A\N: AS always I did not create the Gif I do not posses those skills I used the gif search bar. If you are the creator of any of the gifs I've used and would like to to Gove you proper credit please let me know and I will edit to tag you for the credit. I know I’ve been gone forever and I’m getting flakier and flakier and at this point I’m truly surprised if anyone still follows any of my stories. Again, I apologize the headspace has been utter garbage and I’m fighting as hard as I can to get content written and posted if only, I could get the headspace and the family to cooperate at the same time that would be wonderful. After all that rambling, here’s the story, enjoy and happy reading.
Yondu began to talk to Y\N trying to calm her anxiety that seemed to spike out of nowhere in the middle of the night taking her hand from his thigh and bringing it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on the back of it before placing it over his heart.
“Darlin’ I don’t know what’s got you fretting all of a sudden, but I want you to listen to me. As long as that heart right there is beating you ain’t ever gotta worry ‘bout nothin’ getting you in the night. I promise you that.”
Yondu, as gently as he could, pulled Y/N to his chest and slowly rocking her back and forth trying to calm her as quickly as possible. He didn’t know what she may have been through, but he knew it had to have been something terrible to have her this out of sorts from simply being in a different bed than her own. Why hadn’t she realized yet that she and the boy were the two safest ones on that ship as long as he was around. Yondu would rather sacrifice his own life than to ever let either or those two get hurt in any way, shape, or form.
If Y/N questions, her safety still after being on his crew for this long, could something have happened with them or was this something from her life back on Terra messing with her still? Yondu made a mental note to try and ease her into opening up as to why she had this reaction later when she was actually awake enough to delve into potential past traumas.
Yondu managed to get her calmed and back to sleep within about an hour of her waking as she had, and it was a restful rest of the night. As the day started it came with the sounding of alarms to wake and get to work on the ship. More maintenance for the ship and caring for Peter he was still young and needed taught the basics or everyday life all be it not the everyday life that was expected by him and Y/N.
Yondu carefully woke Y/N and handed off her daily Ravager attire of her denim coveralls with the Ravager emblem over the part that rests over her heart and the pants and plain white tee she wore under them. She offered a small smile as she took them and hurried off to the captain’s bathroom to ready herself for the day.
Once dressed she left the captain’s quarters, checked in on Peter, and started on her daily tasks. She did her best to avoid Yondu all day and for the most part she was successful until it came time for the nightly meal.
Yondu basically cornered her asking her why she had been avoiding him all day to which she tried to get away without responding. She wasn’t ready to talk about what had happened the night before and was going well out of her way to avoid it. She just wasn’t ready for that particular conversation with Yondu. She thought if he knew what caused her to wake the way she did in his bed he would see her as ‘soft’ and that would be the end of their relationship. Something she wasn’t ready for, nor did she want.
Yondu decided to let her avoid their conversation at that moment but was determined to at least find out what had happened last night that she had woken up so terrified. He left her eat and socialize like she normally would, but he watched her closely. Waiting for her to decide to call it a night and retire to her quarters for the night after making sure the boy was in for the night. Once she had tucked the boy in then Yondu would make his move and get her to talk to him.
Yondu was waiting outside of Peter’s quarters for Y/N to finish up the boy’s nightly bedtime routine. A fact that Y/N was unaware of until she exited Peter’s room. Upon realizing Yondu was waiting for her startled her which caused her to let out a little yelp of surprise before greeting him.
“You surprised me Cap. Wasn’t expecting you to be lurking just outside the door, Sir.” She spoke barely loud enough to be heard by him and made no efforts to make eye contact. She wasn’t entirely up for the conversation she knew was about to be had but she knew Yondu was like a bulldog with a bone when he wanted answers.
“Well Darlin’, you’ve done an excellent job of avoiding me today and I needed to talk witcha ‘bout las night…” He stopped and gave her a knowing look he had a feeling this was going to be a hard conversation to have with Y/N, but he needed to confirm his theories about his love. Deep down he wanted to be worried over nothing more than a simple bad night but something in his gut told him there was more to it. He really hoped it wasn’t as bad as he feared.
With a sigh Y/N nodded and agreed to talk with him only in his private quarters as to not risk the rest of the crew overhearing the conversation. She motioned to Yondu to lead the way back to his room as she was clearly not in any hurry to have that conversation.
