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Sometimes you wonder what being in love actually feels like. It could feel like the sensation when you take a bite into a warm oven baked chocolate chip cookie. It could also feel like the wind blowing through your hair when you stand on the bow of your friend's boat, pretending to be on the Titanic. It could be a million different feelings, but it is something you can’t help. Not in the slightest. Not even when you are sitting down at a coffee table outside in the warm sun, with a glass of wine next to you. Not when you are looking at the grape vines that spread across the California Valley. Not even when you turn to look, and all you see..is him.

***

It was a rainy day in Fall River, Massachusetts. You were sitting at an old lab table with a dead rat in front of you. The smell was so potent that you felt a gag arise from the back of your throat. You pushed it down and picked up the dissecting forceps and probe while scavenging through the inside of the smelly specimen. The white fur mixed with the meaty pink of organs inside the body. It was definitely not a good view to look at. You have been at this school for almost four years and somehow, it just seems like it is taking longer to complete it. All you want to do is be with animals everyday. Just not dead ones that you have to poke at with dissecting tools.

There was a small group of girls chatting around at the other end of the lab table. You try not to be nosey. But it is certainly better than the irie quietness on your side. So you casually eavesdropped into their conversation about their relationships. Mainly how lucky they are to have such incredible men in their lives. Though it didn’t sound like a competition. You got the notion that two of the girls were trying to one up each other on who’s man is the best. Though it was somewhat silly, you couldn’t help but find it entertaining. Relationships for you, have been nothing but bad luck. If you were really being honest, you never even had an official “boyfriend”. Even that word makes you quiver in disgust. But it was true. 

The only man you have in your life is your cat, Mino. Other than him, you were alone. Sometimes it was nice. But other times, you wished that you were being swept off your feet and carried to a luxurious bed. Or sitting on a porch and enjoying your time with a fine man. You also would love to feel warm strong hands placed onto your hips and to feel a heavy hot breath trickling down from the base of your neck. It gives you ghostly shivers. But for now, you were just an average college student living in your parents house.  

You plucked through the specimen grabbing the nasty tissues with the forceps and poking the lungs and heart with the probe. Your eyes were focused on the dead rat. But your mind was somewhere else. You almost felt numb. It was the same numbness that you were familiar with. One that you have been used to since freshman year of high school. Now you are 24 years old, and in a Veterinary Degree. A degree you wanted to go through with because you have had such a special connection with animals since you were a child. Yes, being with animals everyday was extremely amazing. Also being able to help them made your heart ache with happiness. But it didn’t make you, yourself entirely happy. 

If you were actually happy, you would be somewhere in a beautiful home on a decent piece of land with a barn off to the side. Two horse paddocks that would travel around along the driveway to the front of the house. The house itself would be a gorgeous two story New York mountain style home. Dark oak trimming along the outline of the gray house, and a stoned foundation that travels up and connects with the chimney. In the back there would be miles of grape vineyards that would trace the hills. A living room with a TV over the fireplace, bookshelf filled with books in every shelf that goes along the fireplace. Comfortable couches that look over the valley. Master bedroom, and with an attached bathroom. Of course, a beautiful modern style kitchen. Where you could attempt to recreate some of your family's popular Polish dishes. Two dogs and two cats. No children, because who has time for them anyways. But then adding it up, you have a man. 

He was the man of your dreams, with his slightly hidden Chilean accent. His defined nose and chiseled chin. His hazel eyes and his hair which was mainly a brunette shade but had gray strands that would splice here and there. What you loved the most about him, was the way his hair would somewhat curl at the end when it got long. His beard was poorly grown with his sideburns that were salt and peppered. But it turned you on so much. Then of course that mustache. It was so iconic. The most iconic thing about him. His glasses that made him look like he was either a nerd or someone’s dad. He was famous for his roles in movies and TV shows. One in particular where you only got to see his face in three episodes, but other than that. He was hidden behind a sheet of beskar metal. He may be 47, But you didn’t mind at all. It was something you were into. Though in society an age gap that long would be looked down as forbidden or reckless, but you did not care. Because age is just a number. 

