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hobiebrownismygod · 7 months

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Oh my gor….reqs r open!!! Can i request pakistani reader x pavitr who just starts speaking urdu/hindi when shes angry? I feel like it would b pretty funny :3!

- from the raccoon anon 🦝

Ok, so I’m not Pakistani but I did ask some of my Pakistani friends how to write this reader, so I hope it’s accurate to your experiences, and if not pls let me know 💜

Pavitr Prabhakar x FemPakistani!Reader

Oneshot/Short Story

TW: Fluff, Urdu/Hindi with translations, Google translate was used a little :/, lots of dialogue, reader low-key has anger issues

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"Are you mad at me?"

"No." You tried your best to make your tone as cold as possible, but that was proving to be impossibly difficult when looking into the puppy dog eyes of the boy in front of you.

"Liar" Pavitr cocked his head to the side slightly, giving you a lopsided grin, his arms folded over his chest. He looked like he was on the verge of laughter, but he always looked like that, being the little ray of sunshine he was. You'd never see him with a frown on his face, which made your RBF even more noticeable when the two of you were together. "Why are you mad?"

"I'm not mad!" You replied, putting your hand up to his face and looking to the side. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing at his expression. He looked like a sad puppy. It was hard not to turn off your cold demeanor when you saw him like that, but then of course you had your reasons to be mad at him.

"Aww, don't be like that meri jaan" he teased, stepping out of the way of your hand and grinning that shit-eating grin. Nothing could ever falter his can-do attitude, not even your blatant refusal to tell him what was wrong.

"Arre, don't call me that!" You said, looking back at him with a scowl, putting your hands on your hips. You looked down for a second, hesitant to tell him your reasons. You didn't want to get mad at him, but that was proving difficult. "Fine! I am mad." You said angrily.

"Okay...why are you mad?"

"Why do you think I'm mad??"

He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets and smiling that golden-boy smile at you again. Infuriating. You scoffed, feeling your muscles tightening and your face heating up as you tried to keep yourself from blowing up at him.

"mein aap ko sambhaal nahi sakta (I can't handle you)"

"Just tell me why you're mad!" he said, his voice slightly whiny as he looked at you, his hands on his hips. "What'd I do?"

You groaned, smacking your forehead and glaring at him from behind your palm. "How can you not know?"

He smiled again, watching you, his eyes crinkling slightly. He's not even sorry. You thought to yourself, getting more and more annoyed by the second. "Just tell me what I did" He said, his tone a little softer this time.

You stumbled over your words for a moment, unable to get them out properly. A groan escaped your lips before you threw your hands up and started spewing the first sentences that came to your mind.

"aap hamesha masroof rehtay hain! (You're always busy!)"

"uh-huh"

"tum ab kabhi mere sath waqt nahi guzartay! (You never spend time with me anymore!)"

"yeah bu-"

"aap hamesha spiderman honay mein masroof rehtay hain! (You're always busy being Spider-man!)"

"I have t-"

"ham ek taveel arase se ek saath baahar nahin gae hain! (We havent' gone out together in a long time!)"

"but-"

"mat kaho lekin! (Don't say but!)" You cut him off, pointing your finger up at him, your voice slightly raised. He put his hands up in front of him defensively, his eyebrows raising slightly at the action. But he still had that stupid grin on his face, somehow enjoying watching you get angry.

"jb aap gausse men hote hain to aap sundr dikhte hain (You look pretty when you're angry)" He said, waggling his eyebrows at you. You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest again, but you couldn't help but smile slightly at this confession.

"Come on meri jaan...I'm sorry." You bit the inside of your cheek once again, looking up at him with a glare. You blinked, then sighed and chuckled, a soft exhale leaving your lips. His expression lit up as he watched you, giant smile returning. "...Does this mean you forgive me?" He asked excitedly, leaning in toward you slightly.

"Arre, back up." You said with an eye roll, leaning backwards, standing on the heels of your feet. "But I forgive you." You muttered, unable to suppress your slight smile. He gave you a wink and flashed that same golden smile.

"I knew you would"

A/N:

Meri Jaan - My life/My light

Arre - Hey!

Google translate was used, so if some of the translations are incorrect or incomplete, pls let me know and I'll change them! I hope this was to your liking, anon 💜 This was so fun to write!

Btw, I wrote reader's lines in Urdu and Pav's lines in Hindi, and since the languages are pretty similar I assumed they'd be able to understand each other. I also thought it would be more accurate for a Pakistani reader to speak Urdu while Pavitr canonically knows Hindi. So if you see any grammatical differences between their lines, thats why <3

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hobiebrownismygod · 7 months

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Pavitr Prabhakar x Indian!Reader (Platonic)

Got sick of there being no Indian!Reader fics with my favorite ATSV characters so I wrote one :D

Even though it says "Indian!Reader", anyone can read it and not really pay attention to the race of the reader. It doesn't really matter and since the fic doesn't have a plot, it won't disturb your understanding of the fic!

