A lot has changed in the year and a half that you’ve been gone
I’m working much more
and I’m almost finished writing the final draft of my book
Wish you could see it
when my name is listed as an author
and not just another person in the sea of free form poetry
I wish I could’ve called you
at some point in the last three weeks
My anxiety had gotten so high
that the doc put me on some extra meds
I wish you were around to explain exactly how it works
my favorite walking pharmacy
I’ve got a ton of songs for you to check out
and a bunch of cartoons we could watch
And maybe it isn’t all that healthy
but I still save them
I went fishing and didn’t catch a thing
but you taught me that isn’t what it’s really about
It’s the peacefulness of the river
the quiet in the woods
It seems extra quiet without you lighting a cigarette
I write you letters
they always start with Hey Dad
one’s I’ll never send
because I don’t know the address of the other side
you should get that to me sometime
so I can tear the pages out of my notebooks
stuff that’s for your eyes only
I wonder if maybe your in the stars
I like to think you can see me now
and I like to think your helping my brother
take the hooks out of his veins
Kind of funny that all three of us ended up with felonies
kind of humorous how we all had a drug problem
I guess that stuff just runs in the family
I wear your ashes around my neck
in a charm that looks like a guitar
it stays close to my heart
because music is what we always had
even when we didn’t get along
which was most of my life
we always had the music
My eyes are heavy so I’ll wrap this up
I miss you
I miss hearing your laugh as we watched Rick and Morty
and that Aqua Teen show we both loved
I love you.
Until I see you on the other side
phil’s ‘side lore’ of climbing the barrier blocks was him testing how high he can fly after 8 months of letting his wings heal. no where near as high as he was used to, and it didn’t feel anywhere near as safe or natural as it should be. but it’s okay. he’s got plenty of time
either way, he makes sure to bring one of ranboo’s totems, which ends up working quite well for him after he found himself plummeting to the ground, and his wings struggle to catch his dive
of course, the sadder version of this is that he doesn’t have time, since he’ll need his wings back to search the server for wilbur before too much time has passed. but let’s not talk about that :))
The Good Doctor Neil Melendez x teen! platonic reader
Specific/Warnings: mentions of jumping from one foster home to another, accident, surgery, angst, fluff, one-shot, requested, race neutral reader, teen reader, platonic relationship
Words: 2,220
Requested: By anon Could you do a Melendez x Teen!reader oneshot where he fosters her and she’s like really chaotic and thinks he’s like all her others foster parents and he seems so lost, and she gets into an accident and he does the surgery and that’s when she changes and calls him dad pls?
Authors Note: I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS ONE SO I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS ANGST BUT THEN FLUFF PIECE. I HOPE ALSO I GOT THE REQUEST GOOD CUZ THIS ONE MEANS A LOT TO ME. I HOPE U ALL LIKE THIS ROLLERCOASTER.
“She comes tonight?” Claire asked curiously to her boss. “I can’t believe you actually signed up for something like this.”
“I saw her a couple years ago on the E.R. and I felt bad for her. She was hopping from one foster parent to the other and that’s no life for a kid. She seems like a great person so why not help her and let her stay with me until they have a proper home for her.”
Claire couldn’t help but fall in love more with her boss. “I think that is the sweetest thing you have ever said. I never knew you had this side to you.” She nudged him.
He rolled his eyes and showed a picture of you to the rest of his colleagues. “I have her room all ready but I’m really nervous.”
The whole room erupted in a symphony of awes.
“You’re so cute,” Claire smiled wickedly as she messed with Neil’s doctor’s coat.
Neil rolled his eyes, “I’m just saying, this is a new thing for me. I’ve never had a child. I don’t know what she’ll like, whats her favorite food? What’s her favorite color? What does she like to do?”
“Well, thats the beauty of it. You’ll get to talk to her and know her. Maybe nobody has really asked her that question.”
“I want to be the perfect foster dad. Is that too much to ask?”
Claire placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She wished in her life somebody like Neil was in her life. A father figure that was actually caring. “Nobody is perfect Neil. What matters is that you try your hardest and listen to her thoughts.”
Neil got dinner ready for you. He ordered from everywhere, not knowing what you enjoyed eating.
