Alessia Russo x Reader
Don’t do that
Wordcount: 657
Alessia Russo MasterList
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Warnings: VERY SAD VIVID IMAGINE OF SAD ALESSIA, short.
You were sitting on the couch, casually flipping through your phone, when Alessia came into the room. Her usual, cheerful smile was on her face as she walked over to you, ready to greet you with one of her sweet, affectionate nicknames, but this time, you decided to play a little prank.
“Hey, Alessia,” you said, not even looking up from your phone.
Her smile faltered, just slightly, but she didn’t say anything. It was rare that you called her by her full name, usually sticking to “baby” or “darling,” so the sudden shift in tone caught her off guard.
“Alessia, are you hungry?” you asked, still not looking at her.
She blinked, a confused frown tugging at the corner of her lips, but still, she didn’t respond right away. You could see her standing there, waiting for something more, but you were resolute in your silence.
You continued scrolling, pretending not to notice how her shoulders slumped, or the way her gaze lingered on you, her face softening into a pout. She didn’t say anything, but you could see the gears turning in her head. She was wondering what was going on, why you were acting distant.
“Do you want anything to eat? Or maybe some coffee?” she asked gently, her voice betraying a hint of concern.
You didn’t answer. You simply shook your head and turned your gaze back to your phone, giving her no attention. The silence between you both felt heavier now.
Alessia took a step back, her eyes shifting between you and the ground. She could feel the subtle sting of worry creeping up. Maybe she did something wrong. She was sure of it now. You must be mad at her for some reason. You hadn’t called her “baby” or “darling” in what felt like an eternity, and the thought of upsetting you made her stomach twist.
“Sweetheart, if you’re upset, you know you can talk to me, right?” she asked, her voice quieter now.
Still, no answer came from you, and Alessia’s heart dropped. She stood there for a long moment, unsure of what to do next. She didn’t want to press you further, but the thought of you being upset was gnawing at her.
But then, as you glanced up at her, your heart almost stopped. Alessia stood there, looking down at you with big, slightly teary eyes, her lower lip trembling, a pout that was hard to ignore. She was so vulnerable in that moment, and it broke your heart.
She must have felt so hurt, thinking you were angry with her. You couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Less,” you started softly, voice full of regret.
She met your gaze, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears, as her voice came out in a whisper. “Do you not love me anymore?”
Your heart shattered at the sight of her, and you rushed to her, pulling her into your arms, cradling her face in your hands.
“No, no, no, baby, I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I was just messing with you. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You know I love you so much, right?”
She let out a soft breath, her pout slowly fading into a small smile as you wiped away a tear from her cheek.
“You promise?” she asked quietly, looking up at you, searching your eyes for any trace of dishonesty.
“I promise,” you said, leaning in to kiss her forehead softly. “You’re my baby, always.”
She smiled, a little more relaxed now, and wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug. “Don’t ever do that again,” she mumbled into your chest.
You laughed, holding her even tighter, your heart full of love and guilt. “I won’t, I promise.”
The prank had backfired in the sweetest, most heartfelt way possible, and as you held Alessia close, you couldn’t help but smile. You’d never call her anything but “baby” or “darling” again.