***

You walked to your car. It was windy, and the rain made it feel even colder than it was. You hurried to open the door of your green Subaru Outback, slamming it closed behind you. Cupping your hands to your mouth to pump hot air. As you attempted to warm yourself. While your car is being warmed up. You grabbed your iPhone scrolling through your Spotify and playing The Clash . A band that you and your father would jam out to since you were very little. You blasted the volume when “Train in Vain” was played. As you drove home, in the rainy cold weather. 

The inside of your parent’s 1930’s house was toasty. You stumbled into your room, as you threw your lab sneakers off. Ripping the cold and wet scrubs over your head and tearing them down legs. As you slide into some warm leggings and a big sweater. You huddled your arms to keep yourself content. You grabbed your ipad and headed downstairs to your work station. 

As you continue to write your fanfiction story about your favorite Star Wars character, Boba Fett. You have been into fanfiction writing for many years, but never actually posted anything until one of your friends on TikTok recommended Archives of Our Own. So you thought why not, and decided to post a few fanfictions pieces. Which were mainly about Star Wars characters. Like Boba Fett. He was the love of your life, if he was actually real. Which sometimes you wished he was. It would be reckless and kinky to be with a man as dangerous as him. I mean he was one of the most feared Bounty Hunters in the Galaxy. 

 You drew on your ipad for a little bit. Which was mainly finishing a piece with Arthur Morgan riding a horse shirtless in Saint Denis. 

After that, you that ended up on your phone scrolling through your instagram feed. Then your heart stopped when you saw a picture of the man of your dreams. As it was an older picture of him sitting on a couch in a dark t-shirt. Your eyes immediately soften when you see his smile. He has such an intoxicating smile. It made your cheeks flush to a light pink. Then you closed your eyes slightly imagining actually being with him. 

You're sitting on a couch, he comes over and sits next to you. His rough and strong hands gently run over your thick small thighs. As he gently rubs his fingertips up and down tickling your skin, which is causing you to blush intensely. Pleasure would be swirling around the pit of your stomach. Your eyes would be pierced on his. 

A thick haze of his lips are slowly pressed to your neck. You breathe out a soft sign. His lips were drunkenly lazy as they made their way to your mouth. Your clit was throbbing through your panties. Your heart was beating fast. Your breath was shallow. Your fingers were clinging to the fabric of his button down shirt. Just as his hand reaches up to the gap of your thigh. His finger just barely brushes at your entrance, you jolted awake. Wet as can be down at your labia. 

You sigh in disappointment.

“It was only just a dream” You said to yourself quietly. As you picked up your pen and decided to go back to working on Arthur, trying to forget the thoughts of the Mandalorian actor .  

***

It was late at night, you were in bed. Causally going through TikTok, you constantly would see edits of him. It made you somewhat sad, because this man made you feel pain and suffering in a weird sort of way. It all started when you read that Mandalorian fanfiction that everyone was talking about. Now you can’t stop thinking about him. But it’s not the kind of attraction others have of him. Which was normally based on characters from the movies and shows that he starred in. 

You on the other hand. You generally wanted a mixture of a companionship and sexual relationship with him. Even if that makes you sound like you are half 46 and half 24. You wanted him to comfort you in bed, while he can prop you up with one swift movement leaving you hand marks on your ass cheeks. As he can cuddle with you and give you light kisses on your neck. But then turn into making you get on your knees and calling him daddy. While he tickles the sides of your stomach with his fingers causing you to giggle. He can also tickle you internally, which makes you scream in pleasure. He can be intimate and dominant. He can be goofy and dangerous. The mixture of both makes you fall head over heels and weak in the knees for him. 

Then there’s another side to him. Where he could be there when you cry. Holding you and brushing the strands of loose hair away from your face. The fact you were ignored all the time by everyone who has ever met you. That you were too overweight for anyone to like you. You wanted a man like him, that could look you in the eyes and tell you it’s going to be ok. That you don’t have to be afraid that you can be comforted and loved for who you are. Someone like you, who was bullied for many years of your life.

