#idk if i should thank or curse sky for introducing that feature

[yrsonpurpose]

CHARLES LECLERC Qualifying // Canadian GP 2023

[kuroos-moon]

with all that’s left, kenjirou

pairing: med student shirabu x hospital patient reader

summary: apparently, you’ve got limited time left. with that in mind, you don’t see a point to living through everyday, but changes in hospital rotations occur and a cold med student wounds up in your hospital room.

warning/s: hospital setting, terminal reader, pessimistic/apathetic thoughts

a/n: i might do a part two idk i lowkey could see this as a series just for the fun of it

wc: 3.4k 

Slowly blinking away the sleep from your eyes, you instantly recognize the absence of sunlight that’d normally leave you huffing and groaning by now. Your room was gloomy and dark, you realize, but it had to be daytime, as confirmed by the bland mechanical clock across from where you lay on your bed; you’ve grown accustomed to looking at it as soon as you woke up.

7:30 am, it read. 

Normally, you’d be up by seven sharp in courtesy of that psychotic nurse of a friend of yours, the room would be bright and sunny too unlike now. 

Plain white curtains were still over the window to your left, a few steps from your bed—it wasn’t wide, in fact, it was stupidly small considering that it was the only window in the room—but you’ve long ascertained that two people could stand together close enough and see through it comfortably.

Your days were uniformed. Your nurse would wake you up too damn early in the morning, try to radiate some happiness into you—not that you’re depressed—and then she’ll proceed with giving you your medication even though you could do it yourself, then she injects that stinging, numbing liquid in the tube that always made you feel sleepy, and lastly, she checks your vitals—your current state, your response to the treatment. 

You always loathe that part the most, although you appreciate her trying to ease it away with chitter chatter. She wouldn’t pass as an actress though even if her life depended on it, she couldn’t contain what she truly felt. It was painfully easy to tell you’re getting worse by the look on her face and her frightened, disappointed eyes—and it made you feel bitter, what else did you expect, Yui?

But of course you loved her too much to actually voice that out, she’s the only one who stuck around; and even if she denies it every single time, you know she gave up her dreams to live abroad to keep you company until your last breath. 

It’s neither a pro nor a con, but considering the lack of life in the room, you succumb to the emptiness, idly laying on your bed and getting stuck in a daze of nonentity as you stare up at the ceiling. It’s neither peaceful nor lonely either, it’s just reality. 

Hearing fast approaching footsteps getting closer, you know it could only be Yui, and for a split second you consider locking your door, her personality would only brighten up your room which was dark and gloomy for a change, and you wanted to leave it as it is.

Maybe she’ll let you keep the curtains closed if you begged enough. Maybe.

The door, which was to your right, slides open and you sigh—here we go. 

“Good morning y/n-chan!”

“Morning Yui,” you try to sound cheerful without looking at her. 

“Sorry I’m late! Had to take care of some things and I have sad news for you!”

You jokingly glare at her, “what do you mean you’re late? You don’t need to be here at all every 7 in the morning like a living alarm clock. I’m still a patient y’know, need sleep and all that.”

She only chuckles at you, heading for the windows to tie your curtains. 

“Can you leave them like that? I actually like it this way,” you mutter.

“Nope, let’s live in a vibrant environment shall we,” she muses, proceeding to open the curtains much to your distaste. Fortunately, even when she had them opened, the sky was covered with thick dark clouds—it would rain later on, but more importantly, your room remains bleak and lifeless.

“Why do you look so pleased?” She scowls at you and you grin. “My room reflects my withering life for a change.” It’s far too late the moment you realize you’ve said those words out loud. 

You don’t even need to sit up or turn your head to look at her to know she’s crying right now. Keeping your eyes closed, you listen to her mutter curses at you and how you should cherish the time you have left. 

It’s not that you’re depressed or bitter about how your life’s apparently fading away. But you’re much too realistic and you’ve long accepted that your life is fading away. There’s nothing you could do about it. You couldn’t bring yourself to be someone who appreciates every single second left or one who starts crashing out things from their bucket list either (you’re not even sure if you have one).

