"You Will See Yourself Just As Beautiful As I See You"

"You will see yourself just as beautiful as I see you"

Felix x Reader

Genre: fluff, comfort

Warning: mentions of stretch marks, insecurity, body image, slight mentions of smut

Wc: 1.6k

English is not my native language, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to contact me. 

“You want to do what?” I look at Felix, the disbelief was clear in my face. He is standing in front of me, a big grin on his lips. In one hand he is holding his camera, while the other one is holding a small container with gold glitter pigments. “Just a small photoshoot, to show you how beautiful you are. And to show you that those marks” he points to my thighs, “are nothing to be ashamed about.” I shift from one foot to the other, unsure if I should accept his offer. I have been really insecure about my stretch mark basically my whole life. But the last weeks I had the feeling the insecurity got worse again. It was hot outside in Seoul, but my mind only allows me to go out with pants that at least reach to my knees. I can’t get the thought out of my head that stretch marks are only unacceptable when they are on my body. Felix has been trying for a few days to make me feel more confident; he bought me some beautiful sundresses to wear on dates, he worships my body almost every day, not only by words but also when we have sex. He makes sure that he kisses every inch of my body, especially my thighs, but nothing seems to work right now. Now he has this “phenomenal” idea of doing a photoshoot with me, highlighting my stretch marks with gold glitter he stole from Hyunjin.

Felix notices my hesitation, he steps forward, carefully places his camera down on the small shelf in our hallway, before he gently cups my cheek with his hand. “Hey, if you don’t want to, it’s totally fine. I just thought it could help you.” I lean into his touch, the warmth of his hand radiating to my face. I think for another second before I softly nod. I trust Felix. He won’t judge or make fun of me. Felix grin grows wider, if that’s even possible, and he happily picks up his camera again. “Great, I already prepared something outside. But first, you need to change.” He gently shoves me towards our bedroom, one of the dresses he bought for me is laying on our bed. It was a beautiful white silk dress, with cuts on both sides of my thighs, leaving my outer thighs on full display.

As I walk out into our garden, Felix eyes immediately land on me. He stops what he’s doing and slowly walks over to me, his face in amazement. “Wow…” is the only thing he can mumble. His hands take place on my hips, his eyes staring deeply into mine. His gaze was warm and full of love. Normally, I feel uncomfortable when people hold strong eye contact with me, but with Felix it’s something different. His gaze is always so soft and honest. He just shows how he feels, not leaving anything to ponder and question behind. “You look really beautiful.” He whispers against my lips; his forehead is now leaning against mine. A shiver runs down my spine and I feel my cheeks starting to heat up. His plump lips land on mine and he pulls me closer to his body. I can taste his strawberry lip balm, which he uses almost every day. I slightly hum into the kiss. He always knows how to make me feel flustered and loved. Kissing him always makes me feel at home and he knows this. He gently traces over my hips with his hands, while I try to deepen the kiss with my tongue. “W-We should probably stop here, or else I can’t hold myself back” he whispers as he pulls away from the kiss. “But I would love this way more than the photoshoot.” I whine slightly. “Nah-ah. No objection. We will do this shoot and you will see yourself just as beautiful as I see you. Except you really do feel uncomfortable with this idea, then we can stop immediately” he assures me, walking back to what he prepared this morning. Only then I see a blanket placed on the grass, just in front of our wild flowerbed. It is really the perfect scenery for a shooting like this.  Without saying another word, I follow Felix to the blanket, picking up the glitter from the ground and handing it to him “Will you do me the favor and put it on me”. His beautiful smile finds it’s way back on his lips and he eagerly nods. While he applies the glitter over my stretch marks, I can’t help but admire him in the golden rays of sunshine that fall right on his face. It accentuates his freckles just right and his skin basically glows in this light. Without realizing, I stretch out my hand and softly trace along his cheekbones, feeling his soft and warm skin under my touch. His eyes swiftly look up to me before he concentrates back on my thighs. “Sweetheart, I need to concentrate here.” His soft giggles hit right into my heart, making it swell with nothing but love. I study him more, watching how concentrated he is to not place the glitter wrong. I notice how his tongue is slightly sticking out, only underlining his concentration.