But then reality hits you. You are just a 24 year old college student and he is a 47 year old celebrity. That has no idea who you are. He would definitely have no interest in you whatsoever. But if.. If it could happen. You would feel like a million bucks, you would feel like you could accomplish everything. But you don’t. You are just another one of his fans. 

You sighed in disappointment and turned off your phone. You stared up at the ceiling. The old plaster cracks that haven’t been repaired since probably the late 80’s. Your eyes begin to water up slightly and small sniffles escape from your mouth. You tremble slightly. You hug your sheets and close your eyes. As you let the tears flow down your cheeks. You cry yourself to sleep, but then feel comfort in your dreams. As you again for the third night in a row, dream of him. 

He lays next to you, and his arms around you. You're staring at the sheets in front of you. You felt warmth and happiness inside your soul.  Which made you feel comfortable enough to finally fall asleep next to him. 

It was Three o’clock in the Morning and you woke up to your phone going off. Your slitted eyes and trembling hands. As you grabbed your phone to see who was bothering you. It was a message you did not want to see or even begin to read at three o’clock in the Morning. It was a man that you had causal relations with for many years. He was toxic to be around with. He caused you pain emotionally, with his nasty words that would echo into your ear. You have tried for many years to break it off. But one will know the circle of violence a person can cause. So you felt vulnerable. Even if this man was the man that crashed your car almost killing you on impact. While running off on the scene leaving you to deal with the police. But now here he is, texting you this early in the morning. 

‘ Please text me back. I need you. ’ Is all he said. You rolled your eyes and almost placed the phone back down. Before your naive ass texts back. 

‘ What do you want?? I am sleeping?? ’ You respond to him. 

‘ I need a ride, please come get me. I am sorry for acting how I was to you ’ he responds almost immediately. 

Your blood was boiling and you felt like fumes were coming out of your ears. The audacity that this man has to be doing this to you. Especially at Three o’clock in the morning. 

‘ No. I can’t nor do I want to. Find someone else. ’ You respond to him. While you set your phone down and turn to face the wall. Then you heard your phone constantly blow up. All you could do is throw a pillow over your ears, because you knew exactly what he was going to say. He was going to harass you, threaten you, expose you, and block you. Like he always did. 

The words repeated in your head from previous conversations you had with men. When all they ever tell you is that you're only good enough for one thing. That was sex. Other than that you were nobody. 

You were not going to lie, but you were falling apart deep inside once again. You felt like you could easily get hit by a train. You somehow wouldn’t be worried. Then when you realized you were thinking those thoughts. You panicked even more. Your eyes went all over your room. The Only words that would repeat in your head was “You are just not good enough…You aren’t smart enough.. You aren’t beautiful enough”. The words antagonize you constantly. Hurting you. Tearing through your heart and lungs. 

Your mind was not aware of what you were physically doing. You grabbed your phone and wrote a message in your notes. You sniffled and cried while writing each line. You have no idea what you are doing. But you did it anyway. You were about to send the message. Though you hesitated at first. Your mind was just not aware of what you were doing, or who you were sending a message to. But you were at the end of the road and everyone ignored your call for help. So why not!?! What is the worst that could happen!?!

You hit the button to send along with a couple of drawings. Before you closed your phone and tossed it onto the table and went back to hiding under the covers. You closed your eyes and when the same comfort washes over you. Placing you into a deep sleep again. Still unaware of what you did. Too unaware of where the message was sent to and to who it was sent to. 

***

It was the next morning, you looked out the crack between the shades of the curtain at the light shining through into your small dark room. You wiped away the sleep from your eyes. Pulling the covers back and you grabbed your phone. Your eyes were still somewhat cloudy from the sleep that was fogging them up. The face ID registers, once it unlocks the screen pops open exactly where you were at 3am. Which was instagram…and then you saw that you sent a message… then you looked at who it was sent to… Your eyes widened. Your heart was racing and you felt like you could pass out. You were once again unaware of what you did. Then you finally popped out with a. 

“Shit..That’s not good.” 

