𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞² || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

new faces - eight

a/n - please vote! last chapter

i look at y/n's car keys as i walk to her car. i really hope i don't crash her car.

i unlock it, getting in. i look at the wallet on y/n's seat, picking it up. i sit in the seat, placing my bag on the passenger seat. i look at y/n's wallet in my hand, opening it. i smile widely as i see a picture of me of when we took pictures in a photo booth at least a month ago. y/n specifically got me to take a few by myself.

"wait up!" i hear y/n yell. i look up from her wallet, seeing y/n running towards me. i smile, getting out of the car, "something wrong?" "just forgot my bag," she says, and i follow her as she opens the trunk. she takes out her duffel bag, putting the strap on her shoulder. "your wallet was on the car seat," i tell her. "oh, yeah. i think it fell out of my pocket when i got out of the car," she tells me. "i saw the photo you have in there," i grin as y/n presses the button. the trunk starts to close, and she smiles at me. "are you robbing me?" she asks. "i was going to, but then i saw the photo and felt bad," i joke, "but that's really cute, y/n. why didn't you tell me?" "i don't know," y/n chuckles, "maybe you'd find it weird." "weird? what?! y/n it's so cute," i laugh, wrapping my arms around her, "you're so sweet." "i had to photocopy the original one because i didn't wanna cut the other one," she tells me. i smile, pressing my lips against hers. she pulls away after a few seconds, "are you going home?" "i'm gonna grab food with iris," i answer, "it's okay if she comes in your car, right?" "yeah, of course," y/n says, "you can use my card if you want." "okay, sugar mommy," i say, making y/n laugh. "but iris and i are okay," i say, "thank you, though." "no problem," y/n says, "alright , i should go now."

"good luck, y/n," i say, "i'll be at the game, but in case you can't hear me, i just wanted to tell you now." "thank you, liv," y/n smiles, "'i'll play my best for you." i laugh, "okay, y/n. see you soon." "don't crash my car, please!" she laughs. "no promises!"

"y/n's car is so cool," iris says, looking around, "i've always wanted to go in it. not in a weird way." i chuckle, starting to drive, "scared to drive." "i'd be too."

i look around the friend, seeing the bleachers all almost full. "where should we go?" i ask. "a place with the best view to see your girlfriend," iris says. 

i smile as i see y/n standing in a loose circle with her teammates. she looks really good. "she looks really good," i say my thoughts out loud to iris and conan. "she looks good in her uniform," iris says, "that's kinda why people come to the game. to watch her play." "i can see why," i shrug.

y/n shoots the ball, and it flies into the goal. the ball hits the net, and i cheer along with everyone else.

"what the fuck is happening?!" conan yells angrily as a person from the opposite team gets all up in y/n's grill as they both go of the ball. 

"i think that the other girl's taking it personal," i tell iris as y/n sprints for the ball. 

number 17 and y/n were up against each other again, both going for the ball. i furrow my eyebrows as she places her hands on y/n's shoulders. i gasp as she gives her a harsh push, sending y/n to the floor. 

everyone starts to yell over each other, and y/n ends up getting a penalty. she gets up, taking a glance at the girl before setting the ball in front of the goal. "oh, she's mad," iris says. "you can tell?" i ask. "she has this different expression on her face. similar to her game face, but different," iris explains as y/n catches her breath, hand on her hips as she stands about 6 feet from the ball, goalie in between her and the goal.

the referee blows the whistle, and y/n takes one more deep breath, before running up to the goal. she swings her leg back, kicking the ball to the top left. i cheer as the goalie jumps to the right. the ball hits the net, everyone cheering.

i smile as y/n starts to sprint as she dribbles the ball to the other side, outrunning everyone she goes past. "go, y/n!" i yell. she slows down as two defenders start to jog to her, and she looks around for an opening. i watch as number 17 runs up behind y/n, and y/n turns her head, quickly looking at number 17. they both fight for the ball. "what the fuck!" someone yells as the girl's hands go around y/n's waist. the ball rolls away as y/n tries to pull away from her.

i gasp, laughing as y/n's hands go to the girl's, quickly launching her pretty much over her shoulder. the girl lands on the floor, and the referee blows the whistle for number 17. "that's your girlfriend," conan laughs. "yep, remember to not get on her bad side," i chuckle.

i watch y/n as she shakes the players hands, seeing the coach go up to her. y/n smiles as she talks to him, shaking his hand. they let go, continuing to talk. after they talk, y/n celebrates with the group. 

i run down the bleachers, and y/n looks at me, laughing. she opens her arms as i launch into her. i lift my legs up, and she swings me around, making me laugh. "congrats, y/n!" i laugh, "you're amazing!" "thank you, my love," y/n says, putting me down, "sorry, i'm all sweaty." "you look hot," i smile, "you are hot." "thank you," y/n laughs, looking at someone behind me. i look behind too, seeing gracie. "i'm gonna go talk to a few more people," she tells me, "i'll talk to you very soon." "i'll be waiting," i smile, "and i'm gonna talk about my girlfriend when i see her!"

y/n's pov
"congrats, y/n," gracie says, "always good as ever." "thank you," i smile, pulling her in for a hug, "you were just as good." "shut up, miss 'scores four out of the five goals'," gracie says, laughing as she hugs me back.

"my girlfriend," olivia says, laughing into my ear as she hugs me. "my girlfriend," i respond, "this is how i felt when you performed stick season. just a thousand times prouder." "no, no way," olivia laughs, pulling away, "i'm really proud of you, y/n." "photo time!"

olivia and i look away from each other, looking at bronwyn holding an instax. "oh, great," y/n chuckles, pulling me closer my the waist. 

i close my eyes, smiling as y/n kisses my cheek. 

y/n holds the polaroid, "are you meant to shake it?" "you aren't, actually," i tell her, holding my own polaroid. she looks at me, and i look at the polaroid.

y/n places her hand on my thigh as she drives us home. i smile at the two polaroids, running my hand over y/n's face.

the end!