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[irenewritesthings]

✨🧇 This Place is Magic 🧇✨ Pre-order Gifts!

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[ash-and-books]

Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb:

For everyone who found comfort, laughter, and warmth within the pages of This Place is Magic, this collection offers a chance to step beyond that orange door and stay a little longer.

Through eight interconnected stories, each told from the perspective of a different character, spend more time with Eunjae, Jiyeon, and the members of Apollo while they face the choices they’ve made and the future that awaits them. Hear all the gossip. Spy on the group chat. Lounge by the pool with some K-pop idols hiding from the public eye. In every story, discover what happened over the course of a summer filled with new experiences and shifting relationships.

A continuing exploration of brotherhood, family, and fame, This Song is Ours expands a beloved world while also serving as a bridge to the duology’s forthcoming conclusion. Irene Te returns with the humor and heart that captivated readers of her debut novel, inviting them to linger in the cozy booths at Wanna Waffle, stroll along sun-soaked suburban streets, and shout from the balconies of grand seaside hotels. Enjoy a front row seat as loyalties are tested, love endures… and one impulsive revenge plot changes everything.

Review:

A adorable return back into the Wanna Waffle world with our favorite boyband Apollo and a look into their life and possible future. Filled with heartwarming moments, mischief, and just a sweet atmosphere, this was such a cute return into one of my favorite cozy reads. I adored the first book and this book expands on both the band members, the family, the fame, and of course the romance! This book serves as a bridge for the duology's forthcoming conclusion and I would absolutely recommend picking this series up if you love cozy cute romances or sweet k-drama vibes. I love the way each of the characters are so well fleshed out and distinct from one another ( I am of course, a Max bias girl). The interactions between the band and the Hans was so sweet and you just feel like you can make yourself right at home with them. I adore the way Irene writes these characters and the world she builds. If Apollo was a real band you bet I would be buying their concert tickets and following along with all the band drama. Its a cute read and an overall great series that I definitely would recommend!

Release Date: January 7,2025

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Irene Te for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[sanza-17]

Mpreg is real, Todd Howard told me personally 🙏

original meme by @/the_angler_mann on twt

[ego-osbourne]

elder scrolls for: bivvy

I don’t have art to post so have some dumb screenshots and other things that have been accumulating

Praise be…

the twins

thank you @orioncorium for this one

@mellowscrolls and I had complaints

yeah I’m sure

Iren silly

[t-lane-writes]

Bluesky #WIPSnips

[Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration]

Black Wings, by T. Lane, scene #11

#WIPSnips word for Jan 3rd "accept"

Image ID: On a faded background of a stormy cloud above desert, text as in the body of the post. end ID

“I have to get her dressed.” It was annoying that he came and managed to get Maisie do what she’d been trying to accomplish for the last half-an-hour. Nevertheless, Zo'rene needed help. If Kenaed was offering, acting like she was still upset with him wasn’t a good way about it. She should accept the peace offering. Except, she couldn’t. Not just like that. First, they had to have a conversation about what happened, she wasn’t going to pretend like everything was cool, just because he brought Maisie a present.

Reposting this here, because I like the pictures I'm making for those snippets. And they are shorter than my usual ones. I'll keep making those longer ones though, no worries, at least until I'll run out of properly written chapters. :)

tagging: @drippingmoon, @hithelleth, @echo-bleu, @did-i-do-this-write, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary

[date-prisa-estamos-leyendo]

A pesar de todo se dejaron matar tan lejos de casa que una vez muertos no supieron volver.

Te di ojos y miraste las tinieblas, Irene Solá.

[the-bloodrose-gemstone]

Morrowind is the superior Elder Scrolls game purely because you can make the fizzy lifting drink.

[kur00c4t]

[irenewritesthings]

This Place is Magic

✨🧇 April 30, 2024 🧇✨

💌 Request an early copy! 💌 https://bit.ly/TPIMsignups

After missing his flight back to Seoul, a disillusioned K-pop idol finds love, acceptance, and the strength to fight for his own happiness at last.