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So yes, you did send a random message to Pedro Pascal at three in the fucking morning. Why? You ask yourself. You have no idea why, maybe it was because you were on the verge of losing yourself. Your friends wouldn’t answer your calls or text messages for the past few days. Even your own parents weren’t even fully aware of how awful you have been feeling. 

So why not send a message explaining this actor's importance to you. Even though you didn’t think that you would actually send the message to him. But there it was in that Blue Instagram bubble. Along with a couple of drawings you had done of him from the past few commissions. So why not share them. You worked really hard at them.

You also know for a fact that your message is going to be washed up into a bundle of other messages he receives. You think you are the special one to get a reply. Think again. This man has almost about a billion men and women who constantly drool over him. It’s almost like he is some sort of Chilean god. There are some true hardcore fans of his. The kind of fans that constantly update your Twitter and Instagram feed with updates on his life. It was somewhat cute. But when you even make a comment. Those fans would almost immediately feel somewhat possessive over him. Telling you to back off and be on your way. Which made you want to forget him. Honestly you just couldn’t understand how you actually felt about him. It was complicated to say the least. 

Like that one picture where you got somewhat jealous of him. He was sitting on a gorgeous Bay Lusitano Stallion.  Most girls would be like ‘I’d like to have him ride me, like he rides that horse’. But in all honesty you wished that you were the one to ride the horse. Who couldn’t say no to that, he is a gorgeous stallion. To be honest you wouldn’t even mind, if Pedro was there watching you. You would swing your leg over that saddle. Grab those reins and ride around proving your point that you are in fact,one of those horse crazy girls.

Though you know you would make a fool of yourself. Because peer pressure was never your friend. You never liked the attention. In school you always wanted to be in the background. Your biggest fear was having eyes on you. The thoughts that would circulate your mind. Which would make you stutter during any presentation. In reaction, you would cause the students to laugh and giggle behind your back. While some others would give you disgusted eyes. Even in the horse world. Which is an extremely toxic group of people. 

It’s not that you didn’t have talent. You were told by many clinicians that you have a gift with these monstrous sized animals. You were just so used to being constantly put down. Like your father. He always makes you feel off about yourself even when you are having the best day. He would make a comment that went from your best day to your worst in a second. So of course your reactions are justified with how you act towards anyone. If you were in a room filled with people, almost everyone in the room would make you uncomfortable. Except for that Middle aged Chilean man with that thick luscious mustache.  

 Pedro wouldn’t make you nervous, he would make you confident. He wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. He would make you the most comfortable that you could ever be. Not even those beds up at the Mount Washington Hotel with those fluffy down blankets and pillows could make you as comfortable as he could just being there. He could be sitting in the arena in the corner and just watch you ride that Lusitano, without feeling a single bit of nerves. It turns you on so much with just how much he actually does to you in a weird way that you can't understand. 

Ever since he considered himself a “Daddy” in that Vanity Fair interview. The fans went even more wild for him. But can you blame them? He is a gorgeous man, he deserves the right to call himself such a masculine word. There was even that one interview where someone considered him as a “Zaddy”. Which is apparently a step above a “Daddy”. It’s all thanks to that little green guy with big ears and huge black eyes that made your body charged up on Oxityocin with how fucking cute he is. 

If you didn’t say “Awww” when you saw the little face pop up in episode one of The Mandalorian . Did you really even watch the show? I mean yes, Mando may be the main character. But Grogu stole the world’s hearts faster than his Beskar Zaddy did. At Least he did for you. But you were Boba's girl, not Mando’s. I mean your first Celebrity crush as a kid was Daniel Logan. You were definitely not ashamed of it either. 

So yes, You did send Pedro a message about how your life is falling apart. Also telling him how much he has been your comfort person for the last few weeks. You were not ashamed of doing it. You took a few deep breaths and slowly got up from your bed finally. 

Placing your phone on the table next to you. You stumbled grabbing a towel and walking to the bathroom which was on the other side of the second floor. You closed the door behind, placing the towel on the rack and stripping your pjs down. You gently comb your hair as you turn on the shower. You hop in as the hot water beads down your back. You closed your eyes and relaxed. Pretending you were anywhere but the shower. 

