#ajay bhandari x reader

[peonyblossom]

Ships I'll Write For

for reference :)

Pixelberry

Alpha

m!Channing Lowe x m!MC (Kalani Mochizuki)

America's Most Eligible

Carson Stewart x f!MC (Juliet James)

Blades of Light and Shadow

Nia Ellarious x f!human!MC (Iris of Riverbend)

Valax x f!human!MC (Iris of Riverbend)

Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury

Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury x m!elf!MC (Hades Nightbloom)

Bloodbound

Adrian Raines x Gaius Augustine

Dirty Little Secrets

m!Carpenter (Emmett King) x m!MC (Brooklyn Peters)

High School Story

Wes Porter x Ezra Mitchell

Payton Saunders x f!MC (Lola Williams)

Michael Harrison x nb!MC (Jamie Baxter)

Mia Warren x Katherine

Ajay Bhandari x m!MC (Matty Wright)

Hollywood U

Thomas Hunt x f/nb!MC (Jackie Winters)

Hot Couture

Marco Di Vincenzo x f!MC (Analise Moore)

Immortal Desires

m!Cas x m!Gabe x nb!MC (Reese O'Malley)

Lewyn Junius x m!OC (Jude Junius)

It Lives Anthology

Noah Marshall x m!MC (Harry Spear)

Noah Marshall x Connor Green

Connor Green x m!MC (Jesse Harrison)

Ava Cunningham x f!MC (Raven Adams)

Stacy Green x f!MC (Ivy Lovelace)

Imogen Wescott x f!MC (Fiona Vance)

Tom Sato x m!MC (River Vance)

Danni Asturias x f!MC (Merliah Vance)

Abel Flint x nb!MC (Ollie Bridgers)

Lincoln Aquino x nb!MC (Keagan Burke)

Amalia de León x nb!MC (Lottie Hamilton)

Jocelyn Wu x f!MC (Eleanor Wilkins) (slowburn)

Matthias McQuoid x m!OC (Ezra Wilkins)

Laws of Attraction

Gabe Ricci x Aislinn Tanaka x nb!MC (Sav Zarza)

Open Heart

Ethan Ramsey x m!MC (Sydney Valentine)

Ethan Ramsey x Tobias Carrick

Aurora Emery x Sienna Trinh

Queen B

Zoey Wade x f!MC (Quinn Hughes)

Ian Kingsley x f!MC (Quinn Hughes)

Untameable Anthology

m!Kit Jackson x m!MC (Jules Rojas)

Mandy Martinez x Ryder Wilson x m!MC (Barrett Kemp)

Gravity Falls

Stan Pines x Reader

Stan Pines x nb!OC (JD Willows)

Ford Pines x Fiddleford McGucket

Grey's Anatomy/Station 19

Mark Sloan x Jackson Avery x Lexi Grey

Mark Sloan x Jackson Avery

Meredith Grey x Derek Shepherd

Meredith Grey x Andy Herrera

Victoria Hughes x Lucas Ripley

Izzie Stevens x Denny Duquette

Ben Warren x Miranda Bailey

Cristina Yang x Teddy Altman

Maya Bishop x Carina DeLuca

[akp-1327]

nerves (ajay bhandari x reader)

Hello! I’ve been wanting to do a drabble for *the cutest ship* lately. I reached the point where the MC and LI become official in book 2 again (🥺)…so I couldn’t not write another scenario. This is a little different than my other works, but I still hope you like it! :)

Pairing: Ajay Bhandari x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Synopsis: Your nerves about wanting to make your relationship official with Ajay are absolutely maddening…but are they even necessary? 

(rewrite of Book 2 Ch. 15 diner scene!) (I also bet you know how this works already, but in case you don’t… Y/N = your first name. :)

Your foot tapped restlessly against the tile of the Golden Griddle floor, a stack of innocent-looking heart pancakes doused in a “healthy” amount of strawberry slices, strawberry syrup, and whip cream. It was almost like they had eyes and they stared straight into your soul. Or was it your overreacting nerves? You, in all honestly, couldn’t tell. You felt like you were being watched…by something.

