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Ok so, I’ve been writing an AU about JD and Veronica where they met before his mom died, and because he had Veronica growing up he didn’t get totally fucked up because he wasn’t completely alone and he actually had someone who loved him. I’ve been taking age prompts where I write short fics about them at that age, and I’m finally doing 17, but since it’s basically taking place during canon it’s gonna be really long, so I’m breaking it up into a few parts. This is part one! It’s basically a rewritten version of Beautiful. I hope you dig it folks :-)

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Behind The Scenes

Request Prompt: Can you please do an imagine where reader is Lydia in twd. Chandler and reader have kiss/sex scene and then Chandler choose reader over Brianna. Something smut in the end if you don’t mind Lots of love <3 -Anon

Pairing: Chandler Riggs x Reader

Warning: Smut

A/N: Sorry for the late update on this but now that I’m free I’ve started back writing. So here it is.

I stared at the script as a slight blush appeared on my cheeks. Lydia gets to sleep with Carl. I have to be naked with Chandler. I grabbed my water bottle and dashed my face with droplets of water as I took deep breaths. I mean I was close friends with Chandler since we’ve been through so many seasons together but this is icing on the cake. I heard my phone buzz and I looked to see a message from Chandler.

Chan😊- Did you read this script?

Y/N- Yeah I did. It’s insane. Straight outta the comics right?

Chan😊- Yeah. Gotta admit its kinda cool.

Y/N- Lol yeah. But I hope they don’t make me poke at your eye. That’s kinda gross.

Chan😊- Oh you love my bullet hole.

Y/N- Nah I don’t think so.

Chan😊- So mean Y/N. But hey want to meet up to talk about it. The script?

Y/N- Yeah sure. I’m not doing anything today.

Chan😊- Cool ill be there around 4 or 5. But I gotta go Briana is here. See ya later Lydia.

Y/N- Alright. Bye Carl.

I sighed as I looked around my room. Its a mess in here. As I cleaned I couldn’t help but think, what will Briana think of the script? She doesn’t seem to be fond of me. As a matter of fact she hates my guts. I chuckled to myself before I got a phone call from Chandler.

“Hey Chan. I’m cleaning up now the house was a mess.”, I said.

“Chandler won’t be coming over because he’s going to be with me for tonight.”, a familiar voice replied.

“Were just going over a script. What exactly do you think we’d do?”, I asked.

“I know your true intentions. You’re just trying to take him from me.”, Brianna sneered.

“Brianna!”, Chandler’s voice boomed in the background.

“Bye.”, she said sweetly hanging up the phone.

“Bitch.”, I mumbled continuing to clean my place.

After a while I popped some popcorn deciding to watch a movie. My phone rang as I got up to get a drink and I saw Chandler’s name appear. I sighed before answering the phone with a irritated voice.

“Yes?”, I asked.

“Hey I’m still coming over tonight. Brianna is spazzing out again.”, he told me.

“Look if it strains your relationship don’t bother.”, I said.

“What does that mean?”, he asked.

“I don’t think your girlfriend like the fact were hanging out.”, I told him and he sighed.

“I’m coming over right now.”, he stated before he hung up.

I attempted to call him back but he wouldn’t answer. I sighed before tossing my phone on the couch to snuggle in my blanket continuing my movie. After awhile I heard the doorbell ring. I shook my head knowing it was Chandler as I opened the door to confirm my hunch.

“Chan you shouldn’t be here.”, I told him.

“We have a script to go over remember.”, he stated in walking past me.

“Chandler.”, I whined.

“I’m not listening.”, he called back.

I sighed knowing I’m not going to get to him so I just went along with going over the script. I came to a sudden stop when I read the next few lines. Carl and Lydia have sex. Actually SEX. I didn’t get this far into the comics.

“Something wrong?”, he asked.

“Do they actually do this or is it just for ratings?”, I questioned.

“Yeah. Gosh do you not read the comics?”, He shook his head.

“Um we don’t have to continue. Why don’t we save that for another time.”, I said and Chandler chuckled.

“You’re not shy are you?”, he asked with a smirk.

“What?? No.”, I shook my head.

“Have you ever had sex before?”, he asked.

“No.”, I sighed defeated.

“Want me to show you?”, he asked crawling over to me.

“But what about Bri? You know how I feel about cheating.”, I stated backing away.

