#davy jones imagines

[savvythepirate]

How they react when seeing scars from the past

Jack Sparrow:

• You couldn’t deny the fact that you instantly felt insecure about the scars from your dark past when Jack Sparrow saw them for the first time

• Jack may think that someone is currently hurting you and will question you about it, at first he thinks otherwise as you tell him the honest truth

• Jack would want to and is capable of disposing of anyone who has the nerve to hurt you, you may have to hold him back before things end badly

• “If you want them to live, you better keep them out of my sights.” He would say and you would just roll your eyes at that statement from him

• “You’re being ridiculous.” You throw back, in return, getting a scoff as he turns to walk away

• As if Jack Sparrow wasn’t overly protective already, this made him even more, especially after telling him about the painful past, how they got there and who actually did this to you

• You agree that if Jack ever encounters the monster, he could do whatever he pleases

Hector Barbossa:

• Although you knew you couldn’t hide the scars forever, Barbossa would see them sometime and you won’t have a choice other than to be truthful of how you received scars from the past

• After he sees them for the first time, he thinks that you’re in harm’s way and you’re just not telling him

• Once you’re finally able to get him to calm down, you’re able to tell him how they really did happen and Barbossa believes you, but he still can’t shake the thought that you aren’t being completely honest in the beginning after he made his own suggestion on how they came to be

• You reassure him continuously until he gets it through his head, which takes you a while but you’re able to help him think of it differently than before

• In the beginning, Barbossa is actually very understanding about how this can be a sensitive topic for you or anyone for that matter to talk about, so he waits patiently on your terms when you’re ready to tell him

• The only thing you aren’t completely truthful about are the names you had given him of who did that to you, you change their names to protect their identity from Barbossa

• You’re a very forgiving person and that’s one of the things Barbossa loves about you

• You couldn’t help it, you were born that way and continue to live it

Will Turner:

• He’s not quite sure what to make of it at first, but when you tell him your story, you don’t leave out a detail and it hits home to him

• Ever since seeing your scars for the first time, Will has sworn to be even more overly protective of you

• He keeps a sharp eye on you, and when he can’t, he gets someone else to look after you, not giving that person a choice, he couldn’t go without knowing you were more than okay and safe

• It helps him to have a peace of mind knowing you were being looked after, when he asked who did this to you, you made the mistake of telling him the actual names of those responsible for it and would later come to regret it

• Will secretly turns it into a manhunt to catch those responsible

• You don’t find out until they have actually found the people, they bring them to trial and sentence them

• They were sent to be executed, but you didn’t attend it

• You’re a little upset that Will went and did that, but than you’ve come to understand that he did so with reason and now, with that taken care of, it makes it a little safer for you and other individuals

• It prevents them from hurting anyone else and you took victory in that

• Though you were a little more forgiving than Will, you wanted others to be safe and sometimes there is no other way to make sure of that

• Will would eventually come find you later and apologize to you for doing what he did

• You had already forgiven him

***

@savvythepirate

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Characters:

• Jack Sparrow

• Davy Jones

• Hector Barbossa

• Will Turner

[davyjonesblogger]

Stupid Games and Stupid Prizes

A Davy Jones drabble

Requested by: @kyuoki

Note: I apologize for the very long wait, I took a break from writing for a while due to family stuff. But here you go! Hope you like it!

Prompt: #34) “Oh my god! Get off me!”

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Being the only woman onboard the Flying Dutchman was not easy, not at all.

In fact, it has becoming more of a challenge for you more and more everyday. Not only were you the only woman onboard, you were also the only living being. The Dutchman, or rather Davy Jones, had encountered you by chance, you seeing that you were stranded in the middle of the ocean and when he offered you a place onboard, you couldn’t deny it and ultimately agreed.

To say that the crew didn’t take a liking to you would be an understatement. The only one who treated you with decent respect was Bootstrap Bill, the best way to describe it would be they noticed Davy having a soft spot for you and spares you from the harsh punishments and the cruelty within him. The crew onboard looked at you as the enemy for this, they were almost envious of you and had made it their mission to make your life miserable in any way. Everyone but Bootstrap picked on you by coming up from behind, covering your eyes with their hands and would say, “Guess who?”

You were at your task, paying no mind to anyone but yourself.

You were so focused on getting your task done, which was sweeping the deck of the ship, you didn’t hear Davy’s stump as he walked up behind you. It was when Davy cleared his throat you quickly lashed out at him, mistaking him as another crew member wanting to play the stupid games again.

“Oh my god! Get off me!” you scream, turning to face whoever it was before any physical contact could be made.

Seeing it was Davy Jones, your heart leapt in your throat out of fear, fully believing you had just earned yourself a punishment.

“I’m so sorry, captain!” you quickly apologize, though he doesn’t say anything at first.