When your twin encouraged you to make things official with Ajay, you never thought it’d be like this. Your head was filled with all the happy scenarios at first; he smiles at you with that adorable little smirk, he says yes, and then he kisses you breathless. It played on repeat in your head…all up until you got to the diner. That’s when the realistic thoughts came to your head and muted the happy ones.

What if he doesn’t want this? Am I being too straightforward? Are the pancakes too much? Oh my god, what if he hates strawberries? What if he hates the hearts? What if he has something going on? He’s going to hate something. Oh gosh, wait, do I have anything in my teeth?

The thoughts built and built as the clock ticked. You texted him about fifteen minutes ago - right before you ladled the pancake batter onto the griddle - and expected him to give a usual snarky response instead of him just leaving you on read a few minutes after. It was unlike him, so you hoped he had some form of reasoning.

You pushed your phone to the side and focused all your attention on inspecting yourself, starting at your tapping feet.

Shoes, check, you thought. Your eyes wandered up your legs, making sure nothing was loose, awkwardly tight, or out of the ordinary with your outfit that he’d notice. Okay-looking clothes, check.

The clock relentlessly kept ticking away. Fifteen minutes became twenty, twenty became thirty, then thirty almost became forty before there was a small chime that came from the direction of the entrance.

Your eyes snapped up and instantly softened at the sight of Ajay, his cheeks rosy and his glasses foggy. He was covered in snowflakes, his black hair seemingly full of dandruff (ewww, why was that your first thought?) and his black pea coat looking the same. He met your wandering eyes as he quickly shed his coat and hung it on the coat hanger next to the door. You quickly took a deep, reassuring breath as he hurried over. 

Now or never, you thought.

“Hey, Y/N,” Ajay breathed, sitting on the stool beside you. It squeaked and you jumped a bit. “Whoa, you okay?”

You rushed a nod before remembering the pancakes, your eyes flitting over to them. You slid the plate in front of him and watched the hint of a smirk tug at his lips.

“I made these for you! You…you do like strawberries, right?” You nervously asked, watching his eyes for any trace of distaste. Before you could whip the plate down the counter and start on another batch, he smiled gratefully.

“Love them,” He hummed, eyeing the pancakes thoughtfully, “these look delicious.”

You couldn’t hold back a smile (or a blush) when he looked over at you, his eyes adoring before they lost their sparkle in the next moment.

“I’m so sorry I was late. My car wasn’t starting, so I had to wait for my mom to get home and drive me.” Ajay sighed, his tone overflowing with disappointment. He averted his eyes from yours as an embarrassed flush of pink intensified the color of his chilled cheeks. You couldn’t help but silently let out a sigh of your own, but instead of it sounding upset, it was brimming with relief.

“No worries,” You smiled, poking his shoulder to make him smile again, “sorry that your pancakes are a little cold.”

He grinned at you. Full of happiness, full of life. It was beautiful, as it always had been. You never grew tired of his smile.

“You made them. I would enjoy them regardless,” Ajay quipped, bumping your upper arm with his elbow. You laughed as you watched him reach towards the fork, but then suddenly stop short. Nervous goosebumps shot through your entire body, hoping he didn’t change his mind about the strawberries or the pancakes or…or you.

“What’d you need to talk about? Your text sounded like an emergency.” Ajay asked, cocking his head to the side slightly in question. It was a normal thing he did, but right now…it just seemed more intense. More serious. More full of…something. Curiosity, maybe?

“Oh! Um, it…well…I, uh,” You stumbled, looking down at your hands, “I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a few weeks.”

Ajay visibly relaxed, sure, but he became more observant. You felt his eyes roam around you, scanning you for any bad sign or any wince.

“Oh, yeah?” He questioned, gesturing for you to continue. And so…you did.

