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would you write a fic about lovie meeting luca and his wifes baby rosa?

hope you enjoy, i added my own little bit to it🫣 but here’s that feeling again

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that feeling again | alessia russo x child!reader

-> based on this request🍼

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you'd dressed yourself for the occasion which was obvious to anyone who saw you.

you'd picked a denim shorts with had patchwork on them as the design, a purple hoodie with sparkly stars, and your no so white crocs which had little football gibbets on which you had said made you look 'super cool'

in your hand was esme, your beloved stuffed elephant, who'd been through enough adventures to look legally classified as 'distressed.'

"mummy, do i have to share esme with baby rosa?" you asked as they pulled into the driveway of alessia's brother, luca and his wife lauren's house.

"no, lovie," alessia said patiently as she placed the car into park. "but rosa's just a baby. she won't want esme. she just wants milk and cuddles.

you looked unconvinced from your car seat. "she better not chew on him."

alessia stifled a laugh. "she won't, lovie. but you've got to remember, rosa's only a couple weeks old. you've got to be very gentle, yeah?"

you nodded gravely waiting patiently for your mummy to come and unbuckle your seat belt. "like when i pat the neighbour's dog and it smells like socks."

"sure.. exactly like that."

inside, the house was already alive with soft voices and the sound of your grandparents chatting in the kitchen. alessia's mum and dad had arriving just before you, arms full of home cooked food and gifts wrapped in pink tissue paper. the smell of tomato sauce and freshly brewed tea drifted warmly through the air.

your uncle luca met the two of you at the door, beaming. "there's the squad."

you wrinkled your nose. "i'm not touching your baby if she has wee on her."

"she's clean! i promise," luca laughed, ushering the two of you inside.

on the couch, lauren sat with rosa bundled in her arms. her hair was tied up messily, and she looked both glowing and sleep deprived in that way only new mums did. alessia remembered the feeling fondly as if it were only yesterday.

beside lauren sat alessia's mum, carol, looking fondly at the newborn in her arms as you tiptoed closer, eyes wide and filled with curiosity.

"woah, she's smaller than my football," you whispered to your mummy as you tugged on the bottom of her sweater slightly.

"she is," lauren said gently as she looked at you with a warm smile. "but just as much trouble."

rosa stirred then, stretching one arm dramatically like she was waking from a century-long nap. you gasped. "she's doing yoga!"

there was a laugh from the whole room, and you stepped forward protectively, eyes narrowing when your uncle giorgio swooped in dramatically with a camera and an obnoxiously shiny baby bib.

"shush she's sleepin'," you snapped, positioning yourself in front of rosa like a tiny security guard. "don't stress her out."

carol smiled from her place on the couch. "protective already. she's a proper big cousin."

"oh lovie is taking it very seriously," alessia said, watching as you leaned down and whispered instructions into rosa's tiny ear—probably something about biscuits or cartoon rankings.

carol looked over at alessia, a soft knowingness in her eyes. the look all mums had. "watching her like that doesnt give you a little bit of the baby fever?"

alessia blinked, startled by the suddenness of the question. "me? no. god, mum, i've only just figured out how to handle one."

carol smiled, amused but unconvinced. "you're doing a better job than you think, less."

alessia let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "no, seriously. lovie still eats toothpaste if i'm not watching. and she thinks hot dogs count as vegetables."

"that's the typical five year old," carol said simply, still looking at alessia as if looking for something that could say alessia was feeling that way. "and you're raising a good, kind and caring little girl."

that should've been the end of it. but as alessia looked over and saw you gently rocking rosa in your lap with the help and support from lauren but it was still her wild child sitting still for once, completely entranced by your baby cousin—something unfamiliar tugged deep inside alessia's chest.

it wasn't longing, not exactly. not the way alessia felt when she first found out she was pregnant with you. that had been panic wrapped in uncertainty, followed by love and instinct and the steepest learning curve of her life.

this was quieter. softer. more like... curiosity. the question of what if?

but no. alessia couldn't. not now. not with her career still demanding so much from her. not with the way each day moved so fast. not with the way her relationship was with leah and the way it was blossoming so well.

not with you still needing so much of her. alessia wasn't ready to start from scratch again. she was just getting the hang of bedtime without tears…well, some nights.

and yet—

"less," carol said gently, watching her daughter's expression shift even as alessia tried to hide it but a mother always knew. "i wasn't trying to get in your head. just... you've always had that heart. the one that holds more room than it realises."

alessia smiled thinly, forcing a shrug. "one at a time, mum. that was my rule."

but even as alessia spoke, rosa gave the tiniest squeak in your arms, and you looked up—eyes wide, proud, and completely in love.

"mummy?" you asked suddenly. "yeah, lovie?"

"can i have a baby too?"

alessia blinked. "you mean like a toy?"

"no. like a real baby. a sister. or a brother, but i'd rather a sister. then i could teach her everything, like how to play football and where we hide the chocolate biscuits."

the room went quiet for a beat too long.

alessia opened her mouth, closed it again, then laughed nervously. "lovie, baby that's not really how it works."

you shrugged, completely unbothered, to innocent to really understand why. "well, it should be. you just get one when you're ready, like a puppy."

"i'm not ready," alessia said quickly. "no way. not even close."

you turned back to rosa, undeterred. "okay. i'll wait."

and just like that, you went back to gently patting rosa's blanket with a seriousness that made you look far older than five.

alessia looked at her mum, whose smug little smile was already in place. "don't say it," alessia warned under her breath.

carol just sipped her tea, shaking her head slightly. "hey.. i didn't have to."

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not alessia’s brother gio going on love island

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out loud | lia walti

-> based on this request🏅

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the beat of the music pulsed through the floor of the club, mixing with the roar of laughter, clinking glasses, and the electric energy of victory. arsenal had done it, they'd won the whole thing.

they'd been in from the start, since the qualifiers and now the team was walking away with gold medals wrapped around their necks. so the after party was nothing short of euphoric.

you leaned against the edge of a velvet booth, your usually calm demeanor softened by two, maybe four celebratory drinks and the glow of triumph. you watched as your teammates dance, limbs loose with joy, their faces flushed from the night's high.

your girlfriend, lia was across the room, her brunette hair catching the rotating lights, a quiet storm in the chaos. she wasn't really drinking, she'd always been a couple and done — but there was a smile on her face that you loved more than anything.

it was rare, this version of lia: open, unguarded. vulnerability and victory mingled in her expression.

you didn't see lia approach you until she was close enough to reach out and tuck her fingers into the hem of your top, the champions 25 ones, the ones everyone was wearing back to front.