“Who did you think I was?”

You debated on lying to him, but you know just as well as everyone else that you cannot lie to Davy Jones.

After a moment of thinking of what to say, you let the confession of being disrespected by the crew roll off your tongue. Once you’ve finished telling Davy everything, he was clearly not pleased, and it takes him a moment to say anything back. Hearing what’s been going on this whole time, that you’ve been disrespected infuriated him, and he was going to do something about it.

“You have nothing to apologize for, (Y/n). It’s them who should be sorry. Matter of fact, I think that’s what I’ll go do now.”

You panicked.

You didn’t want any more trouble than what you already had with them.

“Davy, please don’t do this.”

But Davy was already a step ahead of you, now you may have believed he’s ignored your pleas and was about to go do something mad.

However, that’s not what happens when he faces the crew. You couldn’t quite catch on to every word Davy was saying to them, due to the storm that was coming in. But you picked on the last bit and it was enough to help you understand that he in fact did hear you, and understanding the meaning of what’s being said.

“If I hear any more about this going around, then there will be problems. Consider this to be your only warning.” Davy threatens, before turning back to you.

You couldn’t help but smile, as a sigh of relief leaving your lips.

~~~

[jungle--cruisin]

comic practice

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,057

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

Rating - SFW (Includes injuries involving flogging obviously.)

Reading time (roughly) - 10 minutes

It's been a while since I watched these movies, so some things are not going to be super accurate. Just roll with it my lovelies.

Pushing Will aside (Y/n) stepped forward to face Davy Jones. "I will take his place." She stated suddenly, confusing both Will and Davy Jones. "You will take his place?" The Captain asked in bemusement, a amused smirk on his lips. "Yes." She stated confidently, shaking off Will's arm when he tried pulling her back. "(Y/n) what are you doing?" He hissed at her, again trying to pull her away, giving up when she shook him off a second time. "And why should I let you take Mr. Turner's lashings?" Davy Jones asked, several of his crew mates chuckling at the absurd demand. "Because then he'll actually learn his lesson." She stated matter-of-factly before continuing. "Will's a proud man, if you punish him, he won't learn, he'll only disobey you again, and the cycle will continue." (Y/n) allowed the Captain a moment to think before continuing. "But he's also a honorable man, and should I be punished for his actions, he'll think twice about causing trouble." She concluded, and she could tell Davy Jones saw her perspective. "Very well. The woman will be flogged." The Captain concluded, his men quickly grabbing her arms, and pulling her to the mast. "No!" Will argued trying to put a stop to this, he was grabbed by his father and only held back for a few moments before he broke away.

"You can't do this!" He shouted when he reached her, attempting to pull the crew members away from her. (Y/n) pushed them away and faced Will. "Don't." She warned, not fighting the men when they took ahold of her shoulders. "If you interfere, you'll only make this worse for me." She hissed at him, her serious expression turning to shock when the crew mates tore the back of her shirt open. "Captain get a look at this!" One of the guys barked with amusement, turning (Y/n)'s back to Davy Jones who stood with the rest of the crew. The crew burst into laughter, and the Captain chuckled in amusement. Her back bare to his gaze, Will gawked in astonishment at the sight, where over a dozen large scars littered her back. "It would seem this isn't the first time you've been flogged." Davy Jones mused, waving his arm for them to continue. "No no I can't-!" Will shouted when his father dragged him back by the shoulders. "Will you need to stop, if you keep this up, they will whip her to the bone." His father warned, and the young man went slack, knowing his words were true. "But shes- I-" Will muttered, cutting himself off as he locked eyes with her. "I know son, I know." The old pirate pat his sons shoulder in a vain attempt to comfort him. (Y/n) was shoved against the ships mast, her arms pulled around it, and bound tightly with rope. "She doesn't deserve this." Will muttered mournfully, his heart breaking at the sight of the fear building in her eyes. "She's a tough woman, she will be fine." Bootstrap consoled his son, releasing his hold on him, believing Will wouldn't do anything stupid or rash.

The first strike pulled a pained cry from the woman, and blood stained the deck, instantly getting washed away with the rain. Will couldn't control himself, when the second lashing came, rushing forward to comfort her. "Will don't!" Bootstrap shouted, but it was to late. Will stood before her, taking her hands in his, and resting his forehead against hers. One of the crew mates moved to pull Will away from her, assuming he was trying to free her. "Leave him." Davy Jones commanded, knowing Will wasn't trying to untie her, and allowing him to remain so close to her, knowing it would only hurt him more. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Will wept as she was struck again, and again. Her cries choked and breathless, the pain splitting across her back nearly unbearable. "I swore to protect you." His whisper was pained, as he peered into her watery eyes. "I'm so sorry I have failed you." He squeezed her hands, his own heart breaking at the sound of the whip crack. On the eighth whip crack, (Y/n)'s knees buckled and she fell slack against the mast. Will quickly moved his hands to grab the underside of her bent arms, and pull her to stand up straight. Knowing if she was hunched down, the whip was likely to strike her head, and the man wielding damned thing wouldn't care. "It's almost over." He tried to assure her, knowing the sentencing was only ten lashings. "Hang in there." He whispered, their tears mixing with the heavy fall of rain, foreheads resting together.