“Yeah. So, well, I think we both know what’s been happening between us lately…” You felt your entire body heat to a temperature you never thought was humanly possible, “and I think it’s time we…kinda…fixed that. By…becoming official.”

Once you stopped blabbering, all you heard was silence. You were too damn nervous to look him in the eye, so you focused your gaze on the counter. That was before you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, prompting you to look at him. The air was swept right from your lungs when you saw the pure look of affection swirling in his light brown eyes.

“Hmm.” Ajay hummed, trying to sound stoic with a dorky smile on his face. He reached for your clasped hands in your lap and, despite how sweaty and gross they were, took them in his own. “You think so?”

The heat that was everywhere around your body started to become scorching at his question; no, wait, his snarky response. The one you were desperately missing earlier.

“Yep. You?” You chirped, the thought of him being on the same page as you easing your nerves…for good this time.

Ajay bit his bottom lip in a way that was so, so adorable that you couldn’t quell the sheepish giggle that escaped your throat.

“Yes,” Ajay breathed, smiling so brightly that you thought you could’ve gone blind. It was the happiest you’d ever seen him; his stern and apathetic director’s persona nowhere in sight. This was just raw and unfiltered Ajay; your Ajay.

“I’ve been waiting to ask you, but I was always so nervous that’d you say no. I thought I’d explode whenever I thought about it–” Ajay rambled mindlessly, his own nerves catching up with him. Before he could go any further or before you could chicken out, you screwed your eyes shut and eagerly pressed your lips to his, hoping your practice of kissing him over the past few months would come in handy. And, boy, did it. You knew you hit the nail on the head when you felt his soft lips against your own.

He let out a squeak of surprise before immediately melting into you, his hands loosening around yours to move up your forearms. You took the hint and moved your own to his lean shoulders, gently squeezing them before you laced your fingers into his velvet-like hair. His hands, you felt, ended up clasped at your waist. Before you could even comprehend it, he was pulling you closer; fast enough to make you stumble off your stool.

Air was scarce in your lungs when you finally pulled away, standing on your feet between his legs, your eyes still closed and forehead pressed against his.

“Whoa,” Ajay whispered, his voice as smooth as honey off his tongue, “that was…whoa.”

You hummed in agreement and finally opened your eyes to look at him. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him so…relaxed. This could only make you smile widely.

“Yes, yes it was,” You sighed softly, your tone thick with admiration, “boyfriend.”

Ajay gasped again, though this time, it was louder. His hands tightened on your waist and pulled you even closer to his body.

“Wait, say it again, but slower.” Ajay mumbled, his lips now an inch from your own, and you let out a breathy laugh.

“Boyyyfrie–.” You drawled quietly, though before you could finish, he was kissing you again. A little rougher this time, as if he didn’t get enough of you. Couldn’t get enough of you. Wouldn’t get enough of you.

His hands moved from your waist and up your cheeks, his thumbs brushing against the smooth skin of your cheeks in a way that made you swoon. It was something he’s done a bazillion-and-one times, but somehow, it felt like something new. Everything about this (and him) felt new.

Just after a few seconds of his lips crushing against your own, you were breathless. You pulled back to breathe and saw him smile, guessing your face reflected his when he had that soft look in his eye.

“Yep, this is definitely happening, mhmm,” Ajay laughed, the sound of his voice full of unbridled joy and wonder. “We’re really dating, Y/N. For real. Officially.”

You snickered, nodding your head playfully. “We really are!”

He basked in the sound of your laugh for a moment, gazing at you wondrously, before pressing a light kiss to the tip of your nose and reluctantly pulling away.

“Help me with these pancakes?” Ajay asked tenderly, watching you sigh.

“I made those for you, silly. Not for me.” You teased, wrapping your arms around his when he frowned slightly. “Get used to it, though. I’m going to spoil you rotten, boyfriend.”

“Not if I do first, my dear,” Ajay mocked teasingly, eliciting a fond laugh out of you. 