To you, your life is as good as gone. If it ends, it ends—it’s no big deal. And the fact that your mindset is so dull, your life painfully as monotonous, it’s not too much for you to ask for that your room should be the same. This sunless, dreary environment is greatly to your taste. Having it lit up so brightly, to add to that, Yui’s cheerful attitude, leaves you feeling like there should be more to your life than what it actually is: short and numbered.

“Said I was sorry,” you mutter, still lying on your back with closed eyes. She only sniffles, “try to lighten up the mood, will you? As I said I even have sad news.”

“Which is?”

“I’m not assigned to check on you anymore. There’s been a change in rotations with the increasing med students around.”

While it isn’t exactly sad news to you, it’s not pleasant either. It means that someone completely unknown to you would check your condition twice every single day.

“Who gets lucky enough to take care of me in your place then?”

She huffs and you could already tell she despises the person.  

“A fifth-year med student. He’s such a stuck-up, smart-mouth imbecile just because he gets stupidly good grades.”

“What? Don’t tell me you fought with him already or something,” you joke.

“Duh! Why else do you think I wasn’t here early? Like he’s apparently really smart, he undermined even his previous seniors that’s why they hated him and doctors here favor him too.”

“Thank you, though I don’t really think my wits and brains are as extraordinary as you make it out to be,” eloquently says a smooth, soothing yet distant voice to your right.

Your heads turn to the tall guy who stood by your doorframe. His disinterested eyes were on Yui and you could assume she was glaring back at him because that’s just the way she is—you’re simply too preoccupied with taking in the sight of him to confirm what Yui’s facial expression is right now.

His eyes are an even shade of brown, and brown was too warm a color for them to look so cold. The absence of any apparent emotion on his facial features made him appear so unapproachable and intimidating—not that you’re intimidated—and there was something in the way he carried himself and stood so upright that makes him seem so authoritative and composed.

“You!” Yui hisses, you slowly sit up, reminded of the awkward situation you’ve been put in all because she had to talk bad about someone without closing the door first. “Nurse Sato, was it? It’s a pleasure to be of your acquaintance again. Do you mind leaving so I could tend to the patient?”

Similar to his eyes, his hair was a coper brown, and you could tell he took good care of his hair from the way it seemed so well-combed and soft. How could one even look so good and smart in a white coat? And here you thought you’ve seen enough doctors in this lifetime to be at awe from the sight of someone with the same attire, holding a similar clipboard.

“You’re an annoying little br-

“I’m older than you, Nurse Sato. And professionally, you shouldn’t be losing composure in front of a patient, let alone be raising your voice.” He is simply so blunt and cold; you’re torn between snickering at Yui for getting dissed or remaining silent because he might have something to scold you for too.

Before Yui could say anything else, you intervene. “Hey, you still have your rounds to do, okay? I’ll be fine, go do your job or something,” you chuckle a bit as she grits her teeth, glaring at Mr. Icy Med Student by the door then at you.

“Are you taking his side?”

“If that means you’ll leave, then yes, I’m taking his side,” you grin at her. She leaves with a huff, attempting to bump his shoulder but he dodges with an unamused look pointed at her.

Now that you’re alone with him, you suddenly want Yui back. Why are you feeling so awkward anyway? You’ve met tons of doctors and hospital personnel. 

He closes the door behind him the moment Yui disappears, your eyes remaining focused on your hands at your lap as you hear the slow clicking of his shoes making its way to your bedside. The footsteps come to a halt, and you couldn’t tell if you were nervous because you haven’t seen much new faces for so long or because he himself just made you nervous like a natural law. 

“Good Morning, I’m Shirabu Kenjirou, a fifth-year medical student and I’ll be the one to monitor and tend to you on weekdays,” he says, and as you’ve observed, he had such a soothing voice, it could only be because he was training to be a doctor and patients had to be comfortable around him.

