#uu sunday

[ethereallroses]

THEY are always watching,,

[schrijverr]

They're together!!!!! (Also AO3 is being mean because I didn't see this update until I came over and checked on Tumblr *sad face emoji*)

I'm so excited that Eddie finally confessed!! It was a wait, but it was worth it!! I love Chris's comment on them getting together - it feels so adjacent to the show, of course without Buck and Eddie getting married first! I can't believe that we're only 2 chapters out from the end of this fic - like by Sunday, this fic will be over and I can't believe that. :(

I'm kinda amused about what must be going through HR's head when they finally fill out the relationship disclosure forms - like they just got cleared for not being in a relationship and then it's oh! they're in a relationship!

Hope you have a great day!!

Ahhh yeah, they did it!!! I'm so happy to finally be here, like I wrote that scene in fucking August omg xp

After everything it felt right to have Eddie be the one that confesses (Eddie finally expressing waht he wants vs. Buck finally being wanted). Chris giving his blessing was so important to me, because he is such a big part of their lives, but I didn't want it to be an is it okay kind of deal, since it's not as if much will change since they had already been married lol

It's so wild to me that come Sunday this fic will be complete. I started writing it in June, so it's basically been my life the past half year and has carried me through so much. It'll be weird, but I'm so grateful for everyone that has been following along and interacting, like these asks <3

And HR is probably throwing a fucking fit, they're gonna be in a training manual somewhere lmao

[tenderhooked]

Please tell me the Jamie gets cuddles fic is a thing that is actually happening??

oh boy do i have excellent news for you!! it is INDEED.

The thing is this: Jamie doesn’t realize what’s wrong until he gets a chance to realize what feels right. A normal morning in the locker room, spent lingering on the edges of conversation ’cause he still ain’t completely sure they want him here, and then Dani claps him on the shoulder as he walks by and it’s— Electricity bolts up Jamie’s spine, and he almost snaps against it; is almost convinced that Dani’s hand is the hand of another, that the shadow falling across the floor is somebody else’s. It takes a moment to remember how to breathe, and then a few more to recognize that he’d thought was electricity ain’t electricity, exactly, but something softer. Something warmer. Something that his body stretches towards like a cat in the sun. His fingers dig into the bench. He swallows, hard, ’round the sudden lump in his throat. His skin aches where the memory of Dani’s weight lingers.

the thing is this: i love characters getting hugs and love and affection from every possible source. and i am VERY excited for this fic. it's gonna be sweet and soft and only mildly angsty.

[tokiro07]

Watched episode 1 of the UU dub, and it's solid so far

There were a few lines here and there that I think could have stood to be delivered differently or even reworked entirely ("Andy, cus you're ahndead" doesn't really track when said verbatim in English), but the casting and overall direction seems good and gives me confidence going forward

[happyfictionalbirthday]

Happy birthday Creed!

[labelleizzy]

I went to church today.

It has been perhaps 2 years since my last visit. I remember when they opened in person services when we started opening up after the hard pandemic. Hybrid services where they broadcast on zoom as well as allowing attendance on the outside patio.

They're still broadcasting their services on zoom, actually. And if you need a liberal church service and can't get to one in person, at this point I would recommend their Zoom service.

Exhale.

I knew I needed community. I knew I needed to really be with other people seeking hope while living in uncertainty.

The service had lovely live music. Margaret and Kristoph, on harp (!) and guitar 🎸🎶 played 2 lovely Irish tunes (one by O'Carolan) and one Welsh traditional song. The pianist, Veronika, was the kind of support that is so good at their job you can almost ignore that they're doing the job. 👏.

The choir was... Fine. After being IN the choir at my UU church in Concord/Walnut Creek, singing with friends, I have strong opinions about choral music selections, and today was fine.

That's okay though! Because between the hymnbook selections we all got to sing along with (new music! 😁🎶 YAY🎶and also 😳) and the closing piece, an Acapella where we all sang along and the chorus was "never turning back/never turning back" , the music was satisfying.

Needed that. Didn't realize how much.

And Rev. Amy Zucker Morgenstern didn't pull any punches. She was vulnerable, worried, real, and hopeful. Honest too, that the USA and all of us are facing uncertainty about the future. Including her!

She told us about running a vigil with the other church members on Wednesday night. For all the folks that needed or wanted to be in community after we all learned what's coming.