As a member of the internationally beloved K-pop group Apollo, Eunjae has learned firsthand that fame and fortune come at a steep price. But leaving it all behind is easier said than done, and it seems Eunjae has no choice but to continue… until he steps through the orange door at Wanna Waffle on the way to the airport, fails to catch his plane to Seoul, and upends his entire existence.

Jiyeon and her family don’t know the truth about this quiet, handsome stranger who stumbled into their restaurant. Regardless, it’s clear that he needs them. And the longer he stays, the more Eunjae realizes that he might just be willing to trade the adoration of millions for home, family, and even one chance at true love. But his powerful entertainment agency will never let him go without a fight, and Apollo’s fate hangs in the balance along with his own. If Eunjae hopes to win, he must stand his ground and fight back — not only for himself, but for the brothers who have loved and supported him all this time.

Brimming with warmth, waffles, and too many brothers, This Place is Magic will resonate with any reader searching for a comforting escape. Debut author Irene Te delivers a cozy contemporary read interwoven with found family and gentle romance. Step through that orange door for a heartfelt, hilarious, and irrepressibly hopeful journey of self-discovery, perfect for fans of Axie Oh and Jenny Han.

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb: After missing his flight back to Seoul, a disillusioned K-pop idol finds love, acceptance, and the strength to fight for his own happiness at last. As a member of the internationally beloved K-pop group Apollo, Eunjae has learned firsthand that fame and fortune come at a steep price. But leaving it all behind is easier said than done, and it seems Eunjae has no choice but to continue… until he steps through the orange door at Wanna Waffle on the way to the airport, fails to catch his plane to Seoul, and upends his entire existence. Jiyeon and her family don’t know the truth about this quiet, handsome stranger who stumbled into their restaurant. Regardless, it’s clear that he needs them. And the longer he stays, the more Eunjae realizes that he might just be willing to trade the adoration of millions for home, family, and even one chance at true love. But his powerful entertainment agency will never let him go without a fight, and Apollo’s fate hangs in the balance along with his own. If Eunjae hopes to win, he must stand his ground and fight back — not only for himself, but for the brothers who have loved and supported him all this time.

Brimming with warmth, waffles, and too many brothers, "This Place Is Magic" will resonate with any reader searching for a comforting escape. Debut author Irene Te delivers a cozy contemporary read interwoven with found family and gentle romance. Step through that orange door for a heartfelt, hilarious, and irrepressibly hopeful journey of self-discovery, perfect for fans of Axie Oh and Jenny Han.

Review:

When a famous K-pop star stumbles into a waffle house, the last thing he expects is to find happiness, found family, and possible romance... that is if he can remain hidden from his agency and his band. Eunjae is part of Apollo, an extremely famous K-pop band. Eunjae is tired, he wants to leave the band but he doesn't want to hurt his bandmates who he loves like brothers. Eunjae yearns for more, he wants freedom, he wants to escape the constant pressure, the fans, the spotlight, the grueling lifestyle that he never asked for and is afraid to leave in case he disappoints people. So when he stumbles across an orange door like the one in his favorite novel he goes inside... and is immediately warmly welcomed by a sweet waffle shop family. Eunjae meets Jiyeon, a sweet and beautiful girl who works in her families waffle shop. When it's time for him to leave he realizes he missed his flight and Jiyeon and her family welcome him to stay with them, no questions asked. The longer he stays the more he yearns to never leave. But his bandmates need him back, his company is threatening him, and his fans will come after him.... can he find a way to escape it all and hold onto this little bit of happiness that he's finally found? This was such a cozy little read, there was an adorable found family ( both Jiyeon's family and Eunjae's bandmates were all so sweet and cute), and the growth that Eunjae went through was a sweet read. This book really focuses on the struggles that many K-pop stars go through and I loved that this book was from Eunjae's POV. We get to see him dealing with so much and finding a way to go after his happiness and his own freedom, how he stands up for not only himself but for his bandmates. The romance was really light but it was sweet and cute, Eunjae and Jiyeon were a light and very supportive couple with cute moments. This book just felt like a warm hug, it's a cozy read that is perfect for reading at your favorite cafe (and with a waffle of course).

