anonymous asked:
Sonic Riders prompt can be any of the games you pick. Jet is annoyed that Sonic is winning so to get under his skin he tries to mess with his friends. He think he and Amy are dating so he tries flirting with her to get a reaction out of Sonic and mess with him. Nothing Jet getting fed up snaps at Amy and insults her racing. That gets a reaction out of Sonic he immediately come sto her defense bodily puts himself between them and tells Jet to get lost and leave Amy alone and pick a fight with him
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anonymous asked:
Sonamy prompt you can pick which version feels most appropriate. Amy comes in wearing sun glasses and everyone is confused why she's wearing them in doors. She waves it off claiming she just like to wear them. Sonic unconvinced takes the glasses and sees the bruise on her eye. Sonic gets angry and thinks someone attacked Amy and runs off to teach them a lesson. Amy however explains it was a solo training accident and now has to chase Sonic down so he doesn't hurt an innocent bystander in rage
cutegirlmayra answered:
We're back to this again lol
I love the Babylon Rogues, so this is PERF XD
-reads both- I know exactly what to do…
Prompt:
"NOT AGAIN!" Jet cried out, twisting his Air gear to build momentum and more juice for his speed but Sonic darted by with insane aerials, "He doesn't even have wings!" he cried out, "How does he-!?" he landed and his board wobbled slightly, so he spent a minute expertly correcting his balance before the confetti was fired out the crowd went wild over Sonic's racer card appearing on the screens.
"Better luck next time, Jet!" Sonic winked and saluted him as he Jet tore off his goggles and started to biting firecely on one of their eyes.
"Cool your jets, Jet." Wave flew up to him and curved her board to break gently, as though upon a shoreline… "You know you get upset when you get beak marks on it…" she gestured to his goggles which he grinded his beak against, still staring at the gloating Sonic as he waved to the crowd and graciously smiled when given a huge lei for the victory.
"What is he? A prized stallion winning the race!?" Jet grumbled but Storm just scratched his head, looking confused.
"Uhh… Boss?" He leaned down, whispering in his ear and holding his hand up as though it was private. "I- uhh… think he's a hedgehog…"
"You wouldn't be upset if it was you getting all the praise." Wave folded her arms, "You just have to be so immature…"
"OooooOOHHH! Don't act like you're not upset, too!" He threw his goggles on the ground, "Ever since Babylon we've been rivals! He's been WINNING. When did he get so good at the wind!?" he gripped his head, shaking it wildly around and then stomped his head in a tantrum.
Wave shook her head with a sigh, then assumed the position of scolding and advising, but before she could go off, Jet stopped to blink his eyes at Sonic interacting with his friends.
"What does he have that don't!?" He narrowed his eyes, seriously searching between the interactions… Wave was like Tails, Knuckles like Storm… but then…
"Oh?" He stopped leaning and crouching so much to stand up straight, seeing Amy rush onto the field and jump into Sonic's unexpecting arms.
She showered him with affections, crying out, "Oh, Sonic! I knew you'd win, I just knew it! You'll always win with me cheering you on! Won't you, Sonic?"
"Sure will, Amy!" Sonic gave her a wink, "Couldn't have done it without your support!"
"H-Huh?" Jet looked between the two, still puzzled by that response.
"Thank you." Sonic gently eased her off of him and gave her a thumbs up, "Your race is coming up, right?" he stated.
"Sure is!" She cheered, "You'll be returning the favor, won't you, Sonic?" She jumped a leg up and threw up a fist, excited for her own challenge.
Sonic smiled sheepishly and scratched behind his head, "You know… in spirit." he gestured out a hand, "Sorry, Amy, but thanks to this win, I get to go into the finals." he gestured back to Tails and Knuckles, "While the Single Matches that your in are going on, we'll be competing in another Team Round, meaning…"
He trailed off a second and Amy looked down, pulling her fist up to her chin, "O-oh… Right… of course, I forgot you have to do them back to back… like this." She knew the tourney was tough on competitors, but…
"I'll… miss you." she smiled to them all, as they nodded back to her.
