Things To Do With A Fictional CG!

Things to Do With a Fictional CG!

☀️ Make rules for yourself and pretend that they made them for you

☀️ Imagine the proud look on their face after you’ve completed an important task

☀️ Buy yourself something and pretend they got it for you

☀️ Make a playlist of music they would listen to with you (or videos they would watch with you)

☀️ Draw or write about them taking care of you

☀️ Make a bracelet with their name on it

☀️ Make headcanons about things they would do with you, nicknames they’d call you, etc

☀️ Just imagine them being with you

Some Affirmations <3

🍼 Having a fictional caregiver doesn’t make you less valid

🍼 Your caregiver loves you

🍼 Your caregiver will always accept you

🍼 Your caregiver will never feel ashamed of your regression

🍼 Having a fictional caregiver is better than having an irl one that treats you badly

Edit: I’m so happy this is helping so many people! You guys are free to give your own ideas and I can add them <3

✧*̥˚ "little guy" - little! pavitr prabhakar/cg! hobie brown *̥˚✧

✧.* first agere fic!! this one's requested by @stvrauri !!

✧.* summary: during the events of atsv, pav is feeling mega stressed out. it's only natural for him to regress. once hobie's finished with his own interdimensional watches, his first stop is pavitr's dimension. he doesn't expect to find that pavitr has regressed!!

✧.* wordcount: 2075 words. (big one!!!) contains a tiny bit of angst, hurt/comfort, cuddling, positive affirmations, cg finding out about their little's regression for the first time, spoilers for atsv.

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Pavitr was probably the most optimistic person out of the rest of his friends. Always the one comforting the others, yet he never appeared to be the one who needed comforting. Nobody could determine how Pavitr could possibly cope with the burdens that came with being Spider-Man. And Pavitr would never tell them.

Ever since Pavitr became the Spider-Man of his dimension, he was prone to having these... Episodes. He didn't know what else he could call them. Those times when everything felt too much, felt too big for him to handle. Where his mind went back to the times where things were simple, when he was little.

He'd always felt a little embarrassed of his episodes. He was the big, strong Pavitr Prabhakar, the Spider-Man of Mumbattan! How would everyone react if they knew his secret? He didn't know, and he didn't want to know. He kept that part of himself hidden, and he hid it pretty well. Well, not well enough, apparently.

It was the evening after the disaster in Mumbattan, where that dreaded black hole tore open in the center of the city. Pavitr had just returned home from his duties as Spider-Man, not even changed out of his suit yet, curled up in bed, yet unable to sleep. So many things were weighing him down. What would happen to his universe? What about Miles- How much trouble would Miles be in for helping him? What about Gwen? What about Hobie?

What about this? What about that? Those questions kept repeating in his head. It was only natural for him to slip into another episode. He took the pillow he was resting his head on, holding it close to his chest now. It was the closest thing he had to a stuffed animal. He wished he didn't get rid of his old plushies.

Pavitr felt more alone than ever, tears welling up in his eyes. He was unable to talk to anyone about his feelings, since most of the revolved around his life as Spider-Man. He wanted to see his friends again, but he knew he'd get in trouble if he saw them without Miguel's permission. He just wanted to know if everything would be alright in the end. He just wanted everything to be okay.

Meanwhile, in another universe, Hobie had just returned from the Spider Society. He'd never go back, considering the fact that he'd quit. He felt bad leaving for Miles on his own, but he had faith in him. Miles was smart, he'd surely figure things out on his own. Plus, Hobie was going to come back for him, anyway. He'd return to all of his friends in due time.

He emptied his pockets, the contents of which were the tech he'd stolen from Miguel's precious Spider Society. If his calculations were correct, he had just enough parts to finish his plan: Project Bootleg. If Miguel could make interdimensional travel watches, then Hobie can too. Just about a hundred times better, without all those pesky limitations that Miguel put in place.

He was finishing up a few things, soldering a few pieces to the last watch and ironing out some code. And finally- He'd done it. The last watch was complete! He tossed it into the bag he stored the rest of them in, slinging the bag over his shoulder. Initially, his first stop would be to pick up Gwen- But something told him that Pavitr should be the first. He probably wasn't holding up so well after what happened in Mumbattan, after all.

Hobie typed some coordinates into his own watch, watching as the portal opened in front of him. He stepped through, being taken into the swirling wormhole. His spider sense was tingling as he was closer and closer to Pavitr's dimension. Was something wrong with Pavitr? Maybe. Whatever it was, Hobie would be there to help.

