One Hot Mess Of A Human

But it trickles into their relationship with you. In the way they hand you their card when you say you're going out for drinks with friends and a mutter of

"Get the good stuff, honey, that cheap shit makes you cranky in the morning."

How they always tell you to order whatever item has caught your eye that month or week.

New craft supplies because you wanted to try something on a whim.

The newest blind box that you now make Jack pick after he pulled the chase that you wanted last time.

The shoes or top you absolutely swore you didn't need. Jack is the worst about it. The devil on your shoulder.

"C'mon, it's only what, 30 bucks? Baby, I paid more than that for mine and Michael's lunch each the other day."

They're both always so eager to see whatever you buy. If they're at work, they make sure you send them a little vlog of you going out shopping or opening whatever you got in the mail.

Michael dips off into the ambulance bay, digging his pocket out of his scrubs as he clicks on the notification from your group chat to see the bright smile on your face as you hold a box in your hands in the thumbnail before playing it.

Your reaction, the joy and excitement as you ramble about which character you'd love to get versus the one that you don't want. It eases some of the weight on his chest that's gathered there since the start of his shift.

A moment of ease, just watching you in your happiness. Untainted by the doom and darkness that float around the Pitt like a heavy fog.

A lighthouse cutting through, guiding him back to shore when he drifts a bit too far.

Jack building you a little trinket shelf for you, saying all the ones you were looking at were too cheap looking for you. That you needed something that would last and be sturdy.

It's not the first time he's done something like this for you and it certainly wont be the last with the way he acts.

Jack feels like you deserve better than what the big box stores can provide for you.

Michael isn't much help in the matter either. While jack is usually the one to push for you to be able to get handmade items, Robby is never one to fight him on it.

And its not like they can't afford it so really what is the problem with wanting to give you things that are crafted with care, that are built to last rather than things that are meant to break down in a few years to force you to continue to buy more, more, more.

A common complaint that the two of them have shared with you time and time again. The same complaint that things these days aren't the same quality of the things they used to get.

Michael has brought this up before after seeing you wear once of his old med school shirts, the fabric soft from years of washing and wear, almost as old as you yet still holding on after so many years.

Not that he minded you wearing, they like to see you indulge in some of their older clothes. Jack says seeing you in a band shirt from a tour before you were born after sex sends a shiver up his spine in the most delicious way.

Michael rolled his eyes at the comment, still in the process of cleaning you up and getting you dressed but makes no move to disagree with your boyfriend.

They don't only spoil you with material goods, food and sex, though. They like to take you to do things you might not have had the opportunity to see or do if you weren't with them.

Weekend trips when their schedules align.

Visits to the limited exhibits, cafes, and pop up events. Little things you might have not thought about due to work or school before, if you didn't have the two of them encouraging you to go do things.

To have fun. Even if they can't go with you, they still try to get you to go out. invite a friend, have a good time, update them on what you're getting into throughout the day and night.

Waving off any concerns about if they'll feel left out with mutters of "We had our fun, you should too. Wouldn't be fair if we kept you locked up with two tired, grumpy old men all the time."

It doesn't matter how often you try to tell them that you don't think they're keeping you cooped up, that you love to be able to spend time with them always.

Even if it means that you stay on the couch for the weekend, watching the pens play the flyers and seeing them get upset when a ref misses a call.

Or if it means pizza from the little place only a few streets over that has Jack's number saved instead of getting dressed up for a night out on the town.

Sometimes, somewhere in the back of Michael's mind, he feels the instinct to provide for you in an effort to prove himself.

He's a depressed, 50ish man who isn't in the best of shape anymore and he knows it. Sometimes he wonders if you and jack would be better off just dating each other without the hassle of him. He doesn't want that, obviously but he can't help but wonder

During these low periods, you notice an influx of his more…spoiling behavior. Going even more out of his way to get you little trinkets, small things that remind him of you.

Which is…a lot, given that Michael associates you with everything good, warm and happy. he'd do anything to keep you from noticing that he isn't as good as Jack is, at least with the way his mental image of himself is.

It might take a little bit of talking, coaxing, and reassuring him that you don't want him to be anything but what he is. Not for what he can buy you or for what his body can do, though both are very nice bonuses, it's not why you're with him and Jack.

Slowly, it goes back to normal. He still buys you things just because or if you want them, like he always has the entire time all three of you have been dating. Like he always will, until the day you decide you don't want your old men anymore. They both hope that day never comes.

