various!parents! x reader

Dan and phil -

TRIGGER WARNING - DEPRESSION, SELF HARM

Your pov
It's been six months since Dan and Phil moved in with me, for this program where you can raise a teenager for a better life or something. Anyway, here I am now. I don't know, it just happened again. Feeling so fucking low for no apparent reason...

I hate it.

I don't really know how to let it out. But, what keeps me from ending it all is whenever Dan and I play Tekken, or when Phil attempts to cook one of my favorite recipes and I end up running to the kitchen to his aid. Life would've been great if it wasn't for clinical depression.

They both know about it, they just have no clue on my cutting. Probably thought I've already gone clean and found new coping mechanisms.

But today, eveything just went downhill. I kept dozing out in class and ended up crying in the bathroom during lunch. Funny that my friends didn't look for me. I shouldn't be surprised though.

Phil accompanied Dan to buy some pizza for dinner (they left me a note on the table), so they probably won't be home for the next few hours. It feels so weird and empty without them...

I sighed as I trudged up the stairs.

I rumaged through my drawer, looking for that box cutter. I took a deep breath as I made one cut.

You're just making situations worse!

Can't you be helpful for once?

Those thoughts.
They're back.

I collapsed on my knees and began to cry, blood dripping on the wooden floor.

"Y/N, we're home!" Dan exclaimed, the scent of pepperoni pizza wafting into my room.

I continued to weep.

"Y/N?" Phil asked, worry lacing his voice as he ran up the stairs.

"Y/--OH MY GOD. DAN COME UP HERE NOW AND GET A CLEAN TOWEL. Y/N, what happened? Why didn't you tell us?" I simply remained silent, tears running down my face. He wrapped me in a hug, making sure my injured arm wasn't getting hurt more.

"Phil, what's this fo--" Dan walked into the room. His eyes widened and his facial expression dropped. "Y/N--"

"JUST GET A TOWEL!" The blue eyed boy exclaimed, still cradling me in his arms.

"OKAY, OKAY." Dan replied, walking away and getting a towel.

~time skip~

"Y/N, why didn't you tell us?" Dan asked, applying pressure on the wound with the towel. "I've gone through and am probably still going through the same shit as you are. We could've at least helped you somehow, aside from taking you to your monthly counseling sessions."

"Yeah." Phil chorused, opening the box of pizza. "You could talk to us anytime, you don't have to go through this alone. We're here for you."

I finally managed to get my voice back. "T-thank you..." I replied, my voice slightly shaking and my face still tear stained.

"How's your arm? Getting better?" Asked Dan.

"The bleeding stopped."

"That's good. Don't do anything like that again, okay? Remember, you can always come to us."

I let out a small smile. Then I realized.
"Hey, where's Phil?"

"Oh, he went upstairs to get something. Phil?" Dan called out.

"Coming!" Was his reply, coming down the stairs with a blanket.

"Huh? What's this for?" I asked.

Dan got off the chair and started to help Phil with the blanket. They laid it on the floor.

"Guys, what's this fo--" I was cut off by the pair lifting me off the chair. "HEY, WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!"

"We're turning you into a burrito!" Phil cheerfully replied, as they put me down on the blanket and wrapped me like a burrito. They lifted me again and gently plopped me on the couch. Dan turned on the airconditioning/heater (depends on which season you like) and turned on the ps4. Phil got some chips/crisps and some water. He began to dig through a paper bag.

"Dan and I wanted to surprise you with this new video game we thought you'd like. It's called Persona 5, and there are lots of good reviews about it." My eyes lightened up. I began to cry again.

"Y/N? What's wrong?" Dan asked, sitting beside me.

"Nothing, nothing. I'm just so grateful for you guys taking me in."

Phil began to squeeze me tight. "OW! WATCH THE ARM!"

"Oops! Sorry!" He replied, letting me go.

The brown eyed boy tossed me the controller. "Lets play!"
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Hi guys sorry if this sucked oof