Summary: Meeting Pav and getting to explore Mumbattan with him! Reader feeling a little disconnected from their culture, but having a blast after visiting Mumbattan with him.

TW: Reader is established to be a spider person, Fluff, Not much of a plot just wanted to write something cute for my desi readers!

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You were walking through Spider Society HQ, a bit tired from the sleepless night you had and hoping to find some kind of distraction from the responsibilities of being a Spiderperson. Not really paying attention to your surroundings, you began to drift into a bit of a trance, walking along the path aimlessly, nodding at the Peters and Mjs who waved at you but lost in your thoughts as you tried to process the events of last night. Fighting your universe's version of the Sinister Six, coming back home with cuts and bruises, spending the night trying to clean them and cover them so your friends and family wouldn't see your wounds the next morning, being a Spider-person was difficult to handle. You just wished you had a distraction, something you could do, somewhere you could go to calm down and destimulate. HQ was nice and all, but it was so formal, what with the training and conditioning centers, and the boring food court.

"Arre, watch out!"

You felt a body collide with yours, sending the two of you stumbling backwards and crashing into a wall. "What the-"

"Oh no, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

You looked over woozily to see the boy who'd crashed into you, wearing his decorated Spider-suit, the colors practically blinding you as he approached and tried to give you a hand to help you get up. You took his hand, trying to shake the dizzy feeling from your head before you spoke. "Its alright. How did you even-"

The boy eagerly spoke before you could finish, his tone full of excitement. "Its my first day here, and I was trying take a self-tour of the HQ, but I think I was going too fast" He said, his voice and expression seeming slightly sheepish. "I'm Spider-man! And you?"

"Spider-woman. But you don't have to call me that. My name's Y/N."

"I'm Pavitr! But most call me Pav."

"Hey Pav. Where're you from?"

"Earth-50101! At least thats what Miguel told me. For us, its just Mumbattan!"

"Mumbattan?" The place sounded oddly familiar, as if you'd heard of it before. Wait..."Do you mean Mumbai?", you asked, a smile spreading across your face.

"I don't know what Mumbai is, but sure!"

"Oh man, its been forever since I've been to Mumbai! Its been forever since I've been to...well...India in general."

"Oh?" He sounded like he was thinking something over. "Well, would you like to see your Mumbai? Or a version of it at least?"

"What do you mean?" You asked, a little confused.

"Do you want to come to Mumbattan? You have a watch, right?" Pav looked down at your wrist excitedly, seeming happy to have made a friend at the Spider Society so quickly.

"Mumbattan huh? Well...uh..." You had to mull it over. I don't have anything else to do...besides I haven't had pani puri in so long...You should to yourself, the memories of street food in India flooding back to you. Oh how you missed the place. "I'm down."

About an hour later, you and Pav were swinging through Mumbattan, with him showing off the whole city to you, pointing out the different attractions, the nicer temples, and even his own favorites, like small shops and stalls which he said he often bought from.

"And over there, they have the best chaat in the whole of Mumbattan!"

You whipped your head to the side at the mention of chaat, the memory of the delicious snack coming back to you as the aroma made its way toward where you two were sitting. "Can we get some?"

Pav nodded his head and led you closer to the stall, still staying on the roofs of the buildings, swinging above the heads of the crowds in the area. There were more than a couple stalls, probably anywhere from 20 to 50 of them, the sights and smells practically flooding your senses. "Chaat or vada pav?"

"both. Both is good."

He laughed at your response and motioned for you to wait there while he grabbed some. You took the few minutes to take in the rest of the sight. Mumbattan was beautiful. Yes, it was crowded, but the people were just a part of its charm! There were miniature temples everywhere, with women in saris and men in dhotis entering and exiting them. It reminded you a lot of home, where you family was from. I mean, it technically was your home...just a much more futuristic version of it. But then of course, some things never change. The temples, the street food, the traffic, it was all practically the same.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Pav reappeared next to you, holding a paper plate with two different chaats in it. Papdi and samosa. Nice. He also brought vada pav, which he immediately started snacking on. "So...Indian Spider-man huh? Never thought I'd see the day"

"you're Indian too, correct?"

"eh, its not the same. You're like Indian Indian, I haven't even BEEN to India in ages."

"Well now you have, haven't you?" He said with a smile, nudging your shoulder. Damn this guy was optimistic. It was refreshing.

You chuckled at this. "Thanks for the food"

"Anytime! If you ever visit again, I'll bring you to even more stalls next time. We can get pani puri too!"

"Sounds perfect."

"Does this mean we're friends now?"

"Do you wanna be?"

"Yeah."

"Then we're friends. Us desi's gotta stick together, right?"

A/N

I didn't really know how to end it, so I kind of gave it a crappy ending, sorry for that. This fic didn't really have much of a plot, but I just really wanted to write something that was Indian/Desi reader related because despite there being a whole Indian spider-man, there's like zero fics where he encounters an Indian reader or an Indian oc! Hopefully this was readable and any and all feedback is appreciated!

I love Pav so much, I just wanna hug him and be his best friend 😭

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