The ninth strike, and every muscle in her body shook from the shock, and pain of it all. The tenth and final strike came harder than the others, the force making (Y/n) crumble to the ground, despite Will's attempts to keep her upright. "She has the rest of the day to rest, but I expect her to be on deck working first thing in the morning." Davey Jones dismissed, the crew mates departing to go about their work, leaving Will to help (Y/n). "Take it easy, I've got you, I've got you." He murmured quickly untying her hands, and easing her into his arms as gently as he could. She whimpered in pain, clinging to his arms, her body still shaking from the shock and pain. "Easy firefly easy." He murmured softly, the nickname bringing a ghost of a smile to her face. "I'm okay Will." She murmured weakly, trying to stand on wobbly legs. Instinctively Will wrapped his arm around her back, nearly jumping away from her when she cried out in pain. She fell forward in an instant, and Will rushed forward to catch her in his arms. Now chest to chest, his hands rest firmly on her hips. Swiftly he hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, while she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and buried her face into his neck. "I'm sorry, I've got you now." He whispered into her hair as he carried her below deck. Once they were below deck, and away from prying eyes, Will sat her atop a sturdy table.

"I need to clean your wounds." Will stated in a soft tone, slowly moving to unbutton her now ruined shirt. Moving slow enough to give her the opportunity to push him away, should she want him to stop. She didn't fight him, and allowed him to slide the shirt off of her shoulders. Gently he slipped the shirt from her arms, and tossed the ruined fabric aside. He kept his eyes locked with hers, as she sat before him, bare from the waist up. "Why did you do it?" He asked the question that had been burning in his mind like hellfire. "To keep you from causing any more trouble." She murmured, her words only making Will scoff. "Bullshit. Why did you do it?" He insisted. "Because it's what you do!" (Y/n) suddenly shouted as best she could, grunting at the pain in her back. "You protect the ones you love, no matter what it takes." She huffed before slumping forward. Despite the shock he felt at her words, Will was quick to catch her by the shoulders. "You..." He tried to gather his thoughts, a far away look in his eyes. "Forget it." She grunted, holding herself upright and turning her back to him. "My cuts need dealt with." She reminded him, and in a instant Will rushed to work. Carefully he cleaned each of the open wounds, unable to keep his mind from running a mile a minute. His fingers subconsciously tracing over one of the old scars, muttering an apology when she suddenly pulled away from him.

"What happened?" He asked in a soft whisper. (Y/n) chuckled bitterly, glancing over her shoulder. "The life of a pirate isn't an easy one... Especially with a brother like Jack." She muttered the last part so only Will could hear. "Your-?" He cut himself off, knowing if Davy Jones found out, it could end horribly. "He's reckless." She chuckled again. "Just like someone else I know." Will smiled softly when she glanced over her shoulder at him. "I never meant for you to get hurt." Will muttered as he prepped a needle and thread. "Yeah I know." She shrugged a little. "But I also know that what I told Davy Jones is true. Had it been you to get flogged, you would have ended up making the same mistake of pissing off the Captain of the Flying Dutchman." He hated to admit it, but he knew she was right. "And if I was the one to get hurt, you might actually take the time to stop and think, and maybe just maybe you'd learn to keep your head down." She continued, hissing when Will began stitching her wounds. "We can't just do nothing." Will said, trying not to sound angry. "Jack will come for us, we just need to bide our time." (Y/n) said in a soft tone. "Jack? How can he possibly save us? You heard what Davy Jones said." Will argued, trying to keep his hands steady as he worked on her stitches. "He owns one hundred souls... How can he possibly get one hundred souls?" Will's voice was mournful. "Do you know how Jack came to owe Davy Jones so many souls?" (Y/n) asked pain evident in her voice, making Will slow his work.

"To get back the Pearl." Will stated, and (Y/n) chuckled softly. "Eighty souls would have bought him the Pearl. The other twenty were for me." She explained, her words making Will still in his work for a moment. "You see when Barbossa staged a mutiny, and stole the Pearl from Jack, he kept me prisoner. Knowing full well how close me and Jack are, he wanted to rub salt in the wound." She sighed when Will washed away the blood that had spilled as he worked. "I died Will." He froze at her words. "When the Pearl went down, I went down with her. I drowned of all things." She chuckled bitterly. "Jack bargained for twenty more souls to bring me back." She turned to look at Will. "Jack is reckless, a little crazy, and sometimes a selfish coward... But he always comes back, he always does the right thing, and he does whatever it takes for the ones he cares about." Will smiled faintly at her words, she really believes in her brother, and for her he's willing to believe in Jack as well. "You know... Before you told me Jack was your brother, I thought you guys were a couple." Will smiled at the face she pulled. "But I'm glad to know you aren't." He added before kissing her cheek. "I-" (Y/n) tried, but Will cut her off, turning her back around to finish patching her up. "And I'm glad to know you love me back." He added in a soft tone, kissing the nape of her neck, smiling when she shuddered in response.