"can we talk?" lia asked, her voice soft but certain.

you straightened, instantly alert. "yeah, of course."

you both moved to the side, you leaning against the bar, as the music continued to thump around them. this part of the function room was quiet, well as quiet as it could be. you could hear lia without having to ask her to repeat herself seven times.

you turned toward lia, reading the flicker of emotion in her eyes — nerves, resolve, maybe something else. then lia looked up, and her words knocked the air out of your chest.

"will you kiss me?"

you blinked. "you what?"

lia took a breath, eyes not leaving hers. "i said, will you kiss me?"

you looked around instinctively — the room was far from empty. a few staff ordering more drinks, phones scattered around the room recording the memories as the team danced. "lia of course but are... are you sure? this isn't... what we do. not out here. not in front of people."

lia stepped closer, her hand finding yours. "i know. but i'm tired of being careful. tired of hiding. this is one of the biggest nights of our careers and i don't want to pretend anymore. i want to celebrate with you — not just behind closed doors."

you hesitated a little, not because you didn't want it — you ached for lia sometimes, even when they were curled up right next to each other in bed — but because the two of you had spent so long being deliberate. protecting something sacred.

but the look in lia's eyes? that wasn't uncertainty. that was freedom and love.

so you closed the gap.

you reached out, cupping lia's face with both hands, your thumbs brushing lightly over the familiar ridges of her cheekbones. lia leaned in, breath catching, her hands sliding up under your jersey and anchoring there, fingertips splayed against your waist like she needed to feel all of you.

and then, you kissed.

it started slow — a delicate press of lips, reverent and steady — but deepened almost instantly. you tilted her head, pulling lia closer, her body sinking into the touch she'd denied in public for far too long. lia's fingers curled tighter at your hips, and you felt lia exhale shakily, melting into the kiss like she'd been holding it in for months.

it wasn't rushed. it wasn't performative. it was full — of history, of quiet mornings and long flights, of laughter muffled under duvets, of i-miss-yous whispered in hotel beds. it was a kiss that said i see you. i choose you. right here, right now and always.

the two of you pulled back slowly, foreheads touching, breath mingling in the crisp air.

someone gasped — a sharp inhale of surprise from the same side of the room they were on.

you glanced up to see leah, phone frozen mid-record, jaw hanging open. "i— sorry!" leah stammered. "i think i caught you two on film. i was just filming beth’s dancing and then- i didn't think,, i'll um, i'll delete it obviously."

you looked at lia. lia looked at you. and the two of smiled."post it," you said, voice quiet but sure. leah blinked. "hang on. are you sure?"

lia nodded. "we're done hiding."

leah looked like christmas had come early. "oh my god, finally."

as leah dashed back inside, presumably to rally the group chat before the internet, lia curled into your side, her cheek against your shoulder.

"think they'll talk?" you asked, already knowing the answer, you didn't need to ask. of course everyone would, ask questions it was natural.

lia just smiled against you before shrugging, completely unfazed at the thought. "eh, let them."

you kissed the top of her head, then again, on her temple. and under dimmed lights and the whisper of night air, you finally felt something you hadn't dared to in public before.

pride. peace. love. out loud.

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Could you please do a fic for wally 🥰

Maybe her and r have been dating for a year or so but have been very private about it to the outside world. Only their teammates and families know. At the championship league after party wally asks r to kiss her. R is taken aback and is like what !? (Not that she doesn’t want to she does but it’s not what they do). Wally goes on to say that she’s sick of hiding and being careful , she wants to be able to hold and love on reader on the best night of their careers so far. So they do and maybe one of the teammates catch them in a video and go to delete it but the pair say post it 😀

loved this one! here’s out loud

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I was going back through some of the older Lovie’s fics, and I just realized the irony that Harrison didn’t want to keep the baby because wanted to focus on football and going pro, which didn’t workout for him. Meanwhile, Alessia kept the baby and ended up going pro while raising her by herself

tbh i don’t think a lot of things worked out for harrison in this universe… (i still sometimes when writing him into the story have a small soft spot for him🫢)

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busted | alessia russo x teen!reader x leah williamson

-> based on this request:)

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you tiptoed through the front door, gently easing it shut with the quietest click you could manage. the house was dark—silent. a victorious little smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. maybe you’d actually managed to pull it off.

"told them i’d be home by ten..." you whispered to yourself, slipping off your shoes and glancing at the clock on the wall. 1:14 am. not ideal. but if your mums were asleep, maybe the lecture could be skipped entirely.

you crept down the hallway like a ninja in your hoodie and socks, avoiding the creaky floorboards as you climbed the stairs tactically, outside the bathroom with the precision of a seasoned pro. your bedroom door was within reach now. just a few more steps, and—

click.

the overhead light snapped on. you froze like a deer caught in headlights.

leah was standing by the light switch, arms folded across her chest, eyebrows arched in that very specific "oh, really?" way that made your stomach drop instantly—busted!

and there, sitting calmly on your bed like a queen on her throne, was your mum alessia. her expression wasn't angry—just deeply unimpressed, which was somehow worse.

"well," alessia said, your mum’s voice gentle but sharp as glass, "this is quite the entrance."

"i—uh—hi?" you offered, trying a sheepish smile unsure of what to really say.

"don’t'hi' us, y/n," leah said, stepping further into the room. "do you have any idea what time it is?"

"i lost track! we were just at poppy’s and then we went for milkshakes and then we were talking and i didn't realise—"

"—that your phone exists?" alessia cut in. "or that we're your parents, not your roommates?"

you looked down at the floor. "m’sorry..."

leah sighed, the fight already draining from her. "we’re not mad, we're just worried. you can't just disappear like that. next time, call. even a text would do."

"i will. i promise."

alessia stood, brushing a wrinkle out of her sweater. "good. now get changed and get to bed. we’ll talk more tomorrow."

you blinked. that was it? no grounding? no lecture that lasted longer than the actual time you were late? maybe you had gotten away with it.

you shuffled over to her bed not before both your mum and mama placing a kiss to your head as they whispered there goodnights, as you glanced back as your mum stepped toward the door.

but just as the light dimmed and the door began to close, alessia’s voice drifted in, perfectly calm:

"and don’t think this is you getting off lightly missus. you’re on dishwasher duty for the next week."

the door clicked shut. you flopped onto your bed with a groan. busted, well and truly.