Her childhood was the one thing that she never talked about. It wasn’t a good experience and not something she enjoyed revisiting. It was a harsh reminder that she was damaged goods. A fact her father would remind her of almost daily. Y/N was starting to feel the anxiety build at the thought of telling Yondu what caused that nightmare the night prior. The fear of her father’s words ringing true was weighing heavily on her. What if they were true what if once Yondu finds out about how damaged she was and decided he wasn’t interested in her anymore because the trauma was too much to deal with on top of everything else on his shoulders. What if he agreed with Y/N’s father, that she was in fact completely unlovable…
Summary - After Rocket decides to use Yondu’s Daughter’s crib for parts. Yondu is furious, however, it turns out to turn into something unexpected
Pairing - Yondu X Female Reader + Daughter
WordCount - 417
Yondu had never wanted to kill anyone more than he did right now. After the entire Ego fiasco and Yondu managing to survive, he decided he wanted to be around family so he joined forces with Peter and the rest of the guardians. You were about to give birth so Yondu wanted you to be safe and he knew there was no place safer. Once his beautiful baby girl was born he had never felt more alive.
However, this is not what he signed up for. Upon walking to his room after having a discussion with Peter the last thing he expected to see was his Daughter’s crib in pieces.
“That dam Racoon! I swear boy I’m going to string ya alive!” You heard Yondu’s shout, making your way towards him.
“Oh.” You had been hoping that Peter could have fixed your slight problem before Yondu found out.
“Ya knew about it?”
“Yeah, Peter and I were hoping to get it fixed before you realised.that Rocket had decided to use it for parts.” Yondu ran his hand over his face, he was fuming. All he asked was that his Daughters things were left alone and what do that overgrown vermin do, take apart the place in which his Daughter sleeps.
“Don’t you think I would have noticed the change.”
“Peter found one similar. Although he was speaking about some adjustments ” Speak of the devil, Peter entered the room and almost instinctively walked back out.
“Where do ya think your going boy?” Peter turns attempting to look as inconspicuous as possible.
“I was just going to see Gamora.”
“So ya weren’t about to fix your Sister’s crib after that dam Raccoon broke it.” Peter was beyond confused he didn’t quite know what the right answer was. Did he admit the truth or attempt to save Rocket’s ass and admit what he was really doing?
“Well, I was going to do that.” Peter scratched his head as he wondered why on earth how he managed to get himself into this mess.
“Well come on then boy, how about we do this together. Darlin’ why don’t ya go ahead and spend some time with Princess. I and Peter have got it from here.” While Yondu was furious with Rocket would admit that it was thanks o him that he was able to spend some quality time with Peter and be with his only son.
fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy
pairing/warnings: Yondu x Reader self insert
author’s notes: this is 110% @dynamate‘s fault
summary: explicit Yondu x Reader. There's a bar fight, Yondu makes a dad joke, and I stole a line from To Have and Have Not.
also on AO3
It had started- as all good things do- with a bar fight. A bar fight in the middle of Knowhere.
“You owe me money, scumbag.”
Those words were an old familiar friend, and you could feel your flight or fight response momentarily kick into high gear but for once they weren’t directed toward you.
The offender was a species you didn’t know but looked approximately like a lumpy boulder with a ponytail and a face. Not pretty. Though maybe he had a good personality.
And he was cracking his knuckles menacingly, standing behind a centaurian in a leather trenchcoat.
You’d recognized the uniforms. Ravagers. As soon as they’d walked in the door you’d figured trouble would be following soon after. And especially when the centaurian leader (identified as such by the way his cohorts seemed to throng around him) was carrying himself with enough swagger that even you sort of wanted to fight him to knock the surly, slightly menacing, but fully self satisfied, smirk off his face. He had blue skin, gauged with scar tissue and dark red eyes.
He sipped his drink and turned around innocentally, his eyes going up and down Big Ugly. A grin spread across his face, all sharpened teeth, some of them metal and jagged.
You knocked your drink back, already itching for this to turn bad. It had been approximately 45 minutes since your life had last been in danger and you were starting to get bored. What was the point of coming to a planet with one of the highest crime rates in the galaxy if not the excitement? You bounced your leg, watching the exchange go down from your seat a few feet away.
“Glock, you old son of a bitch” the blue ravager said amiably to the eight foot tall monster who was staring him down like he was about to eat him. You took a moment to appreciate the harsh, throaty, tone of his voice. “The last time I saw you? Lemme remember… you were fading into the distance with the Nova Corps halfway up your asshole”
The living boulder made a guttural roaring growl from his belly and took a lumbering step forward. “You left me to die out there and ran off with the loot!”
