Lee Felix
Summary ~ just me in my feels and imagining love by Lee Felix (or just some relationship headcannons I had in mind for Lee Felix)
A.N. - these just pop in my head and I write them down so they may not all be coherent but they make me feel so <3
A.N 2 - I plan on writing more for each Stray Kid member but also Ateez bc I love them with my soul but let me know who you want to see first :)
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Angel, sunshine, love, sweetheart, bun are some names I’d personally see him calling you
My baby :((
The softest love and the most beautiful form of it too
It started with nerves, young love and shaky breaths, sweaty palms and avoiding eye contact
One of the first things he build up the courage to do was physical contact and once he got a taste the addiction became too great
Hand holding, arms around the shoulder or waist, anything to feel your skin
You visit the dorms to hang a lot and the first time you cuddled he could have cried
He love, loves physical contact and everyone knows how he is with the members but he was just so scared to touch you
Either it took him a while to build up the courage or you did it first but either way when you relaxed into his arms he felt his heart palpitate
Hugs.
Ohboy
He will never let go
He holds your head to his chest and sways a bit :((
Back to cuddling I just know he would hum his beautiful low notes and the base would carry you into dreams of him
I personally love to bake a lot but what I would love more than anything is him giving you the mixing job and saying you’re doing the most important part while he does the rest
Playing music and during the upbeat songs he would fight you with flour
And once a slow song plays he pulls you into a slow dance :(((((
Dreads going on tour once he found you
Pre-you he would love getting to see stay and would be so excited once he heard the dates
But while he hugs you at the airport he can’t keep the sobs in
He holds you so fragile yet so firm and wants to mold you into his soul so he’s never apart from you
He babbles out rejection after rejection to the members who try to talk him away from you and it hurts your heart
Bin and Chan have to come physically pry him from you and you almost start crying from how he reaches for you
It was a long year away (I’m kind of thinking of maniac tour bc that was a full year) but not without Chan and Hyunjin begging you to call off work/skip school to come to the continent they were in
He sees you sitting in the hotel room/ at the door/ on his bed/ just casually calling to him and his whole body jerks towards yours like magnets
He runs to you and as soon as you stand 2 feet away he yanks you to him, bending over so his forehead presses against the span of your neck and your head looks over his shoulder at everyone who watches with both soft smiles and watery eyes
You learn he had been having bad heartache for a while, it had been a few months and they were the roughest
He had stared at the polaroid of you in his phone case a lot, the same one that collected some tears over the time
The twin to the one in your own case that holds the same salty wetness
His whole day he carries you wherever he needs to go like a koala attached to him
You’re his heart walking outside his body and he just wants his heart back in his body :((
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now that ao3 is back up, boy oh boy do i have a fic rec for you!!!!
i get that the comics are meant to fill that gap between atla and lok, but i feel like we've always been missing that moment where katara and aang actually formally confess their feelings and talk about everything they had been through. with how mature both of them are, it feels somewhat... unrealistic to me that we're never shown that moment where they talk it all out, after three (3!!!) whole seasons of buildup >:(
this fic was inspired by me wanting to show the moment when aang and katara are finally free from the responsibilities placed on them by the war!!!<3
OR: Aang wakes up the morning after him and his friends saved the entire world, and the first (and only) thing he can think about is Katara. When they get a chance to talk, the two take a walk down memory lane.
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“Is it ok if I ask you something? While we’re on the topic of… us kissing?” Aang asked, hesitantly.
Katara nodded. She had a feeling that she knew where this was going. “Ember Island?”
“Yeah.” He breathed. “We never got to… talk about that. After we kissed at the invasion, there was never a moment alone, and I do recognize now that Ember Island wasn’t the right time to bring it up, and I shouldn’t have sprung all of that on you. It wasn’t fair for me to ask you to make such a big statement. It wasn’t right for me to be so demanding. I felt ridiculously jealous over the implication that you were interested in Zuko, and I… well, I reacted poorly. I really am sorry for that.”
“I appreciate you saying that.”
He continued. “But, if you don’t mind me asking… what did you mean when you said you felt confused?”
Katara sighed, drawing water from the lake and tossing it between her hands idly. “I still don’t quite get it, even now. I think the best way to describe it was that I was in fight or flight, locked into survival mode. I did have feelings for you, and I knew that, but I just couldn’t let myself be vulnerable like that at a time like that. I guess that I was worried that if we started something, it’d be a weakness for the both of us. It felt too selfish to distract ourselves from the greater mission at hand when the world was at stake.”
“Ah.” Aang said, thinking it over as the pieces began to click together. “That… that makes a lot of sense.”
Katara continued. “If we’re both being honest, you do have a history of… avoidance, Aang. Giving into my feelings for you felt like it would mean enabling that bad habit of yours, and it seemed like the world needed you more than I did.”
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Katara fought the blush spreading rapidly across her cheeks as the two leaned closer together. “Do you remember making that necklace for me out of fishing twine? So I could have a placeholder while Zuko had my mother’s necklace?”
He only nodded in response, her proximity rendering him entirely incapable of producing coherent speech.
“I still have it. I don’t think you realize how much that meant to me.” She laughed, lost in memory for a second. “The way you looked at me when I put it on… and Sokka said you were acting like you were in love, and I… called you a good friend?”
“Mhm?” Aang asked, about as close to her as he could be without her lips on his. “What… what about it?”
"I don't want us to just be... good friends, not anymore." She took a deep breath, her voice wavering with nerves.
I think we were meant to be more than that." Katara breathed.
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♥ the rest of the (completed) fic can be found here!! ->
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