I Just Want To Be Loved

Spy Father X Child!Reader

Warning contains graphic imagery

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It was the last day of the third quarter which meant report cards were coming home, and once the seventh-period bell rings it would finally be spring break, and after spring break it would finally be fourth quarter and summer would be even closer than before.

All the excitement in the air was almost overwhelming, as you stare your teacher's clock waiting for the small hand to hit 2:35. The time was almost going against you, as the minutes dragged on almost feeling like centuries have passed then you started to count down, 2:33, 2:34... *ring ring ring* the bell sounded, and you shot up out of your seat and advanced to the classroom door.

The halls were filled with rambunctious noise as students fled the building. Lockers slammed closed, shouts and laughs echoed off the walls, and the click-clack of shoes were heard everywhere. You closed your locker and was about to head for the main doors when your friend called your name.

"Hey (y/n)!" Your friend called with a sideways grin on his face making you smile.

Your fantastic Macklemore haircut wearing friend's name was Mason. He was your best friend at the school, anyway the two of you became close friends after bumping into each other in the school's hallways. He knocked most of your stuff on the floor by accident, and you being the clumsy goof that you are slipped on one of your notebooks landing on your tailbone. Mason helped you up and apologized a thousand times, and after apologizing he offered to carry your stuff to your next class. You, of course, took the offer because, well why not. I mean who wouldn't let some random guy offered to carry your stuff. After that, the two of you just started to hang. Now that you look back on that memory you laugh at how funny and cliché it sounds.

"Hey, Mason ." You chirp staring up at your relatively tall friend, then turned and started to walk towards the main doors of the school. "What are you going to do over spring break?" You asked, watching as your friend opened the door for you.

"Me? Oh, nothing just going to hang around, probably play video games and skateboard or something, you know boy stuff." Mason answered catching up to you. "So, what are you going to do?" Your friend asked back.

You stopped walking and sat down on one of the benches in front of your school, and stared off into the distant houses and trees. Then you looked back at your friend and gave a weary smile. "I don't really know?" You admitted with a sigh. "I didn't really think about it that much."

Mason gave you a puzzled look then started to laugh. You couldn't help but laugh too. Mason whipped the tears from his eyes and plopped down next to you putting his backpack on the ground between his legs. You looked at your friend then your gaze slowly moved to your lap a small smile formed on your lips.

Your ears twitched when you heard the vibration of your phone go off; you pulled it out of your jean pocket and unlocked the touch screen, it was a text message from Sniper. It read 'coming to pick you up :)' You shook your head with a small chuckle.

"Whelp, I'm hidden home," Mason said standing to his feet, and throwing his pack over his shoulders. "I'll see you later," and with that said Mason headed home leaving you on the bench till Sniper picked you up.

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"Aahhhh," you sighed closing your eyes and leaning back on the comfortable leather seats in Snipers camper. "A whole frickin' two weeks without school what am I going to do?" You asked yourself. Sniper gave you a quick look of amusement and went back to driving.

"Ye' could always hang out with yer pa." Sniper offered, turning on his turn signal to get into the next lane. You gave a small groan of annoyance and sat up. Your father Spy was a very sly man always keeping secrets, lying and slipping away on secret missions. He was nothing but a backstabbing spy. He's never around to acknowledge your grades, projects, and almost never came to your track meets.

Last year he didn't even show up to the district track meet which you came first place in, at first it didn't bother you, you were just going to show him the first place hurdle medal, but whenever you went to show him he gave you a quick 'mhmm' and left. He didn't even look proud, just nothing no expression as he slipped out the door on anther mission.

"Yeah right," you spat, "like he has the time to hang out with me." You folded your arms across your chest and stared out your window with a glare. Even though you think negative things about your father you know he loves you, and you always try to love him, but it's kind of hard to love someone when they don't show they love you back.

"Ye' know yer father loves ye' he just has a hard time showin' it" Sniper pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah... you always say that Mundy." You grumbled unbuckling your seat belt as the camper pulled up onto the dirt driveway outside the base. You open the side door and step out walking over to the big metal doors and start sliding them open till it was wide enough for the camper to pull in. Once the vehicle was completely in the base you start to push the metal doors close. You took in a long shallow breath as you opened the door and walked into the central part of the base, Sniper following close behind you.

You scanned the giant room, and to your surprise only see Scout watching T.V. 'Where are the others?' you thought curiously walking out of that central room and wander the halls of the base. Your ears twitched to the sound of metal hitting metal you curiously peeked through the conveniently cracked doorway to Engie's workshop.