“So, I’m finished” Felix states excited after some minutes pass by. He closes the box of glitter and admires his works with a proud grin. “Okay, I admit…it does not look to bad…” I mumble as I study my thighs. The sunlight only makes the glitter shine even more. He traced along even the smallest stretch marks. And I need to be honest, this glitter kind of makes them look…expensive?

“Not too bad? Baby, you look amazing” He explains slightly shocked. I just giggle at his reactions. “Okay so how do you want me?” Felix thinks for a moment, standing behind his tripod. He quickly comes up with an idea that he likes and guides me into position. I am now kneeing on the blanket, my thighs on full display, due to the cut-outs of my dress. My hands are laying on my thighs and Felix directs me to just stare into the distance. He takes a few shoots, also from different angles, adjusting some hair strand here and there.  He seems really happy with the outcome of the photos, so he decides to switch into some more different poses.

An hour passes and I feel myself getting slightly bored. “Honey, I think it’s unfair.” I say, just as he tries to put me into a different pose. “What do you mean?” he asks, slightly confused and nervous he might have made me uncomfortable. “That I am the only one in front of the camera. You’re also very pretty.” And that’s when a thought hit me. I quickly get up from the blanket, to which I earn a slightly annoyed “Hey” from Felix, because he just got me into another pose, and I grab the glitter from the ground. I walk up to him, and he looks at me confused, then I start to gently apply some glitter over his freckles. Felix eyes watch my fingers, which makes him squint lightly.

“Tada!” I announce my finished work, as I hold up my phone, mirror app opened, to show him the outcome of my work. He studies himself for a few seconds before a familiar smile spreads over his lips. “This is cute. Thank you” he admits calmly. I drag him along, back to the blanket, not before turning on the self-timer on his camera. Golden hour has hit us by now, which makes the glitter stand out even more, but also making our skin glow lightly. I place my hands on his cheeks, careful though, not to cover his golden freckles, while his arms wrap around my waist. We smile at each other, both happy and relieved to have each other. We don’t even realize the camera shooting the picture, both lost in each other’s eyes. “I love you. Thank you for all of this. For always making me feel loved.” I whisper softly against his lips. Felix shakes his head slightly, a shaky laugh escaping his mouth. “Sweetheart, there is nothing to thank me about. It is my pleasure to make you feel that way. It makes me happy to see you happy. That’s all that matters to me. Please understand that you are perfect for me, in every single way. I don’t care about your stretch marks or any other thing you don’t like about yourself. For me, that all belongs to you. And I love you…All of you.” Small tears build up, not only in my eyes, but also in his. His voice is filled with pure honesty and love. Making me start to believe every single thing he says.

“Hey Hyunjin, here’s your glitter back.” Felix says while entering the practice room, handing the small box back to his owner. Hyunjin looks from the glitter to Felix and then back to the glitter before quickly taking it out of his hands. “You stole my glitter?” he shouts a little overdramatic. “Well not really stole it. Just borrowed it” Felix shrugs slightly, but his smile grew wide immediately. “But look at those beautiful pictures” Felix explains excited while almost shoving his phone in Hyunjins face, showing him his lockscreen, which is now the picture of Felix and me, standing in the garden, smiling brightly at each other. Hyunjin just laughs slightly while shaking his head “You are unbelievable.”

Han coded relationship:

Sweet, Possessive, Hello-Kitty gf 🤝 Charming, Obsessive, Slightly Emo bf !!!

A need not a want!!!

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"Just let me help you..." 🥹

♡Han Jisung

“You deserve the world, honey.”💌

"You deserve to be treated with love and respect, always" 🥹🤧

♡Lee Felix

"You will see yourself just as beautiful as I see you" 💌🥹

“You deserve the world, honey.”

