Bun

30, professional snzfucker

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Okay I’m only going to say this once: IF YOU ARE NOT A SNZBLOG DO NOT FOLLOW, ASK, OR INTERACT.

I do not give a fuck to explain what my page or posts are if you don’t get it, thats for a reason. Please be respectful and polite or I will block you.

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yes. Crop it. Yes make the sickie wear it with their soft belly exposed. Make the sickie use it as a tissue.. .

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@idiotbless and i have started a band. listen to our first single "S-N-Z (the fics for me)" or else christ will un-resurrect

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HAPPY SNEASTER! 👃🏼💦💨🛌🌊🌬🤧

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some digital some traditional p/im p/imling!!!!! Sickly and sweaty with the axolotl nose 😵‍💫💖✨

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if anyone ever wanted teasing bratty Pim Allan allergy snex in the breakroom... boy do i have a TREAT for you.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82134256

I needed to make a treat for the Allan fans since there seem to be so many of them. this is the part where my partner reblogs this and adds his sexy art.

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things normies say ft. my response

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/80713486?view_full_work=true

I present for anyone who cares, the first 2 chapters of a slow burn friends to lovers relationship development post-cancellation smiling friends charpim cashier/barista AU sickfic for my own wellbeing to cope with the show ending. My sexy bf drew sexy sick charlie and maybe i will post those with the next chapter mgmgmgmgifdisj

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Drew this fanart!!!! For this amazing fic!!! Slow burn and hurt/comfort for u to enjoy and (for ((charlie)) to suffer)💕🫂

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what if i posted a chhinkni fit what then

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

a delicious sneezy present for my beautiful angel boyfriend!!' Pim & Charlie go to the museum and Charlie is naughty (does chhinkni in the bathroom on purpose) tehehehehe

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hmmm.... yeah. Haha. Yep. Yuhuh. zyghehshhshhbjsjdje. this is 18+ s*xy kinky kink horny horn charpim sickfic. Messy also.

Pim catches a cold & Charlie """"takes care"""""" of him. Aka he gets h*rny cuz Pim is h*rny and induces him. Mess warnting. My boyfriend is gonna love this i hope.

Someone had to be first. With everything going around this time of year, it only made sense something would hit their office eventually... Pim just isn't sure why he had to go down first. He always washed his hands, took vitamins, stayed up to date on his shots... But the tell tale burn in his throat and tired ache in his bones greeted him that morning regardless. He'd at least try to keep his germs to himself, pulling out a pink and purple tie-dye patterned mask from his work bag. He braced himself for what Charlie would say. His boyfriend was not above teasing him at work, pushing his buttons seemingly one of his love languages. The larger critter just stuttered upon seeing him, a faint blush and mystified expression painting his face.

"Pim, you're sick? Why didn't you text me dude."

"And say what, 'Hey, I'm a little sick, see you in an hour?' 's not a big deal."

Charlie huffed, picking at the skin of his thumb. Almost pouting. Pim usually told him everything, texted him every morning. Now it makes sense why his phone had been devoid of notifications.

"W-well... what's with the mask? Not that it isn't, like, cute... course you would have one like that."

"Did you miss the 'sick' part of my sentence, Charlie? I'm trying not to be rude. Nobody wants my germs." He sighed, propping his head on his hands. Charlie scooched closer to Pim at the table. His voice was low.

"Yeah I guess.... don't wanna piss Allan off. He gets pretty freaked about germs."

Charlie stared at Pim, noting the tired look in his eyes. He looked a little pale but otherwise not too bad. Probably because the mask obscured half of his face, but he still had the energy to sass the larger critter. A shiver ran through him as he gasped and ducked into his elbow, silently stifling a sneeze, even with all the layers blocking it from the air.

"Bless you... Are you sure you should be here? Also how many times have I told you to let them out dude. You got a mask on and everything, you don't need to squash 'em like that"

Charlie could see the blush even over the sides of Pim's mask, his eyes darting around to avoid eye contact. Was it the blessing? Did his own sneezing get him all hot 'n bothered too? Charlie was still figuring out how this worked... He loved all the little details that got Pim's nerve in a twist. He vowed to pay more attention that day and sherlock his way to an answer.

"Can you guys stop flirt-ing in the breakroom? Mr. Boss has called for you." Allan took a look at Pim and dug in his own bag, pulling out his own mask. Pim smiled sheepishly, even though nobody could see it.

"I'll keep my germs to myself Allan, no worries. Th-thank you, by the way. We'll head right over."

Allan muttered to himself as he adjusted the bendy bridge of the fabric.

"You might... but he won't."

He let it slide, too occupied with the heavy feeling in his head to decipher exactly what that meant. Charlie was too locked in on Pim to even hear it.

The tiny squished sneezes came more often as the day wore on. At one point, either becoming too powerful to contain or his body too tired to oppose, blasting through his nose and spattering the inside of his mask. The look of shock in his eyes and the soupy sniffles were enough to confirm it.

"S-sorry Sir... Friend.... Where's the restroomb?" The high pitched edge to his voice, even through the congestion and slight hoarseness, reminded Charlie of a few times back at his apartment. The nervous rush of arousal making Pim shiver and giggle, his nerve twitching like it did now as he shuffled off to the bathroom sniffling. The larger critter couldn't help himself. He yelled to Pim's back.

"Bless you!"

His nerve twitched, shooting straight, his shoulders locked up, pace quickening. Yep. This was doing something for the little critter.... Charlie felt his own cock thicken up in his jeans. This kink of Pim's was surprisingly... exciting. Primal and messy... desperate. He was brought back to earth by the critter they'd been sent to help, impatiently holding a bowling ball.

"Hey man can you hurry up? I need to throw this fucking ball and it's your turn."

Jesus christ, he forgot completely where they were and what they were doing. He couldn't tear his thoughts away from Pim's sensitive nose and worsening condition... He would bet the rest of his body was sensitive too. He had to make this fucker smile so he could do something about it. He shot a straight gutterball, his eyes unfocused. The other critter slamming the ball like a basketball into the lane, cheering with victory as the staff ran towards them. That's not... But he definitely smiled? That's a job well done, in Charlie's opinion. He rushed off to the restroom as their client was apprehended.

"Hey Pim? You in here?"

"*snddfff *snff* Ummb... yes?"

"We're uh... we're good to go. He smiled. Also I think he's gonna get arrested so we should probably dip." The stall door slammed open, Pim's bare face flushed and red around the edges. He had a large clump of toilet paper in his hand, Charlie wondered if he'd released more desperate sneezes into it that only the walls had gotten to hear... He felt weirdly jealous.

"Wh-What! Charlie, I left you alonde for like... two seconds? what happened?!"

"Slammed the bowling ball into the lane, he smiled though... sooo....." Charlie saw Pim's wet mask discarded in the bin, trying to ignore the thoughts that plagued his brain. What was Pim doing to him, man... Maybe more than germs and stds were contagious. Pim fumbled in his pocket for a fresh face covering but Charlie lunged closer, grabbing his hand. He leaned down kissing the smaller critter fervorously, pressing him up against the sink. Pim softened into the touch before stiffening and abruptly pushing Charlie away.

"Charlie, ndo-I don'dt..... You're gonna get sick!"

"Sounds hot. Bet you'd like that."