“So I did!” the ravager chuckled, still calm as ever, and raised his drink, grin spreading wider so that the light bounced off his metal teeth.
The big guy grabbed the front of his jacket and shook him once. “Today’s the day I make you sorry”
The smile dropped off the ravager’s face but he still regarded the attacker complacently, flicking his coat back and putting his hand to a holster strapped to his hip. “I bet you won’t.” he said, gripping something thin and red in his hand.
You tipped back on your barstool to try and see what it was, watching all this as eagerly as a sports match.
Big Ugly grabbed Blue by the wrist before he could draw fully whatever weapon he had.
But the centaurian smirked, chuckling to himself. He calmly turned to the skinny, scruffy looking peon beside him and said “hold my drink” depositing it in his hand before rolling his shoulders once, and slamming his forehead directly against Ugly’s, knocking him back three feet with impressive force.
Aaand we’re off, you thought.
The bar erupted. There was never need for much instigation in these type of establishments- you knew from experience.
Broken glass, the smell of spilled booze, fists flying, the thud of bodies hitting the floor and punches landing, a missing tooth sailing past your ear. This is the life.
You picked up a bar stool and broke it over someone’s head. They dropped. In the chaos you supposed drinks were free now and quickly grabbed a bottle from behind the bar (the bartender was a tad preoccupied- some species with tentacles was wrapped around his head and he’d wildly tried shooting it off with a pistol with no effect other than sending bullets ricocheting off the walls and further escalating the chaos) and sucked it down.
Blue menace seemed to have been following a similar line of thought. You saw someone take a swing at his head. It missed- probably because the attacker was a little distracted by a bright red arrow flying through his skull before he could land the punch. Blue guy deftly caught the drink the other man had been holding in his fist before he hit the floor with a death rattle groan. He threw it back in one sweep.
It was hard not to keep your eyes on the blue ravager, even amidst the crowd. The arrow he was controlling zipped through the throng with precision, leaving a streak of red in its wake. The man controlling it sat back casually on the only bar stool remaining upright, thighs spread and arms balanced on the bar behind him, felling any foe before they got close enough to touch him. His lips were pursed in a whistle that you could hear faintly, its own melody among the shouts and rabble.
You preferred a bit more of a hands on approach. Someone had broken a bottle over the back of your head and frankly that was just rude, so you grabbed the someone or something by the tusk and slammed its head against the bar, shattering the wood.
You were feeling rather happy about your work until the red arrow whizzed past your ear. You whipped around and saw it pierce through the chest of a man behind you, who had both hands raised above his head holding an axe that had been seconds away from coming down on you. Needless to say that was no longer in the cards with blood pouring down the front of his shirt and a sort of dopey ‘hey what happened?’ look on his face as he crumpled to the floor. You turned to blue guy and raised the drink in your hand amiably. “Cheers for that, man!” you shouted at him. He raised an eyebrow at you and grinned, mouth full of jagged edges and metal. He raised his own drink back with a nod in your direction. Then it was back into the fray for both of you.
Then someone had to escalate the situation by pulling out a ray gun. And that’s just unsporting. You dropped to your hands and knees, crawling as you saw others drop to the ground and your eye level around you. You made it to the bar and saw blue guy already stooped underneath it, occasionally poking his head up only to duck back down to narrowly miss a blue shot of energy from frying the red mohawk right off the top of his head.
“Fancy meeting you down here” you said, imitating his pose and curling your knees up to your chest.
“The drinks are bad but I keep coming back for the atmosphere” he shot back, both of you shouting over the unruly noise of yelling and the ‘pew pew’ of that idiot’s ray gun.
“I just want to clarify” you said with a wince as something shattered above your head “I’m not a coward. And I’m not down here because I’m hiding. I’m pretty sure I dropped something on the ground.”
“Was it your dignity?”
“That must be it. It’s small enough that it’s going to be hard to find in this mess”
“Well, Not-A-Coward. I’m Yondu.” he peered over the edge of the bar. “And I’m sick of this dude.”
He unfurled his fingers from the arrow he was holding and it levitated into the air on silent command. He whistled through his teeth and it sprang to life, darting up over the bar. You didn’t see it happen but you heard the shout and the thunk and then there was no more ray gun firing. A few people cheered. The fighting raged on with renewed vigor and liveliness. You exuberantly kicked a Krylorian in the chest as you pulled yourself out from under the bar. Yondu was fighting bare fisted in addition to his arrow, you saw him elbow someone in the nose with admirable panache.
