can we have some more smitten Piers, please?
ohohoho did you say grumbly BOYS who are SMITTEN? You mean my (rolls sleeves) SPECIALTY? Yes
~~
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?”