"Charlie!!" Pim smacked his hand, but his wild eyes and flustered expression betrayed him.

"I need you so bad. We can... let's go. Back to my place. Or your place, I don't care."

"What's gottend indto you Charlie? What happened?" Pim looked up at him, the confusion and arousal in his face sending fire through Charlie's veins.

"You're getting into my head man, lemme take you home and take care of you." He grabbed his hand, dragging him back to the car, past the altercation in the lobby.

Oh he was gonna take care of him alright.

Of course Charlie couldn't drive though, so he just had to watch Pim at the wheel and chew on his lower lip. Watching his breath hitch and his eyes get misty as he fought to keep his eyes on the road. His iron grip on control no match against the forced vulnerability of the virus making a home in his head. He was powerless against it... Charlie watched his chest heave. Each movement felt oddly sensual. He reached out to touch Pim's thigh, hungry for some form of physical contact. The touch broke his concentration. He snapped forward at the waist, painting the steering wheel and dashboard in spray.

"Heh!'TSCHIEWW! Oh crap." He sniffled eratically, but Charlie could still see the snot glistening above his lips, dripping slow and heavy. He reached across Charlie to pop the glove compartment and grab some napkins, nose dripping dangerously above Charlie's crotch. He found them, even with his eyes on the road, and used one hand to mop at his face. Charlie hoped God was understanding.

"Bless you.... A big one, huh?" He tried to sound cocky but he was breathless, the heat in his pants distracting and pulsating, feeling far too tight. Pim looked equally frazzled. Almost feverish.

"Charlie, I ndeed you to shut up before I crash this car and kill us both."

"Heard."

Charlie followed Pim up to his apartment in a daze, his brain only focused on what was gonna happen once the door closed and he got him alone. He couldn't decide what he wanted to do more, bundle him up and kiss his forehead or rail him into the next morning. Both sounded incredible right about now... There was a palpable squeezing pressure in his chest and further down....He wondered if this is how Pim felt when Charlie was in the throes of nasal despair. The smaller critter unlocked his door with urgency, slamming it shut behind them and tugging Charlie's hoodie strings down for a sloppy kiss. It was short lived, even as they moved fast grabbing eachother and kicking off their shoes, Charlie slid down the wall to the floor for a better angle, Pim's fingers already finding their way inside Charlie's waistband. His body shuddered between Charlie's legs as the tickle played with him once more. Charlie watched as the itch waxed and waned, the poor little critter stuck gasping and squinting, tears and snot dribbling from his face, his teeth bared. It must have abated, judging by the frustrated arch of his eyebrow and rapid sniffles. He scrubbed at his nose, hard with his palm, his frustrated little groan sounding more like a needy whine. He put the same hand against Charlie's arm and he could feel the sticky wetness. Surely it's likelihood to cum was what was making his heart beat so fast....

He pulled Pim against him to kiss and nip at his neck, relishing in the hitchy moans that escaped him. His voice was going, crackling at the edges. Nose stuffed up like a dam fit to burst, dripping through the cracks. Charlie suddenly remembered something.

"Pim...where's... where's the little tool...The little plastic bit you used... on me last time." Pim's body went shock straight in Charlie's arms, clearly surprised by the suggestion.

"F-for what?!"

Charlie bit off a moan. He loved seeing Pim get flustered.

"Wanna give you some relief.... get some pretty sneezes out of you. It's my turn to watch."

Pim squeaked, triggering a mucky sounding cough. He covered his face in embarassment but still directed Charlie to the location of the clothes tag.

"First drawer... kitchend..."

Charlie clumsily lifted himself off of the floor and slid to the kitchen. That goddamn thing was so small, probably hard to find in a messy drawer... but he knew from experience it was the best tool for the job. Thankfully he found it quickly, walking over and grabbing Pim from where he still sat by the door, scooping him up and dropping him softly on the bed. He looked up at Charlie with hungry watery eyes, shrugging off his button up shirt and kicking off his pants. His tight little white boxers were already soaked.... God. Thank God. Thank God he was just as turned on as Charlie was. He hitched again, his eyelids falling over his mismatched eyes and eyebrows tensing up, but it was just teasing again. Charlie practically ripped his shirt off, jumping in the bed and fixing Pim into his lap so that the little critter was straddling him. He looked down at Charlie, sniffling to keep his nose from dripping onto the other's bare chest.

"Ch-Charlie... are you sure? I mbight.... mbake a mbess." He could feel Pim press his wetness into his soft stomach, right into the curve above his cock, as he said those words, aching for more pressure. Charlie felt like he could probably cum hands free, just here with Pim's pressure where it was, but the fun had just begun. He took a deep breath, willing the blood back up to his brain.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Pim. But you gotta promise me to let them out, okay? I wanna.... I wanna see your face... the whole time."

He slid the clothes tag up, dancing around the tender edges of Pim's nose, watching him twitch with need.

"I pro-Hih! I prombis-ssss hehh!" It barely touched the inside of the smaller critter's nostril before he succumbed to the irritation, his palms planted on Charlie's stomach to keep his balance and give him a little more leverage to keep grinding down against Charlie as the sneezes burst out of him.

"H'KSSSHHIEW! Hah! hngg! hhah'TSSHHIEWW! Oh mby *sndff*- 'TSHHHIEW!" He was dripping now, snot billowing between panted breaths as it stretched to form pools on Charlie's chest. His nose red and still twitching, solely from the contents dripping out of it, aggravating the already sensitive area. He buckled forward again without any help from the clothes tag.

"H'TSSCHIEWW!"

"God Bless you Pim..." Charlie tried to control his voice to not let on how hard he was. He was sure his own wetness was staining the bed, but they'd deal with that later.

"You're doing s-so good for me.... Getting it all out." Pim rutted against him, whining and sniffling fruitlessly, the action only making him cough.

"Mb.... so gross...."

"Hey, no."

Charlie lifted his head with the hand holding the instrument of torture to force eye contact. Making the smaller critter look at him dead on. He looked so angelic, flushed and hazy eyed, pink and so soft and wet atop his chest...

"You're so beautiful.... giving me your cold. Let me take care of you. Then I'll give you a reward for being such a good boy." Pim moaned, angling his head to give Charlie the go-ahead to prod in his nose once more. Neither of them sure how much more of this they could survive. The tickles and the sickness and the arousal had Pim so sensitive to every touch, a bundle of exposed nerve endings. Charlie only had to tap the inside of Pim's septum before he was jerking forward again, waves of spray and snot coating the hair on Charlie's chest. It was incredible, watching Pim be completely taken over by the fit, at the mercy of his own nose.

"HH'KSHH! KSHH-KSHH!HAHH'TSHHIEWW!!"

"Bless you bless you bless you.... Oh wow. That felt good huh?" Charlie grabbed his discarded tshirt to wipe at Pim's face gently, the force of the fit so strong that mess had made it all the way to his cheek, tethered there in a glistening rope. He wasn't as gentle wiping his own stomach, so that he could flip their positions and put Pim on his back. The smaller critter helped Charlie with shaking fingers to remove his soaked underwear, grabbing the tshirt to blow his nose heartily. The vibration triggered another sneeze, this one small and tired into the drenched fabric.