“Its not cheating if you’re single.”, he retorted advancing towards me.

I blushed as I continue to back up only to lose my balance and fall on my back. He crawled over me and brought his lips down on kiss me. He pulled away with a smirk and I gulped.

“I was supposed to say that.”, I stated and he kissed me again.

My hand ran up his shirt letting my nails scratch his back. He groaned before sitting up on his knees to take his shirt off. His lips crashed into mine again as my legs wrapped around his waist. I rubbed myself against him as I unbuttoned my shirt tossing it across the room. He pulled away to leave soft kisses on my neck while I undid my bra.

“Fuck Y/N.”, he groaned and I blushed.

We striped the rest of our clothing before he rolled the condom on and positioned himself on top of me. He pulled the blanket over his shoulders before sliding into me. I shut my eyes as I bit my lip. It hurt but it was tolerable. He brushed some hair out of my face smiling down at me.

“Are you okay?”, he asked and I nodded.

He pecked my lips before pulling put slowly and pushing back in until he got so rhythm. I moaned softly while my fingers ran through his hair.

“Oh god Chan.”, I moaned and he bit down softly into my exposed neck.

He picked up his pace and my breathing quickened. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stared down at me. I kept my eyes closed before he rubbed his thumb on my cheek as he went faster.

“Y/N.”, he moaned my name as I made hickeys on his neck.

I felt my a jolt run up my spine as he rubbed circles around my clit. I arched my back as I came on his length. After a few more strokes he came and fell next to me.

“I love you.”, he whispered wrapping an arms around me.

“Carl doesn’t say that.”, I giggled and he chuckled.

“Carl isn’t saying it. Chandler is.”, he smiled.

The Signs as Heathers Quotes
  • Aries: "Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Teresa?"
  • Taurus: "Hi, I'm sorry. Technically, I did not kill Heather Chandler, but hey who am I trying to kid, right? I just want my high school to be a nicer place. Amen. Did that sound bitchy?"
  • Gemini: "Are we going to prom or to hell?"
  • Cancer: "Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count."
  • Leo: "Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling."
  • Virgo: "How very."
  • Libra: "She's my best friend. God, I hate her."
  • Scorpio: "Veronica, you look like hell." "Yeah? I just got back."
  • Sagittarius: "I don't patronize bunny rabbits."
  • Capricorn: "Veronica, why are you pulling my dick?"
  • Aquarius: "Our love is God, let's go get a Slushie."
  • Pisces: "I like it. It's got that what-a-cruel-world-let's-toss-ourselves-in-the-abyss type ambience."
Chandler Riggs Imagine!

Before I begin, I just want to say thanks for liking and reblogging my story “Second Choice”! It really means a lot! I have a few imagines that I will be releasing before tonight’s episode of TWD Finale 😁😭 love you guys!


I was sitting with a group of friends at a local coffee shop. I normally don’t get nervous before I have to go on the little platform they call the stage. I’ve been playing here for a little over 3 years now, so it was basically my second home. But today was the day that I finally get to meet Chandler’s parents. It was about an hour before my gig started and Chandler showed up with his brother Grayson, and his parents. I waved and walked up to them.

“Hey Chan! Hey Grayson!” I smiled and hugged him then his brother.

“Y/N, this is my mom Gina and my dad William.” Chandler says as he puts his arm around my waist.

“Hi, nice to meet you guys! I’m Y/N” I extended my hand to his dad and then his mom.

“Hi” his dad replied. His mom just stood there and had a smile on her face. The smile wasn’t an ordinary smile either. It was probably one of the fake at smiles ever.

I could feel myself getting red and turned to Chandler who placed a kiss on my temple.

“Let’s go order some coffee! They have the best coffee in town. My treat!” Chandler added trying to cut some tension.

“Sweetie, we can all pay for our own.” His mom added looking at me with that creepy smile.

“Uhh yeah, your mom’s right Chandler.” I said shakily.

We walked over to the counter and looked at the different drinks they had.

“You guys can go first.” I said trying to be polite.

“We are still deciding, you can go ahead.” His dad told me. His voice was soft and he seemed nice, but he was still intimidating.

“Okay, uhh thanks.” I added quietly not making eye contact.

Normally I’m all bubbly and just always so happy. But now I was so uncomfortable; his parents were judging hardcore and it gave me anxiety. Chandler noticed and placed his arm around my waist again.