[enwoso]

Could you write something where teenage lovie comes home really late and Leah and Alessia catch her

cute and short one! here is busted

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back to friends | alessia russo

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alessia stood at the window, watching the rain blur the city lights. the apartment was silent, except for the hum of the radiator and the faint shuffle of you behind her. she hadn't turned around yet. she wasn't sure she could.

she heard the rustle of a jacket being draped over a chair, the soft sigh of exhaustion then, finally—

"you could at least look at me."

alessia closed her eyes, "i don't know if i want to."

you let out a breath, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, "right because if you do, you'll remember, and we're not supposed to do that, are we?"

alessia's fingers curled against the windowsill. she wanted to be angry. she wanted to turn around and say, 'what did you think would happen? that we could cross every line and pretend we hadn't?'

instead, she held onto those words, held onto the truth. "it's not easy, is it?" she whispered, her voice just barely being able to be heard.

you didn't answer right away, then softly you spoke, "no it never is."

alessia swallowed hard, she felt the weight of every time they had been here before, standing at the edge of something that was too dangerous to name.

the two of you had been best friends. then, you'd been something else's. and now, well now the two of you were—

what?

alessia turned, finally and the sight of you nearly knocked the air from her lungs. you looked wrecked. your curls were still damp from the rain and your arms were wrapped tightly around yourself as if you were holding something in. maybe everything in.

alessia hated you for looking like that. for making this harder.

"we said it wouldn't happen again." she said. it wasn't an accusation. just a fact.

you have a small but broken smile, "and when have we ever been good at keeping promises?"

alessia's throat burned. never. not once.

the two of you had always done this — gravitated back to each other like the tide, no matter how many time the two of you swore you wouldn't.

growing up, you and the blonde had been inseparable, two kids covered in dirt and bruises from the endless hours spent playing football in the local park.

you were the first to quit, trading the late night training sessions for lectures and classroom whirl alessia kept playing chasing something neither of them could quite name.

you'd had tried to stay as just friends. but that had never been the whole truth, had it? truth be told the two of you had always been, more than friends.

alessia glanced over, taking in the your lips pressed together, how you avoided eye contact. alessia knew that look. she'd seen it before, after the first time you'd kissed — hesitation wrapped in longing, guilt laced with something they couldn't undo.

she crosses the room before she could stop herself. you flinching, barely, but she caught it. and it hurt way more than it should have.

"y/n.." alessia's voice cracked as she stood in front of you, her heart breaking with each fleeting moment.

you inhaled sharply, "we keep trying, don't we? we keep saying we'll go back to friends like it's something we can just step into again."

alessia knew what you were going to say next, she could feel it coming, curling in the air between them — ready to land like a blade.

"but we can't," you whispered.

alessia pulled back, just enough to see your face. take in your beauty maybe for the last time, "then what are we supposed to do?"

your eyes were glassy, on the verge of tears streaming down your face, your bottom lip trembling. "i- i don't know."

that was the problem, wasn't it?

alessia wanted to say it, so badly. she wanted to shout that this wasn't fair. that she was tired of pretending this thing between them wasn't just something they could erase in a second. that it wasn't just one night, or two or even a mistake by any meals that they could fold up and put away like it was never there.

it was them. it had always been them. and still, still— "i took the job in manchester."

alessia let out a small breath, like the air had just been punched from her lungs. like she couldn't breath. of course. of course you had.

of course this was how it ended.

"good, that's good." alessia said, even though it wasn't. she was lying straight through her teeth. it felt as though something was ripping inside of her, tearing at the edges.

you made a quiet, wounded noise. you knew alessia too well to know when she was being sincere and when she wasn't. "don't do that."

alessia blinked at you. "do what?"

"act like it doesn't matter."

alessia felt something snap. "and what do you want me to do, want me to say, y/n?" she demanded. "beg you to stay? tell you that we can't keep doing, whatever this is, forever?"

your face crumpled as you shook your head. "no."

"then what?" alessia's voice broke. "because i can't keep pretending like i don't care. i can't sit across from you and go back to talking about football and weekend plans and—and act like i don't know what you sound like when your under me."

you closed your eyes, like you could just block it all out if you just tried hard enough.

alessia shook her head, tears burning at the edges of her vision. "tell me how i'm supposed to go back to just friends, because i don't fucking know anymore."

silence. a long, aching silence.

then, barely above a whisper—

"you already are." alessia inhaled sharply at the sudden harsh of your words, but you were already reaching for your coat, already moving toward the door.

this was it. no big fight. no dramatic ending. just a quiet undoing of something that was never meant to fit neatly into words.

your fingers hesitated on the door handle. "i don't want to lose you."

alessia wiped at her cheek which was now wet from the tears that were strolling silently down her cheeks. "you already have."

you didn't turn around. didn't say anything. you just left.

as alessia stood there, staring at the empty space where you had been, the ghost of your touch still lingering in the room.

maybe one day, they'd figure out what came next. but tonight, the two of you weren't back to friends.

you were nothing at all.

[enwoso]

Hiii, are you open for request?

yes go for it!

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four years on | alessia russo x child!reader

-> this has been in the archives for a while, as well as we haven’t heard from a certain person in this universe for a while..👀

grumpy universe | in terms of timelines i would say this makes sense to take place just after lovie meets him for the first time

the late afternoon sun pooled across the floor in a soft amber light, casting a warm glow over the living room. a quiet hum filled the space — the faint whirring of the fridge in the kitchen, as well as the occasional chirp from outside. it felt.. still.

alessia handed harrison a mug of tea, careful not to spill as she sat down opposite him. her eyes flicked towards the hallway.

"she's out cold," she said softly, tucking her legs beneath her. "didn't even fight it. just curled up with esme and crashed." the three of you having been out for the morning, dotting from the park, the playing football on the field to a cute corner cafe on the outskirts of london.

"esme?" harrison asked, eyebrows raised. he was still all too new to this concept of being a 'dad' it was only the second time alessia had even let him see you.

alessia smiled faintly as she nodded. "her toy elephant. she's had it since the hospital, foxy- i mean emily bought it for her before i flew home. i don't think she's slept without it once."

he nodded slowly, sipping his tea, though the warmth didn't settle him at all. his eyes wandered the room, pausing on the framed photos on the shelves — ones he hadn't seen before. moment he wasn't there for.

the silence stretched for a beat too long. alessia noticed the way his eyes darted from each picture, the way his hands fidgeted around the mug, like he didn't know what to do with them.

then she stood up without a word and walked into the hallway, there was a storage room under the stairs. reaching for a box which sat on the counter — worn, slightly faded at the edges and brought it back into the living room.

sitting beside him this time, close enough that their shoulders were nearly touching. as she placed the box on the floor between them.