"Be safe, Amy!" Tails cheered.
"And have fun." Sonic narrowed his eyes and smirked.
"Give them no hope, Amy!" Knuckles punched a fist in the air a few times, trying to get her motivated.
"What are you saying, Knux?" Sonic turned around, playfully to him, "Amy's too good at inspiring hope..! She'll have to make the other competitiors at least hope for Second place."
Everyone chuckled at his humor, as Amy nodded, feeling much better about it now.
"I'm lucky to have you all say that, I'll do my best!" she held up her fists again, and the boys all fist-pumped her back.
"Yeah!", "Right!", "Heh!"
"… Hmmm…" Jet put a hand to his chin, folding the other one underneath it. "I don't have an annoying girlfriend that cheers me on unconditionally…" He smirked with a devious grin on his face.
"Wave!" he turned to look at her, "What time is the Single's Round?"
"Wha?" She looked at bit surprised, "W-Why do you want..?"
"It's time to spoil Sonic's cute 'good luck charm' with a bit of rotten cheating… heheheheh… quite literally." Jet puffed up his feathers, ruffling his chest up a bit to get them to stick out more, and slicked back the top of his head. "Time for some mischeivous thiefing through some smooth, sly moves if you know what I mean…" He strut along with confidence as Storm and Wave just looked at each other… clueless.
"All racers to there marks! Any last minute entries, you better step up!" The announcement blared, as Wave and Storm handed back Jet's glasses, which he secured on his head.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Wave warned, "If you compete, we might not make it to the Team Rounds."
"Peh, leave it to me! I'll win this puny round–and the stupid pink girl's heart–all before the second race even starts!" he snickered.
"It's literally going on right next to each other..!" Wave was incredious at his optimism. "How are you gonna compete in two races… at the same time!?" she held the side of her hand in front of him, as though about to give him a whack at his stupidity when he sneered and pointed to the sky pavillion above him. "See that dock?" He stated, "I'll jump down and act like I'm in the Team races, before jumping off the track and going back to the Singles. When I win, I'll just finish the Team races, so you two make sure your placements are high so we can get the final score and I'll be getting first place!" he shoved a thumb into his chest, showing just how sure he was about his plan.
"Gosh, Boss, that's a lot of racing…" Storm worriedly bent down and put a finger to his mouth. "J-Just see to it that you don't forget which track your on…"
"Or where your head is! Hmph!" Wave put her hands to her hips, leaning forward towards him in frustration at his stupidity, and then folded her arms and leaned back, swiping her head away from him. "If you want to jeopardize the whole tourney for your little coup against Sonic out of spite… I'll never forgive you…" she looked down, speaking softer.
"Huh? What was that, Wave?" He raised an eyebrow, not hearing what she muttered. He stepped forward and turned his head to her, trying to hear better. "Did you say something? On that last part?"
In her heart, she thought he was being so petty and immature… but if he needed someone to cheer him on…
Hasn't she supported him from the start? The very get-go? When this team first formed and grouped up?
She just took a deep breath, and gave off a large bird cry into his head.
When he went onto the Single's track, which did dip down towards the Team's track and kinda dolphin'd up and down near the end of each other, Jet had one foot on his board and the other limps in the air as he tetter-tottered on his board from the vibrations of his aching head from her screech.
'Whats gotten into her?' he wondered, before moving his board up to Amy and smirking.
"Huh?" Amy turned to look at him, also having drifted into her spot and then jumped down with him, since you have to start at a run. "Oh… Jet, right?" she didn't really know why he was talking to her… again.
"Yep, that's me." he tried to lift his chin up and give her the best expression he could muster, but it was having no affect on her.
"… Um, well." she shifted her eyes a bit, "Hi?" She waved lightly and went into her spot. He quickly darted up after her, turning a shoulder.
