Yondu Imagines

You are Enough for Me

Strict. That's all he ever was with you. Although loving and understanding at times, he was mostly cold.

When you were first married, he was very off putting at times. Back straight, knees and feet together, and many other constant reminders. You realized that he was trying to make you just like his model of a girlfriend he had years ago. She had disappeared and he was devastated. But he loved you more now, right?

And, on top of that, he was always telling you things you did wrong. It was frustrating at first, but you learned to live with it. You knew he had a rough past, and understood the difficulties that came with that situation. Although you loved Yondu with everything you had in you, it was tough to accept that he thought you weren't enough. Although, again, you learned to live with it.

He always seemed to have something to remind you to do, and you decided to accept if for what it was- you weren't and never would be enough in Yondu's eyes.

This afternoon was rough.

He came home from a meeting frustrated, and retreated to the back of the ship, which was his workspace. This had become more and more common, and you let him be.

You cleaned the house, and when it came time for the workroom, you walked right into the open doorway.

Dusting, scrubbing, sweeping.

Eventually you had to somewhat clean the lab. Knocking first, Yondu opened the door and let you in.

You cleaned, then sat down in the lab after putting the supplies away.

Yondu kept working, and you soon realized the glances at you meant something.

Straightening up, knees and feet together, you defiantly stared back.

"Shoulders back."

You nodded sadly, and put your shoulders back.

Yondu noticed the sadness in your stature, and how your beautiful (e/c) eyes were close to tears. Your hands lay gently on your stomach.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" He inquired softly.

"Nothing," you whispered back, staring into the oblivion.

"(Y/n), I know you. Don't lie to me. What is going on?"

"Yondu, I think that's the problem. You don't know me as well as you think you do."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Yondu, I love you, and always will. But don't you think I've noticed? I understand you've had a rough past, and I'm sorry, but I can't live according to your every command. It's getting really old really fast. And I'm sorry that I can't be your former supermodel love. I'm just not built that way and I can't stand trying to be somebody else all the time."

Yondu flinched angrily at the mention of his lost love.

"Why did you bring her up? You know that's something you should NEVER talk about."

You stumbled backwards when he took several anger-filled steps towards you.

"Don't you think I've noticed? The only reason you tell me all these 'sit up straight' statements is because that's how she acted. You only get me the beautiful clothes and shoes because she was beautiful in those styles. Not that I don't love them, but it's discouraging when I wake up every morning knowing I'll never be as talented, as perfect or as beautiful as her. Yondu, I understand. And I'll try my best to be like her, if that makes you happy. Just know I'll never be perfect. I'll never be the perfect wife you want me to be."

Yondu was furious.

"(Y/n) Udonta...." He started.

"Yondu, I'm sorry."