He was setting up the table when the doorbell rang.
Neil closed his eyes, getting himself prepared and ran to the door. As he opened it up you were there. His pride and joy.
“Hey Y/N! Come in, come in.” He brought his arm up as he welcomed you into his home.
You looked around suspiciously. For a single man he lived quite nice. You knew he was a doctor but you didn’t know he lived this richly. You met him a couple of times during your trips to the E.R. and always opened up about your life in foster care but you never knew he was going to take you in one day. You were very surprised and shocked to see him make such an effort. But you were over foster parents. They let you down and didn’t truly care about you. Nobody really wanted a kid like you, nobody really wanted Y/N L/N.
With no enthusiasm you brought your suitcase to the entrance, “thanks. Want me to put this in a room?”
“Yeah, we’ll put it in your room.”
Your room? You thought. Not many foster parents gave you your own room. They always stuck you with the other children or put you on the couch. It was always the same.
Neil led you up the stairs, picking up your suitcase for you. He led you to a big room that was spacious. It was plain but very beautiful with cream colored bed decorations and a light grey wall.
“I didn’t want to decorate it and paint it in case you didn’t like it. You can pick what you want if you’d like tomorrow. And you have your own bathroom.”
You were stone cold, speechless. You never had this love before. You felt your heart was about to burst. “This is all for me?” Tears blurred your vision.
“Yeah, I hope you like it.”
“It’s great, thank you for this.” It was a beautiful room. It was more than you could ask. Nobody ever did this for you. You touched the sheets and they felt like silk between your fingers. Neil gave you the best of the best. This meant a lot but you were still not certain. You still had doubts.
“I got dinner in case you were hungry, its downstairs.”
You were hungry and your stomach growled. You were led downstairs and on the kitchen table was a feast. There were every type of dishes there. Your mouth was salivating as you smelled the aroma.
“I didn’t know what you liked so I got everything.” Neil chuckled bashfully. He was such a dad and he was realizing this.
You laughed as you dug into everything, “can I say that all this is my favorite?”
Neil sat down beside you, “I’ll make note of that.”
Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad, you thought. Maybe this was going to be fun and someone in your life you could depend on and trust. Someone who would protect you no matter what.
You munched away as you stared more at his house. He lived in a mansion. You were astounded as to how one person could live like this. “Your house is amazing. When I grow up I want to live like this.”
Neil chuckled, “being in a house like this, when you’re one person its not all that its cracked up to be. Trust me.”
You played around with your dish as the air became awkward. “So whats the grossest surgery you’ve ever done?”
Neil wiped his mouth and sat back with his hands cupping the back of his head, “oh you wouldn’t believe this.”
“Try me doctor.”
Neil smiled, “well this one time this old lady came in with pain in her stomach well right when we lifted her dress she had waste come all out of her and onto me. It was like an explosion, right before my eyes.” Neil started to giggle loudly as the memory came back to him. “That’s when I was new.”
You covered your mouth from the disgust. “You’re right, I don’t believe it. That’s so disgusting oh my gosh.” You pushed your food away. “I think I lost my appetite.”
“Now what about you? Are you like the kids these days that go and dance on Tik Tok? Or are about sipping that tea.”
The drink you were sipping almost came out of your nose. You busted out laughing hysterically. “I can’t believe this, you are such a dad that’s its almost cringy.”
“Cringy? You lost me.” It was the truth, Neil was lost. As a foster parent he didn’t know what kids were into these days (he just did a quick search before you came) and he wanted to try his hardest. He wanted to be the best for you, he wanted to prove to you that he was serious about this.
“You got a lot to learn. But no, I’m not those types of kids. I instead like to read and draw, it brings my mind out of reality and into my own imagination of something better.”
“I do the same with surgery.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well I block out the rest of the world when I am performing surgery. This person is depending on me to help them so they can feel better and get back to their old lives. I hope to save them from reality in doing my best in saving their lives.”
“Wow,” you looked at his hands resting on the table. Those hands did miracles. “I would like to do that when I’m older. I want to help someone too.”
“Good goal.”
