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Sex Education Season 4 Emma Mackey as Maeve Wiley

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@maxhayashi16: asked wardo who this lady was in the framed photo he has in his actual home and he told me it was his sister who died and i was like omg i’m SO sorry and tried to relate with my own dead parents but then lou told me she’s from a tv show wtf

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@maxhayashi16: @scottycarterauthor idk you tell me i think we all need clarification on that actually

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laura and wardo i’m stealing your men

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sam and wardo i’m stealing your men

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stole some men omg

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@maxhayashi16: @ivy.rogers babe i fucked up

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laura and wardo i’m stealing your men

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sam and wardo i’m stealing your men

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stole some men omg

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laura and wardo i’m stealing your men

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sam and wardo i’m stealing your men

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stole some men omg

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Got all dressed up for my kiddos big competition today! So proud of them all!

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@maxhayashi16: FRAME IT

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meeting my friends for coffee wow i sure hope i can find them in this busy crowded city 🙄🙄

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Max had never thought of himself as having celebrity status. Sure, for hockey fans, they knew him and his face had ended up on a trading card or two, but he wasn’t a household name. There were far superior athletes than Max, who’d been out of the game for a while now. Lewis Hamilton and Michael Jordan, those were big time names. Even in the world of hockey, people thought about Gretsky and Crosby before they entertained the name Hayashi, and when they did, he was confident that they’d picture his smiling younger brother instead of him.

None of this was anything that was ever a problem to him, just something he’d considered when it became clear to him that a semi-unknown retired sportsman like him had somehow ended up on Dierks Foland’s radar.

Unfortunately, Dierks was a man that did have celebrity status. Hollywood knew who he was and so did anyone who had access to trashy tabloid magazines. Max didn’t think that the man was particularly deserving of his fame, but he had it anyway. That was never in contention. To realise that a man who’d starred in superhero movies and made a name for himself fighting Nazis on screen knew who he was, should have been intimidating for a Frisco born guy like him. Instead, he was just vaguely apathetic. He wished it was Lo Fields instead.

Still, at least he knew that Dierks Foland’s awareness of him could just be used to piss the other man off. Especially when Max kissed the man’s ex-girlfriend right in front of him.

Max huffed out a laugh against Ivy’s mouth, their breath mingling together as they heard Dierks’ glass shatter. He pressed a quick, chaste peck to her lips with a smile.

“The whole damn crockery cupboard, baby,” he muttered, about to back up, convinced that his work was done.

Ivy, however, had other ideas.

“Shit, yeah, this works too,” Max mumbled in surprise when Ivy pulled him back in, their kiss a lot more heated this time. He let out a small noise of approval as he caught her bottom lip between his, feeling her tongue trace the upper line of his mouth before he granted her access. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss further and, absently, he knew that they were making too much of a show. At least for a public setting. But Max hardly cared about that. Ivy was kissing him, really kissing him, for the first time in so long. He didn’t think he’d give that up for anything.

He felt her hand at the back of his neck, her teeth biting lightly at his lower lip. It took everything in him not to moan aloud in the middle of the little diner. 

With his breathing coming out in a heavy pant, he could hear the blood thundering in his ears. Sadly, it wasn’t enough to block out the sound of a pretend super-soldier clearing his throat and whining.

“Ohhhh my god, you’re so annoying,” Max said, casting his eyes up to the heavens as he forced himself to pull back, visibly annoyed.

Leaning back in the booth, he finally glanced at Dierks. Not that the other man was looking at him. He was far too interested in Ivy, looking at her in a way that made Max’s stomach turn. He sat up a little straighter, noticing with a feeble hint of defeat that the other man was taller than him. That wasn’t the kind of thing that had ever bothered him before, but he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t feel a little bit disgruntled right now.

Still, if height was the only thing Dierks had on him, Max could make his peace with that.

“Nunnery’s down that way, pal,” he remarked, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. He looked back at Ivy, raising an eyebrow in a silent question: You good?

