Sidemen Preferences and Imagines [ discontinued ]

You're on his side of the bed

Simon: He can't help but feel terrible, the red dress you were wearing now strewn across the floor, the little bits of your mascara and eyeliner streaked down your face. He couldn't help but look, even stare at just how bad he felt. He had made a promise, but as soon as he noticed how your body was almost flung carelessly across his side, his muscles relaxed, knowing that all may be forgiven the next morning.

Tobi: "Baby, I'm ho-" his voice went loud to soft in seconds, seeing you in a pair of sweats and one of his tank tops, a small smile appearing on his face. He was hours late, the horrible storm outside delaying his flight. He rested his bags on the wall, stripping his clothes as he did so. He didn't want to disturb you, so he slipped into your spot. It was cold and untouched, showing him that you had slept in his place more than once.

Josh: Even over camera, he noticed the different colored candle that he swore by. "Are you on my spot, baby?" He laughed quietly, shaking his head. You blushed lightly, burying your face in one of his pillows. "My pillows as well!" He laughed loudly, the sound booming through your laptop. "Alright, it's getting late. I have to get up early for a show. Make sure you keep that you keep my side warm," he winked, ending the call, and you closed your computer.

Harry: The iconic blue jumper was thrown over your body, his body shivering from the fact that you had took it from him last night in the cold. Maybe also because you took his side, leaving him with the coldest and emptiest spot. But, he couldn't be happier to finally be home after months.

JJ: He was lazy, having clothes thrown all over his side of the bed. He wanted to do a livestream bit didn't want to have to deal with moving them. So, he sat on your side. Whilst you just plopped down on his clothes that needed to be folded and put away, you laid your head on his shoulder, soon moving out of the viewers sights and falling asleep on his side, but not without him mumbling how much he loved you and how beautiful you are, for all to see and hear.

Vikk: You were so sick, your skin pale, hair thrown up, sweats and one of his sweaters on. Your body temperature was changing, and you looked like a wreck. But, of course, Vikk thought you were gorgeous. He didn't stop reminding you, even though he was on Twitch with Lachlan. As he didn't pay attention to you for a bit, the stream chat caught his attention as he was reading them. They seemed to noticed your body curled up on his side. He turned around, a soft smile covering his face. He removed his headphones, walking over to you, pressing a light kiss to your lips, the stream going wild, as well as Lachlan, as he died to a zombie. (Damn Lachlan, he always dies. I had to.)

Ethan: After the fight, he returned. No blanket around your small body, you had chills and goosebumps. He noted that, getting into a sweater, taking out the heaviest blanket he had, covering your shaking body with it. He felt so bad, terrible even, that he had left you alone. The words were now forgotten, and he noted the fact that your body was across his side of the bed, knowing that when he came back, all was forgiven, that nothing would matter from that point on. Everything was okay.

This was so bad, I apologize.