Peggysous One-Shots

Hiiiiiii

IT'S BEEN LIKE FOUR AND A HALF MONTHS BUT I AM BACK. WORSE THAN EVERRRRR. 

But seriously, life's been tough. Covids fucking sucks, school is the most stressful thing and everyone in my family is mad at me even though all I did was put a pride flag up in my room COZ IM FUCKING GAY. I mean I'm bi but thats beside the point. I'm sorry I went silent for a while. Things happened and things did stuff to my mental health and my mental health is shit now.

Anyway, yeah school just started up again and I wrote something up. It's short, not that good but I'm working on better stuff so this'll have to do for now. 

If you happen to be walking down the street on that one particular night, you'd hear music floating through the air.

You'd hear agents talking, their wifes giggling and a few important people talking in hushed voices. If you were to be lucky enough to be invited to the billionaire's party at his famous mansion, you'd see a crowd of people dance around the floor, drinking and dancing to the band's top volume. People laughed and talked without a care in the world, worries slipping their minds completely. The men drained their drinks while their girls whisked them to the dance floor.

You might see a blond man, already drunk out of his mind, trying to dazzle every woman he laid his eyes on. The flirts shoot back and forth between him and one particular girl.

Speaking of that girl, you might even see her around. A woman, no badge, but she was there anyway, talking to the guys like she was one of them. Challenging them to countless drinking contests, leaving all of them with half filled glasses while her empty one hits the table.

And of course, there was the famous billionaire, strolling around, winking to every woman he passed. The scent of alcohol drifted off his million dollar suit, money practically flooding out of the pockets.

But... if you were to step outside, the loud music would still flood through the doors. If you happened to walk down the stretch of grass and into the darkest corners, behind the billionaire's huge house, you would still be able to hear the mellifluous tune floating through the air.

If you're lucky, and very, very careful, you may see two agents, wrapped in each other's arms, softly swaying gently to the music silently. The man would have his chin perched on the shorter woman's wavy hair, a smile growing on his blushed face. The woman would have her head snuggled into the man's chest, indulging his warmth. The cold wind would float by them, but they wouldn't care. They would rather be cold with each other than warm apart.

If you managed to sneak close enough and avoid the couple's trained ears, you might hear the taller man telling the woman that he loved her. You might hear her say it back, the man's blush growing, hiding it in her shoulder.

Though; You wouldn't be able to see them press their lips together. Nobody would miss their scan of the garden. The caution of the couple would increase with every intimate move they made.

They would lose everything for the love they held. Despite their careers being on the line, they want nothing more than the world to know their love.

But they can't trust anyone.

Not even you...