Wow, I did not expect so many people would wanna write a story with me! Thanks! This is going to continue to be my priority, as well as lonely boy, and if anyone wants me to, I'll update the Remington X Poppy fanfic (let me know). Also obvs I've got school work to do, but we don't talk about that.
Trigger warning!
It takes a lot of courage for Remington to post a picture of himself onto Instagram, and he does it because he really believes that people hating on him has stopped. It was months ago. Surely they've stopped.
He takes a picture of himself, in Andy's red hoodie, and captions it with living in my husband's clothes because what else would I live in? @andyblack and posts it before he has a chance to change his mind. Straight away he is getting notifications about it, and so puts his phone on silent and shoves it back in his pocket.
He's home alone at the moment, since Andy went to the shop, and Remington refuses to go since the encounter with that woman who kept asking about his weight. Sitting in the living room, he can't help himself from looking at what people are commenting under his post.
Pretty boy!
This is so cute! My heart-
AWHHH
Remington we missed you and your adorable captions.
r u ok? U look kinda skinny
Remington in a hoodie is something I didn't know I needed
pls get help. it's obvious ur underweight.
I love you you're beautiful
Eat a sandwich!
Oh my god you're literally thinspo
Remington and Andy won't last. Andy's a dickhead. Rems gone from one abuser to another.The boy blinks back tears, but can't stop reading the comments. The more he looks, the more mean ones he sees. So many people telling him to eat something, to get help. Don't they know that's not how it works? And anyway, he is getting help, and mostly, he is eating. It hurts that people feel the need to attack Andy, as well. What has he done wrong? Andy has been nothing but perfect.
He keeps scrolling through the comments until the front door opens, and still can't pull himself away from the screen. "What're you up to?" Andy asks from the hall, untying his laces.
Remington finally switches his phone off. "Nothing," he lies, "did you get strawberries?" He looks over his shoulder at the man.
Andy knows Remington is hiding something, but doesn't push it. "Yep. Do you want them?"
"Yes, please," Remington says, and turns back around. "Thanks!"
The older unpacks the shopping in the kitchen and washes the strawberries, tipping them into a bowl and taking them into the living room, where Remington is looking at something on his phone. "Here you go, pretty." He puts them on the coffee table and ruffles his lover's hair, but Remington doesn't even look up.
"Thanks," the boy mumbles, "what the fuck?" He doesn't mean for that to be said out loud, and looks up nervously when he realises Andy heard it.
"What the fuck, what?"
Remington shrugs. "Nothing. It's nothing." He looks back at the phone screen and re-reads the comment that's making him hurt inside.
we get it. ur 'married' to andy Biersack. he doesn't even know who you are for fucks sake. ur acting like a crazy fan. and for God's sake, stop promoting eating disorders!! some people actually struggle from them and you're here acting like you have one when you obvs don't bcos men don't get eating disorders.
It's scary to Remington how people can create rumours out of nothing. Why would he ever promote having an eating disorder? And anyway, he never even said he had one.
Andy frowns. He pulls Remington's phone from his fingers before the younger can pull away. "My sweet, beautiful baby, stop this. Stop looking. You don't need clarification from someone who doesn't know you."
"Men can get eating disorders," is his response, and he accepts that he isn't getting his phone back. "I hate the internet."
"Me too. I'm changing your password. How was your talk with Abigail earlier?"
Remington picks up the bowl of strawberries. "It was good. We talked about what I told you that night. Sorry for waking you up and getting all weird." He bites into a strawberry.
Andy falls down next to Remington and pulls the boy's legs over his lap. "Don't be silly. You weren't 'all weird'. I'm glad you did wake me up. You know I always prefer that you tell me if something's making you upset."
"You're too nice to me," Remington whines, handing Andy a strawberry. "But why do people have to be so mean? Why would I lie about being married to you? That's ridiculous."
Andy chuckles and accepts the red fruit. "You should see what some people say about me, princess. Apparently I've adopted half the fucking fanbase."
"Did you change the password?"
"I did. Here. I guess you'll have to go back to spamming my stories."
"You thought I was gonna stop?" They both laugh, and Remington stands up to stretch. "Do you think I'll ever get better?" He asks, suddenly serious, waiting expectantly for an answer.
With a nod and a gentle smile, Andy replies with ease. "I know you will, because you're Remington, and Remington is strong."
"And you're Andy, and Andy is a fucking cringy ass bitch."
Andy holds a hand to his heart and acts wounded. "Hey! I was being nice!"
"So was I," Remington says, grinning, and picks up another strawberry. He turns and leaves the room, squealing when Andy grabs him from behind and kisses his neck, biting gently so that Remington giggles. "Gees, you're not a vampire."
Chuckling and moving his hands over the boy's torso, Andy talks into his ear, just because he wants to make him shiver. "How do you know?"
"Is this that moment in every vampire movie where you bite me and then we have crazy mad sex until next week?" He tips his head back onto Andy's shoulder and the man licks his skin. "Because if it is, sign me up."
Andy hums against his neck. "You never know. Maybe it is." He ghosts a hand over Remington's crotch before spinning the singer around and kissing him. "Maybe it's your lucky day."

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