"H'tsshiew! *snff*"

"Oh bless you..." He was being so tender.... so unlike his usual brash self. Pim in this vulnerable of a position was unlocking something deep within him, something strong and possessive. He used two fingers to massage Pim's clit, bringing forth a congested whimper. He slid one finger inside, more than enough for the small critter, and lowered his mouth to Pim's pussy. It dripped almost as much as his nose had, pink and sensitive in a similar fashion as well.... It made sense, sneezing as a sexual act. To Charlie, the parallels became clear, though at first it had seemed entirely disconnected. Now, seeing Pim like this, he understood.

He lapped at Pim's pussy, spreading his tongue wide to envelope it completely, then diving deeper to focus on the sweet spot. He smelled so sweet, up close like this. Sickly sweet in a pleasant way. Pim's breaths quickened, peppered with moans of Charlie's name as he came hard, gripping the blankets with white knuckles. Charlie fingered himself as he watched Pim come down, knowing it wouldn't take much after the show he'd recieved. They shook against eachother, the only sounds of the room heavy breathing and quiet sniffles. Charlie flopped on the clean side of the bed, pulling Pim on top of him to lay on his stomach as he rubbed his back. All the energy completely drained from the little critter, just a tired sack of sickness. He still sighed happily into Charlie's chest though, nuzzling into it.

"Hey... Pim."

"Yeah?"

"I think I caught your kink, man."

Pim giggled, a hoarse tiny little sound muffled into Charlie's plush pecs.

"You're gonnda catch mby cold too. Sorry."

"Guess I gotta find a mask big enough for my big stupid nose."

"'s okay Charlie..." Pim yawned.

"I'll take care of you too."

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a part 2 with tribbing. yeah. I hauve covid so if it's bad it's covid's fault.

Pim woke, groaning into the pillows on the opposite side of the bed where he usually slept. Charlie was gone, but he had been there. Evident by the old spice musk of the blanket wrapped around him.

"Hey you're awake... what's up."

So Charlie was still there, just not in bed. What time was it? It was kind of grim outside the window, hard to determine.

"Guess" He smothered a hacking cough into the pillow. Charlie gulped. Maybe it was time for pharmaceuticals, and less of the.... 'holistic' approach of last night.

"Alright, I can take a little sass. Where'dya keep your drugs. Cold medicine."

"Don't have ady"

"Wh- Pim. You don't have cold medicine? I assumed you had like, a goddamn pharmacy."

"Just tyledol and .. guafed..... sobethig else. I can'dt take ndormbal cold mbedicide. Indteracts with mby other mbeds." He pointed to the closet door, face still smooshed into the bed.

"Oh."

Oh. Charlie hadn't considered that. He really had to strain to understand what Pim was saying through the congestion and fabric muffling his words. Deciding to rummage around in Pim's medicine bin he finds tylenol and cough drops, something called "guaifenesin" that sounded like an energy drink ingredient, and some tissues. Thank god, because Pim's little nose looked raw from rubbing against Charlie's tshirt last night... Speaking of, he was incredibly greatful that Pim had kept and washed multiple shirts he had left there over the years. He wasn't really ashamed of his body, maybe just a little, but he didn't feel like being tits-out all day. The old shirt still hugged him a little tightly, the graphic stretched and cracking, but it was fine.

Pim was scrambling to put pants on next to the bed.

"Hey woah woah woah...slow down. Where's the fire man?"

"Charlie it's.... It's 11 we're .... late, gonnda be late. Why didn'dt you wake mbe up soonder?!"

"Uuuhhhhh cuz it's Saturday... Thought you knew that. You got a fever or something? Should I check?"

Pim faceplanted back on the bed, shoulders sagging, before picking himself up more slowly this time, dropping his pants back to the floor. The belt buckle clicked against the wood.

"Ndo... I don'dt think I have a fever. I guess you cand check if you wandt...There's a thing ind the closet."

Charlie hadn't seen a thermometer, because there wasn't one. Pim had one of those ridiculous temperature reading guns that made it look like you were euthanizing a cow between the eyes. It felt a lot less erotic than getting to stick a small slender instrument inside of Pim's warm mouth and make him hold it there.

"Holy shit dude.... You're really gonna make me shoot you?" He cocked the gun in Pim's direction. The little critter sighed with a half smile, ready for the bit his boyfriend was about to beat to death. It made him smile, seeing Charlie smile, so he'd let it go on and on. Even when it stopped being funny.

"Any last words?"

"You're gay." Pim shot him a sassy toothy smile, knowing that would kick Charlie's blush up. He still acted funny about that word, growing up catholic. After going to hell though he kind of gave up on small things like that. Focusing on what really mattered.

"Homophobia will not be tolerated....You are hereby being executed." He walked forward to press the temperature gun to Pim's head, pressing the button.

"Charlie you actually have to hold that at a distandce. It doesn'dt work... hh! w-work like that." Pim scrubbed up at his nose, leaving a wet streak down his soft pink wrist. Charlie dropped the temperature gun to his waist.

"You should-"

"Heh! Nngg..."

"Uh..." He was totally transfixed. Watching Pim's eyelids flutter and chest heave. Memories of last night flashed in his mind. Familiar pulsating warmth enveloped his cock. Goddamn pavlov response, for sure. Pim buckled forward, misting the air in front of him. Charlie could feel little droplets land on his bare legs where his boxers ended.

"Hehhh! H'TSCHHIEEW.... 'TSCHIEW!! *sndfff*"

The larger critter looked down at the gun, and looked at Pim. He was perched on the bed rubbing his nose with a tissue now. His legs spread.... Charlie pressed forward, touching the tip of the gun into Pim's pussy.

BEEP!

Pim was breathing heavily, looking at Charlie with wide eyes. Biting his lip hard. Warm wetness was visible on his clean new pair of underwear. God... was he always horny? Charlie didn't know he was so masochistic.

"Ah!- Hnn...Wh-What... does it say?" Charlie coughed awkwardly, overwhelmed by how fast everything had moved from playful to dirty once again.

"Uh..... 98. That's good." Gulp.

"Oh."

"Oh? I'm no doctor but I'm like.. l-like 99% sure that's-"

"Charlie... I thindk i'mb supposed to be at like 96. A-at least... that's what mby doctor said, ever sindce I was a tadpole."

Jesus Christ. Yeah of course, duh of course. Pim had mentioned it. Probably a hundred times. Cuddling deep into Charlie's side with the 'cold blooded' excuse always yielded results.

"W-well... you should uh... take some tylenol then?"

"Ummmb. Charlie? The... you're mbaking mbe...haha."

He still had the gun pressed up to

Pim's crotch. He dropped it to the ground dramatically.

"Shit! Shit shit shit... Oh my god man. Sorry that was.... weird."

"Charlie do you really thindk... are you liking this? Mbe like... this?"

Charlie couldn't look at him, already knowing the look Pim was giving him would shoot heat through his veins and down below. He dramatically threw his head around as if he was dodging bullets, like the boss did sometimes to scare his employees.

"Pim you can't, you can't ask me these direct questions. Especially about my giant penis and what it likes or doesn't like."

"Your boyfrie'd can'dt ask you que-hh! questionds?" Pim pressed a raised finger under his nose to squish the tickle, his eyes fading back to serious.

