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❤🔪💌 Yan!Peppino x Reader: A Slice of You

Y/N: Your Name
E/C: Eye Color
H/C: Hair Color
H/L: Hair Length
F/C: Fave Color

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭: Pizza Tower

𝐆𝐞𝐞𝐤'𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: T for "That's Not For the Faint of Heart, Bestie" (TW For: blood consumption (c@nnibalism), kidnapping, gore [GEEK GORE SCALE: 3/5, BLOOD AND VIOLENCE], drügging, stalking, and obsessive & possessive behaviour. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.)

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕕 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕆𝕍:

It was a slightly gloomy day, as grey clouds had dwindled and flown around in the pale blue sky that had shades of blue, orange, and yellow from the rising sun that gave a bright orange-yellow hue of light that had reflected upon Y/N's simmering E/C eyes as they rode their bike around the outskirts of their small town. They saw a place that they never remembered seeing before. It was some sort of pizzeria, the building was a cinder-block white with red accents, there was a sign that had a cartoon depiction of a man, 'ᴘᴇᴘᴘɪɴᴏ'ꜱ ᴘɪᴢᴢᴀ' the sign read in a bright crimson that grasped at Y/N's eyes. This place seemed interesting, as Y/N had never took any notes of this place within their long excursion of the little town they were moving into. They shrugged, maybe they can grab some grub and go get a new comic afterwards. They sauntered into the shop, slowly looking around, staggering subtle stares and glances at some of the scenery. It seemed well and nice, the furniture seemed vintage and rustic, an oddly pleasing aesthetic, the red and white checkered table cloth reminded Y/N of the pizzerias back home, the scent of fresh dough, tomato sauce, and all of the other miscellaneous ingredients tickled both Y/N's fancy, and their nose. Maybe this place will become a favorite of Y/N's.

There was a person up at the counter that Y/N did not recognize. The man seemed to be around in his mid or late 40's, his skin was a slight tan tone to the color of a peach, and he had a mustache, he was also a fair bit chubby as well. His head seemed to be covered in a pale white chef's hat, with some short wavy black hair coming from the sides of his head. He had worn a black shirt and what seemed to be a white tank-top with a few unnoticeable grease stains. His eyes had a glazed and tired look as he stared blankly at Y/N, his ebony pupils seemed to be fixated on them in a vacant manner, almost as if he were under some sort of mind control spell or something, but he also seemed nervous. The man was shaking a bit, despite the warmth of the room, he felt stone cold. It wasn't until Y/N had gotten closer to the counter that the man had been snapped out of his alert reverie. His eyes looked at Y/N, a sort of brightness would shine in his eyes while looking at them, as if Cupid's arrow had already struck him.

"Ah, a new customer! Welcome! Welcome to Peppino's Pizza!" The man said in a bright and charming tone, he had a slightly noticeable Italian accent that rang in Y/N's ears like a church bell, the mild anxiety in his tone spoke out to Y/N, he rarely got any business, and if anyone did come to his store, they probably did not treat this man all that politely. Maybe there was something more to his worrisome persona than Y/N thought. But, Y/N's train of thought was soon interrupted by the man's voice, "May I take your order?" the man asked. "Oh, uhm, yeah! Sorry, I just spaced out a bit." Y/N explained, moving some of their H/L, H/C hair out of their face. The man held a pencil and notepad, waiting for Y/N to take their order. Y/N was a simple person that wished to live a humble and easy life, so they got what they always got; A large stuffed crust pepperoni pizza. Soon enough, their pizza was ready. They looked at the man and smiled warmly, "Thank you, sir!" they spoke with a gleeful and bright tone. "Oh, please, do call me Peppino, you're bein' too kind!" the man spoke, as his face became a slight fuzz of pink. Y/N left, a light fuzz also on their face.

Y/N was walking home to their apartment, and they soon saw another man. His skin was pale, his hair was a curly auburn, his eyes shimmered a bright emerald green, and his smile could make anybody's heart melt. Y/N liked this man, no... Y/N loved this man. They walked up to him, and smiled in a soft and welcoming manner. "Hey, I'm Y/N." Y/N whispered softly. The man smiled back, shaking Y/N's hand. "Nice to meet ya, Y/N! I'm Christopher, but you can call me Chris!" the man introduced himself in a warm and charming way, his Scottish accent easily wrapped around Y/N's head, and repeated in their mind like a broken record. Chris... That name rang like a bell in Y/N's ears. It would have been a few weeks that Chris and Y/N would hang out and go to Peppino's Pizzeria, and soon Peppino would take note of this... Peppino did all that he can to try and get Y/N to notice his feelings for him through the weeks. He would give Y/N heart shaped pizzas that were 50% off, he would compliment Y/N on things such as their soft, H/L, H/C hair, or their bright and shimmering E/C eyes. But no matter what, Y/N would always come in with that auburn haired man, and that made Peppino's blood boil.