.

Contents: The trope of "these two idiots like each other but won't ask each other out", Mutual denying of crushes, Feelings get crushed due to this, Swearing, Noise being rude, Semi angst to fluff, JFC can you both get together already?!, Somewhat suggestive but nothing nsft.

The Noise lets out a groan, "Look at those dumbasses." he gestures across the room at the counter. You had been here for half an hour now, the food you ordered being eaten long ago. Instead you were currently sitting at the counter carrying a conversation with Peppino. 

"It's so obvious they're into each other." Noisette agreed, shoving the remaining bit of crust into her mouth. "Arghe gohna ebr conbess"?

"Babe, chew with your mouth closed". 

The pair continued observing your interactions. It was pathetic, to be completely honest. If they got here before you did, they'd both notice Peppino glancing at the door, unusually attentive, if it was on a day you'd stop by. You'd alway come in on Wednesdays and Fridays. Any other time Peppino would barely look up from his work to see who entered.  

Noisette took a sip of her soda, finally finishing with her food.

"Are they ever gonna confess"?

It was telling enough that you would stop by and simply linger this long. It definitely wasn't because of, in Noise's opinion, the sub par pizza. Some days you'd just order a damn drink and sit at the counter, engrossed in what ever conversations you had with the man.

"Pft. Y/N probably still has that letter, or threw it out. And him," Noise points over at Peppino, "Won't ever make a move on Y/N. They're both fucking idiots. What they need is someone to confess for them".

Huh.

That was an idea. Noise sat up, it was time to go. "Come on babe, I have an idea that they'll thank me for". Noise slid out of the booth with Noisette excitedly following after him.

* * * Wednesday 6:34 p.m.

"We can always just go with option C then." The Noise shrugs. 

"What if they just freeze to death instead?" Noisette asks. "And how are we going to lock them in the freezer there"?

"That's option B," he snaps. "Option C is where we'll just walk up to the counter when Y/N is there and just confess for them".

"Shouldn't we try the less drastic options first"?

Noise ignored her, obviously if this plan didn't work, locking the two of you in a freezer where you'd have to hold each other to stay warm was not that drastic. 

"So why was option D a thing?" Noisette asks, writing in her notepad, "That will definitely kill them". 

He drags a hand down his face with a groan. "No shit. Option D is for 'Die' because if...No! We're not discussing that option. Not unless our other plans fail".

Noisette scribbles something else down before pursing her lips in thought. "So for option B do we need rope or handcuffs? Also I thi-" 

"Let's just focus on this plan." 

* * *Wednesday 7:15 p.m.

You had finished texting Noisette and set your phone to the side, a small grin forming on your face. Maybe leaving the house would be a good thing. This get together was on Saturday, which was perfect since you didn't have to work. 

What could go wrong, honestly? You pause before knocking on the wooden table you were seated at, remembering the old superstition. Just in case. A sheet of paper drifts away, you grab it before it floats to the floor. The smile on your face disappears as you aimlessly scan the words you had written.

You make a face and cringe. How did you even manage to write some of this? 

You'd write confession after confession. Hands shaking and your face usually staying a shade of red during the entirety of you writing. 

After finishing another letter, you'd slip it into an envelope and seal it. 

Then, predictably, you'd come back and shove it into your dresser. With the other dozen or so you failed to give to Peppino. This was just another failed letter for the failure you call your romantic life. You don't even have a romantic life, you remind yourself. 

Granted, you felt like you were being dramatic about the entire situation. Why was it so damn hard to write and give him a "I really like you" or "would you like to go out?" letter? You were more terrified of telling Peppino in person, so instead you opted to write your feelings out. Unfortunately you still were struggling. 

Numerous times you wrote everything down you liked about him; how he made you laugh, how you enjoyed the times you hung out, how handsome he wa- You faceplant into the table to stop thinking about it, face heating up. 

It sounded like an easy solution, just give him the letter. The real reason you were struggling was because you were afraid of him rejecting you. You sit with your face buried in your arms, as your thoughts turn dark. Why can't I do things like normal people? Normal people can just confess and be done with it.

In your case, you just know getting rejected would fill you with shame. Peppino liked you but you doubt he'd want date you. He liked you as a friend. You feel a sharp twinge in your chest. 

If you had any obvious signs he liked you more than that, you'd feel more confident but it's not like that'll happen. Too bad there wasn't a big glowing sign that would give you the answer. 