*Thank you to @irenewritesthings for this heartfelt story and @literaryinspired for bringing us together for this read. Ready for an escape into a world where authenticity shines? This novel is for you.  #LiteraryInspiredARCs *

[sanza-17]

going back to my ER armour redesign i also had the headcannon that during the fight with molag the vestige's hair glows almost like its fire if that makes sense? idk but i really wanted to draw it out so i made two versions just to see so i hope that u can tell the bottom version is supposed to look fiery🤧. And i like to think that after the fight and the effects of the amulet of kings has worn off Irenes hair has like a permanent faint warmth to it which sounds kinda nice tbh, her cat pudding likes it alot so🤷🏽‍♀️

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[ego-osbourne]

Many thanks again! This is GLORIOUS \o/ Gorgeous gorgeous, I’m really in love with this woodcut style <3 ;w;

Experimental commission for @ego-osbourne !

-Please do not reupload, edit, or use.-

[ego-osbourne]

Iren Remaster

Rakell is there too <33 Hunkified! Iren was the one to make him a bunk - consider this early on in their relationship

I’d been meaning to take another stab at Iren’s design, and I finally got around to it. It’s been a while! Made him chubbier, switched his primary colors from orange to pink, and made him a bit fancier over all. A lot of his new design aspects are darker in general, too.

I’ve also updated his lore since the last time I posted anything big about him. Under the cut! (Warning for general mention of c.annibalism, attempted assisted s.uicide [unsuccessful])

The climate of Valenwood at the time was in a recover stage after freeing themselves from the tyranny of the Camoran Usurper. Following his death, Valenwood saw a resurgence in tradition to oppose the previous forces they were ruled under. The Green Pact saw more popularity than it had in the last few centuries.

This is what Iren was born into. He grew up in a newly-liberated Valenwood, enjoying a cozy family life where he and his relatives followed the code of the Green Pact. Iren grew to be a troublemaker, though, and was scorned by his family. Ostracized, he left Valenwood and sought a new life in Cyrodiil.

For context, the rules of the Green Pact consist of this: 1) Harm no plant life; 2) Eat no plant life unless it has naturally fallen; 3) Let no felling of any creature go to waste; 4) Do not take on the shape of beasts; 5) Do not kill wastefully.

When regarding these rules, Iren had a lot of trouble adjusting to life in Cyrodiil. He was a staunch Pact Bosmer, among the few who cared even for the grass they stepped upon (Iren would wear shoes with healing enchantments on the soles, so that any grass he stepped on and harmed would be immediately restored). He considered all plant life sacred, not just the forest of Valenwood. He originally would not enter buildings made of/with wood if he did not know that it was rightfully obtained. Meat was far more expensive to buy in Cyrodiil than it was in Valenwood, and he always seemed to be low on money.

To remedy this issue, and already familiar with some areas of trouble, Iren found himself in the Green Accordance Affiliation. On the surface, the Affiliation appeared as a state-run pseudo-charity, promoting religious inclusion by raising funds and providing jobs for Pact Bosmer so that they may more easily carry out the Green Pact within Cyrodiil. In actuality, the Affiliation employed Pact Bosmer to get their hands dirty and breach county lines to settle disputes, most often through murder. These Pact Bosmer were most desired due to the Green Pact demanding they eat the bodies of their fallen enemies, and, so, there would be very little evidence left of the targets to trace back to the officials who had ordered them.

Iren did not miss the opportunity that the Affiliation gave, being reeled in on the promise that he was “cleaning up” Cyrodiil of the serial murderers and deviants that plagued it, and was eventually desensitized to the prospect of killing whoever his employers told him to, morally justified or not.

As Iren entered his autumn years, he found very little fulfillment in the Affiliation. Religious torment ate at him, as he knew had had been unknowingly and knowingly disobeying the “do not kill wastefully” rule. Moral torment gripped him, too, as he slowly realized there was no redemption for himself.

The Association was difficult to leave, however, due to its illegitimacy. The officials who backed it were paranoid of catching heat, and so threatened the Bosmer that they employed with torture and death if they were to ever speak about the Association or abandon it.

