#small-tober2025

[littlebabyself]

2025 october writing challenge!

i didnt see any prompt lists i personally liked so i thought id make my very own and share it with everyone!

theres no rules other than no sexual stories!

hope u all enjoy (,,>﹏<,,)

( use the tag #small-tober2025 if you wanna participate!!)

-fun fact! my birthday is october 15th!

-fun fact! fall is my FAVORITE season!

[star-born]

Doing day 6 of smalltober early- broken crayons

Husk is cleaning out the arts and crafts supplies like Charlie told him to do, when he notices all of the broken crayons in the crayon bin were gone. Not replaced, just…gone.

That was a bit odd and made him raise an eyebrow, but maybe someone had planned on putting in new ones later or forgot to replace them. In the end, it wasn’t really his business to make a fuss about, so he left it be, not even finding it worthwhile to mention it to anyone.

When mere minutes after a crayon breaks it disappears, Husk begins to become interested. It doesn’t make much sense to him for someone to just want broken crayons, but it’s not the absolute weirdest thing he’s ever heard of.

But he can't keep himself from wondering what the fuck is going on.

Husk is walking into the room where Charlie keeps the art supplies when he notices a little Vaggie holding a small handful of broken crayons. Vaggie makes a little surprised noise, looking like she's getting ready to bolt out of the room, as if she's been caught in some horrible crime.

“Woah, hey kid-” Husk said, gently taking her arm- enough to stop her for now, but not enough to restrain her if she does decide she still wants to run. “What are you doing?”

Vaggie looks up at him like a kicked puppy, and he smiles gently. “You're not in trouble, bug. What's happening, huh? What's all this for?”

“Me and Niffty collecting,” Vaggie murmurs.Husk hums at that.

“Is there a reason for that, or?...”

Vaggie blinks up at him. “Cause no one likes to use them, ‘sides Niffty.”

“And you've been doing all this?” Husk asks.

“Mhm.” Husk hums in acknowledgement.

Yeah, it made sense for Niffty to want the broken crayons, especially if she was regressed as well. Really, he didn't know what else he expected.

[h0ppy1v0]

Small-Tober Day 14: Caramel

Patton wasn't typically a bad kid, but give him enough sugar and he won't care. This is why everyone avoided giving him sugar, even Remus; make that mistake once and anyone'll learn. So, how he got a caramel latte was a mystery and a code red.

"Patton! Come back here now!" Janus screamed, finally cracking and getting angry. All she got in response was giggling, which pissed her off more. Patton, hearing the screaming, turned into an actual child and crawled into the vent, slowly spilling the latte but his clothes getting sticky wasn't the priority. He kept crawling until he heard something approaching him quickly, making him try to crawl backwards but his little body was not cooperating. The thing got faster and faster until it stopped in front of him. Patton looked only to realize it was Remus.

"Hi cutie!" "Hi ee!" "Kinda cramped in here, eh?" Patton nodded but looked behind himself and then whispered "Mama gonna kill me." "Pfft, Jan won't kill ya! If you died, she'd commit-" Remus covered his mouth harshly, making Patton look at him confused. "She'd commit... War crimes! She would never want you gone!" Patton still didn't wanna leave the vents so Remus went to plan C, stay with Pat until he could drag him out. Remus pulled out a deck of cards and passed out 7 to himself and 7 to Patton. "Got any 4s?" Thankfully, the game wasn't long since that sugar high came crashing down HARD. Patton could barely stay awake, and once he fully set down the latte Remus gently held his wrist and warped them both to the sides living room.

The others were waiting and once they saw Patton sighed in relief. "Thank god." Janus gently took the kiddo and held him against her chest making his head rest on her shoulder. "Did you really leave my drink in the vents?" Virgil said slightly annoyed, but everyone just deadpanned at him. "That was your drink?" "Yeah, yeah. Not very edgy, I know." Janus put a hand on his shoulder and smiled at him with a creepily calm smile. "I don't give a shit that it's not edgy, I care that you let a 4-year-old steal it from you." Virgil knew he didn't have a great defense and just rubbed the back of his neck. Yeah he's not hearing the end of it for awhile

[cassiessafespace]

⭐ Small-tober day 16- Plaid ⭐

notes; i said i'd try and participate so here i am!! For this one I wrote cg Angel Dust and regressor Husk (they're my everything) from Hazbin Hotel so reminder that that show isn't kid friendly, but this drabble is!! Hope you guys enjoy <3

Also on AO3!

