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[oldmanenjoyer]

Howdy!

If y’all wanna send in some pizza tower requests I will write them!

I’ll write for any of the characters! Last I check there were no minors in the game, so that’s good!

But ye no minor x character unless it’s like a platonic thing

I’ll probably post some fics as I wait for requests ye! Look forward to that

UPDATE: Wally Darling and friends also available :3

[oldmanenjoyer]

Hi,are you on hiatus?

kinda sorta

i'm in school right now and it's very much a heavy semester. it's been hard to write though i do try to pick away at asks when i have enough energy and motivation to do so. sorry everyone!

[oldmanenjoyer]

https://www.tumblr.com/oldmanenjoyer/720607521000341504/how-about-a-bit-of-angst-with-peppinoxreader-like

That last PeppinoxReader, maybe there’s still hope for Reader!

Peppino rushes them to the hospital to get proper help and he’s given a miracle!

Here’s the link too, for anyone who wants to reread it

You’re bruised to hell, broken by rocks and cement. Peppino hauls you out of the dust, and the sounds your body makes are so worrying. But you’re breathing, puffing soft gasps of air against his neck.

How long will you last this way? He can’t wait around to find out.

Luckily, Gustavo has though ahead, swinging around on Peppino’s delivery scooter just as the man swings around with you. It’s not the best, but it beats running, so Peppino scrambles onto the back and the three of you go flying down the empty roads towards the city, Brick on their tails.

You don’t wake the entire bumpy trip, but your face. . . it hurts to look at. Peppino can’t stand the screwed up expression you wear, the obvious pain you feel. Not even unconscious do you escape it. And it’s his fault.

If only you weren’t involved. If only Peppino thought to seek you out, find you, get you out. There was time, he could’ve managed it, could’ve saved you. Maybe you would’ve swooned then, kissed him in thanks.

But that didn’t happen, and you’re lying in his arms near dead.

Peppino shakes his head. No time, the hospital is in view and he needs to get moving.

Gustavo shouts in shock as Peppino leaps off the still-moving scooter, but he doesn’t care. Peppino runs into the hospital lobby, sending a few people running as he nearly kicks the door off the hinges.

“HELP!” He shouts, so loud the windows shake.

Doctors and nurses and the likes flood in. You’re taken from him, and the lack of your weight in his arms has Peppino spiraling to the floor. Even more professionals move in, worried over his own injuries, far more minor than yours.

Gloved hands lead him into the hospital, and Peppino follows them willingly, if only because it means being closer to you.

His room is nice, once it’s certain he isn’t going to keel over on the spot. It’s a calming yellow color, but Peppino can hardly feel calm when you’re still in such a critical state. He asks after you, but no one knows anything besides the fact you’re in surgery.

It takes hours, but a man walks into the room, sweaty and exhausted just like Peppino himself.

“They’re lucky you got them here so quick.” The surgeon says, and Peppino collapses into his bed. “They’re banged up, really badly banged up. They won’t be leaving for a while, but. . . from what we can tell right now, they’ll recover.”

“Thank you.” Is all Peppino can say. The surgeon nods and leaves.

And Peppino cries. So very, very relieved.

[oldmanenjoyer]

do you have any rules for writing? NSFW, kinks etc?

Rules are pretty non existent except that I don’t do nsfw on this blog. You’ll also have to put up with me being super slow lol

I do delete asks I don’t like, and those usually consist of cheating scenarios (not seen any here but did on other blogs) and anything that grosses me out (pedo and incest and such)

Otherwise I’m pretty lenient and willing follow whatever prompt you might think of

[oldmanenjoyer]

Could you do peppino and fake peppino (if you do him) with a s/o who has anger issues? Oike they’re very easy to piss off but not quick to violence unless its pizzahead..she tried stabbing in a few times cause hea that annoying 😂 (its fine if your to busy, i understand)

How could you not be angry? So much with the world was wrong and unfair, and people were stupid and unkind, and it all made you so mad. Especially customers that were just. . . so rude. You wanted to tear them to shreds, but your coworkers were always there to help reel you back.

Peppino knew the feeling, and by god did he find solace in you. Together, you both could rant and rave without judgement, and together you built off each other’s grievances until you both exploded and collapsed.

Gustavo thought it was such an entertaining scene, how the two of you could get so worked up over several little things. And if Peppino was mad, you were mad, and vice versa. It looked gratifying, and luckily neither of you seemed to take it past these venting session of yours.

