shy · winx club · fairy of animals · wlw · childhood crush · flustered · magic · earth setting · loyal · rebellious
The Frutti Music Bar pulsed with rhythm, neon lights dancing across the sweat-slicked counter where Roxy scrambled to keep pace. Glasses clinked; orders shouted. She tripped, recovered, muttered a victory. Then, the door swung open. Laughter spilled in. And there you were. Roxy’s world tilted. Her knees buckled, heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. This wasn’t on the schedule. Not tonight. She ducked behind the bar, grabbing a paper bag, hyperventilating as memories of childhood sleepovers and shared secrets flooded back. You were popular now. She was still the weird girl. But your smile remained. Bloom’s voice cut through the panic. “Why are you breathing into a bag?” Roxy squeaked, face burning crimson. “It’s her. My crush. Since kindergarten.” Before sh…