Mahone Crew Preferences

Feeling Sore

(A/n: thank you so much for reading these I would have never guessed they would get 1000 reads. So I appreciate you spending some time reading these. Also comment any ideas you have.)

Alex: He groaned and collapsed onto the floor beside you. "What's wrong with you?" You asked, reaching over to run a gentle hand over his back. "New workout. I'm not used to it yet." He groaned again as he tried to shift around to see you. After finding out where exactly he was sore (his back), you moved to straddle his back, "Why don't I give you a massage?" He wasn't going to argue with that and you got straight to it.

Zach: You punched him as soon as he walked in the room, causing him to swear and jump away from you. "What was that for, Y/N? I haven't done anything wrong." You shook your head, folding your arms over your chest and wincing. "Yes you have, you idiot. I'm pregnant because of you and now my boobs are sore." Zach laughed loudly, saying something about he could try and make you feel better.

Austin: The bruises on his knuckles and the right side of his face were fading fast, but according to him, it all still hurt. "It's your fault for getting in a fist fight, Mahone." You chastised him as you put an ice pack on his face. "Only because I love you though." His uninjured hand came up to brush your cheek. "I didn't want those guys thinking about you that way." You slipped the pain meds into his hand. "Take those. You'll be better soon enough."

Robert: The morning after was always the roughest. Your whole body would just ache and Louis would be perfectly fine. He'd come to realize that after a couple times of you two having sex when you would wobble around with a grimace on your face the next morning. Now he made you stay in bed, brought you breakfast, then treated you to a bath, apologizing for causing you to be so sore.

Drew: The beeping of the monitors was really annoying, but comforting at the same time, letting you know that he was stable. When you got the call at two o'clock in the morning, you had been half-asleep until you heard that Drew had been in a car accident. After what felt like seconds, but was nearly an hour later, you were sitting there beside him in the hospital room, holding onto his hand lightly and waiting for him to wake up. It wasn't too bad, just that he'd been unconscious when people showed up and he had a broken arm. It could've been a lot worse. His eyelids fluttered open, a groan of pain echoing from his lips.