Right, why would you not look at him? He’s just another one of many whose job is to look after you until your last day. He isn’t special. Like it was some easy feat, you finally look up at him, a part of you wishing you hadn’t as you feel your breath getting caught up in your throat upon meeting such far-off yet captivating brown eyes. 

He looks at you expectantly, and you get that it was because he’s waiting for you to introduce yourself. “You already know my name,” you mutter, looking away from him. He slightly raises his brows in surprise, in fact, he does know your name already, but that was an unusual response said with an undoubtedly lifeless accent—not that he cares—he’s just observant and sharp-witted.

“Y/n L/n, is that correct?” He momentarily looks down on his clipboard although he memorized your name the first time he heard it; he’s gifted with ridiculously sharp memory too. You nod, looking outside the window, surprised that it was raining. 

“Then if you don’t mind,” he says under his breath, putting down his clipboard on the table beside you before grabbing an injection and some bottled stuff you still don’t know the name of from the metallic cart by the foot of your bed. Your eyes are locked on him, injecting that stuff from the bottle seemed like a small thing to do but he still looked so focused.

The same goes for when he injects it to the tube connected to the needle in your left hand and the liquid-containing bag that serves as your daily needed life savers so that you could still walk and move around. You wince a bit, feeling the all-too familiar sting of the process.

Normally, doctors or nurses would ask you if you were okay and if it hurt when you winced like that. Not him though, and you narrow your eyes at him in curiosity. “You’re not gonna ask it?”

“Ask what?” It’s crazy how his voice does things to you you can’t quite explain, and you reason that it’s maybe because he doesn’t speak much.

“If it hurts,” you shrug. “Don’t move,” he snaps, sharp eyes finding yours before they look down on his busy hands again. Even his hands were pretty, and for a moment you wonder if they feel as nice as they look.

There’s a moment of silence before he walks away from you, checking your vitals and scribbling who knows what on his clipboard. You eye the two extra pens in his pocket, and you reckon he really is uptight with himself as he looks and acts so disciplined. Why would he need that many extra pens? 

and why should you care? an inner voice asks.

He may be fixated on what he’s doing, but he could tell how intently you stared at him. Perhaps you were waiting for him to answer your question? He doesn’t want to. He’s not one to engage on conversations that are trivial—he knows better than to actually know more than what’s necessary of someone dying. 

Shirabu certainly gets the vibe off you that you cared about nothing anymore, and he’s not exactly empathetic enough to actually feel sorry about your limited time alive. 

Still, it was slightly getting to him how your eyes never left his figure though he never pegged himself to be easily self-conscious. “Why didn’t I ask if it hurt,” he mutters and you look at him in surprise. “I know that it hurts, and if I were to ask and you were to say yes, I wouldn’t know what to say other than meaningless encouragements. I don’t like saying things I don’t mean and I assume you don’t want to hear them either.”

“You’re right.” He looks at you from the corner of his eye for a while, you’re just staring out the window. “Do you want me to close the curtains?” He asks, but you decline and he doesn’t talk anymore after that.

“That’s it for now, thank you for your cooperation, Ms. L/n. If you ever need anything else, tell me now.” When you don’t say anything, he doesn’t spare you a second glance before he turns on his heel, about to make a leave.

“Wait,” you call, and he stops, turning around to look at you. “I’d prefer if you don’t call me miss.”

“Shall I call you mister then?”

You blink. “Is that what you call a joke?” 

You could make out the slight knitting of his brows. “I was being sarcastic. It’s only professional to address you formally as you are a patient,” he strictly says, a small frown on his lips.

So you do know how to make faces, that’s the only thing on your mind as you both look at each other in silence for a mere short seconds before you speak again.

“Then is it professional to be sarcastic, Kenjirou-san?” You don’t notice the small smile on your lips but he does. Are you having a kick out of prolonging his stay in your private hospital room? He somehow dislikes it here, it made him uneasy and deep down he knows it wasn’t because of the room itself and more so because of you.

