matilda oneshots i had to get out of my head

and this burning inside me would usually fade (but it isn't today)

hello everyone!! i hope you're having a great day!!

welcome to technically the first thing i ever wrote for this fandom and just didn't finish until now lol

tw for
sensory overload/meltdown
mentioned child abuse/neglect
and please let me know if i've missed anything so i can add it!! :)

enjoy!!!

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"Matilda?" Jenny asks when Matilda slams the door to her office open in a frenzy. "Darling, what's the matter?"

"Everything's too loud!" Matilda yells before breaking down in tears. "My brain is fizzing again but it's not a good fizzing, i-it's a bad fizzing and-and it's meant to go quiet now and it's not and it won't stop!"

Jenny stands and rushes over, gently ushering her further into the room and closing and locking the door behind her. She crouches down to Matilda's eye level.

"Help," Matilda sobs. She doesn't say anything else, but that's plenty.

"Can I touch you?" Jenny asks softly. She thinks she's familiar with what Matilda is going through. She recognizes the panic in her eyes, the tension in her little body. It makes her heart ache, seeing her six year old hurting in this way.

Matilda nods frantically, practically pitching herself at her. Jenny takes her into her arms and holds her close, giving her the tightest hug she can muster. Tight enough to hug all the air out of her.

Matilda clings to her and weeps into her neck. Jenny stands and takes Matilda with her. She slowly closes all the blinds on the open windows to darken the room, and turns on a fan for some soothing white noise. Silence would be preferable, but Jenny isn't about to tell the other children outside to stop enjoying their recess time. This will just have to do.

She heads to the calm down corner she replaced the Chokey with and settles amongst the cozy cushions with Matilda firmly in her lap.

"You're going to be alright, I promise," Jenny murmurs into Matilda's hair as the young girl continues weeping into her shoulder.

She looks around the room as she gently rocks Matilda side to side. She's half expecting to see things start floating or to be hit in the head with a book or something, but Matilda hasn't been able to do her telekinesis since the downfall of The Trunchbull, much to the disappointment of the young girl. Jenny reassures her every day that she's still a superhero even without magical powers.

She wishes she could be a hero here. Matilda's little fingers are digging into the skin of her back. Not enough to hurt, but enough that Jenny knows she's truly desperate. Afraid.

It feels wrong, almost. Matilda may only be six, but she's strong. Beyond strong; she's mighty. She's practically a hurricane in the body of a little girl. And here she is, reduced to hysterical tears as she clings desperately to Jenny.

Jenny squeezes her closer. Matilda squeezes her too, as if squeezing her hard enough will get the comfort she desperately needs to seep out of Jenny like a sponge and directly into her.

It doesn't seem to be working fast enough. Matilda is getting more and more worked up the longer this continues. Jenny knows why. It's a terrifying combination of sensations; especially in a young mind, and even more so when there's no end to it in sight.

She lets go of Matilda with a single arm to reach into a pocket of her cardigan. Matilda pauses when she feels the familiar faded white fabric of the scarf slip around her little wrist. She grips it like a vice, slipping the silky bit between her fingers and running the pads of her thumbs over the scratchy glitter woven through the fabric.