You pulled back and gestured for him to eat his pancakes as you sat back on your stool, watching each delighted reaction he had. It was enough to make your heart melt into a puddle of goo, but that was unimportant. What was important, however, was how you got to share this moment with him as his significant other. Officially.

[lovelahela]

ajay in chapter nine:

[retvenkos]

analysis // ajay bhandari

Drabble Choices: High School Story: Class Act - Ajay Bhandari x Reader, fluff Summary: He always seemed to be analyzing something. You hoped he wouldn’t look too deeply into your behavior. You wouldn’t know what to do if he found out about your feelings.

Didn’t a group analysis defeat the purpose of interpretations being relative to you? In defense of your English teacher, it made sense to give group projects, given the curriculum and the speed at which you had to finish your unit on Wuthering Heights, but something about it didn’t sit right with you.

Maybe it was because the kid next to you was arguing about the symbolism of the moors (you believed they were a metaphor for Catherine and Heathcliff’s relationship while he said they were clearly just being personified for reasons unrelated). Or maybe it was because your teacher was dead set on the analysis being delivered in video format (the worst, seeing as you couldn’t act). Or maybe, just maybe, it was because you couldn’t breathe, let alone focus,  when Ajay Bhandari spoke.

So, maybe you had a crush on the boy. How could you not? He was smart and dedicated and just enough of a nerd to appreciate your love for good literature. In Wuthering Heights, he thought deeply about the dichotomy between society and nature and appreciated the complexities of themes about the destructiveness in never changing love. In Frankenstein, he talked at length about what someone is born, and what they are forced to become. In The Picture of Dorian Gray, he delved into what a life of excess can do to a person. He threw his all into the books you adored, and he thought of them as complex entities, rather than just another assignment for English.

So yes, you appreciated Ajay’s critical eye and you enjoyed adding complexity to his comments during class discussions. It was probably because of how well the two of you worked together that your teacher assigned you both to the same group, but what the class failed to realize was that he was a lot more beautiful (and intimidating) up close, and it’s harder to collect your thoughts when they are about the boy in front of you, thoughts that have very little to do with the symbolic prisons that are created by the windows at Thrushcross Grange.

“Are you okay?” You blinked, and Ajay was staring at you concernedly. He was leaning in, just a little, and it was hard to ignore the proximity.

“I’m, uhh—” You cleared you throat  “—fine, actually. Just trying to think of another symbol.” You shuffled through your notes, hyper aware of his eyes on you. “Have we mentioned the repetition? It happens constantly, what with the names repeating, and actions coming around in the next generation as well.”

Ajay nodded at you, typing what you had mentioned, although he still look at you curiously, his eyes squinting almost imperceptibly. It gave you the urge to shift in your seat, but you instead just leafed through the book again, looking for nothing in particular.

He always seemed to be analyzing something. You hoped he wouldn’t look too deeply into your behavior. You wouldn’t know what to do if he found out about your feelings.

The rest of class was much the same, and at the end your teacher announced your next unit would be on Othello, to which Ajay beamed. You were careful to not stare too long, but you were certain one of the other students at your table rolled their eyes, muttering under their breath as though they had never done to same to some other stranger with bright eyes and rare but enchanting smiles.

After class, Ajay stopped you before you could disappear into the halls on your way to physics. He put his hand on your shoulder and you were pleasantly shocked at the gesture.

“Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, trying your best to calm the butterflies in your stomach.

He let go of you, but you could still feel the warmth from where his hand had been.

“You looked pretty excited for Othello,” you offered, hoping to change the subject just enough to where he didn’t look at you with a piercing gaze.

“I am - plays are my specialty.”

“Maybe you can teach me a thing or two during discussions.”

He breathed a laugh. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” You nodded and something in his gaze softened, his cheeks warming with a soft shade of pink. “But we can always meet up to talk about it.”

You couldn’t agree more.