“You okay?” He whispered in my ear.

“Y-yeah. I’m okay.” I said getting out of his grip, not trying to make things more awkward.

I went up to the barista who happened to be one of the owners.

“Hey Y/N! How are you pretty lady?” She exclaimed as she saw me. It instantly put a smile on my face.

“Hey Martha, I’m good. How has your day been?”

“Girl, it was so good, now even better that I get to see you perform tonight! Yours?” She really knew how to make my day.

“That’s so sweet of you! It’s been pretty good. Chandler is here and so are his parents.” I replied looking down as I finished my sentence.

“Lemme guess, very judgmental? "She whispered

"How’d you know?”

“Girl, I can see the mom staring at you. Want me to say something?” I laughed.

“No, it’s okay. I can handle this.” I smiled.

“Hey Martha!” Chandler said as he walked up to the counter with his family behind him.

“Hey there my little tv star! How’s it going?”

“Great! This is my mom, dad, and little brother.” He introduced them.

“Alright, what can I get you guys?”

“We are paying separate.” his mother said sternly.

“I beg to differ. It’s on the house.” Martha told Chandler’s mom.

“You don’t have to-” his dad started to say as she was cut off by Martha.

“Anyone who comes with Y/N gets it on the house.” Martha said with a smile.

“And why is that?” His mom added.

“Well, you see my girl Y/N has been such a huge part of this place. She has helped us so much, she’s family to us.” Martha said as she looked at me. I simply smiled.

“So you work here?” His mom asked me.

“Mom, stop asking all these questions and order something.” Chandler told his mom trying to stop her from being rude.

“It’s okay Chan. No I don’t work here, but I do volunteer here a lot. And at a lot of other places. For example, I volunteer at the hospital, the animal shelter, and I help out at the Salvation Army.”

“Oh. I did not know that.” She was taken aback by all the things I do.

“And she also donates all her tips from performing here to different charities” Carl added trying to talk me up to his mom.
It was time for me to go perform now. Chandler kissed my cheek and I walked up to the stage.

“Hey guys, I’m Y/N for those of you who don’t know. But by the end of the night, you will get to know the real me.” I finished then started to play my guitar.

“Thank you guys so much and God bless you all. Have a good night!”

I walked off the stage and went up to Chandler who hugged me.

“That was probably one of the best performances yet!” He said kissing me.

“Thanks. I felt like it was too!” I said proudly.

“You wrote all of those songs?” His mom asked me.

“Yes I did, Mrs. Riggs” I said politely.

“Impressive!” His dad exclaimed.

“I loved it! Good job! "His brother added

"Thank you guys, that means a lot.” I smiled at them.

“Y/N, can I speak with you?” His mom asked me. It was the first time she said my name.

“Umm yeah.” I said and we walked towards the back.

“Listen I want to apologize for being so rude. I just thought that you were dating Chandler just for his fame and his money and I thought you’d get in the way of his job. I didn’t know that you were so down to earth.” She was smiling at me.

“Well thank you. And I just want you to know that I really care for your son. I would never do anything to hurt his career or use him for fame, or take his money.” I assured her. She simply smiled and pulled me into a hug.

“So will you accept my apology and we can start over?” She said as we pulled apart.

“Of course Mrs. Riggs.” I smiled at her.

“Oh please, call me Gina, sweetie.”

“Alright Gina. And I want to let you know, I really do care for Chandler. Even if he wasn’t famous. He’s a great person and I really love him.”

“Aww you love me!” Chandler said as he walked up to us.

“I’m glad you found an amazing girl like her, hon.” Gina said and walked away leaving us.

“So you got to meet my parents finally.”

“Yeah, it was” I paused “ something.” We laughed.

“Sorry about her in the beginning. I didn’t know she would come off so rude” he said pulling me into a hug.

“It’s okay babe, she was just looking out for you.” I said looking up into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I love you Y/N.” He said

“I love you too” I said back as we kissed.

***sorry it was kinda long and boring. It was one of my first Chandler imagines I wrote! Hope y'all liked it!


Title: Christmas marathon 

7 days of imagines

|day 1| |day 2| |day 3| |day 4| |day 5| |day 6| |day 7|

 Summary: you and Chandler start a new Christmas tradition 

 I sat on the couch flipping through channels when I got a sudden text message. 

