Random One-Shots

Max Russo (WOWP) x Reader

Statistically, This Shouldn't Work (But It Does)

Y/N wasn't sure how it happened.

One minute she was asking Max Russo if he knew where the textbooks were, and the next she was sitting on the floor of the Sub Station watching him duct-tape popsicle sticks to a blender.

"For science," he said.

"For what kind of science?" she asked.

He blinked. "Emotional science."

She didn't ask further.

She never did.

Because somehow—somehow—they were best friends now.
Her, a straight-A, logical, honor roll student.
Him, a walking cartoon in high tops.

Everyone at school was confused.
Everyone at home was panicking.

—

The Russo reactions

Alex:
"Wait. Wait wait wait. You mean to tell me that Max has a friend? Who's not imaginary? Or part raccoon?"

Justin:
Slow blink
"Well, statistically speaking, it had to happen to someone."

Theresa:
"She's so polite. I love her. She doesn't even flinch when he puts cheese in his cereal."

Jerry:
"At least she hasn't run screaming yet. That's growth."

—

It happened on a Tuesday.

Max had dragged Y/N into the wizard lair to show her his "invisible chair" spell. It didn't work. She fell. He laughed. She tackled him with a pillow.

He stopped laughing when she landed on top of him.

And then, suddenly, he was quiet.

For once.

She stared down at him, hair falling in her face.
He blinked up at her, unusually wide-eyed.

And something clicked.

"Oh no," Y/N whispered. "Do I like you?"

Max sat up slowly, dazed. "I was literally about to say the same thing. But with more pasta metaphors."

She blinked. "That tracks."

—

Later that night

Max wandered into the living room, where Alex and Justin were arguing about spell theory.

"Hey," he said. "Just a heads-up—I think I like Y/N."

Alex: drops wand "I—WHAT?"

Justin: looks up from a spellbook "That's it. I'm calling the universe. Something glitched."

Alex turned to him. "Does she know?"

Max nodded proudly. "Yeah. She might like me back."

Justin stared. "How?"

Max shrugged. "I dunno. I think I broke her brain. She's into it."

Alex whispered, "We need to study her."

—

Next day in the Sub Station

Y/N sat at the counter sipping a milkshake. Max slid into the seat next to her.

"So," she said, "you're weird."

He nodded. "Thank you."

"I think that's why I like you."

Max grinned. "You're weird too. You just hide it in normal clothes."

"Wow," she said. "Romantic."

He handed her a straw shaped like a duck. "It's how I flirt."

She smiled, shook her head, and took it.

In the background, Alex filmed them on her phone.

"For research," she muttered. "And possible blackmail."

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