"i kept everything," alessia said quietly, almost like she was admitting something.

harrison looked down at the box, then back at the blonde, "everything?"

alessia hummed, "yep, every scan photo, her hospital tag, every photo, even the silly little polaroids i took when i couldn't sleep."

she opened the box, the smell of old paper and lavender floating up faintly. alessia reaching inside and pulling out a book — it was filled with grainy, black and white photos.

"this was the first scan," she said, holding it out. "i was eight weeks, i couldn't take my eyes off it, i just sat and stared at the picture for hours."

harrison hesitantly took it with both hands, cautiously, like it might tear just from him looking at it. he blinked a few times, hard. "she was just... that?" he said quietly.

"yeah," alessia breathed. " that little dot changed everything."

more photos came. another scan photo, 18 weeks. alessia found out the gender. then followed the photos from the gender reveal, her parents and brothers flew out as she's surrounded by her college friends as pink confetti exploded around her. her eyes wide with joy, disbelief and something almost wild in emotion.

"i know i wasn't ready," she admitted. "but from the moment i found out, i loved her from that second."

harrison let out a shaky breath, rubbing his thumb along the edge of the photo. "i should've been there-"

"you weren't," alessia said simply. "but i was. and i don't regret that."

alessia reached for another - a blurry photo taken from a hospital bed. a tiny wrinkled baby photo of you wrapped in a white blanket and wearing a striped hat. your hospital bands, almost too small to be real hung around your wrist.

"i was terrified," alessia whispered a faint smile on her lips as she looked at how small you were, it feeling like just yesterday but also a lifetime ago for her.

"she was so quiet at first, i thought—" her voice breaking for a second, before she cleared her throat. "then she let out this cry, like she was announcing herself to the world."

"and that's the infamous esme?" harrison asked as he pointed to the little elephant plush nestled at the end of the bassinet on the photo.

"yep, that day i just held her. i didn't want to let her go like if i did she would just disappear." harrison didn't say anything, jest kept looking, not just at the baby, but also at alessia in the photo. her face, puffy-eyed and exhausted but still the happiest he'd ever seen her.

there was a silence, then another photo. you only a few months old, lying on a playmat with wide eyed and chubby cheeked as you reached up towards the camera.

a frame later, you were nestled between a bunch of united players after a game.

"meeting the girls," alessia said softly. "she was the team mascot for the entire time we were there, they treat her like she was her own - just like they do again at arsenal."

"god, she's beautiful," harrison said, voice cracking just slightly. "she's so big now, but... she still looks like that. her eyes."

"i see you in her," alessia said without hesitation. "fire and soft edges but filled with confidence and sometimes speaking without thinking just like you."

he shook his head, still staring down at the photos. "i missed... everything."

alessia let out a slow breath. "yeah. you did." he flinched at that. honest. heavy.

but then alessia looked at him, really looked, and there was no malice in alessia's eyes. no resentment. just truth, and something else.

"but," alessia said gently, "sometimes things don't go the way you imagine."

harrison turned to alessia, eyes searching. "what do you mean?"

"i mean," alessia said, setting the last photo down, "i thought it was going to be you and me raising her maybe we'd still be in states who knows. thought we'd fight over names, argue over what car seat to get, cry in the middle of the night together."

her voice softened, more reflective than bitter. "but it didn't go that way. and i was angry for a long time. sad, too. but then... i got to know her. all of her. every tiny little quirk that others wouldn’t even sense. and i realised... me and her still made it. she's still here. still so kind, still so bright. still whole."

harrison's eyes were glassy, jaw tight. "i don't deserve to be a part of that."

alessia tilted her head. "maybe not yet. but you showed up. so maybe that’s worth something."

he let out a shaky breath, leaning back into the couch like the air had been knocked out of him. "i don't even know where to start."

"start small," alessia said. "start by remembering her favourite colour. ask her what she dreams about as that imagination of her is big. tell her your favourite food. let her teach you."

harrison looked down at the photo in his lap — you at your first football match, arms raised, mouth open in glee. "i want to learn everything," harrison said.

alessia smiled slighty, a quiet kind of tired. "then you're already doing better than you think."

harrison sat back, quiet now, fingers still gripping the photo of you in your football onesie. his eyes had gone distant, like the weight of it all was still sinking in—like it was too much and not enough all at once.

alessia leaned forward again, elbows on her knees, staring at the floor for a long moment before she spoke. "you know," alessia started, voice a little rougher now, "after you left... i hated you."

harrison looked up, startled, but alessia wasn't looking at him. alessia was somewhere else, back in those first weeks.

"i mean—i really hated you, harrison. like this deep, aching kind of hate that settled in my chest and wouldn't move. it was in everything. the way i made my coffee. the silence when i got into bed each night. every time i picked up my phone and remembered you weren't calling."

alessia's voice cracked, just slightly. "i couldn't even look at your name in my contacts. i deleted your number. swore to myself if i ever saw you again, i'd walk the other way."

harrison opened his mouth, maybe to apologize, maybe to explain—but alessia held up a hand gently.

"you don't have to say anything. just—let me finish."

alessia swallowed, pulling in a shaky breath. "i went through that pregnancy angry. not all the time—there were good moments, beautiful ones—but underneath it all was this... sharpness. i couldn't understand how you could disappear. how someone who’d held me and seen me so vulnerable at times and promised to love me could vanish the second it got hard."

harrison's throat bobbed. he looked like he'd aged ten years in that moment.

"but then," alessia said, quieter now, "something happened. i was about... seven months along. huge bump. uncomfortable. couldn't sleep, heartburn was kicking my ass. and lovie—she kicked. hard."

a soft smile tugged at alessia's lips despite everything. “and i remember putting my hand there, right where she was, and thinking, 'it's just us. and maybe that's okay.' i realised i wasn't doing it for you anymore. i was doing it for her. for me. and it was like this fog lifted."

alessia turned to harrison now, meeting his eyes. "i stopped hating you."

harrison blinked quickly, like the words hit harder than he'd expected.

"i didn't forgive you, in-fact i don't think i ever will" alessia added. "i still had bad days. but that anger stopped owning me. i made peace with the fact that you weren't going to be there. and that i could still be a damn good mum without you."

alessia sat back, folding her arms over her chest—not defensive, just steady. "and i was. i am. but now you're here. and that's complicated."

harrison's voice was barely above a whisper. "i don't expect you to trust me. or even like me for that matter."

alessia gave a soft laugh, a little bitter, a little warm. "yeah, well. it's not all about me anymore, is it?" alessia gestured toward the hallway, where the faint sound of your sleepy breathing could be heard. "it's about her. and whether you can show up for her the way you didn't for me."

harrison nodded slowly, eyes still glassy. "i want to."

