#sophomorejack

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yo hows about our sophomore son for 1e of that sleep meme?

he just wants a Nap

snore ask

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1 or 2 or 11 for Sophomore Samurai Jack and/or Samurai Jack.

11. “Same time tomorrow?” Thanks for the prompts! I decided to do the AU for 1 and 2 and the canon for 11

1. “Are you drunk?”

“No,” Jack lied. Then “....yes.”

“For the love a....it’s eight in the morning!” Scottie groaned. “We have class in fifteen minutes!”

“So go to class,” Jack said, flopping back onto the bed. 

“No way, last time I left you alone drunk ya hallucinated so bad I found ya hiding in the shower with that antique up there!” Scottie said, pointing to the sword hanging on the wall. Jack had had to smuggle it in, since the school had a very strict no weapons policy. He wasn’t about to leave it behind though.

“I’m staying right here and soberin’ ya up,” Scottie said, wrapping a blanket around his friend. “Whaddya say we watch Braveheart again?”

Jack gave a slow and tired nod.

2. “You’re too young to hate the world.”

Jack’s parents worried for him everyday. 

He was a good kid, they knew that. They believed him when he said Aku was to blame. But he came back from that school and immediately left to find some peace. He came back looking as if he’d found the complete opposite. 

Something had happened to their son during his travels and he would not tell them what. All they knew is that their boy was living a life far darker than any sixteen year old should. 

They were happy and grateful he had such good friends to keep him safe, but still they couldn’t  help but worry.

He was too young to hate the world, and too young to hate himself. 

Had they made the wrong choice in sending him to fight his own battles? No. They had to believe it would have been worse for them to pay their way out of trouble. Their son knew what he was doing.

They loved him and they believed in him.

11. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Like this?” the girl asked, giving a shaky kick. Jack smiled and helped her steady herself before she fell.

“Very good,” he said. 

The sun was setting on the field of dry grasses, and Jack and the girl were bathed in the golden light. They’d been training here each day for the past two weeks. 

“Hah!” the girl cried as her and Jack began to spar. Jack was clearly taking it easy on her, but the girl didn’t seem to mind. She gave it her all and got back up each time she was knocked down.

“Tell me why you do this,” Jack ordered.

“To never be a victim again!” the girl cried as she blocked a punch. “To help those who are victims!”

“Good!” Jack blocked the girl’s retaliation and kicked her legs out from under her. The girl spun in the air and landed back on her feet, fists ready. 

“I think that is enough for today,” Jack said, bowing to the girl who bowed in return.

“Awww, already?” the girl asked.

“Hard work is important, but you must rest for it to take effect,” Jack said. “Treat your body well.”

“Okayyyyy,” the girl sighed. “Same time tomorrow?”

“I will be here.” Jack nodded with a smile.

“Okay! I’ll see you then! Don’t be late!” the girl waved as she began running home. “Bye Jack!”

“Goodbye, Momo.”

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@sophomore-jack au: the guys character designs

my art trademarks are bad anatomy and not answering an ask for 50 years

with each one you can see the art gradually becoming better thats how long it took me to do this

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@interstellarvagabond had this hella great fic idea for our Sophomore Jack au (@sophomore-jack) and so we stayed up till 2am creating this beautiful mess of stress.

Hope you like.

TW: Hallucinations, Cursing, Disassociation

“So, I saw ya skipped class again today,” Scottie said in a suspiciously casual voice.

Jack narrowed his eyes and looked up from his bed. “…yes?”

He hoped Scottie would drop the subject soon, so he could stay safe in his fortress of blankets. Unfortunately, this did not happen.

“And breakfast, and lunch, and the class after that,” Scottie continued, pausing to make an intrigued humming noise. “I see a pattern here, laddie.”

Really, no shit Scottie.

“Well that is what tends to happen when one doesn’t feel well,” Jack turned away toward the wall. Maybe if he tried actively ignoring Scottie the questioning would stop.

“You’ve been feeling unwell a lot lately,” Scottie said. His pointed tone was not lost on Jack. He considered telling Scottie to simply fuck off, but he was trying to be better than that. Trying not to be…he wanted to be a good person. He really did.

Inhale, exhale, breathe.

“Well,” Jack began and sat up, “it is unfortunate that my studies are suffering, but this bout of sickness will pass in time. Plus,” he raised an eyebrow and spread his hands out, “what would you have me do? Go to the nurse’s office?”

Checkmate.

“Well, not exactly,” Scottie said. “The nurse’s office is for people who are actually physically sick, laddie, and I got a feelin’ yer illness ain’t so physical.”

Okay, note: don’t play chess.

Jack grinded his teeth, feeling them scraping against each other almost painfully. The muscle in his jaw jumped.

“Scottie, I truly appreciate your concern, but my well-being is not something that you should trouble yourself with.”

“Well maybe if ya stopped being so troubling!” Scottie was pacing now, not anxiously but more like a cat ready to pounce. Or at least, so it seemed to Jack. He found he could not often trust his perception of things these days.

Scott halted and whipped around, pointing a finger at Jack. “Jack, you’ve been a mess ever since the beginning of the year. Last year ended with ya relatively mentally okay, but it seems ya not only backtracked, but ya slid miles backwards-” Scottie’s voice got louder with each word. “-and if ya don’t get help soon, I’m not sure what’s going to happen!”

“You are not my therapist,” Jack reminded his friend in a sharp tone.

“Aye, and a good thing I’m not,” Scottie came over to the bed, staring Jack down. “I don’t have the training or the knowledge. But ya know what I do have?” Scott sat down about a foot away from Jack on his bed, “I do have a set of ears.”

Oh my god that is Too close.

“You seem to use your mouth quite a bit more.” Jack edged away from his friend ever so slightly, hoping it would not look as if he was retreating.

