Okay But Loki Helping The Reader With Their Self Esteem Is Something I Need

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

I'm such a slut for intelligent, sarcastic, dark haired, morally grey villains

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anyone who thinks they’re in bucky barnes’s arms instead of going to therapy clap your hands

Naming the female razor brand Venus is so personally offensive to me....you think Venus the goddess of love and sex and beauty was shaving her PUSSY? Go kill yourself

You already left kudos here (derogatory)

another world [1]

after your boyfriend, peter parker, is killed by the green goblin, you take on the mantel of spiderwoman. a few years later, you're suddenly shoved into a multi-versal war after being called to another universe to help a (smaller) version of peter. a familiar face leaves you shaken.

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PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x reader

CONTENT: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS!!!!!, mentions of suicide, angst angst angst angst, may parker deserves so much better and i apologize for putting her through this

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

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Here lies Peter Parker. Beloved son.

We shall meet again.

[Y/N] stands over his grave. There's a chill in the air, autumn has finally taken New York. She shivers, her coat a few sizes too big, and two hands make their way to her lapel to tuck the girl in tighter. May Parker let's out a sigh.

"We've got to get you a thicker coat," May says. There's a tired look in her eyes. The lines on her face seem deeper. She's pushing on fifty-two now. The grief has aged her far more. "You're going to freeze when December hits."

"This one was his, May," [Y/N] replies. The words make May take a temporary pause. "I can't just find a new one."

Wind sends the leaves skittering along the graves. The red and brown contrast greatly to the pure white bouquet of cleomes sat on the headstone. Spider flowers, [Y/N] thinks with a small smile. He'd appreciate the irony.

"I think Peter would rather you be warm and cozy in your own well-fitting coat than freezing to death in one of his old, worn, baggy ones," May eventually responded. [Y/N] wrapped her hands around her body, subconsciously pulling the coat even closer. She could still pretend it smelled like him if she tried hard enough. The warm scent of cinnamon with hints of oak and amber. The smell of home.

The older woman gave her a sad smile and comfortingly rubbed her back. "But, I understand. It's hard to let go of it when you can imagine it's him. You wouldn't believe how many of Ben's old flannels are still folded up in my dresser."

Quiet crept in again. [Y/N] could still remember Ben Parker's death, how Peter shut down, how May crumbled. How could that have been nearly eight years ago? May still had her days of darkness, when the grief became too much. She had lost a husband and a son. [Y/N] had watched this woman quite literally go through every mother's nightmare. How did she get out of bed? How did she go to work? How was she still breathing?

"How do you do it?" [Y/N] broke the silence, unable to hold her thoughts back any longer. "It's been three years, May, and I still wake up expecting him to be next to me. I still wait for a call, a text, letting me know he's going to be late to dinner again this week because he's gotten caught up with some robbery downtown. I come home from work and I wait. I wait for Peter to walk in with Chinese takeout, give me a kiss that takes my breath away, and sit down to explain his latest gadget idea to me. I look at the door and I wait. I wait it for to open and it never does."

A sob falls from her lips. Tears are streaming down her face openly now, though [Y/N] can't remember when they started. May embraces her, tightly, as if she's keeping the girl in one piece. They fall together as [Y/N]'s knees give in from the weight of it all. The ground is cold. The grass is dead. Peter's headstone has collected enough dirt to look beige. There is no sign of life, no sign of who he was. All of it is dull. It makes the sobs wrack through her body even harder.

The two women sit there for quite some time. May cradles [Y/N] in her arms, whispering soothing words in her ear as the waves of sorrow slowly become smaller and smaller. There's been a quiet understanding between them ever since Peter's passing. They were family now. Neither would ever grieve alone. Neither would ever be alone. This was not the first time May Parker had held her son's partner in her arms as she grieved the loss of her love, and it would not be the last.

"You won't believe me, but it does get easier," May speaks while gently petting the girl's hair. Her breath had finally evened out, she was fresh out of tears. "It took me almost three years to come to terms with Ben's passing. I'm still learning to live without him. Healing is not linear, darling. I know it seems like this is never ending, but you will make it through this. We'll both make it through this, together, hand in hand. I am never leaving you and you're sure as hell not leaving me on my watch."

