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a whole year… thank you 🤍

Speeding Car - Matt Sturniolo

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Finale

Pairing : y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary : After six years with your boyfriend Alex, you start to mentally check out. At a UCLA party, Alex reconnects with his childhood friend Emily, who proposes a double date with her boyfriend Matt. Your attraction to Matt grows as he pays you the first real attention you've had in years, sparking a complicated emotional journey.

Warnings : MDNI, drinking, angst

A/n: This is my first ever piece of writing so please go easy on me. Since it is my first time writing and it is a series please be patient with me! I do intend of posting parts frequently, but I am also going on a 2 week holiday this weekend so i’ll try my best <3

‘Y/n are you nearly ready?’ My boyfriend shouted from the bathroom.

‘Almost’ I replied, shoving one of my gold hoops in my left earlobe piercing.

We were going to an ‘End of Summer’ party on the UCLA campus. One last blow out before the new school year began. My boyfriend, Alex, was in his Junior year of school there, majoring in Economics. I decided college wasn’t for me within the first couple months of my Senior year of High School, so following Alex wherever he went and picking up a shitty retail job for the foreseeable seemed to be the most logical thing for me to do at the time.

We stepped onto the packed UCLA campus. The summer heat was still present, even as the sun dipped below the horizon. I walked hand in hand with Alex, a touch I haven’t felt in a while. It felt nice to be shown off for once. Alex and I have been together for six years, but somewhere along the way, the spark that once was so strong in our relationship had dimmed, atleast in my eyes. I had been feeling a sense of detachment, it had been growing in my chest for months. It was a weird feeling, being present and absent at the same time. Being exhausted from trying to get what I knew I deserved out of the relationship and grieving the way we were in the beginning, hanging onto the thoughts of what could’ve been.

We never went on dates, the flirting had stopped, getting a compliment was very few and far between. The only time we would spend together was watching Netflix on the couch, so being invited along to this college party tonight struck me as effort on his behalf. I had begged him for months to make more of an effort with our relationship. So tonight, I promised myself I would try. For him, and for us.

“Want a drink?” Alex asked as he turned back to me, shouting over the music.

“Yeah, a vodka lemonade please ” I replied. He nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. I stood near the door, pulling up the waistband on my high waist jeans out of awkwardness, scanning the room for a familiar face but recognizing no one.

As I took in my surroundings, my eyes caught a girl with dark brown hair, who seemed to be making her way towards me. She had a wide smile that seemed oddly familiar. It made me question myself if I had ever met her before. Before I could piece it together in my head, Alex reappeared with two red solo cups, handing one to me.

“Oh my god? Alex!” the girl called, her voice slightly screeching. Alex turned, and his face dropping before lighting up with a mix of surprise and joy.

“Emily?!” he exclaimed. They embraced in an enthusiastic hug - more affection shown to a random girl in 3 seconds than I had received in 3 months. A slight hit of jealousy got me.

“I knew it was you! What are you doing here?” The girl gushed, pulling back to look at him while both wrapped in each others arms.

“Wow, it’s been what, eight years?” Alex replied. “I’m majoring in Economics, what are you doing here?”

That’s when the penny dropped. Emily was Alex’s childhood best friend. I had heard multiple, multiple, stories about her over the years. They lived next door to each other since they were 3, until Emily and her family moved to Austin when they were 14, two years before Alex and I started dating. From this point on, I knew the relationship between them was strictly platonic, more of a brother/sister type of love.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! I’ve just transferred to here from TSU, I’m majoring in Economics too!” she wept with joy. “And who’s this? Is this the girl you post sometimes on Instagram?” Emily said as she pulled her focus on to me, my eyes nearly twitching at the word sometimes.

“This is Y/n, my girlfriend, we’ve been together six years now” Alex introduced us, as I flashed a smile.

“Nice to meet you, Emily” I said warmly, extending a hand. She shook it, giving me a sweet smile. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“All good things, I hope” Emily joked, as I took a sip of my drink. It was stronger than I expected, “Definitely” I laughed while slightly wincing at the pungent wave of alcohol in my mouth. “Alex and I go way back. We were practically inseparable in elementary and middle school”

I nodded, as I knew I was about to listen to a relay of information i’ve already heard before. He had spoken of her often, his childhood best friend, lost to time and distance. Eight years apart, yet their bond seemed untouched. I watched as they fell into easy conversation, reminiscing about old times. Emily’s presence seemed to revive a part of Alex that I hadn’t seen in years. He was ecstatic, almost with a new sparkle in his eye, and his laughter seemed genuine. Although I knew they were friends it confused me how he couldn’t give this type of attention to his girlfriend.

I poured myself another drink as the two had made their way over to one of the couches in the living area so they could continue on their catch up. I sat physically on the arm of the two seater couch they were sharing. They shared memories about one of their middle school dances while I sat mentally in my own thoughts. I was really hoping tonight would rekindle a relationship of some form, not realising it wouldn’t be ours. Maybe i need to be a liiiiiittle more specific with this whole manifesting thing.

Eventually, Emily’s eyes met mine again. “Y/n, why don’t you join in, tell me one of your favourite memories with Alex!” she called out, trying to get me involved in the conversation. “I should have invited my boyfriend, Matt, he’s quite quiet like you too, you’d get on like a house on fire!” Emily exclaimed.

“Sorry the alcohol has gone to my head a bit faster than I thought it would” I said, trying to come up with a valid enough excuse to cover up why I’m not speaking.

I’m happy for Alex, I really am. I just wished this could have happened at a coffee shop or something, not when I’m trying to see if I can salvage something from our relationship.

Emily looked back to my boyfriend. “Al maybe you should get Y/n home if she’s feeling too drunk right now, we can organise a double date sometime this week to continue our catch up and we can introduce our partners to eachother!”

"That sounds like a great idea! I’ll DM you sometime tomorrow on Instagram.” Alex suggested.

I forced a nod. Somehow, pretending to be too drunk to get myself out of this situation has only landed me further into it. The idea of another couple entering our dynamic is both intriguing and daunting, maybe their relationship is like ours where it’s almost fizzled out? but what if I see they have an amazing relationship and it makes me resent mine even more.

Alex ordered us an Uber and we said our goodbyes to Emily, promising to arrange that double date soon. We weren’t walking hand in hand like we did when we entered the party. It made me feel as if there was something wrong with me. We both walked around separate sides of the Uber. I opened the door for myself and slid onto the back seat, leaning my head again the car window. Suddenly my phone lit up as I received a notification.

“Emily Johnson (@emmyjohns) has requested to follow you.”

I waited until we got home to accept the request, you know, trying to cling onto the whole too drunk to function act I had put on. Alex held my hand while walking up the stairs to our apartment, he must of fallen for my act too, since I was now getting attention again.

"Wasn't that great? I can't believe we ran into Emily" Alex says as he unlocked our front door.

“Yeah it was great to finally put a face to the name” I replied while I walk into our room to change into my PJs, leaving Alex in the kitchen.