You felt ghostly shivers travel up your spine. You open your eyes to see that you are now under a waterfall, in a beautiful forest. The water is pouring down in gallons. You dive down into the deep clear blue, and swim under into the hidden cave. You sit on a ledge, watching the water pour down. It was somewhat hypnotizing. You relaxed slightly, till you felt a hand gently placed on the top of your head. Your eyes wandered up slowly. There he was standing right above you, shirtless. Your eyes were peeled onto his. 

As he gracefully lowers himself behind you. You rested your back on instinct to his chest. You felt arousal start to swirl around the lower part of your stomach. His hands travel down, past your shoulders till they rest onto your hips. Your cheeks are flushed to a light pink, your head leaning back on his shoulder. Your eyes were on his. He smiles and kisses the top of your head before his hand travels over slightly to the edge of your panties. Your breath gets a little more staticy. His lips find its place right under your jawline, as he kisses your neck lightly. He inches lower down your body. You felt the ache for touch between your legs as he slowly moved with those strong hands. You sigh softly from the touch he leaves you with. He moans slowly while kissing your neck. But then your eyes pop up open and you're back in your hot shower with wetness dripping down your thigh. You again sigh in disappointment. Yanked the old knob to turn to the cold setting. As you continue your shower. 

***

It has been a couple of months since that night. You have been going about your normal weekly routine. Though you are finally on Break from classes and you have been enjoying being at home, or working with client’s horses.

You would also get the chance to post more of your Boba Fett Fanfiction on Archives of Our Own. It was somewhat getting attention. Not as much attention as that Mandalorian fanfiction. But honestly, who can compete with that story? It is a masterpiece. You know for a fact that your writing is nowhere near as improved as hers. But it was nice to get some kind love for the piece you wrote about Boba. It made you feel determined to write a story as good as theirs. 

You ended up taking a flight down to Florida to see your mom and stepdad. They lived right outside of Tampa in a small town. It was surely nice to spend some time with them. As you don’t get to see them often anymore. 

It was two days before the HBO Max original show “The Last Of Us” came out. You were a gamer and you have played the game. So it was a must that you had to see Joel Miller in real life. Even though the actor playing it was Pedro. You tried to forget that night of you sending him that message. You haven’t even checked your messages on Instagram since you sent it. You muted the notifications, so you will never ever know if he responded.  Which you were happy about, so you spent your time on other things. 

Such as watching your weekly episodes of “The Bad Batch”. It surely was good content, very good content. To see the batch again working together. Though you were more ecstatic for the return of Commander Cody, who is your absolute favorite clone trooper. But you hoped you would see more of him soon again. 

It was January 13th, You were sitting at the kitchen table at your mom’s house. an Old fashion was sitting in a small glass in front of you.  The droplets from the residue were on dripping down from the rim to the base of the glass. You were with your family and your dog. Talking about the younger days of your life, growing up in the early 2000’s. Your mother decides to retell that story, When you ran out of a soccer game for Ice Cream. It didn’t help that your brother kept screaming “Ice Cream Truck! Ice Cream Truck”. Then also that other story where you couldn't wave properly as a child. Which your mother thought was extremely hilarious for no reason at all. Most babies can’t wave properly in general you think. 

All of a sudden, the conversation shifts. Since your brother ended up proposing to his girlfriend in front of your family at dinner. It was really sweet and romantic. The conversation was all about weddings. Then there was something inside of you that stung slightly. Now you don’t know what it was. But you ignored it for now. You were in the moment and you were happy for them. 

After a few sips of cold liquor that stung the back of your throat, you were sitting there peaceful and calm. The drunken citrus haze hits you slowly. Though you already know you are going to regret drinking that. Because you have chronic Acid Reflux problems. But it’s ok, it's a special night and you wanted to celebrate. You let loose and relaxed in your chair. So if you have to wake up early to let it all out then you can handle the pain. 