Pairing: Han x Reader 

Content: fluff 

Words: 1.2k 

English is not my native language, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to contact me. 

I unlock the front door of Jisungs and mine appartement, just glad this awful day finally comes to an end. Work was extremely exhausting today; my boss has a deadline on a project this week and of course it’s the responsibility of all his employees to finish HIS project until the deadline. I sigh deeply as I shut the door behind me and take of my heels, my feet were hurting by now. I hang away my coat and purse before I notice the scent of lavender in the air. A confused look comes creeping in my face and I make my way over to our living room. “Sungie?” I call out for my boyfriend. A mumbled “here” is audible from the living room and I quicken my walk, my body full of anticipation to just spend a calm and peaceful evening with him. The lavender scent gets stronger, the closer I get to the door and as I step inside, I was greeted by a grinning Jisung who was surrounded by a few lavender candles.

“Hi, sweet angle” Jisung says happily as I make my way over to him. He swiftly wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a tight hug. “Hi sungie...” I mumble into his chest, my voice slightly drained from the day at work. “Look, after you texted me about your bad day, I prepared something for us.” Jisung explains, the excitement was clear in his voice, as he points to the coffee table behind him. Several sheet masks, a tube of peel of mask and two hairbands were splattered on the table, along with some snacks and the candles which were already lit. His thoughtfulness makes my heart melt and all the stress and feelings from this day, along with his cute gesture makes me feel so overwhelmed, that small tears start to fall down my cheeks. “Hey, hey...is it that bad?” Jisung jokes slightly as he places his hands on my cheeks, whipping away some of the tears. “No, it’s perfect, really. I love it. I just didn’t expect this “I explain, smiling brightly at him despite my tears. Jisung places a soft kiss on my forehead before seating me on the couch.

He starts to take of my jeans to replace them with some comfortable sweatpants, his movement was slow and very gentle. My hair was carefully pulled back into a loose ponytail before Jisung pulls the hairband over my face, before he does the same for himself. “Gosh you look so cute” I squeal happily as I pinch Jisungs cheeks. His hair was too short to put it in one ponytail, so he now has two small ones on each side of his face. Jisung doesn’t respond but his cheeks start to turn pink. “Okay, okay. This is supposed to be about you. Let’s get started, alright?” he giggles softly as he grabs the tube of peel of mask. He squeezes almost half of the bottle on his hand. “ Jisung! Thats way too much” I say quickly as I try to snatch the tube out of his hands. “Oh nonesense” he says confident, his hand reaching out to apply the mask on my face. His fingers glide softly over my skin, his warmth was mixed with the cold of the mask. Due to him putting on way too much, the mask starts to drip down my cheeks, on to my sweatpants. “Ok, maybe it was a little too much...” Jisung admits silently, his ego slightly scratched. “Oh really?” I ask sarcastically, looking at him with this ‘I told you so’ face. “Hey, don’t be mean to me! I’m trying to be a great and romantic boyfriend” Jisung protests which only makes me bursts out giggles. Watching me giggle about his cuteness only makes him sulk, he pushes his lower lip above the other and crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh, come on, Sungie” I say, leaning towards him to give him a kiss on his lips, but just as my lips are inches above his he turns his head away, sulking even more. “Nono, no kisses for mean people” he insists. I try to catch his lips, but he is too fast, always turning away seconds before I can give him a kiss. “Sungie...” I whine slightly, “let me kiss you already.” He finally gives in and connects our lips together. His lips felt soft against mine and I can taste his sweet honey chapstick he used earlier. “Now, are you still sulky or shall we continue our relaxed evening?” I ask as we pull away from each other. “If you stop being mean to me, I would be more than happy to continue” Jisung answers me.

