the euphoric sensation i feel in my veins when we cross paths. it's not something i'll ever be able to describe with just a word. it's so powerful, it's hypnotic. it's taking over me.
i love rango, i want to caress his soft, scaly skin with my dainty feminine hands. i want to to whisper sweet nothings into my ears and then kiss my neck.
i'd give anything just for a chance with him. just to exchange a few words, then i'd be hooked.
if you've not gathered already, i'm a little bit of a stalker. we've not once spoken, but i'd give anything to be able to. i examine his every move, from the way he struts to his country accent. i can never get enough of him. watching him through the cafe window, and he strokes every page of his book with his slick, sexy fingers. i want them in my mouth. i want him to dominate me, and leave me shaking.
i am bat shit crazy for him, i'd kill for him. but there won't be a need for that, because today is the day. i know everything about that alluring lizard. the enchanting shade of green which runs through his scales makes my heart livid. i'll finally be able to seduce him, the same way i've fantasied about for the past eleven years. i'll rip off his cow boy hat and spin it round my finger before pulling him back by his scarf. i like a little rough play, but i'll let him win in the end.
it's finally time.
he's going for his daily jog, and i'm sat on the bench that he takes all his breaks on.
the bench is bolted into the centre of a tree lined pathway, the only thing separating the pink blossoming trees from eachother.
here he comes.
i try my best not to look up, it's so hard to distract yourself from someone so perfect. but i manage. my heart races, i feel my cheeks turn red as he rests on the hard wood. he briefly stretches his back before slouching.
i tilt my head towards his weary body, with peculiarity. and we lock eye contact. my mouth crams with fresh saliva. my vocabulary slips from between my lips, i've lost every word. til i remember, i've been waiting 11 years for this moment.
"tough run, hm?" i inquire, with authority.
"well yeah, how'd you guess?" he laughs.
"how'd you think?" i giggle, following with a smirk. his mouth reciprocates.
"my name's y/n, how about you?"
"me? my name's rango. you never heard of me?"
"no? should i know you?"
his head relocates to stare at the pavement, "well, it's nice to meet someone so humble and genuine. i'm a world famous actor."
"oh really? what movies have you played in?"
"well, ironically my most famous movie's about me. called rango. it's about my time as a sherif."
"really?" i babbled "oh wow! i should watch it some time. do you maybe wanna go and grab some coffee?"
he smirked and blinked, then rolled his eyes and swayed his body back before falling back into his original hunched-over position.
"well aah, i don't see why not!"
"okay!" i replied, making a dense attempt to contain my squeals.
i felt my cheeks go flushed as i watched him stand up and stretch, his scales cracked and he sighed, and hunched over again.
he then fixed his posture and began walking.
i wrote two years ago and i'm never going to finish this bullshit i was 14 and had manic depression goodbye