It did.

“Jack, ya can’t run from me, laddie,” Scottie said. “Ya can’t push me away, though I know yer sure as hell trying.”

Jack’s brow furrowed. Why would someone continue to associate themselves with someone that caused them so much pain and aggravation? Why was Scottie still here? Still trying to drag his sorry ass out of bed? Still trying to give the murderer redemption?? Still trying to be his friend?

What a fool.

How could Jack even have friends now?

Sticking his nose where it does not belong. This is my business.

He didn’t deserve a friend who would care so much for him even after all he’s done.

“I’m still here, laddie,” Scottie said, noticing that Jack’s mind had gone miles away. Jack felt his blood grow hot.

Unfortunately.

“Are you just gonna sit in bed all day, runnin’ away from yer problems like some ninny?” Scottie asked, his voice harsher than he meant.

“Stop…” Jack muttered.

“This isn’t Ryou Sakai, the honor student, ass-kicking, friend-helping, health-advocating, gym rat, respect-giving friend I used to know!”

“I told you to stop!” Jack growled, his head was spinning. It felt as though a million wasps were stinging at his skin and buzzing in his ears, there was too much at once.

S T oP sT oP STOP S T O   P.

“The Jack I knew would be ashamed to see you here,” Scottie didn’t want to be cruel, but he knew Jack would just shut down if he kept pulling punches. He had to get a reaction, had to make him see.

Excuse me?

Jack screamed, a wordless primal yell, and lunged for his friend. Jack in his sophomore year, eating regularly and training everyday, had been near-lethal when he wanted to be. Jack in his junior year, starving, sleep-deprived, weak, plagued by hangovers…

His punch almost comically bounced off Scottie’s barrel chest. Scottie raised a ginger eyebrow, not sure if he was unimpressed or severely concerned, as Jack just proved his point.

“Ya see?” he said, gesturing to where the punch had landed. “That’s not a Jack punch. Remember when ya taught Malik how to throw a proper punch? Yer worse than he was back then.”

Scottie took a deep breath. If Jack was too emotional for words right now, then they’d settle this with a brawl. “Now this, this is how ya throw a punch!”

Wha- Scottie’s punch smashed into Jack, sending him sprawling across the bed. To Jack, it felt like he’d just been hit by a train. In reality, Scottie hit him softer than he did when they would play-fight last year.

fUCK.

Jack surged back to his feet, not a graceful fluid motion like he’d been taught by his father, but a jerky grappling with his own body and the bed in a desperate attempt to right himself. He tackled Scottie, somehow managing to push the larger boy back a few inches.

Jack started a barrage of punches, each one growing faster, angrier, weaker. He gave a near-incoherent scream. “Why won’t you leave me!”

“I’ll leave ya be when ya don’t need me,” Scottie said, putting Jack in a headlock.

“No!” Jack said. “Not leave me be…leave me!”

A scream tore itself from Jack’s throat and in a surge of desperation he broke free and scrambled off the bed and onto the floor. He stood, his head dropping, hands weakly in fists. Each limb looked as if it was suspended from a marionette string.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw again the vision of himself. The him he used to be. The blue phantom that stood taller than him, stronger than him, better than him. Judging him.

“Why…. won’t….. you just…. leave….” Jack gasped as he swayed. “Why do you stay…when I am this?”

What does you w a n t from me?

Jack gave a small, broken laugh as he gestured at himself and then at the phantom. He stared imploringly into Scottie’s eyes, not even registering the fearful concern growing on the other’s face.

“Perhaps he stays because he lives here? You’re just a burden to him. You’re the one who should leave.” his other self hissed, taunting him. “Oh, wait, I forgot, you live in your bed now don’t you? Pathetic.”

Jack weakly waved a dismissive hand at the hallucination, as if he could make it disappear.

“Who’s there now, laddie?” Scottie asked, looking at the empty patch of air that Jack kept glancing towards.

“The Ryou Sakai you miss so much,” Jack said, his voice both angry and heavy with the tears beginning to drip down his face.

Jack felt a wet drop on his hand and looked at it, startled, and raised the hand to his face.

Huh, he was crying.

“You can’t even have a conversation without bawling about it like a dumb baby?” The blue image flickered and got in his face giving a snort of disgust.

“How disgraceful.”

Like a flame, it contorted until the facial features no longer resembled Jack. At first, it was just a warped image of himself, but a new face began to form.

It was the man he killed, it was the woman he let die, it was his father staring down at him with eyes that burned like embers.

The blood from that childhood memory so long ago dripped down his face.

“Our actions are what define us, my son,” Jack’s father rasped. “And your actions define you as a murderer.”

A m u r d e r e r.

Jack sank to his knees, his throat too raw to scream again. He didn’t know when he became aware of it, but suddenly he was leaning against Scottie. His friend was trying to right him from his rag-doll limpness, but Jack did not want to stand and face himself. He wanted to lay down and sink through the floor through the building through the dirt and sink forever never stopping and I can’t breaTHE-

“Jack, yer hyperventilatin’.”

Jack gasped wildly for breath, eyes flying open and tears springing forth. He clawed at Scottie’s arm and the ground, grasping for a tether.  Scottie grabbed Jack’s clawing hand, as if he knew what it was Jack was looking for.

Jack still scratched the carpet weakly and Scottie grabbed the other hand and gathered Jack in his arms, holding him tightly. The pressure calmed Jack, instantly flinging him back into reality. He could feel his breath evening out, albeit slowly.

Jack inhaled deeply and held it for almost a minute. He exhaled heavily and his shoulders shook as Jack burrowed his head into Scottie’s chest.

…fuck….

His whole body felt limp and light, it was as if he could float away. His cheeks were still tear-stained and he could taste salt on his lips.

“How do ya feel, laddie?” Scottie asked.

“…you never said, why you stay,” was all Jack found he could say.

Please tell me.

Scottie sighed and shifted his hold on Jack, holding tighter. “You’re my friend, Jack. Friends help friends. Isn’t that enough?”

“How can you still call one such as I your friend?” Jack asked. “How can you still look me in the eyes and feel anything but disgust, anger…or fear?”

Or hatred?

Scottie looked down, incredulous. “Sure I get angry when ya don’t eat or disgusted when ya don’t have a shower in a week, but fear? Not with those kitten punches.”

When Jack didn’t laugh Scottie sighed. “But seriously, laddie. I’m not afraid of you because I know I can trust you. You can trust me too, ya know.”

Trust……

Jack stiffened and nearly pulled away, but was too weak to break from the hug.

“No ya don’t laddie, I want some god-fucking answers we didn’t do this so you could fuck off,” Scottie pulled him back in, ensnaring Jack.

Jack groaned and gave up any attempt of escape.

“This isn’t a short or pleasant tale,” he warned. The cautionary had little effect as it was muffled by Scottie’s shirt.

“It’s not a story I’m lookin’ for, laddie” Scottie said.

Jack glanced up with dread pooling in his gut. “What would you like to know?”

“Well we can start with ‘are you going to leave the room today?’ or ‘when did you last eat?’ but mostly what I wanna know is are you going to be okay?” Scottie asked.

Jack gave a small huff. “I do not know, I do not remember, and that is a very complicated question, my friend.”

“Don’t re- don’t know??” Scottie rolled his eyes, but his exasperation seemed to be a mask for concern. “Okay, how about this, can I remind you to eat and sleep and bathe every now and then? Without ya feelin’ like yer privacy is being invaded?”

Jack gave a breathy laugh. “I would not object to that.”

“Sure ya say that now, but ya were objecting quite a bit earlier!” Scottie teased.

Jack gave an indignant nudge with his head.

The pair sat in silence. Unlike earlier, it was not a tense or oppressive silence, but a comforting one where both individuals are momentarily content.

Of course, Scottie was the one to break the silence.

“Did ya at least enjoy hitting me?” Scottie asked. “I know you’ve been wanting to do that a lot lately.”

Jack chuckled. It was small, quiet, and half-hearted, but it was enough of a laugh to make Scottie smile hopefully.

“I think I hurt my hand more than I hurt you,” Jack said. “I really have…” he trailed off, thinking about what he had become.

“Been slacking on the protein? Aye, but we can fix that.” Scottie winked. “There’s this amazing thing called ‘eating’ I’ll show you sometime.”

“Perhaps after I discover this amazing thing called ‘showering’?” Jack suggested with a half-smile.

“Or the miracles of shaving!” Scottie laughed.

“You do not like the beard?” Jack asked, feigning a wounded tone.

“Ya look like ya have a drowned wild rat on yer face,” Scottie said. “I was more afraid of it than you when we were fighting!”

Okay, fuck you.

Jack glared at his friend, but he could feel his spirits lifting as their banter took on its usual light-heartedness.

He looked back to his bed, the dual fortress and prison he had been hiding in for so long now. Jack could feel a weight in his stomach that told him this was not the end of things. No, he could not punch or hug away all of his problems. However, he felt more secure in his friendships. He could at least stay close to the people he cared about without feeling guilty or afraid he was losing them. Maybe that was a start.

Jack stood, ignoring the blue flickers in the corner of his vision.

“Ya feel better, laddie?”

Jack looked down at his companion, at Scottie. A man two years his senior who had only been kind to him throughout this whole ordeal and hadn’t complained once. Jack’s friend.

Jack gave a tired, but full smile. “I do. Thank you.”

Scottie stood and clapped a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “That’s good to hear, Jack.” He pulled them in for another, shorter hug.

A start to what, Jack wasn’t sure.

But it was certainly good.

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I read all of the Sophomore Samurai Jack chapters and the prompts about a few times. It so good, keep up the good work! 🤗. Oh and here's some prompts for Sophomore Jack au. 4, 10, and 11.

You’re so good!! Thank you! Also so many of these prompts keep turning to alcohol abuse “^ ^ maybe it’s the daughter of an alcoholic in me always throwing my problems into fiction, but I hope I’m not upsetting anyone with them. I’m tagging everything with drinking so you can block it if need be! (sorry folks I just love suffering and angst)

4. “You can’t keep doing this.”

“Nope, nope, no more,” Scottie said, pulling the bottle from Jack’s hands. “We tried that, it didn’t work, ya know that laddie.”

Jack grumbled and retreated into the blanket he’d wrapped around himself. Scottie pretended to tsk at him and waggled a finger. “To think yer making me the good influence. I was never a mum friend until yer beard came in.”

“You are surprisingly good at it,” Jack murmured from inside the blanket.

“Come on,” Scottie tucked the bottle away in his own closet for later and came back to Jack’s bed. He sat down next to him and wrapped the mass of blanket in a hug. “We’re gonna platonically cuddle like men and watch movie, okay? You want some Skittles?”

The blanket nodded and Scottie chuckled. “Alright, laddie. Let me get yer candy and pop the movie in.”

10. “I might have had a few shots.

Usually the phrase was a warning that Jack was having a high danger day, but tonight the shots were not vodka meant to drown depression but straight hot sauce.

“Are you giving up?” Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not on yer life, laddie!” Scottie took another shot and gagged, feeling the sweat run down his face.

“That’s seven for Scott, eight for Jack,” Thief said.

“You got this sensei,” Da Samurai poured Jack another cup of a hot sauce that was illegal in several countries.

“C’mon Scot I was betting on you, I’m gonna lose ten bucks,” Thief said.

“Ah, Jack’s just got a good poker face is all!” Scottie said. “I bet he’s ready to give up! Any moment now!”

Jack smirked at Scottie and took the hot sauce bottle in his hand, and poured an ungodly amount straight into his mouth. 

The three other friends screamed in sympathy pain and disbelief while Jack wiped his mouth and offered the bottle to Scottie.

Scottie stared at Jack and shook his head. “Yer not human, laddie. I give up!”

“Oh come on!” Thief groaned, reluctantly passing Samurai a ten. Jack smiled in triumph before puking on the floor.

11. “What’s with the box?”

“My parents have sent a care package,” Jack said happily. He opened the box with a flick of his knife and began pulling the contents out onto his bed.

“Wow, my parents never sent a care package,” Samurai said.

“That is alright, because it appears my parents have sent gifts for all of you as well,” Jack smiled.

“What?” Thief sounded surprised. “You tell your parents about us?”

“Of course, you are my closest friends,” Jack said. “Here, they have sent sunglasses and a video game for Malik.”

“Aw hell yes, thank you rich mom and dad!” Malik grabbed the gifts happily.

“For Jason, a deck of cards, some cookies, and a note from my father about morality,” Jack sighed, but was smiling nontheless.

“I’ll enjoy two out of three of those things,” Thief smirked.

“Scottie, they have sent you….the Scottish flag…and an Amazon gift card that says ‘thank you for taking care of our son’ on it.” Jack’s face was not amused.

“Ha! They get me,” Scottie laughed.

As his friends played with their new gifts Jack looked at what his parents had sent him. More tea, new journals, a book he’d been wanting, and a family photo. Jack smiled at the picture. He told himself it wouldn’t be long before he was living at home again.

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#41: “What are you doing in my house?” ^^

heh heh heh heh 

Jack and Thief were pressed together nearly cheek to cheek in the back of Aku’s closet.

Why they were currently hiding amidst a row of school uniforms and Hot Topic chic? The answer to that question was clutched in Thief’s hand. A half empty bottle of hair bleach they’d poured into Aku’s shampoo. However, Aku had chosen that moment to come home, and was now in his room scrolling through tumblr.

Thief showed Jack his phone, so he could read the texts he and Scottie were exchanging. It looked like Scottie had arrived and was about to provide the distraction needed to escape. Jack nodded, and then noticed what sounded like rocks hittnig the window.

“Who is throwing things?” Aku bellowed, walking to the window. He opened it and saw Da Samurai holding a boombox over his head, and a very unhappy looking Scottie with his hand held up towards the window.

“Aku! It’s always been you!” Scottie yelled. “Hit it, Malik!”

Malik pressed play on the boombox and a romantic pop song started playing. Jack and Thief had to stifle their giggles when they heard Scottie start singing along, serenading Aku.

“You cannot be serious,” Aku groaned. “Aren’t you that pathetic Sakai’s friends? What are you doing here?”

“I’m confessing my love!” Scottie said, sounding very unconvincing. 

“You’re not my type,” Aku said, rolling his eyes. Suddenly a floorboard behind him squeaked and Aku turned to see Jack and Thief frozen in fear in tip-toe posture with wide eyes staring right at Aku. There was a moment where no one moved or said anything.

Then Aku yelled.

“Get out! Someone get the dogs!” he threw a nearby book at the pair, who ran as fast as they could from the room. There was the sound of guard dogs barking as the four friends ran to Scottie’s car. 

“What the hell were you even doing in there?” Scottie yelled as they drove away.

“We put bleach in his shampoo, Aku’s perfect red tips and all that black underneath are gonna be blonde tomorrow,” Thief chuckled.

“What?? That’s not how hair dye works ya scabby nyaff!” Scottie yelled. “It’s gotta stay in yer hair for a few minutes! At best all y’ell do is blind him for awhile!”

“Exactly...” Jack smirked.

“Oh!” Scottie cried. “Laddie you...you...”

“You cold blooded monster you!” Thief laughed, grabbing Jack by the shoulders and shaking him around. “Man, he’s got everyone thinking he’s sooooo honorable what a laugh!”

The next day Jack skipped class and climbed the fence to go stand outside his old school. When class was let out for the day a very red-eyed Aku sulked out the doors only to see Jack waiting for him. He ran over, and began giving him the tongue-lashing of his life. Jack just smirked and walked away, content to let Aku keep yelling at the telephone pole he thought was Jack.

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5/7 for your most recent reblogged prompt post? 💙💙💙

5. “There’s blood on my/your hands.” 7. “I’ve never killed anyone before.”

(Just so u guys are aware this is the co-parent of the sophomore Jack au and they’re asking for a very angsty thing we headcanoned so get fucking ready this is gonna be intense)

Jack was fighting the urge to vomit, clutching his hands to his chest as if being unable to see them would wash the blood from them. He was hunched over in the dark, hiding in a warehouse from the events of the hour prior.

Jack’s solo road trip had started out calmly enough. He’d saved up his allowance for a while and bought a motorcycle. His parents were reluctant to let him go explore the world on his own, but somehow he’d managed to convince them. Now he was wishing he didn’t.

A month went by of just going from town to town, sleeping wherever he found a roof and doing odd jobs here and there to make money for meals. Then he came into a town in the grip of a local gang and stuck his nose where maybe it didn’t belong.

“Get out of my way, kid,” the man snarled, aiming a gun at Jack.

“No. You will leave her alone,” Jack said, still standing defensively in front of the woman that had been knocked to the floor. The sixteen-year-old had just been eating dinner in a small diner when a couple had gotten into a fight. The man had slapped the woman and thrown her to the ground, and Jack immediately ran to her defense.

“Move before I pop you both full of holes,” the man said.

“No.” Jack stood firm. There was a silent showdown for a moment before the man laughed and jerked his head towards the door. The meaning was obvious: let’s take this outside.

They went around back near the dumpsters, the man never taking his gun off Jack. Jack slowly reached for the pocket knife Scottie had given him back on his second day of school when he’d learned that self defense was becoming very important in his life.

“Alright, little man, let’s see if you can use that thing before I blow your brains out,” the man chuckled.

“I will die having made my peace with who I am,” Jack said, his voice sounding calmer than he felt. He really could die here. Without telling his parents how much he cared for them, without saying goodbye to his friends, without clearing his name and taking care of Aku.

“Bye bye, little man,” the man raised his gun slightly and Jack threw himself to the ground.

The fight that ensued went too fast for Jack to remember clearly. Somehow he’d managed to avoid any injury except a bullet graze to his shoulder. The only thing Jack remembered in perfect clarity was when he’d tripped the man and instinctively slashed his knife across his throat.

Now Jack was hiding still, tucked away in a nearby abandoned property where the windows were shattered and covered with dust. He could hear footsteps approaching. He knew he shouldn’t be found like this, covered in the blood of a man he’d….

“Hey, kid, are you there?”

It was the woman from the diner, walking carefully in her stiletto heels. She looked down at Jack with sadness and concern. “Oh boy, hey kid look at me. That’s not yours right?”

Jack shook his head tensely, gritting his teeth.

“Good. Good. Look kid, I know you’re panicking but it’s okay,” she bent down and helped Jack stand. “We gotta get out of here, okay? You can panic later right now I need you to walk.”

She took Jack to a trailer on the outskirts of town, where she washed his hands and face while he sat dead-eyed before her. She stripped him of the clothes that were bloody and put them in the wash. Then she wrapped him in a blanket and forced him to take a mug of hot tea.

Jack sipped the tea and then coughed when the sharp taste of alcohol hit his tongue.

“It’ll help you calm down,” she said. Her blue eyes met Jack’s, and he could see gratitude, concern, and guilt.

“You did good kid,” she said, stroking Jack’s hair. She pulled his bun out, which had become disheveled, and combed her fingers through his hair before putting it back up. “Don’t you worry, I’m gonna take care of this.”

“What?” Jack asked.

“It’s okay, Brett has a lot of enemies,” she said. “No one’s gonna bat an eye when he shows up dead. If anyone asks about you I’m going to say you ran away okay? Where’s the body?”

“…behind the restaurant,” Jack said.

“Okay…I’m going to go get it, you stay here until I come back okay?” she said, stroking Jack’s hair again. “It’s gonna be okay, kid.”

An hour passed. Another. Jack finished his tea and moved his clothes to the dryer. He wandered around the trailer looking at the photos of the woman smiling with friends. He saw a seashell windchime, a matching set of blue liberty china in the pantry. She had a handmade quilt stretched across her bed that Jack ran his hand over slowly. There was also a necklace with a clay cat on it resting on the nightstand. Finally he decided to get dressed and go look for the woman.

When he got to the place he’d left the body there were police cars all over. Jack hid in the shadows and peeked over to see two corpses being loaded onto stretchers. The first was the one he made. The second was the woman that had helped him.

“Yeah, looks like she killed him and his buddies came back for revenge. Messy stuff really, but at least there’s two less criminals in the world,” one of the officers said. Jack ran back to the trailer, tears in his eyes.

He spent the night there, and when he left in the morning he left with the bottle of vodka the woman had used for his tea and the cat necklace around his neck.

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18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”, 35. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.” or 52. “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.” for sophomore Jack AU?

love love love huh? Okay before I do these I feel a need to overshare about where I stand on Samurai Jack shipping. Basically I’m always torn between shipping him as part of a threesome with The Scotsman his wife and Jack, and letting their friendship just be that. A pure platonic love that needs nothing else. Also Samurai Bravo....because...that shit...is cute... I dunno what kinda ships you were hoping to get from these but I decided why not do a mix of ships and some crack? Hope you enjoy!

18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”

Jack could see Scottie and Callie sitting at a table across the room, laughing loudly and playfully shoving each other back and forth. He smiled fondly at them. He was happy his friends were happy. Truly he was. 

So why did he feel so upset?

There was a tangle of emotion in the pit of his stomach, confusing him and making the already unappetizing lunch on his tray all the more unlovable. 

“You okay, dude?” Thief asked, elbowing Jack.

“Mhmm,” Jack grunted, his eyes still glued to Scottie. 

Callie pulled Scottie in and kissed him, causing him to flush bright red and pull away coughing nervously. Callie laughed at her boyfriend’s surprise, and Jack felt something inside him tear. 

“I think I’m done eating,” Jack said, standing and taking his tray away.

35. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

“Do you know that, lassie?” Scottie said.

“I know ya dumb bastard, just do it and come back safe,” Callie said, grasping Scottie by the shoulders.

“I might die here tonight,” Scottie said. “So I want ya to know yer my one and only.”

“I know that you daft fool, who else would have ya?” Callie kissed him and then backed away from him. “Alright, you do this and come back safe to me.”

“Aye,” Scottie nodded solemnly. Then he turned to face Thief and Samurai. They were standing on the other side of the roof saying their own tearful goodbyes to Jack.

“Are ya ready, brother?” Scottie asked.

“Ready,” Jack nodded and drained the last of his beer, crushing the can and tossing it back to Samurai.

“If this is how we go out, I ant you to know yer a true friend,” Scottie said.

“You two are very important to me,” Jack said.

“Hold my beer, lassie,” Scottie passed the can to Callie who made a comment about being good for more than holding beer before finishing the can herself. 

“Alright, ready?” Thief stood in the middle of the roof, both hands in the air. Jack and Scottie took a running stance, each facing the other. “Go!” Thief threw his hands downwards and Scottie and Jack ran at each other before performing....this... (x)

52. “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.”

“Holy shit, I can’t believe you did that!” Samurai hissed, hiding in the shower stall with Thief. The red-head was laughing hysterically, trying to stifle the sound with his hand. 

“Jason! Malik! Come out here!” Jack’s voice could be heard screaming. Through a crack between the curtain and the floor they could see Jack wearing nothing but a towel and looking furious. Thief clutched Jack’s clothes close to his chest, while Malik tried to shush him.

“He’ll kill us dude,” he whispered.

“Yeah, but what a way to go out, right?” Thief laughed.

“Just be quiet, shush!” Samurai said.

“I can’t, I can’t stop laughing,” Thief nearly choked on laughter.

“Fer the love of...” Samurai leaned forward and silenced Thief with a kiss. Thief was so shocked he fell silent, and two was left in that silence as Jack ran off looking for his friends.

“....token straight?” Thief asked in surprise as they pulled apart.

“I dunno man! I’m still figuring this out! I’m scared as hell! Gimme some time to figure this all out!” Samurai  pushed his way out of the shower and came face to face with a very angry and very naked Jack.

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Sophomore Jack

@fan-art-ic and I have created a masterpiece and that masterpiece is a high school au that (hopefully) actually works. 

Aku’s Diary Entry: September 22nd, 2017 For years my family and the Sakai family have attended Northside Heights Academy, a prestigious school for the wealthy and intelligent. The latest Sakai family member to follow in those footsteps has irritated me to no end. But I, Aku, now a senior and head of the student government, framed him for stealing school funds and had him expelled and sent to Morrison Juvenile Rehabilitation. Now the fool seeks to return to clear his name and undo the good name that is Aku.

Read it here (x)

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Prompt #4 for sophomore jack? 💙💙💙

4-You can’t keep doing this (look man with one like this you can either go hilarious or full of angst and picking one was too hard so you get a mix)

“Is he asleep again?” Thief asked, pawing through Jack’s backpack with mild curiosity. The four friends were relaxing in Jack and Scottie’s room, with Da Samurai perched on the edge of Jack’s bed, Scottie on the floor, Thief next to him going through the worn out backpack Jack had brought back with him from break, and Jack sitting at his desk. He had sunglasses on, and he was still sitting upright, so it was hard to tell if he was asleep or not. 

“I got it this time,” Samurai stood and stretched. He leaned in towards Jack and yelled. “Yo! Sensei! You sleepin’? Wake up!”

Jack jumped, but unfortunately for Samurai he also threw a surprised punch that cracked Samurai’s shades. 

“Ah, leave him alone ya daft bastards,” Scottie said. “If he’s not gonna sleep at night he should at least nap now!”

“I am sorry, I did not realize I had drifted off,” Jack yawned. 

“Whoa! Jackpot!” Thief cried, pulling a flask from Jack’s bag and taking a big gulp before turning red and spitting it out. “Yeesh, what is this what you clean your motorcycle with?”

“Yer gettin’ it all over me ya klepto catastrophe!” Scottie shoved Thief with a groan.

“Sensei you been lookin’ all kinds of tired lately, what the hell even happened over the summer?” Samurai asked. 

“A man must take his own journeys” Jack said cryptically.

“Whoa….” Samurai breathed, grabbing the notebook he kept full of Jack’s “Words of Wisdom”.

“That just means he don’t wanna tell ya, dumbass,” Scottie laughed. “Now look here, laddie, ye can have your secrets and I know we ain’t gonna cure yer depression with a snap of our fingers but ye gotta meet us halfway and start taking care of yerself.”

“I am in peak condition,” Jack said firmly but unconvincingly as he swayed sleepily in his chair. 

“Alright, prove it,” Scottie said. “Go shave that beard, I’ll give you bonus points if you can stand up without blacking out!”

Jack huffed and frowned, and got up quickly to prove that he was one hundred percent fine.

Scottie just calmly put his arms out so he could catch Jack when he did indeed blackout.

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yoooooooo i saw on fanartics page junior jack for your high school au; could you do prompt 49: it sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself ? thx

Isn’t their art so good??? Everyone go look at their art! Also, @fan-art-ic asked if I would ever consider continuing this one  and I thought this would be a good way to do that, sorry if you weren’t prepared for this kinda hurt/comfort lol “^ ^

49. “It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.“

“I am fine, and I do not need convincing,” Jack said.

“Laddie, you and I both know you’re not, you were gonna tell me what was wrong just the other day,” Scottie said. “Look, we’re alone in our room, no one else can hear, you can trust me.”

Jack sighed, and ceased his pacing. He looked at Scottie with fearful eyes. “Will you promise...not to...not to hate me?”

“Of course, laddie,” Scottie said, his heart breaking at Jack’s face. Jack came over to his bed and sat down, clutching at himself tightly. He then began to tell Scottie about what had occured over break. The accidental murder, the woman who came to help him, how she died, and how he began to see things ever since. He told him everything. How drinking sometimes made the visions vanish, but sometimes made them worse. How many times he’d stayed up late trying to keep quiet so he wouldn’t wake Scottie. How he’d started to hallucinate his own self screaming at him that he would never be the same again, that he was no longer Ryou Sakai but a pretender who had forgotten his purpose.

Scottie listened silently the whole time, and when Jack had finished he quietly asked: “is your evil self here now?”

“...yes,” Jack said, turning to where the vision of himself was glowering at him. 

“Well...give him one of these from me!” Scottie stood and flipped the general area Jack was looking at the bird. “And one of these from down south!” another middle finger from between the legs. “And if he can’t hear it, let me turn it up for him!” Scottie twisted his middle fingers from facing downwards to upwards.

Jack started to chuckle, wiping the tears from his eyes. Scottie jumped down onto Jack’s bed and wrapped him in a tight hug. “Laddie, yer perfect to me and ya did what ya had to. If you ever need help you get me whether I’m sleepin’ or not. I’ll make ya some tea without the vodka and we’ll watch movies until ya can’t hear the hallucinations anymore.”

“Thank you,” Jack leaned into the hug, crying softly.

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51 and 57 prompt of Sophomore Samurai Jack au please.

51. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”

57. “I’m up to the challenge.”

Jack turned back to look at the boy at the back of the classroom again. He was still staring, though when Jack turned around he pretended he hadn’t been. Jack raised an eyebrow, and turned back around. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the boy was still staring dreamily at him. 

The bell rang and Jack waited for everyone to leave the classroom. Everyone except him and the boy.

“You do not want to continue this,” Jack said.

“Why not?” the boy said. “Unless...oh no are you straight?”

“No, I am pansexual,” Jack said. “But I do not advise pursuing me.”

“Oh, dangerous huh?” the boy purred, drawing closer to Jack.

“Yes, actually,” Jack said, blushing at the boy’s sudden closeness. “I am not...I am not as I should be right now. The people close to me only get hurt.”

“So...you want me to just give up?” the boy said.

“I...” Jack frowned, unsure of how to answer. 

“I’m willing to wait until you feel better...and I’m also willing to be here for you while you’re working things out,” the boy said, leaning forward and kissing Jack lightly on the cheek. He left then, leaving Jack standing with wide eyes. He slowly reached up and pressed his hand to where he’d been kissed.

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some weird smash up of: 50) i need you to forgive me. 72) you deserve so much better 79) Youre safe now. i've got you :for sophmore jack?

One weird smash up comin’ right up!

“I am a terrible roommate,” Jack said.

“Fuck off, no ya ain’t” Scottie said.

“Yes, I am sure I am,” Jack insisted “In the course of one night you have had to hold my hair while I vomit, restrain me while I lashed out at a hallucination, and bandage my hand when you failed to keep me from punching the mirror.”

“Pfft, ya should meet my family, that’s just the basics in our household,” Scottie said.

“Really?” Jack asked.

“Oh yeah, me cousin Ainsley always has some broken limb or another, and me da still gets some PTSD from time to time,” Scottie said, lifting Jack’s face so he would look him in the eyes. “Broken people may be difficult, but they’re also still people. They just need some help. Maybe I’m a co-dependent arse who needs to get ya to a real doctor, but either way I’m not gonna abandon my friend.”

“Thank you,” Jack sighed.

“Of course,” Scottie said. “But ya are paying for that mirror, rich boy.”

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Ah I'm sorry, I thought I typed it in. The Sophomore Samurai Jack au prompt.

Aw, I’m so glad that one is getting popular thanks for the support! :3 I reblogged two of these writing prompts things in the past week so I hope you meant the most recent one, if I did the wrong ones feel free to send me an ask and tell me!

10. “Please don’t make me socialize.”

Even juvie had school dances, albeit with heavy security to make sure the dancing and fruity non-alcoholic beverages didn’t get the troubled youth excited. Da Samurai was mixing it up on the dance floor and getting rejected by numerous girls. Thief was casually making his way around the wall where everyone had left their bags, very not suspiciously. Scottie was at the food table, trying to work up the courage to ask wrestling captain Callie to dance. Jack, on the other hand, was leaning against the wall and watching from afar.

“Yo, sensei! Get in here!” Samurai shouted from the middle of the grind train that was beginning to form much to the chaperones’ dismay. Jack shook his head politely with a laugh.

“I cannae do it laddie!” Scottie cried as he came running back to Jack’s side. “She’s just too beautiful, and I so don’t deserve her!”

“While I feel you are quite worthy, I still do not understand why you are so enamored with the girl that regularly causes you physical harm,” Jack said.

“I don’t understand why you don’t understand that that’s just part of her charm!” Scottie said, jabbing a finger into Jack’s chest. “You gotta help me laddie! I gotta try and look casual and cool like I don’t care ya know?”

“What do you want me to do?” Jack sighed fondly, wondering if any of his friends actually knew anything about women.

“Come dance with me, you’re so awkward at it I’ll look good! I might only have one foot but you’ve got two left ones!” Scottie laughed, tapping his prosthetic. Jack frowned and fixed Scottie in a glare. 

“Please, I do not wish to dance,”

“Ah, come on laddie yer my best friend and I need ya!” Scottie pleaded. Jack sighed.

“Very well.”

50. “Why does anyone have to be naked?”

“Oh man this is just sick, this isn’t right man,” Da Samurai groaned.

“Relax token straight, a little photoshop never hurt anyone,” Thief said. “But those raffle winners sure will if they find out we were scamming them.”

The pair was hunched over a computer, staring intently at the screen. A knock at the door broke their concentration.

“Wassup?” Samurai answered the door.

“It is time for the study session you requested.” Jack stood in the doorway holding a textbook, Scottie was standing behind him looking less happy about homework than Jack was.

“Oh really? Uh yeah I think maybe we should reschedule,” Samurai coughed nervously, trying to block the door.

“If you fail another test there will be upsetting consequences,” Jack said, concern in his voice. “There is no need to be embarrassed, math is a difficult subject…”

“Nah really, it’s just not a good day you know?” Samurai said, feeling sweat drip down his brow.

“What are ya hiding back there?” Scottie said, pushing Samurai out of the way. “Ya got a girl over? Ha! No, not you!”

Scottie suddenly gasped, and Jack followed him in to see Thief frozen in fear with a sheepish look on his face and a photoshopped picture of Jack’s head on a male model’s body.

A very suggestively posed male model.

Scottie suddenly broke out laughing. “Oh, oh man, Jason I knew he was yer type but don’t ya think flowers woulda been better?”

“Sorry, he’s really not my type,” Thief chuckled. “He WISHES he was my type. This is the prize I promised some very generous raffle ticket buyers is all…”

“You used the promise of a naked picture of me to acquire money?” Jack asked, his face barely irritated and one eyebrow raised.

“…yeah? You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Thief said. “We got the Playstation 4 using your sweet ass.”

“And now you are trying to give the winners this false picture?” Jack asked.

“They won’t know it’s false!” Thief said.

“It’s not about whether or not they know, it is about what is right,” Jack said. “I will pose for the picture.”

There was a solid minute of shocked silence before Scottie started laughing again, he was bent double with laughter.

“What? You’re not gonna really get naked are you, sensei?” Samurai asked, panicked.

“They were promised a picture,” Jack shrugged, already taking off his shirt.

“Jackpot,” Thief grabbed his camera. “Mind if I use some of these for a Jack of the month calendar? I can see that one making big bucks.”

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6 or 7 for your sophomore jack au? Saw it and thought it was neat

thanks for the ask hon! I honestly couldn’t pick between the two so I decided to do two short ones I hope that’s okay!

6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

“Oh shite, this is not good,” Scottie said, trying his best to keep his friend upright.

“Please, do not let my parents find out,” Jack said, wincing. He had his hand on his side, trying to keep the bleeding from stopping. Already the crimson had soaked through his white t-shirt and made his hands slick.

“Is that really what yer worried about right now, laddie?” Scottie almost laughed. “I swear when I see that little klepto rat I’ll teach him a lesson for putting ya in danger like that!”

“No, I stepped in. It was my choice,” Jack coughed. 

“He was the one that got that Kels Jackson and their groupies all in a huff, taking their wallets,” Scottie said. “Ya can’t keep steppin’ in and fighting all yer friends’ battles!”

“Says the one now fighting mine,” Jack smiled wearily.

“That’s different!” Scottie insisted. “Now shut up, I’m trying to figure out if I should bring ya to a hospital or sew you up back in the room.”

7. “You did what?!”

“Hooooooly shit you didn’t,” Samurai laughed, slapping his knee. “I can’t believe you actually did that.”

“You crazy fuckers, you make me look like the mom friend!” Scottie said. 

“It wasn’t so hard!” Thief grinned, moving the tooth pick he’d been chewing on from one side of his mouth to the other. “All the lockers in Jackie’s old fancypants school have the shittiest locks you ever saw. So with a little of his kung fu sneaking around and my expert skills…”

“You filled Aku’s locker with stinkbombs,” Scottie laughed, rolling his eyes. “You shoulda’t least taken his homework or something!”

“I took his tablet,” Thief said, proudly holding the trophy out for all to see. 

“I told you not to take anything,” Jack scolded him.

“What, you wanna return it?” Thief smirked.

“…I will allow you to keep this one stolen item,” Jack said with a smirk in reply.

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20 "Just admit I'm right", 43 "I am not losing you again", and 50 "I need you to forgive me" prompt. For Sophomore Samurai Jack au please.

thank you for the prompt!

20. “Just admit I’m right./ 50. “I need you to forgive me.”

There was a period of time during Jack’s sophomore year in which people referred to him as:

Mad Jack.

The reason for this was that being banished to a school for criminals had taken a bit of a toll on Jack’s otherwise calm demeanor. Months went by when Jack handled things well but one week he finally snapped and was utterly unapproachable. 

Unless you were Scottie.

“How didya do on the test, laddie?” Scottie asked.

“Do your own work,” Jack grumbled, pushing food around on his tray with a fork. He was resting his chin on his arm, close to the table. There were dark circles around his eyes and his hair was unusually messy.

“Like I need yer help to pass a test,” Scottie teased. “I just wanted to make sure ya didn’t fail too badly.”

“Would you just leave me alone?” Jack slammed his fist against the table. Scottie looked Jack up and down.

“I know yer going through a rough time, buddy,” he said. “But you know I’m not the one yer angry at.”

“I think I know more about my own emotions than you do,” Jack huffed, turning away from his friend.

“Fine then. Enjoy lunch, Mad Jack,” Scottie said, uttering the name for the first time.

Jack felt a twinge of shame and regret at that, and found that for the rest of the day Scottie avoided him. Jack took a shower and watched as the water dripped from his hair to the floor and took deep breaths. Scottie was right, he wasn’t mad at al the people he’d been snapping at. He was mad at himself for getting into this situation. It was foolish to be angry at himself for something he could not change.

When Jack came back into the room Scottie was on the bed, scrolling through his phone. Jack coughed nervously to get his attention. Scottie looked at him suspiciously and when he saw how upset Jack looked he laughed and nodded.

“Apology accepted, laddie.”

43 "I am not losing you again"

“No, I can save you,” Jack grabbed at the woman’s hand. Lately, he’d been thinking of her as “Cat” due to the cat necklace that had once belonged to her. He reached for Cat’s hand only for his hand to phase through her as if she were a ghost. 

“No it’s too late,” Cat said. “You lost me. I’m gone and you cannot save me.”

“I can, I can!” Jack insisted.

“Jack,” Thief hissed. Jack’s vision seemed to clear and he realized he was standing in the hallway just outside Thief’s door. “What are you doing out past curfew man?”

A flashlight appeared down the hallway, security doing the rounds. Thief gestured for Jack to come in, and quickly.

“Who were you talking to?” Thief asked.

“...I believe I was sleepwalking,” Jack lied.

“...uh-huh,” Thief sounded suspicious.