bennie and the jets // gyro x reader

i want to hold your hand

unlike how gyro felt about the interaction with her, she almost immediately forgot it even happened. sure she thought his spin was intriguing and he wasnt too bad looking (minus the tacky grill), but y/n had much better things to think about. like the strange man she met that could literally turn his body into a lasso. or the man that definitely had bugs in his eye but wouldnt tell her. so yea, gyro was looking pretty uninteresting at this point. that was until she returned back to her tent.

she noticed almost immediately that there was a tipped over wheelchair laying to the side near the stables. of course she knew that only man who entered the race crippled was the blue eyed man from yesterday. curiously, she trailed her eyes from the chair to the visible drag marks, seemingly from him pulling his body across the rocky terrain. she noticed afterwards the bloodied man previously mentioned panting and beat at the hooves of a disagreeable horse. she furrowed her eyebrows slightly, grabbing the strap of her bag slung over her shoulder. she knew better than interfere with his business, and she had much better things to be doing with her time. still, she couldnt help but stand there for a bit watching him drag his body weight up onto his shaky arms. she was practically mesmerized, her knuckles white from gripping the strap of her bag so hard. until something hit the back of her head. hard. she winced and snapped out of it, turning to confront the offender. except the offender was nothing but a worn and used looking tooth brush. confused she rubbed the sore bit of her head, getting into a crouch in front of the item. hesitantly, she poked the item in fear it was some sort of strange ability. nothing happened. now even more confused, she picked it up precariously and studied it. and was once more hit with something, this time being a pair of scissors.

"fuck!" she yelled, this time it had cut her cheek. of course she now noticed random junk being thrown from the tent in front of her. and of course she would notice it was gyro's. irritated, she stood up to march to his messy looking tent. she may have been nice before, but why the hell was he throwing his shit around willy nilly?

"hey look, its him." she stopped. she had nearly forgotten about the poor crippled man. though she felt no sympathy for him, she couldnt help but feel guilty for not helping. she turned back to the stable, not noticing a curious gyro sticking his head out of the tent.

"the guy who was a famous jockey. he's still going at it? after getting off that wheelchair, all day yesterday and all through the night?" she walked close to them, leaning her arms on the fence with a stoney expression on her face.

"he's planning to enter the race in that condition? i feel sorry for him." he looks down at the poor man, eyes halflidded and tired "that horse he's grabbing onto... that's a.." both of the men turn to look at eachother before bursting out in fits of laughter, clearly amused by his misfortune. the crippled man attempts once more to mount the horse, gripping onto the stirrup. now the sorter man looked nervous, clearly not wanting to witness any sort of death.

"somebody stop him! i dont know if hes dreaming of his former glory.. but he'll get hurt!" he frantically looks about before his eyes landed on her. he looked as if he were about to ask her for help until he notice that she was in fact, a girl. his face paled before turning back around to look at the bruised man. his friend looked confused.

"you didnt know? 'he'll get hurt' ... he was already hurt last night. look at his feet." of course (y/n) had already noticed the protruding stick staking his foot right through, oozing a lustrous ruby red. it looked painful but she knew he couldnt feel a thing. (y/n) leaned her head onto her hand, closing her eyes with furrowed brows in frustration. a sudden warmth came from the left of her, signaling someone came to stand by her. whoever it was also propped a leg on the bottom post of the fence to lean beside her. one of her eyes fluttered open a tad, looking sideways to find a packed and ready gyro. he made eye contact with her briefly before they both focused their attention on the cripple again.

"a peice of wood went through his leg. he dosent feel it... never felt pain to begin with. if you try to stop him from getting on the horse, he threatens to set himself on fire and commit suicide. he's insane." the skinnier man explained, "and to top it off he was sold a 'dobbin' from a horse seller. it's an old, untamable horse with a twisted personality." she raised a single eyebrow, looking to see the short man was now sweating and startled. she had know that the horse he was hoping to race with was nothing but an old plow horse, or a dobbin, but not about threats of suicide. she deemed him to be determined to race no matter what and no longer felt sorry for the cripple.

"even if he could get on that horse again, im not sure he could get it to go east. but then again... let him do what he wants! 'impossible glory'... everyone who came here is like that." the skinny man explained. suddenly the plae blue eyes of the disabled man opened wide, before the old horse begun to trample on his limp body.

"hey!!! he'll be trampled to death!!!" the short man yelled leaning over the wooden fence with a hysterical expression.

"i cant watch anymore! we need to stop him!" he cried before turning to gyro, "hey, dont you think so too!" gyro looked over to them, his hair blowing in the wind a bit. he looked uninterested and bored, but his eyes clearly showed interest in the crippled jockey.

"are you asking for my opinion? i was just looking, since he was in my sight. but if i were to say something about this... he'll never ride it, not like that." he stood up to full height next to (y/n), slinging a map over his shoulder. taking a glance down at the bloodied jockey, she could tell he was listening to every word.

"but on the other hand... if he could ride it, he'll go beyond human." he finalized, eyes narrow and dead set on what he believed. he took a glance down at the still leaning (y/n)'s eyes, only to notice she looked rather bored with his whole spiel. he frowned ever so slightly before turning around and leaving. her eyes fixed themselves back on the dirty man in front of her, only to notice he was looking at her already with a peculiar look in his eyes. she sighed before straightening out and stretching her back. she made eye contact with him once again before smiling sweetly at him like she had done to gyro, before picking up her bag and skipping off.