“It isn’t. My apologies, Miss L/n.”

“I said not to call me that,” you unintentionally snap. There’s no reason behind not wanting to be called that really, it just doesn’t sound right. “If you say so, y/n-san. Anything else you need?”

A grin accidentally slips out, he sounded casual and that, plus his voice, was the most pleasant thing ever. You can’t explain why you’re feeling something other than emptiness, nor are you aware that you’re somewhat giddy—you’ve far long thrown away feelings in order to survive daily with your sanity intact.

“Could I borrow a pen?” You ask him. 

He sighs, stepping close to your bed and grabbing a pen from the pocket of his coat before handing it to you. You look at it for a few seconds before taking it in your own hand, your skins barely untouching but somehow, at the back of Shirabu’s mind, he ponders if your fingertips were cold to touch considering how cold your room is.

“Thanks, I’ll return it to you later.”

He nods, putting his hands in his pockets, only realizing how cold they were when he looked at yours and wondered the same. Upon much deliberation, he looks sideways, much too prideful to look at you. “Are you feeling cold?”

You could only smile, unconsciously that is, but it surprised him still. “Now that you say it, yeah, it is quite cold.”

Before you know it, he’s walked out the door and you scoff loud enough for him to hear before he closes it. “What was the point of asking me then?” You mutter under your breath, already feeling drowsy from the injected thingy. 

The moment he was out of your sight, he stands still, his back leaning to your door. You confused him somehow, because he did hear your conversation with Yui. You totally struck him as someone who’s come to terms with their fate however ill, you’re not exactly depressed but you’re not what he considers a living person either. 

He shakes his head, what am I saying? He’s training to be a doctor yet he thinks someone breathing isn’t living—it just doesn’t make sense. But except for the fact that it does make sense. He’s heard of your name a couple times before, nurses and med students like him preferred to be the ones in charge of you because you were neither depressed or too friendly—you didn’t take a toll on their energy, they say.

That’s entirely untrue for his case. Sure, you weren’t a talker nor were you especially gloomy for someone ill, but there’s something completely and inexplicably unusual going on from the moment you evaded his mind more than necessary. He should think about what he does after he finishes with one thing, he should think about what you need—what a patient needs. 

Instead, he secretly wondered why you smiled at him so genuinely when you seemed so disconnected and disinterested with everything. Deep down, he wanted to know what was on your mind when you were staring at the rain through that small window of yours. 

What’s more to that is he doesn’t know why he wasn’t as focused on the task on hand as much as he liked, was it because of your conversation? If so, at which point did he feel so compelled to ask you more—to ask you why you needed his pen? 

Looking at his watch, he grits his teeth, disappointed in himself. It took him way much more time than it should for him to be done with you, and to think he prided himself for being someone efficient.

The moment you wake up, your eyes land immediately on the clock. It’s a quarter past noon, and it was still raining outside, the rain only getting heavier and louder. Your room still looked as dark and bland as when you first woke up this morning and you’re thankful that the icky bright sunlight didn’t creep in while you were dozed off. 

Sitting up, you finally notice the thin blanket you slept in folded neatly at the foot of your bed yet you feel so warm—at peace and relaxed even. You clutch the thick blanket over your frame, looking at it in surprise and a long forgotten feeling—happiness.  

It feels weird but unknowingly, you had the urge to go out of your way and thank him for it. It is his job to do so after all, still, if you’re grateful, you’re grateful. 

In honor of the thick blanket, maybe you should eat on time. You’ve been far too rebellious and uncaring, at least for today, you should be good. As you were about to pick up your tray from your bedside table, something caught your eye. There were pieces of paper beside it, the pen you borrowed atop the papers.

You tilt your head in wonder. There was surely not a single paper in sight earlier, it’s the reason why you haven’t started writing yet. It’s not like the lady assigned to give you meals suddenly decided to give you papers as well as if she knew what you were up to.