I shake my head, laughing slightly, as I wipe some of the remaining peel of mask from his hands, only to gently apply it on Jisungs face. He closes his eyes and almost melts into my touch as I let my fingers trace over his cheeks. As we wait for the mask to dry, Jisung gently starts to massage my hurting shoulders and neck. “Hm, what did I do to deserve this...” I hum out as his fingers knead stronger into my muscles. “You deserve the world, honey.” he mumbles under his breath, so quiet I could hardly hear it. I was thankful for the mask, so he didn’t notice the way my cheeks turn pink. 

“Stop whining so much” I say, carefully trying to pull of Jisungs mask from his face. Apparently, his mask hurts way more than mine did, for no specific reason. “But it hurts. How come yours didn’t hurt like this?” he keeps on whining, a small pout resting on his face again. “Maybe because I’m not a sissy like you...” I murmur playfully. Jisung snaps his eyes open, his mind debating if he misheard me or if I really called him a sissy. “Excuse me?” he asks, the disbelieve audible in his voice. “Nothing, nothing” I play it off, trying to hold back my laugh. “Did you just dared to call me a sissy?” his voice slightly higher than usual, as he places a hand over his heart, pretending that he was hurt deeply. Now I can’t hold back anymore and I start to burst out into a fit of laughter, to which Jisung only react with a look of disbelief plastered on his face. He hesitates for a moment before he pushes me back against the couch, now hovering over me. Before I can react, his hands are on my sides, tickling my skin with his fingers which only makes me laugh even more. “N-No Jisung....stop it....” I try to speak out between laughers, but he does not care. After some minutes I feel my throat staring to hurt, the reason I finally decide to give in “ok, ok. You are not a sissy...” I laugh out, almost out of breath by now. Jisung stops his tickle attack with a satisfied grin on his face. He lays down against the back of the couch before he pulls me close to his, turning on the TV so we can continue our anime, that we started to watch a few nights ago. I nuzzle closer against his chest, mumbling a quiet “Thank you, I needed this.” Jisung places a soft kiss on my hair “Your welcome, Honey. You deserve this.” 

“You deserve to be treated with love and respect, always”

Roomate!Han x reader

Warnings: cheating, mentioning of slight smut (MDNI), panic attack

Wc: 1.1k

English is not my native language, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to contact me. 

My body was still shaking slightly as I make my way over to Jisungs bedroom door. I could not quiet process what happened a few minutes ago. It felt like the ground was being torn away from under my feet, when I called my boyfriend – now ex-boyfriend- and some random woman picked up the phone, giggling and moaning slightly into my ear.

I softly knock on Jisungs door, tears still streaming down my face. “Come in” was heard from inside. Jisung is sitting on his bed, watching some anime as I step inside his room. “You need to watch this one, it’s amaz…Hey, what’s wrong?” his face instantly changes from happy to worried as soon as he looks at me. He quickly makes his way over to me, studying me with a concerned expression. We walk over to his bed so I can sit down, while Jisung kneels in front of me. He gently takes my hands into his, trying to calm me down. “H-he...” I try to say, but a sob escapes my mouth before I can even say a word. I don’t want to say it out loud. It would be real then, right? Panic starts to build up in my body and I feel my chest tightens. Pictures of my boyfriend and this woman shoot up in my head, imagining all the things they could have possibly been doing when I called. Did he really throw away our two-year relationship for some other woman? My mind keeps racing over the same thoughts again and again, making me completely forget about Jisung kneeling in front of me, until he succeeds to pull me out of my thoughts. “Shh, shh, take deep breaths.” Jisung soothes, his eyes filled with concern. He gently starts to stroke over the back of my hand with his thumb, trying desperately to comfort me. I try to take deep breaths, but I can’t. My body was shaking, and my vision starts to get blurry again from tears. “Look at me” he gently grabs my chin to force me to focus only on him. “That’s it. Focus on me” he says softly “you need to slow down your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth.” He demonstrates slowly, trying to guide me through it, trying his best not to freak out himself. As he realizes that it does not seem to help, he quickly sits down on the floor and pulls me on to his lap in a swift motion. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pulls me close. With my head now on his chest, I can clearly listen to his heartbeat and steady breathing. I try to sync with him again and this time my breathing slowly starts to calm down. “That’s it” Jisung murmurs, his heart thumping in his chest as he holds me close. He tightens his arms around me, his fingers tracing circles on my back as he tries to soothe me fully. “Take all the time you need.”

