bennie and the jets // gyro x reader

super freak

The reality that (y/n) had won the first round of the race had not yet truly hit her as she numbly steered her great steed over to the starting line. She blinked rapidly, feeling an overwhelming pressure on the center of her chest, causing her to breathe a little more deeply than usual.

Centering her brain power on one thing, she gripped her reins and dug her fingers into the worn leather, a creaking emanating from the friction of her gloves closing in on them. She steeled her nerves and glanced up, refusing to yet look at the very obvious starting line that now daunted her.

Besides the starting line was a small tent set up for refreshments and the sort and there, leaning on a post used to hold up said tent, was Gyro Zeppeli. Again.

The sight of him struck her nerves even further and she grit out a twisted sort of half smile, an attempt.

He looked utterly bored in posture, leaning with a sort of swagger beholden of someone trying to look nonchalant. However, she could see that look in his eyes. That contempt that she noticed but didn't understand yesterday. She won what he so badly wanted and didn't even have the decency to acknowledge that in their little "chat" yesterday. Man did she feel like a piece of shit.

She ducked down into herself, trying to look small despite the big presence of the horse she sat atop. So much for making some friends here..

As she looked away she missed the relaxing of his posture, the look of respect in his eyes. Though he may be bitter, Gyro was a man who saw talent where it was. It also helped that she was so easy on the eyes. And that she had plagued his thoughts all night long.

Desperately, (y/n) looked around for something else to entertain her, read: distract her, before her head start in the race began. Of course, there was Diego looking as pissed as ever, pouting like a little boy on the sidelines. Then there was Mountain Tim, who was eating a hearty looking bowl of straight oats. And then... Oh!

(Y/n) turns her reins and steers her steed over to the man laying in the grass next to his horse. He had a piece of straw sticking out of his mouth as he chewed thoughtfully, staring up at the clouds. It was the crippled man once again, and this time she was absolutely certain she would learn his name.

"Hello down there!" She called, startling the man as her horse came into view and her voice rang out a little too loudly in the wake of her nerves. "Sorry if I'm bothering you, I've met you plenty of times on our journey so far and I was wondering if I could get your name?" She tilted her head over the side of her horse to make eye contact with him, shadowed in the large figure of the Clydesdale.

He coughed a bit and dragged his body back with his arms in order to sit up. There was startle and respect in those eyes as he looked up at her, clad in her black and white suit much like armor. She smiled awkwardly now, wondering why he wasn't responding.

"Oh.. pardon me. My name is Johnny Joestar. I suppose... it's nice to meet you." He said awkwardly around his piece of straw, looking to the side to avoid her intense eye contact. She smiled brightly, her cheeks squishing up her eyes and making her whole face appear happy. He blinked a bit, not sure if he found her beautiful or if it was just the abstinence of other women in the race. Why do I feel like someone is glaring at me...

"My name is (y/n)! It's nice to finally make your acquaintance, or whatever the city folk say..." She lifted up a hand for a shake before realizing that she absolutely could not reach him for a hand shake. "Err.. pretend I can shake your hand." She shakes her hand up and down in a mock handshake. He looks at her dumbfounded, lifting his hand slightly too as if not sure what to do. What a dork, he thought, stifling a smile as he too shook his hand up and down.

She grinned down at him brightly, kicking her legs in excitement to have finally gained a somewhat friend in this race. Her big clunky leather boots weighed down her feet and made it hard for her to swing them properly.

"You looked pretty deep in thought before I came over here... what were you thinking about?" She asked, formerly knowing that Johnny was a very analytical man from the slight commentary she had heard during the race the day prior.

"Oh.. just thinking about that man. Gyro? He did someth-"

"What are you two doing over here?"

"Oh fu-!" (Y/n) startled, whipping her head over to the source of the interruption. In all his strangely color palleted glory was Gyro Zeppeli. Again again.

"You makin' friends? Don't you know you shouldn't be talkin' all friendly durin' races where we compete? Especially you.." he looks down at Johnny from below his nose, like looking at an insect. "Don't you know that she won the last round. Quit makin' nice with the big competition." He side-eyes her atop her horse, tapping his foot lightly on the grass.

"Oh fuck off dude, I am sorry I won the last one! Hopefully won't happen again, it was 100% an accident. I am NOT here to win, by any means, please beat me this round." She sits up straight, face twisting in displeasure as she looks down on him.

Johnny looks confused, "Why do you-" he's rapidly cut off, stopping (y/n)'s attention from being diverted from Gyro.

"Why do you not want to win that fuck ton of money? I refuse to believe you have no intentions to win." Gyro interjects, turning his whole body towards her. She does the same, jerking the reins a bit to properly tell him to fuck off and die.

"I'm here," she leans down close to him so she's only in earshot of Johnny and Gyro, "for personal reasons." She hisses, looking at Gyro dead in the eyes.

He straightens and shoots Johnny a quick smug look, startling the man on the ground. What did I do?

"That remains to be proven." He says with a smug little quirk of his lip, drawing her attention to the bright green lipstick. She huffs in embarrassment, not believing herself for finding him attractive at that moment. Infuriating little bitch!

She returns to an upright position and huffs out a frustrated breath, jerking her reins back around to look at Johnny again, effectively ignoring Gyro.

"It was nice meeting you officially Johnny! Come talk to me again, you seem the kind of guy who likes reading and I'd love to discuss." She smiles kindly but there's a hidden fury there directed at Gyro's continued presence. Gyro, who looks sour again, is glaring down at Johnny who feels effectively pinned in place by the two.

"Err.. sure. Nice meeting you (y/n)." He lifts one hand to wave a little, speaking to her but keeping an eye on Gyro out of fear. I see, he's jealous.

There's a call at the starting line for first place to approach their position and (y/n) is once again struck by nerves, completely forgetting the other two in favor of hunching down and getting ready for the upcoming race.

She moves her reins and starts to meander over slowly, but part of her horse's stirrup is suddenly yanked and she is once again rapidly shooting a look down at Gyro Zeppeli.

"What?? I have shit to get to." She spits warily, eyeing the hand that is far, far too close to her beautiful horse.

All Gyro does is stare, he looks so deeply into her eyes that it makes her heart hurt a bit. What is he doing??? He says nothing, just nods and lets go as he tilts his head down so those eyes are covered by his wide brimmed hat. He moves a bit away and (y/n) is left with her heart hammering, remembering that intense look he gave her as her ears slowly turn crimson.

As she once again moves towards the starting line she can only think one thing over her heart beating in her ears:

What a jerk!