Could it be Kenjirou? Just the thought of that possibility has your lips curled up in a smile all day—as you finish your meal, as you took a bath, changed clothes, and watched television on your bed.  

“Geez, you seem so happy today of all days when the weather’s bad,” Yui gives you a look, sitting on the small couch beside your bed because she was apparently on break. 

“Hmm?”

“Nothing. I’m saying you’ve been so dead lately—and I meant that figuratively—despite my best efforts to lighten the mood and let some sunlight in your room. Now that the weather’s bad, your room’s dark, and that annoying Shirabu replaced me I…”

“What?” You mindlessly glance back up at the clock at the mention of his name, the fuzzy feeling back at the pit of your stomach all over again. At 7 pm, that distant smart-mouth brown-eyed medical student would walk right in again. 

“I’ve never seen you look so alive, y/n.”

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[yesvaldemarharder]

Valerius x Thicc! Reader || Milk Me Daddy

(Originally posted on my Wattpad)

Requested by: @geekyarmorel sorry if this sucked haha ^^’ forgive me later

Includes: Teasing, oral sex (penis and mouth), fingering, exhibition kink maybe, rough oral, cumminilings (I might have spelled that wrong..), creaming, choking, and that’s it I think.

-

There are three things you need to know before you read this. One, she was fucked. Definitely so, all that teasing and flirting has finally caught up to her. Two, she knew she should have stopped but oh the way her loins burned for this man, how wet he made her just by looking at her. Three, Valerius could be a patient man but this had been the last straw. There was definitely no way she was getting away now.

Her face pressed against the smooth walls as he found his spot right behind her. His smaller hips pressed against her own larger ones. His hand gripping both of hers holding it behind her back as she squirmed against him. The ends of her dress shaking against the newly polished floors as the courtiers pressed harder against her.

"Stop moving, I'm not letting go."

He growled lowly into her ear and with a shudder she bit her lip. Finally she had broke him. All the teasing, touches, and words had finally made him snap.

His free hand trailed down her wide hips before he shuffled his hand under her silks pressing his dominant hand to her slick watch her toss her head back with a gasp.

"V-Val~..."

She whimpered as he pressed an open mouth kiss to her now exposed throat feeling as she swallowed. His eyes narrowed and dark rolling his middle finger in circles against her hard clit until she bucked back into him, their hips grinding together and he couldn't help the growl that left his chest.

"Shush it up. I told you not to do it."

-

"Y/n, dear.. don't think of what I'm pretty sure you're already thinking about.."

The male grumbled as his smooth soft lips found the rim of his wine glass once more, taking a long sip before pulling his lips away licking his lips.

She watched him, her eyes scanned to the side as she laid by him. A book in her hands and she couldn't help but bite her lip. Teasing him at the party would be hilarious, whenever she did such a thing in public he'd always end up flustered and so cute. How could she not tease him?

Calmly she looked away reading the lines in her book once more. The party didn't start until a couple hours so she had time to think of a plan.

"Love, I have no idea what you're talking about."

She hummed and bright eyes looked at her and she shuddered at how intense they felt on her body.

Valerius cupped her naked thigh making her wiggle a little and he squeezed it tightly towering over her. Their eyes clashed and he frowned.

"You do. I'm serious. Don't. Do. It."

Oh, she was definitely going to do it.

-

Well she had done it definitely, first was them getting there. The sun had been falling getting replaced by its counterpart, the moon as the sat in the carriage. Horse hooves beating the ground as they sat next to each other. The chauffeur calling out to them how it'd only be a little while till they got there.

Valerius held his glass of wine as he always did in one hand, his head resting in the other as he looked out the window to watch the sky darken.

To be honest he hated these parties, taking the time to introduce himself as the consul when he could be at home resting in his bed alongside his lover. He could be kissing her softly and petting her wide hips carefully showing how much he loved her and her squishy body. He sighed lightly before raising the glass to his lips once more closing his lips on the rim and taking a slip.