And she actually owned up to, from the pulpit, how her initial reaction to knowing they were running a vigil, was to say to herself, "I don't want to adult. I want to stay here under the blankets, and maybe invite my cat underneath with me." #relatable

She brought us into the sermon with a quote from Terry Pratchett. From the night watch. I'll need to go look up what that passage was, because I wanted to write it down so I could put it on the wall and see it every day.

Like, that's the kind of church it is. With an opening quotation from Terry Pratchett, and reading passages from Howard Zinn, and telling the truth about awful people that feel emboldened again now.

But the reassuring message is, though there are awful things happening, you are not alone, and you are not powerless. We are here, and that's what we're here FOR.

Here's the benediction, that we held hands at the end and spoke together:

Go out into the world in peace

Be of good courage

Hold fast to what is good

Return no one evil for evil

Strengthen the faint-hearted

Support the weak

Help the suffering

Rejoice in beauty

Speak love with word and deed

Honor all beings.

I'll be putting this service in my calendar and trying to attend regularly. I need to develop trust with them, let them get to know me.

But the community is there, welcoming and kind. And despite my grief and anger about the prospective shit storm of the next four years, I have a plan.

Nucleate. Build, grow, or join community

Help where I can, one place at a time.

Rest often in the company of loved ones

Make art, often as possible.

A work in progress this plan. As I make art, it helps the pain to live outside my body, and lets me develop hope.

(where's that wonderful hashtag poem and post, "hope is a practice, hope is a skill..." Where some wonderful person selected Dr Seuss images for each hashtag ...)

Okay, thanks for listening. And speaking of resting with my loved ones, I owe my 84 year old mother a call.

Bye for now, beloveds.

[baeshijima]

just sundays hands and rings

mm. yeah. i like men with nice hands. and rings.

[pinkpetalbee]

🌞 On this beautiful Sunday, May our hearts be light and merry. With gratitude, we gather here, Embracing all that brings us cheer.

🌿 Blessings for the week ahead, In every path that we may tread. May kindness guide us, strong and true, In all we say and all we do.

🙏 Amen.

[captain-lovelace]

I kind of wish the Christian denomination poll included Unitarian Universalism so you could get Unitarian Universalists fighting over whether or not they’re Christian in the notes

[emmaspolaroid]

tomorrow is Friday and new episodes of my stories are coming

[bunny-jpeg]

hiii ! how are u? I would like to order a pastry braid and english muffin with a side of tonic water, w max verstappen

thank uu x

bakery menu!!

want to suggest your own order? then hit up the menu! there are tons of things to choose from. i am working through the suggestions after a slight break so i will be posting them more often. updates usually go up fridays to sundays at 6pm est! i hope you enjoy this little fic! this is set in the team principal au (which usually happens with a max age gap fic) but it's not connected to the rest of the tp au that i have going, just it's own little thing! <3

pastry braid: "your job is to make me cum. now get to work." + english muffin: "aw, is someone crying?" + tonic water: age gap served by max verstappen (formula one)

tags: smut/pwp, tp!max, driver!reader, age gap (20s/40s), crying (kink), rough sex, power dynamics, doggy style, max has high expectations for his driver, degrading language, possessive behavior

insatiable. that was what max would describe himself in relation to you. what he was when you were near. he was hungry for trophies, wins and most of all your sweet cunt. max had expected to leave the track years ago, but how could he? he had a re purpose, to make you a champion.

but even wills made of iron couldn't deny your appeal. how you looked in your fire proofs, the look you got when you lost of received a plenty, and the opposite look you gave when you tasted sweet victory. if max was the lion, then you were the wolf.

regardless, max still held power over you and you when he held your cheeks in one hand to face him, a domineering look in his eyes. he held you like he owned you, and with all those zeroes on your contract. he did in a way.

his arms wrapped around you and held you to his chest. in a moment of private after the grand prix, he held you the way a lover would. he couldn't help but take a quick grab of your breasts. you wined in response and max simply smiled.

"not the best," he said in your ear, "i counter five errors in your driving, on top of letting the williams' driver over take you for ten laps. i'm sorry, my price, you know what that means."

you nodded, "yes, sir. i understand." then shifted a little in his touch which only made him hold onto you tighter. you swallowed, even though you won the trophy, tonight wouldn't be about celebrating. it would be about punishment.

max's hotel room was next to yours, and you barely closed the door before he was trying to get your t-shirt off. large hands groped your breasts over your bras and he groaned into your neck.