Iren spent many years in hiding. He had used the money he’d earned to make a cozy home in the Great Forest, and eventually sought a means of dying early. Finding a dremora (some years before the Oblivion Crisis), Iren taunted him into a game of cat and mouse with the ultimate goal being suicide in the end.

That end did not arrive. This dremora was Rakell, a Deadlands kynmarcher who had just left his post to enjoy the last few years Nirn had left to offer, as his Prince had plans for a great invasion in the coming future. Iren and Rakel grew to be fast friends, intrigued by one another’s lives, and Iren figured he might try and find one last sense of purpose in the few years remaining.

Iren could not seem to stay away from shadows, however. His self-loathing grew the more he remained within the peaceful life, and so, he sought distraction within the Dark Brotherhood. The DBH doubled as protection against the Affiliation, but would prove to be a point of major contention, anguish, and depression for Iren for as long as he remained within it.

And that’s what I plan to make a mini-fic about between The Dez Illusion and Mortal Intentions ;]

[date-prisa-estamos-leyendo]

Pero no se puede explicar cómo se hace una niña. No hay palabras para explicar cómo la hiciste, porque la hiciste como la tierra hace los árboles y los árboles hacen las ramas y las ramas hacen los frutos y los frutos hacen las semillas. A oscuras. Desde un sitio tan adentro que no sabías que sabías hacerlo.

Te di ojos y miraste las tinieblas, Irene Solá.

[holyblonded]

beggin’ | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader

summary: you beg alexia for a dog but she doesn’t believe your responsible enough

warnings: dog slander, hurt animal

notes: eagles won and i have been on a high 😭 but classes are canceled this week cause of the snow so enjoy

“So you hate me? Because that’s all I’m hearing,” you argued, trailing after Alexia as the two of you walked into the weight room.

The gym was already buzzing with activity—Aitana and Patri doing resistance band workouts, Mapi and Ingrid spotting each other on the bench press, and Vicky and Ona lazily stretching while gossiping about God knows what. You, however, were too focused on your current battle.

Alexia exhaled, pinching the bridge of her nose like she was already exhausted. “Estrelleta, no vuelvas a decir eso. Te quiero con todo mi corazón, pero no. (don’t say that again. i love you with all my heart, but no)”

The finality in her voice crushed your hopes… Again.

With a defeated sigh, you dramatically slid yourself down the nearest wall like your world had just ended. Ona and Vicky immediately burst into laughter at your theatrics.

“Oh no, she’s gonna start monologuing,” Vicky teased.

“Tragic,” Ona added, shaking her head.

Before you could hit full sulking mode, a tattooed hand appeared in front of your face. Lucy.

“Come on, drama queen,” she said, effortlessly yanking you off the floor and throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Still trying to convince La Reina?”

“She’s immune to my suffering,” you mumbled, allowing yourself to be guided toward the treadmill.

“What is it now?” Lucy asked, already looking amused.

“The puppy,” Ona answered for you, smirking. “She’s been denied again.”

Lucy clicked her tongue. “Rough.”

“Right?” You sighed as you climbed onto the treadmill, setting it to the slowest possible speed. “She doesn’t understand how much this means to me.”

“I understand perfectly,” Alexia called out from across the room without even looking at you. “I also understand that I do not need a dog destroying my apartment.”

“But I’d train it so well!” You protested, turning dramatically in her direction, which nearly sent you stumbling off the treadmill. Lucy had to grab your arm to keep you upright.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lucy chuckled. “You can barely train yourself.”

Vicky and Ona snickered from their mats.

“Et tu, Brute?” You gasped at Lucy’s betrayal.

“I’m just saying, if Alexia says no, you’re not winning that battle,” Lucy shrugged. “She’s got the stubborn gene.”

“No one’s ever won an argument against her,” Ona added.

“Except Irene,” Vicky pointed out.

“Yeah, but that’s because Irene fights dirty,” Lucy laughed.

You crossed your arms, still pouting. “I refuse to give up. She can’t resist me forever.”

Alexia, now stretching with Aitana, turned to glance at you. “Try me.”

The weight room erupted with laughter, and even you couldn’t help but grin. You weren’t giving up, though. One way or another, you were getting that puppy.