Chandler: hey, can I come over? 

I wiped my nose with a tissue and grabbed my phone 

(Y/N): you really shouldn’t, I’m sick. 

Chandler: but it’s Christmas… 

I giggled and sent him a selfie of me looking like absolute shit while frowning. I put down my phone and continued flipping through more channels. After an hour into a old Christmas cartoon movie I heard the door bell ring. I was alone since my whole family went to a Christmas party leaving me at home alone. I groaned and got up to answer the door. And there stood my one and only best friend, Chandler Riggs 

“What are you doing here? I’m sick” I told him 

“I know, I’m here to make you feel better” he said heroically then walked straight into the house 

“No, I’m going to make you sick. And you have conventions to go to! I can’t make you sick!” I followed him to the living room where he set down his dvd’s he was holding.

“Okay what movie should we watch?” He asked showing me a selection of DVD’s

“None, go home. I’m going to make you sick!” I told him 

“I’m here to make you feel better! Now sit on the couch. I’m putting in Harry Potter, we are having a Harry Potter marathon” he strictly said and grabbed the first DVD into my console. 

I pouted and sat down. He then sat next to me and we started the first movie. Then the next and the next. Slowly we sat closer and closer to each other each time he plopped back onto the couch. We ended up with his head on my lap as I played with his hair. 

 "Thanks for coming over" I told him as my fingers ran through his hair “Anytime…anything for you” I smiled at him and kissed his forehead 

“Thank you” I told him 

It was midnight by the time we finished all the movies. 

“Looks like Christmas is over” I said and got up 

“Yeah, I guess I should go” he said and got up as well 

“Hey…thanks again. I appreciate you coming over” I told him 

“Yeah. We should do this again, next Christmas?” He said 

“A new tradition? You know until one of us gets in a relationship. Your future girlfriend probably wouldn’t appreciate you staying here till midnight on Christmas” I joked 

“I don’t think she will” he said 

“Why do you say that?” I asked 

“Because, the only girl I want is you” he said and pulled me close 

I blushed and looked down “I-I don’t know” I told him

And I don’t know if it was the moment, the sickness or the fact it was midnight and all decision making goes down the toilet. But I kissed my best friend.


The One where Chandler Pines for a Sick Joey

Title: The One where Chandler Pines for a Sick Joey

Ship: Jandler :)

Rating: PG

Words: 1987

Remote in hand, Chandler was just flicking off Seinfeld when a broad shadow covered the screen.

“Joey?” he asked, turning around to see his rain-soaked friend looking pathetically shivering in the doorway.“What happened to you?”

“They kept doing takes when it started raining,” Joey explained through chattering teeth as he trudged into the apartment and pulled his coat off. “Said it fit the mood.” Chandler shrugged, turning his attention back to the blank TV screen.

“Sucks, man,” he said nonchalantly, pretending not to notice Joey’s soaked-through shirt clinging to his pecks and the cute little tummy he knew he was secretly self-conscious of.

“Yeah. I’m gonna go shower,” Joey announced wearily as he headed off to the bathroom.

Chandler totally wasn’t upset at all that he didn’t get to see him take his shirt off.

The next morning passed pretty normally for Chandler, apart from the fact that Joey was sleeping for most of it. He was just about to turn the TV on when a loud sneeze cut through the silence, and he may have spit out some coffee. Joey stood outside the doorway to his room with his hands cupped around his nose.

“Well, good morning to you, too,” Chandler said with a chuckle, pretending to read his watch, “or should I say good afternoon?”

“Ha-ha,” Joey said in a hoarse voice and sat down next to his roommate. “I guess I must have went bed too late last night.”

Chandler remembered hearing Joey snoring very clearly at just eleven. Come to think of it, Joey never snored. His thought process was interrupted when he noticed Joey doing that cute cat-stretch thing he always did when he woke up.

“So,” he started, trying to focus on anything else, “you going to Phoebe’s friend’s poetry slam?”

“Oh, that’s tonight,” Joey said with a slight scowl. “What was her name again? Something weird like-”

“Euphrasia,” Chandler told him. “I actually think it’s a really pretty name,” Chandler commented, at which Joey shrugged. Then he sneezed again. Twice. “Bless you.”

