Big Brother (Tatennant)
Inspired by this picture (source) and these tags #Okay#so#I really want them to play brother and sister#99% because of this picture#just look at them#He’d be really protective of his adorable little twin#And she’d tell him all his jokes sucked (via thenoblelark)
“So, what are your intentions with my little sister, Scotland?” Simon narrows his eyes on the tall, lanky man before him.
Before he gets his answer, Catherine comes out of her room, smacks Simon on the back of his head and takes David’s hand. “Hello handsome,” she smiles, giving him a peck on his lips, “Sorry about that.” Then turns to glare at her older-by-ninety-seconds-brother. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Simon shrugs. “Just makin’ sure Scotland isn’t going to mess with you.”
“Not funny.”
“It’s not a joke.”
“Oh really? I can’t tell. They’re all unfunny.” Catherine rolls her eyes as she leads David into the living room. “And his name is David. Start using it. On a second thought, just leave us alone. Don’t you have a date with that girl? You’re going to be late.”
“Fine. I’m going. Keep your hands off my sister, Scotland,” he warns as he grabs his keys.
“Whether or not he should keep his hands on me is for me to decide, not you or him. I’m not seven, I know what I’m doing,” she informs him with another glare. “And if you call him ‘Scotland’ one more time, I will rip your nuts off and throw them across the universe. Get out now.”
“Show some respect, I’m your big brother.”
“By ninety seconds!”
“Don’t you ever forget that,” he cackles and shuts the door behind him.
Catherine sighs, takes a moment to herself before she turns her attention to her boyfriend. “I’m sorry I live with an idiot. I don’t know how my mum convinced us to be flatmates.”
David grins, shaking his head before leaning in to give her a proper kiss. “That was interesting to watch. I only have two brothers so this has never happened before. I hope when we have kids, they’ll be like you and your brother.”
“When we have kids?” she asks shyly. “You think about that?”
“Not all the time.” He scratches his head and sends her an awkward smile. “Sometimes, when I see children, I think it’d be nice if we had a couple in the future. I think our children would look beautiful, if they take after you.”
“And if they take after you?”
“Awkward, tall and Scottish.”
“You forgot handsome,” she giggles and kisses him.
David emerges from her room in the wee hours, grabbing a drink from the kitchen when he hears the door opening. “Hello,” he says with a forced smile.
“You’re still here.”
“Yes. You’re not going to beat me up, are you?” he questions quietly after a moment.
“No,” Simon replies, “Catherine will kill me if I do that. She really likes you, told me not to scare you off.”
“I really like her too.”
“Good,” he nods. “She’s going to hate this but if you hurt her, I will shoot you in between the legs,” he warns him seriously, or as seriously as he can when he’s tipsy and sleepy.
“I’ll shoot myself before I let that happen,” David replies solemnly.
The ginger smirks and pats him on the shoulder. “You’re not bad, Scot - David.”
“So, what are your intentions with my little sister, Scotland?” Simon narrows his eyes on the tall, lanky man before him.
Before he gets his answer, Catherine comes out of her room, smacks Simon on the back of his head and takes David’s hand. “Hello handsome,” she smiles, giving him a peck on his lips, “Sorry about that.” Then turns to glare at her older-by-ninety-seconds-brother. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Simon shrugs. “Just makin’ sure Scotland isn’t going to mess with you.”
“Not funny.”
“It’s not a joke.”
“Oh really? I can’t tell. They’re all unfunny.” Catherine rolls her eyes as she leads David into the living room. “And his name is David. Start using it. On a second thought, just leave us alone. Don’t you have a date with that girl? You’re going to be late.”
“Fine. I’m going. Keep your hands off my sister, Scotland,” he warns as he grabs his keys.
“Whether or not he should keep his hands on me is for me to decide, not you or him. I’m not seven, I know what I’m doing,” she informs him with another glare. “And if you call him ‘Scotland’ one more time, I will rip your nuts off and throw them across the universe. Get out now.”
“Show some respect, I’m your big brother.”
“By ninety seconds!”
“Don’t you ever forget that,” he cackles and shuts the door behind him.
Catherine sighs, takes a moment to herself before she turns her attention to her boyfriend. “I’m sorry I live with an idiot. I don’t know how my mum convinced us to be flatmates.”
David grins, shaking his head before leaning in to give her a proper kiss. “That was interesting to watch. I only have two brothers so this has never happened before. I hope when we have kids, they’ll be like you and your brother.”
“When we have kids?” she asks shyly. “You think about that?”
“Not all the time.” He scratches his head and sends her an awkward smile. “Sometimes, when I see children, I think it’d be nice if we had a couple in the future. I think our children would look beautiful, if they take after you.”
“And if they take after you?”
“Awkward, tall and Scottish.”
“You forgot handsome,” she giggles and kisses him.
David emerges from her room in the wee hours, grabbing a drink from the kitchen when he hears the door opening. “Hello,” he says with a forced smile.
“You’re still here.”
“Yes. You’re not going to beat me up, are you?” he questions quietly after a moment.
“No,” Simon replies, “Catherine will kill me if I do that. She really likes you, told me not to scare you off.”
“I really like her too.”
“Good,” he nods. “She’s going to hate this but if you hurt her, I will shoot you in between the legs,” he warns him seriously, or as seriously as he can when he’s tipsy and sleepy.
“I’ll shoot myself before I let that happen,” David replies solemnly.
The ginger smirks and pats him on the shoulder. “You’re not bad, Scot - David.”