This was written for MarvelNerd4ever
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Pairing: Platonic! Sebastian Stan x Platonic! Twin reader.
Warnings: This imagine deals with abuse and toxic relationships.
A/N: I was bumping Disney songs while writing this so I'm wide awake. And when 'Love is an open door' From the first Frozen came on, I gagged and skipped that bish so fast. Same with Let is go. And it was very late when I finished this, so I apologize if this seems rushed or it there's many mistakes.
Word count: 2311 words
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"And, cut!"
You broke character and begun to laugh from your place on the floor.
"Oh my god! That was great!" You said. Sebastian helped you up and you brushed yourself off. Your twin brother walked next to you and slung his arm around your shoulders.
You had just finished filming part of an episode for the new T.V. show "The Winter Soldier And The Falcon". You and your brother played the children of Bucky Barnes. In the show, Bucky had found you two a few years after Endgame had happened. Your on-screen parents had abandoned you two when you were both five, not being able to deal with two children. You lived on the streets for two years and at the age of 7, that's when you were both found. So Bucky decided to take you two in, train you, and make both of you his own. In the show and real life, you were both 16. Sam became your unofficial uncle too. That was all in the show. In real life, however, things were very different.
You and your brother were seen as the twins from Ouran High School Host Club (if you don't know who they are, search it up). You loved each other very much. To a point where if people didn't know that you two were twins, they would've thought that you were dating. Your brother, being 9 minutes older than you, sought to protect you. He was very affectionate and passionate towards you. Not in the incest way though. Take ya' mind out of the gutters. But he was always within a few feet of you or having his hand in yours.
He wasn't always this protective though. Your real-life parents were horrible. Drunks and druggies were what they are. They had always been. Neither of you being conceived was planned and that made them hate you even more. You were neglected from birth. Only being paid attention so that you would stop crying. When you were 5, your parents had decided to lash out on you, and only you. It was physically too. Your brother heard the commotion and jumped in to save you. After that, he vowed to always protect you. That's where his nature came from. He didn't want you to get hurt. Physically or emotionally. You didn't mind though. You admired him. He was always brave. You, on the other hand, were somewhat shy and timid.
Now that we know who you two are and your backstory, let's move on.
You only had one stable figure in your life. That being your brother.
So you were subconsciously trying to find a parental figure in your life.
Since you were so close to Sebastian, you and your brother saw him as a father figure. Anthony, not so much, but you were still friends. But Seb was like a father to both of you. Your role as his children made your views increase even more. In between takes, he would make sure that you were both okay, and if you needed anything. If you had just finished with a very emotional take, he would take you two back to his trailer and comfort you (that often lead to you three falling asleep and Anthony having to wake y'all up). That wasn't even half of it though.
Sebastian would put you two before everything else. He would constantly ask about your wellbeing. How are you? How are you feeling? Have you been eating? Have you drunk enough today? Questions like that. He would also make sure that the directors didn't have either of you doing something you weren't comfortable with. He would teach you two life skills that your real parents never did and show you what it was like to live a happy life. He was the best father figure anyone could ask for.
But you never told him that. Neither of you wanted to damage your relationship with him. And you also didn't tell him, or anyone, that you two were in a toxic household and being abused.
"That's all for today guys! You can head home. We won't be filming until next week. Enjoy your weekend!" The director said. Both of your faces fell. Getting to travel for filming was a safe haven. It kept you from having to be at that household. You'd have to spend the weekend there. Some may not see that as a big deal, but in a toxic household, it seemed like forever.
So, you all went back to your trailers, got out of costume and makeup, said your goodbyes, then parted ways. The atmosphere in the car was anxious. As your brother drove, you could see that his knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel. Not wanting to say anything, you placed a hand on his arm. A sign of feeling the same emotions. Without taking his eyes off the road, he shrugged your hand off, only to take it in his own. Neither of you moved the rest of the ride home.
The dreaded moment arrived. You had finally pulled into the driveway. Your parent's cars were there too. Your brother turns off the car. You both sit there for a few moments, dread consuming you two. You bite the bullet and get out first. You trudge up to the steps and unlock the door. Your brother goes in first, something he established since you were able to freely leave the house. You followed shortly, quietly closing the door behind you.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
Your first thought was that they were both passed out.
Oh, how you were wrong.
"Where the hell you've two been?" Your mother's voice sounded from the kitchen. She was leaning against the counter, a bottle in front of her. Your brother instinctively grabbed your hand and pulled you behind him.
"Working." Your brother replied. He kept his replies short. Not wanting to make them mad by overtalking.
"You hear that?" Your mother spoke to your father who was hunched over the kitchen table. "The two useless twins were working." Your father didn't reply, only taking another swig from his own bottle.
"You two are completely worthless you know?" Your mother pushed herself off the counter, swaying from the alcohol in her system. "You two were never wanted to being with. Why don't you just get lost." She walked over to you two. Your brother backed up, shielding you from her.