Unless a certain pizza man came by. But that was another scene.

Pep also kept you a little less ready to fly off the handle. It was hard to stay angry when his goofy grin was there. He had a knack for recognizing when you were getting fed up, swooping in and scuttling away with you to some cool, quiet place in the restaurant (usually the freezer).

Sure, Peppino would have a go at you both for camping in there, especially since your health didn’t take as kindly to the cold as Pep’s did, but it was better than a lawsuit, he supposed.

“Ah,” Peppino heaved a heavy sigh as he plopped down beside you, “what a jerk.”

“What an ass!” You agreed, just as worn out. “Can’t wait a minute for his meal to fucking cook??”

“His-a time is-a soooo important.” Peppino drawled, scoffing.

“He’s a big bad money-maker.” You mocked. “Don’t you know who I am? I’m the top brown noser at my accounting firm. I get paid by the square to wipe my boss’s ass with, so shit is money!”

Peppino guffawed, smacking you on the shoulder. “Ha! You-a should’ve let loose!”

“Would’ve,” you hummed, gazing up at the gooey boy that was hovering overhead, ready to intervene should fists fly, “but someone knew better than me, huh?”

Pep just huffed, chest puffed out in pride. Ham.

[bahtzmcgee]

HI EVERYONE I have more noise juice. panic attack fic inspired by @oldmanenjoyer but with THE NOISE and NOISETTE POLYCULE hell yeah brother

TRIGGERS: Probably a really badly written panic attack lmao. panic attacks.

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You aren't sure how long you have sat here. It's felt like weeks, maybe even months, but you know it's only been a few minutes. It started with the shortness of breath, the constant reminder to breathe breathe breathe; inhale, exhale. The next second you were laying on the floor, too hot tears flowing freely as uncontrolled sobs wracked your nerves. If only you had remembered to breathe, you wouldn't be such a bother. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupi--

"Ohmygosh! Are you okay?" A noise. Actually, a Noisette. She's touching your arm gently, whispering questions but not really expecting an answer. It takes everything in you not to jerk back. She smiles at you; that warm, far too loving smile and kisses your shoulder.

"Everything's going to be okay. I'm going to get you a glass of water, that sound good?" You can't even respond before she's rushing out the door, distant yelling at who you suppose is to be The Noise. Clambering to the door Noisette returns alone, water in hand. Of course. You didn't expect Theodore to care.

"Theo will be here soon!" It's almost like she reads your mind every time. "He's been busy with some TV stuff, y'know, the use. He really does care about you, you know. Even if he doesn't show it most of the time. Like he does with me!" You wish she didn't sound that enthusiastic. You look up at Noisette and manage a small "thank you" as you raise the water to your lips. The room seems to cool down a bit more.

The door bursts open ... again. It's Theo this time, a manic look on his face as he trudges over to you. He tries to grab you gently, claws slightly digging into your skin. He jumps when you jump. A small "sorry" is uttered before he sits down in front of you.

"Hey," he starts, breathing in deeply. "We've been through this before, you know the drill. Breathe in, breathe out and drink some water if you're feelin' too overwhelmed. You can hug, kiss, maul me if you want. Whatever you're feelin'." You laugh and smile softly. He seems surprised you're in such a good mood already.

"Hazel helped me earlier," you explain. "She didn't really have to do much. Just her talking---oh, and the water---was enough to mostly get me out of this rut." Theodore releases a sigh he didn't know he had.

"That's good, I'm glad." He responded. "I told you she had that infamous calming aura 'bout her." He winks and you chuckle.

"You weren't kidding. Thanks for showing up, Theodore."

"Eh, don't mention it. I always gotta be there for my favorite gals in the world, right? Can't have them having panic attacks in the bedroom, neither."

He lifts you up gently and tosses you onto the shared mattress. Hazel, (who was comically standing there the entire time, watching with lovey dovey eyes), follows shortly after, flopping behind you and wrapping you in an embrace, giggling. Theodore follows last, laying his head in your lap, ears perched back onto his skull as you rake your fingers through his hair. His purring and Hazel's gentle touches are enough to send you into a state of unconsciousness.

You enjoy these small moments of vulnerability. If only every night was like this.

