Old Friends Silver - Mad Maggie x fem!reader

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Maggie's POV

We got home at around 4pm only to discover and empty, messy apartment. I tutted to myself, staring at all the empty cans and food packaging. Wally really went all out for himself.

(y/n) was suffering from a major hangover, the whole drive home she clutched her head and begged me to slow down. She tried to sleep it off, but the movement of the car only made her worse. So, as soon as we got home, she barged straight into our bedroom, stripped down into her underwear and threw herself under the covers.

I slowly followed her, making sure Walter didn't leave anyone in the apartment while he was gone. Thankfully, I turned up empty, but I did spot a few hair ties that had been left around. I rolled my eyes, leave him alone for three bloody days.

Eventually, I walked into the bedroom. (y/n) was completely buried, I could only see the top of her head. She mumbled something about the light from the door, I laughed at her as I threw the duffel bag to the side. My hangover was only mild, I had a slight dizziness when I spun my head around but other than that, I was fine.

I hesitated for a second, staring at her. She giggled before pulling the covers back to reveal her face. She sat up, tucking her legs close to her chest so I could crawl over towards the wall. I smiled, kicking my boots off and climbing in. The motion made her groan, and she rest her forehead on her knees while I got myself sorted. She unravelled and buried herself under the duvet again, pressing her back against my chest.

"You alright?" I joked, she grumbled. I laughed before asking, "Do you... remember anything from last night?"

"Eh... bits and bobs." She whispered. I repeated 'bits and bobs' back to myself as she curled her legs up. She clearly wasn't interested in talking. I sighed as I tried to get some sleep.

"Mags?! You home?!" Walters voice rang through the apartment like a damn horn. I sighed as (y/n) squirmed a little bit, I didn't want to move and wake her up but Walters shouting was beating me to it. Our bedroom door burst open, (y/n) didn't react to it.

"Shut up." I whispered at him, he winced and ducked his head down as he walked into the bedroom.

"The trip go well then, eh?" He asked, gesturing to (y/n) curled up in my arms. I glared at him as he placed his hands on his hips.

"Tell you bout it after." I said, he tutted before glancing around the bedroom.

"We got a job." He mumbled, "Moving some guns through here... we gotta hand em over to IMC soldiers in an hour."

"Fuck off." I muttered, (y/n) moved again, I held my breath as she settled back down. Walter stared at us, curiosity plastered across his face. "IMC? And you accepted it?" I kept my voice low.

"Mags we need the pissing money." He reminded me, "We're so close to getting that house."

That house.

The house we've had our bloody eyes on ever since we moved here.

Shit.

I sighed and looked down at the top of her head, "Let me get sorted out..." I whispered. Walter nodded before leaving the bedroom, allowing me to have privacy while I unhooked myself from (y/n). She stirred but she was too deep in her sleep to feel me as I removed my arms from around her waist and under her head. She didn't move as I climbed out of the bed and grabbed my jacket from the floor, throwing it on as I followed Walt into the living room.

"The guns are here." He said, gesturing to the three black cases that sat on the coffee table.

"You went to get them?"