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[honeyandhondewberries]

can we have some more smitten Piers, please?

ohohoho did you say grumbly BOYS who are SMITTEN? You mean my (rolls sleeves) SPECIALTY? Yes 

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Sugarloaf (PiersxReader)

What the hell was he doing, standing at your doorstep like some pathetic, heart-eyed moron.

He’d kill Raihan after this.

“C’mon,” Raihan had said. “All you gotta do is walk up, knock on the door, ask for some sugar, and bam! Instant falling-in-love. It’s adorable, trust me, it always works in the movies.”

“You’re an idiot,” Piers had replied.

And yet, here he was, doing just that. He didn’t even need sugar. He didn’t even use sugar, hardly ever, and he was pretty sure there was a bag of it hardened in his pantry anyway.

“This is stupid,” Piers muttered to himself, though he didn’t turn around. 

His knees twitched as he fought with himself on if he should forget all this and leave. He opened his fists just to close them, raised his arm to knock just to lower it again. He could go home, drink some coffee, finish that song he was working on. That song about you, but it’s not like you knew that. Maybe seeing you could offer some inspiration, as if he needed any more. You were half of everything he thought about, even enough for Marnie to notice, and, unfortunately, enough for Raihan to notice and give his unsolicited advice.

Then, before he decided, you opened the door. Piers’ heart thumped, skipped, like he was some lovestruck preteen, at the sight of you in your pajama bottoms and bedhead. Your eyes widened, then your nose crinkled just like it always did when you smiled at him. He’d save this image in his mind forever, you so sleepy and sweet, because this moment could be a song in itself.

“Hey Piers,” you said as you leaned against your doorjam, so calm and cool and casual. “Here I was, about to get the mail, and I get a Piers instead. This is a pleasant surprise, what’s up?”

For someone who wrote beautiful words and melodies for a living, you always had the habit of making him forget all of them. So, instead of something poetic, all Piers said was:

“Sugar.”

He could have died right then, that’d be fine. He could crawl underground, jump into the ocean, throw himself off the Route 7 bridge, just so he wouldn’t have to wait for your response as the seconds ticked by. Your brows pulled together.

“Um… honey?” you said in reply.

“No,” Piers said again. Arceus he’d kill Raihan for this. “I-I… Do you have sugar?”

“Yeah, why?” you asked. “Do you need some?”

“Yeah.”

“How much?”

His heart thumped. He didn’t think about that.

“Um,” Piers said. “One.”

You opened your mouth, but Piers cut you off.

“One cup, I mean,” he finished as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m… I’m making somethin’.”

“Oh, what are you making?” you asked, still so calm and collected.

Shit.

“Um,” Piers said again. What would Raihan say in a time like this? Something stupid, probably. “Sugar...loaf.”

Well that was definitely stupid.

Luckily, you didn’t seem to notice, and instead smiled that shiny smile that crinkled the corners of your eyes.

“I’ve never heard of that,” you said, because, well, it didn’t exist. “But sure, let me go get you some.”

You turned, waltzed away so simple in your little pajama bottoms, and Piers’ cheeks tinged pink at the sight of hips and legs and bare feet. He tore his gaze away and crossed his arms again, as if the harder he pressed against his chest, the slower his heart rate would be.

Could he ask you out? When you came back? How did people even do that? Dinner? Movies? Eat some sugarloaf with him? Augh, rubbish idea. 

He didn’t think much longer, because you were back with a baggie of one cup of sugar. You handed it to him, your fingers brushed his, and the contact was like a shock of electricity. Piers yanked the bag from your hands, but you didn’t find his motion strange.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

Again, his knees locked, then unlocked, as he stood at your front door. He could feel his face burning as his eyes unintentionally trailed down your frame again.

“Let me know how it tastes,” you said simply, and you motioned to say goodbye.

“You can make it with me,” Piers blurted before he could stop himself. “If you… if you want, later.”

And there was that smile again - that was the special one you had when you were a little embarrassed, not that Piers noticed the differences in your smiles. He hadn’t written a song about that, either.

“Sure, let me get changed first,” you said. “I’ll meet you at your house, maybe in an hour?”

“Yeah,” Piers said. “Yeah sounds good.”

Then you finally waved goodbye, closed your door, and again, Piers could have died right there.

As he slumped down your front steps, he smacked his forehead, and pulled out his phone to figure out what the hell sugarloaf could even be. A text from Raihan was waiting for him.

Get any sugar today? ;)

Piers didn’t take long to reply.

I hate you.