The apartment was dimly lit, candles flickering on the coffee table, giving the illusion of an intimate, important gathering. Alexia and Olga sat on the couch, arms crossed, faces unreadable, as you stood in front of them, remote in hand, ready to present your magnum opus.

A massive title slide was projected onto the TV screen:

“WHY I, ESTRELLITA, DESERVE A DOG (AND WHY YOU SHOULD LET ME HAVE ONE)”

You cleared your throat dramatically. “Ladies and, well, just ladies—thank you for coming tonight. I know you’re busy, Alexia with captaining, Olga with being very sexy, but this is a matter of utmost importance.”

Olga smirked, clearly enjoying herself. Alexia, on the other hand, was already rubbing her temples. Not a great start, but you pressed on.

“Slide one, please.”

You clicked the remote, and the next slide popped up. “REASONS I NEED A DOG” was written in bold letters, accompanied by an image of the saddest, most heartbroken puppy you could find on Google.

“Point one,” you began, pacing like a lawyer in a high-stakes courtroom drama. “Companionship. As a hardworking footballer and occasional agent of chaos, I deal with immense stress. A dog will provide me with emotional support, cuddles, and, most importantly, unconditional love.”

“You literally live with us,” Alexia interrupted.

“Exactly,” you shot back. “And yet, somehow, I still feel alone.”

“Wow,” Olga muttered, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

“Moving on,” you said quickly, clicking to the next slide.

This one had a picture of you edited into a stock image of someone running with a golden retriever. “EXERCISE AND FITNESS!”

“A dog will encourage me to stay active outside of training! Long walks, jogs, and playful activities will not only keep me fit but also keep me in peak condition for Barça. You both want me in peak condition, don’t you?”

“Or,” Alexia said, unimpressed, “you could just… go on a run.”

“Who am I, Eliud Kipchoge? No. I need a motivator.”

Alexia sighed. Olga, to your delight, nodded thoughtfully. “She makes a good point, Ale. Running with a dog is more fun.”

You gasped dramatically. “Thank you, my ally!”

“Don’t call her that,” Alexia warned.

Next slide.

“RESPONSIBILITY & MATURITY”

“With a dog, I will develop a deeper sense of responsibility,” you declared proudly. “I will wake up early to feed it, I will train it, I will clean up after it—“

Alexia held up a hand. “You literally leave your socks in the living room for days.”

“That’s different,” you argued. “A dog is a living being. My socks are… just socks.”

“You also ‘forget’ to take to take the trash out,” Alexia finished for you, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, but in my defense, the trash doesn’t wag its tail and look at me with big, adorable eyes when it wants to go outside,” you shot back, clicking to the next slide before she could counter.

This one was titled “LOOK AT THESE DOGS AND TELL ME YOU DON’T WANT ONE” and featured an entire collage of the cutest, most heart-melting puppy pictures you could find.

Olga audibly gasped. Alexia, despite her best efforts, blinked a few too many times at a particularly fluffy golden retriever puppy in the center.

“You like that one, don’t you?” you asked smugly, pointing at the screen.

“No,” Alexia said quickly, looking away.

“She totally does,” Olga whispered, nudging her.

“Fine,” Alexia huffed. “Yes, it’s cute. But cuteness is not a reason to adopt an animal!”

“That is literally the best reason to adopt an animal!” you argued.

Alexia groaned and slumped back into the couch. Olga, however, was still staring at the pictures, and you knew you had her right where you wanted her.

Click. Next slide.

“POSSIBLE NAMES FOR OUR FUTURE DOG”

“What do you mean ‘our’ future dog?” Alexia interrupted, sitting up again.

“Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue!” you said quickly. “Now, first name option: Messi.”

“Absolutely not,” Alexia deadpanned.

“Fine, fine. Option two: Little Estrella, or Estrellita Junior.”

“Pass,” Olga snorted.

“Okay, okay,” you sighed dramatically. “Final suggestion: Captain Paws or Captain Culer.”

Olga nodded her voice breaking the silence. “That’s actually not bad.”

“Thank you!” you beamed.

Alexia groaned, rubbing her face. “This is ridiculous.”

Click.