Once he finished patching her up, he took and wrapped her torso securely with wrappings. And with that done, he removed his shirt, assisted her into it, and buttoned it up slowly. "What about Elizabeth?" (Y/n) asked after a moment, having been unable to think about what he said. "I thought you loved her?" She added. "I thought I did too. That is until I met you." His knuckles brushed across her cheekbone. "How many times have you saved my life, or protected me?" Will asked with a smile. "You need it." She smiled. "Yeah I guess I do..." His smile slowly faded as he thought about what had happened. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through this, that I did this to you... I promise... I promise you I won't let this happen again." Will insisted, resting his forehead against hers. "You know that's what Jack always says, when he gets me into some crazy situation that risks life and death." (Y/n) mused with a grin. "The life of a pirate isn't an easy one, but luckily for me, I was born to be a pirate." She added, making Will smile. "You should get some rest, the Captain expects you to be working on deck in the morning." He helped her off of the table, laid back in the hammock, and pulled her gently to lay chest to chest with him. "Drink up me hearties yo ho." (Y/n) sang softly, a tired smile pulling at her lips. "Sleep love." Will encouraged her, kissing the crown of her head.

Buy me a coffee sometime? ☕️

(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)

[holdy-caulfield]

I was listening to The Monkees recently. When the producers of the show didn’t allow them to write their own songs, the songs were about love, girls, some broken heart, just 60s pop stuff.

When they finally were allowed to write their own stuff, they’d write some songs about a man committing s*icide, mental asylum, referencing drugs quite openly, describing apocalyptic landscape, and one of the first punk songs.

Dolenz’ stuff was almost always experimental with the structure, tempo and lyrics. Peter Tork was spilling bars and was very versatile, and amazingly good when it came to psychedelics. Michael could write the country song about love the first day and full on avant garde the next day.

The Monkees themselves were writing DARK songs. Wish they allowed them to be fully creative from the beginning. But there’s a showbiz for you.

[inaccurate-janto-conversations]

Rhiannon: *calling Ianto*

Ianto: Hi Rhiannon, are the kids ok?

Rhiannon: Yeah they're fine, I was just wondering-

*sounds of machinery in the background*

Rhiannon: ...what's going on? Is this a bad time?

Ianto: Oh that? No yeah its fine I'm just tossing my boyfriend off a cliff.

Rhiannon: You're...what? What's going on? Is everything alright?

Ianto: Oh yeah. It's just that he's currently fully encased in cement so I've gotta break him out.

Rhiannon: ...

Rhiannon: But wouldn't that kill him Ianto?? If this is a bad time I can-

Ianto: *laughs* Oh don't worry about him he'll be fine. So what's up?

[127-crew]

How they would comfort you

Jack Sparrow:

• Jack Sparrow has a habit of trying to fix problems on his own, and when he wanted to fix whatever had you bothered, you ask him not to, that the best thing he can do for you is just to remain by your side, so he obliges

• Jack will try to get an image of how you’re feeling, but it’s a challenge when it comes to reading body language rather than hear it through words

• Jack isn’t very good at reading others, even you. You always have to tell him, which you honestly didn’t mind doing.

• Jack never was good at offering good advice once you’ve finished telling him. By doing this, Jack seems to be a good listener.

• He offers physical affection, his actions are stronger than words when it comes to you and sometimes that was better, all you need to see that everything is okay and will work out in the end

• Physical affection would include running his fingers lightly through your hair, and that often did the trick in making you feel so relaxed that you begin to doze off

• The next step in physical affection would be taking you into his sleeping quarters and the both of you would be cuddling as he continues to comfort you

• Pulls you close to him

• Promising you in a hushed tone that he would always be there for you

• Once you begin to feel better, you begin to speak

• “Can we stay like this for a little while? It’s nice.”

• Jack would release a small laugh as he agrees to your request

• He loves you to pieces and hated it to see that something has bothered you so much

• Jack had a way of making it all seem not so bad

Hector Barbossa:

• To see you so upset, the very first thing that Barbossa would often think you were upset because of something he has done

• It took a lot for him to finally ask you if it was anything he did and would try to comfort you with apologies before giving you the chance to explain what was going on

• Once you confirmed it had nothing to do with anything he had done, it was a huge relief for him as he tries to help you through whatever was troubling

• Unlike Jack Sparrow, he uses words as a tool for comforting you, he’ll say the sweetest things to you, in which you know he is very sincere and is true to them, no matter how long in time

• “I’m glad you came into my life.” he would say, causing you to blush