Suddenly he jerked letting out a choked sound as he pulled the glass away, covering his mouth at the coughing fit that built in his chest. His eyes sharp looking to the girl who perked, her hand test awfully close to his crotch rubbing slowly at his inner thigh. Lucio gave him a confused look which he forced a calm look gripping the girl's hand with his free one before giving her a look.

He didn't need words to tell her to stop. To behave herself while at this party, his look was enough. She stopped of course to tilt her head away, hiding a rather prominent smirk.

The second being while he was speaking to the courtiers, she stood in front of him as he caressed her (h/l) (h/c) hair. They most likely weren't paying attention but they sure acted like it. He stopped from a second when she pushed her hips back against his smaller but firm ones. A startled gasp leaving his lips. They noticed it, Vulgora lifting a neat brow while Valdemar smirked lightly. Volta peering up confused while Vlastomil blushed lightly.

The third time had been while he was chatting with the countess at the drink table refilling his glass for perhaps the 20th time in the last hour. Y/n had approached him a smile on her lips after talking to that ever so worrying doctor who he definitely NEVER got jealous over. She wrapped her arms around him pressing against his back making a warmth blossom.

For a second he smiled, happy she was showing him attention only for a deep blush to cover his features as her hands slipped under his clothes and into his trousers gripping his soft cock. It took nothing but a few strokes to get him fuzzy as he bit his lip lowering his head a heavy blush on his cheeks, hand crushing the glass forming a crack.

Nadia didn't even have the chance to ask if he was fine before Valerius set down the glass with a light slam. He then turned grabbing his lover's wrist gripping it when she jumped.

"Sorry Countess, Nadia. I must leave for a moment with Y/n here. Please excuse us."

He stared down at you. Gaze looming and sharp and she couldn't help the shudder than ran over her whole body, legs rubbing together for a second. Valerius watched the movement closely before whisking her away through the crowd.

-

She started to cry when her third orgasm crashed over her, shaking her body to the core as her cream surrounded his fingers dripping onto the polished floors. She trembled in his lap, tight ropes digging into the flesh of her wrist as her toes curled and thighs twitched over his own. She could hear his low pants and feel his bulge pressing firmly against his pants but he just wouldn't give in.

Her voice was fucked up, broken and breathless as she called out to him.

"V-Valer- AH! Val!~"

She cried out tossing her head back as he harshly curled his fingers smearing her creams as he rubbed the roof of her messy pussy. He watched her humming against her neck as he used his thighs to keep her open. They had found a bedroom, Valerius had shove her inside the second they had gotten away from the crowd. They faced the door way as he sat on the bed milking her pussy like the cute little fuck she was. To be honest he wanted them to get caught, to show how lewd his lovable fluffy wife was when she begged for his cock. Hell, he even shuddered at the thought.

He gave a dark smirk before reaching up her body, soft but strong hands rolling over her soft stomach past her delicious hard nipples to her smooth throat that he planned on marking up soon enough. His digits wrapped around her squeezing her as she let out a choked moan just the way he thought she would. His eyes seemed to glow in the moon lit room like the beast that he secretly was. The beast she didn't know he was.

His fingers slipping from her trembling open pussy, he creams following slipping onto the floor as she went limp against her whimpering as tears soaked her eyes.

Her legs jumping as he slapped her clit then her tired sloppy hole before he twisted her clit watching how her body move on it's own trying to get away but captured by the painful pleasure.

"V-Val ack!~"

She choked as his hand tightened, he peered over her shoulder looking at her tear stained cheeks and blood red cheeks.

"Are you sorry? Do you apologize for what you'd done? Do you want me to forgive you?"

He spoke slowly, voice low as he kissed her earlobe fingers lightly touching over her clit as he looked at her. She nodded shakily choking out a yes and slowly the hand around her neck dropped and she coughed taking in air. He pushed her down on the floor as she turned to face him thighs still shaking as he looked down at her with a demonic gaze. The bulge in his slacks ready to burst out and make a presentation of sorts.

