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ABOUT ME!!

adaline or ada/addie for short! they/them and 25+

i am a full time med student hoping to specialize in pediatrics ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ and i am a lover of animals!

favorite color is orange and my birthday is 12/19 (sagitarrius baby hehe)

a few of my fav characters: sunday&phainon | varka&alhaitham | geto&gojo

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[insaneption]

Varka.

[v4rkas]

You can’t sleep. You should, but you can’t. Not when you know Varka will be home soon. Well, maybe soon isn’t the right word for it—it could be far later into the night than your sleep cycle should accommodate for, but you still can’t help but stay up. He’ll be back, he said so in the letter, and you can’t sleep.

Luckily, the door creaks open sometime past midnight, so your poor sleep schedule doesn’t take too heavy of a hit.

“You’re late,” you murmur from the couch, blanket pulled up to your chin.

“I know. I was hoping I wouldn’t wake you.” His voice is low, familiar. Heavy footsteps cross the room, and then his hand is on your cheek—rough, warm, and still always gentle. “But you always wait up, don’t you?”

You crack one eye open. “Someone has to make sure you don’t get lost. I was wondering if I should’ve waited at the gates—you’re gone so often, I wonder if you even remember where everything is.”

He huffs a quiet laugh and leans in to kiss your forehead. “Still a smart mouth.”

You tug the blanket aside in silent invitation. He doesn’t hesitate—just settles in beside you and it’s almost like he never left. His arms curl around you, and your world quiets to only the steady sound of his breath, shrinks to only the warm space of his body pressed against yours.

“You smell like the outdoors,” you murmur, fingers brushing the edge of his collar.

“Calling me dirty?”

“Calling you absent,” you huff.

“Absent is harsh,” he says into your hair, kissing your head softly, “I’m always with you one way or another.”

You wrinkle your nose, fighting a grin. “That’s rather cliche.”

He chuckle against your temple. “You missed me.”

You don’t deny it—you did. You always miss him. He seems to know it, too, and pulls you in closer, tucking you fully against his chest. “I thought of you every night. I’d close my eyes and picture you.”

“That sounds raunchy.”

“Well,” he starts, and his laugh rumbles through his chest. You can feel it. “Perhaps the pictures in my head can take some turns in the wrong direction. What can I say?”

You smile, pressing your face into his shoulder. “You better not be leaving again anytime soon.

“I’m not,” he murmurs. “Not for a while—I hope that’s not too much trouble.”

“I suppose I’ll manage,” you sigh in mock exasperation, beaming when he laughs and presses another kiss to your forehead.

[v4rkas]

CUDDLING WITH GENSHIN BOYS — ALHAITHAM, WRIOTHESLEY, NEUVILLETTE, AND CHILDE

— ALHAITHAM:

Alhaitham doesn’t care for his nine to five job.

His job is something that is a necessity for the sake of proper functioning as a self sufficient adult, and being a self sufficient adult is an inevitable part of life, therefore, he cannot avoid his job. He cannot survive without it, in fact. But there are times where Alhaitham wonders if he really needs this job. He wonders if he really has to waste the time he does in his small, cramped office, when there’s a large bed with a good amount of pillows to reside in instead.

Reside in with you.

“You’re quiet,” you poke his nose. He scrunches it, giving you a glance from the corner of his eyes.

“Aren’t I always?”

“Well, yes,” you giggle, snuggling closer into his side as your chin plants onto his chest. “But you’re quiet-er. It’s unsettling.”

“Unsettling,” he repeats, lips quirking into an amused smile. “That’s a little of a rude thing to call someone who’s simply trying to relax, wouldn’t you say?”

You shrug. Your legs swing over his and you curl closer into him as you all but merge yourself at his hip. “I’m bored. Entertain me.”

“What method do you prefer? I have a handful I could try.”

“Try one where you’re not staring off to space,” you say dryly.

Alhaitham laughs. He doesn’t laugh very often during his work day, nor does he smile, but when he comes home and feels your body slot next to his, he more than makes up for the lack of stretching the muscles in his face seem to get through the day. You’re warm, and close, and feeling you like this is worth a miserable nine to five job.

“If it were plausible, I’d quit my job and stay here,” he says with a sigh.

“Me too,” you smile. And then, you poke his nose again and giggle when he scrunches it again. “But we’re adults, so we can’t do that.”