Over the two months that Angel's been caring for Husk when he regresses, he's become a lot more comfortable. At the beginning, Husk was nervous, quiet all the time, scared of Angel deciding this was too weird. They've both come a long way since then. Husk isn't scared to be a little challenging anymore and Angel knows how to deal with it when he is.

And they're getting married! So that's great. It comforts Husk that Angel obviously can't find it that weird, otherwise he wouldn't want to marry him.

Often, Husk finds that Angel's acting more childish than he is, even though he's the one regressed. Through taking care of Husk, Angel gets to heal his inner child. It's not a one way thing.

With Husk being comfortable comes difficulty, though.

“C'mon, kitty.” Angel attempts to wrestle Husk back towards the bed for the thousandth time that night. Every time Husk spots something that is a lot more interesting than the new matching pajamas Angel bought for them, and it goes wrong from there. “At least lemme get some pants on ya. Ya can't be walkin’ round like a wild animal.”

Husk huffs. The duplo block he'd found makes its way to his mouth, and he offers a long-suffering sigh when Angel takes it off him. Husk's headspace is young- younger than even he thought it would be- meaning most things go straight in his mouth. He's curious, okay? Angel always takes them away and he can never understand why.

“Just say you hate the clothes I got ya.” Angel says, but he's obviously teasing. He's quick to help Husk into the plaid trousers he bought him (red and black, Husk's favourite) while he's got him contained.

Even though Husk knows he's joking, he shakes his head. He's a little wobbly as his feet get eased off of the ground one by one, one paw going to hold on Angel's shoulder to steady himself. “Don't.” He protests.

He's always a little insecure about his voice. Deep and gruff doesn't exactly fit his whole toddler headspace when he's like this, but it's not like Husk's going to force it all high pitched. That would just make him feel more weird. Speech isn't something regressed Husk does a whole lot; it's easier to just avoid it altogether. Angel can read his non verbal cues well enough anyway. Most of the time.

Angel tightens the strings around Husk's waist. “Oh, ya don't, do ya?” He smiles. He leans back to admire his fiancé in all his wriggly, tired glory, now shirtless in just the plaid trousers. Cute. Husk blushes. “Top, or you goin’ shirtless tonight, handsome?”

Husk's blush deepens and he turns his head away slightly. This is one of the few times when he's grateful for his fur- it dampens the blush. “No top.” He tells Angel, which is hardly surprising. He's got a strange disliking for clothes when he's regressed.

Unsurprisingly, Angel goes with it. There's not much else he can do when Husk's got his mind set on something.

Now they're both in the pajamas, (well, Husk in the trousers) and Husk takes a moment to appreciate Angel. He hadn't noticed how the red in Angel's pink and red plaid matches Husk's perfectly, how they're obviously meant to be a matching set. Adult Husk is definitely going to appreciate this a lot more. Even when he pretends he doesn't.

“You ready for movie marathon, whiskers?” Angel asks, and Husk doesn't know when his fiancé settled on the bed in the little nest of blankets and pillows they gathered but he obviously did. And the movie marathon! Despite his grumpy exterior, Husk's excited. “C'mere.”

Angel lifts an arm and Husk slots himself into the space there, beside him, back lent against the pillows propped against the headboard. All the films they've picked are obviously child friendly; Finding Nemo followed by Rapunzel (Angel's choice) and something about dogs that Husk doesn't remember the name of. None of them are films he's seen before. Why would he have ever indulged in child cartoons?

Husk's childhood wasn't bad, it just wasn't much of being a child, either. He had to grow up fast for reasons he doesn't like to think about. Simple stuff like playing tea parties and watching cartoons isn't something he got much of. That's probably why he's so shockingly bad at playing now.

He is excited, though. Angel switches Finding Nemo onto the TV on their wall and tucks Husk into the blankets and Husk finally lets his mind shut off properly.

Halfway through Rapunzel, he gets tired. The films are better than he thought they would be- though that is probably his young headspace talking- and it's only 10 in the evening, but he's knocked out. When Husk regresses, he's more low energy than normal, and that's really saying something.

He doesn't sleep. Instead, he settles properly with his head in Angel's lap and watches the TV sideways, chewing on one finger. Angel replaces it with a pacifier. They're the proper adult sized ones so they don't hurt Husk's mouth, but he's already chewed through two in the few months he's been regressing around his fiancé. He likes having something in his mouth but his sharp teeth aren't exactly made for soft silicone.

“Is someone gettin’ sleepy?” Angel asks when he notices Husk's eyes dropping. Stubbornly, Husk shakes his head. “Alright, then. Coulda fooled me.”

