#taylor swift - don't blame me

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Don't Blame Me is the Poe pining for Ranpo theme song

[cliffside-wisteria]

[lindsayerins]

TAYLOR SWIFT: THE ERAS TOUR DON'T BLAME ME

[storyofusatragedynow]

love made me crazy

[valkugo]

"what really matters is controlling your heart."

[skyrigel]

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader ( 1k )

Enemies with benefits, get's smutty later.

It's a misty memory, like swirl of silvery glow when you first saw Mattheo, he was nervous and perhaps that was the first and last time you saw him like that, his shy eyes, his nervous steps, his lips perched in a thin line. He was like any other eleven year old, but then something changed the very next moment.

‘ Slytherin ’ the hat roared, barely even brushing his hair and his lazy mouth curved in a smirk that was forever plastered on his face. His jaw hardened, eyes sharpened, brows arched, everything almost changed except the dark glint of that night and the smile that you had engraved forever in your memory.

People chose soulmates, picked lovers but that night, Mattheo Riddle decided one thing, he's going to hate you so much. You were unaware of his intentions until the next day you found a dead spider in your rucksack. If there were any doubt left, then it became crystal clear when he dropped mandrakes crushed roots in your cauldron, eyes locked with you and by the time you could react, the cauldron bursted into thousand orbs.

All grey became white and black when you spent a month worth in detention with sadist Professor Snape, who made you clean every cauldron with bare hand, made you stock all those sticky vile ingredients in glassy jars.

“ Having fun y/n ? ” Mattheo snarled, Draco on his shoulder and Pancy chewing a gum while she checked you out lazily.

You said nothing, you had no energy to, sweat trickled down your forehead, feeling your hands dirty and uniform ragged, you turned away, hurrying to your dorm.

You decided one thing that night, you were going to hate Mattheo Riddle so much.

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The potency of Professor's words didn't quite leave you when you stumbled dreamily in the room of requirments, eyes red with insomnia and stomach lurching with only coffee contents you had the luxury of.

“ You look like shit.” Mattheo didn't look up form his textbook, her hands scripting away the ancient text like it was a David Bowie song.

“ Thankyou.” you said, sitting down and opening the potion essay you were due on, Snape was going to kill you.

“ wait—” you jerked you head at his direction, within seconds you shot a hex, flying at him.

He was quick too, like waiting to be noticed by you, ducking the hex away with a swish of his wand.

“ Good morning to you too.” he joked, you were in no mood for jokes. After what his friends and ofcourse him too, did to Hannah.

“ Fuck off. ” you shot another and another, feeling anger boil inside you. He's so selfish, he's so bratty, he's so blemished, he's so—

“ Stupe—”

“ Expelliarmus! ’’ you screamed, beating him and his wand aflew away, a small sound followed with your breath leveling.

It was victory, you had won at last, but then your eyes met with him, he was staring too hard, not blinking, as he was too still, like he was made up of marble.

The stillness broke when he took a step, you blinked and when you opened your eyes again, all the world dropped dead.

Your back hit the wall with thud, your bones crackling with ache, like swindling out of reality, his arms pinning your shoulder back, breath warm on your skin, tingling.

“ wha—”

“ Shhh.” and you were quiet, it was hard not to, his mouth was too close, he was so close and then he looked up, that glint still there, that smile too— before his lips crashed with yours, setting fireworks off.

You have kissed, you knew how it felt, but this wasn't just kiss, it was shearing, it was breaking, it was trembling and all that gone, it was burning, twisting and coiling like snake inside you, this kiss was the one you could fall asleep and wake up to, painful, sinful, sweet and spicy, it was everything at once.

But that's not excuse, you kissed him back, as hungrily as he kissed you, you were pathetic, he kissed you and you what ?! Just gave in !

“ you...you..” you fumbled between words, lip trembling and you dared not look him in the eyes.

“ No.” Mattheo said, he shaked his hand, groaning inside but then his thumb came up, pressing at the corner of your mouth.

And oh, you felt your insides tighten at the sensation, you hated him, you hated yourself.

