A/N: Apologies for the slight update delay. I still haven't figured out a schedule between this and the other story I just started. Hopefully things will calm a bit on my end for a little stability in updates.
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"Shit, shit, shit, shit!"
Charlie kept pacing around her room and muttering various curse words right after she sent the message to S. It was what she decided to call him after corresponding with him via the PM feature of the fiction site they met. She couldn't believe they lasted keeping in touch that long without her knowing at least his nickname. She didn't even know if he was a guy or a girl, just assumed he was a 'he' by his username and realized that stanleeownsme_2011 doesn't necessarily equate to a guy.
She was startled from her internal ramblings when her laptop sounded, notifying her that S had finally responded. With trepidation, she clicked the message open.
New Message from stanleeownsme_2011
Can't sleep either. How about I call you?
Charlie felt a lump grow in her throat at the offer. He wanted to call her? She paced a couple more minutes and picked up her phone, twirling it in her hand as the real Sebastian Stan's cherub-like face spun.
"Fuck it."
Within less than five minutes, an unfamiliar number popped in her phone screen, making Charlie jump. With clammy hands, she swiped right and put the mobile device in her ear.
"Charlie?"
Charlie swallowed before answering back.
"Hi," she said shyly.
"Hi to you too. Um, thanks for letting me call you."
"No problem, um...shit, I don't even know what to call you.
Stanleeownsme doesn't exactly roll down the tongue like
a real name should."
They both laughed, easing the tension Charlie was feeling.
"Right, yeah, sorry about that. You can call me Ian."
"Ian, got it. I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No, I just woke up with the shittiest hangover and for some
reason I couldn't sleep after passing out cold six hours ago."
"I can't believe we're talking on the phone now, this is so surreal."
"You and me doll, I almost regretted asking to call you until you
gave me your number. I hope you don't think of me like
a stalker or something."
Did he just call her doll?
"Doll huh? Oh my, I just watched Winter Soldier for, um, I don't
know, about a hundredth time?!"
Charlie immediately feel her cheeks heat up at the admission, she just couldn't stop herself.
"You know, Charlie, I've always been curious about your
fascination with Sebastian Stan. I mean, you did tell me
how talented and good looking he is, you know,
usual fan stuff, and then I read your story
and I'm like, whoa, the descriptions and
the way you flesh...him out...it's just, I sometimes
couldn't help but think you like the guy not just as a fan."
Charlie found herself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to pin down one solid reason why she was deeply interested in the Romanian-American actor. It wasn't as if he'd be able to find out how she felt about him; she was just one of the millions admiring him from afar, sleeping at night hoping to dream about him. Taking a deep breath, she tried to put into words how she felt. Ian had always felt like a safe haven for her when she talked about the hardships she'd gone through, she didn't see any reason to hold back on him now.
"This may sound really stupid, but ever since I heard
The Shane Show podcast and a couple other interviews,
I realized we practically lived the same life, except his
success just went from one strength to another. My biological
mother left me with my dad who raised me until I was 15,
and that's when he met my adoptive mother and moved to the
States when I was 18."
She heard a soft "oh" on the other line but Ian didn't say a word which she took as cue for her to continue.
"I guess I could relate to what he's gone through,
the struggle to make something of yourself. Like I
said earlier, the only difference between me and Seb
is that he got lucky while I fell flat on my face so bad
I had to live with my parents and write fan fiction to
make me feel better. In short, my life got pathetic instead
of the dream I conjured up ever since I got into culinary school."
Tears unknowingly began streaming from Charlie's eyes, some of the hurt she didn't realize weight she couldn't bear still. She unknowingly sniffled loudly on the phone.
"Charlie...shit, I'm sorry I made you cry, I shouldn't
have asked you. I feel like such a dumbass."
"No, Ian, it's fine," Charlie chuckled against a sob.
I just...I'm such a fucking crybaby sometimes. I'm alright, I promise."
After getting through the initial awkwardness, Charlie found herself engrossed in a wide variety of topics with him. They debated which was a better pizza topping; pepperoni or cheese, asked 21 questions and even got into a competitive round of Marry, Shag, or Kill.
Charlie spoke with Ian until the sun came up, only realizing so when they both yawned at the same time at one point in one of their discussions about the differing points of view in Captain America Civil War. It was when she realized that she had never had this kind of a connection with someone before, and after putting the phone down she wondered if she and Ian could be more offline.
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The Other Side (A Sebastian Stan Fanfiction Story)
أدب الهواةShe wrote about him to help her ease the pain of a failed business. He desperately wanted to overcome his writer's block and found himself reading fanfiction about himself online. She unwittingly writes about his on-going personal struggles, unaware...
