wanda x daughter one shots

oh, precious

warnings: self harm

age: 15

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WANDA's POV

Obviously school isn't fun for any teenager, but it's not often that Y/N will come home in such a grumpy mood. She slammed the front door shut after she walked in and now she's slamming things around in the kitchen as she's making a post-school snack.

Normally she'll tell me if she's had a shitty day and I'll let her vent to me, but she seems to be keeping it all to herself today.

"Hi, sweets," I greet her with a hopeful tone, just as she comes running over and crashes into my body, wrapping her arms around me so tightly. "Oh, hey," I coo, "What's wrong? What's got my girl so glum?"

"Babe, are you crying?" I ask after starting to feel her body jolt slightly. "Oh, my love."

Instead of pushing her to tell me anything in this moment, I stick to simply rubbing her back in a soothing manner and whispering sweet nothings to her until she eventually calms down and pulls away to dry her eyes with a tissue I grabbed for her.

"Do you wanna talk-"

"Some guy at school commented on my arm hair. Is it really ugly?" she cuts me off, the question breaking my heart.

"What? No. No, absolutely not! Y/N, everyone has body hair, it's so natural. If it wasn't supposed to be there, it wouldn't be growing there in the first place now, would it?"

It's as if everything I've worked for in terms of teaching my daughter to think positively about her body, has been torn down by people at her school. But they don't get to do that. They don't get to bring her down.

"I guess not," she meekly replies, lowering her head to look at the floor.

"Honey," I start, lifting her head up with two fingers under her chin. "You are beautiful just as you are. I have arm hair, too. There's nothing wrong with it. Body hair is okay. It's okay to have and society's odd and unrealistic expectations don't matter. Please don't let it get to you."

Then she goes quiet, and the expression on her face tells me that something is very wrong.

"I don't want you to be mad. Just remember that they were saying really mean things to me a-and I couldn't help it, I just..." she trails off, trying not to get too worked up despite the tears pooling in both of our eyes. "I hurt myself at school today."

My breath hitches at the new information. Especially since she hurt herself over some other students saying nasty things about her appearance.

She's beautiful. The most beautiful girl in the world. I just want her to see that.

"Oh, precious," I sigh, bringing her back into my arms. "I wish you'd have called me and I would have been there in minutes. Can I see what you did?"

In response, she shakes her head into my shoulder and grips on tighter.

"Okay. Okay, shhh," I try to calm as she sobs loudly. "It's okay, you can let it out. I've got you."

For the next few minutes, I continue to placate my daughter until she stops crying and loosens her hold on me slightly.

"Y/N," I say softly, "You don't have to show me right now, but at some point within the next couple of hours, I need to see what you did to yourself so that I can make sure nothing gets infected. Do you understand?"

She nods her head before pulling away and letting me wipe her tears. I place one loving kiss to her forehead and lead her to the couch, preparing myself for a potentially very upsetting talk.

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reminder that comments about people's appearances really can hurt this badly, people are supposed to feel safe in their bodies, not judged

also new lizzie book in the making🤭