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€SURPRISE PARTY TOUR: CHICAGO DISS TRACK * CHRIS STURNIOLO
SUMMARYă::ăWhere at the Chicago show of the Surprise Party Tour, Chris is not only surprised by the diss track made by his brothers against him, but especially by his girlfriend being part of it.
FEATURINGăChris Sturniolo x readerăREQUESTED?ăyes.
AUTHOR'S NOTEă::ăthat is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
A/NÂČ: I'm not a song writer by no means, so I apologize in advance if Y/N's part of the song sucks đâđ»
A/NÂł: Stream LIKE ME right now!
The orange glow of the stage lights bathed everything in warmth, catching little glints in the shelves to the left of the stage, bouncing off the glossy top of the coffee table sitting between the two orange couches.
Y/N, standing just off-stage behind the curtain with the crew, had that weird ache in her chest she always got right before the surprise segment. She could practically feel the excitement coming from the fans, like static electricity tingling across her skin.
She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling too hard. She already knew what the surprise was. I mean, how couldnât she? She was in it.
She leaned forward a little, peeking past the thick curtain, watching the boys from her hidden little corner.
Nick was lounging - well, more like bouncing - in his seat on the left couch, leg jittering, fingers tapping on the cushion, clearly vibrating with excitement. Matt and Chris were sharing the right couch, the former sitting up straight with a smile. Chris, meanwhile, was leaned back with one arm stretched along the back of the couch, his head tilted in curiosity, eyes glued to the giant screen in front of them.
The big screen flicked to life with a massive countdown in bold white numbers against a glitching screen.
Everyone in the theater screamed. It was instant.
Echoing. Like someone had thrown gasoline on a fire and let it explode.
Y/N laughed under her breath, clutching her jacket at the chest. She swore her heart jumped with that countdown. It always did.
The screen flickered, and there they were.
Matt and Nick. Edited to be side by side, both in suits and ties, serious expressions. Nick was adjusting his already-too-tight tie, and Matt was patting down his shirt collar, eyes locked with the camera lens.
The crowd absolutely lost it.
Nick leapt up from his couch like someone had shocked him and started doing these little bouncy jumps toward Matt, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. His feet barely touched the ground, boots thudding heavily against the stage floor.
"Oh, Nick." Y/N whispered to herself, soft smile decorating her face, watching Nickâs expression explode into a wide grin as he reached Matt and wrapped him up in a huge hug.
Matt hugged him back with one arm and held the mic to his mouth with the other.
Nick pulled back from the hug, mic now in his hand.
"We've been talking about this all day." He said, turning to the audience. "And I'm so excited that we're about to show this to you guys. I feel like me and Matt don't have many duo moments, right?"
The theater roared with approval, stomping and clapping and shrieking. Chris raised an eyebrow from the right couch, side-eyeing them both with an amused but skeptical expression.
"Oh, here we go." He muttered into his mic, finally standing up.
Y/N bit her lip, stifling her laugh as Chris casually strolled over to the left couch Nick had just vacated, flopping onto it in one fluid motion, stretching out like he owned the place. Which, well, he kind of did.
"Alright, Iâm curious." He said, grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it. "Iâm suspicious, but Iâm curious."
Nick, still standing, grinned mischievously, and held up a single finger.
"Okay." He started, pacing a little as he spoke. "Before we play this video, I know youâre excited. I know youâre screaming. I know youâre probably on the edge of your seat."
People in the front row giggled, phones held up and already recording.
"But this surprise?" Nick continued, voice dropping dramatically. "Itâs a little dramatic. Itâs a little drama. And itâs gonna be amazing. But I need yâall to listen while you watch it. âCause we only get to watch this once, alright? And I want to make sure that you have the best experience watching it. So, be excited, laugh, but listen, and let's get into it."
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Matt gave Nick a quick shoulder bump before the two of them made their way back to the right couch, both of them trying to suppress the stupid, excited grins tugging at their mouths.
The screen flickered again.
Matt and Nick sat on the edge of Matt's bed, both in crisp white long sleeves, shoulders brushing, Matt with his backward baby pink cap on.
"Me and Matt have some major plans today." Video-Nick said, not even waiting a single second to properly greet the camera. "And it all kinda involves shitting on Chris... Basically, Chris hasnât done his fair share of shit on us, and going to the studio with his friends and making a diss track seemed just fair."
And that was when the place went feral.
People screamed. Hands flew over mouths.
On the right couch, Chrisâs head whipped toward his brothers so fast it was a miracle he didnât pull a muscle. His face was this perfect blend of betrayal and disbelief, pinkish lips parted in a dropped-jaw expression, blinking like heâd just been slapped.
And before he could even grab his mic to react verbally, Mattâs voice echoed again from the screen.
"Besides Chrisâs friends, thereâs gonna be another very important person in there with us to help create this diss track about Chris." He turned his head on the video to Nick beside him and added. "Also, Nick has never sung in a studio before. Not even once."
Video-Nick gave a little 'yeah, true' shrug and nodded.
"Never touched a mic for singing, actually. Either way, I feel like Iâm more of a singer than a rapper, though."
"Chris needs a rap, not a pop song." Matt replied immediately, barely holding back a grin.
Chris, still holding onto his mic like a lifeline, shook his head with this baffled little smile like he genuinely didnât know how to react yet.
The video jumped to a dimly lit studio room, those iconic blue neon lights casting this soft futuristic glow over everything. Matt stood in front of a mic setup, black headphones pushed over his ears, phone in one hand, looking relaxed but focused. He was glancing at someone off-screen.
"... If I have a visual cue of when the beat is gonna drop, itâs gonna be easier for me." He said, pointing slightly with the hand holding his phone.