"Heey~" he tried flirting. (Author's note: If you've played Fable,… Yes. It's that XD)
Amy just tilted her head, "You should see a doctor about that sore throat." His deep voice didn't work on her and he immediately grabbed his throat. "That's pretty bad, you know, you really should think about your health. I know I would force Sonic to go if I heard a frog croaking that badly in his throat."
She moved along the line to find the best positioning as Jet was absolutely deveasted.
Who wouldn't be?
The countdown began and Jet looked up immediately, having not been able to recover from such a statement by her when she raced by and jumped on her board.
"Shoot!" he chased after her, getting on the board and darting ahead.
Skating easily ahead of her, he looked back with a smirk, "Ehem, excusing the hoarseness earlier, your Sonic's friend, right?"
She just lifted her head up in confusion, "We're in the middle of a race!" she cried out, but he ignored her.
"Wouldn't you rather be with someone a bit more… how should I put this..?" He tapped his beak, then moved up a ramp and did some tricks before flying down and speeding off ahead of her, "Impressive?" he laughed.
But the laughing was quickly cut off when she did a double-handstand on a railing, balancing with her feet and spinning around on it before dismounting ahead of him. "Me and Sonic can only be with the best of the best." she looked behind her, winking charmingly, "Sonic knows he's got the best team, do you?" she purposefully slowed down directly ahead of him to tilt her board and lean directly into his face with one of her eyes staring straight into him, thinking he was just trying to intimidate her.
She pulled ahead and he gritted his teeth, 'Cheeky, little-!' was about to go after her when he saw the lanes rise up and the Team rounds below him.
"Hmph, catch you again in a minute!" he flew off the side and she gasped.
"Jet!"
Jet landed in the Team Round's track, though it was heavy-duty on his legs, he managed to stay ontop of his board. Wave had invented a 'prop-dummy' of Jet and quickly deflated it when he arrived, scooping it up to hide it. "Where in blazes have you been!?"
"Enough chatter, having a bad day, what place are we in?" He looked to Storm, who frowned a bit.
"Third place." he stated.
"And that's the best times for both of us." Wave added, "They add time penaties in this one."
"What?" Jet looked ahead, seeing Knuckles and glaring. "Storm, you take out the big guy." he bend himself forward to gain momentum. "Wave, take out the pipsqueak, I'll go after Sonic..!"
"He saw you cheating, Jet." Wave warned him, "He looked up and saw you use the ramp, and Amy rail-riding."
"Great. But he didn't see or hear anything else. I can use that to my advantage…" He grinned, doing some tricks off another huge ramp and gaining some air.
"Sonic!" Jet cut him off while landing down, as Sonic frowned deeply with his teeth at his arrival.
"So, you really are playing both races!" Sonic's hunch seemed accurate, "That dummy wasn't fooling anyone!"
"Heh, I just wanted to see how well your little girlfriend did, Sonic." Jet looked behind him, snickering, "She's quite the flirt on the road… if you know what I mean."
"What?" Sonic seemed taken aback by that random change in topic. His board lost his steady balance and he quickly regained it momentarily, but Jet saw the slight wobble.
'Heh, so it is working…' he then saw Sonic jump into his jetstream and frown, "Heh, gotta admit, I was surprised she's doing so well without you, Sonic… Seems you're not as 'needed' as she let on."
Sonic just got up close from zig-zagging through the jetstream, pulling ahead to then become paraell with Jet, looking at him funny.
"She seems to not need you cheering for her, she's moved on to bigger, badder dudes…" He tilted his chin up as though arrogantly trying to convey it was a matter of fact.
With that, Sonic just smiled, "Great!" he cheered, "I knew Amy had it in her, she must be doing really well! To get such praise from you, Jet."
"Wha-WhAt!?" Jet completely lost his balance on that, as Sonic just scooted on by him, waving back to him.
"For her to have your feathers ruffled up, she must be putting on quite the show up there! Tell her we're proud of her!" he went on as Jet had to jump to the Single's Track quickly, grinding his beak's end together in agitation…
'They trust each other so much!' he was getting really angry now, landing back and looking up at the score board for Team Races.