The final slide appeared, in all its dramatic glory: “WHY YOU SHOULD SAY YES – AN EMOTIONAL APPEAL” with a giant photo of you, making your best sad, pleading puppy eyes.

You turned to them, arms spread. “In conclusion, I am but a simple footballer, yearning for the love of a small, fluffy creature. I ask for nothing—except this one thing, this one chance at happiness. Will you grant it?”

Silence stretched in the room. You held your breath.

Olga exhaled, turning to Alexia. “You know, I think she’s really thought this through—”

“Don’t encourage her,” Alexia muttered.

“Alexia,” you said, your voice trembling dramatically, “are you really going to stand in the way of my happiness? My growth? My dreams?”

Alexia pinched the bridge of her nose, then finally groaned in defeat. “If—IF—we get a dog, it’s on you. You feed it. You walk it. You clean up after it. And the first time you forget, it’s my dog. Understood?”

Your eyes widened. “Are you saying…?”

“I’m saying I’m considering it,” Alexia sighed.

You let out an ear-splitting cheer, immediately lunging at her and wrapping her in a suffocating hug.

“Best decision of your life, Cap!”

“I already regret it,” Alexia muttered, but you could see the tiniest, smallest smile on her lips.

Olga clapped, laughing. “Well, I guess we’re getting a dog.”

You turned, grinning mischievously. “Now, about getting two—”

“Don’t push it,” Alexia warned.

The moment the final whistle blew, you sprinted over to Alexia like a woman on a mission. Your captain barely had time to process what was happening before you clung to her arm like a koala, bouncing up and down excitedly.

“Did you see? Did you see?” you exclaimed, practically vibrating with energy.

“I saw that we won and you scored a goal,” Alexia responded dryly, trying (and failing) to shake you off.

“Not that! That!” You pointed wildly into the stands, where a fan was proudly holding up a neon pink sign that read in massive, glittery letters: “LET ESTRELLA GET A DOG!”

Alexia stared at it, then slowly turned to look at you.

“You didn’t,” she said.

“Oh, but I did,” you grinned. “Posted it on my story this morning. The people have spoken, Ale. The movement has begun.”

“Estrelleta.” Alexia pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaling like she was gathering the last ounce of patience left in her body.

Aitana jogged over, took one look at the sign, and burst out laughing. “Oh my god, you’re actually rallying the fans?”

“Absolutely,” you said proudly. “Strength in numbers.”

Alexia rubbed her temples like she was fighting off a migraine. “You are unbelievable.”

“But lovable,” you shot back.

“That is debatable,” she muttered, but you could see the tiniest twitch of a smile at the corner of her lips.

As you all made your way off the pitch, you continued your relentless campaign.

“You know, Ale, dogs are great stress relievers,” you pointed out. “And I know how much stress you have. Wouldn’t it be nice to come home to a happy little fluffball that loves you unconditionally?”

“I already have you for that,” she deadpanned.

“Okay, rude,” you huffed. “But imagine—just imagine—a tiny puppy running towards you after a long day. Tail wagging. Ears flopping. Looking up at you with those big, round eyes—”

“You are not winning me over with emotional manipulation,” Alexia interrupted, stepping into the tunnel.

“Okay, but what if I told you I already have a list of shelters we can visit?”

“Of course you do,” she sighed.

Back in the locker room, you continued your noble mission. Even while changing out of your kit, you pestered her.

“Alexia, picture this: me, walking a dog in our neighborhood. Think of the aesthetic.”

“Alexia, a dog would be great company when you’re watching game footage.”

“Alexia, if we get a golden retriever, we could name it Oro! Like gold! Get it?”

“Alexia, please—”

“Y/n,” Alexia finally cut you off, slamming her locker shut. “I love you. But if you mention a dog one more time today, I will personally call Nike and have them cancel your entire cleat line.”

Your eyes widened in horror. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

You gasped dramatically, clutching your chest like she had just stabbed you. “I thought you cared about my happiness!”

“I do. Which is why I am going to shower in peace now, without hearing the word ‘dog’ for the next ten minutes,” she said, pointing at you warningly before walking off.

You pouted, watching her go.

Ona and Vicky, who had been eavesdropping the whole time, exchanged amused glances.