"fuck, baby." he said, tension in his voice, "you could've been celebrating with the team, but instead you have to deal with the punishments." he pulled your bra over your head and grabbed your chest.

max liked your breasts, he loved how easy the skin bruised when he gave them too much attention. you ended up on the bed with max stripping you of your calvin klein jeans. he saw your exposed thighs, and the tattoo on your hip. lucky number thirty-three. max's old number.

he did have a claim over you, the kind of claim that not even a scandal could break. oh the media circus that would ensue if people found out about you two. if they found out you were fucking max, then max guessed he'd just have to marry you. not a big deal, he had a ring picked out and everything.

"you know what we have to do tonight. your job is to make me cum. now get to work." and soon your panties were pulled off and left on the edge of the bed. he started to strip himself down.

while your face in the pillows and your couldn't see your team principal, you could feel him. the soft of imposing power that left you feeling needy.

"i expect the best from you. you know that. i don't deal with those who aren't willing to push themselves to the best they can be. i know, you can easily be the best. but, i guess there is still a lot i have to teach you." max wasn't like this with any other driver, even if you retired tomorrow, you'd still be his favourite.

he admired your beauty with strokes of his cock. usually there would be a spanking, teasing or maybe a little bondage, but max was still running off the high of racing and he wanted you now. he sank his cock into you like it was his god given right. he was near double your age, but he still fucked you until you were an overstimulated mess.

you whined from the intrusion, you felt sharp pain. max wasn't small by any means. he was rather bulky, the kind of cock that bullied your insides. you felt a shiver of pain as you moaned into the sheets.

"aw, is someone crying?" his words were patronizing as he moved against you quickly. his stamina was still high, he fucked with the force of a bull that often left you feeling bruised inside and out. he had that ability over you. you leave you completely and utterly at his his mercy.

you swallowed, "not crying, sir." and arched your back, but max had you pressed against the bed. his pace only picked up as he rutted up against you.

the thing about max was that he was dominate. and you loved the power he had over you. he easily took you apart and let him make you feel like jelly as he fucked into you.

"you look better on my cock than in a car." he remarked, "better on your knees than the podium." he added as pleasure clouded his head. his thoughts were about how good you felt. how you clenched around him when he hit your g-spot.

you whined and sniffled a little from the ache. you weren't crying. rather whining from the intense feeling. the ache and the pleasure left your nerves feeling tense. you gasped when he hit a particular spot.

max loved when you whined, especially when there were sweet little tears in your ears. his little wolf all teary-eyed because he made you feel too good.

he pace continued and you felt on cloud nine, you sniffles continued and you were left needy for more. it was always more, you always needed more of him. something that max was more than happy to deliver on. how could he deny his driver. even when he thought you did poorly, he still had a soft spot for you.

"mmm, see you're good like this. i could just eat you alive. take you piece by piece. all mind." he chuckled with warmth in his gut, "next time you'll listen to me over the radio and in the garage." he arched your back further and made you feel the zap of pleasure up your spine and in your core.

having your team principal's support meant the world to you, even when you were panting and near crying under him. the pleasure climbed through your body and you felt the surge of want through you.

"please, sir." you arched your back further and your pulse picked up. face buried in the soft pillows while you let your boss fuck you with a heated drive.

he grasped the back of your head and pulled your head further into the pillows and his pace quickened, "you're forgiven. let this not be a lesson you forget." and continued to move against you, fucking you right into the mattress with heavy thrusts of his hips.

he yanked your hair a little and it amde you moan. only he could get away with something like that. yank, bite, slip, no other man could get away with that. but you gave max everything.

the movements continued and you felt amazing. the type of amazing that allowed you to feel to close to orgasm. you tensed up and felt the sweet release as you came. you needed max, you needed him in a way you could never need another.

your boss, your lover, your everything.

his movements left you needy and it wasn't long before you moaned loudly once more around his cock. the pleasure continued to wash through you like heavy waves. and it only made your lover fuck you quicker. max moved against you, near bounced you up and down on his cock. his noises were tense before he slammed every inch into you and finished.

"oh fuck." he groaned.

you gasped and weakly held onto the covers. you couldn't think of anything else besides max. max, max, max, he was the only thought in your head as he slowed to a stop. and then laid on top of you. he rutted his still hard cock into you which made you groan.

