Trigger warning

(Insert photoshopped picture of Remington, feel free to imagine what you think fits)
Remingtonhungry_whore: I literally love @leithexposed for editing this photo it's so fucking funny!

Leith Exposed: @Remingtonhungry_whore @RemingtonLBiersack look we fixed you
- Remingtonhungry_whore: @Leithexposed @RemingtonLBiersack @AndyBlack Andy you're married to an A grade slut, how's it feel?

Remington looks at the phone screen in tears. Everytime he thinks things couldn't possibly get any worse, he finds something like this and his mood falls so far that he's beginning to think that there's no bottom. "A grade slut," he whispers, "just an A grade fucking slut. Great." He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, looking at the man who's asleep beside him before scrolling to the next post.

Remingtonhungry_whore: I don't think it's a conincidence that Remington hasn't been active on social media since Emerson exposed him. He's totally guilty and everyone knows it. I bet Andy's leaving him as we speak.

Palayesmiles101: @remingtonhungry_whore I'm so confused what the hell is going on????
- Remingtonhungry_whore: @palayesmiles101 Remington cheated on Andy with some random girl and Emerson exposed him.
-- Palayesmiles101: @remingtonhungry_whore oh my god really??!!
- - -Remingtonhungry_whore: @palayesmiles101 it's true!!! He's such a cheating whore lmao

It hurts that people are so ready to believe the lies, that no one seems to be thinking about how damamging this is to Remington's already damaged mental state. That everyone is so desperate for drama to feed off that they'd willingly and openly bully someone who has shown them time and time again that he would never do anything to hurt anyone, no matter Andy. It all just hurts.

The boy wipes his eyes again. He picks up the glass of water by the bed and, in his tired state, spills most of it down himself. Remington angrily kicks the covers off his thin body and whines in annoyance when the empty glass falls to the carpeted floor. He leans down to pick it up and hits his head on the bedside table, whimpering, putting the glass on the table, and digging the heels of his hands into his tired eyes.

"Remington, sweetheart?" Says the soft, sleepy voice of Andy, and the boy looks at him. "Can't sleep?"

"I'm an A grade slut," Remington tells the man flatly.

Andy encourages the boy into his arms. "Have you been reading more Instagram posts? You know you can't keep doing that to yourself. I'll take your phone if I have to. You're not a slut, kitten. You need to stop looking. It's doing you no good."

"Cheating whore," the boy mumbles.

"Alright, shh. How long've you been awake?" He reaches for the covers, pulling it over Remington.

"Since half one. I kept trying to go back to sleep but I-but I just couldn't."

Andy kisses his husband's head. "Lemme get you some sleeping pills, okay?"

"Jus' bring me the whole bottle and let me go to sleep forever."

"I don't think so, princess. I'll be right back. I love you."

"You love a grade A slut," Remington says, "I love you, too."

Leaving the room, Andy turns to say, "not a slut," before disappearing off to find the sleeping pills.

"Grade A slut!" Remington calls, "I need a glass of water!"

"You're very bossy when you're tired!" The man returns a minute later with a glass of water and two sleeping pills, giving them to Remington and getting back in bed. "I am gonna take your phone."

"Take it now," the younger almost-begs, picking up the device and gladly letting Andy take it. "Don't even let me see the damn thing."

"Sleep now, beautiful."

"Are the rumours true?" Jordan asks Sebastian, waiting for Remington to arrive for rehearsal.

The guitarist shakes his head. "No."

The woman looks down thoughtfully. "He didn't cheat?"

"God, no. Emerson's trying to ruin his career because he's angry. Just don't mention it to him."

"What happened with Emerson?"

Sebastian sighs. "It's really complicated."

"I've hardly spoken to Remington at all. Is that weird?"

"No, that's normal. You just need to let him warm up to you. I think that's him now," he says on hearing a door close.