Hobie had landed on the fire escape of Pavitr's apartment complex. Now all he had to do was find out which window led to his room. Hobie pulled his mask on over his head, before scaling up the wall of the building. He wasn't quite sure where exactly Pavitr's apartment was. Heck, he didn't even know if this was the right building. It had to be, considering the fact his spider sense had tingled as he approached a specific window.

Pavitr was still in his room, still cuddling his pillow like his life depended on it. Tears fell from eyes, though he barely made a sound. He was just waiting out this episode of his, though it was taking forever to pass. Suddenly, he heard the tapping of his window. He let go of the pillow, getting up to see what it was. He was surprised to find that it was...

"H- Hobie?" Pavitr asked, his voice coming out higher than he wanted it to.

Hobie motioned for Pavitr to open the window. Pavitr followed through with that request, as Hobie let himself inside.

"Been a little bit since-" Hobie started, but not finishing his sentence, when Pavitr hugged him tightly.

Even though Hobie expected Pavitr to be going through a lot right now, he didn't expect him to be this... Clingy. He didn't mind it, though. He wrapped his arms around him, running his fingers through his hair. 

"Missed me that much, Pav?" Hobie asked.

Pavitr nodded, his head still buried into Hobie's chest. Pavitr was acting different than Hobie was used to. That higher pitch in his voice when he said Hobie's name, the way he was so physically dependent on Hobie- Even the way he looked at him earlier seemed different. Childlike.

He'd heard of age regression before. He knew the signs. But he'd never seen Pavitr display any of them. While Hobie was still trying to determine how he didn't know sooner, Pavitr was starting to calm down. He wasn't crying anymore. He didn't even care if Hobie figured out about his episodes right now. He knew that out of all people, Hobie was the last one to ever judge him.

"Pav, did you-" Hobie asked, rewording his question, "Did you miss me?"

He was going to ask him if he'd regressed, but he wasn't sure if that would be a good idea. He didn't want to scare Pavitr, or make him panic. The last thing he wanted was to stress him out even more. So, he went along with it, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Missed you lots..." Pavitr mumbled in response.

Hobie smiled, "I missed you, too."

Of course, they'd both seen each other earlier that day. But, Hobie knew that Pavitr was in a vulnerable state, so it was no wonder that he missed him. Pavitr looked up at Hobie, his expression being one of worry.

"Did something- D-Did something bad happen...?" Pavitr asked, "Are you allowed to- To be here?"

"Everything's gonna be fine, love." Hobie assured him, "And I, well- I quit. Don't have to worry about asking for anybody's approval anymore."

Hobie showed off his watch, Pavitr observing it with curious eyes. Hobie must've made it himself, Pavitr assumed. He was still concerned about why Hobie had quit the Spider Society, though.

"Why'd you quit?" Pavitr asked.

"Miguel's system wasn't sitting right with me anymore. Never really sat right with me in the first place, to be fair." Hobie answered.

"Something real bad must've happened, then-" Pavitr worried further.

Hobie placed his hands on Pavitr's shoulders, bending down a bit to be eye-to-eye with him. He saw the worry in his eyes, he heard the way his voice wavered slightly. If Hobie had it his way, he'd make everything bad in the world go away. He'd sew that black hole in Mumbattan closed if he could, just so Pavitr didn't have to worry about a thing.

"I promise you, you've got nothing to worry about. Everything will be okay, even if it takes a bit. I'll take care of everything. And-" Hobie promised, "And I'll take care of you. Alright, little guy?"

"I'll take care of you". Those words meant the world to Pavitr right now. That's all he needed in these trying times, someone who'd look after him and make sure everything was okay, even if it was only for a little while. Pavitr nodded, his worries starting to fade.

"Okay... Okay." Pavitr responded.

Hobie smiled. He was better at this whole 'caregiver' thing than he thought he'd be. Pavitr was already starting to relax a little, and all Hobie had to do was say some positive affirmations. He knew it probably wouldn't be this easy in the future, but he was willing to take on any challenges that came with being a caregiver. As long as Pavitr was happy.

"You know... You can always come to me when you feel like this, love." Hobie offered, "You don't even have to say anything- Just come to me. Sound alright to you?"

Hobie didn't outright state anything about Pavitr's regression, but Pavitr knew what he meant. And he was very, very grateful to have someone like Hobie to take care of him. Of course, he accepted that offer.

"I will... Promise." Pavitr responded.

"Alright." Hobie added, "How about we sit for a bit, hm? Have a bit of a cuddle, maybe?"

As much as Hobie needed to round up the other Spider-People, he did have time to take care of Pavitr, even if it was only for a little bit. Plus, he wanted to make sure Pavitr was in the right headspace to help rescue Miles. Pavitr nodded again.

