wanda x daughter one shots

awfully cuddly

age: 12

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Y/N's POV

One thing I love greatly about my mom is her cuddles. When I was little, we would have snuggle time every day. It didn't matter if it was the busiest day ever, we would always find a small section of the day where we would just snuggle.

Then, as time went on, I got left with only a few hugs a day.

I wouldn't call myself touch starved, just wanting a little more attention than what I get.

Since my younger brothers Billy and Tommy were born, they take up all of mom's time because Vision doesn't have a clue what he's doing when it comes to babies.

Or rather, kids. They're six years old now.

Sometimes I wish we could go back to when it was just me and mom against the world. Vision isn't my dad like he is the twins'. Before he came along, me and mom lived alone on account of my father leaving us when I was only a toddler.

I valued our mother-daughter time together and miss it a lot, too.

WANDA's POV

Y/N must've woken up in a cuddly mood because that girl has barely let go of me all morning.

It started off with just one long hug when she came downstairs for breakfast. After that, she hugged me every time I left or entered the room. She took any opportunity she could.

And now, whilst I stand here making lunch, she again has her arms around my waist.

It doesn't become a problem until I nearly trip over whilst trying to get something from the fridge.

"Oh, god!" I exclaim, grabbing onto the counter to steady myself. "Y/N, sweetheart. Do you think you could let go just for a few minutes whilst I finish up here, please?"

In response, she shakes her head and pushes herself further into me.

"Mommy, I need the bathroom. Can you take me?" Tommy asks sweetly, making me turn around to look at him.

"Of course, buddy. Let me just..." I say, trying to pry my daughter away from my body. "Y/N, I need you to let go, please."

"Nuh-uh," she whines, squeezing me tighter.

"I'm serious. Your brother needs the bathroom and I have to take him," I tell her firmly, knowing she won't listen to my usual soft tone.

After a little more pulling, I finally get her off of me and watch as she stands there with her bottom lip trembling. She soon brushes it off and I'm able to take my son to the toilet.

When I return, Y/N is sitting on the floor and playing building blocks with Billy. At least, I thought they were playing. That's until I see the twelve year old launch a block at Billy's head, causing the latter to burst into tears.

"Y/N!" I yell, letting go of Tommy's hand and running over to pick Billy up. "Why on Earth did you do that?!"

She stutters over her words for a few seconds, looking absolutely terrified.

I hate when I scare my children.

"I'm sorry, mama," she apologizes, head hanging low.

"Thank you," I tell her sincerely, finishing up comforting the small child in my arms before putting him down to play and returning to the kitchen.

Luckily, it's all open so I can see what Y/N is up to. But apparently I don't have to turn around at all because once again, she's latched onto my side.