wanda x daughter one shots

held and loved

warnings: mentions of self harm

age: 15

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Y/N's POV

They're the ones shouting at me but I'm the one crying on the bathroom floor because of them.

They say I'm the most difficult child they've ever had to deal with but I'm the one who overthinks about all the trauma they have caused me every fucking day of my life.

They think I won't be affected by what they say, but they don't know that I'm only one hundred and twenty-seven days clean, about two hundred days less than they think.

And now I'm rethinking my entire decision to stay clean. I've had urges here and there, but today really might be it.

"Y/N?" I hear my name being called suddenly through the bathroom door at the Avengers Compound. I spend my days here and my nights at 'home' with my parents, but I still have my own bedroom and en suite bathroom here.

"Yeah?" I reply as casually as possible, trying to make it sound as if I don't still have tears streaming down my face.

"It's Wanda... it's time for training in a few minutes. Just wanted to see if you were ready."

"W-Wanda?" I say quietly, somewhat calling out for her help.

Me and Wanda aren't that close, but I'll admit that I've always viewed her as somewhat of a mother figure, even though she doesn't know it. We don't even talk that much, I've just seen the way she is with her boys and she seems like the sort of person I want as my mom.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" she replies gently, causing me to almost cry out for her. I just need to be held. I need to be held and loved.

"I feel like I'm gonna hurt myself again," I confess in a low voice, she doesn't even know that I used to do it, I've always worn long sleeves around the team.

"Let me in, baby," she instructs me softly, and I unlock the door without hesitation.

I'm guessing that she wasn't exactly expecting to see the youngest member of the Avengers leaning against the wall whilst sat on the floor and a blanket wrapped tightly around me.

"Do you have anything on you?" is the first thing she asks, referring to anything sharp. I shake my head in response. "Alright. Come on, you don't wanna stay on the floor. Let's get you into your bed and go from there."

Helping my exhausted body, Wanda supports my back as she guides me to stand, and then holds on as we walk over to my bed.

The moment I'm under my blankets, Wanda joins and lays down beside me.

"Is it okay for me hold you?" she asks quietly, and I instantly nod so she quickly brings me into her arms with my head laying in the crook of her neck.

"I have to be honest with you, Y/N," she starts, "I don't have a clue how to handle self-harm, but I know that if I ever found one of my boys were doing it, I would do everything in my power to help them. And I will with you. I'm here. Talk to me, lean on me, yell at me, just let me help you."

Wow. Is this what it's like to feel cared for? That warm feeling in my chest, the way my stomach is backflipping. I've never experienced that before.

"I love you, Y/N," Wanda whispers, "I really do. I've got you from now on. You know what, I'm your mom now."

"What?" I laugh, finding her too sweet.

"Yep. I'm your mom. Give mommy a squeeze," she demands in a joking way and I retaliate by giving her, as requested, a tight hug.

I didn't even know that it was possible to feel this kind of safe. Breathing in her comforting scent, I reply with a very genuine, "I love you, too, Wands. Thank you. Really thank you."

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crying i want wanda