It was distracting and you took a roundhouse kick to the face for your pause. Yondu laughed at you. Dick. While he was laughing someone smashed a bottle against the side of his head. Sometimes karma works fast.
The bottle smasher was about seven feet tall of grimy purple scales and had an extra eyeball on his chin. Yondu had to tilt his head back to make eye contact even with the bottom eye. That looked, to you, like a two person project.
“Scuse me” you said as warning before clasping Yondu firmly by the shoulder and pushing down to propel yourself up to jump on the bar. That afforded enough height to smash the flat of your fist down on Big Guy’s head with a ‘thump’ that sounded like an instant concussion in your semi-professional opinion.
“Do I look like a jumping off point to you, boy?” Yondu snapped at you over the din.
“Yeah” you replied easily.
He muttered something under his breath. The three eyed giant was still on his feet, eyes rolling around dazedly. Yondu wolf whistled and the arrow swirled around his head. The giant batted at it like it was a fly he could catch and for his troubles, the arrow sliced right through his palm and he stumbled away screeching.
Yondu shouted over his shoulder at you “Well while you’re back behin’ the bar see if anyone’s gotten to the cash register yet!”
“I’m like two steps ahead of you!” you were shoving handfuls of money into your pockets and tucking a bottle of something that looked expensive into your coat.
The arrow flew back into Yondu’s hand and he leaned over the bar to leer at you, propping his chin on his fist as if there wasn’t utter chaos reigning down from all sides. “Wanna get out of here and head someplace a little more upscale?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Behind the dumpster in the alley outside.”
“You really know how to make a guy feel special, don’t you?”
It took some maneuvering but Yondu whistled a happy tune as he lead you out and his magic arrow covered you, leaving senseless bloodshed in its wake and letting you both stroll out the back door at your leisure.
The general smell of smoke in the air that pervaded the city like a cloud covered up any dumpster smell. Which you were grateful for. Because you were going to have to do a lot of breathing through your nose when your mouth was preoccupied with Yondu’s.
You smashed your lips against his, biting against the chapped, rough, skin as he opened his mouth to you, swirling his tongue around yours. You felt the sting and familiar taste of your own blood as your tongue slashed against the jagged edges of his teeth. You liked it and did it again, the harsh pain of the laceration making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. He sucked the red that spilled off your lower lip.
You had him grasped by the front of his jacket, his back against the outside wall of the bar. You thrust one leg between his thighs, satisfied to feel an erection straining against his leather pants. You pressed your hips together and slid up and down slowly as you continued locking lips.
“You know how whistle, don’t you, boy?” he growled as you pulled away for air. His voice was even deeper then and he knotted his fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck and tugged you downward, until you were on your knees in front of him. He smirked. “Just put your lips together- and blow.”
You worked open the front of his pants eagerly and did just that, sucking down his length in one go, opening up the back of your throat to him and wrapping your tongue around the base of his cock.
There were two small, red, fins that wrapped around his testes that were fluttering slightly. You sucked one of them between your lips and felt his pulse in it, thrumming. He seemed to enjoy that from the sound he made in reaction.
Your hand fisted around his cock- which was as blue as the skin of his face, but a bruised purple at the tip. You sucked on it, moving your head up and down and gripping his thighs to balance. It hurt your newly injured tongue but you were too caught up to mind much.
As you pulled back you let your teeth scrape lightly against his shaft and heard a satisfying yelp that quickly turned into chuckle as he dug his fingernails hard into the back of your neck in retaliation. “Easy there, darlin’. Don’t damage the goods.”
You hummed in the back of your throat and rubbed your hand over your own crotch, needing some attention there while you worked.
The back door to the bar burst open. Yondu’s cohort, the skinny, dirty looking one stumbled out and landed face first, regurgitated some blood and possibly a tooth, and looked up blearily to see you with Yondu’s dick poised an inch from your mouth. He gave a thumbs up. Yondu gave him a thumbs up back. Then he picked himself up and threw himself back into the bar, the sound of shouting and glass breaking faintly becoming clear before the door closed behind him.
“Where were we?” you said innocently. You smirked affectionately at the purple cock head bobbing against your mouth. “Oh, right.”
You swallowed him to the base again, exhaling through your nose and stretching your lips wide enough that drool and a bit of leftover blood dripped down your chin. He made a satisfied groan above you.
