Love bite - platonic

Summary: Y/n's trying to hide the lovebite on her neck from Alexia and Olga but fails.

Word count: 3.1k

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Jana, Vick and Pina had told Y/n that it would be a good idea to go to the concert of a local singer. They had told her she should 'enjoy her teenage years' and 'stop acting like a grandma'.

So Y/n asked Alexia if she could go, and of course, the answer was a straight-up no. La Reina said it would be too dangerous, that bad-intentioned people would recognise them and try to do something bad to Y/n.

It took a lot from Y/n, the girls and Olga to change Alexia's mind about it, but she finally caved in.

Y/n went out and enjoyed her night, although she might have enjoyed it a little too much.

Y/n had spent the last hour trying to hide the telltale mark on her neck. She had barely slept the night before; she had come back to the house late, only mumbling a good night to Alexia, who had stayed up and waited for her.

The young girl hadn't noticed the mark sitting right on her jugular when she collapsed into her bed, barely taking her shoes off.

But as she looked in the mirror that morning, the bright red hickey stood out like a neon sign, and she knew it was going to be impossible to keep it hidden much longer.

Y/n quickly pulled on her hoodie–the first one lying around in her drawer– hoping the high collar would be enough to cover it. But as soon as she walked into the kitchen to have breakfast, she could tell that Alexia and Olga weren't going to be fooled.

"Morning, Y/n!" Alexia greeted, raising an eyebrow when she saw the way Y/n was pulling her hoodie up around her neck, practically choking herself in the process.

Cool, act cool.

"Uh... morning," Y/n muttered, her voice higher than usual as she tried to act casual. She kept her eyes down, but she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.

"Carinõ, why the hoodie??" Olga asked, confusion on her face. "Today's one of the hottest days of the season!" She pointed at the window, as if the bright rays of sunshine running through their front yard would back her up on it.

Alexia, though, was worried about something else.

"Hey!" Alexia said sternly, frowning on her face, getting closer to Y/n.

Y/ froze on the spot. Alexia saw it. Somewhere she saw it under the thick fabric of her clothes. It was over for her. Alexia would never allow her to go out again.

"–Is that my hoodie?" Alexia questioned, the frown on her face deepening as she saw the little AP embroidery on the hem of the left sleeve. "I've told you not to take my clothes, nena!"

Y/n let out a breath in relief, her body suddenly not feeling so stiff.

"Uh, yeah," Y/n said, rubbing the back of her neck and sitting on the table, in front of Olga and Alexia. "It's just so comfy."

The young girl prepared her coffee as if nothing had happened. If she acted cool enough, she would get through it.

Alexia rolled her eyes, drinking her smoothie.

"That hoodie was handmade for me," Alexia muttered under her breath, but Y/n could still hear her.

"You always let Olga wear it, though!" Y/n shot back.

The hoodie was an exclusive piece. There was only one in the world, because the designer had made it for a campaign Alexia did for the Barcelona media team. It was blue, red and yellow, but the charm of it was that it looked old money.

Y/n fell in love with it the moment she saw Alexia wearing it, so of course, she casually borrowed it from Alexia from time to time.

"She's my girlfriend, tio [dude]!" Alexia said as if it were obvious. "It's different; we share the same wardrobe."

"But–"

"Cariño," Olga said softly, interrupting her and Y/n's bickering. "What if you ask Alexia for her clothes before taking them, huh? You wouldn't like it if Alexia just got into your room and took your stuff without asking."

"Alexia never asks for my clothes, though!" Y/n argued, taking a bite of the sandwich she had just made.

Alexia turned to her comically fast. "And when did I ever wear your clothes? You wear shirts with cartoons on them, I would never wear something like that!"

"Okay, first," Y/n pointed a finger at her. "It's not cartoons, it's anime. Second, you did take my clothes when we went to that game in Portugal."

"Because the airport lost my baggage!" Alexia said exasperatedly, holding the bridge of her nose. "I didn't have anything to wear! And it was 2 years ago."

"Well, you still took my clothes and you didn't even ask–"

Then a tragedy happened.

