wanda x daughter one shots

deep breaths, darling

age: 15

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Y/N's POV

Like most mornings, an overwhelming anxiety rush is what wakes me up on this gloomy day.

I have no doubt that it's the afternoon already. My anxiety keeps me up into early hours of the morning, so I wake up late as a result.

Even something as simple as leaving my room fills me with utter dread. But I know that my mom will be up here any moment to try and persuade me out of my bed, she tends to do that on the really bad days.

Before I know it, her footsteps are heard coming up the stairs and I quickly throw my phone under the duvet and pretend to be asleep so that she can't try to make me leave the room.

"Yeah, nice try," she chuckles after the door swinging open a couple of seconds ago.

In protest, I groan and turn over, now facing the direction of my mother as she crouches down beside my bed and starts stroking my hair lightly.

"Are you not quite ready to leave your room yet?" she asks, understanding that this can be difficult for me.

"Not really," I answer quietly, keeping my blanket wrapped tightly around me.

"That's okay," she smiles, leaning forward and placing a loving kiss to my forehead. "Do you know what we have going on today? It sometimes makes you feel better when I tell you what's on the schedule."

Not wanting to know what sort of things I have to face today, I shake my head 'no' and clutch even tighter onto my blanket. Mom clearly notices how my apprehension has increased and sits on the edge of my bed, taking my hand from the blanket and holding it tightly in hers.

"I'm proud of you. You know that?" she tells me, making me internally blush. I may not always have the strength to treat myself right, but mom always does. "You just never fail to amaze me, Y/N. Before you were born, I didn't think it was possible to love someone at such an intense level. But I do. I love you."

Nearly brought to tears by her words, I sit up and lean into her body, wrapping my arms around her like it's the last thing I'll ever do.

"I love you, mama," I say back. "Can we... can we take it slow? I'll go downstairs but I want to go slowly."

With a smile on her face that I know means she's proud of me, she replies, "Of course."

And with that, I take her outstretched hand and grip onto it for dear life as I slowly crawl out of my cave and my feet hit the soft carpet.

"Good job, baby. That's really good," mom praises, her words of encouragement making me feel better about what I'm doing.

It takes a few minutes and lot more coaxing, but I start taking small steps, more like shuffles, until we reach the top of the stairs.

And then I freeze.

This is too hard. I can't do it. Why did I think I could do this? Mom's hand is gonna go numb soon from how hard I'm squeezing it. She shouldn't be wasting her time doing this, I'm being dramatic.

"You need to stop spiraling," her warm and comforting voice tells me, just as she wraps her arm around my shoulder. "Deep breaths, darling."

In spite of having my safe person right by my side, the fear is telling me that I'm in danger right now.

For example - I could fall down the stairs, I could get in a car crash if me and mom drive somewhere later, I could choke on my food, I could get hurt if I'm not within the security of my bed.

"I've got you," my mom reassures me again, rubbing her thumb over my knuckles to keep me present. "You're doing so good, Y/N. I won't let anything bad happen to you."

"It's scary," I whimper, wanting nothing more than to run back into my room and hide for all of eternity.

"I know. But you're strong. And you've got this."

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anyone else want someone like this? yeah, me too