oh so shy

if only we could live forever | Fanfiction
A collection of snapshot moments shared between the Volturi family
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter: 1 / 11
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Marcus/Aro
Warnings: Implied sexual content, complicated/potentially toxic relationships.

totally out of the blue but...

@ everyone who has a HUGE crush on someone: ASK THEM OUT / tell them u like them!!

worst thing that could happen //if they’re a good person?// they say no & THAT’S OK! I’m sure that u two can still be buds and/or you’ll get over them & find some1 even dreamier!!

& if they humiliate you 4 asking them out they’re obviously as dumb & useless as mosquitos so drop kick them out of ur life & all the way 2 Timbuctoo and try to move on!!


UR LOVELY & DESIRABLE!! have fun with this random advice buds

(there’s also like an entire paragraph of advice & reassurance in the tags… just sayin)

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Matsukawa strolls down the sidewalk while looking down at his phone, scanning the address in the text message Oikawa sent him a few nights ago.

This is a really bad idea. Why on earth did his parents agree to let him go to a party, to go to someone’s - who he barely knows, mind you - house? Sure, it’s his volleyball captain, but still.

Did they not listen to him after all those times of him telling them about how he felt being around other people? He could’ve been home right now, playing video games, watching his favorite shows, homework, anything, no matter how fucking boring it is, instead of going to this party.

Sometimes he just wished his parents were a little stricter for times like this.

He doesn’t look up to watch where he’s going and his phone is almost knocked out of his hands by a person standing in front of him.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Matsukawa frantically apologizes.

The person whips his head around to glare at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Watch where you’re– oh, sorry,” he says, his expression softening as he fully turns around to look at Matsukawa.

Matsukawa quickly shoves his phone in his pocket when he realizes that this is someone he’d kinda met from the volleyball club. If he recalls, this guy is another first year. He’s got questionably spiky hair, a seemingly permanent grumpy look on his face (even after he’d stopped furrowing his eyebrows) and freckles.

What was his name again? Iwa… something. Iwa… chan. Iwa-chan? That’s all he remembers from the text messages. How did he already forget this guy’s name?

“Its fine, Iwa… chan,” Matsukawa mumbles the last part, but judging from the expression on… Iwa-chan’s face, he doesn’t seem too happy about being called by that name.

Matsukawa flushes, nervously chewing at his lips. Fuck, why is he so awkward? “No, wait, um.” He pauses. “I’m sor—“

“No, no, it’s fine,” he says, scratching the back of his head. “I’m used to it. I’ve heard that name a lot since I started middle school. I hate the name and I’ve wanted Oikawa to stop calling me that since. I’m Iwaizumi Hajime.”

“Oh,” is all Matsukawa replies with. Ughhh.

Sensing his awkwardness, he clears his throat and moves onto a different topic. “You must be Matsukawa Issei from the volleyball club, right?”

Matsukawa simply nods.

“Well it’s good to see you again,” Iwaizumi says with a smile. “Sorry I almost smacked you in the face with a volleyball the other day. I was aiming for Shittykawa.”

Shittykawa? Oh. Oh.

Matsukawa snorts.

Iwaizumi huffs a laugh. “So are you going to the party too?”

Matsukawa nods again, still not saying anything.

“Well then let’s go. I gotta pick up a friend on the way, I hope you don’t mind.” Iwaizumi turns around and begins to walk down the sidewalk, gesturing Matsukawa to walk with him. Iwaizumi shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Did Crappykawa–” Matsukawa stifles another snort, “–drag you out of your own house just to go to the party? Even though you clearly look like you absolutely don’t want to?”

Matsukawa nods, then he quickly opens his mouth to actually respond with a ‘yes’.

Iwaizumi looks straight ahead. “You don’t talk much, do you?”

Matsukawa’s eyes widen in horror. Oh god, he’s gonna call him out, he’s gonna think he’s boring, he probably doesn’t even want to be seen with someone like him–

He suddenly can’t breathe, and he stops walking to stop himself from having a panic attack.

Iwaizumi’s already six feet ahead of him when he noticed that Matsukawa stopped. Eyebrows rising in realization, he holds his hands up. “No, wait, I mean! Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

Matsukawa’s breathing finally slows down and he swallows. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi replies, “it’s fine. To be honest it’s nice, it’s like a break from listening to Oikawa’s big blabby mouth all the time.”

Matsukawa lets out a quiet chuckle at that. “That’s good to know.”

Iwaizumi smiles at him and he flushes again, turning his head to watch the cars drive up and down the street. They continue down the sidewalk until Iwaizumi stops and Matsukawa brakes behind him, watching him turn and stroll up to a house, knocking on the front door.