He pours me a glass of water and sets it on my bedside locker before he gets into our bed. “Come join me” Alex whispers, gesturing at the free space beside him. “Let me brush my teeth first” I replied. If it’s one thing about me drunk, fake drunk or sober, my teeth are being brushed before I get into bed. Alex rolled his eyes at my response and by the time I finished in the bathroom he was out cold.

Shocker.

I turned off the lights in our room and slipped into bed beside him. I picked up my phone to check the time before I noticed a message on Instagram that came in 10 minutes ago.

“Hey girlie…”

a/n : sorry i’ve left a cliffhanger lol, we’ve met the idea of Matt but he’ll be fully introduced in the next chapter. I’ll post chapter 2 tomorrow bc I don’t want to leave it too long before properly introducing him.

taglist : @muwapsturniolo @anitahunt333 @sturnfannn @chrissfavhoe @jayde510

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hello my loves!

i know i’ve had a bit of an unexplained absence this month after starting a series. but today is a year since i posted speeding car so i absolutely had to acknowledge it.

writing speeding car done so much for me personally with the mindset/head space i was in at the time. and to hear so many people still to this day speak about it blows my mind.

what i really want to say is thank you, thank you to anyone who has interacted with me publicly or anonymously within this last year because realistically, it’s been a year since i first started properly posting on here.

i consider myself a small account so i appreciate every single one of yous.

i know i have been absent, and im sorry for not explaining. my motivation and mental health has been struggling, along with my interest in the triplets dipping, but i hope someday in the near future i can come back on here regularly and continue posting series.

until that day, i’ll love yous and leave yous 🤍

Snowy x

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thank god you're back let's see if sturniolo tumblr revives my interest

no this is so real

missed you!

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girl when’s the next part

the weekend!

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heyyy hru queen????

when’s the next part of underdog coming out??

hey my love!

sorry for going missing again, my laptop charger broke so i haven’t been able to write 🥲🥲🥲 BUT my new one is coming today so hopefully it’ll be this weekend!

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oh, just so yous know, The Underdog is based on personal experience x

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im so hyped for the love island series

girl i’ll be honest i have not even touched off it

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mines the one that looks ded ✨

oh my god so cute 🥲🥲🥲 he looks like a lil chicken tender 😭

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i’m dog sitting and i wish matt could see me being all wifey to these dogs rn 💔

omg show me the dogs.

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SNOWY BABY OMG HI

OMG HELLO GORGEOUS GIRL

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taglist 3:

@lovesturni0l0s @chrissturniolodailysluts @thjjhbni @Mattstromboli @S0urgrapesss @Sturnioloshottiekay @Chrattstromboli @Kamatt17 @Spaghettislut1 @Oakley29 @jasthegoatsworld @nicksorange @matts-girlfriend @idkwhatimdoinghereeeeeee @kiarasmaybank @jaybirdie34 @theowensturniolo @idkwhatthisis2009 @inactive00007 @le4hsblog @norahsturns @nreking @sturniolo1nation @sturnsobsessed21 @drewslefttoe @chrepsi @luvsturns @thesecretofceleste @emmajacs-blog @halfbloodwriter @sturnioluv @mattsbabydaddyy @aaliyah-sturns @angel-sturns1 @h3artz4s0fia @chloejhunter @seros-girl @katie-tibo @endereies @ellasturnio1o @nicks-tangerines @gracecharlotte16

The Underdog - Chris Sturniolo Part 2

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Y/n

Summary: Chris is a rising star in the MLS - talented, charming, and known for being a player, both on and off the pitch. He’s never had a girlfriend, but always had a soft spot for Y/n, the girl who knew him before the fame but never took him seriously. Once their paths cross again, will history repeat itself or start to feel like potential?

Warnings: slight mentions of being emotionally unavailable

I stare down at the phone in my lap, double checking that I read it right.

"What’s up Y/n"

There’s absolutely no way he texted me that fast. I mean, who even does that? But I suppose, Chris has always been this way with me.

I lock my phone without replying and drop it beside me like nothing.

Not happening. 

Not tonight.

Not ever.

I don’t even announce it to the room. If I even hinted at that text, the girls would lose their minds. And I’m not in the mood for the teasing. Not when I’ve worked so hard to keep this peace I’ve found.

Maya suddenly pipes up from my bedroom floor, taking me out my trance. “So, Y/n any boys on the go?”

I shake my head casually. “Nope. Just enjoying being single, it's only been two months since Shane and I broke up, I’m not looking for anything right now.”

She gives me a look, and I shrug.

“The only version of talking to men I actually like is rejecting them or putting them in their place. I’m at peace on my own right now.”

Everyone laughs, but it’s true. I’ve got nothing in me for romance or messy situationships. I recently got out of something real, something heavy, and the thought of starting over, teaching someone how to be good to me from scratch? 

Hard pass.

Tasha nods in agreement. “Yeah, I’m convinced the dating pool is radioactive.”

I smirk, leaning back into the cushions on my bed. “Exactly. I’d rather take a nap and mind my business.”

No matter how still I sit, or how silent I stay, Chris’s message still lingers in the back of my mind, bubbling quietly beneath the surface.

“Speaking of naps” I mumble, stretching out my arms and grabbing my phone again, “I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

The girls groan in agreement, “We’ve all got placement in the morning” I remind them, sitting up and brushing pizza crust crumbs off my hoodie. “And there’s nothing worse than dealing with moody teenagers when I’m moody and sleep deprived.”

“Don’t remind me” Maya says, already yawning. “If a 10th grader even breathes wrong in my direction tomorrow, I’m faking sick and going home.”

We all laugh, but it’s that tired kind of laugh that trails off into silence.

-

My alarm went off at 7am, but I couldn’t pull myself out of bed until ten minutes later. I lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself that today wouldn’t be as long as I thought it was going to be. I finally dragged myself up and started into my routine, a quick shower, skincare, brushing my teeth while scrolling through emails, and a mental rundown of the day ahead.

It’s Friday, thank god. The only thing standing between me and the weekend is one school day, a few lessons on mitosis, and the chaos of teenagers who definitely have their minds on anything but biology.

I get dressed in something comfortable but teacher appropriate, black trousers, trainers, a knitted sweater. Toss my hair up into a claw clip, throw some concealer under my eyes, and swipe on some lip oil. Nothing all too fancy. Just enough to look somewhat presentable.

I grab a croissant on my way out, throw my laptop and USB into my tote bag, and head out. The air outside is crisp for a Houston morning, and the city already feels louder than usual. It's like the buildup to Sunday’s final has made every street corner buzz with energy.

Posters of Dynamo players are plastered across shop windows, orange flags hang from balconies, and every other person I pass is wearing a jersey.

Chris Sturniolo included. His face is printed across a bus stop ad, arms crossed, cocky grin. I roll my eyes before I can stop myself. Of course he’s everywhere.

I reach the school gates at 8.45am and head to my classroom. A couple of students are strolling about the hallway, dragging their backpacks and laughing way too loudly for this hour.

