Sander Sides Oneshots And Stuff (REQUESTS ARE OPEN)

Argument (YN x Virgil)

(One of my own. EVERETT IS IN THIS ONE YAY. But they act kinda annoying.

Now don't judge, I just felt like writing a YN pov one.

I was bored and lost inspo for my other books/stories, so... yeah.

Prompt: YN gets into a heated argument, so Virgil pickes them out of the room before anyone gets hurt.

Fluff

Tw: yelling, cussing.

In this one, YN is a figment of Thomas' imagination (old imaginary friend), bc it's in Thomas' mind/apartment.

Enjoy!)

"YN, that's stupid."

"EXCUSE ME?"

"Yeah, bitch, it's stupid."

"How is changing the energy system for the Memory Palace in Thomas' mind to neuron electricity a stupid idea?"

"Because all of Thomas' energy would go towards the Memory Palace, meaning that he wouldn't be able to focus on life."

"IT'S LITTERALY YOUR HOUSE. HOW ARE YOU FINE WITH DYING OUT?"

"YN, Thomas hasn't got dementia. He's not going to forget me, dummy. Although, he may forget you, so..."

"EXCUSE ME?"

"Yeah, I can't keep you in there forever, y'know."

"WHY NOT?"

"He's making more memories, idiot. We need you to move along."

"Can you not insult me after every sentence, asshole?"

"Careful, you kiss that mother with that mouth."

"Don't have one, ass sucker."

"Bitch."

"Shitface."

"Mofo."

"Turd."

"Arseface."

"That's a character in Preacher."

"Nerdy prick."

"Bastard. I can go on and on. Remus has been educating me." Everett flashed that stupid, silly smirk that they gave to tell people that they were superior.

Virgil was watching from the sofa, as all the Sides and YN were in the living room, originally discussing the best type of cinema snack. Somehow, the conversation had got to this, and noone was sure how.

Virgil could see YN heating up, and he knew how vicious they could be when they fought, and knew that Everett was having a bad time dealing with past memories and so was just being pissy to cope, so before the fight escalated, Virgil picked YN up and carried them to another room while the latter protested and squirmed in the former's arms.

"LEMME GO VIRGIL! I WANNA BEAT UP THAT PISSFACE SO BAD THEY WON'T KNOW WHAT HIT 'EM!" YN screamed down the hallway.

"YN, you're not yourself when you're angry." They were in Virgil's bedroom, so Virgil put them on his purple bedsheets.

YN sniffed the room tentatively, being welcomed by the scent of vanilla, coffee and white chocolate.

Mmm.

Virgil kissed his lover's head. "Sweetheart, you gotta calm down."

"Whyyyyyyy?" YN whined, still angry.

"Because Everett is dealing with alot right now and needs a break, so they're tired, which makes them pissy." It was true; and Memory had dark circles, eyebags and red eyes to show for it.

"What are they dealing with?"

"Cringey Vines Thomas made in the past, Remus' intrusive thoughts, every nightmare Thomas has ever had, past anxiety and paranoia, all the lies Thomas has ever been told, all the lies Everett THEMSELF have been told by the Sides, etc."

"That's... alot for one side."

"I know. And if they disappear or leave, Thomas won't be able to live properly. So cut them some slack, okay?"

" 'Kay." YN nodded vigorously.

"Thank you." Virgil kissed YN's cheek, which made YN giggle.

"Wanna apologize to Everett?"

"Not now."

"YN!"

"Later!"

"Fine." He scooped the small person up and put them on his back.

"HEY- where are we going?"

"To get more cheese puffs."

"COUNT ME IN!"

"AFTER apologizing to Everett."

"WHA-" YN spluttered, trying to get off.

"Please, for me?" Virgil turned his head to look at YN, doing the biggest sad-puppy-dog eyes he could muster.

"FIIINNNE."

(Bonjour, my patties! How was it? Did you enjoy?

Now, Everett isn't always that, uhm, bitchy, but they were stressed at the time.

Also, I won't cuss as much in following chapters, so dw. And I also never say like, any of the above swear words, so don't prejudge me :)

Take it easy, patties)