Y/n reached her hand to grab one of the fruits that were near Olga, but then she accidentally knocked her hand over the orange juice jar that was just on her left.

Her football reflexes weren't fast enough, and the juice splashed all over the table–and on her, meaning, on the hoodie.

Alexia's hoodie quickly became wet and turned into a weird orange-ish tone in a matter of seconds.

"Y/n! Merda [shit]," Alexia said, getting up from her seat, her eyes in horror as she saw how stained her hoodie (her personalised hood) was. "Take it off now! I'm gonna put it in the laundry machine."

Olga, seeing it all happen, was quick to take some paper towels and try to clean up the mess on the table. Although Alexia was, again, more worried about her hoodie.

Alexia came closer to Y/n and held the hem of the hoodie, but Y/n fought her on that, taking a step back and putting her arms in front of her body.

"No, let me wear it!" Y/n said, her tone harsh.

Both Alexia and Olga stopped and stared at Y/n. Why would Y/n want to wear something wet and, well, dirty?

Okay, maybe the whole thing about being cool about it wasn't working.

" I-I mean I'll go change and I'll put it in the laundry machine myself," Y/n said, smiling nervously as she noticed Alexia and Olga were not buying the whole situation.

Instead of waiting for them to say something, she quickly turned around, heading for the stairs. But Y/n quickly felt something tugging her back.

Alexia and her stupid arm strength.

Y/n twisted away from Alexia's grip like her life depended on it "I said I'll wash it later!" she yelped.

Alexia was obviously stronger, but Y/n was faster– fastest one on the team, to be more exact–no bragging though.

Y/n dodged to the side while Alexia groaned, her grip slipping.

"Come on, nena", Alexia groaned. "I want my hoodie, not your kidney."

Y/n was fast, but Olga? Oh, Olga was messy.

Y/n tripped over the bag Olga always left on the floor, and that's when Alexia got hold of her again.

"Not so fast, nena," Alexia said firmly, her tone indicating she wouldn't let her go until she got to the bottom of her awkward behaviour.

"Sit." Olga pointed at the sofa to her left with her chin.

Y/n gulped and sat down, looking at her feet while both Alexia and Olga looked at her sternly. Olga was never the serious one, which meant she was gonna get in trouble.

"What happened?" Olga asked, crossing her arms. "What's this whole thing with the hoodie?"

"Nothing, it's fine... I am fine," Y/n said quickly, tugging the stained hoodie higher. "Just, uh, you know..." Y/n looked around, grasping for an excuse. "I'm really stressed with school and... I just kinda found comfort in this hoodie, it s-uh, so... soft?"

Alexia gave her a knowing look. "Right, of course," she said slowly, clearly unconvinced. "Since when does a hoodie help with school? And why not just take it off? I can get you a hoodie, you know. No need to go around clinging to my clothes."

Y/n's stomach twisted with nerves. I can't let them find out. I just can't.

Alexia continued, raising an eyebrow. "Y/n, if you're hiding something from us, you know we'll find out eventually, right?"

Y/n's face went scarlet. She instinctively reached up to adjust her collar again, but Alexia wasn't buying it.

Olga's face softened when she noticed how nervous Y/n looked. She quickly got down to her knees in front of Y/n.

"Cariño," she began gently. "You know that you can talk to us about anything, right?"

Y/n thought it was one of those rhetorical questions, but Olga waited until she replied.

"Yeah, um, I know that," Y/n said, smiling shyly.

Y/n knew she could come to Olga and Alexia about anything she needed or wanted. When she messed up or did something stupid, they would give her a hard time and a lecture before fully supporting her and giving their best to help her.

But...Y/n wasn't sure whether Olga or Alexia wanted to talk about how she got too caught up in a make-out session inside a bathroom stall.

"Look, if this is about body image issues–" Alexia began.

"Or mental health--" Olga said in sequence.

Alexia and Olga began muttering about Y/n's mental health and well-being, but it was like they didn't know how to talk about it, so their words were mixing together, and they were absolutely making no sense.