“You’re really not giving up on this, huh?” Vicky asked.

“Absolutely not,” you said with determination. “She’ll cave. She always does.”

Ona grinned. “I give it a week.”

“Ale will last at least two,” Vicky countered.

You smirked. “She’ll break in five days. Maximum.”

And with that, you pulled out your phone and posted another story: “THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES. #LetEstrellaGetADog”—complete with a picture of the fan sign from the stands.

Because if Alexia thought this battle was over, she had another thing coming.

The storm outside was relentless, rain lashing against the windows as thunder rumbled through the streets of Barcelona. The second you slipped through the front door, you knew you were in trouble.

You weren’t exactly subtle about it.

For one, you were soaked—dripping water all over the floor like some stray cat who’d just climbed out of a sewer. Your shoes squelched with every step as you walked to the stairs, and to make matters worse, you were gripping the straps of your suspiciously bulky backpack like your life depended on it.

“Estrelleta.”

You froze mid-step, eyes darting toward the living room.

Alexia stood there, arms crossed, her expression radiating ‘I am fed up with everything what have you done.’ Behind her, Olga was peeking over the couch, squinting like she was a detective in a crime drama.

“Uh… hey,” you tried, flashing a completely innocent smile.

Alexia’s eyes narrowed immediately. “What’s in the bag?”

“Nothing!” You answered too quickly.

Olga sat up straighter. “Then why do you look like you just robbed a bank?”

“I—what? That’s crazy!” You let out a nervous laugh, gripping the straps even tighter. “Can’t a person come home after a refreshing walk in the rain without being accused of high-level felonies?”

“In a thunderstorm?” Alexia deadpanned.

“…Hydration is important?”

Alexia didn’t even blink.

You took a careful step backward toward the stairs. “Anyway! I am so tired. I’m just gonna go upstairs—”

“Give me the bag.”

“Ale, let’s be rational about this—”

Alexia was already walking toward you, and before you could flee for your life, she snatched the zipper and yanked it open.

Immediately, a tiny, miserable whimper came from inside. Olga gasped as Alexia’s soul left her body.

Very, very slowly, you reached into the bag and pulled out a tiny, soaked, shivering puppy.

The little Presa Canario pup blinked up at them with big, glossy eyes, looking like the saddest little gremlin on the planet. One of his tiny paws was wrapped in a bandage, and his whole body trembled as he let out a soft, tragic little huff.

Olga? Immediate meltdown.

“Oh my god!” she squealed, grabbing his tiny face. “HE’S A BABY!”

Alexia on the other hand… immediate crisis.

“Estrelleta.”

“Before you say anything.” you blurted, clutching the puppy to your chest like a newborn child, “he was alone in the rain, Ale! He was limping, and he looked so scared, and I couldn’t just leave him!”

Olga was already cooing at the puppy, rubbing his ears. “Look at his little nose!”

“Look at his little future as a massive security risk,” Alexia countered, rubbing her temples. “Do you realize how big Presa Canarios get?”

“Big enough to protect our home!” you argued immediately. “It’s like free security! We won’t need an alarm system anymore!”

“You don’t even lock the front door half the time.”

“Because I’m trusting!”

“Because you’re an easy target for burglars.”

The puppy, sensing tension, let out a tiny, heartbreaking sneeze and rested his head on your arm like some kind of Oscar-winning performance in sadness.

Olga audibly gasped. “Ale, LOOK AT HIM. He’s one of us now!”

Alexia sighed like a parent catching their kid trying to sneak dessert before dinner. The puppy lifted his injured little paw like he was saying ‘help me, ma’am.’

Alexia groaned, rubbing her face. “I hate both of you.”

“So that’s a yes?” you asked hopefully.

“That’s a ‘we’re going to the vet first thing in the morning’,” Alexia muttered. “Then we’re going to the pet store, because we don’t have a single thing for a dog in this house.”

You and Olga erupted into cheers, bouncing the puppy happily between you.

“Thank you, Ale!” you beamed. “You won’t regret this!”

“I already do,” Alexia muttered, but her lips were twitching upward anyway.

[sanza-17]

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