#k2 drabble

[myriadimagines]

Could I get a K-2/Reader please with 90, 97, 223 also congratulations on all the followers! You deserve them, and loads more!

Characters: Reader x K-2SO

Warnings: none

Prompts: 90: “Are you trying to make me to hate you? Because it’s working.” 97: “When you smile I fall apart.” 223: “I’ve never felt this way before, and I’m terrified to be honest.”

Word Count: 350

A/N: thank u so so much 💛 and i hope this was alright idk if this was intended to be romantic or what HAHHA sorry this is probably really awkward

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

“That’s not going to work.” 

Slamming your toolbox down on the desk, you looked up at K-2SO. “Are you trying to make me hate you? Because it’s working.”

“I’m simply stating facts, y/n.” K-2 replied, and you rolled your eyes and went back to focusing on the ship you were trying to repair. Bodhi had busted it up pretty badly on the last mission, so you were trying to help out.

“Have you ever tried being nice?” you asked, not bothering to look up at K-2 as you tightened a screw. 

“What good will that do?” K-2 scoffed, and you tossed your screwdriver to the side and reached for your hammer.

“People will actually like you?” you looked up at K-2, grinning, before you went back to focusing on the ship. “Go on, try complimenting me.”

“You’re... bearable.” K-2 said after a pause, and you turned around to glare at him over your shoulder.

“Try again.” you snapped, wiping the grease from your hands onto your pants.

“When you smile I fall apart.” K-2 suddenly said, and you almost fell off the stool you were sitting on.

“That was...” you quickly sat up, composing yourself. “Unexpected.” 

“I read it from one of Bodhi’s stories.” K-2 informed you, and you snickered. You had no idea Bodhi was into love stories. Resting your chin in your hand, you asked, “Can you feel love, K?”

K-2 paused, slightly taken aback by your question. Could he feel love? He didn’t think he would be able to recognize his emotions even if he did.

“Well...” he started. “I like spending time with you. And annoying you.”

“Thanks.” you rolled your eyes sarcastically, but K-2 was deep in thought. He liked spending time with you and Cassian the most, and he felt lost when either of you weren’t around. Was that love?

“Does that mean I’m in love?” K-2 exclaimed, and you laughed. “I’ve never felt this way before, and I’m terrified to be honest.”

“Yeah, join the club.” you snickered. “Emotions are confusing.”

[myriadimagines]

51: “Why are you always pushing me away?” 64: “You deserve so much better.” 65: “I think you’re just afraid to be happy. With K2?

Characters: Reader x K-2SO

Warnings: none

Prompts: 51: “Why are you always pushing me away?” 64: “You deserve so much better.” 65: “I think you’re just afraid to be happy.”

Word Count: 337

A/N: This is my last drabble, hope you enjoyed them all !!

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS !

“K?” you peered into the technician’s hall of the Rebel base, scanning the various droids that were rolling around. You had not seen K-2 all day, and you were concerned. You suddenly caught sight of the droid ducking into another room, and you rushed after him. You pulled open the door of the supply closet, to see K-2 standing awkwardly inside. 

“Hello, y/n.” he said uncertainly, and you pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing.

“What are you doing, K?” you asked, giggling slightly. K-2 straightened, and try to walk past you.

“I was just leaving.” he responded flatly, and your laugh faded. K-2 had been avoiding you lately, and you didn’t understand why.

“Why are you always pushing me away?” you asked, reaching out to K-2. He pulled his arm away, not looking at you. 

“I am a droid, y/n.” his voice seemed abnormally emotionless, and not in his usual sarcastic tone. “You don’t need to spend so much time with me. You deserve so much better.”

“Oh, K.” you tilted your head. “But I like spending time with you! Don’t you like hanging out with me?”

“I do, y/n, but why don’t you spend more time with… well, people?” he asked.

“Well I don’t want to leave you out, do I?” you pointed out, but K-2 seemed unconvinced. 

“You don’t need to worry about me.” he said, trying to move away. Refusing to let him leave, you stood in front of him.

“K.” your voice became serious. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy. You don’t need to be scared or insecure to hang out with the people who make you happy.”

“Do you truly mean that?” K-2 asked, and you could hear some more hope and emotion enter his voice. You nodded firmly, and K-2 brightened up. “Thank you, y/n.” 

“No problem, K.” you grinned, then straightened your shirt. “Now, do you want to go prank Cassian with me?”

[courtanie]

Flowers-K2, for Mar

A soft billowing cloud passed them by overhead, covering the sun in a smudge of gray charcoal. The two of them sighed, nestling into the grass beneath their bodies, slightly grateful for the lessened intrusion of blinding light in their eyes. “What’s that one look like?” Kyle asked, gesturing his head slightly towards the grace-giving cloud. “...Hm.” Kenny cocked his head, staring at it thoughtfully. “A unicorn.” “What? Where the hell do you see a unicorn?” Kyle squinted, trying to see for himself. Kenny pointed uselessly at the sky with a limp wrist, swirling it around the cloud to paint them both the picture. “Head, horn, body, it’s all there, Dude. Why? What do you see?” Kyle shrugged, “I don’t know. A whale, honestly. See how fat it is?” he pointed with the blonde, their hands bumping lightly. “See the tail?” “Understood. Narwal,” Kenny snorted. “Consensus agreed to,” Kyle laughed softly. He put his hand down, running his fingers through his hair as he rested back atop the grass. He let out a deep sigh. “I love this time of year.” “Don’t we all,” Kenny mindlessly agreed, stretching out and yawning a bit. Honestly to him, it wasn’t the season he cared for, he just loved his private chill times with Kyle. Nothing but the two of them talking about everything but what mattered. No one else intruding with something ridiculous. Just pure relaxation. His head fell to the side slightly, finding a patch of dandelions beside him. He sniffed slightly, grabbing the four in the patch and gently yanking them out of the ground. He grinned, waving two of them in Kyle’s face. “For you, I give thee flowers,” he decreed proudly. “Kenny, dandelions are weeds.” “I know weed when I see it and this ain’t it,” he retorted. “Shut up and make your wish on ‘em.” Kyle opened his mouth to lecture Kenny in another drug-related tangent, but just sighed tiredly, taking the weeds from his hand. The lecture could come another day. Right now the moment was too serene to ruin. “Close your eyes and I’ll count to three. Then make your wish and blow.” “That a sexual demand?” Kyle teased. Ken winked, “only if you want it to be. Now come on, close ‘em.” They both did so, Kenny counting slowly, his thoughts circling around his wishes as if his desperate voice would make them happen. “1”..Never let these moments end “2”...Let everything feel like a dream, but make it real “3”...Please never forget me Kyle They both blew against their dandelions, sending the seeds out towards the sky, watching as they danced against each other in the soft wind. “What’d you wish for?” Kyle asked sleepily, his green eyes trained on the twirling stems. “If I tell you it won’t come true,” Kenny replied softly, his own gaze staring at the entranced redhead. And I’m not going to risk that.