[Y/N] let out a shaky laugh, pulling back from May to look level with her. There were a few tear streaks down the older woman's face and [Y/N] felt a pang of guilt. She hated upsetting May or making her worry even more than she already did. May gently pushed the hair out of her face and [Y/N] took her hand.

"I'm not going anywhere, May," [Y/N] replied, placing a gentle kiss on the older woman's knuckle. "I'd miss your meatloaf too much."

May snorted, standing up and helping [Y/N] off the ground. "Now, there is no point in lying to me to butter me up," She joked, brushing the grass and dirt off the girl's coat. "Why don't you come back to the house for a bit? I'll make some tea. We could finally take a crack at that pumpkin bread recipe you've been talking about."

As if on cue, the shrill screech of a police siren broke May's created facade of a peaceful night. The women shared a look, [Y/N]'s full of remorse while May's held sorrow.

"Duty calls." [Y/N] sighed. She really did want to try that pumpkin bread recipe.

There was a beat. May opened her mouth and closed it again, trying to find the right words to say. She didn't have to. [Y/N] already knew.

"I know, May," The girl spoke up. "He wouldn't want this for me, and you're right, but he also wouldn't want New York to be completely on its own. This city needs a hero, a symbol of hope. It's selfish, but this is for me too. Makes me feel like I'm carrying on his legacy, I guess. As long as there's a Spider, there's still a piece of Peter around."

It had been hard informing May of the double life Peter had been living after he passed, but what else could [Y/N] have told her? "Ah yes, your son died in a very tragic car accident and that's why his spine was shattered into pieces and I was left completely unharmed although I was also at the scene." Lying to May after losing him just felt wrong.

So [Y/N] told her everything, about Spiderman, about the Green Goblin and the Osborns. And a few months later, when [Y/N] decided to take her late boyfriend's place and protect New York, the first thing she did was tell May. May, of course, pleaded with the girl not to go any further with the idea of Spiderwoman, but [Y/N] had her mind set. She was going to protect New York, not only for her home state's sake, but for Peter's memory as well.

May sighed. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop [Y/N] and there was no point in wasting both of their time. She'd been trying to put an end to this for two years now, but the girl was stubborn. Peter had called it "overly ambitious". May couldn't help but think that Ben could've put an end to this somehow, but it was just her now. She'd find a way eventually.

"If you need anything," May finally spoke. "I'll be home all night. I don't have night rounds at the hospital for the rest of this week. You stop by, no matter how late, okay? Peter's old bed is always there for you."

[Y/N] felt a pang in her chest at the mention of Peter's childhood bedroom. She'd spent at least four months after his death practically rotting away in his bed. There were so many memories from their teenage years in that room. She didn't know if she could face them again without deteriorating.

"Thanks, May," [Y/N] gave her a small smile. "I'll shoot you a text if I decide to stop by. In the meantime, pamper yourself. You work too hard."

The women shared a hug, May giving the girl a warm kiss on the cheek before they finally parted ways. [Y/N] watched May make her way out of the graveyard before leaning down to Peter's headstone. She gently sat her forehead against the stone and closed her eyes.

"I really, really hope you're proud of me."

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It was late. She'd been out for hours now, patrolling around the entire state of New York. Stopped a few break-ins, prevented some drug deals, the usual crime scene. It had been quiet ever since Norman Osborn's death. His passing was sudden, an apparent suicide. The news had sent [Y/N] into a fit of rage.

"That coward took the easy way out. After everything he's done, after Peter, it's over because of a fucking self-inflicted gunshot to the head? It was supposed to be me, May. I wanted to watch him bleed."

[Y/N] sat close to the top of the Empire State building. This had been her and Peter's hiding spot. She could remember the first time he had brought her up here, sometime during junior year, and the view had completely taken her breath away. Peter had taken her hand and told her he loved her for the first time. It truly felt like they could've conquered the world together.

She took a breath, attempting to let herself relax for the first time in a few days. She was exhausted; her head was pounding and her body ached. It was a lot more difficult to do the job that Peter left behind without any super-human abilities. She was extremely lucky all of his equipment hadn't taken damage, trying to follow Peter's notes and blueprints felt like reading a foreign language. It was a miracle she hadn't taken life-threatening injuries yet, though she had ended up on May's doorstep needing help getting patched back up more times than she'd like to admit. Thank God for May Parker.