Y/n let them have their own monologue moment while she thought of what she could do about the whole situation. Olga and Alexia clearly thought the whole hoodie thing meant that there was something wrong with her.

"I'm gonna call her psychiatrist and tell him she needs to see him," Olga said, turning to Alexia.

And that's when Y/n gave up trying to hide it, she could show the hickey, but maybe say it was something else?

Y/n's mind raced as Alexia stared at her down. Maybe she could lie — say it was a burn from her curling iron or a mosquito bite she scratched too hard.

Yeah, that could work. She opened her mouth to spea,k but immediately shut it again when Alexia's eyes narrowed. Nope. No way she'd buy that. Alexia had the terrifying ability to see through every excuse Y/n had ever made.

Y/n had her fair share of lies she told and got cough–' fake stomach aches', 'forgot my boots', 'didn't hear my alarm'. Alexia would never believe the bug bite story.

What was worse? A hickey or Alexia and Olga thinking that she wanted to off herself?

Y/n hoped they thought the mental health thing was worse.

"Okay, you two, stop," she muttered, looking down in embarrassment.

That caught Alexia and Olga's attention, and both women looked at her again.

Y/sighed in defeat and lowered her hoodie, revealing the bright red hickey on her neck.

"So I went to that concert last night and..yeah, me and this girl...we kinda... kissed. And, uh, I wasn't really thinking about where I was... You know, being kissed." Y/n mumbled, feeling her ears get red.

Olga's eyes widened, her face changed from confusion to relief and then to amusement. "Well, well, well. Look who's got a little love bite."

Y/n buried her face in her hands, mortified. "Please don't make it worse."

Alexia, on the other hand, held a stoic expression on her face, not saying anything. Y/n could feel her eyes burning on her hickey, so she pulled the hoodie tight again.

"And here I was scared that we were going to have to send you to some clinic," Olga smirked, sitting on the love seat in front of the sofa, while Alexia stood in front of her, still with no expression on her face.

"Hmm, no," Y/n mumbled, eyes locked on Olga and deliberately ignoring Alexia. "You don't have to worry about that."

Olga seemed to have taken the whole situation in stride, Alexia, on the other hand, looked like she had just lost to Real Madrid.

"Nope, now we just have to worry about what happens the next time you go out," Olga teased, her grin widening.

"Look at my cariño all grown up... What's next? Bringing your girlfriend home?".

Olga shot a pointed look at Alexia, her smile turning downright devilish. "Bet she'd love that," Olga added, clearly enjoying herself.

Y/n groaned, dragging her hands down her face. "Olga, stop it!"

Olga just laughed, giving Alexia a gentle nudge before tugging her down beside her. She took Alexia's hand, her thumb brushing over her knuckles.

"Alexia, stop looking at Nena like she did something wrong," Olga finally said, her voice softer.

"Who was the girl?" Alexia finally spoke, as if being close to Olga had settled her nerves.

"Just...someone from school," Y/n said, playing with her hands. "We ran into each other at the concert."

"You didn't tell us it was going to be a date," Alexia said, lifting one eyebrow, Olgas hand resting softly against her thigh. "You said it was just you and the girls from the club"

"Well, that's because it wasn't a date," Y/n said, feeling more defensive. "I was with Jana when I saw the girl in the bathroom line."

They were silent for a moment.

"Did you go to her house?" Alexia pressed.

Y/n's head snapped up. "Why does that even matter?" Her irritation flared. "I'm sixteen, not twelve."

"Nena," Olga said calmly but firmly, sensing the tension building between Alexia and Y/n. "We just want to know what happened, we're not accusing you of anything–we want to make sure you were safe."

Y/n felt her cheeks blush even more.

"Oh, no! We-we didn't... you know," Y/n stammered. "We didn't...nothing happened."

"You didn't go to her house? Or like...somewhere else?" Alexia asked again.

"No," Y/n said. "We-we met at the concert, and we stayed there."

"You know you can go out alone, right?" Alexia asked. "People know you. It's dangerous, you have to let us know where you are all the time."