Charlie couldn't take 'serious' right now, he wanted wild and horny Pim back, to keep the attention on the little critter and off of himself. Especially when he looked like that, ragged and soft at the same time.

"N-no... you can. I just want to focus on you, not...me. I wanna make you feel good."

"But does it mbake you feel good?"

"Uhhh.... yes. Yeah, really good."

"Okayyy...Well I wannda mbake you feel good too" Pim wrapped his legs around Charlie's thighs pulling him closer, bumping their cocks together making the smaller critter shiver. The small jolt of contact sent sparks flying behind Charlie's eyes. He looked down at Pim, speechless that somehow he could make a fool out of himself, fumble on his words and half formed thoughts, and Pim would still give him those bedroom eyes. It made him feel dizzy, when Pim really bore into him with that desperate and wild look of hunger.... Like he needed Charlie more than air. Pim was teasing him back now, and he couldn't say it wasn't well deserved. He tugged Charlie against him again, their warmth fully joined, causing Charlie to fall forward to the bed with arms splayed out circling Pim's small body. Their warm breaths kissed eachother's lips and cheeks, Pim's pupils blown wide. He sniffled, watching Charlie tighten his jaw and swallow.

Sometimes Charlie wished Pim would just tell him exactly what to do, push his face in it, even make him beg, as long as a decision was made for him. He liked playing with Pim, getting under his skin and making him squirm, but the shock of Pim when he decided to be direct and demanding was...something else. God he was so whipped. Under whatever spell this 33 year old man had cooked up. Pim eyes went unfocused as the itch in his nose reignighted. He was egging it on dramatically, whining almost pornographically between sniffles.

"Charlie.... heh!! Nngh-will you help mbe againd? Like la-hhhh-st ndight?"

Charlie's voice cracked as he spoke low, his nonchalant dominance turning into excited obedience. His cocked throbbed, a phantom bell in his ear as he nodded his head.

"Yes... where's the-"

Pim had it, God knows where he grabbed it from. It must've been near the bed. Charlie went to grab it from him but Pim dodged him, giggling.

"Actually.... hmmmmm-Heh'TSHIEEW! HEH'T..ahhhh." One sneeze escaped him, the other cut off into nothing. Unsatisfying for both sides. He tapped his chin with the clothes tag, a mischevious look in his eyes. Charlie's throat felt dry, he knew he probably looked like the picture of desperation.

"Tell me. Anything you want."

"I wandt you... to sit up againdst the headboard." Charlie scrambled to obey, waiting patiently for Pim's next words. He palmed at his cock through his boxers but Pim smacked his hand.

"Hey! Let mbe give you a show first. You said I gave you mby kink.... I just wannda test it."

Charlie was panting already, imagining whatever devious things Pim had in mind as the smaller critter moved to lay on his stomach, face close to Charlie's throbbing cock. He kissed it through Charlie's boxers, giggling through his nose making him sniffle. The wetness seeping through the folds around his cock soaking through the fabric, perfectly conducting the warm air from Pim's mouth straight to Charlie's brain. He couldn't help it, moaning under his breath.

"Fuuuck man...."

"Oh! I like that... I like hearing you Charlie. I wannda hear... Hheh! hah.... mbore." Pim tickled his nose, diving the plastic tool in far deeper than Charlie had. Clearly practiced hands finding the perfect spot to tease for a grand result. The larger critter reached for his cock again, Pim's hand catching his and placing it against his hitching chest with a smile.

"You.. hahHHAH! Heard mbe... hhHAT'SHIEW!! 'TSHIEW 'CHHIEW Ohhh fu-hh-ck 'TSSCHHHieew!" Each sneeze pulled his head up and dropped it down, spraying over Charlie's arm and in droplets quickly absorbed into his shirt. Heavier strands of mucus connected his forearm to Pim's nose, bonding them.

Charlie whined, his legs shaking. Pim never swore. He was driving the large yellow critter crazy.

"Hnn... Bless you, Pim."

"Awww thank you Charlie! Is it your turnd to be a good boy? *sndfff*"

If Charlie had a tail it'd be wagging. Whipped. And pavloved. By his coworker. Now he's practically cumming in his shorts like a teenager over being called 'good boy'.

"Ch-hah! Charlie.... You're so handsombe.... That shirt looks so good ond you."

"It's a little, uh, tight."

"It's perrrrfect. *snff*" Pim scooted forward, grinding his pussy hard into Charlie's with only 2 thin pieces of fabric between them.

"Are you *huff* really tribbing me right now dude."

"I'll stop if you don'dt like it."

"N-no... please."

"Will you cumb for mbe Charlie?"

"Yes..."

"Good boy!" Pim palmed the side of Charlie's stomach, squeezing softly, almost painfully tender, while he teased his nose again. It's good that Pim had asked him to, because he was getting overstimulated by the arousal edging back and forth, Pim's wet warmth against his own. He wasn't gonna last long. Especially if Pim was doing that... short hitchy breaths that oozed with desperation. Each breath almost squeaking at the start as it built up and up and up.

"Heh-ah! Ah! AT'SHIEW! HAT'SHHHIEW! 'TSHIEW! Ohhh bless mbe *snnrff*"

Charlie was shaking with the aftershocks, waves riding through him. Right into his boxers, of course.

"B-bless you"

"Thandk you Charlie *snff* Ughh... I'mb tired."

"You just woke up man."

"I'mb siiiiiiick." He still needed to take those goddamn meds. If they could just stop humping each other for 5 minutes, maybe they could get something done.

"Let's get some guashafensin and tylenol in you babe, then you can take a nap."

"It's ndot...okay. Will you lay with mbe?"

"Yeah dude I just need to see if i left any other....pairs of underwear here."

"You cand wear sombe of mbine."

"No the fuck I cannot, but thank you anyway."

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Per request, Ch/arlie allergy sneezes & Pim's attempts at denying he's getting turned awn by them.

18+!!! LEWD behavior. No s*x though just makin out.

"Hey Bro, let me in."

Charlie had his phone on speaker, standing outside of Pim's apartment complex. He lived in one of those buildings that had a functioning buzzer, rare to find in the city. Charlie's key to his building looked like it had been hit by a bus or forged in a basement out of tin cans, so the buzzer was pretty upscale. For some reason it made sense for Pim to live in a nicer, semi-well maintained building. Still old with musty carpets in the hallways, but it had charm.

"That's what the buzzer is for Charlie, remember? you don't have to call me and press it."

"Dude, you know I don't understand this shit just let me in."

The phone line went dead as the buzzer clicked the lock on the door, allowing it to be opened from the outside. Thank God Pim only lived on the second floor because the vintage building had no elevator.

Pim had set everything up nice, deep cleaning for Charlie's arrival. Charlie wasn't one to notice if the floors were swept and mopped, but Pim felt he was worth the extra attention regardless. It was always so nice to have Charlie all to himself, cuddled up next to him on his couch watching some silly movie. It had gone unspoken, whatever it was that they shared. Teasing flirtation and lingering touches. A few late nights spent....getting aquainted with eachother. It didn't need a label, Charlie still showed up religiously every friday night, calling Pim from outside. The door was always unlocked but he always knocked three times. Pim loved the domestic nature of it all, memorizing their little routine. He opened the door, smiling up at Charlie. The larger critter chose a well broken in flannel cuffed to elbows, oranges and browns overlapping in frayed lines, perfect for the slight chill outside. Pim felt underdressed in a graphic tee he'd worn to run around tidying up, as silly as that was. Charlie just looked so handsome in everything.