You got a message from a guy you were talking to for a while. He asked you to send him a seductive picture. Now if you were sober you wouldn’t have done it. But you weren’t. So you quickly found a photo in a secret folder in your phone. You sent it to him on instagram but because your eyes were playing tricks on you. You thought you sent it to him. You smiled and locked the phone screen before figuring out what you did. Which you don’t, all you can think about is wanting so desperately to sleep. So you stumbled to the pullout couch half way through a conversation about your brother’s work. Making sure to take your acid controller medication. You conked out on the bed within seconds with your bloodhound curled up next to you.

You woke up at 8:30 completely fine, just a little groggy. But surprisingly you didn’t have a headache and you felt somewhat normal to an extent. You grabbed your phone to see you had over ten messages from the same guy. Which concerned you because he wasn’t really much of a talker. He wasn’t boring or anything he just was quiet, like you. So you thought it was odd that he was blasting you with messages saying “ where are they? ” and “ I thought you were sending me stuff? ” 

Your eyebrows raised as you looked at the message on instagram. But then you realized it and your eyes widened. ‘Oh no.. Not again..’. You tossed your phone onto the couch and started to panic. You sent a nude to Pedro. You panicked immediately!

‘What he is going to think!?!’. You are really making yourself sound desperate for his attention. It was a total accident.

 What an idiot are you. Why are you panicking so much? It's not the end of the world. You aren’t the only girl that has probably sent him nudes. But on the other hand you don’t send nudes to random Forty-Seven year old men!

  You sat down and grabbed your phone, you scrolled to the other message chat you had with the guy you were supposed to send the boob pic too. But you clicked on his name. It was immediately blocked. Your heart ached a little and you were beyond upset with yourself. Though it wasn’t like you were going to be with him. He wasn’t that cute. It was just a fling that lasted a couple of months. But still it did ache a little bit. You sighed and placed the phone down and took a deep breath. You really need to get your head straight. 

Even though you liked the Last of Us game, you decided you were gonna wait till the season came out fully before you would watch the show fully. Even though you don’t mind spoilers that will come throughout the series. You have played the game you knew what you were getting yourself into. You just couldn’t watch anything with that Chilean man’s face on it. Not now to say the least, not now. You sent Pedro Pascal a Nude of your boobs. What a fool you are. What a fool. 

You relaxed yourself though, it’s not like he will ever see the message, it will be washed away like the others he gets. So you calmed yourself down and went on with your day in the beautiful sunshine Floridan Sunshine! Even though you felt like something was about to happen. 

***

Couple Months Later

It was late April, the cold weather in New England had died down. The warmth and heat kisses your skin giving you goosebumps. 

It was a beautiful spring Saturday morning. You were sitting in the back porch with a mug of coffee. Your kitten is perched next to you sleeping soundly on the blue couch. You casually go through Twitter looking at posts of Star Wars content. Ranging from Clone Trooper fan art pieces to Mandalorian drawings. Your eyes caught onto a drawing of Commander Wolffe. A Clone Commander who fought beside General Plo Koon in the Clone Wars series. It was such a beautiful art piece of Wolffe too. It was realism, so of course it was Temuera. You felt yourself get somewhat flushed. 

Some people may call it crazy, But being with an older man. It was something that you did think of. It felt wrong, but sexy. It felt like you were doing the right thing, even in society's mind it would be wrong. In every way.

 Though it doesn’t stop you. You were afraid of telling people that. Because the world would look down at you. But it wouldn’t prevent you from being with a man like Tem. I mean he is the Clone. He is the face of the Clones, and man when he was in his younger years. He looked even more amazing. 

Then your mind drifts to Pedro, the forbidden love that you couldn't have even though he is single and doesn’t have children. You would be stormed down by a bunch of horny and thirsty women who want him so bad.  You try to forget that time you sent him that nude. You did. It was a whatever moment. You got over it and moved along. But it did haunt you. What if he did see it?? What if he blocked you?? What if it is still unread. 

Pedro Pascal is an absolute icon at the moment, as he played roles as two different Dad figures in shows, and to top that off. There was that one Edit of him that blew up. That person got his attention so easily, maybe not in the way you’d like. But he definitely did notice. He even stated in a SNL Performance, “The Edits need to stop”. While girls were hooting and hollering for him. You on the other hand. Honestly, you felt bad for him. 