"then do it. no big promises. no speeches. just be there."

another long silence. not uncomfortable—just full.

then harrison spoke, voice hoarse. "thank you. for keeping all this. for showing me."

alessia looked down at the photos again. "i didn't keep them for you."

"i know."

"but in a strange way.. i think... maybe i'm glad you saw them."

alessia and harrison sat like that a while longer, the light shifting across the room, the quiet pressing in soft and steady.

and maybe, for the first time in a long time, it didn't feel like history. it felt like something new.

[enwoso]

right swipe, right time | alessia russo

-> based on this request🩷

masterlist

alessia didn't mean to download tinder.

well... okay. technically, she did. but it was through pure peer pressure. elite-level peer pressure.

it was one of those rare, peaceful nights on england camp. no media obligations. no early morning session. just music, snacks, and eight girls crammed into one hotel room in matching lionesses training hoodies, flopped on each other's beds with face masks and football socks still on.

"admit it," ella said, sipping from a bottle of lucozade. "you're hopeless. you haven't even looked at anyone since—what, 2021 when you got with that girl in-?"

"oi," alessia replied, shoving a pillow at her hoping the rest of the sentence wouldn't follow. "not everyone needs a tinder girlfriend and a backup date."

"i need to have a backup," ella scoffed. "just let us be your wing women."

chloe popped her head up from the floor. "you, though, less? you're like a nun with abs."

"excuse me?"

"i'm just saying, you've got biceps and absolutely no one to appreciate them. it's tragic really."

the teasing escalated until ella snatched alessia's phone, cackling. within minutes, the group was huddled around it, swiping through profiles with ruthless commentary.

then chloe stopped. "wait. wait. look at her."

the girl on the screen had sun-warmed skin, a long sleek ponytail with a silver chain around her neck and a smile like it came easy.

the profile read:

y/n, 26.

📍aussie in london

dog mum, football, coffee, beach, sarcasm. swipe right if you can deal with my accent😉

alessia blinked. "she's australian?"

"even better," leah said, not even looking up from her phone. "less commitment, more fun." ella laughed and swiped right before alessia could protest.

it was a match. you messaged first.

you: ‘so... you're the type who let her friends swipe for her?’

alessia: ‘and who told you that??’

you: ‘you did. in your bio. it says not my idea.’

alessia: ‘touché.’

you: ‘how do you feel about a flat white and great company.’

you were clever. funny, but not in the exhausting ‘trying-too-hard’ way. you admitted your accent made ‘no’ sound like ‘naw,’ were fluent in football slang props to having a football mad brother and dad growing up, and had some pretty strong opinions about oat milk.

on the second day you sent a photo of your dog - a tan mutt with ridiculous ears, one permanently flopped sideways.

you: ‘this is roo. he's 40% kangaroo, 60% drama queen.’

alessia: ‘did you really name your dog after a kangaroo?’

you: ‘duh what else am i supposed to name the most aussie thing i've owned while here in london?’

alessia laughed so hard she nearly dropped her phone.

you and alessia talked for hours. that night. the next day. the next. alessia didn't want to jinx it, but something about you stuck in her head.

so when you casually said on facetime, "i know a place that makes coffee almost as good as back home. want to judge it together?", alessia couldn't stop herself before she said yes.

⸻

you arranged to meet just outside of st albans, outside a quiet café nestled between a vinyl shop and a bookstore that always smelled like cedar. the place had one of those wood-paneled signs and hanging plants framing the doorway.

you were already there when alessia arrived — leaning on the railing, sunglasses tucked onto the top of your head, wearing black jeans, a red nike hoodie with a white tee poking out from underneath the hoodie making you look so effortlessly put together.

and you brought roo. a worn blue leash in one hand as roo sat obediently at your side with his tongue lolling out like he owned the street.

"so this is the infamous roo?" alessia asked as she crouched down to scratch behind his ear with a wide grin.

you grinned cheekily, "he wanted to see if you were worth my time."

"and?"

"jury's out, depends on how good your coffee order is"

inside, you and alessia sat at a corner table by the window, roo laid under the table, head on your foot like a sleepy chaperon.

the cafe was cozy, a little too warm with soft music playing and the smell of fresh espresso lingering in the air as the conversation flowed as if they'd known each other longer than a few days.

the two of you talked football, you had played through your youth before switching to the more fitness route of personal trainer. talked music types. favourite food. best goals.

alessia recounted her childhood to you about growing up with two older brothers who tackled her in the garden until she toughened up. you had similar instead yours was more squabbles with your brother about whose turn it was to chose what to watch on the tv.

the two of you laughed, a lot and alessia found herself more relaxed than she had felt in ages.

after coffee turned into a walk through the park, roo trotting between the two of you like he belonged to you and alessia. when you both stoped on a quiet bench, the city loud and buzzing behind them. you gently nudged alessia's shoulder.

"you've got a great laugh," you said, you voice a little softer now - not flirtatious, not teasing. just honest.

alessia blinked, caught off guard a little. "that's random."

you shrugged, but there was a flicker of something more vulnerable in your eyes. "just been thinking it all afternoon. every time you've laughed, i've wanted to hear it again. i dunno. it's like.. it sounds a little like home, even when nothing else here does."

that brought alessia up short — in the best way. her pulse fluttered a little. the wind tugged at a loose strand of hair near her cheek, and you reached out instinctively, brushing it back gently with the back of your hand.

"and," you added, gaze holding hers, "i-i really want to kiss you."

alessia didn't say anything at first. she just stared at you — at the slight flush on your cheeks, the careful tension in your posture, the way your thumb brushed against her own jeans like you were grounding herself.

"i thought you'd never say it," alessia said quietly almost whispering. you smiled, just barely.

alessia leaned in, slow and sure, her hand resting lightly on your arm. your faces hovered close, breath mingling in the space between the two of you. when your lips met, it wasn't fireworks or drama — it was warm, slow, and steady. like the start of something that didn't need to rush to prove itself.

alessia's lips were soft, patient — like she didn't want to take too much, just enough to say this is real.

you smiled into the kiss, nudging your nose against alessia's as she deepened it for just a heartbeat more, letting herself melt into the moment.

roo let out an exaggerated sigh at your feet, flopping down dramatically like he'd seen this all before.

you pulled back with a quiet laugh, your forehead resting lightly against alessia's. "well," you murmured, "guess you passed his test too."

alessia's grin was wide now. "should i be relieved or insulted that your dog is the final judge?"

"trust me," you said, brushing your thumb gently across alessia's hand, "he's got excellent taste."