They make sure you eat well.

Whatever you crave for dinner, not just what you have in your fridge that you have to figure out what to do with, not just the pack of instant noodles that barely counts as a lunch, much less a full blown dinner.

Jack is the one to always ask if you got enough to eat, if you want more, if you're full or if you want a sweet treat after dinner too.

Sneaking snacks into your bag when he knows you'll be out most of the day, paired with a text message that is scheduled to send to you that reads "Check your purse baby, i put you one of those snack bars you like in your purse with some of your fruit gummy packs. There's also a water bottle in there. hydrate, refuel and stay safe. Daddies love you."

He makes sure that you ate it when you get home later that day too. Giving you a little kiss on the forehead if you did, and a quick swat to your ass if you didn't.

He always knows if you're lying to him, too. So it's generally better if you just be honest with him.

Lying about it will only get you into more serious trouble with him. If he's feeling particularly cruel, he'll let Robby handle it for him.

Jack knows that their spoiled little thing needs a firm, guiding hand sometimes. He's a touch too…easy for you. One look of those big Bambi eyes and a flutter of those lashes, he's a puddle on the floor for you.

Usually that's not a bad thing. But when you need a reminder, a guiding hand, a punishment, Michael is usually the one to dole it out. Reveling in the sight of the tears that well up in your waterline when he finally pulls you to stand after a spanking.

Watching as a few roll down your plush cheeks that have imprints in them from being squished against the fabric of his pants while you counted out loud each swat against your ass.

During long sessions like this, Jack can't be in the room the whole time.

He just can't, he knows Michael would stop the second it got too much for you and that you like this, otherwise you wouldn't press their buttons so often, but hearing your little gasps with every impact.

The way you sniffle and call out for daddy, he knows in the current moment you don't mean him but he's still your daddy and he wants to bundle you up in his arms and give you whatever you want.

His sweet baby, his precious little thing, getting spanked by mean Michael.

Even if he did by technicality cause you to be in this position, literally. Robby made him bend you over his lap for him.

One hand cupping the back of your neck, the other rubbing soothing circles against your shoulder blades while Robby's palms crack against your ass and the back of your thighs.

Cooing softly that you're okay, you're a big girl while Michael gruffly tells you to count, and if you miss one….well, you'll be restarting the punishment since it didn't seem to be working so far.

But after, when your bottom is sore and Michael thinks you've finally, finally, gotten the lesson through that hard head of yours and you're their sweet baby cherub again…..they make sure to spoil you then too.

Wiping your tears, rubbing soothing lotion into your heated skin, cradling you towards their chests as one gets up to grab you a shirt. Usually one of theirs, soft for your sensitive skin and smelling like them.

"Oh I know honey, I was so mean tonight. Daddy's sorry, he's sorry baby." He says as he presses lingering kisses to your temple.

So much online shopping. The two of them perched on either side of you with their readers on while you look at various websites on your laptop. They don't need fancy lingerie or matching sets, sure it's nice but they're at an age where it doesn't really matter.

Michael spots you trying to decide if you want the cute and comfy bra and panties or the 'sexy' set and he can see the gears turning in your brain.

"Honey, nothings sexier than our girls body being happy and comfortable. That one lace you got made you so itchy, remember?"

They want you when you have on underwear that has holes at the band, dirty hair and eating pizza on the couch while you watch one of your shows.

They don't need the lingerie.

If they see you trying to buy the generic or store band of something, Michael just gives you a look over his glasses while Jack grabs the more expensive version wordlessly.

Taking the one in your hands from you, putting it back onto the shelf with a little cheeky swat to your behind.

"You said you didn't like those that much, get what you want baby, we mean it."

"Yea, you said it wasn't as good."

You roll your eyes, knowing that when they decide to tag team you like this that you'll never win.

Watching as Jack tosses the box of the more expensive option into the cart before carrying on with your shopping for the day.

It's not the first time that they've done it, backing each other up and bullying you into getting what you actually want, with love of course.

You've seen the looks they share, flickering over your head and it seems like an entire conversation is held in a mere few glances sent between each other. Never malicious, or meant to cause ill will.

Just nudging you towards what you want vs what's the more affordable option. Like they always do, trying to make sure that you have the best of what you can out of what they're able to provide for you.

Wanting you to have everything your little heart burns for. Everything you desire. Knowing they have the means. Able to give you what you want

Fueled by the love that fills their hearts and minds.