The wind up this high was chilling. It seemed to bite, but it held a certain familiarity that brought comfort. [Y/N] wrapped her arms around herself, leaning against the structure of the building. The red and blue of the suit reflected against the metal. She had managed to adjust Peter's old suit enough to get it to fit her smaller frame. She was cold. She never used to be cold up here.

Her eyes were getting heavier and it was dangerous to stay up this high, but she couldn't seem to care. She gave in almost at once, letting her eyes drift shut. I'll just rest my eyes for a minute, she thought. It's not like anyone will find me up here.

There was a brief moment of complete silence. No city sounds, no wind, she could barely hear the steady intake of her own breath. It was calm, almost as if she had made her way to the end of the world. A bright, nearly blinding light made [Y/N] squeeze her eyes shut tighter. What the hell?

The noise resumed. Cars honked, people yelled. [Y/N] rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the effect of the light, and noticed that the sun had risen. Had she accidentally fallen asleep and slept until morning? She'd have to send May a text. She always sent May an "I'm Ok! :)" after patrol. The woman must be worried sick.

[Y/N] made her way off of the building, slipping her mask back on and beginning to swing home. The sounds of Jonah Jameson's voice echoed through Times Square. Since when had he begun filming his episodes? She could've sworn the reporter only did his podcast.

J. Jonah Jameson sat at a desk, a stack of papers in his hand. His voice seemed to echo through the city. "Spider-Man continues his era of chaos with no remorse—"

That was weird. She had sworn everyone had switched to referring to the vigilante as Spiderwoman ever since the change had become more apparent. Also, when did Jameson go bald? He looked just... slightly off.

The reporter's rant on the hero continued. "When will you cease this meaningless destruction? After your betrayal to Mysterio, it's a miracle you have any public support remaining at all."

Mysterio? Who the hell was Mysterio?

The girl stopped, perching herself on the edge of a building and looking at the screen expectantly. She couldn't remember fighting a "Mysterio". There hadn't been a big bad in New York since the Goblin.

"It's time this little round of show-and-tell was put to an end," Jameson continued. "When will you face the facts? For the betterment of this city, you should be put behind bars. It's time you turned yourself in, Peter Parker."

[Y/N] felt her stomach drop.

The screen flashed. A photo of a teenaged boy was put on display. The words "PUBLIC ENEMY #1" were plastered over his face. Footage followed of the man Mysterio, accusing Peter of attempting to kill him. He revealed his identity and screen went to black.

[Y/N] could see Jameson's face appear back on the screen, but she couldn't hear a word he spoke. Something was extremely wrong here. She couldn't stop thinking about the boy that they had shown.

That's wasn't Peter.

Andrew!Peter With A Skater Girlfriend Would Include...

Request: May i request a tasm!Peter with a skater girlfriend

Sure my lovely @maycat-19-142! I’ve never skated myself so I’m using poetic license here lmao <3 

If you enjoy, please comment!!

(I do not own TASM or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @guyinagreensuit.)

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You first caught Peter’s attention during both your last years of High School. The final bell had rung, and instead of going home Peter had decided to sit on one of the lunch benches in the courtyard, and try to fix the camera Flash had knocked out of his hand during first period. Despite how much he scrunched up his eyes behind his glasses, and tried his hardest to concentrate on which little screw goes into which fiddly mechanism, he kept on coming distracted by someone skating out of the corner of his eye.

To be completely honest, the whole camera thing was just a ruse. Just a fabrication, just a way that he could sit and not draw too much attention to himself as he looked at you. He had been in love with you for a while now, and he had spent may an afternoon pretending to do his homework, or nap, or listen to music on this very bench to just gaze at you. He was too afraid, too awkward to just come up to you and say, ‘hey, Y/n, so I don’t know if you know, but my name’s Peter Parker and you’ve owned my heart since eighth grade.’

He nearly drops his lens in surprise, lanky arm reaching out to grab it and nearly punching you in the face when he finally is drawn out of his musing and realises you’re standing right in front of him. With a big smile on your face, you kick up your skateboard and hold it against your hip as you hold out a hand to him.

