Glitter in my Eyes

I: What the hell did I wake up to?

Glitter in my Eyes

Riven x Reader x Darcy?

Chapter I: What the hell did I just wake up to?

Authors note:

Alright, before I start, I know a lot of people aren't gonna read this, I’m bored. There is very little on the Winx in general, and I liked this guy as a kid. I have a thing for jackass muscle, guys. Also, this mf needs to get smacked in some moments, and Imma do it.

For context on the reader and how I wanna make this follow the good parts of the show but still have my own originality mixed in, the reader is Bloom’s parents bio kid a year before Bloom gets taken in, she aint gonna be a fairy.

Yeah I know the show is about fairies and stuff but somebody needs to be the normal bitch on campus with common sense and can do the obvious shit in the girls' situations. Also somebody needs to tell the Trix bitches to fuck off. There will be a part that won't make sense but neither does the show's logic and common sense make any sense either.

Reader is bi, when there is an outfit outting or like a dance scene I’ll try to find an outfit for the reader to wear, or I might draw one of my own to sprinkle in some creativity, or yall can look at Pintrest, idc, I'm not gonna make you guys suffer with the crop top and glitter mini skirts with skinny ass stomachs. Like their intestines are non-existent, that's why we never see them actually eating.

But anyway, make fun of this if you want, I judge it as I make it. You cannot comment on something I haven't judged about this mid-2000s horridly written storyline fanfic yet. 

Anyway, you're normal, you're bi, your gonna hit Riven and get hit on by two toxic characters.

Also yes I'm aware this is mid-2000s timing when the show came out but I’m going with my tech stuff because of convenience, like a laptop and a normal phone.

Lesgo

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Your point of view

You were hard asleep. Leg off the side of the bed, drool, blankets everywhere, you were sleeping well. You crashed out so hard, you didn’t hear the knocks at your door. Your sister, Bloom, opened your bedroom door and sighs in disappointment at your room. You were in no way a clean person. You had a pile of laundry in a corner of your room, your desk had scattered papers all over, sticky notes on your laptop, a few empty mugs, your shoes were carelessly thrown to the side, and your bag was hanging off the corner of your bed.

You had some posters scattered around your walls, along with some fake plants hanging from your ceiling. You weren’t really into the fairy thing like Bloom was, but you liked the art style in them. Kiko, your sister's little rabbit friend, hopped into your room, jumped onto your bed, and tried to pat your face to wake you up. You stirred awake, creaking an eye open to see the strangely purple bunny right in your face. You moved an arm up to pet his head, before turning to Bloom, unamused.

“You’ve got five seconds,” you said bluntly. “How generous.” She sassed. “Mom woke me up telling me we had school.” “And your dumbass fell for it, hah,” you dryly chuckled. She rolled her eyes. “Anyway-” you didn’t let her talk because you had already sat up, got a small box out of your nightstand drawer, and threw it at her. She slowly lifted the lid and saw a small golden crown inside. She looked at you. “What is it?” You look at her with a blank expression. “A unicorn. What do you think? Now move I’m hungry,” you said sarcastically before nudging her arm to the side.

You went into the kitchen and got a bagel from the counter. “Good morning (N/n),” your dad said. “Morning,” you muffled. Bloom came out shortly after you. “Good Morning, sunshine!” he said to Bloom. She didn’t say good morning back and talked to your mom about working in the shop during her break. You roll your eyes. It isn’t that bad to work in her flower shop. You got fake plants cause you know you can’t take care of real ones like she does, plus they last forever.