They were both sitting on Pavitr's bed now, Pavitr resting on Hobie's lap. Hobie held Pavitr close to his chest, playing with his hair with one hand while supporting the rest of his body with the other. They were both in their own little world, where nothing could possibly harm either of them. Not on Hobie's watch, that's for sure.

"There we go... Everything's okay now, little one." Hobie cooed, "I'm right here. I'm not leavin' anytime soon."

Hobie was rubbing Pavitr's back gently. Pavitr had felt more content with his regression than he'd ever felt before. The previous times he'd regressed, he always waited them out, without actually feeling any better. Now, he had someone to help all of those big, bad feelings go away for good.

Hobie was also in a very good mood. He found that taking care of Pavitr was just as comforting in its own way. Just knowing that Pavitr was in a safe space while he was little was enough for him. He wanted to protect him from the world, wanted to make any bad feelings he had disappear. He just wanted to be there for his little guy.

Hobie remembered his plan, Project Bootleg. His plan to save Miles. He knew he and Pavitr couldn't stay like this forever. And Pavitr still seemed to be regressed, too... So, he decided to approach the situation in a different way.

"Hey, Pav?" Hobie asked, "How's about we go an a little adventure?"

That seemed to get Pavitr's attention, "Adventure?"

"Mhm. An adventure." Hobie repeated, "How about we go find Miles?"

"Miles?" Pavitr asked, "Is he hiding?"

Hobie paused, "...Sure. He's playing hide and seek."

Pavitr tilted his head a little. He didn't know about what had gone on in the Spider Society after Hobie left. So, he just assumed that what Hobie was saying was true.

"And we're the seekers?" Pavitr questioned.

"That's right. So are the rest of our friends, love." Hobie answered, "Miles, he... He's too good at hiding. We've gotta get the rest of our friends to help us."

"Ohhh- Okay!" Pavitr replied, "Do we gotta go now...?"

Hobie nodded, "Mhm. But, it'll be fun. I promise."

Hobie felt a little guilty for sugar-coating the situation. But, Pavitr was little right now. He didn't want to worry Pavitr, not while he's like this. Hobie would tell Pavitr once he was big again. Hobie grabbed Pavitr's mask off of the nightstand by his bed, pulling it over Pavitr's head. He fixed Pavitr's hair a little, before putting his own mask on.

"You ready to go, Pavi?" Hobie asked.

Pavitr nodded, "Mhm!"

"Good." Hobie replied.

He took one of the watches from his bag, taking the one Pavitr was currently wearing off of his wrist. He switched it out for the one he made himself, before picking up Pavitr. He held him close to his chest, as if he was light as a feather. Pavitr was still clinging onto Hobie happily, while Hobie was punching a set of coordinates into his own watch. The familiar newspaperd portal opened in front of them.

"Let's go play some hide and seek, little guy." Hobie said, before carrying Pavitr into the portal with him.

. . .

Ello!! Can I request some headcanons of cg Hobie, please? If I can be specific, with a chubby and autistic little who struggles to fall asleep, if ik too specific, you can decline or just do it partially! :33

Hiii!! Of course I will try I hope you enjoy it!!

Caregiver!Hobie Brown headcanons!!

He loves to play his guitar with you (sometimes you put your ear defenders as it can get a bit loud for you but he tries not to be too loud all the time)

Hobie always sticks up for you if anyone is making fun of you and sings you a song to calm you down and gives you big hugs! (Then he takes you to a toy shop)

He loves to give you piggy back rides to the park and sometimes stops on the way to your favourite garden

He always tries to help you whenever you get too stressed like take you out of the house (either going to the museum or the toy shop to buy more pacifiers or stim toys)

Hobie made you a whole shelf where you can put all your pacifiers and stim toys there so you don’t lose them

He sometimes likes to make you plushies in his spare time and surprise you with them either on your birthday

Hobie always wants what is best for you and always wants to make you happy

Sometimes when you are bored, you and Hobie do some colouring and then maybe decorate some of your pacifiers with stickers

At night, Hobie likes to read you a book about the different animals and maybe sometimes takes you to the farm to see them in real life (a take lots of photos)

@aew-kun-age-regression

I've been feeling kinda down lately, but can I request some headcanons for Cg!Hobie with spiderman!regressor!minor!reader who's trying to get into punk culture but feels like they're copying him? im sorry if im way too specific :c

(can I be 🕸️anon, please?)

Of course 🕸️that's not too specific at all! I'm sorry it's taken me a minute to get to, but I hope you're feeling a little bit better :) And I hope this is okay!!

Given that he's Spider-Punk, he'd have immaculate music taste and once he gets to know you, shares it with you too! It's something you bond over, even if you're not exactly into the subculture just yet.

