#oceaneyez

[tiltedstar]

@oceaneyez  /  prompt.

this isn’t how things were supposed to be. despite everything, spiderman or not, gwen always believed that tate would always come back to her; that he would do everything in his power to come back home to her, she knows that he would do that much. it was a cold night in new york, but that never meant anything when it came to the busyness of their city. gwen had grown used to being home alone some nights, knowing well enough that tate had his responsibilities, all she would ever ask of him was to be safe. even more so when they were expecting on top of all this, she’s six months along and she never considered that maybe tate wouldn’t come back; that she would be left trying to pick the pieces of their life back together. she didn’t know why then, but she had a strange feeling that day, when tate left out; she hugged him a little longer before he left, gave him a few extra kisses. hoping that she would shake off that feeling, but it stayed and she desperately tried to chalk it up to it being a pregnancy thing and nothing more. 

but, as she stayed up, waiting for him to come home and as it entered into the early hours of the morning; she knew something was wrong. she turns on the news, hoping for something, anything. but, nothing could ever prepared her for the breaking news headline that read “spiderman fatally injured in fight against electro.” she is quick to pull her coat and shoes on, never minding the fact that she is still her pajamas, rushing out the door with her keys and phone. calling tate as many times as her phone allows her as she gets into the car, fighting back tears and the panic attack brewing in her chest, trying to get to the nearest hospital while continuing to call him; anxiety building even more when it keeps going to voicemail, hearing the sound of his voice on the recording is enough to make her tears begin to spill. barely managing to get to the hospital and park, going inside the hospital, panicked and scared; all of fears are displayed on her face, crying and tired mess. she goes to the front desk, managing to ask if tate had been admitted and stressing the fact that she is his wife; hoping that she would get to see him sooner. 

the news that comes after that, hits her hard; “i’m sorry, mrs. jeong, the doctors did all that they could.” those words alone made it evident what had happened, even as the tears fall, she tries to deny it. begging to see him, guided towards where he is after what feels like forever. the nurse opens the door and lets her in, standing in the doorway as gwen enters, she sees tate; what hurts the most is that even with the rips in his suit, it just looks like he’s sleeping. she approaches him, gentle whispers of his name as she reaches to cup his face, expecting his eyes to open; just like they do every morning when she does this, but it never comes and she crumbles at his bed side. one hand holding onto his and the other holding her stomach, sobs choking her and she wishes that this was all some sort of nightmare, that she wakes up and tate is next to her and he’s okay. but, he’s not. nothing is okay and she can’t wake up.

[bublegeom]

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ        rex didn’t feel like doing anything in particular that day and so , he found his way to their home . being comfortable enough , he’s laying on their couch , scrolling through his phone to see if there’s anything interesting . “ i’m feeling kinda hungry , should we get something to eat ? ”   @oceaneyez​

[tiltedstar]

@oceaneyez​ said “ you’re sweet like ice cream ”  /  prompt.

there has never been a moment where gwendolyne has questioned her love for tate, but one thing she will question is how cheesy he can be, she almost immediately lets out a soft laugh as she scoops another spoonful of rocky road ice cream out of the pint. ‘ sounds like you want some ice cream, are you trying to trick me, baby ? ‘ she says with a raised brow, but she still feeds him the spoonful of ice cream, smiling all the while. ‘ if you play your cards right tonight, you might get more than ice cream. ‘ she says with a small hum before taking the spoon out of his mouth, getting the last spoonful out and eating it in one swift movement before continuing. ‘ and by playing your cards right, i mean taking out the trash and doing the dishes for me. ‘

[milfynuit]

⠀ೀ     ꒰     @oceaneyez​   sent    :    hydrangea   -   starbucks   order    ?    helicona   -   do   you   like   when   it   rains    ?