It's both Andy and Remington who come down the stairs and into the basement, the older's hands on the youger's shoulders. Remington stays quiet while Andy talks. "He's having a bit of a day," the man says, "didn't get much sleep last night and had a bit of a crisis at breakfast, didn't you, sweetheart?"

Remington nods. He's glad Andy's telling them. He always feels a bit better when the people he's around know when he's not having a good day.

"Gimme a call if I need to come pick him up, and be gentle, okay?"

"Sure. Come 'ere, bub, I've got some lyrics to show you. See you later, Andy."

The boy leaves his husband's side to see the words Sebastian has written, sending the man a smile before Andy leaves. "It wasn't a crisis," he says softly to his big brother, "Andy just likes that word."

Sebastian smiles. "I believe you."

"It was just a momentary 'I'm gonna jump off a five story building if I eat this' thing. Not a crisis."

"I see. And did you eat it?"

Remington hums. "'course I did, Sebby."

"I'm proud of you. Here, tell me what you think of these. I wrote them last night." He hands an open notebook to the younger, who takes it and reads through the writing.

"This bit," Remington begins, pointing to one of the verses, "would fit so good in a song I was working on."

"Great! Tear the page out and you can write it into your song, okay?"

The boy smiles. There are days when the only person who can make him smile like this is Sebastian and today is one of those days. "I will. Can I have a hug?"

"'course you can, bub."

"I wanted to go through the last song again," Remington says, chin on his brother's shoulder. "Hi Jordan."

The girl looks up from her phone and sends the singer a smile. "Hey."

Sebastian ruffles the younger's hair before seperating the hug. "Okay. So...let's start with the last song then, and see what happens from there. Sound good?"

After nearly two hours, the band stop for a break and Sebastian makes sure Remington is okay, offers another hug, and makes sure he eats something before they carry on.

They rehearse for two more hours, and after, everyone apart from Remington leaves. The boy sits with his brother in the living room, feeling a bit better than he was this morning, and ends up drifting to sleep with his head in Sebastian's lap.

When Andy turns up to take Remington home, the singer is still sleeping, and so he carefully lifts him into his arms and carries him out to the car.

Remington awakes when he's sat in the carseat and smiles sleepily at his husband. "You're sitting in a car with a grade A slut," he says, and Andy shakes his head.

"You're anything but a grade A slut, honey."

"I should change my username to that. Imagine how much they'd all love it."

"No you shouldn't. How was rehearsel?"

Remington shrugs. "Better than I thought it would be."

"Good. I'm glad."

"Me too. Guess what?"

"What?"

The boy looks out the window. "You're married to a grade A slut."

"Seriously, sweetheart, you gotta stop thinking about that. It's not true."

"They want it to be."

"They're immature and desperate for drama."

"They're supposed to be fans, Andy, and they're labeling me as a slut. How do you think that makes me fucking feel?" He raises his voice unintentionally, realising, and looking down in shame.

Andy frowns. "I couldn't even imagine how bad it must feel, angel, trust me. I am so fucking sorry that you're having to go through it and you know I would do anything to get them to stop."

"Yeah, but you haven't though."

"Sorry?"

Remington sighs. "You haven't done anything to make them stop, Andy. You haven't said anything about it, so you're not exactly helping."

"Look, I-"

"No, you look! Four hundred thousand people are calling me a money hungry whore, a grade A slut, and a victim blamer, and you haven't said one fucking word about it online. You haven't done a fucking thing! How am I supposed to believe it's not true when you won't tell them, the people who need to be told, that it's not true?"

Andy stops the car in their driveway and pulls the key from the ignition. "I didn't know if you wanted me to draw attention to it," he says.

"Draw attention to it? Have you seen the fucking posts? Andy, it's already being drawn attention to! Everyone and their dog has fucking seen it! Surely my own husband making a post about it isn't going to do any more fucking harm!" He opens the care door, gets out, and slams it angrily. He's not really mad at Andy. He's just upset that things are so out of hand and hurt because of everything that's being said about him.

And god does he hate Emerson.