She felt..dread. Now she knew how serious he had been and upon realizing it she pulled out his cock blushing at the hiss he gave as cool air ran over the soaked head.

"Go ahead..suck it Darling."

He encouraged and she opened her mouth before sinking down his head, her eyes teary as she looked up at him watching as he tossed his head back and cursed. One of his hands moving to her hair petting it, running his hand through it as she bobbed her head carefully. That is until his second hand grabbed her head.

"Come on Darling, take all of me yes!"

Valerius called out as he slammed her head down forcing his cock down her throat as she gagged, eyes wide and tears falling, cheeks crimson red and hands grabbing at his thighs.

He had been holding on so long that he couldn't help it. Couldn't help how rough he was being or how he shot his cum down her throat watching as her eyes rolled back and her cheeks puffed up, cum slipping from the corners of her mouth as he held her head shaking thanks to his orgasm, eyes slitted.

"That's it, good girl."

-

Ok guys I know it's short but literally I've been working on this for like the last two weeks in a half. I had to get it out.

I was going to put some penetration in this but I got lazy and I gotta shit so yeah. Not to mention I still have many other requests for different fandoms so I must work on those as well.

Ugh really wish I got paid for this shit but whatever...

Sorry if it jumps all over the place as well. I'm only human.

Hope you guys liked it anyway. I might do a part two idk.

-A

[voidix]