“We’re going to want to clear out of here before that fight dies down” you said, slightly out of breath when you pulled away after a few firm sucks. You stood up and shoved your pants down to your knees, turning around and bracing one hand against the wall.
You were no blushing virgin and not much prep was needed, especially with his cock lubricated with your spit. Yondu pressed into you without ceremony and you groaned at the initial burning stretch.
Your fingernails dug into the brick wall and you grit your teeth as you felt him push in until he was filling you to the hilt. His arm wrapped around your waist, pawing at your front, rubbing across your pelvis before taking a firm grip of the shape of your genitals. Then you felt his tongue slide wetly across the back of your neck leading to a harsh bite at your earlobe, drawing blood from where the sharp tip of his teeth broke the skin.
The whimper that escape your mouth was shamefully undignified when he slowly drew out of you again before thrusting back with full force until his hips slapped against your ass and forced you crotch further against his palm.
You could hear that he was enjoying this as much as you were, could feel the sharp exhales of hot breath on the nape of your neck as he started rocking into you at a brutal rhythm- shallow, quick humps intermixed with slow, drawn out ones that drew back until you could feel his cock head pressing against your rim before he stroked back into you. If you were never able to sit down again, it would still be worth it.
Yondu’s hand was equally merciless on you, his grip bruising and his palm calloused against the sensitive skin as he pinched and stroked at you until your head was swimming with no other thought than the mix of pleasure and pain.
When he growled “come for me, boy” you did just that, eyes rolling into the back of your head and knees immediately sagged beneath you, your whole body going limp. The only thing keeping you upright was his hand on your now hyper sensitive genitals and his cock still inside you, rubbing up against the only part of you that wasn’t numb and hazy with satisfied pleasure.
He gave a last few jerks before you felt slickness and heard the grunt and satisfied chuckle as he pulled out, now limp.
You needed a moment to catch your breath, turning around with your back to the wall but your pants still around your ankles. Yondu was smirking, eyes slowly looking you up and down like he was satisfied with his work.
“We’re on our way to a big score. Could use someone like you.” he said casually as you hiked your pants up and buttoned them close. “Good money to be made. But it’s gonna be dangerous. And very illegal.”
You shrugged one shoulder. “Sounds like my type of job.”
A/N: Okay all this one got away from me a bit and sorta took off on its own and to be utterly honest I haven’t got the foggiest idea of where this is going at all. I wish to apologize for the excessive run-on sentences/paragraphs. You’d think by now I’d know what I was doing and be a pro at this. Anyway here it is please enjoy ~Queenie.
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Yondu took her back to his quarters and got her into his shower, letting her shower in peace he set to arranging his room to accommodate both of them. Tonight, he wasn’t letting Y/N out of his sight he was afraid that if he were to leave her by herself, she would focus far too much on the negative things about them as a couple that were intent on creeping into her mind. At least if he were there to hold her through the night, she wouldn’t be alone with just her thoughts.
He knocked on the door that led to the shower and told her that he would be right back he was running over to her quarters for a moment to grab her sleep clothes and a change of clothes for her in the morning. She tried to argue with him, but he was gone as quick as he had appeared. By the time she was finished and drying off Yondu returned and shyly handed off her pajamas that she insisted on wearing even though Yondu insisted that they weren’t lady like. Yondu grumbled the entire time Y/N dressed, but once she stepped out of his bathroom he stopped in an instant. In awe of simplistic beauty.
Y/N tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear, starting to turn a light shade of pink, again, under Yondu’s gaze. She wasn’t used to such attention. Back home she was always too plain or too boring or something along those lines for the guys back home. Yondu’s enamored stare was still a new concept for her. She watched the blue man before her questioningly pondering his intentions in her mind. He had never been this insistent on her staying with him before. She didn’t fear him, but this was a new thing for him and between them.
Yondu, again, could sense the apprehension coming off her Y/N’s body. To sooth her concerns he gave her a gentle smile before speaking to calm her, “It’s alright, Darlin’. Only thing that’s goin’ to happen in here t’night is sleeping. No funny business, I promise. I just want ta make sure that mind of your’s don’t go getting’ to ya and messin’ up what we got goin’ here. I want nothin’ but your company t’night, Darlin.”
Nodding Y/N agreed that staying with her captain tonight would probably be for the best because she sure did have a lot wandering through her mind that could have potentially done damage to their budding relationship. She knew what her mind did all too well and this was the one thing that she didn’t want it to mess up.