꒰   ✿ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ✿   ꒱

   ⠀ೀ        ꒰   💭   ꒱      ♡⃘           ˲˲          ❛     𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞   𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬   𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐨𝐧   𝐦𝐲   𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝   .    but   my   to   go   starbucks   order   when   i’m   on   my   way   to   work   is   either   iced   café   americano   or   cold   brew   .    but   when   it’s   a   stress   free   day    ,    i’d   like   to   experiment   on   my   drinks   and   try   out   something   new   .    and   yes    !    i   do   like   it   when   it   rains   .    especially   when   it   makes   the   weather   so   cold   and   breezy   .    i   only   dislike   it   a   lot   only   when   it   makes   the   weather   so   humid   and   it’d   make   my   body   feel   so   sticky   .     ❜

[lcvedive]

❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜ ( i kno u said 2 specify muse but ... surprise me <3 EOIURIOERUWOIEHVIUEWRHVOIEWF )

@oceaneyez has sent a soft and sweet sentence starter from here !

“  Then , let’s pack snacks and make tracks ! ”  Jihoon’s been slightly obsessed with Animal Crossing lately, he’s been adding the cute dialogue into his day to day conversations. He wonders if anyone’s caught on yet, but only a true fan would. “ Joking aside , let’s pick a date and go !  Is this going to be a trip with no destination in mind ? ”  He thought that not knowing where they were going to end up was a fun idea. 

[tiltedsun]

@oceaneyez​ said “ we need to go shopping! baby clothes, maternity clothes, furniture, all of it! ”  /  prompt.

‘ baby, i love your enthusiasm, but ..... maybe we should wait a little bit before doing all of that ? ‘ gwendolyne is just as excited as he is, that is something that she can’t deny, but she can’t help the way that she keeps thinking over the what ifs. ‘ i- i mean, we just took the pregnancy test and we’re positive on the first try, we should wait until i’m a little further along before we buy stuff. ‘ she swallows hard, blinking back the tears that she can feel coming, hating the way that she tends to overthink; every time she feels like she has gotten better, she feels like all her effort to not overthink just goes to waste. she continues, hating the way that she can feel her voice shake somewhat. ‘ tate, i- i just don’t want us to get too ahead of ourselves and something happens early on, i’ve been reading on what can happen in just the first few months and what if- ‘

[lcvedive]

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜ ( tate & astrid <3333 )

@oceaneyez has sent a soft and sweet sentence starter from here !

Of course it was, especially when Tate was so close that she could feel his breath tickling against her neck. Astrid had panicked and shoved him into the coat closet after hearing her grandmother’s voice, followed by more voices. Her grandma was hosting some dinner party for friends and throughout the night, she was avoiding the elderly ladies. She just wasn’t in the mood for the seniors to probe and question her about life in the city and her future plans. Hence, she was hiding away and had pulled in poor, innocent Tate with her. 

“  So is yours , ”  she whispered, distracted by the chitter chatter right outside the closet. So distracted, she hadn’t realized how cramped the space was and how close their bodies were.

[lcvedive]

Starter for @oceaneyez​ | Based on the last plot from this summertime plots list !

This was going to be the first summer she would be staying with her grandmother, down in the coastal town of Cape May. She welcomed the respite, especially since the rift between her and her mother was taking its time to mend. Her father though it would be best to spend the hot summer away from the city and to cool down in the quaint seaside town. She remembered visiting back when she was a kid, enjoying all the fun and sun a six-year-old would. Not to mention, all the baked goodies her grandmother would make, something her older self missed. 

Now that she was back, she felt lost. Astrid knew no one in this town and had no idea what to do with herself when she woke up to find no one at home. Heading over to the fridge to look for some breakfast, she noticed the sticky note her grandmother left. Written in cursive, ‘morning daffodil. I’m out to do some errands, will be back by dinner time. Love you! 

Just as she’s reading it over, she heard the front door open, the little chime ringing to signal someone’s arrival. “ Grandma ...? ”  She squeaked out, her hand reaching for whatever she can grab. It couldn’t have been her grandmother back so soon, it’s only 10 a.m., and nowhere near dinner time. Astrid inched forward to the sound of approaching footsteps, wielding the broom she grabbed earlier. 

Before she knew it, she swung the broom hard and managed to knock down whoever it was. She’s still holding onto her weapon, “ Who are you ?  And what are you doing in my grandma’s house ? ”