You were too much of a coward to open yourself up to love this person as your father. You were afraid he would leave you and not want you like the others. You couldn’t trust him. You blocked yourself from the world and nothing, nobody could stop the feeling.
“Why don’t you trust me?” Neil patted your head. He wrapped you in his coat and hugged you tight, protective.
You had tears threatening to spill over. You wouldn’t let yourself succumb to the love that Neil was giving you. You couldn’t let yourself fall for something fake and then go through it all over again. Your heart couldn’t take it.
You pushed Neil away, wiping your eyes. “No! Okay, no! I appreciate all that you did but they are going to take me away and they are going to tell you reasons to leave me. You are going to leave me. I won’t let that happen.”
“I’m not going to do any of that. Y/N I would never leave you sweetheart. I know it is hard to trust me but I am here for and I always will be. You didn’t such harsh treatment and I’m sorry for that but I am going to help you with it and I want to be the one to raise you and be there for you. It’s a hard thing to ask but please trust me on this. Please.”
You shook your head, “I can’t trust no more.”
You put on your hoodie and ran in the pouring rain.
“Y/N! Y/N!”
You didn’t stop. The rain was cold and you almost forgot how you got into the conversation with Neil.
It was about a woman.
You weren’t jealous, you just had been through something like this already. Foster parent finds a new match and then they want to start their own family, without you. It was an ongoing and continuous thing.
You didn’t know where you were going and what you were to do but you couldn’t go back and probably Neil wouldn't want you back. You wished the new family all the love in the world.
The rain made the sidewalks slippery. It was coming down cats and dogs. You could barely make out what was in front of you. Rain dripped down your nose and onto your drenched clothes.
You needed to go across the busy street in order to get to the other side. You thought the cars stopped. You went ahead and your life flashed before your eyes. As soon as your shoes touched the middle of the crosswalk a car tried to push the brakes but the road was so slippery it skidded to you and hit you so hard your body flew high and far. It all seemed in slow motion. What you didn’t know was Neil had ran after you and was on the side walk opposite from you crying and sobbing a mess.
“Y/N no please no. Please sweetheart please don’t leave me like this.” He cradled your bruised face. Your eyes closed as you were knocked out and blood dripped down your nose.
Neil brought you into his car and drove you fast, straight to the hospital to run tests and perform surgery on you.
“Are you sure you can take this Dr. Melendez?” Clair asked, worried for her friend.
“Just please let us do this! Please! Every second that passes by with us talking we are wasting time! I need to do this, I need to make sure she is okay!” Neil had tears stream down his wet cheeks. You were his life. You were his daughter.
As Neil performed surgery on you he couldn’t help but whisper, “please don’t leave me Y/N, please don’t leave me.” He saw your precious face that made him smile. There was no way he would leave you. You were his family.
His hands shook as he grabbed onto the scalpel, he gained his composure and needed to save your life. There were no if and’s or buts you were going to live and he was going to make sure of this.
He completed the surgery and you were in your bed, out and quiet which was different for him since you were always talking and laughing and being chaotic.
He was there with you through it all.
He held onto your hand as you laid there. “Y/N if you can hear me know that you are my kid okay. I don’t plan on giving you up. I want you to be part of the family. I’m sorry if I didn’t show that in my actions or prove it but there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I don’t see you as a foster kid, I see you as my daughter. Forever and always, I love you.” He cried softly.
Your eyes fluttered open. With a weak voice you said, “I love you too dad.”
Neil opened his eyes. He thought this was dream. Was it real? You called him dad. His heart almost exploded. “Y/N oh my God you’re awake! Oh thank God.” He embraced you tightly, almost fretting to let go. He kissed the top of your head as tears dropped lightly on your skin.
“I’m sorry dad for making you scared and for running away. I was just afraid of trusting and opening my heart but I don’t want to run away anymore and I don’t want to be alone anymore. Can I stay dad?”
Neil cupped your face. “Can you stay? Of course you can stay sweetheart. Don’t apologize. You are more brave and strong than you know.”
You chuckled as tears blurred your vision as well, “thanks dad for saving my life. You saved my life twice now.”
“Twice?”
You hugged Neil, “yeah you saved my life by performing surgery and you saved my life by becoming my dad. Thank you, forever and ever.
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