Thomas Sanders Oneshots

Coffee Withdrawal (Remile)(Remy x Emile Picani)(Angst)(Smut)(Fluff)

Welcome to the start of a new story!! I hope you guys get some good requests ready because I will take them!! Any ships are valid here (except remrom because we do not have incest here ever.) Other than that ship away! If there's anything I think can be triggering I will absolutely put a warning for it so you know and can skip the chapter if you want. Or if it's just a small part I'll mark where it starts and where it ends. So please have fun reading this book of one shots, where fun fact there can be multiple chapter to one if I don't want it to be like 50k words

This is just a random idea I had, yes i know their not sides which is why it's a Thomas Sanders in general book. I'll be saying Emile and Picani so sorry if I confused anyone but I'm referring to Dr.Emile Picani so that's why I say both. This is a really long and unfortunately sad story but I hope you enjoy it!!!!!

TW

*NON-CON

*RAPE

Patton's POV

I knocked on Picani's door and was surprised when he opened it. He hadn't been answering any of our calls or texts for the past week and a half. We were all getting worried about him, he never acted like this, never ignored us like this and there was no response from Remy either. So naturally the only thing for me to do was to go check on my kiddo and make sure he was okay. When he opened the door he looked extremely tired and really upset. "H-Hey Patt. Come i-in." He moved aside so I could get by. He closed the door behind us, and it was almost pitch black, he had none of the lights on. As he flicked on the switch I noticed how trashed his house looked.

There were mugs and plates all over the coffee table, empty pints of ice cream and takeout boxes all over the floor. This was so unlike him, he was such a neat person, it looked like I entered a stranger's house. When I looked closer, there were at least thirty empty beer bottles plus five empty wine bottles. That was the hint for me that something was wrong cause I don't think I've ever seen Emile drink so much as a single shot before, he hated the taste of alcohol. I looked around and realized none of the lights were on in the back of the house, and Picani's blanket and his pillow were on the couch. The couch was the only clean thing in his house so far, "Did you sleep in the living room?" I turned around to see him nodding, and that's when I got my first real look at him. His hair was messy and unkempt, his eyes were bloodshot with huge dark circles and bags under them, his glasses were crooked and half hanging off his face, his face was red, streaky, and tear stained signaling he had been crying, for quite a while it looked like. Emile was wearing pajamas that were terribly stained meaning they had been worn more than just today. Which was confusing because he always dressed to impress even if it was as simple as going to the gas station. If this is what the house looked like, what the hell did his room look like? I dropped the bag I had on the floor with a thud and ran to his room, and I struggled to open his door. When I finally did I saw his dream boards all ripped up and thousands of pictures littering the floor. His bookcase had been knocked over and pushed in front of the door. It looked like a complete shitshow.

I immediately knew something was wrong and ran back to him. I pulled him onto the couch and gently took his hands in mine, noticing gauze wrapped around his palms. I started freaking out, "Oh my god, you're hurt! What happened kiddo? This is so unlike you. We're all worried about you, especially me. We haven't heard from you in a week. Please talk to me, what happened?" He looked up at me and I saw only sadness and pain in his eyes. Whatever happened, it hurt him badly and it wasn't going to stop hurting him for quite a while. Picani spoke but very quietly and his voice was trembling, "R-Remy cheated on m-me." This was even more of a surprise to me than his messy appearance. "But he doesn't seem like the type to cheat. You guys were so happy together. Are you sure?" He nodded and bowed his head, so I wouldn't see him crying, but it was too late. Nothing could hide the tears slowly falling down his face.