Matsukawa’s phone dings in his pocket, and he doesn’t have to guess who it could be texting him.

[Oikawa]: did Iwa-chan find you?

Matsukawa smiles at the screen. Iwa-chan.

[Matsukawa]: yeah

[Oikawa]: good!

[Oikawa]: sorry if he comes off a bit rude :/

Matsukawa tilts his head in confusion.

[Matsukawa]: ?

[Matsukawa]: he isn’t?

[Oikawa]: really?

[Oikawa]: why is he only like that to me then??? o( ˃̣̣̥△˂̣̣̥ )o

Matsukawa’s not sure how to respond to that, so he tucks away his phone, looking back up only to see Iwaizumi coming towards him with another person. Oh no.

He quickly recognizes the other guy from the volleyball club, with his pinkish-brown hair, slim eyebrows and bored-looking eyes. The smile on his face says otherwise.

Oh god no, he’d forgotten this guy’s name too? What’s wrong with him?

“Hanamaki-“ Hanamaki, right. “-this is Matsukawa from the volleyball club, remember?” Iwaizumi says.

He smiles toothily at him, nodding his head. “Hanamaki Takahiro.”

Matsukawa nods his head. “I’m, um, Matsukawa. Issei,” he quickly finishes.

“Nice to meet you again, um-Matsukawa,” Hanamaki jokes, then he turns his head to face Iwaizumi. “So where’s Oikawa?”

Iwaizumi looks up from his phone. “He said he was gonna meet us at the party since he’s helping the captain. He’s wondering where we are right now and he’s gonna start calling me over and over if we don’t get there in… ten minutes.”

“Figured,” Hanamaki sighs, rolling his eyes. “Well, let’s go before he starts calling us. I really don’t have the patience to deal with a whiny Oikawa.”

“I don’t have the patience to deal with any of Oikawa’s shit 24/7.”

“I feel so sorry for you.”

Matsukawa follows behind them, watching them easily interact with each other. Matsukawa really appreciates that neither of them have tried to get him to talk about anything, he wouldn’t know what to say. As they walk the rest of the way it gives him a chance to calm down and to mentally prepare himself for what’s to come at this party.

Me too, Scotty. Me too.

I had such a cute dream last night… I can’t remember most of it but like, it was an AU of The Little Mermaid except it was The Little Merman and it was Kimax. Max was a merman and studied humans and then got turned into one and had to kiss Prince Kim to get his voice back askjdhaksjdh I need to go rewatch The Little Mermaid like RIGHT NOW

Everyone needs more of these cute nerds in their lives.

Please Swifties: I desperately need your help to send this letter...


I know you probably get thousands upon thousands of messages and letters a day, but if you have time, it would mean the world to me if you could read this when you come back to Tumblr. Even if you don’t see this, if you don’t respond, at least I know these words are out there, and maybe these words will resonate with others. But first, I think I should introduce myself. My name is Sarah, I am eighteen, I study English Literature and I want to go into academia researching medieval literature. I’m oh so slightly introverted and shy (and wheat intolerant). I love the countryside and old things (especially Polaroid cameras and vinyl records- I don’t have one though), I love to bake, I love to read, I love to learn, I love to write. I’ve been listening to your music since I was ten years old, ever since I heard Love Story on the radio on the way to school. I didn’t stop dancing around to ‘Fearless’ for 6 months straight after my parents bought it for me. Then I Went out and bought ‘Taylor Swift’. Thus begins this magical saga.

'Fearless’ was the first time I realised the truth in your words “people haven’t always been there for me, but music has”, because I had a very odd passion for a ten year old, I loved to read and learn, I loved to be alone and write poetry. And people thought it was weird, I remember listening to your music, your first two albums and I saw myself. I saw my own insecurities and desires in 'Taylor Swift’, I felt like you knew what it was like to stand on your own, to take the high road. I saw my own romantic fairytales in 'Fearless’, I knew all too well the lessons learned. I remember when it felt like I was alone, I could feel close to you, like you could understand my ten year old self. I felt like you had rummaged through my journal and written them into 3:30 minute songs, The Outside, Tied Together With A Smile, Love Story, Breathe, White Horse, Change. Those are the songs I will always go back to when I’m having a tough day. I still remember how when I was twelve, I realised I didn’t fit in, even more so now that 'cliques’ were becoming a thing, I didn’t get invited to parties, I didn’t even have a clique. I would read at lunchtimes, I was ostracized because I didn’t like what everyone else wanted to love… And 'Speak Now’ showed up just in time. For the next one and a half years it was all I listened to, YOU were all I listened to. You gave me your shoulder to weather the storm. You were on my side, fighting my corner when I felt no one else was.

