Too Little

Finding out

Prompt: You should do one on Enid finding out - Step_on_me_please
Little!Wednesday/Enid
Little age: teen then 2/3

Wednesday had always regressed in some way. When she was seven she sometimes felt four, when she was ten she sometimes felt seven and so on. But this? It had only happened recently. It had started with a pacifier, something so simple and yet so comforting, but it had soon turned into a full on what would be called littlespace. She had found others online who did it too, though she preferred to stay off her phone.

In her opinion, she hid it well, keeping her pacifier, teethers, toys and stuffies tucked under her bed in a box that she only opened when fully alone, but that was until the little black paci went missing, bat charm and all. Worst part? She never left the room with it, meaning it was there somewhere, and if she didn't find it, she knew who would.

Wednesday felt her heart patter faster than she thought was possible as she ran upstairs. For once in her life, Enid had gotten done with her activities faster, getting to the room before her. That stupid pacifier, if she found it...

Pushing the door open, she rushed into the room, chest heaving from running so far.

"Woah, you good?" Enid looked up from where she sat on her bed, computer open on her lap.

"I just ran, I'm okay," she dropped her stuff, speed walking to her side. She had used it two nights before, it had to be here somewhere, she needed it, it was-

"Do you need some help looking for something?" Enid closed the computer, standing up. "You look pretty stressed, I can help if you want."

"No, I can find it myself, it's fine," she could feel herself slipping out of panic, sliding down a spiral of childlike worry's and fears. Had it been this dark in here before?

"It doesn't look 'fine'." Enid knelt next to where she was on the floor, searching through the same bin of weapons she was, dangerously close to the box that contained the rest of her little stuff.

"Look through this." Wednesday shoved a different box of weapons at her, pushing the box of little stuff deeper under her bed.

"This is just knifes and..." Enid frowned, reaching in and fishing something out. "A pacifier?" Of course. Of course the box she gave to Enid had it.

"Probably Pubert's, he leaves his things everywhere." Her face was on fire, hands shaking so hard she had to stuff them into the box to hide it.

"But it's an adult one," she flicked the nipple, then without warning, stuffed it into her mouth. Wednesday could tell from the movement of her cheeks that she gave it a few experimental sucks before removing it. "Kind of nice. Pugsley's?"

"I don't know who's it is, just give me it so I can return it to my mother and she can figure it out."

Enid flipped it over. "Bat princess? Highly doubt this is his. In fact, this kind of looks like something you would have."

She froze. She couldn't talk, nor even dare breath. Stupid, stupid, stupid. "I- it's not mine, Sinclair." Even she didn't believe her lie, the way her voice shook, her slight redness, her lips quiver.

"Don't worry about it, honestly, I think it would look kind of cute." She held it up in front of Wednesday's mouth, squinting. "Yup, cute AF."

If Enid hadn't slobbered all over it, perhaps she would have just taken it from her hand, but she stayed where she was.

"So...are you like...a little?"

"How do you know what that is?" And like that she gave herself away.

"Oh please, I'm more chronically online than thirty angstly middle schoolers, I can name every coping mechanism in the book, sometimes I'm fiction link, can't phase me, honestly."

Wednesday snatched the paci away, wiping away the spit before placing it in her mouth. She needed the comfort anyway.

"Wait!" Enid's face struck with a thought. That was never a good thing. "Do you have a caregiver?!"

"Don't want one," she managed to mumble around the paci.

"Come on! Please? I mean, you're so cute! It can't hurt..."

Oh it could definitely hurt. She shook her head again, though Enid only continued to press.

"Fine!" She finally snapped, pressing her face into her knees. Why had she even lost this damn thing, if she hadn't her littlespace would still be safe! Why did she feel like crying. No. Not now, she couldn't slip, she needed to stay big, she couldn't just let her new caregiver affect her so fast she-

She held out her arms, giving grippy hands. "Mmm, Dah!"

Enid hooked her hands under her arms, pulling her roommate onto her lap. Admittedly, even though they were dating (something that would stay out of littlespace) she didn't get to actually touch Wednesday much, never mind snuggle.

"Cold," Wednesday whispered against her shoulder, a little sniffle following.

"Do you want to come lay on my bed with me?" This was how she was supposed to do it, right? She'd had littles before, though they were always online.

"Mhm..."

She doubted she would have been able to pick Wednesday up when she was deadweighting if she hadn't been a werewolf, and even then, she hardly managed.

"Okay, I have this white blankie, do you want it?"

Wednesday was already burrowing into the shades of pinks and oranges, sighing in relaxation.

"Okay... so I guess we are sleeping?" The girl in front of her already had even breaths, clearly asleep. "Whatever, don't kill me when you wake up," then she lay next to her and drifted off.