The classroom is cold, so I flick on the heat and drop my bag at my desk. I load my slides before I glance through the notes, not that I don't know them by heart. I’ve taught this lesson three times already. I could probably do it in my sleep now at this stage and considering how tired I am, I just might be running that risk.

The bell doesn’t ring for another ten minutes, so I sit on the edge of the desk, swinging my legs slightly, and take a bite of my croissant.

Outside, I can see a couple of boys kicking a football across the field. One of them has a Dynamo backpack. I exhale a laugh through my nose. The final’s not until Sunday, but it’s all thats going to be on anyone's mind today.

And honestly? Fair enough.

The team’s gone further than anyone expected. There’s something about your home team winning that makes people feel like they’re a part of it too , like the victory belongs to the city, the people itself. And I won’t lie, it’s been nice. For Houston to feel like this again.

I lean back and stretch, rolling my shoulders. Just one more day. One more round of teenagers pretending to listen. One more lukewarm cup of tea from the staffroom.

Then we can all pretend to care about mitosis while secretly counting down the hours until kickoff.

I actually do wonder who’s going to start on Sunday. I open my phone and click onto Instagram, scrolling through the Dynamos feed, to see if theirs any consistencies in their starting lineups. 

Chris starts almost every game it seems, so it’ll be interesting to see how it plays out come Sunday.

I haven’t spoken to him in years. And even then, I barely did. He’d try cocky little smirks in hallways or dumb jokes in passing but I never entertained it. Never gave him the satisfaction.

Now he’s in the final. Playing for Houston Dynamo. Texting me.

And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little curious.

Just a little.

Then a thought passes through my brain.. You know what else would be interesting to see?

How much I could actually mess about right now.

I slide into my DM’s, hovering over Chris' message.

“What’s up Y/n.”

Short. Casual. Confident. Classic Chris.

I stare at it for a moment, thumb paused above the keyboard.

I mean.. I’d never actually go there, not in any real kind of way. But maybe, maybe, I might enjoy putting him in his place a little. For old time’s sake.

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on Sunday instead of texting girls?”

I hit send before I can hesitate.

A soft laugh escapes me, because I know that’s not the response he was expecting. If he thought he could slide back in like that, he clearly forgot who he was messaging.

Suddenly the school bell rings and I put my phone back into my tote and stand up as the first group of students shuffle in. Whatever reaction he has, I’ll deal with that later.

-

The bell rings and it’s finally break. I finished up my third lesson of the day, the last group of kids filing out with half the understanding of mitosis and none of the attention span.

I gather my things, shoving my lesson planner and pens into my bag, and make my way toward the staff room.

As soon as I pull out my phone, a notification lights up my screen.

Chris Sturniolo: “Wow no need to do me like that, I need something to take my mind off it.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. My fingers move faster than my brain.

“Oh yeah, and women is the answer for that?”

I hit send and shake my head, slipping the phone into the pocket of my trousers.

If he thought I’d fold that easy, he clearly still doesn’t know me. Let him chew on that while I sip a cup of overly sweetened tea and pretend to mark homework I’m not even slightly in the mood for.

I wonder what he’ll reply, and what kind of spin he tries next.

a/n: I know im going to have a field day writing this series

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taglist 2:

@christmastreecake @mbscosnas @shadowthesim @xrosesturnx @chestersturniolo @55sturn @lvrsturniolo @iheartmattsbeard @starstrucktyrantinfluencer @sunflower-vol3 @courta13 @baileysturnz @abunnieswish @angelicsturns @mattsbitchh @kalel2005 @sunnysluvs @strawberryghost3 @headzgonewest @ilovematthewsturniolo1 @Mm3sblog @devotedlyteenagemusic @Poopypissyfartsturnl0ve @slag2 @spidermansleftconver @coolkidblizzard @vanillasturns @iluvlouispollock @anedpev @erikalovesyearning @izzylovesmatt @cybersp1tt-blog @benchdmc @Ladyatwalmart @vengaestesi-blog @sophssucks @bluetalia @Shesocherry @bnoxqr @nickssidewitch @starstrucktyrantinfluencer @mattysturns @owensleftbootycheek @madz-222 @bxtchboy69 @cu6ir @fl3wers @zokhlyxo @rhisturn

The Underdog - Chris Sturniolo Part 2

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Y/n

Summary: Chris is a rising star in the MLS - talented, charming, and known for being a player, both on and off the pitch. He’s never had a girlfriend, but always had a soft spot for Y/n, the girl who knew him before the fame but never took him seriously. Once their paths cross again, will history repeat itself or start to feel like potential?

Warnings: slight mentions of being emotionally unavailable

I stare down at the phone in my lap, double checking that I read it right.

"What’s up Y/n"

There’s absolutely no way he texted me that fast. I mean, who even does that? But I suppose, Chris has always been this way with me.

I lock my phone without replying and drop it beside me like nothing.

Not happening. 

Not tonight.

Not ever.

I don’t even announce it to the room. If I even hinted at that text, the girls would lose their minds. And I’m not in the mood for the teasing. Not when I’ve worked so hard to keep this peace I’ve found.

Maya suddenly pipes up from my bedroom floor, taking me out my trance. “So, Y/n any boys on the go?”

I shake my head casually. “Nope. Just enjoying being single, it's only been two months since Shane and I broke up, I’m not looking for anything right now.”

She gives me a look, and I shrug.

“The only version of talking to men I actually like is rejecting them or putting them in their place. I’m at peace on my own right now.”

Everyone laughs, but it’s true. I’ve got nothing in me for romance or messy situationships. I recently got out of something real, something heavy, and the thought of starting over, teaching someone how to be good to me from scratch? 

Hard pass.

Tasha nods in agreement. “Yeah, I’m convinced the dating pool is radioactive.”

I smirk, leaning back into the cushions on my bed. “Exactly. I’d rather take a nap and mind my business.”

No matter how still I sit, or how silent I stay, Chris’s message still lingers in the back of my mind, bubbling quietly beneath the surface.

“Speaking of naps” I mumble, stretching out my arms and grabbing my phone again, “I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

The girls groan in agreement, “We’ve all got placement in the morning” I remind them, sitting up and brushing pizza crust crumbs off my hoodie. “And there’s nothing worse than dealing with moody teenagers when I’m moody and sleep deprived.”

“Don’t remind me” Maya says, already yawning. “If a 10th grader even breathes wrong in my direction tomorrow, I’m faking sick and going home.”

We all laugh, but it’s that tired kind of laugh that trails off into silence.

-

My alarm went off at 7am, but I couldn’t pull myself out of bed until ten minutes later. I lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself that today wouldn’t be as long as I thought it was going to be. I finally dragged myself up and started into my routine, a quick shower, skincare, brushing my teeth while scrolling through emails, and a mental rundown of the day ahead.

It’s Friday, thank god. The only thing standing between me and the weekend is one school day, a few lessons on mitosis, and the chaos of teenagers who definitely have their minds on anything but biology.

I get dressed in something comfortable but teacher appropriate, black trousers, trainers, a knitted sweater. Toss my hair up into a claw clip, throw some concealer under my eyes, and swipe on some lip oil. Nothing all too fancy. Just enough to look somewhat presentable.

