We got no trigger warning today, you are so welcome.

Black Veil Brides: We say a fond farewell to our beloved frontman @AndyBiersack as he parts ways to focus on his solo career. Andy was the founder of the band and the only original member with us, and we're sure you'll all agree that it's a sad time to see him go, and we wish him (and his family) the best of luck.

Andy Biersack: Bittersweet. It's been my absolute pleasure to lead @blackveilbrides since I was a teenager. It must have been ten years by now. But times are changing, I've got a family to take care of now (I'm talking 'bout you, @remingtonbiersack and @remingtonsharley) and a few secrets to share with you about my solo project. Thank you all so much for the constant support and I sincerely hope the new front man is welcomed warmly and with love and that they enjoy it just as much as I have.

User 1: I think it's the end of the world. You're my favourite member of bvb!!! Also who is @remingtonsharley????
Andy Biersack: @user1 Have an open mind!! And @remingtonsharley is an account Remington made for his cuddly toy, Harley.
Kittycatrem: @andybiersack whatcha think of my new username????
Andy Biersack: @kittycatrem I love it! And I love you!

It's exciting for Remington when he's told he can go out for the day, as long as he's with someone. Andy, of course, jumps at the chance to take his husband for a day trip. He's told not to go more than 45 miles away, and shown how to use the feeding tube so Remington is still fed outside of the hospital.

Remington is just glad to see the outside world. "Where are we going?" He asks, tucking tube behind his ear and opening the car door.

Andy smiles. "What d'you think of the beach?"

"I think...it sounds perfect." He plugs himself in and leans back in the seat with a happy sigh.

The man starts the car. "They said you gotta be back by seven, right?"

"I thought he said eight," Remington shrugs.

"Well, aren't we doing fantasic," Andy jokes, "we'll aim for seven anyway." He pulls out of the carpark and Remington connects his phone to the radio to play music.

"Hey, Andy?"

"Hmm?"

Remington scrolls through spotify. "Can we just-like-not talk about anything serious for the whole day? Like...no eating disorder and self harm and whatever. Please?"

Andy smiles. "We can definitely do that. How many followers does Harley have?"

The boy shuffles a Demi Lovato playlist and opens instagram to check. "Oh wow," he mumbles, "who knew so many people wanted to follow a cuddly toy?"

"Over a thousand?"

"Twenty four thousand, eight hundred and sixty three."

Andy raises an impressed eyebrow. "Holy shit, that's-wow."

Remington giggles.

"You lauging at me?"

"You can bet your pretty little ass, I am. Smile!" The man rolls his eyes and Remington takes a photo for his story, posting it with the words 'day trip with God, no big deal.'

"There are more photos of me on your story that there are on mine," Andy says, "oh no, I think it's gonna rain."

"Oh no."

"I've got a back up plan, don't you worry your little ass off."

As predicted, the weather takes a turn and rain begins hammering onto the car. Remington rolls down the window, laughing when Andy mumbles about how childish he is. "Not my fault," he responds, "you didn't have to marry me."

Andy waves a hand in front of his face, trying to shield himself from the rain blowing in. "No, I did. It was physically impossible for me not to. Will you close the damn window?"

"Tell me the magic words first."

Ignoring the fact that he has a button to close the window on his door, Andy says, "what magic words? You're a bitch?"

"No."

"You're a bitch?"

"Andy," Remington whines, "you're the bitch."

"I love you?"

"No."

"Oh."

Remington giggles.

"You're the most adorable person in the whole world?"

"No."

Andy turns off the main road. "I give up."

"No."

"You're a bitch?"

The younger huffs and folds his arms.

"Aren't you freezing?" Andy asks.

"Yes, but that's not the point."

Andy laughs.

"Where are we going anyway?"

"Close the window and I'll tell you."

"Fuck you, bitch." Remington presses the button and winds the window up. "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"I swear, you're not getting out of this car alive!" He opens the window again. "Take that, mate."

Andy presses the button to close the window. "Got ya there, didn't I?"

Remington pouts. "Go fuck yourself," he mumbles, "but can I have your hoodie, though? I'm cold."

"Unbelievable," Andy says under his breath, and then, "yes, you can have it when I'm not driving."

"Yay, love you!"

"Mm, you're cute. You like painting, right?"

Remington nods. "Yeah, why?"

"We're going to a pottery painting place, that cool with you?"

"That sounds so fun!"

Andy makes an inaudible noise.

"What?"

"You're so fucking cute, I could cum right now."

"Ew."

The older laughs. "Kidding, but you are cute. Don't I make you cum on the spot sometimes, too?"

Remington scrunches his face up. "This is a disturbing conversation."

"You gotta answer."

"Answer what? If you ever make me cum on the spot?"

Andy hums.

"Well..." he looks out of the windown, blushing, "I had a dream about you the other night."

The man raises an eyebrow. "Innocent Remington has wet dreams?"

Remington slaps Andy's shoulder. "I woke up hard," he admits, whining when Andy laughs. "It was so awkward. I had to get myself off in the bathroom."

Andy stiffles another laugh.

"I bet you've had wet dreams, too."

"Oh, totally. Somd of them are even about you," he jokes.

"A couple weeks ago, at home, you were playing with my hair and I came in my pants."

"Did you really?"

Remington nods. "Honestly surprised I managed to stay quiet."

Pulling into a capark, Andy looks for a space.

"You probably would have noticed if you were looking at me."

Andy pulls the key from the ignition. "Well, here we are." He pats Remington's leg. "So no cumming, 'kay?"

Remington slaps his hand away. "You're a bitch."

"I know." Andy opens the car door. "We better run, it's tipping it down," he says, and gets out the vehicle.

The younger gets out, too, grabbing Andy's hand, and the two run into the building. It's a large, modern building, with a cafe and a pottery painting area, a giftshop, and a small cinema screen for local movies.

"This place is so cute," Remington gushes, as they're chossing something to paint. "How'd you know it was here?"

Andy smiles. "When you're married to Remington, you learn certain things." He picks up a porcelain cat. "I'm having this one."

"Oh, look," Remington exclaims, "this one is calling me." He shows Andy the panda.

"These are gonna be the cutest damn things ever."

Following Andy to a table, the younger pulls a chair out hapilly. "This is a good day," he beams, pulling a plastic pallette towards him. "I needed this day so bad."

Andy smiles. "This is a good day," he agrees, picking up a paintbrush from the pot. "I think I should do it pastel pink, what do you think?"

"Pastel pink and grey, do it." He takes a brush, too, and squeezes a blob of red paint into the pallette. "I'm gonna do purple and pastel blue."

For a while, the two paint their animals quietly, sharing paint and brushes and a few kisses. Andy paints a little pink heart onto Remington's hand.

Kittycatrem: Finally got a whole day with @AndyBiersack. We painted cute ass animals, mine is the panda, Andy did the cat. Best day I've had in a while, so so grateful for Andy and everything he does for me every day. Also go follow @Remingtonsharley, guarentee its the cutest page on instagram (after this one, obviously :D)