"i think there are a few more lessons i could teach you tonight before i really wear you out." those words were said like a promise <3

[skeptical-saniwa]

i actually found uu on insta and i never knew u had a tumblr 🫶🏻💕

since sunday is coming soon, can i ask for anon hugging sunday? 🥹 just like what u did with aventurine (they’re both my babies.. i love them smm)

Ty anon I never really advertised my tumblr too much on insta 😅 I try to but I leave it up to those who want to find it

[dollyichi]

I saw that you wanted thirsts so I'll give this a shot 😖. I really liked the way you wrote Rin in "We Listen We Don't Judge: Blue Lock Edition". That part about him crying because of overstim... AGHHHHH

Maybe virgin Rin is written a lot here I dunno 😓 But if it isn't too selfish to request, could you elaborate?

Sorry if this was too formal, I'm new to these kinds of things. Love you and your writing lots! Take care of yourself honey 💞💞

hi hi love thank you for reading my works 🥹i appreciate it a lot! you’re not being selfish you’re so sweet omg i love uu!! i ended up rambling i hope this is fine :3

edit: ALSO ANON I TALK ABOUT HOW HE FELL FOR YOU AND ALL THAT BUT I decided to write how he ended up confessing here in this small drabble lmk what you think too if you get to read it >< i got inspired hihi

when i was writing it, i thought him crying meant a lot of things. he says he doesn’t cry but you were just so different to him that it felt overwhelming. it’s more of an unconscious crying, not too much, not too subtle—it really wasn’t on purpose but he let go. i mean come on, he came when he put it in and still was hard he wants you so bad!!

rin loves you too much, more than you know, more than you do him (the reoccurring topic during your typical play fights by the way) but it’s the truth—a series of denying himself, then denying himself to you till he eventually just bursts and he’s got you finally even when he’s the one wrapped around your finger.

he prepared a lot, mentally, physically—he wanted it to be perfect. while you just wanted it to be a time for the both of you to finally be the most honest towards each other. (i am a big fan of writing them in love it’s important to me!!)

his emotions were really stirred up when you he realizes how bare the both of you were just for each other and it’s adding onto that emotional aspect so i think it’s mainly just a tender moment. got really into overstimulating himself cause it’s just him being greedy to get more from you. rin messy sex lover too!!

for rin’s first time it has to really be handled with care and guidance (don’t worry he’s a genius after anyway). i wasn’t sure exactly which part you wanted me to elaborate on, but he’s patient and eager to learn from you. because he feels so good it’s important you feel 10x more than that even if it was a moment you’ve given him for him to enjoy. had a few rounds, you already know what happened so i wont repeat (😝), second round you were teaching him how you can feel good while he did. letting you know which spots felt the most sweet. third round you were already losing your mind but you loved it so much you were already getting hooked on him.

that gentle affection from you is just so touching to him and that’s why he fell for you in the first place. and i guess from there you experimented a lot… even letting him watch you pleasure yourself so he gets even better! kinda like it when reader has a bit more experience but, them sharing a first time together is like the cherry on top of a triple sunday for me yk? and that’s like three cherries so it’s even better but either way you both wanted to spoil each other despite being intimidated by the thought of it ‘being a first’ but that’s why you’re together to have your firsts and lasts and that is so romantic to me ><

[midnight-in-eden]

I realized I never made a thorough post about my experience at the Unitarian Universalist church. I’ve attended several times now and I honestly don’t even know how to sum it up. Here’s an attempt:

At the UU church, all the leadership members introduce themselves with their pronouns. The reverend uses she/they and has a trans teenage son. Today their stole (the scarf-like thing clergy wear) had the trans pride flag emblazoned on it.

At the UU church, I wrote my pronouns (they/them) in large letters on the name tag I wear every week. No one has batted an eye. I am openly nonbinary. Everyone is unfazed.

At the UU church, there are queer people everywhere. I am no longer the only non-cishet person in the room. Far from it.

At the UU church, there is signage explicitly stating that it is a safe and accepting space for LGBTQ people.

At the UU church, so many people expressed worries this week for queer people, for immigrants, for other people impacted by the new administration. It was candidly discussed during our secular meditation group.

At the UU church, congregants are not united by shared religious beliefs, but by shared values, which include equality, inclusivity, valuing human life and the planet.

At the UU church, on my first day, I met Christians, Buddhists, pagans, atheists, and practitioners of various eclectic spiritualities. (Including many exmormons!) None of whom had any problem including each other in their community.

At the UU church, God is rarely mentioned and they don’t fixated on gaining salvation and exaltation; instead they talk a lot about how we treat people and how we can make the world better.

