HELLOOOO could you do theodore x reader/ draco x reader/ mattheo x reader where slytherin just lost match against griffindor and he’s really really angry and takes out the anger on reader (i just find it very hot when lorenzo zurzolo looks angry 😔)
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader
Summary: After Mattheo receives unfortunate news before Slytherin’s biggest match of the year, tensions are already running high. Unfortunately for you, his Gryffindor girlfriend, frustration has to go somewhere.
Warnings: Short tempered Mattheo straight up cussing reader out.
A/N: I meant to post this yesterday but I forgot 🥰. Also I agree, angry Lorenzo Zurzolo is FIIINE. I just thought that this story would suit Mattheo more. Thanks for the request @starg1r71nter7ude ! Pictures are from Pinterest. Here is Part 2.
It was the morning of the final Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor.
You were sitting on his bed when Mattheo slammed the door open and stormed into his dorm.
"Bloody hell. Theo broke his foot this morning. I swear to God it was those bloody Gryffindors. He can't play today."
"He slipped down the stairs this morning. Said it felt like they were buttered or something. Madam Hooch said we couldn't confirm whether the Gryffindors had anything to do with it. I'll have to sub in Pucey."
"But I thought Adrian was a good player."
"He's a good Chaser, not a Beater. We need a Beater."
He groaned in frustration.
"We needed Theo. He's the best we've got."
"Hey... Matty, it's okay. The rest of your team is amazing. I'm sure you still have a chance of winning."
His eyes flicked to the scarlet Gryffindor tie around your neck.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're probably rooting for your own house, aren't you? That bunch of bloody dimwits."
"Matty, come on. We've had this conversation almost every time Slytherin and Gryffindor play each other."
"I know... I know. I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm just stressed."
He ran a hand through his hair.
"You'll be wearing my jersey, won't you? I'm gonna need all the extra luck I can get today."
"Of course I will. My house is gonna kill me, but they're probably used to it by now."
He stepped closer, cupping your face.
"I've gotta go now. Need to brief Adrian and all that shit. I'll see you in the stands, yeah?"
"You know I will. I'll be cheering the loudest."
He smiled before turning and leaving.
You stumbled into someone, two glasses of Butterbeer flying from your hands and soaking your clothes.
You looked up to find yourself face-to-face with a red-headed, red-handed Ron Weasley.
"Blimey! I'm so sorry-I didn't see you."
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Great going, Ron. Now what am I supposed to wear? The match starts in five minutes!"
"Well... you can borrow my jacket. Again, I'm really sorry."
"The jacket with 'WEASLEY' written across the back in massive block letters?"
"Would you rather be sticky for the next three hours?"
The whistle echoed across the grounds.
The match was about to begin.
You threw on the jacket before sprinting toward the stands.
Pansy was already waiting for you, dressed head-to-toe in green.
"Merlin... what are you wearing? And where's my Butterbeer?"
"Stupid Weasley bumped into me. I spilled Butterbeer all over myself and had to wear his jacket."
"Yeah... I can see that."
Her eyes drifted to the huge WEASLEY across your back.
"Riddle's gonna be pissed. You know that, right?"
"I know! I didn't have enough time to change, and you know they've restricted wand use after what happened last year-"
A deafening roar erupted from the crowd.
The Slytherin team flew onto the pitch.
Looking serious and determined, his dark hair already windswept by the breeze, "RIDDLE" emblazoned across the back of his robes.
His eyes scanned the stands until they found you.
You waved enthusiastically.
Then his gaze dropped to the jacket.
For a second, it looked like he was about to say something.
With Theodore injured, Slytherin was already at a disadvantage.
And it didn't help that every time he circled the pitch, his eyes found you.
The giant WEASLEY plastered across your back.
A sharp, metallic flutter echoed through the stadium.
"The Snitch!" the commentator shouted.
"Potter's spotted it! The Slytherin Seeker's after him!"
Mattheo's head snapped toward them.
At the same moment, a Bludger came hurtling straight toward their Seeker.
Normally, he would've knocked it away without a second thought.
His eyes flicked to the stands.
The Bludger slammed into the Slytherin Seeker's shoulder.
The Seeker lost control of his broom for just a second.
That was all Potter needed.
He shot forward and closed his hand around the Golden Snitch.
Gryffindor erupted into cheers.
Slytherin players swore in frustration.
Mattheo didn't say a word.
He flew straight to the locker room.
You hurried after him, weaving through the celebrating crowd.
He yanked off his gloves before ripping the rest of his gear off in frustration.
"What the fuck, Y/N? What the fuck do you want?"
He'd never spoken to you like that before.
"You just what, huh? Want to show off your new jacket? Or are you here to gloat because your house won? "
"What? No! Of course not-"
"You promised you'd wear my jersey. And now you're just shoving it in my face aren't you? Wearing another bloke's name"
"I wore your jersey! But Ron spilled Butterbeer all over it. I didn't have time to-"
His laugh was humourless.
“Do you know how that looked? Every time I looked up all I could see was bloody Weasley across your back.”
"You know what?" he snapped.
"I don't want to hear it."
"Just... just shut up and go away, okay? I don't want so see you right now"
He wouldn't even look at you.
He needs space to cool down. He'll be back to normal. Right?
You went back to your dorm, heartbroken.
