tyler posey & brian patrick wade being too damn adorable (x)
So I had a thought.
Maybe Ennis isn’t bad. Maybe Ennis was actually that boyfriend that Melissa had started dating not long after she and Scott’s dad broke up.
And maybe, Scott had grown really attached to him, because he came around and was awesome. He took Scott to the playground when his mom was at work, built blanket forts with him and even pretended to be a werewolf when he and Stiles wanted to play Monster Hunters (and didn’t ask what the hell that was).
But maybe it was too soon. Maybe Melissa was afraid that she’d rebounded, and wasn’t sure if she wanted to hop into anything again, after what Scott’s dad had done to her. And maybe seeing him get so attached to Scott had broken her heart a little, because she was afraid that he’d leave just like her husband did and he’d have lost two dads.
And because Ennis was a gentleman, when she told him, he understood. He didn’t want to hurt her or her son, but he broke down a little, because he really did love her and Scott. He really loved that he’d been part of the family. Scott’s little best friend Stiles even taken to him, and declared loudly one time when he was staying over that he liked Ennis better than Scott’s dad, who was, according to him, a butt.
Melissa had chastised him for it, but she’d smiled to herself just a little bit too, and Ennis loved that smile. So when they’d parted ways, he held it in, tried to keep hold on his emotions when he said bye to little five-year-old Scott that last time.
Kneeling down, he wrapped the little dude in his arms and squeezed him tightly. Scott had done the same.
"Bye Uncle Ennis," he’d said, because even though his dad was "a butt" he was still his dad. Ennis’ heart broke a little bit.
"Bye little man," Ennis had replied. "You make sure your mom stays out of trouble." Scott had nodded. "Stiles too."
"I will," Scott had replied dutifully, too young to understand that Ennis wasn’t coming back. He’d mussed up his hair, kissed Melissa chastely on the cheek one last time, and left, wondering what it’d be like if things were different.
He’d managed to make it back to his car and got halfway out of the neighborhood before he started crying himself. Because he’d never have another family dinner, never spend another saturday night helping Scott convince Melissa to let them turn the living room into a blanket fort, never get to watch the little guy grow up.
So when he was standing there in that elevator and saw that familiar crooked jawline and big, happy puppy eyes, and that mop of brown hair, he did a double take. And then Scott turned to look at him.
"Wha- Uncle…E- Ennis?" Ennis’ heart stopped beating for a solid second. "Is that you?" He was pretty sure he wasn’t capable of responding at this point. But he didn’t need to. Scott was already charging down the hall and jumping into his arms, just like he was five years old. Like it hadn’t been thirteen years since he’d told him goodbye the first time.