I grab a croissant on my way out, throw my laptop and USB into my tote bag, and head out. The air outside is crisp for a Houston morning, and the city already feels louder than usual. It's like the buildup to Sunday’s final has made every street corner buzz with energy.

Posters of Dynamo players are plastered across shop windows, orange flags hang from balconies, and every other person I pass is wearing a jersey.

Chris Sturniolo included. His face is printed across a bus stop ad, arms crossed, cocky grin. I roll my eyes before I can stop myself. Of course he’s everywhere.

I reach the school gates at 8.45am and head to my classroom. A couple of students are strolling about the hallway, dragging their backpacks and laughing way too loudly for this hour.

The classroom is cold, so I flick on the heat and drop my bag at my desk. I load my slides before I glance through the notes, not that I don't know them by heart. I’ve taught this lesson three times already. I could probably do it in my sleep now at this stage and considering how tired I am, I just might be running that risk.

The bell doesn’t ring for another ten minutes, so I sit on the edge of the desk, swinging my legs slightly, and take a bite of my croissant.

Outside, I can see a couple of boys kicking a football across the field. One of them has a Dynamo backpack. I exhale a laugh through my nose. The final’s not until Sunday, but it’s all thats going to be on anyone's mind today.

And honestly? Fair enough.

The team’s gone further than anyone expected. There’s something about your home team winning that makes people feel like they’re a part of it too , like the victory belongs to the city, the people itself. And I won’t lie, it’s been nice. For Houston to feel like this again.

I lean back and stretch, rolling my shoulders. Just one more day. One more round of teenagers pretending to listen. One more lukewarm cup of tea from the staffroom.

Then we can all pretend to care about mitosis while secretly counting down the hours until kickoff.

I actually do wonder who’s going to start on Sunday. I open my phone and click onto Instagram, scrolling through the Dynamos feed, to see if theirs any consistencies in their starting lineups. 

Chris starts almost every game it seems, so it’ll be interesting to see how it plays out come Sunday.

I haven’t spoken to him in years. And even then, I barely did. He’d try cocky little smirks in hallways or dumb jokes in passing but I never entertained it. Never gave him the satisfaction.

Now he’s in the final. Playing for Houston Dynamo. Texting me.

And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little curious.

Just a little.

Then a thought passes through my brain.. You know what else would be interesting to see?

How much I could actually mess about right now.

I slide into my DM’s, hovering over Chris' message.

“What’s up Y/n.”

Short. Casual. Confident. Classic Chris.

I stare at it for a moment, thumb paused above the keyboard.

I mean.. I’d never actually go there, not in any real kind of way. But maybe, maybe, I might enjoy putting him in his place a little. For old time’s sake.

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on Sunday instead of texting girls?”

I hit send before I can hesitate.

A soft laugh escapes me, because I know that’s not the response he was expecting. If he thought he could slide back in like that, he clearly forgot who he was messaging.

Suddenly the school bell rings and I put my phone back into my tote and stand up as the first group of students shuffle in. Whatever reaction he has, I’ll deal with that later.

-

The bell rings and it’s finally break. I finished up my third lesson of the day, the last group of kids filing out with half the understanding of mitosis and none of the attention span.

I gather my things, shoving my lesson planner and pens into my bag, and make my way toward the staff room.

As soon as I pull out my phone, a notification lights up my screen.

Chris Sturniolo: “Wow no need to do me like that, I need something to take my mind off it.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. My fingers move faster than my brain.

“Oh yeah, and women is the answer for that?”

I hit send and shake my head, slipping the phone into the pocket of my trousers.

If he thought I’d fold that easy, he clearly still doesn’t know me. Let him chew on that while I sip a cup of overly sweetened tea and pretend to mark homework I’m not even slightly in the mood for.

I wonder what he’ll reply, and what kind of spin he tries next.

a/n: I know im going to have a field day writing this series

taglist: @mattybearnard @sturn-33 @ncm9696 @yourfavsturniologirl @crazy4jewel @sodakid1234 @stupendoustreewinner @lovealwayssturniolos @matthewsturniolosss @m4ttsmunch @loveexxx @ilusa @starkeyszn @wonnieeluvvr @dylnblue @valxrieq @maggot3647 @cigarettecemetary @ribread03 @chrisstvrns @bandasaruswrx @noplaceissafeanymore @amexiass @witchofthehour @mattssgf @jetaimevous @v33angel  @ivysturnss @urmom69lol @ashlishes @watercolorskyy @sturnioloshottiekay @amelia-sturniolo3 @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @pvssychicken @alizestvrnss @chrisstxrnsaxe @sophand4n4 @vickytaa @marrykisskilled @bxtchboy69 @yourfavsturniologirl @julisturn @sydneyylainn @sophia-77n @trevorsgodmother @sturnslutz @yourmother29 @girl24cherry @astronea @pinkdyit @mattswrinkleton @asmine @sagesturns

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The Underdog - Chris Sturniolo Part 2

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Y/n

Summary: Chris is a rising star in the MLS - talented, charming, and known for being a player, both on and off the pitch. He’s never had a girlfriend, but always had a soft spot for Y/n, the girl who knew him before the fame but never took him seriously. Once their paths cross again, will history repeat itself or start to feel like potential?

Warnings: slight mentions of being emotionally unavailable

I stare down at the phone in my lap, double checking that I read it right.

"What’s up Y/n"

There’s absolutely no way he texted me that fast. I mean, who even does that? But I suppose, Chris has always been this way with me.

I lock my phone without replying and drop it beside me like nothing.

Not happening. 

Not tonight.

Not ever.

I don’t even announce it to the room. If I even hinted at that text, the girls would lose their minds. And I’m not in the mood for the teasing. Not when I’ve worked so hard to keep this peace I’ve found.

Maya suddenly pipes up from my bedroom floor, taking me out my trance. “So, Y/n any boys on the go?”

I shake my head casually. “Nope. Just enjoying being single, it's only been two months since Shane and I broke up, I’m not looking for anything right now.”

She gives me a look, and I shrug.

“The only version of talking to men I actually like is rejecting them or putting them in their place. I’m at peace on my own right now.”

Everyone laughs, but it’s true. I’ve got nothing in me for romance or messy situationships. I recently got out of something real, something heavy, and the thought of starting over, teaching someone how to be good to me from scratch? 

Hard pass.

Tasha nods in agreement. “Yeah, I’m convinced the dating pool is radioactive.”

I smirk, leaning back into the cushions on my bed. “Exactly. I’d rather take a nap and mind my business.”

No matter how still I sit, or how silent I stay, Chris’s message still lingers in the back of my mind, bubbling quietly beneath the surface.

“Speaking of naps” I mumble, stretching out my arms and grabbing my phone again, “I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

The girls groan in agreement, “We’ve all got placement in the morning” I remind them, sitting up and brushing pizza crust crumbs off my hoodie. “And there’s nothing worse than dealing with moody teenagers when I’m moody and sleep deprived.”

