You Can Be A Good Person With A Kind Heart And Still Tell People To Fuck Off.

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﹢ ᶻ the day that i met you i started dreaming !

ノ WITH LOVE ...⠀⠀ ꔫ

skai / ada's lovergirl. she / her. twenty. lesbian. a varaint of usagi tsukino & aerith gainsborough. sufferer of tummy aches, but more importantly — a silly gal whose a bot creator and an equally delusional writer! ' juna ' coded. lover of mango & peach bubble tea. appreciator of silver jewelry.

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i need to work on making my masterlist now that im actually starting to write more for this account so stay tuned in for that, i'll get there eventually once i start feeling a little bit better and more motivated , but please bare w me !!

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％﹒IN SICKNESS & IN HEALTH！ ( in which a certain mercenary takes care of you while you're sick . ) author's note ⤷ sooo, i'm sick right now, and honeslty, all i want is a bit of comfort while i'm feeling icky ! naturally, that led to me wanting to write about ada being the one to take care of you while you're feeling awful, because why not? plus, i wanted to self - indulge a little bit !

though ada isn't openly affectionate, there’d be small, almost unnoticed gestures—maybe she'd run a hand through your hair as you’re dozing off or adjust your pillow without saying anything. it’s all about the little moments, those moments of vulnerability you wouldn’t see but moreso feel.

on that note, ada doesn't show worry like most people, but there are rare moments—maybe when she sees you shivering or struggling with a fever—where those walls that she has built up so carefully starts to fall ever so slightly. it’s like it’s fleeting, almost like one of those indistinguishable look of concern that reminds you she cares, even if she doesn’t say it outright.

she wouldn't hover or ask how you're feeling every five minutes. instead, she'd stay nearby, watching over you to ensure you're getting better. more specifically, ada would communicate more with her actions than her words—turning down the lights if you’re resting, leaving a cool cloth by your bedside. anything you needed, she would do for you.

ada would maybe also make you a traditional chinese soup, like silkie chicken soup. she wouldn’t do it as a comforting gesture, but because she knows it’s effective in terms of high nurtient contents and she wants you to recover quickly so she can refocus on her work.

if anyone ever tried to bother you while you were sick—work, calls, or even friends—ada would be quick to shut it down. she would want to make sure you had the peace and quiet you needed to recover from being sick, and would even take it in her own hands to see that nothing disrupts you getting better.

if you tried to brush off your sickness or push yourself too hard, ada would be the one to firmly insist you rest. she wouldn’t let you get very far when it comes to protesting against her wishes. she’d give you one of those stares and say something like, “don’t be stubborn. you need rest,” always with that authoritative tone. and of course, you listen.

she is ada wong, through and through, and sometimes it might seem to disappear for hours, making you wonder where she went. however, she always makes sure she checks in on you from afar, giving you space while ensuring you’re okay. she doesn’t crowd you, but she’s always nearby, just in case.

there may not be a lot of emotional involvement on her part, but she would make sure you were taken care of. her care for you when you’re sick would be subtle, because she wants to make sure she doesn’t draw attention to the fact that she’s taken time from her work. there’s always a sense that she’s holding back, never fully letting you into her world or who she is behind the name.

but don’t be fooled, deep down, ada would feel a slight guilt for not being fully present in the relationship when you’re sick, but her dedication to her work overshadows any personal attachments. she knows she can’t afford to lose focus, so she compartmentalizes, offering you care when she can before slipping back into her own world.

once you do start to recover from your sickness, ada would quickly slip back into her more aloof, composed self. she wouldn't coddle you or prolong the care—once you’re on the mend, it’s back to business as usual, with that expectation that you’ll be able to pull yourself together. but deep down, you’d know that if you got sick again, she'd be there.

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the thought lingered sometimes, creeping into ada's mind when she saw families strolling through the park or curled up in the yellow glow of their living rooms at dusk. the stability required of motherhood, the patience, the willingness to stay, felt distant—unrealistic, even. the idea of children, of slowing down and anchoring herself to someone else's needs? what a joke.

it wasn’t a life she could wear; it would pinch and pull until it tore. the very idea of closing herself in like that felt like a betrayal of who she was meant to be, who she currently is. ada was never a domestic person and never will be.

the comforts of a settled life—the steadiness of family and home—were things she admired from a distance, like stars too far away to touch. she knew herself well enough to understand that the idea of stability, while beautiful, was never quite enough to ground her.

would she yearn for that life, if only briefly? she wasn’t naive enough to deny that she’d feel it sometimes, that strange emptiness when she glimpsed the softness of a home she’d never have. ada knew she was meant for more than the bounds of any domestic life.

the idea of binding herself to another’s needs—small hands, constant demands, the repetition of days. that alone would swallow her whole.

the beauty of her life, the reason she felt whole, was because she belonged to no one and nothing.

so, no, ada would never settle down—not in that way.

however, there were small concessions ada could make, gestures she’d allow herself without feeling too bound. though a full life of routine and responsibility didn’t suit her, there was one thing she might have considered: a cat.

something that had minimal demands, quietly independent. not for herself, though—ada had no need for the company of pets. she felt whole on her own, and even the presence of a cat would feel, in some ways, like a tie to one place, a small obligation.

but for her partner? for them, she might make the exception.

and she does.

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CASE OF THE FIRST DAY JITTERS???? THATS LIT SO CREATIVE WHAT IN THE WORLD I WAS MINDBLOWN BY THE TENSIONNNNN

OH MY GOD?? thank u so much, that means the world to me !! i'm really happy that you enjoyed the very little tension that was there, there will be more tension-filled blurbs / fic based off of this au :3