“Yeah, baby, something better than babe,” Ivy found herself whispering, surprising herself. 

There was something intimate about the way she’d found herself uttering the word, a secret just for the two of them, something that Dierks couldn’t get his filthy paws on. Even if the rest of their evening was a show for him, some petty attempt at karmic justice, she and Max would always have baby. 

She scanned Max’s gaze for even the faintest hint that he might disapprove, that he might be uncomfortable with her plan. As prone as she was to dodging her feelings, and as perfectly content as Max seemed to be at waiting for her, she still didn’t want to hurt him. As much as she lied to herself, she liked him. Really fucking liked him. Hell, maybe some days she wondered if she more than liked him, but either way she hated to think he could be hurting and that she could be the cause of it. But the look on his face right now was confident, comfortably so, and he seemed more than happy to go along with her little game. 

Laughter spilled from Ivy’s lips as Max insisted they’d been on a date the entire time. He was probably right. She rolled her eyes affectionately at him, crinkling her nose in playful disapproval. Who was she to argue that? This weekend had left her the happiest she’d been in years, so maybe going on a date with Max Hayashi wasn’t so bad. Maybe going on several dates with Max was exactly what she needed. 

The press of his lips to hers was fleeting, almost too pure in its intent, but still enough to send Ivy’s heart careening in her chest. It had been so long since she’d allowed herself the luxury of a kiss from Max Hayashi, and the barest brush of his mouth against her was enough to remind her of how right he felt. Her mind flashed with memories of the two of them tripping and stumbling into his bed, night after night, his tongue chasing hers as his fingers fumbled with the button of her jeans, her own steady against his biceps. The only thing to break her from the bliss of that thought was the sound of Dierks’ glass exploding somewhere over Max’s shoulders, the delighted look on her friend’s face reward enough for what they were doing. 

“You think we could go for gold and see if we can throw a plate into the mix too?” Ivy teased, a mischevous glint in her eyes. 

Then, without even the barest thought of Dierks fucking Foland, she lifted a hand to grasp the back of Max’s head, pulling him back in towards her from across the table. Sighing happily, her tongue darted out to part his lips, this time with far more meaning, hoping against all hope that he’d recognise just how desperately she wanted him in this second, needier kiss. A moan caught in the back of her throat, muffled as her knee bumped against his under the table, her fingers tickling the hairs at the back of his neck.  

She laughed prettily as she paused for breath, nipping at his lower lip before drawing it harder, harsher between her teeth. 

Somewhere to the left of her, someone cleared their throat. 

“This is a family diner, you know. If you’re planning to act like a common whore, you might wanna do it somewhere else,” Dierks Foland’s voice sounded beside them. 

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@storyseekers event 17: art in books

— how can one place - come to mean so much?

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@maxhayashi16: AND I CRIED AND MY TEARS WERE DARTINELLI

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“I give you my heart,

a safe house.

I give you promises other than

milk, honey, liberty.

I assume you will always

be a free man with a dream.

In america.”

- Essex Hemphill

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Atta girl.

I could get on board with that. Although, I wouldn't really call it settling. C'mere, dummy.

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Kinda involves you on your back. Admittedly, I'm a little freaked out about pro-creation right now, so maybe we should just settle for my head between your legs.

Oh yeah? Tell me more.

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I can think of a few different ways to boost your ego.

You're so annoying. Can we boost my ego now? My pride's taking a real hit here, stud.

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Oh, trust me slick, I know.

I may be a liar and a mess but there has actually never been a time that I've known you where I haven't had the raging horn for you. Just fyi.

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You managed it before. Even though I know you had the raging horn for me back then too.

I might never look your Aunt Cass in the eye ever again, by the way.

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it's why she keeps buying me condoms.

Do you tell Aunt Cass about everything I do? 'Cause that might mark some of my favourite things to do to you strictly off limits...

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I'm telling Aunt Cass you called me stupid, stupid.

You're literally so stupid.