He casually recommends you some bands like the Bad Brains, or The Muslims, just because it's stuff he thinks you'd be interested in. You give 'em a listen and after just general interest, you find yourself falling deeper into the culture as a whole. It's not just about the music of course, so you delve a little deeper into what it actually is.

Once you do though, your kind of unsure of what it means to you. How to really immerse in it. So much of it resonates with you and you want your own perception of it, but you're not quite sure where to start. That doesn't mean you don't have a good example though! Hobie's a ton of inspiration.

I can imagine that when he finds out, he's nothing but supportive. Like, he gets genuinely excited, eyes lit up and everything. He has someone who's into the same thing he is? Hell, yeah he'd be into it. "Wait, really? Thas' amazin'! No, really. You think I'd lie to ya? Pfft no chance mate. I'm just excited we got somethin' in common!"

He'll try to hang out with you more often now that he knows you're both into the same thing! Not only is it something you can both talk about, but it brings you closer.

He doesn't mind at all if you take inspiration from him or "copy" him. He knows it's not the easiest to figure your way out with this sort of thing. He wants you to have your own thing, but he's cool with it either way. Even giving you some advice and especially helping you out whenever you need it.

Brings you to his shows and even teaches you how to play if you're interested! (Or if you play a different instrument, you play together) If music's something you bond over that is. If not, he finds other ways to share it with you/get into it.

Fuck societal and gender norms, you two do whatever you want. The more people who're just utterly confused, the better because hey, it's not their life!

And fuck capitalism too, in every way. You pirate, help out those who need it whenever you can regardless of their "status," and just do/be whatever you want. That's the whole point of it anyway, and Hobie couldn't be happier to do it with you.

And really, you both are like two peas in a pod. Different yeah, but always there for each other. You're friends! And being a part of the same subculture only brings you closer together. Even if you weren't, you'd still be close, but it's just nice to have that. Plus, Hobie's got someone else to relate to and he wouldn't trade that for anything 🖤

🕷🕸Little!Miles and Cg!Hobie headcanons🕸🕷

-Miles gets really shy about regressing. Like, really shy. He hides his gear very well in a bag under his bed.

-He doesn't have a lot of gear, it's just a baby pacifier he got from the corner store and a diy sippy cup made from a regular thermos and a silicon straw. But even though it's not a lot, he still feels the need to hide it.

-Miles' regression is mostly voluntary, but once he's in little space he can't exactly "snap out of it" quickly. He usually waits until he's alone at night on the weekends to regress, after patrol or a super villain fight.

-Miles tends to go non-speaking when in little space, in part because he doesn't like how he sounds when he's small. The way his voice cracks and goes up several octaves makes him feel even smaller and makes him afraid that someone will find out.

-The first time anyone found out that Miles regresses, it was Hobie and it was an accident. He'd stumbled in on Miles in the middle of the night and found him curled up in his bed, paci in mouth, watching baby sensory videos on his phone to help him calm down after a big fight.

-Hobie never really thought he'd be good at taking care of anyone, but he really enjoys being Miles' caregiver.

-Hobie calls Miles a whole assortment of nicknames, including "sunflower", "kiddo", "li'l man", and "love".

-Miles likes to color a lot when he's little. Hobie gets him a coloring book and assorted coloring supplies(he stole them but Miles doesn't need to know that).

-Hobie is not a perfect caregiver at first, but he learns quickly. He learns how to stand on the delicate balance of being caring and loving, and being patronizing. Thankfully, Miles is very forgiving.

-Hobie likes to carry Miles around. Miles is overjoyed to be carried.

-Once Hobie takes Miles out swinging while regressed. He loses Miles almost instantly though, and finds him thirty minutes later playing on a construction crane as if it's a jungle gym. Hobie makes a note to invest in one of those backpack-leashes.

-Hobie gets Miles more little gear, like a teether(shaped like Spider-Man's face, ironically) and a couple of board-back storybooks from a thrift store, and a box of bandaids with comic book characters on them.

-Miles loves gifts when he's little, but when he's big he panics a bit because he's getting more things related to his regression and its going to get harder to hide it all. He can't bring himself to refuse the gifts, though.

-Eventually, with Hobie's help, Miles tells Peter and Gwen(and Pav, on accident) about his regression. And suddenly he goes from being alone most of the time to almost always having a caregiver on call.

HOBIE BROWN

🕷️ stimboard / sensoryboard

🕸️ loud punk stims

🕷️ as a caregiver hobie would teach u 2 sew w patches ud make tgthr

or 4 the pets

🕷️ hobie would decorate collars w u

🕸️ sfw interactions only

🕷️ self indulgent, reqs open