• Upon seeing that, he waited until you were ready to tell him what was going on that made you upset

• When you did tell him, he pulls you in his embrace and pulls you close while you continue on telling him

• “I’m here for you.” is how it all starts, and you think it’s the best place to start.

• sometimes he will try and tell you stories from his past adventures

• Your favorite ones to hear about are the ones about Jack Sparrow

• Whenever you feel this way, Barbossa would know how to take care of you and help you to feel better

• He often doesn’t say it, but in this case, he said it again, almost as if he was taking back in time where the two of you confessed feelings for each other

• “I love you, so much.” he would say, followed by your own feelings for him.

• “I love you, too.”

Davy Jones:

• It doesn’t take long for Davy to pick up on the fact that something was wrong, or that something seemed to have upset you and he was determined to get to the bottom of it and find out

• One of the signs he picked up on was the fact that your ability to remember things had seemed to gone out the window

• Next, if you have messed up just the slightest, no matter how small, you seemed to get easily irritated and even close to very emotional, which is very unlike you

• The last part of it was you have suddenly fallen ill, even though the day before you were perfectly healthy

• Of course, Davy didn’t want to find out just by asking so at first, he asks some of the most trusted crew mates to look after you and report back to him if they notice anything

• When that didn’t work, he had no choice but to come right out and ask you, and he worried that it would upset you

• It did a little in the beginning, but you don’t spill everything out at once. So every night as you’re recovering, he comes to visit and you just take baby steps in telling him everything. During that time spent together, you’ve become closer as he gets to know you better

• After learning what’s going on, Davy’s soft spot for you only grew, as he now isn’t afraid to spare you the treatment in front of everyone from now on

• Comfort shows more from his actions than words, but he’s very good at it

• A couple of times, you’ve noticed Davy keeping an eye on you if you’re not close by, he just wants to make sure you’re not in any kind of danger, keeping you safe from harm

• The crew now respects you a little more than they have before

Will Turner:

• If you’re upset about something, it’s easy for him to tell, it’s nearly impossible to hide anything from Will

• He knows just by simply holding your hand brings you calm and comfort, so you’re often seen around holding his hand

• If you have to part ways for even just a few seconds or minutes, he’s always reluctant to leave your side, even with knowing you’d still be there when he returns to you, almost like he never left for a brief moment

• “Don’t go where I can’t follow!” he’d say, but that would be when you go off on your own a little bit

• Hearing Will say that never failed to bring a smile to your face. Upon your return, Will sometimes is overly dramatic with greetings. Usually he greets you with a hug that tells you he thought he’d never see you again.

• You don’t complain, you return the hug before going off with him

• Will was very protective of you, especially during those times you would get upset and often, he would think it was because of something he had done

• “Don’t lie for me, (Y/n).” he’d say.

• You were always truthful with him

• You both work together on looking for ways to get rid of whatever it was that was making you so upset

James Norrington:

• No matter how hard you may try, it was just too easy for James to pick up on the scent that you were very bothered by something

• Once it was confirmed, he would ask you what it was, nearly demanding answers from you

• However, seeing as upset as you were once he started asking, he allowed for you to take all the time in the world that was required of your need to compose yourself just enough to at least.m tell him what was going on

• He refused to leave your side once he knows and tries his best to comfort you in ways he believed would bring you comfort

• And it worked

• You’re hardly leaving his side and he’s hardly ever letting you go out of his sight

• Unlike some, James Norrington was very understanding and sincerely cared

• From than on, he wasn’t afraid to put you first before anything else

• Even though it may have gotten him in trouble a few times, he continued and didn’t care about the trouble it got him in

• You would ask for him to worry about you later, but he wasn’t having it

• “Not a chance in the world.” he’d say.

• Which only made you fall in love with him even more

• It was those awful nightmares that was bothering you, they seemed to never have any plans on ever going away

• If anything, they got worse each time you had one

• One night, you had a real bad one, one that made you scream and thrash around in your sleep

• Of course, that woke James up and he comes to your aid as he begins comforting you

• “I heard you screaming again, is it the nightmares?”

• You nod as you feel like you couldn’t breathe and that’s when James started his mission to comfort you back to sleep

• “Hey, just look at me. Breathe.”

• You did and soon, you started feeling better and laid back down to go back to sleep.

• Just as you were about to enter sleep, you were awakened a short minute at the feel of James Norrington’s hand in yours

• “Hold my hand. You’re going to be fine.”

• “I could use a hug.” you say sleepily.

• The last thing you remember before falling asleep was seeing the smile form on his lips, followed by the feel of him holding you

• Finally, a peaceful sleep takes over

***

@127-crew

[beatlesmenrock]

