Sebastian Stan (+ characters) Oneshots

Jefferson - The Visitor

"Sounds like a great guy. Anyways, my house is right down here," he informed you. You looked up, gasping as a large mansion came into your sight.

"Holy crap..." You whispered, not realizing the words coming out of your mouth until you had already spoken. Jefferson smirked at you, obviously used to this reaction. You completed your walk in silence as you took in the size of the house. "Are you the only one that lives here?" You asked curiously. He nodded.

"Yep, it's just me," he replied, smiling sweetly. He climbed the front steps quickly and reached out a hand to you. You gladly took it and allowed him to help you up the stairs, smiling back at him. You followed him into the house and quickly scanned over the interior of the house.

"Fancy," you reflected. He hummed in response, making his way to what you assumed was the kitchen. You followed him after a moment, wary of every tiny noise. The floorboard creaked under your foot, causing you to jump back. Jefferson whirled around with wide eyes before chuckling at the terrified look on your face.

"Faulty floorboard. Don't worry about it. I've been meaning to get it fixed," he assured you, turning back to the counter. He picked up a steaming pot of tea and quickly poured some into two different mugs. His body hid his actions, but you could hear the liquid pouring into the ceramic cups echoing through the room. "So, what are you two doing around Storybrooke?" He asked casually, turning his head quickly to look back at you. You shrugged, tracing a finger over the counter top in front of you.

"Just a little road trip. We had to take a little detour, though. We were never supposed to really be here. That's why we ran out of gas - we didn't know where the next gas station was." Your answer was simple, and you gave him a friendly smile. He smiled back, but it seemed to break a bit before it reached his eyes. Jefferson quickly looked away and back at the mugs, leaning heavily against the counter while hanging his head low. You furrowed your eyebrows, taking a step towards him. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I can't do it..." He whispered under his breath. "Why can't I do it? I've done it before, why is this so difficult?" He was speaking to himself, that much you could tell. You went to take a step back, but you quickly rethought that decision and instead got even closer with curiosity.

"What can't you do? Is something wrong, Jefferson?" Your voice was laced with hints of fear and concern, and that's what had Jefferson spinning around to face you again. He had a wild look in his eyes, one of such intensity that you had never seen before. You gasped, but stood your ground.

"What's different about you? Who are you? What are you doing to me?" He asked in a low voice. You started to move away, but he quickly reached out and grabbed your arms, gripping them tightly as he gazed intensely at you. A fearful whimper escaped your lips, and he furrowed his eyebrows. "Answer me, who are you?" He asked again, voice stronger now. You flinched away before replying in a shaky voice.

"I-I told you the t-t-truth. M-my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I swear!" You pleaded, struggling in his grip. He groaned and used one hand to angrily sweep the cups off of the table.

"No! There's something different about you! What is it?" He roared. Every muscle in his body was tense and his jaw was set. If you hadn't been so terrified, you knew you would've enjoyed his defined jawline.

"You're mad!" You yelled, twisting around and finally getting out of his grasp. "You're completely and utterly mad!" You turned to run, but he was quick to grab you and pin you against the counter.

"Of course I am! Of course I'm mad! Everyone in this god forsaken world is mad. You know that, too. You know how mad this world is. You understand. And you know something is wrong with it. You know you don't belong here either, do you? This isn't your home, just as it is not mine. You feel lost here, do you not? Is that what's different about you? The fact that you're just like me?" He rambled, deep blue eyes gazing into yours with a new found emotion you couldn't quite decipher.

"What are you talking about?" You spat. He chuckled at you, shaking his head.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. That pit in your stomach, that empty hollow feeling. The nagging in the back of your mind that something isn't quite right. That homesick feeling you get even when you're laying in your own bed. You know this isn't where you're supposed to be. And I can't hurt you because I know that you're just like me. You're lost, you're scared. And so am I." His voice got softer as he spoke, as did his eyes. His expression softened until he was smiling carefully at you, and his grip on you was loose enough that you could easily slip away.

But you didn't. Because somewhere in your heart you knew that he was right, even if you refused to admit it.

Good? Bad? Idk I wasn't sure how to end it and I knew I had to get it out soon. I hope you enjoyed! Comment requests down below! Requests are put before any oneshots I am writing personally. Also! This is random, but my birthday is coming up and I'm super excited! I'll be fifteen on the 26th :) because of this and Easter this weekend, I'm not sure how much writing I'll be getting done over the weekend. I'll try my best, though!
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