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@thatgirlgames your work is always amazing ♥

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Happy Valentine's Day 💋

[oldmanenjoyer]

I can see Pizzahead kind of backhanded complementing the farmer the first few times they interact, but the higher the heart level is with him the more genuine his complements. Idk he gives off the vibe of someone who’d struggle to bring himself down a level, certainly more to bring someone up to his. But unlike Pizzahead who built his empire out of spite and greed, the farmer whose slowly building their out of passion and love, it’s nice. It’s nice seeing his inventions which normally are meant to pulverize a certain Italian doing something as humble as herding slimes. And while it’s not putting his name in lights again, there’s enough of a sparkle in the farmer’s grin for him.

Oh I love this! So sweet!

I can see it as a change in the photo that appears whenever he talks. The first ones are large grins and rosy cheeks and scrunched eyes, it’s all too much, and sometimes he gives you a side eye that helps you know he’s being passive aggressive.

As the hearts grow, his face relaxes, and his smiles become softer. He obviously smitten, and very please when you like and find use in his inventions.

When you’re in a relationship, he’s back to big and bold, but there’s an obvious joy to it instead of barely contained rage

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Gimmi something angsty like I’ve been digging for that pt wise and I can’t find SQUAT

It started off somewhat normal, if you could call it that.

Stress over debt and bills and such had led to a bit of an episode for Peppino. You did your best to sit through it with him, giving him water and rubbing his back as you tried to get him to breathe with you. But then it wasn't so normal.

Suddenly, he was gripping his chest, dizzy and hardly able to sit up straight, much less stand. It scared you, so bad. You practically dragged the man onto his feet, rushing out to your car to drive him to the hospital (an ambulance bill would only send him into a worse fit, you were sure).

As you drive, Peppino did his best to reassure you through the pain in his chest and the breathlessness in his lungs. Sure, he was scared too, shitless even! But he saw you struggling not to cry while you were driving and suddenly he wanted to push all his worries aside to tend to you.

It wasn't possible, but he did squeeze your hand and smile at you, if strained. And it kinda helped. A little.

You weren't straight up sobbing when you both arrived at the hospital, at least.

The nurses didn't let you follow him into the examination rooms. You had to wait in the lobby with everyone else, other anxious people awaiting news of their loved ones. They watched you pace a hole into the tiles, a few even joined you, if only to help ease their own stress.

Did it help? Not for you, but the others, maybe.

When a nurse finally called your name, you raced after her. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest and also not beating at all. Worst case scenarios flew through your head, horror stories of heart attacks and the suffering left in their wake.

You fretted, hardly able to feel the hand of the nurse on your shoulder, and wondered how Peppino was going to continue if this was well and truly something dangerous. It made you feel dizzy to think about. He didn’t deserve that! Not after everything! And-

“Hey,” the nurse called, and you snapped back into reality, “it’s okay. It wasn’t a heart attack.”

It took a moment for the words to process. But once they did, a tidal wave of relief flooded your body. Tears streaked down your cheeks, and you sobbed to her, so grateful to her as though she was the one who saved Peppino from a nonexistent heart attack.

She chuckled, patting your shoulder as she led you along. “It’s alright. It was just a pretty severe panic attack. He was hyperventilating, and that’s what cause all the symptoms. You did right bringing him here, though. He could’ve fainted and hurt himself pretty bad if he was alone.”

You nodded along. “How is he?”

“He’s recovered. We’ve given him some meds to help him relax, but I’d look into professional help for the future.” She passed you a card with various names scribbled on it. “It could help prevent panic attacks like these, or at least make them less severe.”

You nodded again and pocketed the note. That would be dealt with later. For now, all you wanted to do was see Peppino and smother him in kisses.

The room he was in was dimly lit. Peppino himself was laid out on a bed, eyes closed and breathing slow. A heart monitor next to him beeped quietly not to disturb the tranquil atmosphere.

“He’s been asking for you a bunch.” The nurse whispered to you, as you stood and just took in the sight of him alive and well. “The whole time, really. He wanted you to be there very badly, but sadly he can’t really hold your hand while we’re doing tests.”

You walked forward, another vague nod of your head all you replied with. Your heart ached to think he wanted you there as much as you wanted to be there for him, but such wasn’t the thing to dwell on. Instead, you sat in the chair already pulled up to his bedside and picked up the hand connected to an IV.

“Peppino.” You called, voice hushed and low. He sighed, but turned towards you, brows furrowing. “You asleep, hon?”

