wanda x daughter one shots

just breathe, i've got you

age: 16

just the fluffiest thing ever

just imagine a dimly lit room, your bed is made, there's blankets everywhere, the window's open a tad just to let a small breeze in:)

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Y/N's POV

"Hi, darling," the sound of my mama's voice whispers, lulling me into my safe space and out of the stressful part of my mind. "You look stressed. Can I come and calm you down?"

Happy to have my mother here to comfort me, I nod and immediately drop my pen and stand up from my desk.

Mom's already sat down on my bed and opened up a fluffy blanket for me, I walk over and sit on her lap and she gently drapes the blanket over the two of us.

Her warmth is something I melt into instantly, the slow beating of her heart pressed against my ear makes me feel secure and reassured.

"You need to remember when to take breaks, my little love. You can't keep pushing yourself to your limits. It's okay to have a break, everyone needs them."

As she talks, her chest vibrates and it makes me feel all the safer. There is nowhere I'd rather be than in my mama's arms as she holds me tight.

"I just don't feel like I can catch a break," I finally speak up, a single tear slipping from my eye. "Even when I'm not doing anything, it feels like I'm always working."

She hums, "That's because you don't let yourself truly rest. You know that if you ever need some help calming down, I'm here for you. All you have to do is say the word and I'll help you to relax."

A swarm of endorphins flutter around my chest and I breathe in the comforting scent of mama's perfume. "Thank you. Really."

"Sweetheart, you never have to thank me," she says softly, wiping that one tear off with the pad of her thumb. Just then, several others fall and before I know it, I'm gasping for air in my mom's arms.

It isn't even a panic attack, just a cry of relief from being reminded that I can take a break. I don't need to pressure myself.

"Shhh, slow those breaths for me, babylove. Just breathe, I've got you. You're okay, you're safe," she repeats over and over, occasionally leaning down to kiss my cheek or my nose.

When that doesn't work, she uses her finger to trail over various parts of my face. The touch sometimes helps to ground me, so it's nice of her to try.

I feel as she traces it first over my brow line, then down to my nose and my lips. Her hand then cups my cheek and starts rubbing over my skin with her thumb. The contact soon becomes soothing and instead of the struggling for air, my breathing is steady and slow.

"There we are," she whispers, "You're safe, my love. So safe in mama's arms. I'm always gonna be here for you. You're my favorite little human, Y/N/N."

"I'm not little, mama. I'm sixteen."

She shakes her head and smiles at me, "You'll always be my little girl. Always."

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this was short but i personally think it's cute and there's only so much fluff i can fit in

joking - there's no such thing as too much fluff but this was only meant to be a drabble