He had gotten his team through a check point, giving them added time, but still…
He looked to Single's and 'tsk'd, 'I need more seconds…' he sped up, looking for Amy who seemed to be pulling towards the higher rankings, but had lost first place somewhere along the way.
Wave looked down to see him back in Singles and pulled up the inflated dummy again, but Storm just looked at her as though it wasn't really helping, but she shrugged anyway.
"Get the red boy." she stated, and he nodded and went in to roughhouse with Knuckles.
Wave looked down to see Jet swerving around the younger competition and Eggman robots, who knew nothing else in their programming then to race, so kept doing so, even when Eggman had given up on the tournaments,… they kept signing up for them, espeically against Sonic or his friends.
She wondered if that was their fate now… Just an inflated ego going into countless races due to her bloodline being the best of the best…
She would never admit it… but her hurt her to see Jet so fixated on ruining Sonic in any way he could… that he thought something as silly as going after his female friend was something that would throw him off…
"He's an idiot." She looked ahead, seeing Tails and pulling out her large wrench, "But he's my idiot…" and still going with the plan… focused on nothing else.
"Our idiot."
Jet finally caught up to Amy, attacking a robot next to her, "Back off!" he spat out and then slided up next to her, "You're really not all that good, you know." he stated, figuring she didn't see him cheating. "You think Sonic really thinks anything of you? He isn't even thinking about cheering you on! He's focused on his own race!" He gestured a hand out and swiped it firmly, but Amy didn't give him the time of day, not even looking at him. "What makes you think he cares if you win or lose, Pinkie?"
"You've clearly never met, Sonic." She drifted harshly as Jet noticed her weak footwork and smirked.
'Got her,' he thought, deciding to knock her off the track the second she drifted too close to the no-wall edges of the platform… 'This is it!' he rose his head up, about to elbow her off the track when…
"Sonic… he cares about his friends." Her smile… her eyes… "He wins so we can all celebrate, and he pumps us all up when we win, too… To Sonic, our success is his own too, and we all share in a loss together. It's probably the same as your team, Jet." she looked gently back to him, her lashes lightly waving in the wind of her drift… "When your team looks to you for that support, you all celebrate an exciting race you won together… right?"
He saw she wasn't looking.
"Amy, look out!" he cried out as Amy turned and gasped.
At the end of the race, Sonic raced up to find Amy, only seeing on the screens that she was down and hiding one side of her face, her hand pushed up against it as she was crying, hurt…
Jet… was on the screen, holding a hand up…
Sonic's eyes bent to a deep glare…
Back on the track, Amy touched the pole she had hit as the other races sped by, "You weren't even trying to look!" Jet cried out, hearing the confetti canons and cheering as he looked up and noticed the Team Races were already over… and now… the Singles were done too.
"What?! No! Drat! This is all your fault!" he had willingly gotten off his board when she was hit, grabbing the edge of her dress to pull her away from the edge of the curve she was about to go flying off of when her board spun out of control… from the side of her face hitting the steel pole…
She could barely say anything, just sounds of aching as he took off his goggles and was about to throw them down… before stopping to look worriedly at Amy.
"… Oh, for the sake of chivalry..!" he cursed, walking over to her and helping her up, "Did you hit your eye?!"
"Y-… Yeah…" she winced, barely able to speak through the pain. "Jet, it hurts… it really, really hurts…" she leaned into him, not even wanting to fully stand.
"Well, don't be a crybaby about it..!" he knew she couldn't drive with her board going off the side of the non-existant railing and looked around to see what he could do. "Ughhh… get on the board!" he lifted her by her armpits and put her on his wobbling board, steadying it for her as she kept silently crying.
"Quit that!" he handed her the goggles, "Put these on! No one wants to cross a finishline looking like a sad little girl!" he started to push the Air Gear towards the finishline, "And if anyone asks, no, I don't care what happens to you!" he clearly did…
She removed her glove, and he suddenly lost his haughty attitude when he saw red smudges of blood on it… Then, putting on the goggles, he couldn't tell the extent of the damage…
"Thank you… Jet." she placed her hands down on the board, her legs dangling off the side, as he continued to push it from behind.
