Sanders Sides Preferences/Imagines

He comforts you

A/N: requested by PeacefulLavender
I'm so sorry this took me so long, again. Writers block is a BITCH! This chapter is very long tho. I didn't include Remy or Picani in this one because I ran out of ideas and wanted to get it published. I can add them in a separate chapter if anyone wants that, just lmk in the comment.
Warning: there may be some heavier subjects in this chapter so I'm going to add the reason reader is upset by the sides name. If this is an upsetting topic for you please skip or proceed with caution.

Roman: ⚠️body insecurity ⚠️
You had woken early in the morning from a nightmare. You couldn't remember it all, but you remembered people taunting you for how you look. You looked at the clock and saw it was 5 in the morning. You looked down at Roman's sleeping form a placed a kiss on his forehead. Deciding that your not going to get any more sleep you carefully got out of bed and started to get ready for the day. You took a shower and when you got out you couldn't help but stare at yourself in the full length mirror. Thoughts flooding into your head criticizing every inch of your body. You get broken out of you trance when you notice yourself crying. You quickly wipe away the tears and wrap a towel around your body. You slip back into your room and go into you walk in closet. You put on underwear before grabbing a baggy hoodie and putting it on. You then find a pair of sweat pants and pull them on. Once dressed you flip you hood up and walk out. You glance at Roman, seeing him still asleep and you make your way out of the room. You caught a gimped of yourself in the mirror on the wall though. You saw your cheeks were red and puffy from the crying in the bathroom. You try to hold back a sob as tears break loose and stream down your face. It manages to escape and comes out choked, making you cough a little bit. You hear Roman stir in bed as you cover your mouth, trying to stay quiet. He sits up in bed and looks at you, his eyes now wide. He quickly stands up and walks over to you. He wraps and arm around your shoulders and guides you back to the bed, sitting you down before sitting next to you. You lean into him and just let the tears out. He lets your cry, he rubs the small of your back as he whispers reassuring words. Once you calm down he puts his hand on the your cheek, caressing you as he moves your face so your looking at him. He kissed you really quick before giving you a worried look.
"What's wrong princess?" He asks softly. You sniffle before you pour everything out. From the nightmare to the shower, to trying to leave the room. He just sits there and listens as you talk. Once you finish he smiles lovingly at you.
"You are beautiful. I know you don't agree sometimes, but if you can't see that, I'm here to remind you. You could be wearing a literal trash bag and I'd still be here swooning over you. I love you princess" he says, never breaking eye contact. You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face as you kissed him. When you pulled away you let out a blissful sigh and leaned your forehead against his.
"I love you too, my prince."

Virgil: ⚠️panic attack⚠️
You don't know when things started to wear you down, but you were barely able to function at this point. Every little thing seemed to stress you out and make things worse as you sat at your dining room table, work scattered everywhere. Your hair was a mess from running your hands through it and pulling at it. Your 4th coffee cup for the day was sitting in front of you, almost empty. Your eyes were brimming with tears as you tried to keep moving forward. Your breathing got heavier by the second. You couldn't hold on for much longer. You finished off your coffee cup and looked at the time on your computer. 3 pm. You hadn't eaten all day, and you've only gotten up to use the bathroom. But you had so much work to get done. You quickly got back to typing, trying to focus and not let your vision get blurred by the tears. All of your efforts were thrown out the window when you heard a knock on the door. You flinched and let out a yelp at the sound. The tears all came loose as your attention got pulled from your work. You felt your chest grow heavier as you lost control of your breathing. You couldn't hear much. The sobs and heavy breathing was drowning everything else out. Your vision got blurry, but you saw a figure run towards you. You felt a hand on your back, rubbing soft circles. You felt another hand go to your head and stroke your hair as you got pulled back into something. You tried focusing on the sensation, which slowly brought you back to your senses. You heard a familiar, soothing voice whispering to you, trying to help you calm down. The voice tried to help instruct you through a breathing exercise, and you tried your best to follow. After what felt like hours, you finally calmed down. You looked up to come face to face with a Virgil. He had a comforting, but worry filled expression as he smiled down at you. You couldn't help but smile back as you hugged him. You mumbled a soft "Thank you" as you buried your face in his chest. He kissed you on the forehead.
"Of course. Do you want to talk about it?" He asked softly.
"It's just work." You replied, feeling a bit insecure about having a breakdown over that. This didn't go unnoticed by Virgil, though. He put his hand on your cheek and made you look at him as he wiped some stray tears away with his thumb.
"It's okay to feel stressed and overwhelmed over work, babe. And it's okay to have a panic attack because of it. There is nothing wrong with that." He said. His tone was comforting and sincere. You smiled and nodded, not really knowing what to say. He smiled back and kissed you, washing all of your problems away, even if only for a brief moment.