People only recognized him as a Daddy, and were too inappropriate in Interviews towards him. You can tell with the way he looks. He was uncomfortable. That he was also completely done with them. Even Though he was the one that set himself up for it. It made you feel aggravated.  Particularly towards the people who were making him feel that way. But you understood how it felt somehow. You understood how it felt to be looked at as a sexual figure rather than an actual human being. You shook your head to release the aggravation. 

You closed out of Twitter and ended up on Instagram. Scrolling through your art profile, that is only has a hundred followers. But you weren’t complaining. People like the work you post. 

In all Honesty it was fine. You really weren’t looking for someone’s approval about it. You posted what you wanted to post. It was ok to do so.

 You noticed one of your instagram accounts had a message. Three Messages actually. It was your personal Instagram. You went to the page and noticed one of the messages was hidden in the General section. Your eyebrows raised and you thought to yourself ‘Now who would be put into category” You swiped onto it. Your eyes widened even more. As the top message, with the profile picture of a mustached man and his cousin. His name is in bold letter black letters with a Blue mark at the end.

 Your body shakes, you start to feel all sorts of things. It was sent a Week ago. It was a liked message. But you were curious so you clicked on the message. There was more than just one single like. 

He liked the drawings you had of him. He also liked the depressing message you sent to him. Not to mention that he also liked the sent image. Your cheeks flushed knowing he saw your boobs. The fact that he liked the nude as well. Made you feel heat seeping in your tummy. You scrolled down slightly. When the white bubble shows up. 

Pedro says “It’s alright I understand. Regardless if it wasn’t for me. I kind of liked it.”. Your eyes widened and your breaths stopped short. 

You look at the message and back up at the porch screen in front of you. Your lips get chapped and your breath staggers slightly. You felt unbearably warm. Before you looked down at the message again. 

You have no idea what to write back, or even if you should write back… What do you even say..should you just leave it. But then that would be rude. You can’t be rude to a man giving you a compliment of your perky breasts. You gulp slightly, before trembling hands type out. 

“Uh…T-Thank you…I was not expecting that.” You blink quickly. Your fingers shake and you sent the message back to him.

You placed the phone down onto the table and you grabbed your coffee giving it a few more sips. You went back on instagram on your art page. Thinking he wouldn’t respond. He sent that message a week ago. There is no way he would respond right away. You took more deep breaths and tried to chill out. But within a few minutes another message pops up on your notifications. It was from him. Your eyes looked twice. You pressed on it. 

“You are very welcome. I am only telling the truth.” He says back to you. You smile slightly. You type back quickly. 

“Well it means a lot, even though it was meant for someone else. But he blocked me afterwards anyway.” You replied. He responds almost immediately. I guess he is being chatty with his fans today . 

“ Well that is too bad. But I am glad someone got to see it. ;)” He responds.

 You blush profusely. This has to be some kind of trick. This man isn’t talking to you right now. You are only dreaming. Like one of those deja vu dreams but you weren’t.. This was real, and it was happening right in front of you. Your cheeks were a shade of bright pink. You looked up from your phone and cleared your throat. Before you answered him. 

“I-I…Am sorry… I am just slightly panicking..are you real” You texted him. 

‘Of course he’s real, Amorea, what did you think!?!’

You wait a second, before he sees the message. But he doesn’t respond. So you turn your phone off to give him sometime to talk. But it takes almost all day. Maybe you caught him in the act. Maybe he blocked you. 

You were getting ready for bed, pulling on your Ahsoka Tano shirt you got from HerUniverse almost a year ago. You brushed your teeth, washed your face. You settled yourself into bed. Pulling the comforter up to your nose and reading another chapter of a Boba Fett fanfic. You were peaceful, though you felt like you ran off the actor. But it’s ok. You are a nobody. But then your phone started to vibrate and it was a message from him. Your heart sank and cold sweat was gleaming down your back. You opened the message and your eyes widened. 

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