AEW one shots

Peanut (Max Caster x Reader)

Requested on tumblr: Could you write something for Wheeler Yuta or Max Caster and a [female] reader who has a crush on them? It can be as fluffy and cute as necessary! Please and thank you 😋

Your right leg bounced as you sat in the chair a few rows above him, a nervous habit you had developed solely in his presence. The arena was still empty, only a few AEW crew members setting up the ring, you...and Max. He was scribbling down one of his raps, you assumed, and telling by his body language, he was starting to get frustrated. He verified your assumption by groaning loudly and overdramatically, throwing his head back and staring up at the ceiling.

Now was the time, you thought to yourself. Just go and talk to him, he's all by himself, and he needs to be cheered up. How bad could it possibly go? Very bad, obviously, but at least you'd tried then. You padded your thighs before getting out of your seat and walking down to stand next to him. "Hey Max. Are you okay? You seem a little stressed."
He shifted his gaze from the ceiling to you before holding out his two fingers for you. "Hey peanut."
You frowned at the nickname he had given you some months prior, but copied the gesture and scissored his fingers nonetheless. If this was the only way you'd ever get to touch him, then you wouldn't miss out on it.
"Why do you always call me that?"
"Because you remind me of one. What, don't like it?"
"Not a single bit." You crossed your arms in front of your chest. He just laughed and motioned for you to sit next to him.

"So what are you struggling with, Maxie?" You asked him again once you were seated, so close that occasionally, Max's and your knees would brush against each other.
"I just can't find the right words for this fucking rap. Nothing slaps the way I want it to."
You hummed a bit before answering. "Yeah, I know that feeling. Sometimes it's hard to say what you really want to get across."

He gave you a puzzled look. "When are you EVER at a loss of words, peanut?"
"Hey! I'm a shy girl!" You playfully slapped his shoulder.
"No, you're not.....or is it a guy that makes you so nervous you can't tell him you like him?!" Max had intended to mock you a bit, but when he saw your blushing face and the shock in your eyes, he knew he'd hit the mark. "Who is it? A wrestler? Do I know him?!"
"Shut up, Caster. Yes to both, but I ain't gonna tell you who. Everyone knows you can't keep your gossip girl mouth shut." You just couldn't tell him that it was in fact him who made you speechless most of the time. At least to a degree where he had no clue you had a major crush on him.
Max's smile faded as he listened to your reply. So there really was someone you liked. Damn, that guy must be a fucking moron if he wasn't falling for you.

"He'd be an idiot if he didn't like you back, Y/N. Everyone loves you."
"Do you?" You had no idea where you found the courage to ask him, and as soon as the words were spoken, you regretted having said anything.

He didn't answer, but just stared at you, which made everything even worse. You quickly stood up and tried to 'smoothly' get out of there, but it looked like you were running for your life. After a few steps, Max had caught up to you and held you by your wrist. "Really? You have a crush on me?"
You weakly nodded your head as you were, once more, at a loss of words in his presence.
He let out a sigh of relief before he lifted your chin to look in your eyes. "Y/N, you really got me here for a second. I thought I had to murder someone to get a chance with you." While saying that, his face moved closer and closer until his lips were brushing against yours. Right then, you captured them and passionately kissed him, pouring in all the emotion you'd tried to suppress until now. 
When you pulled apart, you retorted. "Max Caster, are you seriously trying to make murder sound sexy? Because, well, you just did."
He flashed you a lopsided grin. "Wanna know why I really call you peanut?"
You nodded eagerly, making him chuckle a bit.
"Well, for one, peanuts are fucking delicious and my absolute favorite. Plus, I mean, have you seen your body? You're so beautiful and curvy, like an hourglass...or a peanut."
"Awwww, that's actually really cute. You should have told me earlier. I thought you were calling me a Cellulite butt." You replied, blushing a little when he started laughing, before kissing him once more.

"Now peanut, I need your smartmouth attitude with that rap. Care to join?"

You laughed and went back to sit with him, pleased with the outcome of your talk. Now you're gonna show the man how to write a proper diss track.