“Don’t remind me” Maya says, already yawning. “If a 10th grader even breathes wrong in my direction tomorrow, I’m faking sick and going home.”

We all laugh, but it’s that tired kind of laugh that trails off into silence.

-

My alarm went off at 7am, but I couldn’t pull myself out of bed until ten minutes later. I lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself that today wouldn’t be as long as I thought it was going to be. I finally dragged myself up and started into my routine, a quick shower, skincare, brushing my teeth while scrolling through emails, and a mental rundown of the day ahead.

It’s Friday, thank god. The only thing standing between me and the weekend is one school day, a few lessons on mitosis, and the chaos of teenagers who definitely have their minds on anything but biology.

I get dressed in something comfortable but teacher appropriate, black trousers, trainers, a knitted sweater. Toss my hair up into a claw clip, throw some concealer under my eyes, and swipe on some lip oil. Nothing all too fancy. Just enough to look somewhat presentable.

I grab a croissant on my way out, throw my laptop and USB into my tote bag, and head out. The air outside is crisp for a Houston morning, and the city already feels louder than usual. It's like the buildup to Sunday’s final has made every street corner buzz with energy.

Posters of Dynamo players are plastered across shop windows, orange flags hang from balconies, and every other person I pass is wearing a jersey.

Chris Sturniolo included. His face is printed across a bus stop ad, arms crossed, cocky grin. I roll my eyes before I can stop myself. Of course he’s everywhere.

I reach the school gates at 8.45am and head to my classroom. A couple of students are strolling about the hallway, dragging their backpacks and laughing way too loudly for this hour.

The classroom is cold, so I flick on the heat and drop my bag at my desk. I load my slides before I glance through the notes, not that I don't know them by heart. I’ve taught this lesson three times already. I could probably do it in my sleep now at this stage and considering how tired I am, I just might be running that risk.

The bell doesn’t ring for another ten minutes, so I sit on the edge of the desk, swinging my legs slightly, and take a bite of my croissant.

Outside, I can see a couple of boys kicking a football across the field. One of them has a Dynamo backpack. I exhale a laugh through my nose. The final’s not until Sunday, but it’s all thats going to be on anyone's mind today.

And honestly? Fair enough.

The team’s gone further than anyone expected. There’s something about your home team winning that makes people feel like they’re a part of it too , like the victory belongs to the city, the people itself. And I won’t lie, it’s been nice. For Houston to feel like this again.

I lean back and stretch, rolling my shoulders. Just one more day. One more round of teenagers pretending to listen. One more lukewarm cup of tea from the staffroom.

Then we can all pretend to care about mitosis while secretly counting down the hours until kickoff.

I actually do wonder who’s going to start on Sunday. I open my phone and click onto Instagram, scrolling through the Dynamos feed, to see if theirs any consistencies in their starting lineups. 

Chris starts almost every game it seems, so it’ll be interesting to see how it plays out come Sunday.

I haven’t spoken to him in years. And even then, I barely did. He’d try cocky little smirks in hallways or dumb jokes in passing but I never entertained it. Never gave him the satisfaction.

Now he’s in the final. Playing for Houston Dynamo. Texting me.

And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little curious.

Just a little.

Then a thought passes through my brain.. You know what else would be interesting to see?

How much I could actually mess about right now.

I slide into my DM’s, hovering over Chris' message.

“What’s up Y/n.”

Short. Casual. Confident. Classic Chris.

I stare at it for a moment, thumb paused above the keyboard.

I mean.. I’d never actually go there, not in any real kind of way. But maybe, maybe, I might enjoy putting him in his place a little. For old time’s sake.

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on Sunday instead of texting girls?”

I hit send before I can hesitate.

A soft laugh escapes me, because I know that’s not the response he was expecting. If he thought he could slide back in like that, he clearly forgot who he was messaging.

Suddenly the school bell rings and I put my phone back into my tote and stand up as the first group of students shuffle in. Whatever reaction he has, I’ll deal with that later.

-

The bell rings and it’s finally break. I finished up my third lesson of the day, the last group of kids filing out with half the understanding of mitosis and none of the attention span.

I gather my things, shoving my lesson planner and pens into my bag, and make my way toward the staff room.

As soon as I pull out my phone, a notification lights up my screen.

Chris Sturniolo: “Wow no need to do me like that, I need something to take my mind off it.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. My fingers move faster than my brain.

“Oh yeah, and women is the answer for that?”

I hit send and shake my head, slipping the phone into the pocket of my trousers.

If he thought I’d fold that easy, he clearly still doesn’t know me. Let him chew on that while I sip a cup of overly sweetened tea and pretend to mark homework I’m not even slightly in the mood for.

I wonder what he’ll reply, and what kind of spin he tries next.

a/n: I know im going to have a field day writing this series

taglist: @mattybearnard @sturn-33 @ncm9696 @yourfavsturniologirl @crazy4jewel @sodakid1234 @stupendoustreewinner @lovealwayssturniolos @matthewsturniolosss @m4ttsmunch @loveexxx @ilusa @starkeyszn @wonnieeluvvr @dylnblue @valxrieq @maggot3647 @cigarettecemetary @ribread03 @chrisstvrns @bandasaruswrx @noplaceissafeanymore @amexiass @witchofthehour @mattssgf @jetaimevous @v33angel  @ivysturnss @urmom69lol @ashlishes @watercolorskyy @sturnioloshottiekay @amelia-sturniolo3 @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @pvssychicken @alizestvrnss @chrisstxrnsaxe @sophand4n4 @vickytaa @marrykisskilled @bxtchboy69 @yourfavsturniologirl @julisturn @sydneyylainn @sophia-77n @trevorsgodmother @sturnslutz @yourmother29 @girl24cherry @astronea @pinkdyit @mattswrinkleton @asmine @sagesturns

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i’m so sick rn omg

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taglist 3:

@lovesturni0l0s @chrissturniolodailysluts @thjjhbni @Mattstromboli @S0urgrapesss @Sturnioloshottiekay @Chrattstromboli @Kamatt17 ⋆@Spaghettislut1 @Oakley29 @jasthegoatsworld @nicksorange @matts-girlfriend @idkwhatimdoinghereeeeeee @kiarasmaybank @jaybirdie34 @theowensturniolo @idkwhatthisis2009

The Underdog - Chris Sturniolo

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Y/n

Summary: Chris is a rising star in the MLS - talented, charming, and known for being a player, both on and off the pitch. He’s never had a girlfriend, but always had a soft spot for Y/n, the girl who knew him before the fame but never took him seriously. Once their paths cross again, will history repeat itself or start to feel like potential?

It’s Thursday evening, and my apartment smells like takeout with a hint of unserious stress. A pile of open textbooks and empty pizza boxes are scattered across my bedroom floor, all of us pretending to study while slowly drifting into talk of playoffs. That’s what happens when you live in Houston and the Dynamo’s make the final, nothing else really matters for a few days. Not even our looming exams.

We’re all future biology teachers in theory, but tonight? We're just soccer fans, buzzing like the rest of the city.