"Alexia, I know!" Y/n replied, the frustration creeping into her voice. "Like I said, we met there and then Jana drove me back here, I swear I didn't leave."

"You don't need to swear, we believe you," Olga said, patting Alexia's tight. "Right, amor?"

Alexia let out a sigh, her body not so tense anymore. "Yeah, we trust you."

"Okay, so we're done here," Y/n said quickly, getting up and trying to run against the very awkward chat she just had. "Nice interrogation, though."

But before she could make her getaway, Alexia tugged at the hem of her hoodie.

"Not so fast, lover girl," Alexia teased, her lips curling into a smile.

Y/n froze, her face going bright red at the nickname. "Don't call me that," she muttered.

Alexia chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Hickeys happen. They're normal." She smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "But seriously, right on your neck? A little more careful next time, yeah?"

"Necks are like...rookie territory," Olga added, grinning.

"Come on! I didn't plan it! It just happened," Y/n groaned, her face still bright red.

"You've got training tomorrow," Alexia said, her tone softening with a hint of concern. "You'll probably want to figure out how to cover that up. I'm pretty sure everyone on the team is gonna notice. Trust me, they can spot a hickey from miles away."

"Why do you say that?" Y/n looked at Alexia out of the corner of her eyes. "You've had hickeys?"

"Of course she has," Olga cut in, grinning wickedly. "She's not a nun, cariño."

Y/n's eyes flicked back to Alexia, who was suddenly very interested in the rug Olga had bought last week.

Alexia was the most put-together person Y/n had ever met. Her capitana was focused and professional...she just couldn't picture Alexia walking around with a love bite.

Y/n had been living with Olga and Alexia for a fair share of years and–thank god– she never noticed any hickey or well...anything between the two of them.

Unfortunately, by the way both Alexia and Olga blushed at her question, it was safe to say Alexia did have her moments with hickeys, but Y/n just never noticed them.

Ignorance really was a virtue.

"Okay..." Y/n said slowly, backing away from the living room. "Ew."

"Hey, we didn't ew you?" Olga protested. "Don't ew us! Like Alexia said, hickeys are normal and–"

"Please stop talking right now," Y/n said, already on the stairs.

"When two people love each other–"

"Nope!" Y/n blurted as Olga started talking

She practically sprinted up the stairs, her hands over her ears. "I don't wanna hear it! I'm good! I'm fine! No life lessons, please!"

"Coward!" Olga called after her, laughing.

Y/n groaned, slamming her bedroom door shut. Maybe she could fake an injury before training tomorrow. Anything was better than showing up with her glowing red lovebite for the entire team to see.Y/n had a feeling Alexia wasn't going to be on her side on this one.

"By the way," Olga called up the stairs, "Next time you're sneaking around with someone, maybe ask her to mark you somewhere less obvious. Just some friendly advice!"

"Stop talking!" Y/n's muffled yell came from behind her door.

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The next day, Y/n knocks on Alexia and Olga's door.

When she heard the sleepy 'come in' from Olga, she opened the door, lingering in the doorway.

Olga was clearly still trying to sleep, her face half buried into the covers. But Alexia was up already, her gym clothes on while she looked at the mirror and held her hair in a ponytail.

"Here," Y/n said, Alexia's hoodie folded neatly in her hands, and she handed it to her.

Alexia glanced at the hoodie, then at Y/n, and took a deliberate step back. "Oh no. Keep it."

Y/n frowned. "What? Why?"

"Because I don't know what else you've been doing while wearing that," Alexia said, eyeing it like it was contaminated. "I'm not risking whatever...teenage chaos you've dragged it through."

"I didn't—" Y/n started, but Alexia was already walking away, heading through the. "Alexia! I washed it! I literally wore it after the whole...kissing thing."

"Keep it!" Alexia called over her shoulder. "I'm going to the gym — be ready when I get back for lunch, and make sure Olga actually wakes up.

Olga murmured something in response and turned around, burning her face in the other pillow.

Y/n sighed, resigned to dealing with Olga, but at least she got to keep the hoodie.

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Notes: Please let me know what u guys think <3