You didn't want to pretend you didn't like Peppino -in fact you kind of hated pretending and denying it- but when he rejects you? How would you have to act afterwards? Like nothing happened? More than likely you'd probably stop going to the pizzeria, it'd be too awkward otherwise. And it'd also hurt if you did visit. And it'd also be awkward.  

You shake your head, not wanting to dwell on it anymore. At least for this get together you'd get to see him. Maybe you'd get a chance to confess then. 

*** Friday 2:12 p.m.

Noise clears his throat, again, attempting to get Peppino to acknowledge him. Peppino ignores the smaller man as he adds cheese to a pizza, never even looking in Noise's direction. Instead he continues talking with you, asking if you'd like to watch a movie next week. You smile and say yes, eyes lighting up as Peppino explains it's an italian classic. He watches Noise still in his peripheral. Maybe if he's lucky he'll get bored and go away.

Noise rolls his eyes, with a "tch" before propping his elbows up, resting his head in his hands. He cracks a smirk. 

"Hey buddy, can you take my order instead of oogling your lover all day"?

You snap straight up.

Peppino whips around, eyes wide. 

"Excuse me but what the fuck?" you blurt out a bit too quickly. The food you had taken a bite of goes down the wrong way, sending you into a coughing fit.

"Merda! Look-a what you did!" Peppino snaps, "Y/N are you ok?" 

You wave your hand, " 'm fine" you gasp, grabbing a napkin as another coughing fit starts. Your shudder as you cough again, downing a sip of your drink. Noise shrugs as Peppino glares at him. After another moment you let out a shuddering breath. "I'm fine, thanks". 

Just as Peppino's about to yell at him Noisette pops up beside you. 

"Heya Y/N! Sorry Peppino I'm borrowing this!" You're cut off as Noisette grabs your arm and yanks you from your chair. Peppino watches as you grimace, sending him a "what can you do" shrug, as you let her pull you into a booth. 

For a time he'd watch you sit, happily chatting with Noisette. He watches as you look confused for a moment before you start shaking your head, as if saying no. As you continue chatting he watches as you suddenly lean closer to Noisette, a smile spreading across her face.  

The Noise hops up into the chair you had been sitting at. Now replaced by this menace. Peppino grumbles as he adds on the remaining toppings. "What do you want"?

"We're having a get together Saturday. Show up." He replies curtly. "And three orders of garlic knots". 

"Why-a would I"?

"Because Y/N is going".

"And"?

Noise leans in "I know you like them. This is your chance to tell Y/N. Or should I tell Y/N for you?" He begins to move off the seat "Actually, I'll just do it now..."

"No!" he yells, catching Noisette's and your attention. You both stare, waiting for a fight to break out. After a pause you determined an intervention wasn't needed, instead you return to your conversation with Noisette.

Noise remains standing, shooting Peppino an annoyed look. "Saturday. 7 p.m. At the lakefront".

Shortly after Noise and Noisette leave, you come back up to the counter. You thank Peppino for the pizza and tell him to have a good rest of the day. Peppino heaves a deep sigh as the door closes behind you. 

*** Friday 11:38 p.m.

Peppino lays in bed staring up into the darkness, replaying that moment from earlier. 

It had been months now, when the realization hit him. He adored you. Your smile, your looks, how nice you were, how you brightened his day. He hadn't noticed how much he looked forward to your visits at first, but they had become the highlight of his day. 

At some point he had memorized what you ordered. This lead to him always preparing a fresh pizza with your favorite toppings, ready for you when you'd come in. Gustavo had teased Peppino on a few occasions regarding his attentiveness to you, which would fluster him immensely. 

That changed when the realization dawned on him. He'd have the occasional daydream (that was more often than he'd admit), but he tried to wave them off. 

Sometimes Peppino had thought about asking you to hang out, either to see a movie or a even a simple outing. He thought of buying flowers for those days and giving them to you, watching as your eyes light up from the gesture. He'd imagine how the day would play out and how it might go. And by the end of the night he'd take your hands and ask you to be his. 

He'd imagine how nice it must be, to be your boyfriend. 

That memory from earlier resurfaced again. Your reaction when the Noise called you lovers. For a split second he felt his heart flutter. Your reaction and look of disgust promptly crushed those feelings. 

It was purely delusional to think you'd ever be interested in him. Peppino wasn't exactly what you could call "boyfriend material". 

On the surface, he could just look in the mirror and point out a laundry list of flaws. The top ones being; Middle aged. While not a flaw in itself, this paired with his other issues only amplified them. Fat. He wasn't really sure when or how but he had developed a gut. Balding. The hair he used to have and took for granted all but thinned and gone. 