“Anyone got a spare jersey?” Liv asks, digging through a drawer like one might magically appear.

“Yeah I’ve got one” Tasha says. “You can wear my orange home kit, it says Herrera on the back of it.”

“I’m just excited for the night out after if I’m honest” Liv grins, turning as she closes the drawer. “The city’s gonna be wild whether we win or lose.”

“Oh we’re gonna win!” I say without thinking, leaning back against my beds headboard. “I’ve got a good feeling about it.”

“Oh okay Ms.Manifestation, lets hope you’re right.” Tasha smirks. “So, who do you think’s going to start?”

Liv gives me a look. A slow, smug kind of smirk that makes me want to throw a pillow at her before she even opens her mouth. I know where she’s going with this.

“I think Chris Sturniolo will be in the starting 11.” she says, way too casually.

I roll my eyes immediately. “Please stop.”

“What?” she grins, “It’s a valid take.”

“I swear, if you lot start this again-”

Maya, who’s only just moved in from Utah this semester is still catching up with everything, so she raises a brow. “Wait, what’s the deal with Chris Sturniolo?”

The girls all look at me, waiting for me to explain.

I sigh. “We knew each other a few years ago. We were in the same school year, he used to try it with me constantly. Like.. wouldn’t let it go. But I never gave in. Ever.”

Tasha sniggers. “Yeah keyword is tried. Girl was made of stone.”

I laugh, because it’s true. Chris was.. persistent, to say the least. Always smiling like he knew one day he’d get what he wanted.

But he’s a pro footballer now. One of Houston’s most talked about rising stars, considered a wonderkid. But to me? He’s still that same guy who never took no for an answer, and always thought he could change my mind.

Still, I can’t help but wonder if he’s actually starting Sunday.

“I actually don’t hear much about him anymore, like.. on a personal level” I say, almost more to myself than anyone else. “Soccer fans absolutely idolise him now, but it’s weird not seeing him pop up anywhere else.”

Maya tilts her head, as she looks up from her phone. “Does he have a girlfriend?.. I mean.. he is a goodlooking boy.”

The rest of us shake our heads in sync like it’s a reflex.

“Nope.”

“Never.”

“Not a real one anyway” Liv adds, stretching her legs over the edge of the bed. “Chris was one for hookups and hookups only.”

I shrug, grabbing my cup off the floor. “That’s why I never went for him. Even back then, he just seemed like one big player. Flashy smile, smooth talk, always surrounded by people, and never the same girl twice.”

“Sounds like half the team then” Maya mutters, making us laugh.

“But seriously..” I continue, “he was the kind of guy who made you feel like you were the only one in the room.. and then did the exact same thing with someone else five minutes later.”

Maya whistles. “Yikes.”

“Exactly, I’m not falling for that one.”

Still, part of me wonders if he’s changed. Fame does that to people, sometimes for the worse, sometimes for the better. Or maybe he just got better at hiding it.

I shake the thought off. It doesn’t matter. I haven’t spoken to him in years, and after Sunday’s final, he’ll be off doing whatever pro soccer players do in the off season. Probably in Miami, probably surrounded by beautiful women.

But all in the same breath, curiosity gets the better of me.

While the others argue over who’s going to score first on Sunday, I quietly grab my phone and search Chris on Instagram.

It doesn’t take long, his account pops right up, verified tick and everything.

His page is exactly what I expect. Clean, posed, very.. athlete. Rows of football photos, in uniform, mid training, post match grins with a mix of gym selfies.

As much of a player as he was, I have to admit it, it’s nice seeing someone from here actually make it.

Houston raised. Houston playing.

It’s not often a local boy gets the opportunity to be the hometown hero.

I scroll a bit more. He’s gained a ton of followers, influencers, fitness pages, fans from all over the league. Probably girls from everywhere too, which is why I tell myself if I hit follow, it’ll go completely unnoticed.

So I do.

Just a little harmless follow.

Nothing more.

I zone back into the conversation, locking my phone and tossing it to the side like I hadn’t just deep dived into Chris Sturniolo’s highlight reel.

The girls are still chatting, this time full swing into pregame plans.

“I’m thinking we start at Liv’s place” Tasha says, already listing off who’s bringing what. “She’s closest to the stadium anyway.”

“I’ll have shots ready before we leave” Liv nods with full commitment.

“And where are we going after?” I ask, taking a swig of my water and trying to act like I hadn’t mentally wandered off for five minutes.

Maya lights up. “Oh actually! My cousin said if they win, the team’s hitting Fire.”

“Fire Fire?” I repeat, eyebrows raised.

She grins. “Yup. Fire Nightclub. The whole team’s planning to go with the cup and everything. Shots, DJ, bottle girls, the works.”

“Oh we’re definitely going then” Liv says, already pulling out her phone to make sure her outfit's still sitting in her cart.

“Imagine getting a pic with the cup” Maya laughs.

“Or with Chris Sturniolo” Liv teases, looking directly at me.

I roll my eyes hard enough to see my own brain. “Don’t start.”

But part of me knows.. if Houston wins and Chris ends up at Fire that night.. the chances of running into him just got very real.

Just as Livs finishing her smug little smirk, I hear it.

Ding.

I glance down at my phone, lighting up beside me on my bed.

I look down.

Chris Sturniolo followed you.

Then, ding again.

Two notifications in such a short time.

A message.

Chris Sturniolo: “What’s up Y/n”

There's no way he’s just text me.

a/n : before we start i dont know how the MLS truly works and calling it soccer is making me SICK

taglist : @mattybearnard @sturn-33 @ncm9696 @yourfavsturniologirl @crazy4jewel @sodakid1234 @stupendoustreewinner @lovealwayssturniolos @matthewsturniolosss @m4ttsmunch @loveexxx @ilusa @starkeyszn @wonnieeluvvr @dylnblue @valxrieq @maggot3647 @cigarettecemetary @ribread03 @chrisstvrns @bandasaruswrx @noplaceissafeanymore @amexiass @witchofthehour @mattssgf @jetaimevous @v33angel  @ivysturnss @urmom69lol @ashlishes @watercolorskyy @sturnioloshottiekay @amelia-sturniolo3 @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @pvssychicken @alizestvrnss @chrisstxrnsaxe @sophand4n4 @vickytaa @marrykisskilled @bxtchboy69 @yourfavsturniologirl @julisturn @sydneyylainn @sophia-77n @trevorsgodmother @sturnslutz @yourmother29 @girl24cherry @astronea @pinkdyit @mattswrinkleton @asmine @sagesturns

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taglist 2:

@christmastreecake @mbscosnas @shadowthesim @xrosesturnx @chestersturniolo @55sturn @lvrsturniolo @iheartmattsbeard @starstrucktyrantinfluencer @sunflower-vol3 @courta13 @baileysturnz @abunnieswish @angelicsturns @mattsbitchh @kalel2005 @sunnysluvs @strawberryghost3 @headzgonewest @ilovematthewsturniolo1 @Mm3sblog @devotedlyteenagemusic @Poopypissyfartsturnl0ve @slag2 @spidermansleftconver @coolkidblizzard @vanillasturns @iluvlouispollock @anedpev @erikalovesyearning @izzylovesmatt @cybersp1tt-blog @benchdmc @Ladyatwalmart @vengaestesi-blog @sophssucks @bluetalia @Shesocherry @bnoxqr @nickssidewitch @starstrucktyrantinfluencer @mattysturns @owensleftbootycheek @madz-222 @bxtchboy69 @cu6ir @fl3wers @zokhlyxo @rhisturn @sturnslutz

The Underdog - Chris Sturniolo

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Y/n

Summary: Chris is a rising star in the MLS - talented, charming, and known for being a player, both on and off the pitch. He’s never had a girlfriend, but always had a soft spot for Y/n, the girl who knew him before the fame but never took him seriously. Once their paths cross again, will history repeat itself or start to feel like potential?

