Random One-Shots

Max Russo (WOWP) x Reader - part 2

Extra Pickles and Maybe You

The wizard competition had ended.
The powers were sorted.
The dust had settled.

And somehow—Max Russo still had a sandwich shop.

"Guess I'm the real winner," he'd said, flipping a grilled cheese with the confidence of a man who nearly turned himself into one.

Alex was off chasing chaos with magic.
Justin was off teaching baby wizards how not to explode themselves.

And Max?

Max was here.

Running the Sub Station.

And Y/N was still by his side.

—

A Tuesday afternoon

"Order up!" Max yelled, sliding a tray across the counter.

Y/N grabbed it, smirking. "You wrote 'Y/N 💘' in mustard again."

He shrugged. "Art."

She rolled her eyes, setting it on the table. "You know that only works when it's not on a tuna melt."

He grinned. "Romance is messy."

"You are so lucky I like you."

"Wait, like me how?"

She paused, holding eye contact a second too long.

"...You know how."

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Later that night — Lights down, store closed

They were in the back, cleaning up.

Well—Y/N was cleaning up.
Max was sitting on the counter, spinning a spoon in his hand like it might grant him wisdom.

"I still can't believe you stayed," he said suddenly.

"Huh?"

"After the competition. After I didn't get the powers. After I... turned a mop into a dog that one time and then accidentally let it walk into traffic."

Y/N laughed. "I stayed because of all of that."

He blinked. "So... the chaos?"

"No. You, Max."

His smile faltered into something quieter.

"You've always been weird. But you've also always been good."

He looked at her for a long second.

"You've always been... you," she finished.

He slid off the counter. "You know what sucks?"

"What?"

"I've liked you since before I knew how to spell 'affection.'"

"That's impressive," she said. "You still don't spell it right."

He stepped closer.

"So you like me."

"I do."

"Like... like-like."

"Yes, Max."

He blinked. "Okay. Just confirming."

Then—very suddenly—he kissed her.

It wasn't smooth.
It wasn't TV-perfect.
But it was them.
Slightly offbeat. A little too enthusiastic.

And still... just right.

—

The next morning

Alex walked in, blinked at the two of them sharing a muffin behind the counter.

"WTF."

Justin entered behind her, paused, stared.

"...I'm choosing to pretend I didn't see this."

Theresa just smiled, looked at Jerry, and whispered,
"Well, at least one of our kids found someone who can handle the weird."

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