{My New Family} Dan and Phil Reader Insert

Home

A/N: FUCK I'M SUPER LATE AGAIN but haha I don't think this chapter will be long either i cri TTuTT I'll try to make it long tho (I think if you include the lyrics I'm using as the word count then yeah it'll be what you consider long) I consider 2000+ words to be long but this chapter might be long to you aND I HAVE DECIDED THAT CHAPTER TEN WILL BE A VERY, VERY, VERY SHORT "WHERE ARE THEY NOW" CHAPTER
HAHA BUT GET READING

{Time Skip to three months later...}

You were home.

You had no idea how, but there you were. Standing in front of the flat's door, gathering up the courage to knock on the wood. Glancing at your watch, you read the time; 4:42 PM.

Sucking in a breath while trying not to cry, you raised your hand that was in a fist, and rapped the door twice. You heard Dan shout, "Phil, I'll get it!"

A few seconds felt like a few minutes until the door opened to reveal Dan with dark purple bags under his eyes.

"Okay, whatever you're trying to sell, we don't- oh my god..." Dan looked at you with wide eyes.

Hold on to me as we go...

As we roll down this unfamiliar road...

And although this wave (wave) is stringing us along...

You gave him a watery smile and he gave you one back, fighting tears of his own.

Dan held up his index finger and said, "Wait a moment," he walked deeper into the flat and called, "Phil, I think you should see someone." You could hear him trying not to let his voice crack. He knew you hated that sound.

"Yeah?" Phil's footsteps got closer, "What is it?" cue tiny little gasp from Phil.

"Is... Is it really you...?" Phil asked.

You just nodded and let the tears slip past your eyes.

Just know you're not alone...

'Cause I'm gonna make this place your home...

The three of you went for a full on group hug with a mixture of laughing, crying, and "oh my god" being heard probably by the neighbours.

"You're home, oh my god, my precious child," Phil kept repeating over and over again.

Dan was just hugging you really tightly and crying and you were doing the same for the both of them.

Settle down, it'll all be clear...

Don't pay no mind to the demons

They fill you with fear...

The trouble—it might drag you down...

If you get lost, you can always be found...

Just know you're not alone...

'Cause I'm gonna make this place your home...

{Time Skip brought to you by PopJam! (WHICH IS NOT AVAILABLE IN THE USA UGH)}

Sitting down in your regular seat in class, you saw one piece of lined paper, a slip of printer paper that was blank, and a pencil had been placed on your desk. It was like that for all of the desks as well.

Mr. Caine stood in front of the classroom, waiting for all the students to take their seats.

Once all the students sat down, he grinned, "Alright, class! As you can see, there are three things on your desks currently; lined paper, a slip of blank paper, and a pencil! You will have exactly ten minutes to write anything about the subject on your piece of paper. Remember, it doesn't matter the quantity, it's the quality that counts! Once I say 'now,' you may all turn over your slips of paper. Okay, ten minutes on the clock, and... now!"

You flipped over the paper and read the four lettered word on it in neat writing; "HOME."

Well, what a coincidence. You immediately started writing.

Home... What was home?

Everyone says, "Home is where the heart is!"

That's so simple though...

I feel that home is a more complex meaning.

Settle down, it'll all be clear...

Don't pay no mind to the demons

They fill you with fear...

The trouble it might drag you down...

If you get lost, you can always be found...

Just know you're not alone...

Home is kind of like your safe haven. The only place where you feel comforted by the atmosphere after something bad happens.

A home might consist of three, ten, or even just one person. Maybe a home is somewhere you get food, a family, and a bed.

A home might not even be an actual place. Maybe it's a group of people you hang out with or your best friend.

A home could be anywhere or anyone. Someone's home could just be the world.

What is home for me, you ask?

Home is where my family are. Not my biological family...

My new family.

A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHA THAT WAS SO CHEESY OF ME I'M SOBBING I SICKEN MYSELF okay back to the topic on hand, I will be writing a VERY, VERY, VERY short "Where-are-they-now" and it's not really gonna be a "Where-are-they-now," it's sort of gonna be a funny bonus epilogue that has NOTHING to do with the plot! And again, SUPER SORRY THAT THIS IS LIKE A WEEK LATE!
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