It took a moment, but Peppino blinked his eyes open. He focused on you, and you smiled. He smiled too, big and goofy and no doubt pleased to see you.

“Hey,” you said, squeezing his hand, “welcome back.”

He murmured some stuff in Italian from deep in his chest. It was hard to hear, so you just leaned in and peppered the side of his face in kisses. He practically purred.

“Ti amo.” He sighed, and that you understood.

“I love you.” You whispered back.

And you continued to kiss on him until the nurse finally told you it was time to go.

[oldmanenjoyer]

I want me getting married by the puppet master from prodigy math

If you don't know who the puppet Master is I have ^image^

i'm sorry bud! i'm only writing for pizza tower and welcome home rn

he's cute! but sadly i don't play the game he's from so i wouldn't know what to write for him

sorry!

[oldmanenjoyer]

Hi it’s the Wally anon! Thank you for answering my question and I wanted to ask for a long request if you’re up for it:

Can you do a Wally x reader who has a secret identity of a supervillain with powers(you can choose the power)? When they are in their disguise, they are loud, bombastic and demanding (like a Disney villain). They don’t hurt anyone but they do often declare the neighbourhood as theirs, demands stuff from the neighbours and ruin major events when they don’t get their way. They even paint on the neighbour stuff to signify that something is theirs. When they are not in their disguise, they are nice, helpful and shy to cover their tracks and no one would guess their true identity. I like the idea of The neighbours talking together about how the villain( you can choose the supervillain name) is such a terrible person and how they plan to get them back while the culprit is helping them bake a pie while they rant. They would never know until the reader falls for Wally. They continue get closer to him and he falls for them as well until after a while, he finds out about their secret( you can choose how he finds out). He then confronts them in their disguised form as they kidnap his friends and he exposes them in secret and says he wouldn’t like to get closer to a bully and they start to go through a redemption arc. All of this is your choice. I’m just giving the form and I want to see it in your writing. I’m excited about it if you ok with taking it on.

No one in the Neighborhood truly understood you. Antagonist as you were, none of them seemed to get that in order to have balance, good needed to be compared to bad. How could you be happy without being sad first? You tried to show them, donned silly outfits and a mask to flock throughout the neighborhood and cause mayhem, truly terrible things that showed them how true happiness felt.

And it worked! Your displays of terror led to the neighborhood coming closer together. Julie and Frank would work together to fix decorations. Poppy and Howdy would remake ruined food. Barnaby and Eddie would call a truce long enough to fetch anything anybody needed. Sally would happily lead the entire gang along. And you? You'd find yourself working with Wally, at the behest of the others.

Seems your feelings weren't as hidden as you thought. But that's okay. None of them suspected you. Why would they? You were what Julie liked to call a shrinking violet. Too much attention had you cowing away from a group activity, no matter how fun. You blushed easily, held hands with everyone, you cried when the villain destroyed your work. You were the last suspect to be on the list.

So how did he figure you out?

Wally was too observant for his own good. His eyes bore into you like black holes, sucking in all the light around them.

You clutched the crumbled paper heart in your hands, ripping it in half.

"You're a bully." Wally said, matter of fact.

"I'm helping the neighborhood." You retorted, ignoring the hollowness in your chest. "Things are too. . . peaceful. Without drama, without a common enemy, you'd start hating one another!"

"No." Wally said with a shake of his head. "We wouldn't. Because we're friends. Friends trust each other." He glanced away, like he couldn't be bothered to look at you. It hurt more than it should. "I trusted you. I thought you trusted me."

You hiked your shoulders up. "The world-"

"The neighborhood loves you." Wally interrupted. He turned away fully now, and you get so mad. But who were you mad at? Him? The world? Yourself? You couldn't tell. "But you don't love the neighborhood, huh?" He walked away, and you stood amidst your destruction, unsatisfied with this result. "Goodnight, neighbor."

You cringed. Guess first name basis was lost.

As you were left alone, your emotions began to rise over you, strong waves ready to drown you in their intensity. The disappointment Wally showed somehow made all of your intentions seem. . . insignificant. You didn't feel justified anymore, even if you knew how things would turn out tomorrow. That is, if Wally didn't tattle on you.

You shook your head.

Maybe. . . maybe you should rethink some things. Maybe the neighborhood was due some peace from villains and drama. And maybe the neighbors, who were all so kind to you, deserved apologies. Sincere ones.