“ No ? ” you words came shaky and dazed but you didn't care, was it just a dream ? Did you ever thought about kissing Mattheo ? Was it always there in your subconscious mind ? He bullied you all your life and—

All thoughts melted when his mouth connected with yours again, it was better than the last time, like his mouth knew yours all his life. While the first one was like there's no time, this is it, like storm, this was slow and sweet, like pouring rain, like there were lifetimes waiting for you and him.

And then you found yourself fighting his tongue, his hands were hesitant, resting at the either sides of your face, you had yours thrown up, pressed on the wall, knuckles scrapping against the wood.

And Mattheo was loud, who could have tell that for a boy who walked like feather, all graceful swagger and hard jaw. Merlin, he kissed so good. His body was sending heat waves, like a furnace, his warmth radiated inside your body and each sound that he made low in his chest was enough to release the tension building inside you.

He pulled away, breathing hard but that wasn't the hardest thing about him. You tore your gaze away from his trousers, tenting at his middle, his desire in proof.

“ I...” He sighed, covering his face, flushed and red and that would the second time you saw Mattheo like that.

“ Come here tommorow, same time.” he said, not bothering to look back at you, stumbling footsteps that echoed after him, shy eyes and swollen beaming lips, having a smear of your lip gloss.

Everything was grey, again.

[themoon-andtosaturn]

zurich n1

[andichoseyou]

OH LORD SAVE ME, MY DRUG IS MY BABY

I'LL BE USING FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

[landoscarlover]

Don't blame me Landoscar made me crazy

[bamgeut]

send me a txt member + an mv: soobin + blue hour [feat. yeonjun & hueningkai] (for anonymous)

[starsbythepocketful]

Don’t blame me, don’t blame, don’t blame, for what you made me do

[tswiftupdatess]

"Don't Blame Me" is now Taylor's most streamed song from 'reputation' on Spotify, surpassing "Look What You Made Me Do"

(September 3, 2024)

[piecesintoplaces]

eras tour | don't blame me → look what you made me do

[themoon-andtosaturn]

london n6

[andichoseyou]

the eras tour in hamburg

[wonderlanddreamer]

🎧 Don't Blame Me, Love Made Me Crazy.

John Shelby × Reader (Or in my head, John x Flo)

[Part of Daisy's Lyric Drabbles]

“You could’ve been fuckin' killed!”

His voice wasn’t hoarse anymore, it was violent, full of something untamed. His hands, usually so sure, were shaking. Bloody. Still warm from the damage he’d done.

Her lip was split and her eye darkening, but she wasn’t crying.

He was the one who looked like he might fall apart.

“You think I’d just let them fuckin' get away with it?” he growled, stepping forward. “You think I’d sit around while some fuck puts his fuckin' hands on you?”

“John…” she warned.

But he was already in front of her, breathing heavily. He wasn’t shouting because he was angry at her, he was shouting because he didn’t know how else to carry what he’d done.

“I buried him,” he spat. “I put a bullet in his skull and didn’t think twice.”

Her eyes widened. “Jesus, John—”

“Don’t blame me, yeah?” he bit out. “I told you, this isn’t just you. This is me, too. Your pain is mine. Your blood, your fear, it’s fuckin' mine.”

They were close now. Too close. His forehead pressed to hers, their chests rising and falling like they were on the verge of another war, but this time, not with the world.

With each other.

“You should hate me for it,” he said quietly. “I don’t regret it one bit, you hear me?”

But she didn’t flinch. Not once.

Instead, she grabbed his shirt, fingers curling tight in the fabric, voice barely a whisper. “You think I’m scared of you?”

John’s breath caught.

“You think I don’t know exactly who you are?” she went on, voice shaking now. Not with fear. With feeling. “I never wanted a man who’d run. I wanted a man who’d burn down the world if someone hurt me.”

He stared at her, stunned to silence.

“You got him,” he said finally, rough and low. “You fuckin' got him.”

She didn’t respond with words, just pulled him to her, mouths crashing in a kiss that had no subtlety and no gentleness. It was teeth, hands and fire.

When they broke apart, gasping, she muttered, “Lock the door, Johnny.”

He didn’t even look away from her when he reached back and turned the key.