happy monkees monday :)

[lieutenantselnia]

F/o list meme because I miss posting about them but don't have all to much energy for other stuff currently, so memes it is😂 I lowkey wanna do more of these alignment chart memes now (both self ship and others), they're just fun :D

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[lucycore]

Pirates of the caribbean Reactions

☁️ Fluff ☁️

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Jack smirking cuz u look so adorable and small trying to sound serious before u leave to go on land.

Him realizing that u won't see each other for 10 years and u leaving with tears in ur eyes.

U wanted to hear the truth about his feelings towards u so he proved it while the two of u were alone.

Jack caught him staring at u and yelled it through the whole ship making him pretty uncomfortable and embarrassed.

Him smiling at u for the last time before u leave to go with Jacks crew on the sea.

U brought Jacks compass that beckett desired so much and he smirked at how faithful u are.

U injured ur leg really badly while walking to the fountain of youth and couldn't walk further so Philip offered to help u.

[savvythepirate]

Just as much, maybe more

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @roguesknights

The Request:

Could I request Jack with a reader who's just as protective as he is and has saved him just as many times as he's saved them?

***

Jack Sparrow had been a lifetime friend of yours and to this day, you both remain together and inseparable.

It was easy for you to agree and come along with him when he had become captain of the Black Pearl. Throughout your journey together, you continuously save each other from what would have been certain death, you’ve done it so much that it started becoming difficult to keep track of the number of times and settle the score.

On your adventures, Jack had always been protective of you as you have been protective of him in just about the same amount. Everyone that knew you both best often liked to say that you and Jack needed each other in order to survive, which of course is entirely untrue. If it ever comes to a point down the road where you would both for any reason, had to drift apart, the truth was that you would both do just as fine solo. However, you drifted apart after an unexpected ambush from pirates no one in the world would want to meet or have a chance encounter with somehow. During that ambush, things had gone from zero to one hundred in a blink of an eye and you got badly hurt in the process. There was no stopping Jack Sparrow from blaming himself of your current condition, it didn’t matter how many times you tried to reassure him it wasn’t his fault.

How it wasn’t your fault either, as you were both innocent in all of this. But Jack saw it as only too close of a call in nearly losing you and took it upon himself that you would be safer if he took you home. Against your protests, pleas, and wishes, he went through with it, seemingly not listen to you at all in the slightest. A few years had gone by since than and you were still upset at Jack Sparrow for basically abandoning you, so you set out to find him, to continue your adventures together. Knowing you would want to mention an important turn of event in your speech, you wrote them down as you rowed your way across the ocean’s waters. The waters can turn deadly at any given moment, but you were so determined to find your friend that you stopped at nothing to continue. Later on, you would learn that Jack Sparrow had been keeping a huge secret from you when you thought you had known everything.

Right now, Jack was keeping out of sight of Davy Jones, the most feared man roaming the seas on that of the Flying Dutchman. Part of that secret was of having no knowledge of Jack Sparrow striking a deal with Davy Jones in order to become captain of the Black Pearl. Jack could be really foolish at times and this scenario takes the cake on that statement of him being a fool. Through Jack Sparrow, you knew Barbossa and Barbossa is the man you had witnessed to be dead after that bundle between Jack and himself. It was quite a surprise to learn that Calypso had resurrected him and brought him back from the dead shortly after encountering him and Elizabeth Swann. They both go onto inform you of their mission to rescue Jack Sparrow from the locker, and you agreed to go along. The whole rescue mission was a thrill, making you miss the adventures shared together more and more.

You were growing anxious and excited the closer you got to seeing Jack again after these few years had gone by. Your purpose in this was hoping to rekindle whatever may be left of your friendship. When you arrived, you watch along with everyone in line as Jack Sparrow makes his appearance trying to pull a ship behind him. Getting a closer look, you could tell he was for at the time, in a delusional like state, his true self not present. Although you knew you had him back, you couldn’t help but feel worried of your friend’s well-being. Elizabeth must have notice it in your demeanor as she whispers something to you.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be okay. The delusional state he’s in won’t last.”

Before you could respond, Jack Sparrow stumbles over with a look of utter betrayal on his face before speaking out.

“Keeping secrets are we?”

Jack looks at Elizabeth, than to you. When he does, you see a change in him almost instantly the second you lock eyes. Jack was still in there, that was just it.

He seemed to snap out of whatever it was causing him to live in a delusion world of his own.

“(Y/n)? Is that really you?” Jack asks, noticeably in disbelief.

You nod as if to say “Yes.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Same reason as the rest of us here, Jack Sparrow. I’m here to rescue you.”