It’s Thursday evening, and my apartment smells like takeout with a hint of unserious stress. A pile of open textbooks and empty pizza boxes are scattered across my bedroom floor, all of us pretending to study while slowly drifting into talk of playoffs. That’s what happens when you live in Houston and the Dynamo’s make the final, nothing else really matters for a few days. Not even our looming exams.

We’re all future biology teachers in theory, but tonight? We're just soccer fans, buzzing like the rest of the city.

“Anyone got a spare jersey?” Liv asks, digging through a drawer like one might magically appear.

“Yeah I’ve got one” Tasha says. “You can wear my orange home kit, it says Herrera on the back of it.”

“I’m just excited for the night out after if I’m honest” Liv grins, turning as she closes the drawer. “The city’s gonna be wild whether we win or lose.”

“Oh we’re gonna win!” I say without thinking, leaning back against my beds headboard. “I’ve got a good feeling about it.”

“Oh okay Ms.Manifestation, lets hope you’re right.” Tasha smirks. “So, who do you think’s going to start?”

Liv gives me a look. A slow, smug kind of smirk that makes me want to throw a pillow at her before she even opens her mouth. I know where she’s going with this.

“I think Chris Sturniolo will be in the starting 11.” she says, way too casually.

I roll my eyes immediately. “Please stop.”

“What?” she grins, “It’s a valid take.”

“I swear, if you lot start this again-”

Maya, who’s only just moved in from Utah this semester is still catching up with everything, so she raises a brow. “Wait, what’s the deal with Chris Sturniolo?”

The girls all look at me, waiting for me to explain.

I sigh. “We knew each other a few years ago. We were in the same school year, he used to try it with me constantly. Like.. wouldn’t let it go. But I never gave in. Ever.”

Tasha sniggers. “Yeah keyword is tried. Girl was made of stone.”

I laugh, because it’s true. Chris was.. persistent, to say the least. Always smiling like he knew one day he’d get what he wanted.

But he’s a pro footballer now. One of Houston’s most talked about rising stars, considered a wonderkid. But to me? He’s still that same guy who never took no for an answer, and always thought he could change my mind.

Still, I can’t help but wonder if he’s actually starting Sunday.

“I actually don’t hear much about him anymore, like.. on a personal level” I say, almost more to myself than anyone else. “Soccer fans absolutely idolise him now, but it’s weird not seeing him pop up anywhere else.”

Maya tilts her head, as she looks up from her phone. “Does he have a girlfriend?.. I mean.. he is a goodlooking boy.”

The rest of us shake our heads in sync like it’s a reflex.

“Nope.”

“Never.”

“Not a real one anyway” Liv adds, stretching her legs over the edge of the bed. “Chris was one for hookups and hookups only.”

I shrug, grabbing my cup off the floor. “That’s why I never went for him. Even back then, he just seemed like one big player. Flashy smile, smooth talk, always surrounded by people, and never the same girl twice.”

“Sounds like half the team then” Maya mutters, making us laugh.

“But seriously..” I continue, “he was the kind of guy who made you feel like you were the only one in the room.. and then did the exact same thing with someone else five minutes later.”

Maya whistles. “Yikes.”

“Exactly, I’m not falling for that one.”

Still, part of me wonders if he’s changed. Fame does that to people, sometimes for the worse, sometimes for the better. Or maybe he just got better at hiding it.

I shake the thought off. It doesn’t matter. I haven’t spoken to him in years, and after Sunday’s final, he’ll be off doing whatever pro soccer players do in the off season. Probably in Miami, probably surrounded by beautiful women.

But all in the same breath, curiosity gets the better of me.

While the others argue over who’s going to score first on Sunday, I quietly grab my phone and search Chris on Instagram.

It doesn’t take long, his account pops right up, verified tick and everything.

His page is exactly what I expect. Clean, posed, very.. athlete. Rows of football photos, in uniform, mid training, post match grins with a mix of gym selfies.

As much of a player as he was, I have to admit it, it’s nice seeing someone from here actually make it.

Houston raised. Houston playing.

It’s not often a local boy gets the opportunity to be the hometown hero.

I scroll a bit more. He’s gained a ton of followers, influencers, fitness pages, fans from all over the league. Probably girls from everywhere too, which is why I tell myself if I hit follow, it’ll go completely unnoticed.

So I do.

Just a little harmless follow.

Nothing more.

I zone back into the conversation, locking my phone and tossing it to the side like I hadn’t just deep dived into Chris Sturniolo’s highlight reel.

The girls are still chatting, this time full swing into pregame plans.

“I’m thinking we start at Liv’s place” Tasha says, already listing off who’s bringing what. “She’s closest to the stadium anyway.”

“I’ll have shots ready before we leave” Liv nods with full commitment.

“And where are we going after?” I ask, taking a swig of my water and trying to act like I hadn’t mentally wandered off for five minutes.

Maya lights up. “Oh actually! My cousin said if they win, the team’s hitting Fire.”

“Fire Fire?” I repeat, eyebrows raised.

She grins. “Yup. Fire Nightclub. The whole team’s planning to go with the cup and everything. Shots, DJ, bottle girls, the works.”

“Oh we’re definitely going then” Liv says, already pulling out her phone to make sure her outfit's still sitting in her cart.

“Imagine getting a pic with the cup” Maya laughs.

“Or with Chris Sturniolo” Liv teases, looking directly at me.

I roll my eyes hard enough to see my own brain. “Don’t start.”

But part of me knows.. if Houston wins and Chris ends up at Fire that night.. the chances of running into him just got very real.

Just as Livs finishing her smug little smirk, I hear it.

Ding.

I glance down at my phone, lighting up beside me on my bed.

I look down.

Chris Sturniolo followed you.

Then, ding again.

Two notifications in such a short time.

A message.

