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ao3: "just another day" rating: T warnings: anxremile, food, past sui attempt reference, dogs, everyone is non binary genre: fluff, a little bit of hurt/comfort description: It's Virgil's birthday. His partners celebrate it with him, but they can't help but think of another day to celebrate. (lyrics are from kode "who am i")

I always feel like I'm supposed to be someone anyone but me I live in this life where I try to find comfort doing what they seek I'm finding myself in this endless loop called what would they think I started caring less for the things I want and the things I need

"Happy birthday, Virgil!"

Virgil makes a muffled snort noise into their pillow, their eyes still stubbornly closed.

"Mmph," he complains. He feels Emile's hand descend into his hair, scritching at his scalp gently, and he relaxes into a compliant puddle on the bed. "Mmm," Virgil says, eyes half-closed in happiness.

"You melted them," Remy comments from the side. Virgil feels the bed dip as Remy crawls into the bed with them. Remy flops across Virgil's lower back, making Virgil huff in mock displeasure.

"Be nice," Emile admonishes, although Virgil can hear the smile in their voice. "It's Virgil's birthday."

"I know that," Remy exclaims. Virgil squints over his shoulder to see Remy dramatically splay a hand across his forehead. "I would never dream of trying to spoil Virge's birthday, babe."

"Uh huh," Emile deadpans. "Anyway, Virgil, it's your day, sweetheart. What do you want to do?"

"Dunno," Virgil mumbles. "Can I stay in bed all day and cuddle?" He can practically feel the other two exchange a look.

"I mean, yes," Emile says slowly. "But are you sure that's all you want to do?"

"I don't know," Virgil admits. "I just-" He sighs. His birthday has always been a clusterfuck of complicated feelings thanks to family bullshit, and he knows what's coming up next month isn't making it any easier.

It's been nearly two years since his last suicide attempt.

"I know, love," Emile says, soothing, pressing a kiss to the back of Virgil's fluffy purple hair. "I know."

"So proud of you, babe," Remy murmurs, rubbing warm circles into Virgil's back and slowly relaxing them again. "So glad we know you. So glad I know you."

"Love you," Virgil says, drowsy and so full of affection, it feels like his heart might burst already. "Can we go to the sweets shop?" He asks suddenly. "I just- you know how I feel about sweet things-"

"It is your birthday," Emile agrees, planting another kiss on the side of Virgil's head as they get up. Virgil mourns the loss of their warmth. "Of course we can."

"Oh no," Remy laughs as he stands up. "The two of you, plotting to get sweet things? Your teeth are fucked."

"Good," Virgil says defiantly, rolling over and blinking at the light. "It's my birthday. Sugar doesn't count."

"I don't think that's how it works," Emile says, but their lips are twitching like they want to laugh.

"You're a therapist, not a medical doctor," Virgil points out. "Or a dentist. Sugar is good for both of us."

"Well, can't argue with that," Emile says, extending a hand. "Come on, darling. Out of bed."

"Fine," Virgil says, accepting Emile's hand and letting Emile carefully pull them upright. The room spins for a moment anyway, but quickly stabilizes. Virgil grins at both Emile and Remy, running his free hand through unruly purple hair.

"Wanna wear your pretty skirt?" Remy asks, his eyes a little too bright.

"Which one?" Virgil asks primly, but they know which one Remy means. It is purple and black plaid, and it swishes around Virgil's knees. It comes with a belt, and Virgil loves it.

"The pretty one," Remy insists. "You could wear that pretty purple top with it?" He wheedles. "And- and fishnets, and-"

"Am I a dress up doll?" Virgil asks, amused. Red stains Remy's cheeks.

"Yes," he says, doubling down. "My pretty dress up doll. Pretty girl. Pretty boy." Virgil's face flushes at the praise.

"Oh, fine," he says. Remy grins, whirling to rummage through the closet.

"Are you picking my outfit out, too, or are we just focused on the birthday girl today?" Emile asks, clearly amused.

"Birthday boy!" Remy shouts back. "Wear something pretty, sweetheart."

By the time they're all dressed, Virgil is in the aforementioned purple outfit, and Emile had picked something with pink flowers. Remy's just in his usual jeans and a tee shirt, but his leather jacket and sunglasses are omnipresent.

"Beautiful," Remy claims, his mouth descending on Virgil's. It is sweet and short and perfect, Virgil thinks dizzily as his hands brace himself against Remy's shoulders. Remy is nearly a foot taller than him, but he doesn't care.

Emile's next, bending their head and pressing a kiss to Virgil's mouth. Virgil flings their arms around Emile's neck, pulling them closer and making Emile laugh against their lips.

"Sweet shop," Emile says. "Birthday girl gets to play music on the way."

"Yes!" Virgil cheers as they make their way out to the car. "Sorry, Remy," he sasses, slipping into the passenger seat in the front. He does pull the seat up to accommodate Remy's long legs, though, mindful of his comfort as Remy slouches in the back seat.

They chat about everything and nothing on the way, accompanied by Virgil's emo playlist, low in the background. While Emile finds a parking space, Virgil looks around, hands unconsciously flapping in their lap. There's no snow, but it is chilly outside, and Virgil's glad that he chose to wear his hoodie over his outfit.

"This way," Emile says, tugging Remy and Virgil toward the sweets shop. Eagerly, Virgil follows. There is a dog in line, a soft brown one with soulful eyes and a gently wagging tail.

"Can I pet them?" Virgil asks shyly. The owner, a person wearing pink-framed glasses on a chain, nods, twining the leash around their hand. They have a Sanrio backpack in the shape of Cinnamoroll's head, and Virgil thinks it's adorable.

Emile fawns over the dog, a bright smile lighting up their features. Remy stands back a little, but he also deigns to pet the dog. Virgil's hand sinks into the soft fur, and they hum happily.

"Their name is Honey," the owner informs them.

"I love them," Emile declares. Virgil giggles.

"Oops, my turn," the dog's owner says, their face turning red. It's their turn next. They all order an iced vanilla latte, Virgil opting to have his with almond milk. His eyes scan the sweet options on display, finally settling on a chocolate eclair. Emile gets a cannoli and Remy opts for a type of danish. They sit near Honey the dog, and Virgil catches Emile surreptitiously petting and mooning over her three separate times before their order is ready.

"Happy birthday, darling," Remy murmurs into their ear as he sets their drink and eclair down in front of them. Virgil blushes out to his ears.

"Thank you," Virgil says. He eyes Emile. "You can't steal the dog," he mutters.

"Okay but listen, we need a dog," Emile says, widening their eyes to look more innocent. "Look at how fluffy she is. She's adorable. Perfect. Mine." Honey's owner snorts into their drink and Virgil laughs.

"I don't think her owner agrees with you," Virgil points out, and Emile grins, a mischievous look in brown eyes.

"Anyway," Emile says loftily, finally turning away from the fluffy charms of Honey the dog and applying themself to their cannoli. "What else do you want to do today, love?"

"Spend time with you both," Virgil answers, nibbling on their eclair. "I just- It's nice. I like spending time with you."

"Same, darling," Remy says, leaning on Virgil's shoulder and poking them with his chin.

"You're both so sweet," Virgil says, a little bit dreamy.

"Never," Remy denies, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I am," Emile says plainly, and Virgil grins at them.

"I'm glad I'm still alive," Virgil says, sudden, as the thought strikes them. Remy's and Emile's faces both soften.

"So are we, darling," Remy says. Emile lifts Virgil's hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles. "So are we."

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