His soft stroking on my back and his heartbeat grounds me and my breathing is starting to be normal again, small sobs are still coming from my mouth, but I finally have enough air and strength to speak. “He cheated on me” I whisper, so quiet, Jisung could hardly hear it. “Oh, I’m so sorry” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. He tightens his hold on me even more, trying to offer what comfort he can. “You don’t deserve that.” I cling on to his body with all the strength I have left in my body. Jisung shifts slightly, lifting me more on to his lap. “Do you think it’s my fault?” I ask hesitantly. “No, definitely not. He is the one who cheated. You didn’t do anything wrong. You deserve to be treated with love and respect, always” His voice was filled with so much emotion, which makes my heartbeat fasten. I stare him into his eyes, unable to answer anything. Only then I fully realize how close we are. Our bodies were pressed together, and I can feel his warmth radiating off him. Jisung tenderly moves his hand to brush a strand of hair away from my cheek. “You know,” he says softly, “if you ever need someone to talk to or just be there for you, I’m here. You’re not alone.” His voice is low and soothing, and I swear I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. My skin tingles as he brushes away my hair. “Thank you” I mumble, our faces just inches apart by now. I feel Jisung leaning in closer, our lips almost touching, only for us to be jolting apart because of Jisungs phone ringing. He quietly curses under his breath before he looks down on his phone. “I’m really sorry, but I need to take this.” He stands up and leaves the room. I nervously start to play with the hem of my shirt. Did we really almost kiss? My whole body is tingling, when I think about how close we were.

My thoughts are interrupted my Jisung reentering the room. "Sorry again” he says, smiling shyly as he walks back over to me. “So, uh “he starts as he sits back down next to me “that happened. And I just want you to know that I really care about you, and…”. Before he can even finish his sentence, a wave of confidence washes over me and I quickly lean forward, pressing my lips on to his. I quickly realize he is not responding to my kiss, and I immediately disconnect our lips. “I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me” I stutter as I look at the floor, to embarrassed to look him into his eyes. Jisung looks at me, gently grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him, too. His eyes are filled with surprise but also something I can’t quite identify. “It’s okay. I actually liked it.” He leans in closer, brushing his lips against mine before once more reconnecting our lips in a gentle kiss. It feels like fireworks are exploding in my body as our lips move in perfect sync with each other. I swiftly wrap my hands around his neck to pull him even close, while his hands find place on my waist. The kiss just feels magical, like something that was meant to happen. I gently start to play with his hair in his nape, pulling at it softly. Jisung groans into the kiss, pulling me even closer to him by my hips. We break the kiss after some time, both needing to catch our breath. Jisung leans his forehead against mine, looking me deeply into the eyes. “Wow…” I mumble against his lips. A big smile is plastered on his lips as he nods agreeing. We sit on the floor for a while, just looking at each other and exchanging kisses here and there. I don’t know how I could be so stupid all this time along. The perfect boy was always right before my eyes.

hey I don't know if it was just me that was bothered by this, but it was a bit of an insensitive decision to put a picture of a stick-thin woman on a piece of writing that's for people with body image issues? especially something like stretch marks, sure thin people can have them but they're way more common on bigger bodies. idk it made me feel gross seeing that

Hey. So the whole idea behind the picture was actually just, that the dress matched my description and this was the first one I found. I didn't think much of it, I'm sorry.

I'll look for a new one right away!