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Simdil490 ~ Little Things

This ship needs so much more loving, seriously. Bodil40 x SimonHDS90. SHIP IT LIKE FEDEX!!!

"Godammit, Simon!" Martin groaned, as the red flashing message that he hated so much displayed on the screen. Whacking his head against the keyboard in rage, through his headphones he could hear the hysterical laughter of Simon, who was still giggling over pushing Martin off of the platform in XRun.

"Look, I'm sorry. I made you a cake! Merry Christmas!" When Martin respawned, he burst out laughing as he saw the entire house covered in cake, which Simon crouching in the middle, his character staring at Martin's every move.

"CAKE!!!" Martin screamed into his microphone, punching the cakes while Simon seemed to do an impression of a retarded hyena. Martin smiled upon hearing his friend, a flash of happiness showing in his eyes. Though Simon wouldn't know. See, for Martin, it was the little things Simon did that made the biggest difference.

The raging moments in which Martin would have to calm him down, the times Simon would leave Martin in their park our maps, when for an unexplainable reason, the melon haired boy had taken the lead. And this, the adorable yet insane laugh that Simon let off. Sure, they were small, almost insignificant things, but for Martin, they made the most difference. Not that he'd ever say it to Simon's face.

Despite how much he didn't want to admit it, Martin liked Simon. And it wasn't just a bond of friendship feeling, it was more. How could he resist him? It was just too difficult to spend most of your time with someone as amazing without developing some kind of loving emotion. And yes, Martin had ruled off the possibility it was just brotherly love. Only anime boys want to make out with their brothers.

"Bodil! Hello?! Bonjour?" Simon screamed, sending Martin tumbling off of his office chair, hitting the floor as a shock of pain ran up his spine. Letting out a pained groan, he held his back tightly, hoping to ease the burning sensation that was running up it. His vision became blurry as a ringing filled his ears. A nap felt good about now.

"Bodil?" Simon's voice was filled with immense worry, as he stared at his screen, hoping to receive an answer. After a few painful moments, Simon cursed under his breath, pushing away from his desk and grabbing his coat. He might have still been dressed in his dinosaur onesie, but Martin ncoukd have been dead.

Stealthily maneuvering to the door, trying to avoid his parents, Simon sighed as he reached the entrance. Slipping out of the open door and quietly closing it. He heard a loud click as it slotted into place and just wished that no one heard it. No sign of parents. Bingo.

Rushing down his driveway and onto his moterbike, he revved up the engine, shoving the helmet onto his head before rushing down to Martins house.

  - Time skip

His head stinging, and a thick pain rushing through his back, Martin lay still on the floor, knowing that if he moved, he would probably scream from the sheer amount of hurt.

Hearing the twisting of a lock, and a rush of cold air that hit his face, he smiled gleefully,

"Martin, you fucking idiot." Simon scolded, scooping his best friend into his arms, bridal style, Martin blushed as Simon's arms wrapped around him, and his body brushed against his. Its just because your injured, Martin. Nothing else.

"You worried me shitless." Simon continued, brushing a stray lock of hair that had fallen across Martins face away, only adding more to the deepening blush that was cursing the older males face. Launching Martin onto the sofa, Simon sat next to him, smirking.

"Sorry mom, I didn't mean to." Martin joked, a smile on his face. Simon rolled his eyes, before they caught a familiar flash of brown and he turned. Both of them stared at each other for the longest of times, none saying anything. Without registering the situation, Simon leaned in.

And as their breaths merged together, and their noses were touching, Martin couldn't take the teasing anymore. Propping his hands beneath his back, he pushed himself up, to have his lips greeted by a pair of soft ones. It was perfect. Exactly how it should have been.

Two Bulgarians with amazing laughs making out on a sofa.

Perfect.