Old Friends Silver - Mad Maggie x fem!reader

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Maggie's POV

"So yeah..." I shrugged as I finished telling Walter about last night. His mouth hung open; he was leaning towards me with a look of absolute shock on his face. It was making me feel slightly self-conscious.

"So, you grabbed her ass and licked her tit? Damn Mags... proud of you." He gently punched my shoulder and I shuffled to the other side of the couch. "Next time, I won't scream when I come home."

"Yeah, course you fucking wont because I'll skin you alive if you do." I warned him as I anxiously glanced behind me. We didn't have much to do today, (y/n) had been laid off by Addy because we were moving soon- way to go Addy, ruining surprises. We had placed a stupid deposit down on a house two hours away from here, that house was the only reason we came up here in the first place. (y/n) hadn't really commented on it yet, probably because we hadn't been giving her much detail. I felt guilty about that, but I really wanted it to be a surprise for her.

"Can't believe you finally grew a pair of balls." Walter muttered to himself, a shot him a death glare before I heard shuffling coming from the bedroom. I shushed Walter and sent out a silent prayer that she hadn't heard me blabbering on about last night.

Walter shrugged and turned his attention back to the TV; he was watching last weeks Bone Cage fight... again. I gave him a weird look, he didn't notice, he was too enthralled in the TV. I tutted as I watched Big Man Fran body slam a smaller woman who I didn't bother to learn the name of. I smiled as Walter laughed, pointing and mumbling something to himself. I liked Bone Cage, sure. I wasn't its greatest fan- unlike Walter who could list off every single match, who won it and how much they won. However, it was a great bonding thing. We would go to matches almost every week; we had fun. Some of our greatest memories came from...

Oh my god.

Wait.

What if I took (y/n) to a Bone Cage match for our fourth date?

Am I a genius or am I a genius?

Walter finally looked at me and asked, "Why does your face look like that?"

"This is the face of Salvos smartest woman." I said as I stood up from the couch.

He laughed before saying, "God, I know you're about to do something dumb when you say that." I rolled my eyes before walking towards the bedroom. I felt a bottomless pit of anxiety form in my stomach- shit. We had done this three times now- three! And she still made me feel like this... like a child on the playground about to confess their love. She made me feel like things were the be all or end all. Like if she said no, then that was it, I was done. Everything just felt so... extreme sometimes. I loved her, so much, I think that's why it all feels so... much.

I pushed down my feelings before I opened the bedroom door, I caught a glimpse of her under the covers. She was almost completely buried. I laughed as I moved into the room, stepping over the piles of clothes that were forming. She poked her head out and squinted her eyes when she saw me.

"You alright?" I asked her, careful to keep my voice down so she wouldn't wake up angry. She groaned before rolling over and moving into my usual spot. I tutted, glancing at the shut curtains before I swallowed my pride even further, and climbed into the bed with her. I felt her laugh as my arm snaked around her waist, she turned around, so she was facing me, and she brought the duvet over my head.

I couldn't see her in the darkness, I could only feel her, "(y/n)? Why are we under here?" I asked with a smile.

"Mm, I'm tired." She mumbled before I felt her hairbrush against my face. She was close to me... Did she want me to kiss her again? I shook away that thought, focus Maggie, before we lose our nerve.