At the UU church, today the little story about animals having a soup party shared for the children was focused on inclusivity and included a they/them fox.

At the UU church, today the reverend asked us to imagine what kind of world we wanted to create together and handed around the microphone. People talked about a world where healthcare is a human right, where schoolchildren are safe, where borders are not more important than people and families. When I took the microphone and added, “Where politicians don’t get to declare that my identity doesn’t exist,” the entire congregation cheered and yelled YES and AMEN.

At the UU church, though she does not mention politicians by name or tell people how to vote, the reverend encourages people to be politically active. Not the way Mormonism does, by sending out a formal letter during big elections, but by reminding people to call their representatives, to vote in elections big and small, to show up to school board and city council meetings.

At the UU church, they coordinate with other churches to provide transportation, meals, showers, and overnight sleeping spaces to homeless people, with the UU church sanctuary taking its turn being used for that purpose once a week. (Try to picture Mormons doing that—allowing homeless people to sleep in their buildings.)

At the UU church, they’ve adopted a refugee family and an elementary school in a low income area and do fundraising and provide assistance for both.

At the UU church, there are so many groups and efforts focusing on different ways of making the world better that I have a hard time even knowing where to start.

At the UU church, instead of demanding people starve themselves to show their obedience and loyalty to God, first Sundays of the month include a lovely soup lunch fundraiser for the youth group. I love this monthly event, where I get to sit with different people and eat and talk. And if you don’t want to or can’t pay, there are always coffee, tea, and snacks provided free at every meeting.

At the UU church, they start and end with the lighting/extinguishing of a flame instead of a prayer.

At the UU church, the congregation is alive. People laugh, cheer, clap, do call-and-responses with the leaders. We are invited to stand or sit for songs as we wish. Every meeting involves some kind of opt-in ritual or extra fun thing; you can light a candle, add water to the water fountain, write a note in a book saying what you’re struggling with or what joys you’ve had lately—all those are every week—and then some of the once in a while things we’ve done include choosing a percussion instrument to accompany the day’s songs (I got to play hand drums today!), standing at a side table to wrap care packages for homeless folks while the reverend spoke, or coming up to the front to write a worry on dissolving paper and drop it into a bowl of water. It’s just so fucking fun. Nothing like the boring, enforced silence of the congregation in the Mormon church.

At the UU church, people swear. People drink coffee or tea. People have whatever piercings they want and wear sleeveless shirts if they want, and “church clothes” can be anything you want. At the UU church, the idea of your religious leaders dictating all these things and even your underwear is completely baffling. It’s hard to see how such infantilizing nonsense ever made sense to me.

At the UU church, I am welcomed with genuine friendliness, but not pressured to formally become a member. No one is harassing me to commit to baptism or declaring that this is the only path to salvation/true happiness/whatever. I’ve met quite a few people who’ve been attending for years but are still not formal members, and everyone is fine with that.

At the UU church, people are encouraged to donate (to pay the reverend who is a professional instead of a voluntold rando doing unpaid labor, to pay for the building, etc) but tithing isn’t a thing. No “Give 10% of your income or you’re stealing from God!!!”

At the UU church, I don’t think I’ve heard the word “repentance” once. It’s just not part of the worldview. Neither is “sin.” Or “redemption.”

At the UU church, rather than being taught humans are inherently sinful and in need of saving and unable to rely on our own strength or anyone’s strength but God’s, I am taught that humans are inherently good and valuable and powerful in our ability to make a difference together.

In short: Unitarian Universalism is an entirely different world than Mormonism. If you haven’t had the chance to attend a UU church I’d recommend trying it at least once. It has soothed my religious trauma in some ways, and I am starting to love the community there. I don’t know if I will ever become a formal member of any religion again (probably not), but I like this a lot.

[lokavisi]

I have a great story I completely forgot to share.

This past Sunday was my kindred's public blot to Odin. Our gothar asked if someone else would be willing to lead the ritual, as they had another event they wanted to go to in order to support a friend. Since I led the blot for Loki back in July, given their oath, it only seemed appropriate that I lead the blot for Odin, so I volunteered.

As we're waiting to folks to arrive, a couple comes with their 4-5 year-old daughter. Generally we don't see kids in attendance, but we're not going to turn them away, either. She recognized me from the CUUPS kids group, so she asked to sit next to me. I said yes, and she sat to my left. Her parents brought things so she could color and her mom raided the RE (religious education) cabinet the UU congregation has (we meet at the church) that's filled with fidget toys, so she was very much occupied.