Engineer was fixing one of his level three sentries and talking to Pyro. The masked man mumbled his words coming out as muffled sounds. You had no clue how Engie could understand Pyro, but it was cute nonetheless. You backed away from the door and started your way back to the main room of the base.

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"Fräulein (y/n) jou got mail!" you heard Medic shout from the kitchen. You just ignored him and continued to watch T.V. with Scout. Not even two seconds later did Medic come stomping in with an envelope in hand. He dropped it in your lap and walked off. Your (e/c) eyes stared uninterested at the letter lying in the middle of your lap, but picked it up anyway and read the front. '(sch/n) blah, blah, blah report card.' You perked up and quickly opened the envelope, and unfolded the paper, and to your astonishment you had all A's. No B's no -A's, just A's regular A's! Happiness and excitement burst inside of you. You've never had all A's before this was a first. You... You had to show this to your father. You jumped off the coach and raced down the hall towards your fathers quarters you flung his door open making your dad jump.

"(Y/n) 'ou almost made me drop my cigarette," Spy scolded. You quickly said sorry excitement bursting in your eyes when your father asked, "what iz zhe big rush anyway?" You walked over to Spy and handed him your report card. He unfolded the piece of paper and scanned your greatest achievement next to your first place track medal. "Mon chéri I see you got all A'z" You nodded your head waiting for a 'good job' or 'très bon travail' (wonderful work), but it never came. Spy just put the report card on his deck and was about to walk out the door when you stopped him.

Tears of frustration were starting to bundle up in your eyes and stream down your face as you grabbed Spy's sleeve. You didn't say anything for a long time just stood and cried. Finally, you choked out a why.

"Why?"

"...." He said nothing.

"Why don't you say anything?"

"...." Still nothing.

"Why do you always leave me!?" Voice started to sound more frantice

"...." No answer.

"Why don't CARE!?" You yelled tightly closing your puffy red eyes and bowing your head your grip on Spy's sleeve tightening.

"...." Still, he said nothing.

He... he didn't answer. He didn't answer and you no longer cared, you let go of his sleeve and walked out the door, but before you left, you turned slightly giving your father a glare.

"I give up trying to get your attention, it's obvious you don't care about me like you did back then." Then you turned whipping the tears from your eyes and left leaving your father stunned, alone, and feeling guilty.

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You stopped crying sometime ago, and now you sat at your desk staring blankly at your sketchbook feeling nothing. Taking a deep breath, you connected pencil to paper making nothing but straight, curvy lines. When the lines were connected though, they formed two horses one with wings and a droopy man and the other a little smaller than the winged horse with no wings and a mane that looked somewhat like fire. Then, there was the tree that sat behind the two horses one side had cherry blossoms while the other sat bare looking like a dead tree, and above the tree was the sun and moon. Cherry blossoms fell from the tree making the picture look somewhat mysterious.

You stared at the sketch for a few moments then placed the sketchbook on the left side of your desk.You stared at the drawing for a few minutes then put the sketchbook on the left side of your desk. Your arms crossed over your desk so you could rest your head on top you closed your tired eyes and sat like that for a good ten minutes until you heard the sound of your door creek open.

Sitting up, your (e/c) eyes scanned over to your door to find your father, Spy standing in the doorway looking profound. You felt a deep rumble in your chest, as you let out a growl of disgust and turned away; going back to resting your head on your arms.

"Pardon, my intrusion mon chéri." Your father spoke. You heard the sound of your door close and footsteps come over to your desk. There was silence for a few moments, but it was broken as your dad picked up your sketch book with a gasp, "sensationnel, I didn't know 'ou could draw like zhis!"

'That's because you're never around.' You thought bitterly closing your (e/c) eyes and rose an eyebrow in anger.

You sat up but didn't meet your father's gaze you gave a small nod and motioned him to flip the page back. There was another gasp of surprise as he flipped through your personal diary. (This might confuse some of you who don't draw but some artist sketchbooks are like diaries to them.) Your father stopped flipping through your drawings and stopped at a particular page. You stood up to see what picture your dad was looking at, and to your surprise, he stopped at the unfinished project you were working on a few years ago.

'Forgot all about this,' you thought your eyebrows raised in surprise at your father's choice of all the sketches he could have chosen, but didn't. 'Wounder why he chose this one and not the one in front of it? I mean it's complete and way better looking than this one.' You pondered.