⸻

fast forward a few weeks — text messages, video calls, one stolen weekend when you and alessia both had a spare weekend — and suddenly it was the champions league final.

most of alessia's teammates had someone in the crowd. family, partners, whole sections of fans in their shirts. alessia didn't expect anyone but her parents and family to be there.

so when alessia jogged out for warm-ups and caught a flash of that same sleek ponytail under a baseball cap, sitting behind the dugout with a massive arsenal flag scarf draped over your shoulders, alessia's heart just stopped.

you grinned at alessia from the stands and sent a message.

you: ‘go win it, star girl. i'm here. you've got this and you deserve this so much🏆’

the final whistle blew.

the roar hit first — a wave of noise so loud it felt like it shook the air itself. arsenal had done it. champions of europe. alessia stood frozen for a second, boots rooted to the grass, blinking up at the stadium lights through tears she hadn't realised were already falling.

a brutal, brilliant final. 90 minutes of fight. blood, grit, and everything they had left in them.

now there were arms around alessia — teammates screaming, laughing, crying — someone pouring champagne over her back, another dragging her into a pile-on. alessia laughed so hard she nearly dropped to her knees, adrenaline flooding her body until she was floating.

confetti exploded from the stands like rain. gold, silver, red — blinding under the floodlights. they lifted the trophy. alessia's medal felt heavy and strange around her neck, like it wasn't real yet.

somewhere in the middle of the chaos, she remembered to look toward the tunnel. and there you were.

you stood just past the barrier, half-hidden by stewards and staff, but alessia saw you instantly. somehow, even through the din, even with a stadium erupting around her, alessia's eyes found yours.

"you came?," alessia said breathlessly as she stumbled toward you, cheeks flushed, hair soaked, half-covered in sweat and sticky champagne. alessia's voice cracked on the last word.

you smiled — wide, proud, and maybe just a little teary yourself. "of course i did. you think i was gonna miss the love of my life win a champions league medal?"

alessia froze mid-step, slightly caught off guard. "you just said—"

you smirked, raising an eyebrow slightly . "too soon? i'm australian. we move fast."

alessia laughed, dazed and glowing, before pulling you into a quick, messy hug. a one you didn't want to end, at least not yet. but before either of you could say more, a voice rang out:

"well, well, well. whose this?"

chloe kelly. grinning like a madwoman, dragging leah along behind her, both still in full kit, cheeks streaked with war paint and joy.

leah narrowed her eyes. "wait hold up... this the aussie?"

"the tinder aussie?" chloe gasped. "you're real?!"

you, cool as ever, extended a hand, voice deadpan with just the right touch of theatricality.

"y/n. from sydney. like coffee, dogs, and a certain blonde striker who wears number 23."

chloe collapsed into giggles so violent she almost dropped her phone. "she's perfect. and you've been hiding her! wait till i tell ella about this!"

alessia groaned, trying to tuck herself partially behind you. "can everyone not make this a thing?"

"too late," leah declared, already snapping a photo. "group chat is getting this in two minutes. tooney is gonna have a field day!"

you leaned toward alessia's ear, your voice low and warm beneath the chaos. "i'm stealing you in five minutes. you've earned my full attention and unlimited kisses for the night and maybe the rest of eternity!"

alessia turned to face you, her medal bumping softly against her chest. her eyes were tired and shining. "only if i get the right side of the bed."

you grinned. "done. whatever you wish, with my hoodie on the side"

and then, right there, in front of teammates, staff, her family, and 60,000 still-cheering fans — you kissed her. it wasn't rushed. it wasn't shy. it was the kind of kiss that told everyone watching: this is real.

alessia leaned into it, one hand finding the hem of your coat, the other curled into your hoodie, grounding herself. you tasted like mint and stadium air and something steadier, something safe.

when you finally pulled back, alessia's smile was soft and breathless. for once — champagne in her hair, confetti in her eyelashes, teammates heckling in the background — alessia didn't care about the noise, the cameras, or what tomorrow would bring.

for once, the chaos was absolutely worth it. alessia had swiped right for the right person. her right person

[enwoso]

With you saying about alessia my reader

Could you do one where they meet on tinder? Maybe alessia downloaded it as a joke or for a date by the girls in England camp and she actually gets along with reader and they have a date etc, she turns up to the champions league final and alessia is shocked but also equally as happy as she’s not the only one there without a person?

i may have got a little carried away, but lowk love this one,, here’s right swipe, right time

[enwoso]

what could go wrong? | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

-> based on this request!

grumpy masterlist

the day had started with good intentions. leah had basically dragged alessia and ella into the uber, grinning ear to ear as leah handed them their gift bags filled with two of the fluffiest white robes and a voucher for the best spa in central london.

"hot stone massages, champagne, hydrotherapy. you never treat yourself less," leah said, ushering them towards the curb.

alessia looked back at the house, worried. "i don't know, babe. lovie.. well you know she's been a bit... cheeky and a handful lately."

"cheeky?" leah snorted. "she's five less, she's building personality. i've handled katie mccabe after a red card. i'm sure i can handle one lovely kid."

alessia gave leah a look, a one where she wasn't fully convinced leah knew exactly what she was signing herself up for.

"i'm just saying le—she did convince your mum she could have a pet snake last week. a real one."

"hey where is the belief? i've got this," leah said, famous last words was they. smug and completely unaware of what lay ahead. "you, ella, spa day! me and y/n? we're bonding."

alessia climbed into the uber slowly. "alright. but if she destroys the house, just remember... you begged me to go."

⸻

the belief leah so confidently had this morning, yeah? well that was slowly but surely disappearing as the day went on.

leah stood in the doorway of the kitchen, one hand gripping a mug of coffee that had long since gone cold. the other was limp at her side, fingers twitching slightly as she processed the absolute devastation in front of her.

the living room— a once a calming, adult space with neutral tones and framed prints with a tidy corner dedicated to your toys—now looked like the aftermath of a toddler-led rave.

there was marker on the wall. not washable. on the wallpaper alessia had picked out after three hours in wallpaper isle of the home store.

toothpaste was foamed into your curls like a failed tiktok hair tutorial. and the glitter? there was glitter in leah's tea, glitter on the furniture, and leah could swear some had somehow ended up on the light fitings.

"how—" leah mumbled, eyes wide as she took a cautious step into the war zone, "—how did this all happen in thirty minutes?"

across the room, perched like a diva on the sofa, you sat wearing a tiara slightly askew and oversized sunglasses that probably belonged to alessia. you were calmly feeding gummy bears to the dog—waffles—while whispering conspiratorially into his floppy ear.