Then if you were to dig deeper you would find; PTSD. Anxiety ridden. Short temper. And also sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night from night terrors. Mentally, Peppino felt broken. Even if you could tolerate him for a bit, you would get worn down eventually. Hell, even he was worn down by it. You didn't deserve to be burdened as well. 

You would never be interested in someone like him.

The best option was to simply treat you as any other customer. Peppino shut his eyes, nodding to himself. He couldn't keep holding on to a foolish daydream. What he needed to do was distance himself, then could move on and not have that sinking feeling like earlier with your comment. He'd have to come up with an excuse to cancel those plans next week too. 

It would be difficult for a bit but he knew he had to be realistic. The first steps were always the hardest.

 

*** Saturday 2:19 p.m.

"Sure".

You stare at Peppino, confused. Usually he'd be much more talkative. He barely even glanced up from the dough he had been kneading. 

"Are you going to meet up with everyone later"?

"I'ma busy tonight. Saturday's are one of our busier days"

"Ah." You're lost on what else to say, unable to keep from feeling disappointment. While this was true, you thought Gustavo was going to take over for the last few hours tonight. Maybe he doesn't want to be around the Noise? Which is fair enough, but there would be others there too, and not just him. 

You shift in your seat awkwardly. Some days Peppino had been busy and couldn't talk, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence like today. You wonder if something's bothering him. 

You pull out your phone to text Noisette. After pressing send you tell Peppino to have a good day as you move to leave. He nods, giving a short "You too." As he pulls a pizza from of the oven.

***Saturday 5:04 p.m.

At an instant the Noise had lunged at Peppino, grabbing the front of his shirt. "Listen here fatass, you better not bail out tonight or you're gonna play hide and seek with a fucking pipebomb." the Noise threatens, glaring up at  Peppino. 

He rolls his eyes in reply, wiping the flour onto his pants. "I already-a said I'ma going. Quit asking".

The Noise eyes him for a moment before letting go.

"You better close up soon then." he threatens, composing himself before heading out the door. Peppino sighs. He really wasn't in the mood. All he wanted to do was to just close, clean, and go home. He didn't feel like being around you especially, it already hurt to blow you off while he was working. Although with the others there, Peppino could use that as a means to avoid you. 

He steps into the backroom where Gustavo was restocking the shelves. 

"Gustavo help-a me close so we can go get ready". 

"Ready for what?"

Peppino stares confused at him. "The 'get together' tonight? The one the Noise and his girlfriend came in and invited us to yesterday"?

Gustavo shrugs. "First I've heard of it. Why don't you just go now? I can keep the restaurant open so we don't have to close early." he added.

Well that's weird. Why didn't they invite Gustavo? "Are you sure"?

"Yep. Go have fun. Brick and I will clean up too."

Peppino paused on his way out, turning around "Don't forget-"

"We'll make sure Bruno stays out of the trash. And the shrimp". 

"Grazie".

Gustavo waits until he hears Peppino's footsteps grow fainter. As he hears the door shut Gustavo takes his phone out of his pocket and searches through his contacts. Finding "Noisette" he begins tapping out a message;

"Peppino just left. Good luck" and presses send. 

Mio dios if this didn't work, Gustavo was on board with Option B. He'd even supply a blanket. 

*** Saturday 7:04 p.m.

You fidget idly with the napkin in your lap. As of right now, no one else had shown up so it was just you, Noise, and Noisette. You desperately pray that it's not just going to be you and the psychotic duo tonight. 

"Where is-a everyone?" the familiar voice makes you jump. You turn and see Peppino standing off to the side. 

The Noise shrugs "No one else showed".

You stare at Peppino as he slides into the booth beside you. He wasn't in his work clothes or even the casual ones when you hung out. You stare, admiring how nice he looked in the button up shirt. 

Your eyes widen slightly, realizing he had been staring back at you. You smile softly at him and he responds with one of his own. 

"Yay! Double date!" Noisette claps her hands, you both recoil. 

"We're not-a dating!" Peppino snaps, sliding a few inches away from you. 

"Don't be ridiculous!" You had a sinking feeling this was going to happen all night.

Noise's expression changes as he glowers at you both. "Ok I'm fucking over this!" Noise snarls. "Go make out, get a room, and go do...what ever you freaks are into. I'll even give you the handcu-" 

He was caught short as you splashed your water into his face, Noise yelping in surprise.

All eyes were on you. What could go wrong tonight? A lot. You feel the blood rush to your face, you sink into the booth feeling Peppino's gaze on you. He was offended no doubt. 