"Dude is that a my chemical romance shirt?"

"Ummm Yeah? So?"

"Didn't know you were emo, guess I can still learn things about you."

"Charlie I'm not 'emo', they're a critically acclaimed Alternative Rock band."

"It's okay to be emo, you don't gotta get defensive..."

Charlie playfully petted Pim's head as he strolled inside, taking his shoes off by the door and running over to plop down on the couch. He went to drop his phone on the side table but hesitated. A large bouquet sat on the top, orange speckled lillies dipping low, pollen drenched stamen still bobbing with the force of Charlie jumping down next to it.

As soon as he noticed, his face started to tingle.

"Uhh Pim? What's with the flowers?"

"Oh Charlie, aren't they beautiful? I thought... M-maybe they'd be nice, since you were coming over."

He can't say anyone had ever bought flowers for him. Of course they had to be lillies though, the strong scent making his eyes water. He didn't want to ruin the thoughtful gesture just yet.

"Yeah... they're awesome... that's real ni-hhhh-n-nice of you Pim."

He pressed hard into his septum, eyeing the bouquet. He should've just said something, seeing as his nose was going to start telling on him any second now.

Pim came to the couch offering snacks, offloading a few bags of their favorite chips on the coffee table and tossing a cherry coke into Charlie's lap.

"I wanna see that new scary movie Charlie... The one... I can't remember... You- are you alright?"

Pim caught sight of his hazy expression, eyebrows twisted up and mouth agape. He stuttered before snapping forward into the cuff of his shirt.

"Gonna.. sn-hehh-heeze Heh!!.. H'DDSZZCHHH-...'DSZZCHHOO! excuse me, heavens."

The smaller critter stiffened, a shiver running all the way through him to his nerve, shocking it straight up. It took a moment before he remembered what to say.

"B-bless you Charlie."

"Sorry... uhhh the horror movie..." Charlie tapped his chin, sniffling a bit. Mismatched eyes followed his every movement.

"I think it was... it looked shitty right? Like 'heart' something. It was on here somewhere, I can find it." Charlie scrolled on the TV with one hand, absent-mindedly rubbing at his nose with the other. He wiped a palm all the way up to the tip, sniffing hard. Pim felt all his blood go south.

"Heart Eyes! See, told you I could find it. Sit down man, I need my movie buddy." He scrambled up onto the couch, hopeful that Charlie wouldn't notice his flushed face. The movie should do a good job at distracting both of them and moving the blood flow back to Pim's head so he could think clearly. He curled up against Charlie's side, forcing his eyes on the screen.

Whatever was bothering Charlie refused to let up, seemingly getting worse as time went on. Pim was alert to every wavering breath and small reserved sniffle. He felt Charlie's stomach expand as took a deep jagged inhale. Pim braced, at least this time knowing exactly what was coming.

"Hh-Hheh! HEH'DSZZCHH-CHH-CHH-CHHAH!! Lord jesus *SNFF* Sorry bout that Pimb." He was trying to stifle them, the action forcing him into rapid tickly fits that toppled out on top of eachother. Congestion was building behind his speech. Pim wanted to sink into the couch, but he cared too much about Charlie to not care for him.

"B-bless you again, Charlie... a-are you okay?" He was rubbing at his nose, making wet squelching noises as he fought with the itch overwhelming his face.

"Yeah I'mb fide... I'mb just. Kind of allergic to lillies. Really ndice of you to get mbe flowers though. You have ady tissues?" Charlie glanced down at the small critter, wiping wetness down his arm. He was struck by the expression on Pim's face, beet red and.....familiar. Frazzled excitement, eyes wild. He was turned on? Right now?

"Pimb... are you-?"

"Yep, tissues!! I'll get some!!" He practically catapulted off of the couch, shaking the lillies once again, to run to the kitchen and away from the heat of the awkward situation unfolding on the couch. There wasn't anywhere to run though, really, in his own apartment and with pollen once again peppering the air and invading Charlie's sensitive airways. He heard stuttering gasps from behind him, grabbing the box and slinking back over. Pim couldn't resist... he wanted to - NEEDED to see Charlie succumb to the tickle again.

Charlie hitched, a hand held out awkwardly in the air waiting for the sneezes to come. It was teasing him, making him cry. He tried to blink away the moisture, catching Pim staring at him. The lustful focused look in his eyes clear as day. Ohhhhh.... Charlie would peace these thoughts together once his nose didn't feel like it was going to explode. He jerked into his hand with a few fittish stifles, but the tickle had other plans, refusing to be ignored.

"HhHH!! H'DSZCHH-CCHH-CHH-CHH- Hehh! H'DSSZCHHOOO!!" He sniffled into his hand, trying to contain the mess from that last sneeze that threatened to drip through the gaps in his fingers.

"Hey earth to Pimb, I'b ind dire ndeed."

Pim shook himself out of the haze of arousal, using autopilot to walk over to Charlie and hand him the box. Charlie studied his face as he grabbed a tissue and blew his nose hard. Pim's nerve twitched, syncing up with a twitch in his eye, his face completely flushed. Charlie sniffled tentatively, noting the shiver that ran down Pim's spine at the sound.

"Pim, are you like, turned on right now?"

"N- What? N-no! That's.... No of course not! Why would you even ask!?"

"No dude you're totally horny. I can tell, I've seen you horny before. Your little hair thing goes like this." Charlie twitched his finger, then stretching it up straight. Pim hid his face in embarassment.

"No, Charlie... I'm not 'horny' that's... that's gross. Can we j-just... watch the movie?"

"Oh yeah sure... you wouldn't mind then, if I did this?" The larger critter pulled a lily from the vase, hesitating before dipping his nose into the petals. He relished in the way Pim rushed toward him, trying to slap it out of his hand, practically on his lap now. He succeeded in removing the allergen, but not until after Charlie had gotten a strong whiff of the scent, bits of pollen blending into the yellow of his large nose.

"Oh g-gosh... Charlie that's.... a bad idea."

"You mean gr-hghhk!.." The tickle slapped him in the face, stealing the breath straight from his lungs. He gasped, Pim's weight shifting to his side, grabbing his arm tightly. Okay maybe sniffing it directly was a bit much.... but clearly Pim was enjoying it, judging by his iron grip.

"Agh fugk..... Hhh! hhh! Hheh!!.... ss-so itcchh-y oh-hHEH'DSSZCHHUU! HHEH'DSSZZSCHU-CHH-CHH-CHH-CHHUU! Ouch"

Spray dotted the vase, the petals of the intact flowers, the armrest recieving the brunt of it. Even though he was done for the moment, Charlie's face still looked stuck. Itchy purgatory, fully exposed.

Pim was buzzing, electricity in the air. Charlie could feel his little hands sweat and twitch. The smaller critter swallowed, attempting to hold back the breathy desire that weaved through his chest.

"Bless you...." It came out as a squeaky whisper. Not smooth or nonchalant at all.

"Thandks *sNFFF* Wow I'mb really allergic to those. It still ti-hhhickles." Charlie huffed, egging on his hitching breaths for dramatic effect. He pulled Pim into his lap, noting the way his legs squeezed against eachother. He kissed Pim's neck, snuffling in his ear.