‘It’s Peter, right?’

He has to stop himself gasping in surprise, instead wildly blinking in shock a few times before realising himself and taking your hand within your own. Shaking it all wobbly like jelly, his slender fingers can’t find a way to let go of yours until you gently hand his hand back to him with a giggle.

‘Yeah. Yeah!’, he starts suddenly, reaching up behind him to scratch the back of his head. ‘And you’re Y/n, right? I- I saw you skateboarding… you’re pretty good. I skate too!’

He points at it while you take a seat down on the meshed metal beside him, stifling a laugh but also pretending not to notice at the way his leg jumps when your own settles to rest against it.

The two of you end up skating back to his house together, after just sitting and chatting about everything and nothing for a little while. The two of you spend hours outside his porch, just laughing and chasing each other, sitting down on your boards and racing each other down the street.

It was just one of those natural things, as if the two of you had been doing this forever. Sitting behind him, resting your arms around his waist, he turns his head slightly to grin at you. Smiling back, you rest your cheek on the back of his jacket as the two of you go rolling off down the hilled tram lines nearby, and everything in that moment just felt right. As if the two of you had always done this. As if you were meant to. As if the Universe was just waiting for the perfect time and offering the perfect opening to draw two soulmates together.

The two of you spend a lot of weekends hanging out at the park near your house. Peter sits by the edge of the fountain, holding his camera up and trying to take pictures even close to capturing how ethereal you look in the golden rays of the summer light as you skate by him, posing each time you pass. Rolling over the cobbled bricks, he makes it a game to try and grab onto your waist each time you go past, and if he succeeds, he’s rewarded with a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

He sneaks out of his bedroom window at night to go and sneak in clumsily through yours. Before you spend the rest of the night and early morning before graduation cuddled up against his chest while he strokes happily, euphorically over your shoulder with that cute little glint of adoration in his eyes, he drags you out. The two of you go skating together down the roads, and avenues, and promenade, blasting indie music through your earbuds and just holding hands as the honey rays begin to melt their soft sweetness over the top of the house rows. 

It’s always the best parts of his day - just a little slice of heaven in the midst of the hardships and uncertainties of his life. You are always the best of him, showing him the goodness and beauty life can bring.

He keeps on tripping up though, and nearly breaks his board clean in half. It’s only because he keeps on trying to sneak little giggly, puppy dog eyes over at you when he should be looking where he’s going.

Sometimes he’s more playfully sneaky, though. Times like these, he pretends to fall over just so he can grab onto your shoulders and tug you against his chest as he stumbles. He’s all ‘wooaaahhh’ as he, in a very obviously fake manner, falls onto the ground. It’s just an excuse for you to land on top of him, so he can wrap his long arms and legs around you like a koala bear and press a thousand warm fast kisses over your face as you laugh.

You’re very good at patching him up after rough days as Spider-Man, because during your early days of skating you had to do the same on yourself. Sitting on the edge of your bed, he slumps between your knees as you reach down and apologise as he winces, the alcohol wipe burning against the scrape on his forehead. He knows you’re tough, and resilient, and so, so amazing and more than he deserves, but as soon as you’re finished he rests his forehead gently against yours with a warm sigh. Keeping his eyes closed, he just lingers next to you, letting you know that he’s warm and safe as his fingers dance across your cheek.

when they have emotional damage and dark hair,,,

cold fingers, warm hands

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: in past relationships, you've always been told you were too much when they called it quits. then you find the perfect man, and you don't want to mess that up too.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: relationship/personal insecurities, wee bit of angst if you would even call it that (talks of a breakup), swearing, suggestive language and i think that's it. pls notify me of any warnings i overlooked.

a/n: here’s a bit of a winter drabble. im in the cozy, cuddly mood & i wanted to get this out. i hope y’all enjoy! my inbox is always open for your sweet, perfect, and filthy ideas. also, the summary thing is new?? i just haven't updated my masterlist and am lazy lol. this is for all the peeps out there who have been told by their ridiculous and stupid exes that they're "too much." you're never too much. you are just the right about for someone who truly loves you.

minors dni.

masterlist

We should talk.