He frowned, but turned his head away… 'I was gonna push her off…' he told himself, 'She shouldn't be thanking me… I could have done a lot worse than what that pole did… Landing on the Team Track took a lot out of my legs… If she can't even drift perfectly right… I can't imagine what would have happened if I-' he shook his head, 'No, don't do this to yourself, Jet! You ARE the best of the best! And you DIDN'T push her off! She hurt her dumb self all BY herself! It has nothing to do with-!'
He rose his head up to see a blur of blue coming his way down the track, and before he could blink, Sonic's fist reared back and Jet only saw the justice of his face as he slammed it between Jet's eyes.
He went flying back, rolling along the track as Amy cried out, "Sonic, stop!"
Sonic skidded his feet to a halt, not even bothering with a board anymore, and heaved his chest up and down…
"What did you do to her, Jet!?" His voice… He sounded like a justified hero.
Jet felt himself get pulled up by the scruff of his feathery chest as Sonic held him before him. "I… didn't do anything…" he spoke through gritted teeth.
'I'm not lying,' he told himself, his eyes flinching more than just with the pain of Sonic's highspeed punch… but from what he could have done to Amy… He didn't think she wouldn't be able to recover, but what if her legs weren't strong enough? What if… 'No! I can't allow myself to beat down on something that never happened!'
He opened one eye to Sonic, slightly able to put a hand on his own gripping his feathery fluff near his neck. "You care about your crew… so do I!" he stated as passionately as he could.
Sonic… slowly let him go and turned around to help Amy down off the board.
"Why are you wearing his goggles?" he asked with a defensive ring to his voice, as though still being there for her but also somewhat protective.
"I… Jet helped me… He… said you shouldn't cross the finishline crying…"
That's not quite what he said, but he appreciated the abbreviation for his sake.
Sonic looked over his shoulder at Jet, who was getting up and coughing, wiping his beak on his arm as he tried to fight off the dizziness from the punch.
Sonic took a calming breath, "May I see..?" He asked, lifting his hands to the goggles…
"N-no…" she put her hands on the goggles, "I… want to cross the finishline… smiling."
She then looked up at Sonic, "Did… you win?"
They were both speechless.
Jet and Sonic, on either side of the board, as Sonic explained they did win, and she shared in that joy even through her pain.
Wave and Storm came up to Jet later as he watched Sonic carry Amy bridal-style off his board… her goggles remaining on through the pictures and press, the crowd not truly seeing the damage done.
"…Jet?" Wave saw that he seemed somewhat changed.
"She seems happy… but…" Storm poked his pointer fingers together awkwardly, "She… is actually really hurt, isn't she?"
"… But her team won." Jet let the sounds slip out as though accepting his own defeat with a sense of noble humility. "Hey, sorry about the loss fellas. I wasn't there for you all. I was… being selfish." He turned around and wrapped an arm around each of them, "I'm not the best leader… but I will be…" he closed his eyes, as though feeling the pain in his eye still from where Sonic had punched him, a echoed reminder…
"… The best of the best." Wave returned the hug, "… At disappointing us."
He slumped in their hold as Storm just laughed, "Y-yeah, but we got third with Dummy Jet!"
Jet glared up at Storm.
"Guess we'll appoint him the new boss, eh, Storm?" Wave teased, resting the back of her hand on her hip.
"Ohhhh, okay, I get it. Lay it on me and let me have it." He folded his arms and pouted as the two laughed… but together… they had shared in their sorrows.
After that, Amy tried to return the goggles, and when she did, Jet threw a gift at her and told her to leave him alone, stop acting like a crazy fangirl just because he showed a little bit of courtsey to the weak and unskilled.
She opened the gift to find a small, cute little whipped cream cake with strawberries and wonderfully sweet frosting in it.
she enjoyed it very much.