Noisette cleared her throat, drawing Peppino and your's attention to him. She had a notepad open and began reading out of it. 

"Y/N, you told me yesterday that you thought Peppino was cute but "don't ever repeat that".

Cute? Peppino had been called many things throughout the years. Cute was not one of them.

"And I know you have...how many confession letters? Like a dozen? You wrote but never gave to him." She continues, pointing to Peppino. 

You sat there, too shocked to argue. You opened your mouth but no sound came out aside from a pitiful whine. You forgot she knew about the confession dresser. 

Noisette directed her attention to Peppino now. "I found this..." In a quick motion, she sets a crumpled piece of paper onto the table and pushes it in front of you. It had your name written down, you recognized the handwriting immediately as Peppino's. Under your name was smaller writing:

Y/N

Mia Cara

Will you be mine?

"Also you admitted last week, with Gustavo as a witness, that you would like to ask Y/N out but you think "They'd have no interest in someone like you". 

You gasp you turned fully to stare at him, "Why would you thi-"

"Well guess what?! It's your lucky day! You both want to be together! Yay! Go make out like Noisy said"!

You both remained silent. 

"Yeah we're done here." Noise interjects, the scowl never leaving his face. "If you both needed your big ass glowing sign...there you go"!

Noise grumbles, tossing the soaked napkins down before pushing out from his seat. Noisette moves out of the booth to follow suit, she turns back around one last time, smiling and sending you a thumbs up, before catching up to Noise. 

"Well..." You trail off. "Uh...would you mind taking me home? Noisette was kinda my ride".

"Si..."

* * * Saturday 7:53 p.m.

Peppino had walked you up to your home, watching as you unlock the door. Neither of you said anything to the other the entire way home.

Now you both stared at each other for what felt like hours. You were home, you could go in now. Instead your feet remained rooted in place, until you said something just above a whisper. 

"I don't want to pretend anymore."  Your eyes flick to the ground for a moment before sucking in a breath. "I really like you." you say, "And I do think your cute, handsome even, and I love when we hang out. So maybe we-"

You were cut off as he kissed you. Everything had melted away except the warm caress of his lips against yours. His scent was familiar but at the same time new. Enticing. 

Peppino drew back with a shaky breath, face flushed. Your eyes meet his as if searching for something. The next moment you grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him back in for another kiss. You tug him through the door into your home. Peppino wraps an arm around your waist holding you securely against him. With his free hand he cups your face, thumb gently stroking your cheek. 

You clasp a hand against the back of his neck, pressing your other hand against his chest. In response he deepens the kiss, tangling his hand into your hair. You find yourself pinned between Peppino and the wall. The kiss had started slowly as if to savor this moment, then you feel his tongue gently graze your lips. This kiss was everything you both had wanted to say. "I want you. Will you be mine? I need you in my life" it was intoxicating. Every touch against each other compensating for all the times you didn't just reach out.  

You lean into him, feeling your heart racing and his as well. Both your hands clasped against his neck for support as your legs grew weak. His hands trail down your sides before firmly holding your hips.

He pulls you away from the wall, carefully moving you both back towards the couch. You feel yourself lean back into the cushions as  Peppino pulls away. The only sound was your shallow breaths and the feeling the heat radiating from each other. You feel him gently pressing his weight on you, his gaze softening as he came back down, lips once again meeting yours with his hands finding yours as you weave your fingers together. 

Now that you knew what you'd been missing, you had a lot of catching up to do. 

Sorry this took so long to post lol. I lost progress on this twice when my draft didn't save. 💀

[candythechocolatelabrador]

So remember that one post I made regarding how I wished the angst potential between Vigilante and Peppino was explored more? Well I may or may not have written an entire fanfic based on that exact concept, whoops lmao. But yeah I'd love if you guys could read it! I worked pretty hard on this so I'd love to hear any feedback you guys may have! War Vets and Cowboy Vests (3463 words) by CandyDoesStuff

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pizza Tower (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fake Peppino & Peppino Spaghetti Characters: Peppino Spaghetti, Fake Peppino (Pizza Tower), Gustavo (briefly) Additional Tags: Angst, Tense, Paranoia, Fear, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Stalking, being watched, hopelessness, Death Acceptance, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Post crumbling tower, mild body horror Summary:

There's been something watching him not long after the tower fell. He can feel it, the sensation of eyes on him felt like a sixth sense, whenever he works the front alone.

He doesn't know who or what it is, and it's scaring him.

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Finally, it's done!!