It was a simple text message from Bucky. Three words. Three fuckin' words that made goosebumps rise on your skin. You chewed at the green Starbucks stopper and uncrossed your legs from your comfortable position on the couch.

You've been all the right things -- you thought. Answering his text messages at an appropriate time (not within five minutes since it was received). You didn't babble on dates and made it know just a little bit of you at a time.

When you two slept together for the first time, you left in the early morning by just leaving a kiss on his lips. You didn't stay to make or enjoy breakfast. You put your own clothes back on. You didn't contact him until the next day.

You were sure you were doing everything right. Or at least doing the opposite of what your exes said was just too much.

okay.

should i come to your place?

Shit. Your nerves about his text message got to you and you didn't filter out how ridiculous it was to double-text. You also didn't filter out how inappropriate it was to invite yourself to his. You're killing a relationship that has just started.

No. I'll come to yours.

Shit, times two.

Still a bit anxious, you replied quickly, already breaking one of your rules:

when should i expect you?

Bucky had come into your life a couple of months ago. It's been good or what you thought was good. He was sweet, patient, attentive, and made sure you felt good (all around). You knew after the first date, he was the one. Then you got all in your head. It was too soon to think that. He would think you were desperate. You couldn't be more into this than he was. So you sat back a little and let the relationship be.

Yeah, you thought it was going good.

Then he sent you that text message on a Friday night, you wish you were spending in bed with him. Stop.

Just talked to Fred for bit. See you soon.

Fred. Your doorman.

Oh.

You jumped up, almost knocking over your tea. Double-checking that you didn't have any stains on your jumper, you smacked your lips at the tiny hole on your yoga pants.

But maybe changing your entire outfit would be a red flag, a little much to Bucky. The lazy and effortless wear was perfect for someone who didn't want to seem like they were trying too hard.

God, this suppression of your full self was getting hard.

You were combing the ends of your braids when there was a knock on your door. You let a little yelp escape you but swallow it down as your head to the door.

With a deep breath, you twist the doorknob and there he is.

Bucky was sporting a soft smile and a raincoat. You then took notice of the sound of rain hitting your windows and let Bucky in quickly. He shook off his boat and set them on the towel you kept folded by the door for that exact reason.

"Hi, sweetheart." He said. You got a whiff of his warm cologne and a slight citrus scent. The tip of his nose was a little red and you could tell he was a little cold. He must have walked most of the journey here because the subway stop was just across the street and there's just no way he would be this cold from that short walk.

You wanted to ask why he didn't take the train all the way to you? Why did he decide to walk? Why did he walk in the rain?

But you kept it all to yourself and just let him warm up on your couch. He made himself comfortable, grabbing the throw you kept in the living room, to toss over his legs. Meanwhile, you poured him a glass of water and offered him so hot chocolate.

He declined the latter and drink his full glass of water before speaking again.

"Maybe I should just get it out and say it, huh?" There was a small laugh on his breath.

Here it comes. The most perfect guy breaking up with you. Of course, you would mess that up. You always do.

"Are you-- do you want to break up with me?"

No, it wasn't you asking that. It was the perfect guy. Bucky Barnes. In a navy blue hoodie and sinful gray sweatpants, was asking you if you wanted to break up with him.

What?

So you said it aloud.

"What?"

"I mean," Bucky coughed," You just don't seem-- Fuck, I don't want to say the wrong thing... You just don't seem all that interested. I don't you to feel like you have to date me."

Your heartfelt like it was going to just beat out of your chest. If you could throw up in his lap, you would.

"What?" Is all you could say.

"I'm saying this wrong, aren't I?" Bucky's smile was uncomfortable and small," Are you into this? Us? Do you want to end it? Sometimes it feels like I bore you-"

"-No!" You almost screamed. Bucky's eyes widened and you were sure it wasn't from your volume but rather the fact that you didn't want to end this," I really like you, Bucky. I really, really like you." You cringed at yourself, hoping he wouldn't take that the wrong way.

He just smiled.

No, he actually grinned really big.

"Okay, okay. That's good," Bucky nibbled at his lip," But just answer this for me. Why are you so, I don't know, away from me all the time. If you want to slow things down, we can." Bucky's eyes were so innocent, so hopeful.

