bennie and the jets // gyro x reader

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"THE FIREWORKS ARE UP!"

"10 A.M., SEPTEMBER 25TH, 1890. THE TRANS-NORTH AMERICAN RACE '● STEEL BALL RUN ●' HAS FINALLY BEGUN!!"

the race had begun almost too abruptly. everyone pushed and pulled at eachother like desperate kindergarteners trying to be the first to get a snack at snack time. (y/n) could practically feel the breath of the other competitors on her face with how close they were. it was a wonder how nobody had crashed and fallen yet. she kept in mind that a collision will most likely happen soon, what with the learned advantage of winning a 15,000 meter part of the race. an extra $10,000 and a 30 minute time advantage. she admitted that this would be extremely helpful in the race to the finish, but (y/n) benvenuto was not here to win.

"OH! WHILE WE WERE LISTENING TO THE COMMENTARY, ONE HORSE JUMPED OUT OF THE 3,600 CLUSTER OF PEOPLE!!"

(y/n) was a bit suprised someone managed the peel away so early on. she tried to catch a glimpse of who it was through the sea of horses, but couldnt quite make it out through the glare of the sun. she attempted to adjust her goggles a bit before deciding it was useless and just waited for the commentator to find out who it was.

"RECORDED AS GYRO ZEPPELI!! INCREDIBLE!! RACING NUMBER B-636, GYRO ZEPPELI HAS LEFT THE GROUP!! RACING SOLO!! HES TRYING TO MAKE A CLEAN GETAWAY FOR THE FULL 15,000 METERS!!"

(y/n) found herself to no longer be so suprised after finding out it was, in fact, gyro. she had already figured he'd be close to the lead with his well bread horse. (y/n) tuned out the loud speaker as she noticed some of the horses becoming pushy near her after gyro abruptly pulled away from the pack. this was about to be the first collision that she was waiting for and she did not want to be apart of it. she guided her heavy footed clydesdale to push slightly against the horses next to her until she was able to make a break away from the, now stumbling, horses. a few others were lucky and skilled enough to avoid the falling horses, one being mr. cripple. at this point (y/n) wasnt even fazed at the sight of him.

"OH NO!! A COLLISION HAS OCCURRED!! THEY'RE RUNNING INTO EACHOTHER! ITS FINALLY LOOKING LIKE A RACE NOW!!!"

that mans voice was really starting to pick at her nerves. he went on to talk about how startling the horses like gyro did was not against the rules. something about hurdling cattle? just sounds like an excuse, really.

as she contemplated an excuse for running the commentator over with her horse, a breeze of a speeding horse brushed her face. she could recognize that shitty haircut and distasteful turtleneck anywhere.

"AND NOW THERE IS A CHALLENGER AGAISNT GYRO ZEPPELI!! ANOTHER ONE HAS JUMPED OUT OF THE GROUP! HES CHASING!!! HES CHASING!!! HES CHASING AND CLOSING IN ON GYRO"

"could you please repeat that, im not sure if hes chasing him or not," she muttered sarcastically under her breath.

"ITS DIEGO BRANDO!! THE PRINCE OF THE BRITISH HORSE RACING WORLD PLANS TO CHALLENGE, AS IF HES SAYING 'SHORT RANGE RACING IS MY TERRITORY'!!"

she rolled her eyes at the dumb nickname the pompous asshole had been bestowed. 'prince of the british horseracing world? really?'

"NO! WAIT!! THERE'S ALREADY.. THERE'S ALREADY SOMEONE CLOSING IN FROM BEHIND AND TO THE LEFT!!"

(y/n) felt a newfound curiosity as she tried to catch a glimpse of the new challenger. though she couldnt see anything around someone's unnecessarily large cowboy hat. she eyed the hat with  distaste in her expression before leaving it up to the announcer to tell her, again.

"ZEPPELI IS IN HIS RANGE! HE'S ALREADY CLOSING IN!! THE LARGE MASS IS THE CHAMPION CANDIDATE, URMAD ABDUL ON CAMELBACK!!"