But that could be handled in the morning.

[oldmanenjoyer]

Peppino helping (Y/N) adapt to the outside world because they are one of Pizzahead's creations maybe even developing a small crush on them?

Have a good day/night

You've never been outside the tower. Everything inside, while similar, doesn't compare to the outside. None of it.

Peppino leads you by the hand, out into the endless world, not trapped in brick walls held up by John. The air feels fresh, the food Peppino makes looks. . . appetizing, if not a little like the others you lived with in the tower. It's all new, but it's all wonderful.

Peppino lets you stay with him, having bonded with you during his quest up the tower. He shows you so many things, when not having you help him in his restaurant. He introduces you to people, shows you movies and shows that aren't Noise-related. He takes you dancing, swimming, climbing.

You've never felt so free.

As you sit with Peppino on the roof of the pizzeria, watching the sunset (you're favorite part of the day), you slide your hand into his. Peppino jumps, head flushing a deep red, but he doesn't let you pull away. He grips your hand firmly.

"I'm-a glad you're free." He says. His palm is sweaty, but you don't mind.

"Me too." You whisper, resting your head on his shoulder.

Maybe you were wrong. Gazing up at Peppino's bashful expression, you find that you're favorite parts of the day are when you spend them with him. And judging by his stifled grin, you think he feels the same.

[oldmanenjoyer]

idk if ur requests are open so if theyre not you can ignore this! can we get a gn! reader x peppino fic whre they have this sort of rivalry type dynamic where they cant stand each other but thats just them coping with the fact that they’re suuuuper into each other😳 sorta like a “if you dont shut your mouth ill do it for ya” “do it” kinda thing

You are. . . too much.

Peppino can't bite his tongue around you, not when you're so good at making him so angry. You know his buttons and you slam them whenever you get the chance. So Peppino fights back, and then you, and then him. It's infuriating. But Peppino misses it when you're not around, because as angry as you make him, you're also so fun.

Peppino has never considered himself competitive. But you bring it out of him. He challenges you to cooking competitions, arm wrestling, any and everything he can, and you do the same.

"Ah, get out!" He throws his arms up, your laughter pissing him off and making him blush. "I've-a had enough of you!"

"Make me." You snort, grinning as Peppino stammers and stutters out something angry-sounding. "Daw, getting flustered?"

"If you don't-a shut your mouth, I'll-a do it for you!" He threatens, slamming his hands on the table.

You just smirk, leaning onto the counter and wrinkling your nose at him. "Do it, then."

You're too much. But as Peppino snags your collar, hauling you across the counter for a fiery kiss, he finds himself loving all too much of you.

[oldmanenjoyer]

Hello!

I wanted to say something when I came across this blog. I wanted to say that thank you so so so oh so much for these fantastic fanfics! I only knew about pizza tower like the last two weeks and i regret not looking at it sooner. I know I am late to the party but you give me such joy whenever I had a hard day of work.

I hope your day has been great and nothing but love! <3!!!!

Hello!

That’s very sweet of you to say! I’m glad you like my writing, though I know it takes forever for me to get around to it! I’ll try to post some more requests for you! Reading this has given me a boost of inspiration for some of the drafts I have going!

Thank you!

[oldmanenjoyer]

if it’s okay with you, i’d absolutely love a fic where peppino takes care of the reader while they’re on their period <3 i love all ur works sm

Seeing you down is something Peppino never enjoys. The pain you’re in makes him so upset, and he’s near desperate to try and soothe you however he can.

Pain medicine is regularly given. Peppino does his best to keep up with the correct times and dosage, but in his nervousness he can maybe give a bit too much too soon. Luckily it’s noticeable, and also easy to soothe you’re very apologetic lover.

Whatever you want to eat, Peppino busts his ass to make. You’ve never had food so delicious, and Peppino has never felt so proud of himself. Of course, this eagerness to make you only the best food leads to him overworking himself a bit. Luckily for you, this painful time means you’re very good at convincing him to come to you and relax.

You get so many cuddles. Peppino is as warm as he is soft, and his weight against you or on you is perfect for troublesome cramps. Peppino gets a little flustered being so close, but he can’t deny how nice it is to hold you. And the fact that it helps you only makes it better.

For however long it takes, Peppino is your knight in shining armor. He’s happy to help in whatever way he can, for as long as you need.