"don't tell her, waffles. it's a secret mission." waffles wagged his tail, clearly thrilled by the attention and sugar.

leah was still in joggers and her old arsenal hoodie, as she pulled out her phone and typed like her life depended on it.

le: 'this is a code red'

le: 'there's glitter in my tea'

le: ‘and she has drew a moustache on my framed england shirt’

le: ‘less... she used PERMANENT marker’

three blinking dots appeared, alessia had read it but then disappeared. then came the a reply alessia had clearly been waiting to use:

less<3: ‘sorry i'm currently unavailable during this time. enjoying my well deserved spa day 💅💖’

leah stared at the screen, blinking once. then again. "cruel," leah muttered. "so cruel."

⸻

a few hours had passed and while leah had managed half a mug of tea without glitter it was clear your chaos was far from being over. as leah was now crouched in front of you like she was giving a post-match pep talk.

"angel," leah tried, crouching in front of you, hands on her knees like leah was addressing a rogue teammate mid-match. "how about we do something... quiet. reading? a puzzle? or we can talk about our feelings?"

"i feel like you're boring," you deadpanned, pushing up her tiny sunglasses before turning back to your game with your dolls.

leah blinked. she didn't know whether to laugh or cry as leah rubbed her temples, stepped over a discarded barbie torso, and typed out a desperate message:

le: ‘i kid you not she's just called me boring’

le: ‘my ego is bruised. my shirt is ruined. the dog may be traumatized.’

le: ‘i want a refund on the spa voucher. or motherhood. whichever is easier.’

no reply.

you zoomed past on a makeshift ‘skateboard’ made out of a laundry basket, yelling "I AM QUEEN OF THE FLOOR" and bumping into the dining table leg with a dull thunk.

waffles barked. a glass trembled on the counter. "why is she always right.." leah whispered, alessia’s words of worry echoing in leads mind.

now it was raining. of course it was. because why not add a bit of pathetic fallacy to leah's slow descent into madness?

you were now sulking in the corner, wrapped in a blanket like a tiny, grumpy burrito. the latest tragedy? you had attempted to give your barbie a haircut and now the doll looked, in your words, ‘like a very sad potato with no dreams.’

leah didn't even have the energy to argue. instead she picked up the half-eaten slice of toast from the table, gave it a sniff, and tossed it directly into the bin without even breaking eye contact with the five-year-old.

leah typed again.

le: ‘i've lost control of the household. she's running a glitter cartel and i think i'm on her hit list’

still no answer.

the tv was playing bluey in the background. the smell of baby shampoo and peanut butter lingered in the air. leah’s phone buzzed.

less<3: ‘having the best time. my skin is glowing. love you girls, hope your having fun!😘’

another message followed from ella:

tooney: ‘tbh we both said you were doomed. but thanks for the spa, never felt so fresh xx’

leah groaned into her sleeve, 'having fun' was one way to sum up leah's day.  as then from the living room, a tiny voice shouted, "mama! i poured juice on the floor so the waffles can ice skate!"

leah stood up slowly. "of course you have," she muttered. but then, as leah walked into the mess, you ran up to leah, arms wide open, juice on your shirt and glitter in your hair.

"i love you, mama," you said, entirely unprompted.

leah melted, on the spot practically as she rubbed your back, "...i take it back. maybe you're only slightly half satan."

⸻

when alessia finally walked in through the door, fresh-faced and glowing, leah was lying flat on her back on the couch, as leah stared at the ceiling like she was seeing into another dimension.

the only sound was the gentle hum of bluey in the background.

alessia peeked into the living room. you were curled up on leah's chest, fast asleep, your little fingers tangled in the strings of leah's hoodie.

waffles was beside them, also asleep, with a tiara lopsided on his head. leah raised one hand in the air as alessia approached a tried and dopey looking smile on leah's face.

"i have glitter in places no glitter should be," leah said, voice hoarse. "she called me a boring noodle. and if your wondering why the kitchen floor is sticky she built a juice rink for waffles."

alessia bit back a laugh, crouched beside leah, and kissed leah's temple. "you've done great, babe."

"no. i want vengeance. you can take her next time. i'm keeping the spa trip for myself next time."

"noted," alessia smiled as she lifted a blanket to lay over you kissing you on the forehead. "but hey... what could go wrong?"

leah groaned. "never say that again."

[enwoso]

idk if you are taking requests but maybe a fic of lovie going through a naughty phase and leah being left to deal with it. like lovie is sassy and rude and causes mischief

loved this one! here is what could go wrong?

[enwoso]

best kind of chaos | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

-> based on this request!☀️

grumpy masterlist

it was barely ten a.m. and in the greece sun was already touching 35°C, the kind of dry heat that made the sand feel like walking on toast. but you, of course, was entirely unbothered by this.

alessia was trying to apply sunscreen to you as you became very wriggly, and kept insisting you ‘didn’t need it because you were part camel now.’

“camels till get sunburn, lovie" your mummy muttered, wrestling you into stillness while leah filmed the whole ordeal from her lounger, laughing.

"are you helping or being a terrible girlfriend?" alessia asked over her shoulder.

"i’m documenting memories," leah replied casually. "for when she's sixteen and hates us and i need proof she once liked us and thought camels were her cousins."

once you were lathered in spf fifty and released, you ran into the distance close to where the sea could touch your toes but no further as you screamed “FOR THE DRAGON KINGDOM!"

"have we entered a fantasy phase?" leah asked, sipping her slushie again.

alessia sighed before giggling watching you pick at the sand as you jumped a little each time the cool sea water touched your toes. "i’m pretty sure we live in it now."

"look, mummy! i’m a sand dragon!" you screeched, running back towards the loungers, your legs and feet absolutely covered in sand.

alessia, perched under an umbrella with sunglasses too big for her face and a rapidly melting iced coffee in hand, blinked. "what happened to building a huge castle?"

"i changed my mind," you called back, digging what looked like a moat with a plastic spade and one bare hand. "dragons are more interesting. and hotter. like here."

leah snorted from beside alessia, reclining with a slushie that you had demanded your mama "share or perish." "she’s got your dramatic gene."

alessia tilted her head, her mouth slightly wide. "you mean she’s picking up on your habits and attitude”

leah gave her a faux-offended look. "hey i’m very calm. i have slushie energy."

"not when someone steals your straighteners."

"that happened one time—"

but the two were interrupted by a tiny voice shouting, "mama mama, I NEED YOU!" like it was a code red problem and with your big imagination it probably was.

leah groaned good-naturedly and got up, placing her drink down on the little table. "there’s my cue."

alessia watched, heart full, as leah knelt beside you, as you were now presenting a wonky sand structure with a bucket on top and two palm leaves sticking out.