"Thindk I mbight sndeeze againd... Hhh! Hope you don'dt .. hhahh! Mbind!" Pim's hand snaked up behind Charlie's head pushing his nose into the gap between his head and shoulder to aim the incoming fit. Kinky... who was Charlie to deny Pim what he wanted?

A single sniff was all it took to set him off, muffling each harsh sneeze into Pim's neck, shuddering against him as Pim blessed him through shaky breaths.

"HHH'DZZSCHUU!!! Hah- hhaha- H'DSZZZCHUU' DZSSCHHUU! *snddff* You like that? Mbe sndeezi'g all over you? I bet that's why you bought those flowers..."

"N-n-no!! I didn't-bless you!"

Charlie pulled back to prod at his dripping nose with the collar of his flannel, looking at Pim with watery eyes and a knowing smirk. Pim couldn't take it anymore, yanking the other in for a deep kiss. Charlie puffed congested breaths against Pim's cheeks, unable to breath through his nose but still desperate to taste the other. His little moans were so cute, so worked up. He had to push Pim away so he could blow his nose, the vibration setting off another sneeze.

"H'DSZCHH! Oh man. I don'dt thidk I believe you.....ughhhh mby ears are itchy."

"Poor Charlie... I might.. umm I might have an allergy pill!"

"Ndahhhh I'mb good. Thindk I'mb just gonnda ride it out." He winked at Pim.

"You should prolly mbove the-"

"Move the flowers, yep, moving them now."

"I can'dt lie though, they did smbell ndice. Great choice."

[idiotbless]

[snzzzzz420]

I give Unto You: Smiling Friends Yuri Snz. sn**zy bl*wjob included.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77178286

Yeppp yup yup yup

[idiotbless]

[snzzzzz420]

yep it's Pim Allergy denial. Per Request. Which I wrote in 2 hours with a crazy headache cuz i'm possessed.

allergy denial pimling

Once a month at the Smiling Friends office, Allan & Pim liked to come in to do what they called a "Super Special Saturday Deep Clean!" Always said with enthusiam like it was a party or something... Charlie always had an excuse. Why would he ever give up a Saturday to clean the stupid office? He was running out of believable excuses though, Pim didn't fall for "walking my goldfish" like Charlie had hoped.

"Charlieeeee we really need your help!! It'll be quick with an extra set of hands, I promise! Plus it really needs it.... we shouldn't have skipped last month. Especially after that g-"

"That guy exploded green goo everywhere, like from his armpits. yeah no, I remember. Ugh.... dude fine. Fine! But I swear to God, I am not dusting. And you better have gloves." Pim smiled. He tried to contain his excitement, in fear that Charlie would rescind his offer if he knew how happy it made Pim when he participated in anything. Even something as simple as cleaning together on a Saturday. A Pim & Charlie cleaning adventure!!! Plus, Allan always did the dusting, they'd just clean the floors and do some general wipe downs and organizing. It'd be fun!!

Except Allan never showed up. Pim shot him a few frantic texts, only getting a short response after waiting 20 minutes.

'Dr. Monster Appointment Today' Of course... of course he got Charlie to come with the promise of light work and Allan can't come. Aren't doctor's offices usually closed on the weekends? No use reasoning it, Pim sighs, forming a new plan in his head to focus on just what really needed to get done. They'll just have to... make do! Pim sent Charlie over to the sink to wipe around the handles and deal with the countertops and microwave. The large yellow critter immediately made a sound of disgust, prompting Pim to spin around and see what the trouble was already.

"Dude... this place is dusty as shit. Does Mr. Boss have like, no HVAC system in this stupid building? This can't be normal.... is it always like this? Now I know why Allan bailed." He blew heartily, disturbing the layer of dust that had landed over the last 2 months on top of the microwave, awkwardly slapping his hands around in the air to disperse the cloud.

Oh... right. Pim had forgot about the dusting. Allan had always done it far before Pim came by to help, thankfully so. He had no idea how it got this bad either, and of course Charlie wanted to play around in it, blowing it all over the place. Charlie tossed the duster towards Pim, smacking him in the side of the face. Pim tried to breathe through his mouth as the tiny particles swirled around his head. He didn't want to ask Charlie to do it, he already insisted he hated dusting... He'd just have to keep it together. Couldn't be that bad... He considered half assing it.... No. That would be wrong.

"You better get to it man, I'm already getting hungry and you know how I get. You won't- You won't like me when I'm hungry. Remember that?"

"Y-yes. Haha..." Pim sniffled lightly, grabbing the ladder from the closet to get on top of the fridge. He wished he had a mask or something, but he didn't want to draw any attention. Thankfully Charlie had already started playing music from his phone, his speakers kinda shot but at least it would keep him distracted if Pim... made any sounds.

Pim could already feel the dust infiltrating his body, his ears and eyes starting to itch. Maybe he'd get lucky and that's all it would be...Dust was irritating to everyone, right? He swiped the duster over the top of the fridge, noticing how only half of the dust stuck to the fibers, the other half floating around in the air or hitting the ground in little clumps. There had to be a better way to do this than just putting it all up in the air and watching it fall down, how did Allan do it? Pim tried to angle his head away as he cleaned but he was completely surrounded... and the itch was taking a much more urgent approach in his sinuses.

He tried to hold it back, eyes half lidded and mouth stuck open in a snarl as he fought the tickle. Particles swirled in his hitchy breaths, pushed away just to come back.

"Hhh....hhh!...*snfff* hhHh!" It was getting too difficult, he was almost to the point of whimpering with the effort to keep them in. He'd have to just.... make them quiet? Charlie was busy, he wouldn't notice. Hopefully.

"Hhhnn!! chh... chhh... chnxxt!" He breathed out shakily, quietly. Pim waited to see if Charlie would say anything, the last itchy stifle a bit louder than he had hoped, but he was in the clear. The distance between them as well as the System of a Down playing from Charlie's phone drowning it out. The smaller critter pinched at his nose. Stifling them was painfully unsatisfying, making the itching in his head feel 100 times worse. His throat was itchy too, which he tried to smother by clearing it. That, unfortunately, did catch Charlie's attention.

"What'd you say?"

"I didn't - hhh! - I didn't say anything."

"Oh my bad. Hey man, can you dust over here so I can wipe it down? The wipes just push it around it's pissing me off. It's seriously like, everywhere. I got a cousin who does HVAC like, whatever it is they do, I should give his number to Mr. Boss." He grimaced, saying a little prayer that he could hold it back while over by Charlie. He could feel the irritation and tickle building, it felt like dust had settled on every nerve ending and in every crevice of his sensitive respiratory system. He got off the ladder, holding his tongue to the roof of his mouth, pressing it there. That should help, right? God he wanted a tissue so bad. He wanted to go to the bathroom and sneeze his head off, the relief would probably feel amazing.

"So the coffee maker is fucked, the microwave is still fucked, even though I blew on it like, super hard. So if you could just wipe those quick I can get the rest."

Pim stepped forward, brushing the already dust-ridden swiffer brush over the coffee maker, watching the clouds just puff off to the sides onto the counter. What's the point of a duster that can't even hold dust?!? The tickle in his nose grabbed his full attention, making him gasp. Through hitching breaths he could feel Charlie's hand on his shoulder. No no no not right now!

