#brisaac

I honestly never thought of that as a ship, but I've seen it around from you on my dash for a while now, so that's the closest thing I know about this pairing. But, I do like rare pairings and I think they could probably work out. And I say probably because I'm not 100% sure of like anything.

Also, judgmental boyfriends is something I'd enjoy to see. But also they would be a very good friendship too now that i think about it to. Could be a great strangers to friends to lovers trope.

And I could just see the both of them making fun of Liam together. Overall, I think Brett and Isaac would be a chaotic for duo whether as friends or boyfriends. But the world is not ready for that.

No thoughts on Achilles besides the fact that he needs to calm down. I ship Achilles/some chamomile tea tbh!

As for Brett/Isaac, I haven’t thought about these two before. In general I’m Scisaac trash, and I like Brett with Mason and/or crushing on Scott, but I’m happy to speculate about Brett/Isaac. It’s interesting because they both have that douchebag veneer, but if you peel the douchebag layer off Brett you find a sweet Buddhist kid who takes care of his sister, whereas if you peel the douchebag layer off Isaac you find a second, more compact, very angry douchebag layer underneath.

Brett causes a major malfunction in anyone in his grade who sees him (and, like, fair), so I like imagining that it’s his turn to malfunction when he sees Isaac, who comes back from France for the summer during college. Brett has heard about Isaac from Liam, who heard about him from Stiles—according to Stiles, Isaac is an obnoxious idiot with crap fashion choices and crap ideas and he’s full of crap. Somehow, Stiles never thought to mention that Isaac was gorgeous! Brett is not ready! Whatever Isaac’s previous wardrobe was, it got a lot more chic in France. Isaac is now devastatingly pretty. At the casual lacrosse game Scott organizes one afternoon, Brett makes a complete idiot out of himself. Liam and Lori make fun of him a lot. Scott asks him if he’s feeling all right. It’s the worst.

France, meanwhile, has been good to Isaac. He’s had a chance to find himself, outside of the prison of Beacon Hills. It’s still kind of hard to be there, though, since it’s the first time he’s been back since Allison’s death. He loves seeing Scott again, but is intrigued by the thought of new friends, new memories to round out the old. He’s gotten a little better at this whole “be nice” thing, so he offers to work with this lacrosse newbie Brett one on one, since he seems like he might need some help. He doesn’t understand why that makes Brett start blushing and stammering, or why that punk Liam is laughing so hard as he throws an arm around Brett’s shoulders and accepts on his behalf (because, at the end of the day, Liam may be a little punk, but he’s still a great flight attendant).

Lori bullies Brett into showing up when Isaac suggests they practice. It’s a little easier now that no one else is there, though Isaac’s looks still somehow take him by surprise (how is he so handsome?? How??). Isaac seems convinced that Brett’s an idiot, but the upside is that it’s pretty fun to make him see how wrong he is. Brett shows off a lot, enjoying it, and then the two of them get competitive and there’s an awful lot of jostling. Isaac plays aggressively. Brett doesn’t mind at all.

Isaac, for his part, is delighted to discover Brett’s cool, cocky confidence—one of the traits that once drew him to Allison. The two of them wind up chatting afterwards. Each of them has lost their entire family and then some. They talk about Scott. They talk about Liam, whom they’re both bemused by. Isaac is curious about Buddhism, and how generally even-keeled Brett is, after everything that’s happened to him. Brett, meanwhile, is charmed by Isaac’s playful abrasiveness, and a little awed by how Isaac doesn’t seem to be afraid of anything. They keep hanging out. They get closer. When they finally hook up, Brett is more experienced but Isaac learns very quickly and alternates between bossy and pushy. Brett is so into it.

DON’T STOP!!! SHIP EVERYONE!!!!

SHIP.

EVERYONE.

WITH.

EVERYONE.

Brisaac!!!!!!! I CAN SEE IT!!!

I’ve always imagined Braeden as actually older than Derek, so more Steter age gap territory than Sterek. 

And in some ships I can overlook the age gap whereas in others, personally, I just can’t make it work. Because honestly? Life experience counts too. Braden is a badass who’s blown in from out of town, we don’t know a thing about her except she’s deadly, and Isaac is a former abuse victim who spent a lot of his childhood literally locked in a freezer, and was kicked from Derek to Scott after brutally losing two of his pack members. And then he dated the girl who stabbed him repeatedly. Or was it shot him with arrows? Point is, Isaac has some stuff to work through. 

Let that boy go to France and find himself before he dives into a relationship with someone in their 20′s. 

there are…. so many prompts in my inbox… and yet…. this one speaks to me

Smooth skin glides over smooth skin. Touching, touching, touching… Brett leans up to kiss at the underside of Isaac’s jaw. Isaac grins and runs his hand up Brett’s stomach again. “Say it again,” he murmurs, like Brett hasn’t said it a million times already.

Brett grins, feeling mischievous. “What?” he asks. “Say what?”

There’s a sharp pinch to his hip, and he jumps, just a little. “You know,” Isaac retorts, burying his mouth in Brett’s neck.

For a moment, Brett lets him wait. Then, afraid of being pinched again, he says, “Isaac, I love you.”

Isaac raises his head and grins. Then, there’s a honk outside, and Isaac’s smile slips from his face. “Oh, no,” he says. Then, “You have to hide.”

well since you asked so nicely (jk i would have done it anyway lol y’all know me)

isaac hates his job. he wouldn’t even work there if it wasn’t his cousins’ shop. damn, cora and derek are persuasive. he doesn’t even like coffee. but he works at laura’s anyway, because what else is he going to do? he has to pay for school somehow, and the hales - as rich as ever - pay well.

he’s on counter duty, his shift partner, stiles, running around in the back and fixing a latte, when he walks in. tall, handsome, kind of looks like a greek god who volunteers at a puppy orphanage on the weekend and/or teaches self-defense classes. (stiles’s words, not his.) it seems that he’s not with anyone, and he smiles politely and leaves a dollar in the tip jar. isaac asks for his name, even though there’s no one else in the shop, and discovers his name is brett.

this is the first time he comes in, but it isn’t the last. he quickly becomes a regular at laura’s, ordering something new off the menu every time. he and isaac make pleasant small talk, and isaac knows his favorite band (he wore a smiths t-shirt once, and isaac made note of it and asked him about it. brett smiled and laughed, saying they’ve been his favorite band since high school) and his favorite sport (he’s worn his lacrosse jersey in there more than once; isaac remarked that he played lacrosse, too, and brett said that it pretty much saved him when he was a kid). whenever he comes in, whoever is on shift duty with him (stiles, kira, or lydia) stays far, far away from the counter, and when he leaves they tease him mercilessly for his big, fat crush on their number one customer. he flips them off and goes back to work. (they also have a group chat completely dedicated to it. isaac is going to hit them.)

it’s raining outside one day, fairly uncommon for california, when brett comes in again. “hey,” isaac says, smiling. “what’ll it be?” brett, who’s covered in rain, frowns at him for a moment. “can i tell you something?” he asks. isaac frowns, and then hears the door for the breakroom creak and then slam. he looks behind him to see that stiles has disappeared without a trace. isaac rolls his eyes and then turns back around. “uh, sure,” he says. “what’s up?”

“i don’t like coffee.” isaac blinks and then frowns, confused. brett waves him off. “i know, i know,” he says. “the first time i came in, i thought you might sell herbal tea, or a smoothie or something.” isaac shifts nervously from foot to foot. “then why did you keep coming back?” he asks. brett smiles shyly, for the first time since isaac’s met him. “uh, you,” brett says, and isaac grins.