(y/n) had previously caught a glimpse of him before and immediately decided that he was someone not to be messed with if he was a guy riding camelback. she was not a guy but could only imagine how painful that probably is down there, what with the bumps and all.

she could now see all the commotion going on without peeking over heads, as gyro was in front of her by a couple yards. abdul had caught up with gyro, using the camels longer strides to his full advantage. he rammed up against gyros flank in order to cause a tumble. gyro's horse stumbled a bit but kept on track. the adrenaline sparked in the air and nearly everyone was feeling it. some people became nervous while others grinned and cheered at the thought of a good race. (y/n) took curious glances at the man next to her smiling wide, showing off his crooked teeth to the world. she couldnt help but smile along with him, revealing her not so perfect teeth as well. though not nearly as bad as his.

"ANOTHER HIT!!"

immediately her attention snapped back to the pushing and shoving racers. abdul had pushed against gyros horse once again, causing him to almost lose his balance.

"GYRO IS LOSING SPEED!! DIEGO BRANDO HAS TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF THIS SLACK AND GOES FORWARD!! FORWARD!!"

(y/n) could barely make out the smug look on diegos face. she could also barely make out gyro reaching for one of the steel balls at his hip. she noticed it spinning rapidly in his palm as he reached out his hand. it spun the kicked up dust from the horses around like a mini tornado until it was hard to tell what was in his hand. she noticed then that she was riding next to mr. cripple and he seemed way too interested in the spinning object. she raised a confused eyebrow before realizing that most people dont see weird things like this all the time. she turned back to notice gyro no longer had the steel ball on his person and now had a large grin on his face.

"hes going into the grove! no!! he'll be caught in between the trees!" (y/n) decided then and there that she preferred mr.cripple's much quieter commentary.

she noticed abdul was leaning in to make another shove at gyro's flank. she wondered if the stockhorse could handle another hefty blow from the camel.

"HE'S CLOSING IN AGAIN!! HE CANT HOLD IT OFF ANYMORE! HE'LL BE STRUCK DOWN!! GYRO ZEPPELI!!"

abdul leaned in for the finishing blow before stumbling down too his demise. one filled with cacti thorns. (y/n) winced, he was sure to be picking those out for hours.

"ITS CACTI!! ABDUL LUNGED INTO A CLUSTER OF CACTI!!"

(y/n) felt bad for the fallen warrior, giving out a small smile of sympathy. picking out cacti thorns hurt like hell, she knew from experience.

"HE COLLAPSED!! ITS A FALL!! A FALL!! HES FALLEN! URMD ABDUL IS DOWN!!"

it was then that mr. cripple seemed to finally notice that she was riding next to her. he looked surprised for a minute before a look of realization passed over him. (y/n) raised an eyebrow before flashing him a quick smile and redirecting her attention back to gyro.

"GYRO IS SAFE!! GYRO IS UNHURT!! GYRO HAS NOT CHARGED INTO THE CACTI!!"

a familiar bout of dust kicked up from the corner of her eye before speeding up into gyro's hand. she knew that abdul falling into the cacti definitely had something to do with gyro's steel ball.

"HE'S ELIMINATED!! WHAT A START!! THE 1ST STAGE! THEY HAVEN'T EVEN RUN FOR 1,000 METERS AND WHAT A FLURRY OF EVENTS! URMD ABDUL! HE'S NOT MOVING! HE'S BEEN ELIMINATED!! A CHAMPION CANDIDATE HAS ALREADY BEEN ELIMINATED FROM THE RACE!"

she eyed mr. cripple as he sweat nervously, trying to work out the sense to the steel balls. he still had blood trickling from his forehead, now mixed with the salty liquid sweat. finally, he seemed to come to some realization which made her grin crookedly. she couldn't help but bark out a totally uncute laugh at his shocked face.

to explain, gyro had used the steel ball to seek out the placement of the cacti through vibrations. she debunked it being echolocation for gyro couldnt possibly hear anything over thousands of hooves thundering. once he had found where they lie, he set up a clever trap for his unsuspecting prey. abdul had assumed the whole time he was leading poor gyro to his doom when he was being played right into a trap. (y/n) had to give credit when needed, gyro was a lot smarter than she had thought before. and now she couldnt help but be a little curious about his steel balls.

did gyro have a stand?

"NYO-HO!!"