She whispered a soft, “Okay Captain.” And moved closer to him, reaching out a hand hoping for him to take it. Which he did and gently pulled her into his arms, kissing her gently on her forehead hoping the innocent gesture would calm her evident nerves. It did. She rested her head on his chest and smiled against it.
Yondu pulled her back from him again offering that same harmless inviting smile as he spoke to her, “Now Darlin’ you gonna be okay with me sleeping shirtless? I know you ain’t quite ready for me sleepin’ in da buff…” He gave Y/N a wink as he finished speaking and looked her in the eyes waiting on his answer.
Y/N offer him a shy smile in return and nodded in response, “That’s fine Cap. You know I don’t mind seeing you shirtless. It’s quite an impressive sight in my opinion.” She offered him a wink of her own and a mischievous little grin and let go of her Captain.
Yondu felt saddened by the loss of contact with her and smiled and gave her a gentle and playful swat across her bottom, “Alright Darlin’, git on dat bed and git yourself comfortable. I’m goin’ to get myself ready fir bed and I’ll be right out.”
Y/N squeaked in surprise at the swat and nodded again listening to Yondu and situated herself on one side of the bed making sure to leave more than enough room for him. This was going to be a new experience for her as she had been an only child without many close friends and have never shared a bed with anyone before let alone a romantic interest. She had never actually slept with anyone else in the room much less with someone next to her in the bed.
As she was lost in these thoughts and fussing with the little bit of the covers, she had allowed herself to take Yondu had stepped out of the bathroom and watched her for a moment in complete silence, smiling to himself. While he wasn’t going to actually “have” his woman, he still had her in his bed for the night and in his opinion this way was far more intimate than if he were to have sex with her. He definitely wanted that at some point with her but tonight was all about holding her tight though the night and, hopefully, calming any and all concerns that her mind could throw at her. They had been so close to that point earlier much like other times that week only to be interrupted, again. It was always something on that ship it seems that fortunately the only ones that have caught him and Y/N in his quarters together were Peter and Tullk. Neither of them would end up telling anyone on the ship. Thankfully.
Neither Y/N nor Yondu was prepared for the almost guaranteed crap fest that would come from the rest of the crew finding out about their relationship. They both knew there would be at least a fight if not a full-blown riot from the rest of Yondu’s Ravager crew. Yondu didn’t want that on his hands just yet and he knew for certain his woman wasn’t ready for all of that chaos. He knew his crew would think him soft and that Y/N was trying to sleep her way to first mate despite being one of the only ones on the ship that was willing to do every bit of maintenance and cleaning and what not that none of the other will do. Yondu had talked many times with Y/N over the year plus that Y/N had been with him and his crew about the first mates’ position on the ship and she has flat out refused it every time it came up. She was perfectly content with her ‘generic run of the mill grunt’ position. He knew she was happy with the minimal preferential treatment she was given. The separate quarters from the rest of the crew and things like that.
All these things passed through Yondu’s mind as he walked from the bathroom to his bed and laid down on his back lifting his left arm inviting the timid Y/N to curl into his side and lay her head in his chest. Reassuring her that it was alright and that she was safe. Telling her that he wasn’t sure of the exact name of this on Terra, but he called it ‘Snugglin’ which as she was inching away from the wall she had been hugging and closer to him she let out a light giggle telling him that was essentially what they called it there too.
As he was lowering his arm around Y/N he felt her tentatively reach her arm across his abdomen and lightly place her hand on his chest as he softly assured her that it was okay, she rested her head on his chest and was asleep in moments.
But the sleep was short lived as she shifted away from him only a couple hours later and jumped awake momentarily forgetting why she wasn’t in her bed, waking Yondu with her sudden gasp.
Yondu jumped ready to protect both Y/N and himself only to realize there was no tangible threat in the room when he discovered her sitting up trying to stop the slight tremble she had woken up with. He immediately started trying to sooth Y/N telling her she was alright and that she was safe. He gently wrapped an arm around her to try to stop her trembling. This seemed to sooth her well enough as he murmured soothing words in her ears, he felt a shaky hand on his upper thigh and could just about feel Y/N turning bright red at her own brazen actions and in a soft voice he heard her whisper his name…
okay all I am partway through the next part of my Yondu Udanta fic and hope to have that finished up and posted for you by the end of this week at latest (ideally) this weekend. I am doing everything I can to keep focus on anything but the issues with the Jeep because the stress is getting the better of me. So yeah here’s to a planned (and hopefully) productive week.