The sketch was that of a pilot girl who fell out of her plane. You never got around to drawing the plan itself so it was just a girl falling, but the story you put behind it was probably your favorite.(I'm not going to write it because I'm too lazy=_= zzZZZ.)

"(Y/n) zhis is amazing!" Spy complemented. You looked away your face becoming red with embarrassment; you always became flustered when people complimented on your work. Your red ears twitched to the sound of your dad chuckling. "It iz amazing, non?" You nodded still looking away.

You gave a light sigh as you leaned forward in your chair closing your tired eyes and resting your head on the desk. You tensed and gave a small growl when you felt your father put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"How come 'ou never showed me 'uor art skillz?" Your father asked. The expression on your face went from nothing to anger. Many times before did you try to show your dad your drawings, grades, medals, and other achievements but he always pushed you away for a stupid mission.

"I tried," You spat, "but you always said 'I'm too busy' or 'not now I'm getting ready for a mission.'" Your hands tightened into fists as all the memories of your father flooded back. 'All those times before being pushed away for a mission, he's talking to me now!' You thought harshly in your head. You felt a warm liquid seep from your hands, and you immediately loosened your fists. 'Just great!' You thought with a frown, 'just what I needed-bloody hands!'

You slowly stood up and hide your bleeding hands from your father by simply putting them in your pockets not caring about the blood. The pain in your hands wasn't too bad, and you were sure you had some bandage wrap in your bathroom. You gave your father a quick 'I'll be back' and walked slowly to your bathroom, so not to look suspicious.

Slipping your hand out of your pocket you grabbed the doorknob to your bathroom door and turned the knob smearing blood on the silver handle. After closing the door behind you, you quickly opened your cabinets and scrambled through the supplies. 'Toilet paper, no. Toothbrush, no. Razor blades, nope. Knife. Wait, knife? Nein. Ha! Bandages and hydrogen peroxide!'

You first grabbed the hydrogen and poured some on your left hand, it stung as the bubbles rose up then down cleaning the cuts, you did the same to your right hand, and after cleaning the cuts, you bandaged your hands. Giving a sigh, you sat on the toilet set in your bathroom pondering on whether to leave the safety of your bathroom to just get angry at your dad.

'I've wanted my father to pay attention to me for years, and now he's finally paying attention to me, talking to me. I should be happy not pissed off.' You dipped your head in frustration but gave a small chuckle to yourself. 'I'm so dumb.'

Finally, you decided to open your door and hang out with your dad, but before you did that you sneakily grabbed some toilet paper to clean the blood off your doorknob. You gave a shy smile as you walked back over to your father he gave a small smile in return. It's been forever since the two of you talked like family, but now that the two of you were hanging out it was kind of... awkward.

"Sorry," Spy was the first to break the terribly awkward silence,"I'm sorry I never paid any attention to you... I," he stopped to think, then continued, "I didn't mean to... I was just so busy with work and the missions and the battles that I... I forgot to take care of you." The tears in your eyes could no longer be held back anymore and when the tears started to stream down your face your father then pulled you into a caring hug.

"I'm sorry too," your dad pulled you back with a confused looked on his face. You already knew what he was going to say, so you cut him off, "I'm sorry, I yelled at you. I should have known you were busy I just wanted attention." You finished with a sniff. Spy pulled you back into the hug, this time, tighter than before. "I-I love you, dad." You whispered. Your bandaged hands slowly moved accosted your fathers back making him freeze. "W-what," you stammered as Spy pulled you back, "did I do something wron-"

"Show me your hands." Your father whispered in a frantic voice.

"Wh-why?" You stammered again trying to act cool but knew well that it wasn't working. You stared up at him then give a small nod in defeat. 'All I have to say is my fingernails did this, it is true after all.' You thought your body slowly relaxing.

Spy gently grabbed your small bandaged hands his icy pools growing wide.

"It's not what you think!" You exclaim quickly, "I was mad, and my fist, and my pointy nails and, and..." You started to panic.

".... I love you (y/n)."

Spy had pulled you into tight embrace making the panic you felt before flow away and into somewhat shock.

"I believe y-" You cut your father off, happiness folding your veins

"I love you too daddy!"

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2861 words <- This is literally the longest short story I've ever written. Tell me if it was too slow because I'd like to know in the comments so if it is I can fix it.

Sorry to who ever requested it you know who you are thank you^_^