During the dog movie- Husk's now learnt that it's the Secret Life of Pets- he falls asleep. Angel doesn't wake him. Husk slightly registers being shifted and tucked more securely into the blankets, and then Angel's moving away and oh my god he's leaving me he's leaving me he's leaving me-

Angel returns seconds later, before Husk's panic can even rouse him properly from his sleep, with a proper thick quilted blanket and Husk's favourite stuffed bear. “Shh, baby.” Angel mumbles. Husk listens.

Before, that probably would've been a meltdown. Husk's never had abandonment issues, but they're a real thing with Angel because he loves his fiancé so much. Losing him would be like hell all over again. That's something he can't risk.

Disrupting his thoughts, Angel tucks him into the quilted blanket with his stuffed bear and switches the TV off. He's gone for a few more moments, but Husk lets it go because he can hear him moving around. His ears swivel to tune in the sound of Angel humming lowly.

“...So cute, ain'tcha? Sleepy little kitty. Look atcha.” Husk definitely missed the beginning of whatever Angel was praising him about, but he purrs and leans thankfully into the touch when he's pulled into his fiance's arms anyway. This is one of the few times he accepts compliments, and even then he doesn't do it well.

Angel rubs his bare back. For once, Husk's sleep is peaceful and undisturbed. If he had to be thankful for one thing, it would be this.

Thank you for reading!! I'll try and participate in a few more days if I have the time <3 my requests are also open!!

[flossthecryptid]

small-tober2025

Cafe Outing

Saiki K ficlet

All Saiki wanted was coffee jelly. More specifically, coffee jelly from the new cafe that specialised in coffee jelly- a previously unheard of concept.

The outside was detailed with pink and green, echoing Saiki’s own signature style. Beyond those sleek glass doors was the most well acclaimed coffee jelly Saiki had never heard of. Despite that, there was no queue when he walked in. Maybe basing an entire cafe on one specific dessert wasn’t the best business idea… regardless, Saiki strode forward; walking toward the display case that the precious jelly was held.

He paid for his coffee jelly and sat down to enjoy it.

“Oh. Oh wow.”

Saiki said aloud. The cashier smiled knowingly at him.

The coffee jelly was unlike any he had ever consumed before, its taste transcending expectation completely. Saiki was an atheist, but in that moment he truly knew God.

Once he had finished and was stood outside the cafe, Saiki took out his phone. His friends had made a group chat that Saiki had not interacted with once, but for this cafe? Saiki would do anything.

Saiki: there’s a cafe you guys should check out. it’s the coffee jelly supreme

Nendo: okaay buddy!

Multiple people are typing…

Saiki turned off his phone. Then he walked back into the cafe to order another coffee jelly.

[littlebabyself]

hai!!

im not sure if anyones following my smalltober fics but if you are you definitely noticed that i havent kept up. i apologize for this. i guess i thought that i could write a quality fic i was happy with each day but alas i cannot. however, i will have them all done eventually! thank you!!

[flossthecryptid]

small-tober2025

day 1 - bedtime story

(already posted on my Ao3)

Bedtime Story (small-tober2025)

Httyd Gobber + Hiccup ficlet :)

When Hiccup was little, he had trouble sleeping. Every single night Stoick had to fight to get him to sleep; that was until Gobber tried to help.

After hearing Stoick complain of Hiccup’s tendencies for the fifth time that week, Gobber decided he would try something. He wobbled up the wonky stairs to get to the seven year old’s room and sat at the edge of his bed.

“Hello, Hiccup.” Gobber greeted the boy, who was sitting upright and hold a leather bound book- likely another one about medicine. Gobber had always figured that if Hiccup never became chief he’d work with Gothi.

“Hi, uncle Gobber.” Hiccup put the book down.

“…you love reading, don’t you?” Gobber asked, thinking hard.

Hiccup nodded.

“How about I tell you a story?”

“Okay.”

So Gobber did. He told a story of a battle Stoick and himself had fought in their youth, leaving out some gorier details in favour of highlighting how they had managed to outsmart their enemy, knowing Hiccup would like that part. By the time Gobber was finished, he was talking to himself. Hiccup had dozed off at some point.

Gobber took Hiccup’s book and placed it next to the bed, and then brought the blanket up to fully cover Hiccup.

When Gobber told Stoick he had stared at him in disbelief, but once convinced promised Gobber a free drink. All the payment Gobber needed was Hiccup’s peaceful sleeping face.

Years later, on particularly bad nights, Gobber would still tell Hiccup a story before bed.

[littlebabyself]

hello everybaby!1!1!1 small-tober has started and ive posted the first two fics!

no pressure to read them or even post any of your own but i just wanted to share ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