"You good man? what'd you get scared?"

"Hhh! Hhhnnn- N-No- HehHEH!-tchh-tchh-tchh'chhh'chhh *snfff*.... tSCHHOO! Ugh..." He palmed violently at his nose. The scrubbing action making small wet noises. As exposed as Pim felt, the tickle was taking over his entire brain making it hard to think.

"Woah. Bless you."

Pim sniffled thickly, trying to play it cool even after that embarassing display. He smiled at Charlie, biting his cheek.

"Woo goodness...Thadk you!" He went back to dusting, shrugging out from under Charlie's hand, keeping his sniffling to a minimum. He didn't have a choice but to breathe through his mouth now. He expected Charlie to go back to cleaning, but he could still sense his presence inches away. It didn't help that the large yellow critter practically towered over him. When he looked up he couldn't even see Charlie's mouth, just his eyes over his large nose.

".... Is that why Allan dusts?"

Pim choked, coughing lightly, clearly caught off guard by the attention being paid to him.

"Wh- Is what why Alland dusts?" Shit, he was beginning to really sound congested. He walked away from Charlie's looming presence to wipe the leftover dust from the microwave. This was good enough... that's like... every dusty surface. Please let this be over. His breath quickened again, prompting him to press a finger hard under his nose.

"What do you mean 'what'? I'm like, 99% sure you're allergic to dust man." Pim ducked his head with a silent stifle. God finally, not sure why that was so hard.

"I'mb definditely ndot allergic to dust, Charlie, it's ndo big deal. Just a... hhh.... it's just a weird tii-hhhh-ickle!"

"No dude you're literally about to sneeze again right now, I can tell." Pim wished lightening would strike the building and hit him directly. He squished his nose into obedience.

"Nduh uh. Plus I'mb donde, I'mb gonnda grab the vaccuumb ndow."

"You didn't get the top of the TV."

"The... huh?"

"The top of the TV, it's fuckin overheating man we can't leave it like that. Do you want me to-"

"Ndo! I cand do it! Just ndeed the ladder..." The smaller critter rushed to the ladder, dragging it over to the TV so he could reach the top. Charlie was right... it was bad. Allan must not bother to clean up this high. The dust was practically caked into the vents of the TV, honestly the fire hazard they'd shared a room with worried Pim more than what we was about to do. He had to... for everyone! Fat clumps of dust flew everywhere as he used both arms on the tool to swipe at the offending refuse. He watched them float slowly to the ground as the tickle built again, forcing his eyes closed.

"HHhhh!!! Heh.. Hehhh... Hnnngg..." Nope. It was too much. There was too much stimuli floating in the air, poking and prodding in his nostrils. Every sensation he held back was trying to explode from his nose. He had lost the war.

"Hehh!! HATSCCHH-CHHH-CHHHH-CHH'CHH'CHHiew!!!" He was also losing his balance. As the sneezes tumbled out, rapidly one after another without a second to breathe, he couldn't keep his footing on the steps.

He expected to hit the laminate floor of the breakroom, it wasn't too far below. His brain didn't even process the fall, one second he was on the ladder, sneezing, and the next second he was... actually really comfy. Maybe he died. If he was dead his nose shouldn't still feel like it was recieving acupunture.

"Bless you man. Jesus, you... You're like, definitely allergic to dust. I'm not letting you ever do that again. Ever."

Pim opened his eyes to see he was in Charlie's arms. He was also covered in snot, little bits of dust sticking to the mess dripping from his nose. He covered his face, trying to hide what Charlie had most definitely already seen. His face burned with embarassment, strange warmth stiring in his pants.

"I thindk...... I thindk you're right..... Charlie I really ndeed a tissue."

"Oh shit! Yeah... duh, Yeah lemme just." He walked a few steps to the paper towel roll, awkwardly grabbing some with Pim still bundled in his arms. A faint blush painted his cheeks.

"Here man, uh. Oh. Sorry." He must've realized he could put the adult man he was still carrying down. He spun around walking in the opposite direction to give Pim some privacy, speaking over his shoulder.

"Next time, I'll dust. Okay?"

"Next t-time? Hehh-hehHht'tchhiew!" Pim sniffled.

"God bless...Someone's gotta be here to catch you man. Y-y'know...just in case."

[selene-and-the-cold]

Send love end of the year snzblr celebration! 💕

Some time ago there was this trend going around here of leaving positive vibes and messages in people's inboxes.

I'd love to bring that back to snzblr for these last few days of the year. A kind of gift from us to each other to end the year strong. If you are celebrating a holiday right now, it can be seen as a holiday gift. If you aren't, it'll be an end of the year treat.

So reblog this if people can send you positive end of the year asks - can be a message of what they like about you, some positivity or a few well wishes - get crrative on showing love and appreciation for each other!

Can be anon or off anon, depending on what ask-settings you are comfortable with.

Let's spread some end of the year asks love ❤️

[idiotbless]

my partner insisting i snz more than him and slowly proving it throughout the day by counting my natural sneezes. 🥹🥺💖✨🤧

it made me feel so cute and sexy??? but may have also given me a complex? do i snz that much? i really didnt think i did… hmmmmmm

[snzzzzz420]

Sloppy angsty christmas party fic. cw for drinking and mr boss being rude. Merry Christ Mass!

The Smiling Friends annual Christmas party was notorious. It seemed like Mr. Boss knew the entire city of Philly, or at least the underbelly of it. Many business ventures pre-Smiling Friends led to many interesting connections, Pim dared not to think about how Mr.Boss met multiple masked gimps and leather kinksters who showed up to a Christmas party dressed like...-that-, but 7 years in a row of this and he wasn't surprised by much anymore. He always opted to wear his navy suit, wanting to look put together as the most outgoing current Smiling Friends employee. The small critter fielded many questions about the year, the job, the antics, it was nice. Exhausting, but nice, to feel recognized for his hard work. He followed Mr.Boss around like an assistant, making himself easy to find and on-call for any questions or pressing matters. He hadn't yet seen Charlie come through the door, though he was busy running around fluffing napkin stacks and filling punch bowls. He couldn't keep eyes on every corner of the room, or the building.

Mr. Boss called to him from the snack table.

"Oh Piiiim!! There's one of my favorite boys! Could you do me a solid and grab some more tortilla chips from the breakroom? They're right on on the counter."

"Of course Mr. Boss!"

"Thanks a bunch! And keep an eye out for the fat one, he's supposed to be here."

Jeez. Even though it was....true, and Charlie was.... not the best employee, Pim never liked the way Mr. Boss talked about him. It was always in jest but still, unprofessional. Pim walked down the hallway towards the breakroom, humming to himself to fill the silence. He supposes nothing about their job is really professional. Or normal. Or often even made sense, but Pim was a stickler about being professional himself. It's what their clients deserve! He rounded the corner into the room, looking closely at the assortment of snacks and beverages scattered on the small countertop of the breakroom kitchen. Potato chips... uhh.... Nuts? No it was chips, some kind of chip. He tapped a tiny finger on his chin, hopeful the silly action would jog his memory.

"Hh'DDZZZSSCHOO! fugck mbe."

The small pink critter yelped, jumping a foot in the air. He spun around, hand on his heart.