“Thanks,“ Joey said with a small sniffle, and Chandler couldn’t help but notice his voice was a little stuffed up. “Well, I really don’t feel like going to some chick I don’t know’s poetry slam.”

“Really? I thought you loved poetry slams,” Chandler remarked sarcastically. Joey playfully elbowed him. “But really, everyone’s gonna be there. Why not?”

“I’m still kinda tired,” Joey said with a shrug.  “Sorry, man.”

“Eh, it’s no big deal,” Chandler assured him. He chuckled. “No one’s really gonna  miss you anyway.”

“Gee, thanks,” Joey said with another sniffle.

‘Observant’ wasn’t exactly a word Chandler would choose to describe himself, but he knew when Joey was coming down with something, even if Joey didn’t.

Chandler wasn’t surprised when he came home to find Joey curled up on the couch with the TV still on. And snoring. Again. He chuckled and shook his head as he turned off the TV and wrapped the throw blanket off the back of the couch around his roommate’s sleeping form. He may or may not have kissed his forehead, too.

The next morning Chandler was surprised to find Joey awake before him- though he wasn’t surprised to find him sitting up on the couch with the waste basket between his legs, hacking into it.

“Oh, morning, Joe,” he greeted with a knowing grin. “My, may I say you are looking great today?” Joey looked up at him with an expression of defeat.

“I have a cold,” he stated flatly.

“Really, how can you tell?” Chandler asked in feigned surprise, then shrugged. “Oh well, it’s not like you have to get anywhere today.”

“I have two auditions today,” Joey said with a groan.

“I have to get there a-” he broke off with a harsh, wet sneeze. “At one,” he finished, sniffling thickly. Chandler rolled his eyes and chucked a box of tissues at his friend, which hit him on the head.

“You’re seriously going to an audition like that,” he said, incredulously. Joey gave his nose a thick blow and shook his head.

“No, two. I just told you.”

Chandler stepped into Central Perk at noon, after a morning of running errands. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to find Joey already there with the rest of the gang, looking not much better. He sat down on the couch next to Phoebe and Ross. Next to them, Rachel reluctantly poured Joey another cup of coffee.

“Go home, Joey,” she pleaded. “Look, you’re scaring off the customers,” she said just as a disgusted old couple left the shop.

“I am not. They were leaving anyway,” he insisted, finishing with a rattling cough that earned a chorus of ‘ew’s’ from three very talkative high school girls with lattes.

“They remind me of Monica,” Phoebe said fondly. “But seriously, Joey, you should really go home.”

“I can’t,” Joey said waspishly. “I told you guys, I have an audition in an hour.”

“Well unless you’re auditioning for a NyQuil commercial, I think you should let this one go,” Ross said, briefly looking at Chandler with a look that asked how he could let his roommate out  of the apartment like this. Chandler shrugged. After all, he wasn’t his parent or anything. Joey was a big boy and could make his own decisions. It was his own fault if he overbooked himself, Chandler thought. But then why did he feel so guilty?

Ugh, fuck feelings.

Of course, Chandler felt even guiltier after he left Central Perk and went back out to finish his errands. All he could think about was Joey fumbling his way through an audition- which most likely wasn’t going to be successful, anyway, as he was pretty sure casting directors didn’t prefer leading men with snot dripping down their faces. Ugh, the poor fool. It didn’t help his mind that he knew Joey couldn’t afford the standard “cold supplies” most people took comfort in, and would have to suffer without them. Would it really hurt him to pick his poor, sick friend up some NyQuil? No, it wouldn’t. It looked like another trip to the drugstore was in order for Chandler.

It was already seven when Joey arrived at the apartment, shivering, with his hand pressed firmly to his nose. Chandler didn’t even have the time to greet him before he had run into the bathroom. He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at his friend’s misfortune.

“You’re dripping, aren’t you?”

Joey coughed loudly in response, barely managing a strained ‘yes’ somewhere in the middle of the fit. Of course, now Chandler felt guilty again for laughing at him.

“Whoa, man, you really don’t sound good,” he commented as Joey left the bathroom, leaning heavily on the wall and taking heavy breaths until he made it to the couch. “Monica made you some of her special soup, do you want me to heat some up for you?”

“Did she remember the hotdog, like Mom’s?” he asked with a sniffle.

“Yes, she remembered the hotdog,” Chandler said with an eye-roll as he started heating the soup up. “Although I’m really not sure why you want the hot dog in it.”

