#sinclair twins

and it’s usually quite loud

another sinclair brothers slice of life. i just love making them fight over petty shit.bold is sign as always.

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“Look, I said I will tape it for you the next time it is on TV!”

“That isn’t the point though!”

“I know your point and you’re being stupid.”

“I’m being stupid? Turns out you can’t fuckin’ read apparently!”

They’d been going on like this since before dinner was ready and had paused it only once to bicker about Bo’s brisket carving technique, before continuing their main argument over the dinner table.

Since then, the table hasn’t been quiet; the constant rattling of cutlery as it is dropped and picked up again with Vincent’s yelling. Even Bo, who wasn’t one to be parted from a meal, would throw his fork down if he was particularly irate, signing messily but none the less furiously at Vincent, just to drive his point home.

Vincent slammed his own fork down in anger and quickly replied, “I can read, and there wasn’t one thing on that tape that said not to tape over it!”

“Itold you last week not to use that tape!”

“You have a million more tapes, it’s not like you have nothing to watch now!”

“That is not the point,” Bo repeats, “I liked that episode and I told you not to use my shit without asking!”

“Fuck you, you use my things all the time!”

“Like what?”

“My boots are still at the back door because you wore them last week and have not cleaned them!”

“That was for a practical purpose! And,” Bo jabs his fork in Vincent’s direction, “I will clean them. You can’t get my tape back.”

“I can’t believe you’re so hung up about this. Why are you so attached to that episode?”

“Episode of what?” Lester asks. He’s had no idea what this argument was even about seeing as it started before he even arrived at the house. Knowing Bo, there were two options: Star Trek or Knight Rider.

Bo answers Vincent’s question defensively, “I am not ‘attached’! What, is it a crime to enjoy a TV show now?” At the same time, Vincent replies “Star Trek,” to Lester.

Lester nods, though no one is really taking much notice of his opinion on this whole thing.

Bo goes back to his dinner, but keeps talking, “It’s the principle of the thing, Vince.”

“Whatever. I’ll tape it again for you.”

Bo grunts. Vincent grunts back.

Lester sits there in silence, glad that they seem to have come to an agreement, although he doesn’t quite understand what has just happened. He loves his brothers, he does, but their arguments can go around in circles for hours sometimes with no apparent end other than the moment they both get bored of arguing. Lester’s just glad they finally seem content to leave this one be. For now.

“They’re giving me more hours at work,” Lester says, throwing the fact into the room and awaiting a reaction.

“More?” Bo asks, “You’re already out there breakin’ your damn back every day.”

“I - We need the money.”

“We don’t need nothin’ we can’t get elsewhere. You need help wi’ money, you come to us, alright. We’ll figure it out.”

“It’s just a couple extra hours, Bo. Aint no harm.”

Bo raises a brow as he chews thoughtfully on his brisket.

The rest of the night passes uneventfully. The twins give up their arguing for the night and there’s a steady supply of beers in the fridge.

When it gets late enough and Lester has had his fill of eating the twins’ food, he makes to leave. Bo waves him goodbye from the couch with one hand, taking a swig from his bottle of beer, eyes still trained on the TV.

Vincent walks him to the door. He never normally does that.

“See you 'round, Vince,” Lester says, already opening the door.

Vincent takes a swig from his own beer bottle before putting it down on the side table to speak, glancing behind him to make sure Bo is still watching TV. “While you are out tomorrow, will you get a TV magazine for me? So I can find when that stupid episode is next on.”

Lester scoffs softly, keeping his voice down, “You really gonna coddle him like that?”

“Shut up,” Vincent smirks. “He’ll be on my ass about it if I don’t. ”

Lester shrugs, “Sure thing.” He pats Vincent heartily on the shoulder.

“You either in or you out,” Bo calls, “You’re letting all the heat out.”

“See you, Bo,” Lester calls back, finally setting out into the cold night and heading down the path to his truck.

is it all you ever wanted?

kicking off the new year with a ‘sinclair twins being emotionally hopeless’ fic. warningbecause it’s a bit angsty but nothing more than my usual offerings and also there is alcohol mentioned. more notes in tags. bold is sign.

“You don’t ever leave here without me, you know better than that! Don’t be so stupid!”

The night that they almost died, that wasn’t the first time Bo had said those words to him and it wouldn’t be the last, Vincent was sure of that at least.

Bo didn’t like him leaving town alone and usually Vincent listened. If Vincent needed anything from the store, he asked Lester the next time he stopped by Ambrose to get it, or he’d put whatever he wanted on Bo’s list, or sometimes he and Bo would go together. Usually, he didn’t need much else beside what he had in Ambrose. Ambrose was his home, his work, his life was all there.

Sometimes, Vincent thought about Baton Rogue. Thought about the two years he had in his little breeze block dorm room. Thought about the late nights in the library and eating ramen in bed and listening to his roommate read his midterm essay aloud to him to get his opinion. Thought about the girl who lived down the hall who made the best pot brownies he’d ever had (ever will have, he thinks) and about the hangover he had after his 21st birthday, when his roommate dragged him out to a bar and he drank tequila like it was going out of fashion. Thought about how he called Bo drunk from the bar because he felt guilty that they weren’t together. It was their first birthday they weren’t together to fight over who blew out the birthday candles. Bo, to his credit, was just as drunk as Vincent, slurring his words as he slumped against the phone table in the hallway, trying to keep his voice down.

They’ve argued before about it. When he first came home it took a month for them to fall back into their old ways. For Vincent to give up his sulking, as Bo had said, and to settle back into what his life was always meant to be.

Nowadays, he pretends it was his choice to go back to Ambrose. To go back home. He does this to spare Bo’s feelings.

He does it because Bo is sensitive.

Bo didn’t like when Vincent left town alone. Because he cared about Vince, cared about his twin and wanted to do everything he could to keep him safe. Because if anything happened, he couldn’t forgive himself.

Vincent puts up with it. He doesn’t leave town enough for it to be a problem. Now and then he’ll take the truck out without telling Bo, only to drive to the outskirts of town for a while. He’ll come home and, if Bo has even noticed, he’ll be pacing the family room of the house. Their conversation can go one of two ways; “I was worried sick” or “Where the fuck have you been?”.

Vincent apologises, usually, and Bo feels bad because just look at him: Vincent has no where else to go, how can Bo be so harsh?

Sometimes Vincent just shakes his head, and says, “You’re not my keeper.” Vincent knows something that Bo won’t admit.

Bo won’t ever leave Ambrose. Not really.

He can go on supply runs and stop at bars and talk to girls. He can do whatever he wants, for a while. But he’ll never leave.

Bo’s scared.

Bo’s not got the balls to leave, not that Vincent thinks he ever could. Could never bring himself to leave his kingdom behind. No, no.

What they’ve built is safe and familiar. As lonely as they are, they’re the Kings of their castle, the crumbling house on the hill, and Bo is too scared to let it go.

Bo is always scared, so he keeps Vincent close and tells him it’s for his own good.

Vincent won’t leave. He couldn’t. Bo needs him, and if Bo wants to die in Ambrose, Vincent supposes he will too.