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₊ ⊹ 𝐚𝐥�� 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⊹ ₊
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taycherouzz · 2 days ago
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taycherouzz · 24 days ago
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taycherouzz · 24 days ago
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“You can say goodbye and you can say hello but you'll always find your way back home”
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taycherouzz · 25 days ago
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Ours. 💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤
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taycherouzz · 26 days ago
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You belong with me. 💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤
Letter on my site :)
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taycherouzz · 27 days ago
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Season 6 Spencer… the light of my life… fire of my loins…. I will get that migraine out of you. Migraine- you're not getting away with this.. everybody has a weak spot and it's a matter of time before I find yours and trust me when i do.. ooohjjohj when I do you're gonna regret what did you to him on this day you're gonna regret every second of it...
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taycherouzz · 2 months ago
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when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”
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taycherouzz · 3 months ago
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not my best edit, but just like you requested @obsessedwiththesturniolos
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taycherouzz · 3 months ago
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how I look at the fics that appeared after I refreshed the tag for the 476th time
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taycherouzz · 3 months ago
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𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍
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return to masterlist
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mattheo x fem!reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after your heart being broken by Mattheo, you decide to erase him from your memory
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1k+
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“Are you sure you want to do this?” your friend asked you “Once it starts, you can't stop it”.
“I just want to forget about him” was your reply.
She took a deep breath, getting ready to say the spell out loud, but she couldn’t──it was like as if she cared more about it than you did.
“I can’t let you do this to yourself” she told you, concerned running all over her face.
“It’s okay, don’t worry” you said as your lips curled into a small smile (which looked more like a grimace) that didn’t reach your eyes, and your voice kept the exact sad tone you’ve had for the past 4 months “I’ll do it”.
After a while of hesitations, your friend left the room, she knew that no matter how hard she tried to stop you from doing this, you would do it anyway.
Once she exit the room and closed the door behind her, you sat on the floor of your room, looking at the almost empty space that reflected the way your heart felt at the moment.
You crawled to your bed, grabbing a box that was filled with things that you didn't dare to throw away like the rest. It was filled with notes he gave you and pictures of the both of you.
Suddenly, all the memories came back as you passed each photo.
There was one of you holding a teddy, the one he gifted you (the one you threw away alongside the rest of stuff that reminded you of Mattheo) and, with just looking at it, it took you back to that day.
Your bedroom was quiet, the flickering light from the ceiling casting warm shadows on the walls. Mattheo had been uncharacteristically secretive lately, a sly grin tugging at his lips whenever you asked what he was up to. Tonight, he finally revealed his surprise.
“Close your eyes” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, as he stood before you. You obliged, the corners of your mouth twitching in anticipation.
“Alright, you can open them” Mattheo said, his tone softer now—a rare vulnerability hidden beneath his usual confident facade.
When you opened your eyes, a small, plush teddy bear was waiting in his outstretched hands. Its fur was the color of caramel, and a tiny green ribbon around its neck matched the hue of Mattheo's slytherin ribbon.
“For you” he said, his gaze locking onto yours.
Your heart swelled at the gesture. Mattheo, who often masked his feelings with wit and sarcasm, had opened up in the most endearing way. You took the teddy bear into your arms, its softness adding an extra layer of comfort to the warmth spreading in your chest.
“I love it” you whispered, your smile radiant. “And I love you”.
You felt your heart shrink at the memory, so you quicky passed to the next photo, despite knowing the feeling would be the exact same or worse.
The second picture showed both of your initials on the snow inside of a heart.
You remembered that day as if it has just happened.
The first snow of the season had turned the Hogwarts grounds into a winter wonderland. You and Mattheo wandered hand in hand, your breath mingling in the crisp, cool air as the snow crunched beneath your boots. The world felt still, save for the faint sound of laughter in the distance and the occasional flurry of snowflakes brushing against your faces.
Suddenly, Mattheo stopped, pulling you gently to a clearing near the edge of the forbidden forest. The ground was untouched, a pristine canvas of white stretching before you. Without a word, he knelt down, his black gloves dusted with snow as he started to trace something on the surface.
“Mattheo” you began, tilting your head in curiosity “what are you doing?”
He looked up at you with a mischievous grin, his dark hair falling into his eyes. “Patience, love” he murmured, returning his attention to his work.
When he finally stood up, you saw it—a heart carefully outlined in the snow. Inside, your initial and his were written together, intertwined as if they belonged to one another.