[uzukamis]

have a scrap since i have 0 inspiration for ajay x mc rn

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EVER SINCE HE WAS young, Ajay assumed that sleep came easy to everyone— no matter the circumstances in which they lived. Of course, as he got older, he realized that it was simply an ignorant thought, as not one person was the same in this world. However, it wasn’t until he met you, or more so, it wasn’t until you spent the night with him that he discovered his lack in understanding of how to help someone who just couldn’t place their head on a pillow and be out within minutes.

This is why he was terribly confused when he was awoken at three in the morning to you shaking his shoulder, his comforter wrapped tightly around your arms as you loomed over his sleeping body that was sprawled over the couch.

“I can’t sleep.” You mumbled as you rubbed your eyes, an obvious sign of sleepiness.

“Why don’t you just—“ Ajay paused as he attempted to balance his glasses on his nose. “Why don’t you just lay down?”

Frowning, you sat on the floor in front of him, leaning your back against the cool coffee table behind you. Ajay felt his heart lurch at the dark bags sitting happily beneath your eyes. Leaning forward, he cupped your cheek, running his thumb back and forth over your smooth skin.

“I wanna lay with you.” You spoke softly as you leaned into his warm touch.

[lovelahela]

❛ love letters ❜ ─ hss: ca.

⇢ entry for choices march challenge ! ( @choicesmarchchallenge​ )

⇢ pairing: hss:ca LIs x reader

⇢ day: 6

⇢ prompt: love letters

⇢ genre: fluff, headcanon format

⇢ description: how the hss:ca LIs would write you love letters as secret admirers.

𝒂𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊

you bet your ass ajay would be a poetic little shit in his letters

he’d put a lot of effort into them

with neat and almost elegant handwriting

maybe even on a piece of parchment

he WOULD

you’d get them once a week, every friday, and a single rose petal in the envelope the letter was in

he wouldn’t want to be creepy so although they’re given a lot of thought, he keeps them short and sweet

since he can’t ask you out on a date considering he’s the director and you’re a lead in the play, he sticks to sending you these letters until you’re both free from your responsibilties

seriously he’s so cute i will cry

tries to subtly watch you read the letter each time to see your reaction

smiles like a little shit if you blush, extra points for if you smile

during the party after the play he hands you the last note personally all surprise bitch it’s me

could not stop laughing at your reaction

i would die for him

𝒔𝒌𝒚𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒍 

skye is a shy baby who at first would never have the courage to confess

so erin, knowing she likes you, encourages her to send little notes

“what, like a secret admirer? you’d have me stoop that low?”

but when she gets home she really thinks about it

and says whatever fuck it

she writes one-sentence letters on little sticky notes and doodles over the empty spaces

starts it off with “dear you” and ends it with “love, me”

oh my god she’s so cute protect her

she sticks it to the back of your favourite snack

since skye sits behind you in english class, she sneaks it into your backpack (knowing you always forgot to close it after getting your books out)

and she goes red in the face if she coincidentally catches you reading it and smiling like a FOOL and feels proud of herself a lil

eventually you catch her by turning around in your seat to talk to her just as she was slipping the note into your bag

the first thing skye thought was “if you stand really still she won’t see you”

accidentally initiates a staring contest

when she blinks you go (in the middle of class) HA i won and scare everyone

her soul transcended into heaven

i would die for her

𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒂 ( sorry for m!rory stans <3 )

rory isn’t shy OR avoiding confessing bc of the play

she’s just a Hopeless Romantic

she makes them rhyme and adds humour to them

writes in old english because Why Not

basically makes them look like a rom-com written by shakespeare

folds them and puts them in a lil gift box with some item that relates to whatever she wrote in the letter and has erin give it to you

she put a fucking lemon in there once

you couldn’t stop wheezing for the rest of the day

one thing rory prides in herself most is seeing you laugh at her letters

one day when you get home and go up to your room you find another one of them on your windowsill

you’re confused bc why didn’t erin give it to you this time?

so you read it, it’s funny, you get a good laugh, and then you turn over the note and it says “look up”

and you do

and there she is with the most shit-eating grin ever and a flower in her mouth

i would die for her

[lovelahela]

ajay: h--

me: