mangaanonymous asked:
For the prompt meme could I request some jet x wave for number 9?~ (These prompts have been AMAZING so far by the way! ^^)
cutegirlmayra answered:
Thank yous~ =w=
I HAVE BEEN DYING TO WRITE THIS.
Prompt:
Wave leaned a knee against her table as she wore protective shades, drilling a a saw into some airgear before putting the pulling the device off and setting it down.
She flipped her duo hair pieces while taking the shades off, and looked over her work. "You're still not nearly as fast as I want you… but you'll do." she turned away and placed her glasses down, pulling out a journal of sorts and starting to write her next plans for improvements, sizes, mathematics to do so correctly, the works.
She put a hand up against her forehead, and didn't even notice the peeking eyes behind the door.
"Ohh… ho-ho. You really don't know how good you look with sparks, do you?"
Making odd noises, Storm walked by to see Jet peeking through the door slit, wiggling his fingers before Storm bonked him on the head.
"What'cha doin' boss? Wave told me to do that if I saw you making creepy noises outside the door again." he was holding a box in his other hand, but it wasn't that heavy for him to carry in both hands, so he just casually lifted it over his shoulder and set it there.
"Ouch!" Jet threw his arms over his head, before glaring up at Storm. "Watch it! I can do as I please!"
"What's going on out there?"
He flinched as Wave stepped out, sweat dripping down as she walked out and grabbed a towel, wiping some oil off her face while she was at it. "You two fighting again?"
Jet chuckled lightly, before nudging Storm on the arm and pulling his head down, seeing he was about to confess all.
"Oh, you know-" he yanked him further down to noogie his head. "Just us boys, messin' around! heh-heh." he awkwardly smiled.
She raised an eyebrow, before walking off. "Fine. But do it somewhere else. You're roughhousing could knock me off balance and then both your gears could get trashed." she warned, and swayed her hips as she walked down the hallway.
Jet leeeeeaned around the corner, smiling like an idiot.
She smirked, looking back out of the corner of her eyes.
She knew what he was doing…
She moved on, letting out a 'hmph' before turning the corner, out of sight.
Jet reeled Storms head towards him, holding it in both hands. "What you were you tryin' to do!? Rat me out of my passtimes!?" he then released his head by throwing it out, and walked towards the corner, looking around it before fitting himself up.
"This is it, Storm. The day a boy becomes a man. The day where all races speed to that blessed finish line~ I'll hit her with the ol'smoulder and chat her up again before- PA-CAW!" he pushed back his top feathers, rubbed his fingers together, pumped himself up, and stuck out his chest before swaying his arms out into a woman's figure and letting out a hawk's cry.
"Dahh… I don't get it." Storm put a finger up to his beak.
His head was flung down again, this time, he gripped his amulets and pulled those down. "You idiot! I'm gonna finally get Wave to admit she's has the hots for me since the day we met! Haha!" he nudged a thumb back to gesture to her, then let the lovable lug go.
He patted his head, shaking his head. "Oh, Storm, good buddy, good mate… you may never understand…" he adjusted his gloves and set his glasses on straight, smirking. "She won't know what hit her! Ha!"
"B-but… if you mean…" Storm started to put two and two together, as Jet annoyingly looked up at him, raising an eyebrow as if questioning if he really got it or not.
"B-but Boss! Last time she tired to flirt with you! And you said-"
-COMMENCE PAINFUL FLASHBACK-
"You!? You'd be the last girl on earth I'd ever want!" he stepped towards Wave and swished an arm out in front of her, pushing her back. "Heh, you might as well love a dream~" he then turned around, being arrogant, and fanned her idea away. "I'm deeply flattered Wave, but I must say, I thought you'd have a little more tact than that-"
His eyes widened as his confident fled when the screen turned white.
-ENDING PAINFUL REMINDER-
Jet rubbed his cheek, little chibi tear marks on the side of his face.
"She really nailed you into next thursday, Boss… are you sure you want to try and hurt her feelings again?"
Jet shook his head, looking determined. "That was years ago! I've changed my mind! I can do that, can't I!? It's my head!" he gestured his arms out, before pointing to his forehead, and then dropping his arms down as he kicked the ground a little in his slowly swaying steps. "Ugh… she swore she'd never love me again… I don't even know if I stand a chance now… but one thing's certain!"
He rose his head, turning around confidently and putting his hands to his hips.
"I'm the fastest thing alive! and I always win the prize!"
He then took off down the hallway. "Take the day off, Storm! This chick's mine!"
"DAhhh… chick? Like… cheep, cheep?" Storm patted his hands out, thinking of baby birds. "Ahh… I don't get it boss. But good luck!" he threw his thumbs up, trying to encourage, but then shook his head and started out the other way.
He put a hand to his head, "Gee, I hope she doesn't electrocute him this time…"
Wave had washed up and shook off the water from her face, and then started to head deeper into the blimp to her second workshop, the one where she held all the gear upgrades and gadgets.
The last place was in was mostly for touch-ups and improvements. Speedy cleanups of things she needed to get done. But down here? Heh. This was her where her real work began…
She turned on the lights and they flickered in a row like a factory.
She picked up a gear and looked at the ones that lined the wall, and smiled, proudly.
There was a whistle, and her smile faded as she turned to raise an eyebrow at Jet, leaning at the large door's frame, and knocking on it.
"Hello,…" he smirked. "Wave~" he motioned his hand like an ocean current. He then tried to swagger over to her, as she just saw right through him, and shook her head, lowering her eyelids.
"Did you get that off a cereal box?"
He flinched, growing anger before trying to laugh it off, flicking his nose with his hand. "Haha.. ha.. good one." he leaned up against the table, scooting closer to try and get her attention as she tore a piece off the gear on the table, holding it to the light to examine it further.
"How have you…uh… been?" he looked her up and down, and had his arm on the table, holding his head up.
He was trying so hard.
"Trying to remember why I even let you try." she turned away, and he slipped from the table, grabbing the edge to keep him upright.
"Heh-heh-heh…" he sweat dropped, realizing she was still upset over last time.
She held her head up high, giving him an annoyed glare back, before continuing her work somewhere else in the room.
He frowned, and snapped his fingers, before rubbing them up under his beak, and looking around.
He saw something that caught his eye, and smirked, lowering his eyelids and bouncing his eyebrows to the camera as he sped off to go get it.
"Why did I have to open my big mouth?" She cursed herself, looking up and rolling her eyes, getting back to her work as he came over, holding a toolbox and wearing a tool belt, trying to pose.
"Need a… handyman?" he posed.
She gave him one look, and then took a paperclip, holding it up.
She walked over to him, looking seductive, as she bit the bottom part down, making him a little excited before placing the point of it to his belt.
She pushed the tiniest button on it and the whole thing slid off.
She raised her smile up to show him what a fool he was, and then turned away.
"Eh-heh-heh… hey, at least you don't need to worry about the pants~" Jet shrugged his hands out, as she flinched.
She turned with anger marks all over her head.
"Get out."
"Wave, wait!" He ran over to her secondary table, then sat on it and held up a screwdriver.
"If you make a dirty joke with that, I'll smash your head so hard against this table you won't remember your own name."
She said that so calmly as she pulled out blueprints that his widened…
He knew she wasn't lying…
His hand slowly tilted and he dropped the object, before racing back to the tool box.
He took a crowbar to hook her beak and turn it towards him.
"I think we may have gotten off on the wrong start… you know? Where we both kinda… hehheh, got electrocuted?" he tried to seem charming.
She looked so unamused.
He nervously chuckled, pulling on his tuff of fluff and turning his head, sweating.
She pushed him away and moved to the center of the room. "What I can't seem to understand is how you think you can just waltz in here and act like nothing ever happened!?" She folded her arms, clearly upset. "What suddenly changed your mind?" she glanced behind her, raising her eyebrow. "I mean, I've always had this face and body." she then fully about-faced and gestured to herself. "So it can't be all looks."
He nodded, deep in his own self. "Ye-yeah…" his tongue hung out, before seeing her death glare and quickly snapping out of it. "Ehem! I mean, you have always looked rather… fine." he looked away, trying to play it off as he kept a hand over his clearly smiling face.
"Then what of it?" She almost growled out. "I haven't gotten any younger."
"No… maybe not.." he started to walk over to her.
"And you clearly haven't changed." she gestured to him, but there was a different look in his eyes then, as he approached more readily, without fear.
"I know…"
The sudden shift in his attitude made her blink her eyes, and start moving back.
"Y-Yo..You haven't changedorkeptyourselfinanywaylikeagentlemenoreventriedtoseemkind-." she tried to stay mad, until turning nervous and speaking so fast that soon she just couldn't be understood. Like a fast-forward button on your VCRs.
He kept the expression, walking until placing both hands on the wall, enclosing her in him.
"…You.. You're acting… changed." she allowed herself to lean against the wall.
"…Wave, baby." he smirked. "I should have never resisted ya."
She raised an eyebrow.
"You're the sweetest thing I've ever picked up." He moved his arms down to her sides, "And quite frankly, the greatest treasure I've ever acquired." he went in for the kiss…
She held a hand up, and he opened his eyes.
"…Honestly, I wasn't expecting that." he admitted.
"You probably weren't expecting this either."
WHAM!
"YYYEEEEOOOOWWW!"
Storm came back home from the movies, and looked around, seeing Jet with bandages and ice packs all over his body, growing and looking ticked off.
"Uhh… Boss?" Storm peeked his head and beak around the corner.
"GET OUT!" Jet threw some ice packs at him, and then whinced at the pain from moving. "WAAVVEE!" he smashed his hand on the table multiple times.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Geez." she walked in with more wet rags and ice packs. "Who was I to know that jamming your head into the wall would have all those gears fall simultaneously onto your body?" She placed the objects down and folded her arms.
"Cause you're a scientific wiz and know how to cause the worst case scenario to happen!" He hollered up at her, furious. "It's statistics! And not even I could have sabotaged myself that well!"
Her eyes perked up, as if turned on by that.
"Really?~" she leaned on the table.
"Yeah! And you know whaaa…." he stopped shouting, his beak dropping as she put her finger into the water, and then her mouth.
"Care to tell how else I differ from in being smart and pretty?" she got up and lifted her arms to his face, as he seemed to almost melt by the touch.
Suddenly seeing Storm, he turned and hollered out while shaking a fist towards him, "I THOUGHT I GAVE YOU THE NIGHT OFF!"
"I-It was the day and-"
"SCRAM!" the two stated in equal harshness, as Storm freaked out, terrified of their scary looks, and raced back for the blimp's exit, booking it.
"I'll never understand love!" he cried out, grabbing his gear and taking off for the city again.
(I can't help but feel like these two will eventually be super into each other, but it would be a… dangerous… relationship, lol!)