Chris Sturniolo: “What’s up Y/n”

There's no way he’s just text me.

a/n : before we start i dont know how the MLS truly works and calling it soccer is making me SICK

taglist : @mattybearnard @sturn-33 @ncm9696 @yourfavsturniologirl @crazy4jewel @sodakid1234 @stupendoustreewinner @lovealwayssturniolos @matthewsturniolosss @m4ttsmunch @loveexxx @ilusa @starkeyszn @wonnieeluvvr @dylnblue @valxrieq @maggot3647 @cigarettecemetary @ribread03 @chrisstvrns @bandasaruswrx @noplaceissafeanymore @amexiass @witchofthehour @mattssgf @jetaimevous @v33angel  @ivysturnss @urmom69lol @ashlishes @watercolorskyy @sturnioloshottiekay @amelia-sturniolo3 @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @pvssychicken @alizestvrnss @chrisstxrnsaxe @sophand4n4 @vickytaa @marrykisskilled @bxtchboy69 @yourfavsturniologirl @julisturn @sydneyylainn @sophia-77n @trevorsgodmother @sturnslutz @yourmother29 @girl24cherry @astronea @pinkdyit @mattswrinkleton @asmine @sagesturns

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The Underdog - Chris Sturniolo

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Y/n

Summary: Chris is a rising star in the MLS - talented, charming, and known for being a player, both on and off the pitch. He’s never had a girlfriend, but always had a soft spot for Y/n, the girl who knew him before the fame but never took him seriously. Once their paths cross again, will history repeat itself or start to feel like potential?

It’s Thursday evening, and my apartment smells like takeout with a hint of unserious stress. A pile of open textbooks and empty pizza boxes are scattered across my bedroom floor, all of us pretending to study while slowly drifting into talk of playoffs. That’s what happens when you live in Houston and the Dynamo’s make the final, nothing else really matters for a few days. Not even our looming exams.

We’re all future biology teachers in theory, but tonight? We're just soccer fans, buzzing like the rest of the city.

“Anyone got a spare jersey?” Liv asks, digging through a drawer like one might magically appear.

“Yeah I’ve got one” Tasha says. “You can wear my orange home kit, it says Herrera on the back of it.”

“I’m just excited for the night out after if I’m honest” Liv grins, turning as she closes the drawer. “The city’s gonna be wild whether we win or lose.”

“Oh we’re gonna win!” I say without thinking, leaning back against my beds headboard. “I’ve got a good feeling about it.”

“Oh okay Ms.Manifestation, lets hope you’re right.” Tasha smirks. “So, who do you think’s going to start?”

Liv gives me a look. A slow, smug kind of smirk that makes me want to throw a pillow at her before she even opens her mouth. I know where she’s going with this.

“I think Chris Sturniolo will be in the starting 11.” she says, way too casually.

I roll my eyes immediately. “Please stop.”

“What?” she grins, “It’s a valid take.”

“I swear, if you lot start this again-”

Maya, who’s only just moved in from Utah this semester is still catching up with everything, so she raises a brow. “Wait, what’s the deal with Chris Sturniolo?”

The girls all look at me, waiting for me to explain.

I sigh. “We knew each other a few years ago. We were in the same school year, he used to try it with me constantly. Like.. wouldn’t let it go. But I never gave in. Ever.”

Tasha sniggers. “Yeah keyword is tried. Girl was made of stone.”

I laugh, because it’s true. Chris was.. persistent, to say the least. Always smiling like he knew one day he’d get what he wanted.

But he’s a pro footballer now. One of Houston’s most talked about rising stars, considered a wonderkid. But to me? He’s still that same guy who never took no for an answer, and always thought he could change my mind.

Still, I can’t help but wonder if he’s actually starting Sunday.

“I actually don’t hear much about him anymore, like.. on a personal level” I say, almost more to myself than anyone else. “Soccer fans absolutely idolise him now, but it’s weird not seeing him pop up anywhere else.”

Maya tilts her head, as she looks up from her phone. “Does he have a girlfriend?.. I mean.. he is a goodlooking boy.”

The rest of us shake our heads in sync like it’s a reflex.

“Nope.”

“Never.”

“Not a real one anyway” Liv adds, stretching her legs over the edge of the bed. “Chris was one for hookups and hookups only.”

I shrug, grabbing my cup off the floor. “That’s why I never went for him. Even back then, he just seemed like one big player. Flashy smile, smooth talk, always surrounded by people, and never the same girl twice.”

“Sounds like half the team then” Maya mutters, making us laugh.

“But seriously..” I continue, “he was the kind of guy who made you feel like you were the only one in the room.. and then did the exact same thing with someone else five minutes later.”

Maya whistles. “Yikes.”

“Exactly, I’m not falling for that one.”

Still, part of me wonders if he’s changed. Fame does that to people, sometimes for the worse, sometimes for the better. Or maybe he just got better at hiding it.

I shake the thought off. It doesn’t matter. I haven’t spoken to him in years, and after Sunday’s final, he’ll be off doing whatever pro soccer players do in the off season. Probably in Miami, probably surrounded by beautiful women.

But all in the same breath, curiosity gets the better of me.

While the others argue over who’s going to score first on Sunday, I quietly grab my phone and search Chris on Instagram.

It doesn’t take long, his account pops right up, verified tick and everything.

His page is exactly what I expect. Clean, posed, very.. athlete. Rows of football photos, in uniform, mid training, post match grins with a mix of gym selfies.

As much of a player as he was, I have to admit it, it’s nice seeing someone from here actually make it.

Houston raised. Houston playing.

It’s not often a local boy gets the opportunity to be the hometown hero.

I scroll a bit more. He’s gained a ton of followers, influencers, fitness pages, fans from all over the league. Probably girls from everywhere too, which is why I tell myself if I hit follow, it’ll go completely unnoticed.

So I do.

Just a little harmless follow.

Nothing more.

I zone back into the conversation, locking my phone and tossing it to the side like I hadn’t just deep dived into Chris Sturniolo’s highlight reel.

The girls are still chatting, this time full swing into pregame plans.

“I’m thinking we start at Liv’s place” Tasha says, already listing off who’s bringing what. “She’s closest to the stadium anyway.”

“I’ll have shots ready before we leave” Liv nods with full commitment.

“And where are we going after?” I ask, taking a swig of my water and trying to act like I hadn’t mentally wandered off for five minutes.

Maya lights up. “Oh actually! My cousin said if they win, the team’s hitting Fire.”

“Fire Fire?” I repeat, eyebrows raised.

She grins. “Yup. Fire Nightclub. The whole team’s planning to go with the cup and everything. Shots, DJ, bottle girls, the works.”

“Oh we’re definitely going then” Liv says, already pulling out her phone to make sure her outfit's still sitting in her cart.

“Imagine getting a pic with the cup” Maya laughs.

“Or with Chris Sturniolo” Liv teases, looking directly at me.

I roll my eyes hard enough to see my own brain. “Don’t start.”

But part of me knows.. if Houston wins and Chris ends up at Fire that night.. the chances of running into him just got very real.

Just as Livs finishing her smug little smirk, I hear it.

Ding.

I glance down at my phone, lighting up beside me on my bed.

I look down.

Chris Sturniolo followed you.

Then, ding again.

Two notifications in such a short time.

A message.

Chris Sturniolo: “What’s up Y/n”

There's no way he’s just text me.

a/n : before we start i dont know how the MLS truly works and calling it soccer is making me SICK

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