It's been clicking the entire conversation but to just hear Bucky say that, you knew you had to say something.

"I only know like your siblings' names and that you performed in a talent show when you were like 12," Bucky laughed," I want to get to know you. Why won't you let me get to know you?"

You were silent for a few moments before you felt a wave of tears manifest themselves. You scooted away from Bucky's outstretched hands and sniffled up.

"I've been told," You started. Deep breaths.

"I've been told I can be a lot. Crazy sometimes. I just," You shuttered, another rush of emotion coming on," I just didn't want to do that with you."

"Too much?" Bucky scooted closer to you," You could never be too much because sweetheart, I don't think I could ever get enough of you."

That made you sob. You couldn't stop Bucky's arms from wrapping around you and sinking you down into the couch. He left small kisses up and down your neck, then pressed his lips to your wet cheeks.

"Talk to me, beautiful. Talk to me."

"I can't," You don't even know how those words came out. You couldn't stop crying. Your throat burned. Your face was hot. You weren't sad. God, no.

You were relieved.

"Don't hold back on me," Bucky said," Don't hide away parts of you. I want them all. I want every single bit."

No thoughts head empty just Saeyoung

Just imagine Saeyoung holding you tightly in his arms as you both lay down together on his bed. He has this happy smile on his face as he left many but small kisses on many parts of your face. Words can't express how much he loves you, you gave him hope and so much more, you are really an angel and he wants to show you how much you mean to him.

An arm wrapped around you, his hand rubbing slow and small circles on your back gently while his other hand was holding your own. His fingers brushing gently over your knuckles where you could even feel his engagement ring. He just has this smile on his face as he gives you more kisses, he can't help it, you are just so cute!

He makes many jokes and talks to you about pranks he has done in the past while giggling softly, his smile widening after listening to you being happy and laughing, it makes him feel so happy and warm inside. You two laugh together pretty much every night as you both cuddle and it has always been so nice. Saeyoung can have many weird but funny and amazing ideas and he is gonna tell you about them If you wish to hear! You often wonder how he comes up with a lot of them, honestly.

Ran your hand through his hair and he will absolutely melt. Sometimes he tends to act like a cat and rub his head more on your hand just to see your beautiful and adorable smile. Playing with his hair makes him feel so relaxed since it feels so nice. If he could, he wished he could stay next to you there forever, just giving each other affection and laughing through everything.

If you want to, you can try rubbing his shoulders gently, it's another thing he loves and he will have this grin on his face as his eyes are gazing with so much love at yours. Even the smallest things you do for him make him love you more and more, like I said before, words can't explain how much he adores you! Just rubbing his shoulders in the right spots makes him melt onto you. He remembered back then where when he went to bed, he would be tense, his whole arm pretty much sore from working, but thanks to you, not anymore.

Saeyoung recently brought some star and other space related stickers that he put on the ceiling and some on the wall so every night, it would feel like you two are outside stargazing under the so so many stars out there. It feels quite nice falling asleep with these stickers surrounding you two. Just burying your face in his chest and him putting his chin on your head is enough to make him cling to you like a koala.

If you had any bad days, Saeyoung will do his best to make you smile once more and snuggle with you under the covers and if you are up for it, why not build a tent or something like a small castle and lay under it together? You two could watch your favorite movie or anything that brings you comfort. Don't forget his affection as well! He will hold you and whisper the sweetest words in your ear as he holds you close as he could, rubbing your back or shoulders gently like how you do it to him so you could relax your tense muscles.

Sometimes, Saeyoung loves to hide his face in your neck or your chest to listen to your heartbeat since it calms him down and it's a nice reminder that everything is okay now. Stroke or play with his hair or even massage his shoulders and he will melt and get sleepy slowly but he never goes to sleep without making sure that he has his arms wrapped around you and holding you as close as possible.

You have to convince him to let you go if you wanna escape his grip. He enjoys every second that he spends with you and he is so, so happy and grateful for everything.

Words can't express how much he loves you, he will do anything for you to be safe and happy. Feeling his engagement ring on his fingers is a great reminder that you both will be happy and laugh through everything together. He loves you so much.