That response seemed to have snapped him out it fully, no longer living in the delusional world.

“Rescue me?”

You nod again.

“How many times is that now?”

“Too many to count.”

You shrug, needless to say, the rescue mission was a complete success.

You have never felt so proud.

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Love is strange

Davy Jones x reader

Prompt: #50

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You were wandering the captain’s cabin; the captain of the Dutchman, Davy Jones that is.

You were honestly just fascinated by the organ, it was something you’ve always wanted to learn and you hoped that one day, you’d get that back from Davy Jones.

Davy Jones was your captain and yet, he treated you very differently from the rest of the crew. He spared you from the cruel punishments and just the cruelty in general, he treated you as a human being. You had more privileges, getting to roam more of the ship than what the others get to roam about. While everyone feared their captain, you were falling for him. It started a while back and when you finally confessed, you were pleased after he admitted his own feelings towards you.

While you were free to roam about in his quarters, you roamed a little to far once you spot something you’ve never spotted before. There was a heart shaped locket lying on the organ and it looked like it was a little music box, and you wanted to hear what it sounded like. So, you opened it and listened to it as it seemed to have put you in a trance. So much of a trance that you didn’t notice Davy’s presence, it was Davy with an angry look on his face. You didn’t know he was there until he made himself known, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

“What are you doing with that?!”

Startled, you let the locker fall back onto the organ as it snapped shut.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to hear what it sounded like.”

Davy had never shown this side towards you before, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t scare you because it honestly did.

Knowing what he was capable of, you were bracing yourself for the worst.

“I didn’t mean any trouble! It was an honest mistake. I didn’t know-“

“Well, you should know now. You can go anywhere about the ship but I better not catch you anywhere near that. Leave it be!”

Davy’s tone was calmer, but it didn’t help the unease and tension building between the two of you.

You only nod in silence and walk back out into the cool night air, stargazing as your mind replayed what had just taken place. Of course, you still loved Davy, but you didn’t want to be near him when he was like this. It didn’t take long for you to hear Davy approaching you, but you don’t look at him when he steps next to you with a sigh.

“I know my actions and words don’t make sense at times, but…”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile as he continues.

“I hope you can forgive me. There are things from my past I still don’t understand why they happened and is painful for me to remember.”

“Is this an apology?”

“It is if you accept.”

“I do.”

“I don’t understand what you see in me. I don’t understand why you’re with me. I don’t understand how you can and why you love me, or anyone, anything like me.”

That got you to look at him, you looked at him lovingly.

“Davy, don’t even say that. I’m with you because I truly do love you.”

“But how-“

You interrupted him by placing a kiss on his slimy cheek before looking at him with such seriousness.

“Davy, I’m so very in love with you. Nothing can nor ever will change that.”

That seemed to finally convince him as he said nothing else.

Davy only pulled you closer. You don’t reject.

You would never.

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Octopus Man has beef with 16 year old boy, more at 11

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Okay, biased Martha Jones stan here but like, it just doesnt make sense to me that Donna would name her daughter Rose when it's literally established in Donna's companion era that she and Martha got along fabulously when they met each other while Donna and Rose were polite acquaintances at best, abrasive at worst?? Did rtd forget about this?

Oh and there's also the slight issue of Donna having her memories as a companion erased, no biggie.

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Lady’s Baby

Pairing : Peter tork x fem!reader

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Genre : comfort

Warnings : mentions of dying , weed

A/n : so I’m kinda using my first experience with weed for this story but yeah!!

The party at The Monkees’ pad was alive with music, laughter, and the kind of chaos that always erupted when the boys hosted something. People filled every corner of the house, dancing, drinking, and passing around who-knew-what. It was overwhelming but in a good way—at least at first.

You had never been one for weed. It wasn’t that you were against it, just that you had never really tried it before. But tonight, someone had brought a tray of brownies, and they looked harmless enough. Just brownies. Sweet, chocolatey, nothing intimidating about that.

So, you took one.

Then another, because the first one didn’t seem to be doing anything.

And that was your first mistake.

It hit slowly at first. A lightness in your limbs, a warmth in your chest. You giggled at nothing in particular, feeling good, feeling free. But then, things shifted. The room felt different, sounds became sharper and too distant at the same time. The voices around you warped, stretching and bending in ways that didn’t make sense.

Your heart. It was beating too fast. Way too fast.

Something was wrong.

