Never Thought Id Make A Fucking Choices Fan Blog

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‘Sofia’s wedding dress looking like the ugly free option 😂🤣💩’

lmao can’t wait for the who wears leather jackets to sweep me off my feet ..

ooh! definitely!

here are a couple of my fave ajay writers 💖

@pixelburied

@directorajay

@studentdirectorajay

@toglidethroughlife

@runtimeregan

@queen-among-writers

@iloveajay

and an ajay x mc fanfic that i really loved ;fix me or conflict me

brownface/whitewashing is fucked up. lightening or darkening one character’s body so you can superimpose another character of a different ethnicity onto their face is fucked up. the race of a character, if they’re intended to be that way, isn’t for you to customise. painting someone—even if they are fictional—so that they look like they’re a different race for your entertainment has a long, complex, fucked up history that i won’t get into in one post but it’s something some of you really, really need to read up on. you lacking malicious intent doesn’t change the fact that it makes a lot of poc extremely uncomfortable.

(highly inspired by @mcxajay’s post)

Summary: Erin notices Ajay’s lockscreen is of MC. Teasing ensues.

Ajay glared at his homework in frustration, his head pounding as the numbers of the math equation in front of him bounced around in his brain.

“Ajay?” Erin questioned, and his head flew up, his brows furrowed. “What’s the time?”

“Don’t you have your own phone?” He mumbled, running his fingers through his thick, black hair before glancing back down at his homework.

“Yes, I do, actually, but it’s dead because I didn’t have time to go home after school and charge it.” Erin shot at him, a tone of accusation laced in her voice.

“Fine, fine.” He sighed, holding his hands up in surrender before touching the power button on his phone. “It’s 5:56.”

Turning off his phone, Ajay looked up, an expression of confusion passing over his tan face as he stared at Erin’s unmoving face, her browns eyes stuck on his phone. Snatching it off the table, he spoke hotly,

“What?”

Erin grinned, her eyes boring into his own.

“Is that (Y/N) as your lockscreen?”

Instantly, Ajay felt himself grow hot. A look of amusement passed over Erin’s face as she studied him.

“No.” He scoffed, whipping his head to the left, staring into the kitchen of the small coffee shop the pair were seated in. “Of course not, it’s my cousin.”

“Yeah?” Erin leaned back in her seat, her arms crossed over her chest as she attempted to make eye contact with the boy in front of her. “Well, I suppose you had better tell (Y/N) they’re a triplet, because that sure as hell looked exactly like them.”

Ajay’s eyes flashed angrily over to Erin’s own amused ones. He opened his mouth to speak, only to get a small grunt out before she interrupted him.

“It’s awfully funny, too, because that’s the same museum that I forced you two to visit during our tutoring session.”

Ajay huffed, and hunched over his homework, mumbling so quietly that it sounded like a squeak.

Erin leaned forward, tilting her head to the side as an attempt to make eye contact with his lowered head.

“What did you say?” Erin asked.

Lifting his head a little to meet her eyes, Ajay spoke,

“I said,” he paused, making sure she was listening, only bother to continue when she motioned with her hand. “That you’re right.”

Erin sat up straight, laughter escaping past her lips.

“I know I’m right, stupid.” She smirked. “I literally saw it.”

Glowering, Ajay closed his notebook, shoving in things in his bag before standing. As he began walking away, he paused, turning to face her once more.

“Don’t tell anyone.” He hissed, narrowing his eyes. “I only have it like that because of how- how utterly stupid they looked in that picture. That’s it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Erin brushed him off, a smile still planted on her face. “But you and I both know that if it was just for that reason, you wouldn’t have gotten so defensive.”

*just a silly little thing coz I’m excited to see them who would have thought 🤧

You struggle to keep your eyes open as you stare at the equations in front of you, the figures blurring together as your vision fades to black.

Bam!

You lift your head up on instinct, your eyes opening wide as your surroundings come back into view.

The diner. Your math homework. Your glass of milkshake on the side.

Ajay staring at you.

You straighten in your seat.

“Uhm.” You brush your hair from your face and hope you don’t look too horrible. “You don’t think anyone saw that, right?”

When Ajay agreed to study with you and Erin, he was probably hoping that Erin would be staying longer than she did and that he wouldn’t be left with you, an underclassman who was quite certainly even worse at math than he was.

You see him trying to hide a smile, covering it up by clearing his throat.

“Do you need help with your homework?” he asks, and you shake your head violently — you’re supposed to be helping him study ( … somehow), not the other way around.

But he locks eyes with you, insistent, and you end up nodding.

He pulls your homework from you, his brows furrowing as he studies the problem. “Hmm… if I remember correctly, it should go like this…”

He goes through your textbook a few times, checking if he’s got the concepts right (just to make sure, he says), before he explains the process to you, his voice growing more confident as he continues.

He has a small but proud smile on his face when he ends.

“Think you got that?”

“Yeah,” you beam back at him. “I think I do. Thanks, Ajay.”

You pull your homework back to yourself and watch him work on his practice test with renewed enthusiasm, a quiet confidence about him.

“Thanks again for helping me with my homework,” you tell him later as you both linger outside the diner, neither too eager to head home yet. “And uh, sorry I couldn’t be more help with yours.”

Ajay looks like he’s about to smirk but instead he breaks into a relaxed smile. “Don’t worry about it. I think helping you with your homework actually got me into the right headspace to do my practice set.”

“So does that mean you think you’ll be able to direct the play again?”

He smiles at the eagerness behind your tone.

“I don’t want to get too cocky,” he laughs, “but with Erin’s help and yours, I think I have a pretty good chance.”

You feel yourself smiling from ear to ear and you pull him into a tight hug, your excitement overflowing, and after a beat, Ajay relaxes into you, giving your shoulders a quick squeeze.

“Okay! I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you beam. “Same time, same place?”

He’s straight out grinning at you now, but for some reason, he can’t bring himself to stop, his heart fluttering at the sight of you so damn happy for him.