So I give the opening spiel about blots to the newcomers, talk a bit about Odin (and explain that we have a little offering bowl for Loki per their oath of drink sharing), and we set sacred space. As everyone goes up to fill their drinks, the girl asks her mom what everyone's doing. Mom explained how we're getting drinks to toast Odin and that when we're done we're "going to share some of our drinks with Odin and Loki." This child, in the cutest and most earnest way, says: "I don't wanna share my drink with them." Something about them being absolutely rejected by a small child was so funny to me. 🤣

As the "leader" of the ritual, I gave the first toast. We go around the circle clockwise, so I asked this girl if she wanted to say, "Hail Odin," but she didn't so we moved right along to mom and dad. After a few more people, she started saying, "Hail!" when everyone else did after each toast. So when we made it all the way around the circle, before closing it out I asked her again if she wanted to say, "Hail Odin." This girl sits up, says, "Hi everybody," like she's about to give a speech, says a few things I couldn't understand because fast child speak, but then she said something about, "because he's an old man." Like the fact that Odin is an old man is why we're toasting him lol. Mom got her to say, "hail Odin," before she rambled too much, but her being so ready speak was so precious. Like she got into it the more she saw.

After we finished up she was walking around the room and talking to folks, and then she comes up to me and says, "Look what I found!" It was a small evil eye bead. She found an eye. At an Odin blot. 😆 And one for protection, at that. I think it was Odin saying he sees her and is looking out for her, that he appreciated her presence there.

It was such a delight to have this little ball of energy present. It made me think about writing a shorter kid-friendly liturgy for a blot. If enough folks wanted to bring their kids and it became too much to have them all there, I would love to take the kids to another space and do a kids sumbel. (Admittedly I'd kind of prefer we let everyone stay in the same space, but I still think writing a kids liturgy would be fun, regardless. Wouldn't hurt to have it in our back pocket!)

Anyway, it was just a joyful experience in Heathenry that I wanted to share.

Edit: I just learned from her mother that she leaves things for Odin on their altar at home. She talks to him all the time and calls him Uncle Odin. <3

[akutasoda]

Can i request platonic clumsy teen reader with blade, jing yuan and sunday? Thank uu ^^

uncoordinated mistakes

synopsis - how are they with someone who is quite clumsy

includes - blade, jing yuan, sunday

warnings - gn!teen!reader, fluff, slight crack, wc - 480

blade ★↷

↪in all honesty, blade found your clumsiness rather annoying at first. he wasn't trying to be rude, or at least you hoped he wasn't, but as someone who tried to stay silent and unnoticed per say, seeing you be so awkward occasionally made him want to recoil in irritation.

↪although over time he was practically forced to get used to you and your clumsiness - with a few choice words from kafka that encouraged him to be kinder to you. so he could become more sympathetic towards you, very slightly however.

↪eventually, he had become more aware of you and your common accidents and he even found himself unconsciously looking out for you. you would soon find that you became less susceptible to minor injuries from your accidents due to the fact that blade now helped keep you out of harms way.

jing yuan ★↷

↪jing yuan, rather admittedly, found your clumsiness both worrying and rather endearing. however it was more worrying on most days as occasionally you would give yourself some minor injuries that did end up in him fussing over them - if you ever ended up with a more major injury, you could then find yourself meeting with a healer very quickly.

↪however, jing yuan would also say that it was quite endearing in a way when there were minor slip ups and accidents because of your clumsiness, he could even go as far to say entertaining but that felt a bit too cruel in his mind.

↪on most days, when you were around him there would be a noticeable dip in accidents as a result of your clumsiness due to the fact that jing yuan had become very equipped to help prevent them - for your safety and everybody else around you’s safety.

sunday ★↷

↪it would be very well known that if anyone else around him acted as clumsy as you did very oftenly, sunday would pretty much have zero tolerance for them. but that was different for you, instead he more actively worried about you.

↪he always disliked how occasionally you would greet him with some minor signs of injuries due to your clumsiness. even if they were minor, he still worried about you - that maybe your clumsiness would end up giving you a much more major injury and he couldn't be there to prevent it.

↪although, rather admittedly, sunday would have to admit that your clumsiness was occasionally quite endearing in a sense. when it was only simple things he found it rather sweet, even if you didn't mean to in the first place - and he would never admit that it did occasionally make him smile in some scenarios.

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