The Sky post y'all been waiting for

Ladies and gentlemen, enemies of the sun this is the long promised Sky post y'all have been waiting for I'm sorry I can't use images since my laptop won't work and I have to do this on mobile and now without further redo let's start WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS WINX CLUB SPOILERS Season 1: We are actually introduced to him as Brandon because of an unnecessary role switch. I don't even know why they thought this was a good idea since anyone who would've wanted to harm Sky and did proper research would know immediately who the real Sky is. That's not that much of a problem however starting to "date" someone while still being engaged is. He wouldn't even have to out himself as prince who just would've had to tell Bloom: Sorry I have a fiancée or to break things up with Diaspro. TBH this whole love triangle that has been going on since then is his fault he shouldn't have just started "dating" Boom. And then everyone starts acting like everything is Diaspro's fault tbh it was neither Bloom's or hers it was Sky's. And then he tried to solve things with Bloom not his actual fiancée no the girl he cheated on her with I doubt he even talked to Diaspro what even should he say: Ehm sorry I cheated on but I didn't bother to break up with you before I started seeing someone else? Other than that he is pretty tolerable this season. Season 2: OH BOI that's where the major drama begins. He starts out just fine but the second Avalon gets introduced "sigh" I still can't believe to this day that he thought it was a good idea to spy on his girlfriend in a party where he is not invited with the excuse of making sure she's okay (or what was it were we even given an excuse?) anyways and then he sees her talking to HER FREAKIN TEACHER and he gets jealous immediately. Like dude you were spying on your girlfriend and saw her talking to her teacher WHILE THEY WERE AT SCHOOL it's not like they were together in the city or something no they were RIGHT THERE at school and the party was FOR THAT EXACT TEACHER and your first thought is that she might like him then idk if it's her problem or yours TBH . Then that teacher promises her to help her find out about her past and you should be excited for her but no you're being a jealous asshole. And then at red fountain he "dies" and then gets resurrected with Bloom's healing powers but still believes that she likes the teacher more and who would blame her it seems like the teacher treats her better than her actual boyfriend does. And then he still manages to help her get healed from Darkar spell like Bloom if I was you I would've blown him away because honestly speaking Bloom deserves better. Season 3: Oh beloved season 3 in this season he's kinda okay I guess except the part they had an off-scream fight in and we never knew what happened there and the part where he is under Valtor's curse and tries to get rid of everyone and idk if he apologized for that it's actually not that much his fault except it's pretty stupid to trust Diaspro at that point. I don't recall anything else if you do you can add it. Season 4: Now this season is weird because other than a few things I didn't seem to have much impact on anything. Anyways this season was incredibly frustrating to watch from the romance perspective (well relatively anyways) because we had various love triangles that were what the children call incredibly stupid and cringeworthy. Like It didn't really have to be and it didn't add to anything in the season except maybe that one filler episode with Mitzy. And what role does Sky play in all of this? As always the jealous asshole. (I know it was not only him but still) dude just because some dudes were helping your girlfriend with painting the god dam walls while you weren't there doesn't mean they're cheating and you have to behave like jealous children when someone plays with their fave toy on the playground. Like dude Andy and Bloom are childhood best friends of course they're close like what even do you expect and instead of talking you just walk away like what is? What are we? You have a mouth and y'all can talk instead of this stupid miscommunication. Also think about from who the "Anonymous" message was because if you consider it i don't thing "girl that hates bloom since they were children and wants to date Brandon although she knows he has a gf" isn't exactly what you would call a reliable source. Then he is normal I guess for the rest of the season. Ah I wish he would fall of somewhere I just hate him. Season 5: Be careful what you wish for because yes he fell but he DIDN'T FREAKIN DIE. No he lost his memory and didn't want it back because...? Like dude I get it you lost the jewelry but that doesn't mean that you and Bloom will never live happily ever after like come on how superstitious are you to think that the only reason you and your gf won't have a happy life because of that piece of jewelry you won't have a a good life with Bloom because you have hundreds of other problems in your god dam relationship. (Note: this is the part in season 5 where I gave up the first time I was watching it) And how could it not be Diaspro decides to show us again how much they wasted her potential. You'd think after season 3 she would be banned never to return to Eraklyon but noooooo how can king Erenidiot ever make a good and smart decision in his life he even appoints her as Sky's royal advisor or something like that. Yes you read it right folks she got a position of power. What happened next will shock y'all. She became a controlling bitch who would even control his phone calls (and Bloom totally falls for it but that's a story for another day) and then they have this meeting where they discuss if they should do something against Tritanus where he at first doesn't even wanna join forces and suddenly when it still happens he decides he's the perfect person to lead it (Ah yes forgot to mention that he gets his memory back somewhere before Diaspro became his royal babysitter because Flora found the piece of Jewelry in Domino idk how it got there) And the season ends there this was one of the more frustrating seasons too. Season 6: I wouldn't say there was much Bloom x Sky drama here except where the part where Diaspro tried to kill Bloom but I think we're used to that by now like we're used to wake up every morning: incredibly annoying and hard to go through. Surprisingly enough that's not the part where he angers me the most no he annoyed me because he has the mentality of some people on this website to hold something a person did while they were 10 against them for the rest of their lives. Like if I was 10 and playing in the forest and some random dudes attached me I would run away too and nobody would judge me since that's and instinct and TBH the only logical thing to do unless you're some anime protagonist. And I wouldn't hold a grudge against someone who did it like come on Sky you could've ran for it too and it's sadly not like any harm happens to you since you're alive and well unfortunately. Season 7: If I'm being completely honest with y'all I'm still in denial this season ever happened and you know what else I can't believe ? The fact that this season featured a Bloom x Sky "love triangle" where the third person was a talking unicorn ( I know it's one episode but still) Come on dude if after all these years of being together you still have to fight for Bloom's heart WITH A UNICORN then dude something is seriously wrong and it's not Blooms fault. I'm not talking about this particular incident more or else I will go on a long long rant. Conclusion (I guess): In general you can say I don't really like Sky and think he's one of the worst character'a ever to exist in the Winx universe and who can blame me? Also if you go ahead and call Bloom a Mary Sue I except you to call out Sky too who apparently is the best in his class even while losing his memory. And I think it's safe to say that Bloom and Sky are one of the worst couples in this show. IMPORTANT NOTE: I didn't include the movies since it's been a while since I watched them Here you have it folks the long Sky post y'all been waiting for thank you for sticking around to the end I tried to keep it brief and I'm curious to here your thoughts on the matter