"We would, but we're underage." Your brother snapped back at her. That got your father's attention.
"You don't talk back, you ungrateful piece of shit!"
"Sorry, sir." Your brother didn't want to make the situation any worse. But it didn't work. Your father stood up, knocking over his chair in the process.
"You know what, I'm tired of this. You two are unwanted pieces of shit! I should get rid of you right now!" What he did next was unexpected.
Your father pulled out a pistol from his belt.
Your brother had reacted quickly enough to pull you down just as he fired it. Hitting the wall behind where you were standing. You were in shock.
Your brother had the death grip on your hand and arm as he pulled you out of the house. While making your way to the car, the gun went off again. Both of your reactions were a little too late. The bullet grazed your arm, slicing through your jacket and shirt, hitting the car in the process. Your brother put you in the passenger's side and ran to the driver's side. He had the car started and out of the driveway before you could say 'Holy shit'. The gun fired a few more times, hitting the car's bumper as your brother sped down the street. Your brother didn't stop until you noticed that he was going 90 in a 65 zone. You called his name softly. He didn't respond. You called it a little louder.
"Slow down! You're going too fast!" He suddenly slammed on the brakes, pulling off to the side of the road in the process. The car screeched to a halt. You were both breathing heavily. Your brother then looked at you.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Shaken up. One of the bullets grazed my arm. Other than that, I'm alive." Your brother's eyes almost popped out of his head.
"Where?! Where did it get you?" You nodded to your left arm. He reached over the consol, being careful when pulling down your jacket sleeve. The jacket stilled grazed over the wound, making you hiss in pain. He examined it for a few minutes.
"Doesn't look like it needs stitches. Still need to get it cleaned though." He sat back in his seat, sighing and rubbing a hand over his face.
"God, what are we going to do? We obviously can't go back anytime soon." You asked.
"We need to find somewhere safe first. Then call the cops. We can't keep living like this."
"But we're legally still too young to be on our own! We're going to get sent to CPS. What if they split us up? I don't want to leave you." You fretted. He leaned back over and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"It's going to be okay. I think I know somewhere we can go for the time being though."
You found yourself at Sebastian's house at one in the morning. You stood on the porch beside your brother. Your anxiety was through the roof. You didn't want to be a burden to the man you saw as a father. Just as your brother rang the doorbell, you broke into a sprint back to the car. But your brother was faster. He caught up to you halfway and picked you up. He threw you over his shoulder, minding your injured arm. As he walked back, you yelled at him.
"Put me down!"
"No. I know why you ran. You don't want to be a burden. Well, let me tell you something, Seb wouldn't look out for us if he saw us as a burden," You stopped struggling when he said that, "if anyone can help us, it's him." You went completely limp and let him carry you back to the porch. He rang the doorbell again. Five minutes went by and he went to ring it again. That's when the door swung open.
You couldn't see him but your brother could. Sebastian was dressed in a t-shirt and loose-fitting pants.
"What the hell are you two doing here? It's one A.M. You know, just come in and explain." He sounded tired. Your brother walked through and to the living room.
"Where's your first aid kit?" Your brother asked, setting you down on the couch. You were getting light-headed now.
"Under the sink." He walked over and sat down on the other side of the couch. You let your headrest on the cushion, momentarily closing your eyes. The adrenaline was wearing off and you could begin to feel the sting in your arm.
"Jesus! What happened to you kid??" Seb asked. Your head shot up from the cushion. He was more alert and was now staring at your arm. Your brother came back from the kitchen with the kit in his hands.
"A lot." Was all you came back with. You tried to take off your jacket. Key word tried. Your brother had to help you since it got stuck on your arm. Seb took the kit from him and rolled up your sleeve.
"So do one of you want to explain to me what is going on?" He asked while applying pressure to the wound. Not having the energy to talk, you gestured to your brother to speak.
And he told him everything. From your home life, to why you were bleeding, to why you two never told anyone. He even confessed your views of him as your father figure. And Seb just accepted it. By the time he finished, your arm was cleaned and bandaged, and you were beyond tired. You all sat in silence. Seb got up and disappeared down a hallway. You don't remember much after that. You must've fallen asleep because when you opened your eyes, Your brother was in front of you, holding clothes in his arm.
"Come on, you gotta get changed."
You sluggishly got up off the couch and your brother led you to a nearby bathroom. You got changed, leaving your folded clothes on the floor. You stumbled out of the bathroom only to run into someone. It was Seb. For some reason, the emotions from the events of that night decided to hit you. And they hit you hard. The tears started forming and you couldn't stop them. It wasn't until Seb pulled you into an embrace that you let them fall.
As you cried, He whispered words of comfort to you. Hearing your sobs, your brother approached and was soon pulled into the hug too.
Once again, you must've dozed off, because when you woke up, you were in a bed, curled up against Seb, his arm around your shoulders. Your brother was in the same position as you. For once, you felt completely at ease. Dozing off for a final time that night, you couldn't be any happier.