I remember when I was fifteen, the friends I had made at the start of upper school had drifted away from me, I had lost my grandfather to cancer. I felt so lost and so heartbroken, and like some miracle, there was 'Red’. And I remember I played that album for months when it came out, for what seemed like years when I fifteen. I would always start at 'All Too Well’. It’s one of my favorite songs…. I don’t know who got me out of that, maybe it was you, my family, I think it’s a bit of both. Let’s just say you both helped build the rungs to the ladder.

When I was 16, my relationship with my biological father (our relationship has always been strained because… nevermind) it wavered on the verge of falling apart, little did I know that two years later I would make the decision to part ways with him. I thought my life was over, I thought that I wasn’t strong enough to get through it and just like that, you did it again. 1989 came out. It was summer. It was strong. You had come alive, into your own. It showed me what I could be, if I let go of what I couldn’t change, what I could be if I believed in myself. Rather than my mirror, you became the person I wanted to be. You quite literally saved my life. 'Clean’ saved my life. 'I Know Places’ saved my life. Every. Single. Song. On. That. Album. Saved me. And I can never thank you enough for that. I remember going to see you in Hyde Park with my best friend and it was one of the best nights of my life. I came into my own. I came away with a confidence I hadn’t felt in months. I remember listening to that most magical clean speech with the desire to fight harder than ever.

I feel like you are a constant in my life now. I feel like, every time you release an album… It’s always in the nick of time to save me from disaster, or to help me through something, or to make me wanna get up and dance. And I will never stop thanking you for that. You have inspired me to love myself. To be confident. You have helped me become patient with others. You have made me stronger because you believed in me. You believed in me the way my Mum and Step-Dad do. You love me the way I love my three little sisters. You have embedded yourself into my life, and I haven’t even met you, in truth I don’t actually know that much about you… But I feel like I do. Is that weird? Thank you Taylor, for being here all this time. Thank you endlessly. I will never stop thanking you. And I will never stop loving you, and if I ever get the honor of meeting you one day I will tell you this myself. And yes I shall probably cry doing it.

I hope to God you hear this. I hope, through whatever means, that this finds you, it’s like a message in a bottle, right?

Love, Sarah :)


Cheer up baby
Cheer up baby
Cheer up a little more ♡  //  (©️)


I look so tiny but I promise, I’m the same age as Jungkook. 😢😂

Tagged by ➵ @xtaexhyungx {you’re really pretty I’m jelly 😭}

Tagging ➵ @skyheight, @jimin-infires-life, @taeser-v, & @dimplecoups!

◦ If you don’t feel comfortable doing this, don’t feel obligated to! No pressure ((:


“As soon as someone tells me: ‘You’re rather sexy,’ I wish I could disappear. If somebody says: 'You were voted the world’s sexiest man,’ I have no idea what that means. How do I respond? 'Thank you’ is the best you can do. George Clooney is the world’s sexiest man, anyway.“

it happened
  • harry: gin?
  • ginny: yeah, babe, what's up?
  • harry: i have something i need to tell you
  • ginny: ....alright, i'm listening.
  • harry: i have a huge crush on you
  • ginny: harry, we're married
  • harry: like i think you're really pretty and cool
  • ginny: we have three kids together
  • ginny: i am literally the mother of your children
  • harry: yeah, but i like you SO much. more than anyone.
  • ginny:
  • ginny: go back to sleep
  • ginny: dork

shy hyungs while seungri sings the birthday song for youngbae~

okay but why did nobody tell me that this new produce 101 thing has 


i might have to watch a few episodes to relive my old 17tv feels and i’m betting with all i got that dongjin, our giant baby, has grown even taller by now - i genuinely wouldn’t be surprised if he is going to be taller than mingyu one day (if not already like who knows?) 

arghhh and ming ming, i never knew that he signed with a new company let alone FNC? and ofc samuel my precious sweetheart. seeing him sing together with hansol and more importantly bickering with him literally made all of my summers back then. their live streams were such an integrate part of my summer routine that i’m getting emotional right now ;;;  i’m missing doyoon too :((((( 

+ NU’EST??? i know that they are really underrated but i never expected pledis to send them to this show seriously i’m shook…. with that said people should listen to “daybreak” and i really like “hello” too which again reminds me of seventeen’s cover and their showcases back then…… ahhhhh emotions ;;