Breakdown One Shots

Are You Scared

(Hamada and Lincoln had been best friends in their youth. After Lincoln dropped out of High School, the two were separated until Hamada was accidentally pulled into a drug and crime ring in his late 20s. A ring involving his old friend Lincoln who has changed quite a bit. Now, at what seems like the end of the line, Lincoln doesn't want to die without telling Hamada what he really meant by "I promise.")

"You're not gonna kill me are you?"

Hamada laughed. Lincoln immediately let out a gasp of fake shock. He took his beach towel and quickly twisted it before letting it unfurl and crack against Hamada's skin.

"Ow~" he wined in response.

"Why would you think I'd kill you!?"

"I d'know, maybe that" he rubbed his arm, still smiling.

Lincoln let out a puff of air and Hamada leaned into his shoulder. Lincoln blushed at the skin on skin contact. He could feel the water drip off Hamada's dark hair and the chill from it made him shiver.

"I promise I won't kill you... stupid dork."

Lincoln let his gaze look over the beach to make sure no one was watching. Mostly satisfied with the lack of gazes, Lincoln wrapped an arm around Hamada's small shoulders and squeezed softly.

Hamada didn't want to acknowledge the soft  gesture, afraid that Lincoln would stop being affectionate. He blushed and let the feeling ride as long as he could.

"I know. Thank you."
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It had been a long time since Lincoln had made that promise. Hamada hardly even remembered the words at all. Lincoln however, remembered the whole thing like he was watching from the outside. As long as Hamada's silver ring stayed on that thick black cord around his neck, Lincoln would never forget.

Yet now, there was nothing he could do. With all eyes on him and the gunpowder from the weapon in his hand... Hamada knew that it had to be done.

Steve-o crossed his arms behind Hamada, as if he could telepathically pull the trigger. Lincoln wasn't entirely certain he couldn't.

Lincoln was visibly shaking. The two other people, standing behind Hamada, parted to get out of the potentially bad aim. Steve-o wasn't concerned. He knew Lincoln, whatever he intended to hit, that's where the bullet would go.

"Lincoln?" Hamada started to ask.

Lincoln looked up at Steve-o as if asking to respond. Steve-o just seemed to glare through a pair of large sunglasses.

Hamada tried to remember what it felt like in the weeks before now, when the two had finally been reunited. He tried to remember the adrenaline as Lincoln pushed him out of the path of a rouge gunshot that landed in his shoulder. He tried to remember Lincoln holding up his old silver ring with a dorky smile.

"Y'know I still have this" he'd said with a dorky laugh. It had taken Hamada a little too long to remember the stupid old ring at all. It took a moment, but he vividly remembered his mother being so angry that he'd "lost" it.

Even now, Lincoln had the ring laced in his free hand. His grip was tight enough that that he could have snapped the cord.

"It's ok y'know..." Hamada said.

Lincoln knew that was literally the most bullshit thing he could have said. He might have even laughed if the feeling in his throat wouldn't have choked him. Instead, he just shook his head with the quietest whimper.

He'd never looked so vulnerable like this. Always the strongest of the pair. Closed off might have even been a good word.

"I get it. I just don't want you to get hurt" Hamada tried to urge.