"Charlie!!! W-when did you get here!?"

"I beend here mban. Really ndeed to get your eyes checked. Thought you saw mbe, sorry."

He was sitting right at the breakroom table where he normally sat. Touché... Pim's head must be too in the clouds, alongside his poor vision.

"Mr. Boss has been looking for you! What are you doing in the breakroom Charlie, we need you in the.... " The small critter squinted his eyes and walked up closer to the other to get a better look. Charlie looked worse for wear, sweat showing through his fancy button up shirt he rarely wore, suitcoat draped over the chair half-hazardly, the sleeve dragging on the dirty floor. For someone who often looked tired from late nights playing video games & crushing beers, he looked....much more tired than usual. The bags under his eyes deep, body melted to the seat. Slumped, really.

"Are you sick Charlie?"

"Ndo. Also rude to ask, sindce you didn't even bother to say bless you."

Pim sputtered, shocked.

"Y-you startled me! I was startled!!"

"Yeah okay mban whatever. Ndext timbe I go to hhh-hell I'll kndow why. *SNFF SNFF!* All the demon-demonsSCHHYUU! got in bme." Pim now noticed the quarter empty bottle of wine sitting on the table, the cork ripped in half like it was pried out with a knife.

"And you're drinking? Charlie, just come to the party. People have been looking for you! We did a lot of good work this year!!"

Charlie scrubbed at his nose harshly, eyes fixated on nothing. "You did."

"Excuse me?"

"You did a lot of work. I did fucki'g ndothing. Jack fucki'g sh-shit ... HhhHH'DSSCHHAH!! shit."

"Bless you.... Do you really think that?"

"Everyonde thinks that."

"That's not true at all Charlie!!"

"Mr Boss thinks it, Alland thinks it, I don'dt really give a fuck what Glep thinks he doesn'dt do shit...but at least we need himb around. Like, cosmically or sombething. Stupid..."

"Charlie.... that is so..." Pim moved closer, hovering his hand over the other's shoulder, scared to touch him and further upset him. Warmth radiated from the large critter, even without the confirmation of touch. Far too warm to be just the wine. There was a very important client sitting right in front of him, most important of all, really.

"Y'know, I was really lonely...Lonely here, before you came." He swallowed, sorting his thoughts. He wished he had a few shots of liquid courage. Charlie quirked an eyebrow but his gaze stayed fixated, far off.

"Um... I wasn't very good at this. Making people smile, I mean. I tend to get too... caught up in my own feelings. And my thoughts."

The wine was bitter in Charlie's mouth. He took another big gulp even though it burned on it's way down, sat in his stomach like it didn't belong. Maybe he was punishing himself, maybe he was drowning his sorrows, he didn't know. He looked at Pim, cheeks splotchy and red, but he didn't speak. Just sniffling and pawing at his nose, waiting to hear what the smaller critter would say next.

"But when you came Charlie.... You... Well, you make me... better? You make me smile. You help me focus and not get lost in my own head. I couldn't do it without you. I don't think I'd want to do it.... We balance each other out, I think." He turned his head away, attempting to hide his blush from the large yellow critter.

"I'm talking too much aren't I?" Warmth spread through his shoulder, Charlie was resting his heated forehead against him, pressing his face into Pim's chest. Wet sniffles increasing in urgency. Pim closed the gap, wrapping his tiny arms around Charlie's large frame, barely making it halfway around his back. His heart ached... While he was yapping it up at a party, his best friend was spiraling in the breakroom feet away. Quite unwell, as it seems. The large critter shook, judging by the constant wet sniffles, holding back tears.

"Oh don't cry Charlie, you're so special, I promise I-"

"hhHHY'ESHHHHAHH!!! *snnrrfff* Ndot cryi'g" He lifted his head to palm at his nose, smearing snot around and making a bigger mess. His eyes were wet, cheeks more even in their redness now than splotchy and feverish like before. If he didn't want to admit it, that was okay. Pim eyed the door.

"Let's ditch."

"....Ditch?" Charlie snuffled pitifully.

"Yeah, let's go to my place and play video games. Get Salty's or something."

Charlie looked at Pim once again, his face almost hopeful, pleading.

"You? Ditch the Christmbas party? That's ndot very Pimb of you..."

"I don't give a shit about the stupid party! I give a shit about you!!" He tried to control his volume but his voice still shot up from a whisper, the large critter was frozen, speechless. Pim never cursed. His foggy and fevered brain didn't really know what to do. But Pim... the kindhearted hero he was, threw Charlie's jacket over his shoulder & grabbed his hand, leading him away from the bottle, away from the breakroom, away from his pit of despair.

The large yellow critter tried to keep his footing, difficult with how short Pim was and how cluttered his brain felt. They passed the room the party was being held in, stopped by the Boss's booming voice.

"My Boys!!! Charlie, were you slacking off again? Get in here, Party's just getting spicy!!" He didn't have it in him to fight, wobbling towards the entrance, but Pim held him firmly. Was he really gonna... fuck man. This whole day was giving him whiplash... The plush cushions of Pim's couch called to him, maybe he'd just curl up on the floor right here. Use his coat as a blanket.

"No, I'm taking Charlie home Mr. Boss. We'll see you next year."

Mr. Boss crossed the room to argue with the two critters in the doorway.

"Wait wait wait... No? You guys can't leave, You're my best employees!! Well, Pim is, aha!" Allan and Glep barely even looked up, not surprised in the slightest or bothered. Charlie had seen Pim try to be menacing, try to be real serious and look angry, but the look in his eyes now was stone cold. He bared his teeth, talking through them almost like he was trying to hold himself back.

"Charlie came all the way here, for YOU. But he's under the weather. so I, am taking him home. Have a good night, Mr. Boss." The room went quiet, but they weren't forced to sit in the awkward silence as Pim was already dragging Charlie towards the exit. The larger critter still shocked into speechlessness. As soon as the front door to the giant smiley face building clicked behind them, Pim spun around, tucking Charlie's jacket around him. All the sharpness and anger gone from his face, replaced with only gentle kindness.

"Are you cold Charlie? Did you even bring a hat or- or a scarf with y-"

"Pimb... you're so awesombe mban." Pim gave him a quizzical look, Charlie almost laughed at how off-guard such a simple comment caught him. The large critter felt dizzy on his feet, a delirious smile plastered on his face.

"So ndice to mbe.... you're such a ndice guy. I seriously...hhhhHH! Guh... seriously like, love you dude." Ah shit, the wine was getting to him. That coupled with this fever.... oh well. At least he wasn't sad anymore, even if he was rambling silly thoughts. He couldn't mean that for real, obviously. Even if Pim wished it were.

"I l-love you too, Charlie. That's why I'm gonna take you to my place so you can feel better, okay?" He tugged Charlie along, fairly easy in the state he was in.

"So ndice.. s-so SSSCHHUUh!! Fuck. Ow."

"Bless you Charlie."

"Thaank yooouu! God, Findally. Sombe blessi'gs around here. It is Christmbas, afterall." He sniffled clumsily, unable to sniff up any of the mess dripping down his face.

Pim would deal with Mr. Boss later. Later when his yellow sidekick was back to his normal self and not seconds from collapse. There had to be some tissues or napkins in his car somewhere.