My name is K.C. Cooper and I'm a 16-year-old government spy. My mission was to make copies of your agent's medical records; and my parents, Craig and Kira Cooper, they're kinda also spies; and we live on 35 Millby Lane in Arlington, Virginia, where there's a spare key hidden under the fake rock in the front yard.
WE yes WE all love Zendaya and Tom Holland, WE yes WE also all love Spideychelle but hear me out; HEAR ME OUT! KC from KC undercover and Peter Parker from homecoming. Think about it think about it think about it, let it simmer for a bit and then think about it some more....
(More specifically, KC in the MCU, now imagine her being all cool in Peter's school and then meeting Spidey on a mission...)
Not sure why I wrote an agere fic for this character x reader. But here we are😂
word count: 1k
Fridays were great. KC was home, you got to sleep in and wake up to breakfast already made. The day went by exactly how it usually would: chores after breakfast, cuddling together while watching TV, dozing off then waking in time to run any errands. In the evening, Fridays meant dinner with KC’s family.
Today was a bit different though. You weren’t just quiet, you were small. Already regressed, not just maybe.
“Sweetheart, you still wanna come with me?”
“There’s food?” You asked while sitting on the edge of the bed watching her look in the closet for outfit ideas.
KC nodded, and you could hear the smile, “There’s always food.”
“I wanna go.”
“Okay.” KC held up two options for you, “You want a hoodie or a t-shirt?”
“Hoodie.” You pointed to it, “Soft.”
“Good choice.” KC helped you slip it on and zip it up almost all the way, exactly how you liked it.
When the Cooper house came into view, KC glanced at you, “Okay, ready?”
You nodded. Of course you were ready, KC’s parents were great.
You and KC walked up to the front door hand in hand, she rang the doorbell and her Dad answered. “KC! Hey guys, come on in.”
Well, you did. You and KC entered, greeted him, her brother, Ernie and sister, Judy. KC walked over to the kitchen to say hi to her Mom, and you being you— while small, had to follow her everywhere. So you did.
Kira noticed her immediately, then the fact that you had your hoodie sleeves covering your hands. You pulled your hands out of KC’s and put them behind your back. Then, she only greeted KC while giving you nothing but a nod. This wasn’t the usual way things went.
Still, the table was laid and everyone sat around the table for dinner. By instinct, you’d tucked your legs up in the chair. You didn’t do it on purpose. It was just a habit, and one that KC did not mind.
“Feet on the floor, hun.” Kira said flatly, “And put your phone away.” You put your feet down, avoiding her eyes.
“Baby, phone down.” KC reminded softly.
You shook your head, tears brimming in your eyes.
KC could’ve guessed this would happen. The conversation going on? It halted, and all eyes were on you.
“What’s goin’ on, sweetheart? You know we don’t have phones out while we eat, we’re not at home.” KC put her fork down.
“Oh, for God’s sake, KC. What’s there to say? Just—” Kira began, and stood up, “Take the phone out of her hands. This is a family dinner and the last thing I’ll have is what looks like some grown woman acting like a child in my house!”
“She look at me weird.” You told KC as you began eating small mouthfuls in tears.
KC exhales harshly, “Forget it, thanks for dinner, but we’re leaving.”
“Good, I don’t need this weird behaviour in my house. Craig, can you believe this? A grown woman crying about not having her phone at dinner?”
“Kira, she could just not be having a good day—”
“We’re leaving.” KC repeated, taking your hand and snatching your phone back. “Come on, my love. Let’s go.”
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By the time you were in the passenger seat and buckled in, tears were pouring from your eyes. KC doesn’t drive yet, she was mad and you knew she was. And not at you, at how they reacted to you and treated you. More specifically how her mom did.
“…’m sorry KC, ‘m sorry—” You hiccuped.
“No. No, baby. It’s not your fault, okay? She was very unkind. That wasn’t right.”
“…not ‘m fault?” You sniffed, “But— didn’t put my phone ‘way.”
“She was way too harsh, I won’t let you have that. Okay? You’re okay, you’re with me. You’re safe.”
“Safe.”
KC nodded, pressing a kiss to your hair, “Safe.”
You hug her back, and she squeezes you tight.
“Now let’s go get something to eat, yeah? Just us. Something easy.”
“…car food?”
“Yeah, baby. Pretty much.” KC smiled, starting to drive. Eventually, a fast food drive through was near. “What do you wanna eat?”
As she joined the drive through queue, you looked at her, “…um, Happy Meal?”
“Alright, nuggets or cheeseburger?”
“…burger.” You decided, “An’ juice. With— with the toy.”
“Okay, baby. Got it.”
You hummed, playing with your hands.
“KC?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“…you think they know what I want?”
“Who?”
“The people inside.” You pointed at the restaurant.
“Maybe, but I think it’s best we let them know so our food is perfect.”
You nodded, easily accepting that answer, “What you eat?”
“Mm, I think a milkshake, some fries and apple pie.”
“Okay.” You glanced at her, “…can I have some milkshake?”
She laughed, squeezing your hand, “I knew you’d ask. Of course you can.”
Stepping inside the apartment, hearing the front door click shut? Your shoulders immediately relaxed, and KC felt it. “Shoes off, wash hands then we watch TV. Good?”
“Okay.” You said back, and she could hear the smile.
While you scampered down the hallway, KC washed her hands in the kitchen and began to prepare a bowl of snack mix. M&Ms, Popcorn chips, and a smaller bowl of cubed melon and apple. Once you returned, KC had already turned the TV on and was waiting for you with her arms wide open.
She kissed your cheek repeatedly, you giggled. “What doin’.” You pouted.
“Nothing, you’re cute.” She wrapped both arms around, “Okay, you pick what we’re watching.”
“…’kay.” You took the remote from her.
“You want a bath tonight?”
“No, ‘s cold.” You muttered, flipping through the homepage of a streaming service.
“It’ll be warm.” KC nudged you.
“But you said TV time.” You sulked.
“I did. So bath’s after TV time. Okay?”
You agreed, hesitantly, “Okay.”
You put on a familiar cartoon, something you’ve seen tons of times. It was quiet for awhile, just soft music, cheerful voices and some laughter. But then, “KC? Why they think ‘m actin?”
“Well— when people don’t understand something. They usually guess. And tonight, they’re wrong. Not your fault.”
Let's get into another mission, then: K.C. Cooper x Reader
Warnings: smut
Your P.O.V
Me and K.C. just got done with our mission, and we both let out sighs of relief. "Phew, got that done." K.C. said. "Yeah, no kidding." I replied. I went into thinking mode for a moment, but then I got an idea. "Hey, we can go somewhere private...if you know what I mean." I said shyly, and she smirked. "Let's get into another mission, then~" she said, taking to a closet. As we got to the closet, she closed both of the doors. She wasted no time, immediately taking my pants and underwear off. Then she put her hand on my entrance, sliding her fingers into my core. She began to thrust her fingers, and I moaned. She smirks, continuing to thrust her fingers into me. I just let my body betray me, moaning out. As time went on, she found my g-spot. I gasped, and that made her smirk. She hits that spot again, and that's when I got close. "I-I'm gonna come~" I warned. "Come for me, babe~" she said. I cried out her name and came, and she pulled her fingers away. After that, she cleaned me up. The end!