“Lovely,” he says flatly, tightening his grip on you.

— WRIOTHESLEY:

Wriothesley likes to nibble. You direct your attention anywhere else for a moment, and you’re rewarded (or maybe punished) with a nibble.

“Quit that!” you shriek, trying to shove away his face as his sharp, white canines try to attack your cheeks. “Wriothesley, quit that!”

“Quit what?” He has the nerve to laugh. His lips stretch and show the pearly whites that harass your skin openly, and you pause for a moment at how handsome it makes him.

“You know what,” you accuse.

“Nope,” he winks, “I don’t.”

“Stop biting me!”

“Then stop ignoring me,” he bargains.

He slumps over your body again, his eyes staring up at you expectantly. Sometimes, you think he was a puppy in his former life. Sharp teeth, quick senses, and two wide, dangerously cute eyes.

You sigh and bring your fingers back into his hair as he perks up happily. And again, your theory is proven when his tail all but wags at the gesture.

“Biting me is not an acceptable form of communication,” you give him a scolding look. He gives you a cheeky little grin that makes you roll your eyes.

“Ignoring me isn’t either,” he counters. “That’s not communicating at all.”

You huff at his smart little mouth, and he happily presses closer to you and closes his eyes, cherishing the careful threading of hour fingers in his hair.

“You’re like a puppy,” you snort, “always need to be pet.”

“I’ll be your puppy if you stop ignoring me,” he says, sighing in content.

— NEUVILLETTE:

Neuvillette likes mortals. He finds the way of their life rather beautiful. They cherish things that are small and fleeting, things that he has grown accustomed to treating as mundane.

“Look,” you point excitedly at the window, “there’s a rainbow!”

He glances over. Indeed, it’s a rainbow, each color blurring into the next just like your bodies in his bed.

(You look sad, you had murmured when he came home.

It’s nothing, he’d whispered softly.

But you knew. Somehow, as if the rain dampens his mood, Neuvillette is gloomy during the bad weather. You knew the moment he’d walked in and insisted that something as simple as snuggling would ease his mind.

Perhaps it is that simple, he’s realizing now.)

“The wonderful thing about Fontaine being a nation with so much rain is that we often see rainbows,” you murmur. “It makes it worth enduring.”

“Is that so?” He asks softly.

“Yes,” you smile, hugging him tighter. “It’s a sign that good things are always on the horizon, wouldn’t you say Monsieur?”

“You need not call me that in our own home,” he flushes, earning you a soft giggle.

“You’re right,” you laugh, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “My love, wouldn’t you agree they’re worth the awful storms?”

“Yes,” he nods, agreeing as he leans closer into your body. You’re right, he realizes. Snuggling does, indeed ease the troubles of his mind—there is often a rainbow every time you do.

— CHILDE:

Snezhnaya is cold. Ajax, you think, purposely makes things colder.

“Why is it so freezing?” Your teeth chatter as you press even closer to him, rubbing your cold feet against his calves.

He chuckles, smug and giddy all at once. “It’s Snezhnaya, love. What did you expect?”

“Don’t be smart, Ajax,” you shoot him a flat look that tells him you’re highly unimpressed. “Of course it’s cold, but it’s never this cold. It’s almost as if the temperature is—”

You pause. It dawns on you and you throw him a nasty glare that he at least pretends to look sheepish about.

“Why are you looking at me like—”

“Ajax, my darling,” you say sarcastically, “you wouldn’t have happened to fiddle with the heating, would you?”

“Why, I’d never,” he says a little too innocently.

You slap his chest, and he laughs, curling a thick, muscled arm around you tighter and bringing you closer against his warm chest. It’s sturdy and built like a place you can take shelter in when you’re cold—even if it is the reason you’re cold in the first place.

“Aren’t I attached to your side enough?” You glare, “you don’t need to risk killing me of hypothermia for this.”

“Nonsense,” he gasps, “you’re never close enough! There is no such thing. Now come closer so I can keep you warm.”

“Keeping me warm is quite the bold claim,” you say dryly, “considering you’ve practically frozen me on purpose.”

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[v4rkas]

MASTERLIST!!

HONKAI STAR RAIL:

coming soon!

GENSHIN IMPACT:

cuddling them — alhaitham, wriothesley, neuvillette, and childe

VARKA:

coming home

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

coming soon!