You tried to find Peter, your anchor in this sea of unfamiliar sensations, but he had been caught up in conversation with Micky. When had he left your side? When had the room started spinning?

The world tilted violently, and a wave of cold panic crashed over you. Your limbs felt strange, heavy yet weightless at the same time, and your breathing—God, why couldn’t you breathe right? Were your lungs even working?

You needed to get out of here. Now.

Pushing through the crowd, you stumbled down the hallway, desperate for an escape. Your vision swam, everything feeling unreal, like you weren’t even in your own body anymore. The laughter from the party distorted, morphing into something sinister, something suffocating.

The walls felt too close. The air too thick.

By the time you reached one of the bedrooms, your legs gave out beneath you, and you collapsed onto the floor, curling into yourself. Your entire body trembled, your skin ice-cold, but your head felt like it was on fire. Your teeth chattered as you clutched at your chest, trying to ground yourself, trying to breathe.

You were dying.

You had to be dying.

Tears pricked at your eyes, panic gripping you in its relentless hold. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t slow your racing heart. Your hands shook uncontrollably, and an overwhelming sense of doom settled into your bones.

Then—

“Babe?”

Peter’s voice.

You barely registered the sound of the door clicking shut, the noise of the party dulling as he stepped inside. You wanted to answer him, to call out for help, but all that came out was a weak, gasping whimper.

“Hey, hey,” Peter was kneeling in front of you in an instant, his hands warm and gentle as they cupped your face, tilting your head so you had no choice but to look at him. “What’s wrong, honey? What happened?”

You tried to speak, but your throat felt too tight. Your heart pounded so violently it hurt. Your breath was too shallow, too fast—no matter how much air you tried to take in, it was never enough.

“I—I think I’m dying,” you choked out, voice barely above a whisper. “Peter, I—I can’t—”

His brow furrowed in concern, his gaze flicking over you before realization dawned. His eyes softened, and he brushed his thumb against your cheek.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You had some of the brownies, didn’t you?”

A weak, jerky nod. “Too much—I think—” Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your breath ragged and uneven. “Peter, I don’t feel right. I can’t—”

“Shh, shh,” he hushed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest. “You’re okay, baby. I promise. You’re just too high, that’s all. It’s gonna pass.”

But it didn’t feel like it was going to pass. It felt like you were spiraling deeper into something terrifying, something uncontrollable. Your whole body wouldn’t stop shaking, and despite how feverish your skin felt, you were so, so cold.

Peter seemed to notice. He shifted, grabbing the blanket from the bed and wrapping it tightly around you, tucking you further into his embrace. “Here, let me warm you up,” he said softly, rubbing slow, soothing circles against your back. “I got you, sweetheart. Just breathe with me, okay?”

You buried your face against his chest, trying to match your breathing to his, but every inhale felt too shallow, too fast. “I—can’t—I feel—”

“I know, baby, I know,” Peter whispered, rocking you gently. “It’s just your brain playing tricks on you. I swear, you’re not dying. You’re safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The way his arms tightened around you, the unwavering steadiness in his voice—it should have helped, but the fear was still there, gripping you with cold, ruthless fingers.

“Peter, please,” you whispered, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I’m so scared.”

His heart clenched at the sheer terror in your voice. He tilted your chin up so you could see his face, his brown eyes filled with nothing but love and concern. “I know, baby,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m right here. Just hold onto me, okay?”

Your fingers clutched desperately at his shirt, needing something solid, something real. The world still felt wrong, distorted, but Peter—Peter was real.

He gently rocked you, whispering sweet reassurances against your hair. “It’s gonna pass soon, honey. I know it feels scary, but I promise, you’re not alone. I’m not going anywhere.”

Minutes stretched on like hours, your body still trembling, but Peter never let go. He kept his arms wrapped around you, kept pressing gentle kisses to your temple, kept rubbing warmth back into your freezing skin.

And slowly, ever so slowly, the panic began to loosen its grip. The shakes lessened, your breathing, though still uneven, started to settle. The worst of the fear still lingered, but Peter was there, holding you together when you felt like you were falling apart.

“I’m so embarrassed,” you mumbled after what felt like an eternity, your voice hoarse from crying.

Peter pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, shaking his head. “Don’t be, sweetheart. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” His fingers traced soothing patterns on your back. “You had too much, and it scared you. That’s okay. I’d be scared too.”

You sniffled, pressing yourself closer to him. “You’re not mad?”

He let out a soft chuckle, tightening his hold. “Mad? Baby, no. Just wish I’d been with you sooner so you didn’t have to go through this alone.”

A shaky breath left your lips, your fingers still gripping his shirt like a lifeline. “Thank you for finding me.”

Peter kissed the top of your head, his voice nothing but pure, unwavering love. “Always, honey. I’ll always find you.”

And as the worst of the high continued to fade, you let yourself believe him.