bennie and the jets // gyro x reader

BYE BYE LOVE

the whistling of the wind streaking past her face reverberated in (y/n)'s skull. she wasn't quite sure why she was doing this, she wanted to keep a low profile, right?

'a low profile? since when do you care about shit like that?' (y/n) asked herself, raising a single brow. surely it'd be smart to keep to herself but (y/n) has never been the useful smart type. more of a dive-in-head-first-and-hope-for-the-best type. and that's probably the exact reason why she was currently trying to show off in possibly the biggest horse race in the country. oh, and did she also mention that she wanted to possibly harm the president?

over the loud speaker she could hear the announcers voice booming, somehow sounding louder with the adrenaline pumping in her bloodstream. no, let me rephrase, she could hear him shouting but she couldn't hear him. what the fuck was he saying? she wasn't sure. the thundering hooves of her horse was too loud for her to even guess. or was that her heartbeat? she couldnt tell anymore, she was feeling too many things all at once. the broken bridge was coming up, and coming up fast. she was scared and excited for what was to come. would she be able to pull it off? she'd find out soon enough.

(y/n) pulled a shaky smile before laughing out of pure adrenaline. momentarily she pictured her body laying at the bottom of the trench below. now the bridge was just mere yards away. she tensed up her muscles in anticipation. she readied herself mentally for what was to come before activating her saving grace. she breathed out slowly, closing her eyes. she called apon that familiar feeling of her stand abilities, it almost felt like she was famboyantly flipping off the president. a tickling sent a shockwave down her arms and legs before concentrating on the soles of her boots. she peaked at her feet to make sure it worked and saw the all too familiar sparks flaking off the tacky boots on her feet. she mentally slapped herself again for being so stupid, why the fuck was she doing this? it's basically like putting a big red target on her head saying 'hey im armed and dangerous and a possible threat! please eliminate me now!' she had no further time to yell at herself as the commenter yelled something again. all she could make out was something like 'meat feet' or maybe 'greetings'. as she pondered the words spoken she briefly glanced up before looking back down in concentration. wait.. when did the bridge get so close?? her head shot back up to notice that their position was mere feet away from the gaping abyss that used to be a bridge. and only then did she realize what the commentator said. 'WHY AM I SO STUPID?!? OF COURSE HE DIDNT SAY 'GREETINGS'! 'A FEW FEET', THE BRIDGE IS A FEW FEET AWAY!!'

she gritted her teeth and hunkered down, preparing for the jump. the hole on the bridge was about 28 feet long and 8 feet wide. a jump near impossible for a normal horse. but her horse wasn't normal and neither was she. 3 feet now. 2... 1. she jerked the reigns to initiate the jump as it was now too late to regret any decisions she had made previously. as her horses hooves were about to leave the wooden planks, she released a burst of sparks into the wood, effectively boosting them up and out of danger. time seemed to slow down for as her horse made the jump, sparks snapping and fluttering out of existence as they had no use any more. (y/n) grinned excitedly, her facial expressions wide and crazed. as she made the jump any and all sounds around her sounded static-y and faded, like she was in a washing machine. briefly glancing down (y/n) looked directly into the maw of the dark trench that threatened to swallow her whole. this did nothing but cause a shiver of excitement run down her spine. challenging death was oh so very fun.

as soon as her horses hooves met the planks of wood on the other side, sound came back like a rush of adrenaline. the commentator was yelling his ass off, cheering and spitting nonsensical things. but there was one thing she made out.

"THAT SETS A NEW WORLD RECORD FOR THE LONGEST JUMP! 29 FEET!! THAT'S INSANE!! OUT OF THIS WORLD!! SHE MADE THAT JUMP WITH A FOOT TO SPARE!! AMAZING!"

(y/n) grinned to herself as she made her way down the side of the slope to land herself near the lead of the pack. she certainly wasn't expecting to break a record. as she came within close proximity to the lead cluster of horses she noticed her good friend mr. cripple was missing. she glanced around for a bit, looking for him, before the announcer barked out something about gyro and a few others taking a short cut through the grove. she looked to see what was happening and there in all his glory was the crippled man making his way to the spiny trees clustered close together. she also just barely managed to catch a glimpse of gyros dirty blond locks disappearing into the trees. she sniggered and jerked her reigns so her horse was diving headlong into the brush as well. guess a little more fun couldn't hurt, right?

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