wanda x daughter one shots

you're doing so well

warnings: minor self harm scene (is it called a scene in a book? idk, anyway) but nothing graphic

age: 16

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Y/N's POV

One thing you'll often hear as a teenager, is that these are the best years of your life.

Those people don't know what they're talking about. Mainly because they've never had to endure a lot of hardship throughout their lives, and believe that only adults can have 'real' problems.

My mom is the only adult in the whole world who understands me. The only person, even. She knows how hard the teenage years can be. A lot of other people do, too. But my mother is the only one who will ever be able to sympathize with me in a way that makes me feel a fraction less alone. She's my lifeline.

It's been a rough few years, a lot has happened. And between doctors and psychologists and hospitals, it's not been easy. The only thing that's made it slightly easier, is having my mom with me through it all.

She's very lenient with rules and whatnot. A lot of people see me as spoilt because of the things I've gotten away with, such as underage drinking occasionally or that one time I keyed a car.

I'm not proud of those things, but I wasn't in a frame of mind to make good decisions for myself. And that's why I was able to get away with them.

It's hard sometimes, though. I'm doing a little better now, less destructive things, but there are times where the only thing I can focus on is all the bad I've done, and the negative feelings I've created for other people.

The thoughts can get really bad. It's like they're trapped and left to do nothing except swarm around my head like a fly trapped in a room. It's a fight to get them out.

WANDA's POV

Y/N is a good kid, and what I perceive to be a good person. There's been a lot of situations that have formed her into the person she is today. While she sometimes does things that are harmful to herself or others, she isn't 'bad'. Life has just screwed her over a painful amount, meaning she gets angry very easily and she has every right to.

It can get worrying at times. The days where she starts to get lost in her mind aren't the easiest to put up with, but I will always continue to be there for her and work out ways in which I can help her. I don't want her to ever do this alone.

Right now, it's around midnight and I've just finished getting ready for bed. Y/N tends to stay up until early hours of the morning but she's been trying to fall asleep sooner.

Perhaps it's a good idea if I go and check on her, just to make sure she isn't spiraling.

As anticipated, the first thing I see when I peek through her slightly open door is her on her phone. She's probably just mindlessly scrolling, I'm not the type of mom who cares about what she's doing on her phone. I have faith that she would come to me if she got into a dangerous situation.

So I don't startle her, I make my appearance known by softly knocking on the door. She instantly turns her head to look at me and puts her phone down.

"Y/N, darling, what are you still doing up?" I ask in almost a whisper.

She looks down at the floor and replies, "Nothing."

"I don't think that's true. It's time for sleeping now. Put your phone down, sweetheart."

"I can't, mama," she practically whimpers and I take it as the opportunity to sit beside her.

"Why not?"