Your heart skipped a beat as you took it in, a warmth blossoming in your chest that rivaled the chill of the air. Mattheo turned to you, his smirk softening into something more sincere.
“Figured I'd mark my territory” he teased lightly, though his voice held a quiet vulnerability. “You and me... forever”
You couldn't help but smile, bending down to trace a little snowflake beside the heart. “Forever” you echoed, as your gaze met his and the snow continued to fall around you.
You traced your fingers over the picture, looking at it with a sad smile and a look of nostalgia. You wished every day could be like that one, just the both of you together again.
Switching images, you found the third picture, it was one where you couldn't see your face, you just saw your chest and a bit of your neck.
You were wearing one of his coats, and then you saw it──the necklace, the one that had his initial craved, the one he gave you as a gift for your anniversary.
You tossed the pictures aside and started to look for the necklace on the box. Once you found it, your eyes started to glisten from tears, as they roll down your face.
As you tied the necklace on your neck, you remembered how he did it that day he gave it to you.
The room was dimly lit, the soft golden glow from the candles casting warm pools of light over the stone walls. Mattheo stood before you, a small box cradled in his hands, his usually confident demeanor tinged with a rare sense of nervousness.
“Here” he said, voice quieter than usual as he handed the box to you. His dark eyes held yours for a moment before flickering away, as if unsure of how you would react.
Curiosity bubbled within you as you lifted the lid of the box. Nestled inside was a delicate silver necklace, its pendant shaped into a small, elegant charm—his initial, M, carved into the smooth surface. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the letter catching the light like a tiny star.
“Mattheo…” you whispered, your fingers gently brushing over the charm. “It’s beautiful”.
He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the faint blush creeping up his neck betrayed him. “I just thought… you know… if you’re going to put up with me, you might as well have something to show for it”.
A soft laugh escaped your lips as you reached out and pulled him into a hug. “I love it” you said, your voice full of sincerity. “And I love you”.
His arms wrapped around you tightly, and he leaned down to murmur in your ear, “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you go, ever”.
As he fastened the necklace around your neck, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that it wasn’t just a piece of jewelry—it was a symbol of the bond you shared with the boy who had stolen your heart.
Your fingers wrapped around the letter in the necklace, as tears kept flowing down your cheeks.
Your vision was blurry, but you still recognized the green and silver material at the very end of the box of memories; it was a slytherin sweater, one of the many piece of clothes that belong to him yet he let you wear and keep. You forgot you even still had it.
The cold wind howled through the corridors of Hogwarts, making you shiver despite the layers you wore. You rubbed your arms, trying to shake off the chill, as Mattheo noticed your discomfort. Without a word, he began pulling off his slytherin sweater, the dark green fabric adorned with the house crest.
“Here” he said simply, holding it out to you. His expression was a mix of nonchalance and something softer, something that betrayed how much he cared. “Take it. You’ll freeze otherwise”.
You hesitated for a moment, staring at him. “But won’t you get cold?”
He smirked, shaking his head. “I’ll manage. Besides, I’m not the one shivering like a leaf”.
Reluctantly, you accepted the sweater, the warmth of the fabric—and the gesture—wrapping around you like a hug. The scent of pine and a hint of his cologne clung to it, making you feel a comforting sense of closeness.
“Better?” he asked, his dark eyes watching you intently.
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Much better. Thank you, Mattheo”.
“Good” he said, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Now you can’t say I never do anything nice for you”.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the warmth spreading through your chest. As the two of you continued down the corridor, his arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders, the slytherin sweater felt like more than just a way to keep warm—it was a reminder of how much he cared, even if he didn’t always say it outright.
As you slide down the material down your body, you hugged yourself as you kept crying that, at this point, it was more of a sobbing. It was like as if you had no more tears left to cry.
You cleaned the tears stained in your cheeks, taking deep breaths to calm down and, as you did, you saw the last picture.
The image showed Mattheo blowing the candles of the cake you made for him on his birthday and, even if it was for the last time, you let yourself travel to that day.
The clock struck midnight, and the quiet stillness of the common room was broken by the faint flicker of candlelight. Mattheo walked in, his brows furrowed in curiosity as he spotted you standing by the fireplace, a mischievous smile lighting up your face.
“What’s all this?” he asked, his usual confidence laced with genuine surprise.
You stepped aside to reveal a small cake sitting on the table, the glow of a single candle casting a warm light over the icing. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was made with care—your care. The words ‘Happy Birthday’ were carefully scrawled on top, slightly uneven but utterly charming.
