Trigger warning also smut at the end :)

Palaye Confessions: Confession number 398- Remington said in his last post that he's replying to dms of people who need someone to talk to and I dmed him two days ago and he hasn't even seen it, so wtf?!

User 1: He will get so many dms!!! Give him time and remember that he's dealing with his own stuff, too. He's said more than once that Andy's not doing so well and that he's coming out of a very depressive state so you can't expect him to be suddenly replying to everyone. If you need to talk to someone, I'm here for you.

User 2: for the love of god give him a break, would you? He's been in a mental hospital again, dealt with nearly adopting someone and pulling out last minute, his husband is going through something, and he's also ALWAYS dealing with his eating disorder and PTSD so please, for the love of god, lay off him. He's one fucking person! He's not a therapist! He's not even your friend!! You're his fan and he's trying to be there for you. Don't fucking hassle him! HES! ONE! PERSON!

User 3: Seen so many people posting screenshots of Rem replying to them and honestly, if you only message him so you can boast about him replying, then fuck off. As @user2 says, he is dealing with SO MUCH and no one has any right to expect him to reply to them. For once, can you think about him?! I feel like no one should even need reminding at this point, but he was abused, raped, has anorexia, PTSD, anxiety, depression, has been in and out of hospital for the past few years, cancelled whole tours because of his mental state, not been able to hug fans because of his mental state, dealt with people telling him to kill himself because of the cancelled shows, deleted social media because of being told to kill himself, attempted suicide more than once, and the list goes on. Through it all, he has tried to be here for us all, even when he was falling apart, and still people think it's okay to call him out for not replying to one dm out of thousands. He's one person. There are thousands of us. Please remember that.

Remington Leith: Screenshots of a confession I came across. Waking up to this ruined my day. I'm sorry I can't get back to you all straight away. I'm trying. And I don't appreciate whoever it is who's spamming me with 'daddy'. Please stop. Taking the day off social media. Whoever posted this confession, take it down. It's upsetting and unhelpful. And thankyou to everyone who is explaining in the comments. I love you.

Andy Black: My poor baby @remingtonleith has spent this morning crying because of a few confessions. It breaks my heart. He puts his soul into his band and is still accused of doing something wrong, no matter what he does. There is a reason he isn't very active anymore. It doesn't take a genious to figure it out. Remington, i love you. My red hoodie is on the back of the chair x

Andy's post makes the boy smile. He wipes his eyes and finally, after refusing to get out of bed, stands up, pulls on the red hoodie and some random tracksuit bottoms, and basically crawls downstairs and straight into Andy's lap. "I fuckin' hate Instagram," he mumbles, "I just wanted to share some fucking fan art and they tag me in those fucking confessions like I wanna see that."

Andy rubs Remington's back. "Idiots will be idiots."

"I hate everyone."

"I know, baby boy. You got out of bed, though!"

Remington whines. "Yeah, 'cause you're down here 'nd I needed a hug." He pushes his face into the man's shoulder. "I was in a good mood when I woke up. Now I wanna go back to sleep forever."

"Oh sweetheart, it's okay. You know it's because they love you. You're shaking."

The boy yawns. "'s cold," he whispers, "'m sleepy again."

"How are you sleepy? You've been dozing off for the past three hours."

"'Cause I took some of those pills Abi gave me for when I'm feeling very not good. They make me sleepy. Sleepy's better than self-harmy."

Andy hums quietly, stroking Remington's hair. "Are you feeling self-harmy, princess?"

"Dunno," he murmers, yawning.

"Alright, come on. Come for a walk with me. Fresh air will do you some good."

Remington groans dramatically. "So will cutting but you won't let me do that, so..."

The man frowns. "You know that won't help, baby."

"It might."

"It won't," Andy whispers, "hey, don't cry, sweetheart, it's okay. Maybe you're getting sick. You said you're cold and it's almost too hot in here."

Remington whimpers.

"Let me run you a bath, okay?" He strokes Remington's hair. "Or come for a walk."

"How 'bout neither?"

Andy shakes his head. "Not an option, sweetie. Walk or bath?"

"Fuck you," the boy mumbles, "don't wanna take off the hoodie, so...walk?"

"'Course. But first, you gotta eat something."

Remington whines loudly. "Fuck you," he complains, "I don't think 'm sick, 'm just not wearing a shirt." He lifts his head up and pouts. "I think the meds are finally kicking in, though."

"Good. We don't want you feeling bad, now, do we?"

Shaking his head and smiling at Andy's concerned face, Remington pokes the man's cheek. "Nope." He stands up and stretches, yawns, and opens the fridge. "Ugh! I finished the orange juice!"

"What a disaster."

"Shut the fuck up."

Andy chuckles. "Someone's a bossy bitch today."

"Yeah, you." The singer spins around and throws a tea towel at Andy. "How about we go for a walk and get food in a cafe or something?"

Catching the towel and rolling his eyes playfully, Andy pulls his lover towards him and kisses his head. "Sure, that's a good idea. As long as you're okay with eating in a cafe."

"Eh, it'll probably be fine. Is that all I get? A forehead kiss?"

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't aware you need kissing every ten minutes to stay alive."

Remington hits his arm. "Oh, sorry, I just love you a lot."

"Mhm, I know. I love you a lot, too." He grabs Remington's face and kisses him hard. "Happy now?"

"No, do it again. Please."

"Those pills make you very needy, huh?"

"Maybe that's just the affect you have on me, babe." The brown-eyed, skinny boy grins and pokes Andy's cheek again. "You know, it's funny how those pills work. It's like-pretending I'm happy when I'm not, or something. I don't know. Weird. Are you gonna kiss me again?"

Andy, taking Remington's hand, shrugs. "Dunno, babe, why don't you kiss me?"

With a soft smile and a hand on Andy's lower back, Remington leans in, hovering his mouth just centimeteres from Andy's. "Don't call me that," he whispers, closing the gap and pressing his body into the man.

Andy pushes Remington up into him gently, so the younger's crotch is pressed agianst him. "Sorry," he whispers back, "what would you like me to call you?"

The singer moans quietly. "Well...not angel, 'cause I'm a devil, so..." He moves his hand up Andy's back and into his hair.

"Nonsense," Andy responds, kissing his lover, "you're definitely an angel."

Pulling softly on Andy's hair, Remington whines. "No I'm not," he argues, "mm, you've got nice lips."

Andy laughs. "Same to you. And yes, you are definitely an angel."

"But..."

"Deal with it, sunshine."

Remington pushes his crotch into Andy. "Not gonna happen, sunshine."

When his husband groans Andy kisses him. "You get turned on real fast, don't you?"

"'s not my fault you're literally the most attractive person in the world. I'm not stopping you from touching me, you know."

Andy hums, humoured. "Is that so?"

After another quiet moan, Remington bites Andy's bottom lip. "Mhm."

"I see."

Remington, back against the kitchen counter, whimpers. "Please?"

Slowly, Andy drags his hand down Remington's torso. "Return the favour and you've got yourself a deal."

"Return the favour? How romantic."

"I know, right?"

Remington breathes in sharply when Andy grabs him through his pants. "Okay, fine, deal," he utters, yelping when he's lifted onto the counter. "Or you could just...fuck me?"

The man chuckles, kisses Remington's neck. "I like that idea."

"Good. Do it."

Andy does.