𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞² || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

overnight - seven

a/n - please vote!

i hold connor's hand as we wait for olivia to come out after watching the last show. i talk to jackson, emma and hailey as connor makes my arm move as he rocks back and forth, putting pressure on my arm as he pulls down so he doesn't fall. "i didn't know you had a brother," jackson smiles as he looks at connor. "yeah, i've only had him for, like, sixteen months," i say, making him chuckle. "he looks a lot like you," emma says, "he's so cute!" "thanks for the compliment," i chuckle, looking down at connor as he lets go of my hand. he starts to run, wobbling slightly. i follow my eyes to where he was going, smiling at olivia as she walks out.

i chuckle as connor trips over his feet, falling onto his knees and hands. i look at olivia as she laughs, jogging up to him. "oh my god, is he okay?" hailey asks. "oh, he falls all the time. i swear it doesn't even hurt them because he's so low to the ground."

i watch as olivia picks connor up, and olivia hugs him tightly as she closes her eyes, smiling.

i walk over to olivia after a few seconds, and she looks at me, smiling.

olivia's pov
"you were perfect," y/n wraps her arms around half of me after i finish the last show. "it's weird to think that months of rehearsing is done in three nights," i say, kissing her cheek as i hug her. "so worth it, though," y/n says, "you said that your friends were here, rig-" "olivia!" iris yells.

"three, two, one," y/n smiles as she takes photos of conan, iris, madison and i. i smile for the camera, leaning my head on conan's shoulder.

i look at the photos of my friends and i that y/n took on her phone as she drives home. "please don't delete any photos if you say you look bad," y/n tells me, "i'll keep them myself- and don't delete the photos i took of you, either!" "fine," i sigh, smiling at her. she smiles at me, "thanks, pretty girl." "stop!" i laugh, looking away from her as my cheeks get red.

i sit on y/n's lap as i go on her phone, looking on her instagram. i smile as i feel y/n's lips on my forehead. i tap on someone's story, and it goes to leah. i look at her mirror selfie in her karen outfit. "you can unfollow her," y/n says. "why?" i look up at her. "because i don't wanna follow her," she says. "okay," i smile, going onto her profile and unfollowing her, "do you wanna remove her as a following?" "uh..." she sighs, "let me post you first." "seriously?" i laugh. "i'm serious," y/n laughs, "can i have my phone for a second?"

i look at y/n's phone as she goes onto the instagram stories, picking a photo that mom took with y/n, connor and i after night one of the show. "is this okay to post?" she asks, and i turn my head to look at her phone after she types. "best musical i've seen, best regina i've seen, exclamation mark," i read, smiling, "and the mention of my username with a red heart. god, i am spoilt!" y/n laughs, "so is it all good?" "all perfect," i smile, "connor looks cute in every photo. i need to know his tips." "it's just the photogenic genes," y/n grins. "honestly, i agree," i laugh, watching y/n post the photo. she turns her phone off, and i close my eyes as she cups my jaw and kisses me.

her hand trails down my body, outlining my curves as she continues to kiss me. i smile, rocking my hips slowly and slightly. y/n pulls away, looking at me. i stop, smiling. she laughs, presses her lips on mine. the more i did it, the more she got hard.

now it wasn't subtle at all. "liv," y/n almost moans into my mouth. "i know, babe," i whisper, and y/n pulls away, chuckling. "that was really hot," she tells me. i laugh, "thanks." y/n smiles at me, and i get off her lap. she laughs, looking at me as i lay down. "you tease," she says, laying beside me. "just preparing you," i face y/n as she lays down, looking at me. "you're not feeling pressured, are you?" she asks, moving her hand under my shirt as she massages my stomach. i shake my head, and y/n furrows her eyebrows. "are you sure? not even a little?" she asks, "because i promised you i'll be here for when you're ready." "okay, maybe a little pressured," i admit, "but i'm gonna do it when i feel like i'm ready." "that's okay," y/n says, and i roll on top of her.