"this is your sand castle-slash-dragon cave-slash-ice cream shop," you explained seriously. "we sell ice cream and roars."

"what flavour roars?" leah asked, trying not to laugh but saying in deep character.

"strawberry-screamy."

lunchtime had came around and as you three found a cute little place near the beach for food you had insisted they all order ‘round food’ so they were now eating mini pizzas and olives while you carefully placed all the things you didn’t like on your mummy’s plate — like the olives.

alessia leaned across the table. "this is definitely not relaxing, you know."

leah smiled sweetly. "it’s better." leah then leaned over to close the gap between her and alessia sharing a kiss just as you gasped dramatically.

"mummy! mama! you can't kiss right now—my dragon ice cream shop is OPEN!"

leah raised a brow. "does it sell parent-free minutes?"

"no," you said, very serious as you shook your head. "but it does sell quiet juice. it orange. but it's only pretend."

⸻

lunch was well over as the three were now back in the beach, you building your dragon ice cream shop more as you’d dragged leah back over to help.

the sun hung lazily overhead, glinting off the warm sea water as the heat had mellowed into something almost dreamy, and alessia, miraculously, was alone. sort of.

alessia was stretched out on a lounger under the shade of a palm, eyes closed, soft music playing through one airpod. a half-empty iced drink sat on the little table beside her. peace. quiet. no sand in her hair, no tiny voice calling her name on repeat.

in the sea, about ten metres away, leah was playing water dragons with you—an elaborate game that mostly involved roaring, splashing, and you riding on leah’s back pretending you were a ‘sea unicorn but also a lifeguard.’

alessia smiled without opening her eyes as she could hear leah’s elaborate story telling and your giggles.

five minutes. that’s all alessia needed. five—

"MUUUMMMMYYY!"

alessia sat up just in time to see a blur of the pale blue flower patterned swimsuit and wild curls come bounding from the water, with leah chasing behind yelling, "angel! wait—your feet are all wet—"

too late.

you launched yourself at the sun lounger like an olympic event, landing directly on alessia’s towel-covered legs with a squelch. water. everywhere

alessia let out a yelp as cold pool drips soaked her cover-up.

"lovie!" alessia laughed, trying to wriggle away but only succeeding in getting wetter. "you little monster!" you beamed, entirely unbothered, limbs slippery and gangly as you wiggled up beside your mummy.

"i missed you," you announced cheerfully, wrapping soggy arms around your mummy’s middle.

leah jogged over, breathless and grinning, towel slung over her shoulder. "i told her you needed a break."

alessia smirked, smoothing your wet curls back from her face. "i had a break. it lasted exactly four minutes and forty-three seconds."

"oh a record!," leah said proudly. "we’re improving."

alessia rolled her eyes fondly, shifting so you could snuggle in closer. despite the dampness, you were already blinking slowly, body limp with that familiar post-swim exhaustion.

"she’s gonna crash," leah whispered, watching you with a soft smile.

alessia nodded, running a hand up and down your back, which was still damp but now wrapped loosely in a fresh towel. "dragon patrol has really wore her out," alessia murmured.

within minutes, you were asleep—one hand fisted in your mummy’s top, your breathing soft and steady, a tiny whistle escaping from your nose.

alessia didn't move. didn’t dare.

leah leaned over and kissed the top of your head, then pressed a warm kiss to alessia’s cheek too. "peace now?" leah asked, teasing.

alessia smiled, her arms wrapped around the little bundle of joy and chaos and sunscreen that was you. "yeah," alessia whispered. "but i kinda liked it better with the chaos."

leah settled in beside the two of you on the edge of the lounger, resting her head against alessia’s shoulder. "me too."

you were well and truly asleep now, curled like a cat against alessia’s chest, your towel cocooned tight and your little foot twitching every so often from a dream no one could access.

leah stayed close, perched at the edge of the lounger, one arm slung lazily over alessia’s legs. her other hand was tracing small shapes against alessia’s shin, like she didn't even realise she was doing it.

for a while, they just existed like that—together, quiet, listening to the soft rustle of palm leaves and the occasional splash from other guests in the sea.

then leah leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to alessia’s lips, slow and unhurried. treasuring the fact that they could have this little moment without you fake gagging around them.

"y’know," leah murmured against alessia’s skin, "the girls are probably halfway through their second round of daiquiris in ibiza by now."

alessia chuckled softly, adjusting you just a little as she shifted. "bet katie's already lost her shoes."

"and beth’s probably dj’ing off someone's portable speaker," leah added with a slight chuckle

they both laughed—quiet, breathy laughter so they wouldn't disturb your tiny sleeping dragon form in alessia’s arms.

leah brushed a damp strand of hair from alessia’s forehead and rested her hand on her cheek. "do you miss it?"

alessia looked down at you, who had just started sleep-mumbling something about mermaids and orange juice, then up at leah with a smile so full it could split her heart.

"i miss sleep. i miss wearing white without getting yoghurt handprints on it. i miss silence sometimes. but..." alessia shook her head softly, her eyes glassy with warmth. "no. i don't miss that. not really."

leah nodded, her thumb tracing gently along alessia’s jaw. "me neither."

they sat in that tiny moment, love stretched between them like a hammock—warm and steady and swaying in the soft breeze. "feels like we're in our own world, doesn't it?" leah said.

alessia turned slightly and kissed her. properly. unhurried, sun-warmed, soft. the kind of kiss that felt like home. when they broke apart, leah’s eyes crinkled. "she’s gonna wake up in an hour and scream for ice cream for dinner."

"i know," alessia said, brushing her thumb across your cheek. "and we'll let her. even if she only eats two bites and then drops the rest in the sand."

they both laughed again. alessia reached for leah’s hand and laced their fingers together over your tiny sleeping form.

"we could be in ibiza, sure," alessia said softly. "but we're here. with her. with each other. and i wouldn't trade that for a thousand daiquiris."

leah squeezed alessia’s hand. "not even the strawberry ones you love?"

alessia gave leah a playful glare. "especially not even the strawberry ones."

leah leaned her head back on alessia shoulder, eyes closed now, breathing in the coconut sunscreen, salt water, and the quiet weight of the best kind of love.

and under the greek sun, wrapped in towels and laughter and the kind of peace you only earn after a wild morning, they stayed there. just the three of them. exactly where they were meant to be.

[enwoso]

Could you write Leah, lovie and Alessia going on their first family holiday together

due to popular request! here’s best kind of chaos