Somehow, after eating the soup, Joey’s cough had gotten even worse. Chandler didn’t wanna say anything, but he was pretty sure it was that stupid hotdog.

“Hey, Joe, I picked up some NyQuil. I think you should really take some,” he told his friend. Joey looked up at him wearily.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he insisted, running a hand lazily under his flowing nose. “Us Tribbianis are tough,” he said, barely finishing the phrase before he broke off with a messy, pitiful sneeze. Chandler could barely understand him past the snot and didn’t even pick up on the grammar mistake.

“We have tissues, y’know,” he reminded Joey, waving the tissue box in his face and dropping it on his lap. Joey rolled his eyes, before giving his nose a thick, heavy blow. Chandler cringed at the sound and watched Joey blink in confusion, seeming to be dizzy from the force of blowing his nose. The poor guy had probably spiked a fever by now. “Will you let me feel your forehead?” Joey looked up at him over the tissue held to his nose and nodded tiredly. Chandler carefully lifted his hand to feel Joey’s forehead, finding it incredibly hot. He quickly retrieved the NyQuil from the counter. “Take the NyQuil, Joey. You need it.”

“Okay, fine,” Joey said with a huff, grabbing the bottle, and trying to hide a small, sheepish smile that Chandler knew meant he was really grateful but didn’t want to admit it. Joey cringed after taking a capful and Chandler had to keep from smiling like an idiot at the adorable face he made.

“I forgot how nasty that stuff was,” he said with a sniffle. “Thanks. man.”

“Hey,” Chandler said with a shrug, “it’s just what friends do.” Of course, it was so much more than that, but Joey didn’t have to know that part of the story.

Chandler went to bed at just around eleven, since he had work the next day. Joey had went to bed even earlier, being sick and all, but had taken about an hour to fall asleep- most likely due to his incessant coughing and snot-dripping nose. Thankfully, he must have fallen asleep by then, since the noise had stopped, leaving comfortable silence in its place. Chandler was just drifting off to sleep when a loud groan cut through that silence, followed by a massive sneeze. Oh, well.

“Chandler!” Joey called out hoarsely, practically whining. A twinge of affection hit Chandler’s entire body. Why was that so adorable? “Chandler!” he called again, his voice cracking on the ‘a’ in a way that somehow managed to be cute.

“What, Joey? I’m trying to sleep!” Chandler called back, feigning annoyance.

“I’m cold,” Joey whined. Oh god, why was he doing this to him? “Come cuddle me?” Chandler knew it was just the fever talking. Joey was just cold and looking for warmth, and there was no way Chandler was going to ‘cuddle’ him if he knew he didn’t genuinely want to do it. Also, he had to get a good night’s sleep for work on monday.

“Joey, no,” he responded. “Just go to sleep.”

“No, Chandler,” Joey called back, his voice making everything he said super adorable. “Please cuddle me. I feel icky.” Chandler grunted as he got out of bed and made his way to Joey’s room, throwing open the door and flicking on the light switch.

“Joey, you’re sick. Just go to sleep and-” Chandler stopped short when he noticed the adorable pout on Joey’s face.

“Chandler, I’m really cold. You have to keep me warm,” Joey insisted, sniffling as he lifted the blanket for Chandler to lie down next to him. It was pathetically adorable, and Chandler could tell when he looked up at him that Joey genuinely wanted to cuddle him.

“Joey, it’s late,” Chandler said with a sigh. “I need to get sleep for work tomorrow.”

“Chandler,” Joey whined again, shaking the blanket slightly as if to remind Chandler there was a space there for him. “Please?” he begged- that was just too much. Chandler couldn’t resist anymore.

“Okay, fine- but it’s not gonna be all night, okay? Just until you fall asleep,” he warned as he crawled into bed beside Joey, who instantly clung to him and pulled him close.

“M’kay,” Joey mumbled into Chandler’s neck. “Mmm thank you.” Joey’s fevered body was exceptionally hot, yet somehow Chandler found it comforting.

“Hey, just go to sleep. Okay?” Chandler asked, Joey nodded and sniffled.

“G’night, Chandler,” he said with a small yawn, a burst of hot air against Chandler’s neck. Chandler flicked the light switch off, closing his eyes and settling into Joey’s grasp.

“Night, Joey.”