“It’s your birthday” you said simply, a touch of nervousness creeping into your voice. “And I wanted to be the first to celebrate with you”.
For a moment, Mattheo just stood there, his dark eyes scanning the cake before moving to your face. Then, a slow, genuine smile spread across his lips—the kind that made your heart skip a beat.
“You made this?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.
You nodded. “I may or may not have snuck into the kitchen earlier… And no, I’m not telling you how many times I almost dropped it”.
A chuckle escaped him as he stepped closer, pulling you into a hug. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.
“Well, go on” you urged, gesturing to the cake. “Make a wish”.
He leaned over, his face illuminated by the tiny flame, and closed his eyes for a brief moment before blowing out the candle. When he straightened, his gaze locked onto yours, and a smirk danced on his lips.
“You didn’t have to go to all this trouble” he said, though his tone betrayed just how touched he really was.
“Of course I did” you replied, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his face. “You deserve to feel special”.
Mattheo shook his head, his smirk softening into something far more tender. “I already do. Because of you”.
The night continued with quiet laughter, shared stories, and a slice—or two—of cake. It wasn’t grand or loud, but it was perfect in its own way. And for Mattheo, it was a birthday he wouldn’t forget.
As you got up from the floor, you took off the sweater and tossed it to your bed, and you did the same with the necklace, breaking it.
You didn’t wanna feel this pain anymore.
That’s why you searched for your wand and pointed it to yourself, murmuring ‘obliviate’ as you closed your eyes.
Soon enough, you opened your eyes with fear. Looking around the room, you found yourself questioning why you were in an almost empty room.
Your gaze moved to the floor and found the pictures that used to be filled with painful memories, now weren't.
You saw that there was one of you with a teddy bear with your house’s color ribbon, another one that showed a heart written in the snow, a third one that had your neck with your name in it (that lied broken on the bed), and a last one of you wearing your house’s sweater, which also was on your bed.
You wondered what happened for your room to be like that, but didn't dig too deep into it as you started to clean the room.
You might've not know it now, but the spelled definitely worked.
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taycherouzz · 3 months ago
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GOOD FUCKING BYE.
Why is this so fucking attractive I’m actually feral
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taycherouzz · 4 months ago
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Lemme get this straight—
You can’t get an autograph. You can’t hand them gifts personally. You can’t have your interaction recorded. You can’t have more than one parent come with you. You can’t do wtv for how much money you just poured into their pockets?
I feel bad for the people who bought tickets, genuinely. This information should’ve been disclosed before people spent this much money.
If I made you a gift, I want you to know it’s from me, I wanna see your reaction! If I’m spending however tf much, I should be able to relive the moment!!!
This has been so poorly organized and I can only imagine how frustrating it must be for people who’ve bought tickets.
Content has already been messy ever since tour shit came into the picture. Dick ride all you want, but the triplets themselves have admitted to videos being shittier and schedules being messed with MULTIPLE TIMES! Tour hasn’t even started. No one is cussing them out and genuinely in a state of pure rage from what I’ve seen, people are just disappointed! Rightfully so!
There needs to be some sort of change. I don’t care what it is, but this is not a sustainable pattern that shows they truly care about their fans. We’ve begged for better content, had content cut down by more than half, and we’re still waiting on better quality! If anything—it’s gone down!
I love these boys, I truly do—it just isn’t being reflected that they care for their fans opinions recently. They’re adults. They should be aware of these issues. Poor management is not a valid reason atp, it’s an excuse.
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taycherouzz · 4 months ago
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taycherouzz · 4 months ago
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Breastfeeding is not a kink!!!
This is not hate nor targeted, it’s simply me asking those who have written this or interacted with fics like it rethink the matter.
Breastfeeding is not a kink, it is how a mother feeds her child. This should not be fetishized!!!
Exceptions to this are minimal. Honestly, the only one I can think of is having a clogged duct and Reader having Matt/Chris for help. But even at that, this should not be sexual.
AGAIN - no hate towards anybody who has mentioned wanting to write this, has written it, or has interacted with fics involving this kink. It’s simply me asking for you to rethink the matter. Breastfeeding is not a kink, it is how a mother feeds her child!
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taycherouzz · 5 months ago
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The hottest thing a man can do is be a awkward little nerd 
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taycherouzz · 5 months ago
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my honest reaction when billie and taylor didn't win one single grammy
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taycherouzz · 5 months ago
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billie not winning one grammy??????? ABSOLUTE JOKE
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