And then, from somewhere just beside the camera, a familiar voice called out.
"Oh, you wanna see it drop?"
The second that voice hit, the entire crowd lost it.
Chris straight up jolted on the couch, body shooting forward like someone had zapped him. His cap almost flew off. His mic dropped from his hands to his lap - almost fleeing to the ground, and his whole expression screamed 'is that who I think it is?'
Video-Y/N's body walked into the frame. She had a big pair of headphones hanging around her neck, layered gold jewelry below it, catching the blue light.
She looked at whoever Matt had been talking to and nodded, her voice smooth and easy.
"Yeah, that would actually be very helpful."
That tiny moment was enough to send the crowd into full-blown chaos. People jumped on their seats, screamed, you could barely hear over the shrieking.
Chris was still frozen with his mouth wide open, jaw starting to hurt, blue eyes staring at the screen, like his brain hadnât caught up with what just happened.
And then he finally managed to react, dragging his mic to his lips like a man possessed.
"WHAT?!" He practically screeched, his voice cracking with disbelief.
Nick stood up, cracking up as he grabbed his own mic. He turned to where Y/N was obviously hidden behind the stage, grinning.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special guest for this surprise..." Then he pointed his free hand toward the side of the stage. "Y/N, come out here, queen!"
And right on cue, Y/N appeared, that same smug little smile on her lips like she knew she just turned the theater upside down.
She walked to the center of the stage, waving sweetly to the audience, blowing a kiss toward Matt and Nickâs couch, then heading over to Chrisâs one, her movements chill and confident, already used to being on a stage after standing on its side for six shows in a row.
Chris hadnât taken his eyes off her. He stared at her the entire walk to the couch, his expression a mixture of love and betray.
Y/N plopped down beside him, letting her shoulder bump his casually as she laughed at the chaos around them, thighs touching his jeans covered ones, feeling instantly his body heat penetrating her skin.
Chris dragged his mic back up dramatically, his eyes following hers.
"Did you really make a diss track about your own very good boyfriend?"
The tone was so wounded, so fake-offended, the crowd roared.
Y/N just rolled her eyes, leaning in more - as if it was even possible with how close they already were -, plump lips covered in pink gloss pressing a quick kiss on his milky cheek, leaving glitter behind, and leaned back with a shrug, turning her head to the screen.
Chris stared at her like sheâd just invented fire, completely smitten, then dropped his head back with a groan into the couch.
"Unreal..." He muttered into the mic. Though he was smiling so wide, it nearly broke his face.
On screen, Y/N turned to Matt, pressing just one side of her headphones against her ear, listening to what Matt and Nick had sung until now while waiting for the producer to do what Matt had proposed.
"'Iâm the favorite child, you can go and ask your father' is literally the best thing you could think of, Matt." She said, eyebrows raised, half-laughing in this low, amused tone that came straight from her chest.
From behind the camera, Nick cackled.
Matt just nodded super fast, his whole face smug, a crooked smile already spreading.
"No, exactly! If he comes with that shit of 'Oh, I have the best tour surprise', dude, Iâm getting my gay brother who watches RuPaulâs Drag Race four times a week and his girlfriend whoâs obsessed with him to come to this studio and diss rap him for hours."
"Guilty." She muttered, tossing her free hand up dramatically, one foot tapping the ground to the beat that was still echoing from her headphones directly to her ears.
The crowd was still going wild as everyoneâs attention kept glued to the screen, the video now slowly fading into what looked like the start of a music video.
The screen lit up with Nick.
Back to the camera, hood up, shoulders squared, and standing in front of a closed elevator.
The hoodie was pitch black and decked out in silver spikes that looked like they could kill someone if he turned too fast, catching the dim light of the scene and gleaming like daggers.
The second his figure appeared, there was a wave of gasps.
"Oh my God." Chris's voice echoed from his mic to the speakers, his eyes darting from the screen to Nick and back again.
The elevator doors slid open, and Nick stepped in without hesitation.
Inside the elevator, the vibe somehow got even cooler.
Matt was standing on the left, looking like he had just gotten out of an important meeting, body covered in an all-black suit. He gave Nick the quickest up-and-down look, raising his eyebrows before turning back to face the closed elevator door again.
The crowd was already going crazy again. People clapping, some laughing with his reaction.
But then the camera moved again, and there she was.
Right side of the elevator.
Leaning back on the wall like this was the most boring situation in the world.
Her body was covered in a black faux leather pleated mini skirt that sat low on her waist, a wide belt looped around it, thick and grommeted, fastened with a large silver buckle that sat slightly tilted.
The skirt was paired with a long-sleeved black mesh top, fitted close to her body, dotted with tiny, scattered rhinestones. Her sleeves extended into fingerless gloves that wrapped around her hands decorated with silver rings.
Black shiny boots to her knees. Choker on.
She had her arms crossed, one knee bent, chewing gum like she could not care less about the world.
She didnât even look at Nick.
Didnât acknowledge anyone.
Just chewed her gum with this bored expression.
And thatâs when the entire room collectively combusted. Someone yelled 'HOT' so loud it echoed above the screams.
Meanwhile, Chris went through five stages of falling in love all over again in two seconds.
His eyes lit up like a fucking Christmas tree, and this huge smile just took over his face. The kind of smile you try to hide but itâs too late, itâs already there and itâs so obvious youâre whipped.
His body acted almost on instinct, reaching for Y/N and just gently wrapping his arm around her shoulders. His fingers pressed into her upper arm like he was making sure she was real, and he tugged her softly until she leaned into him.
Her laugh was caught in the mic, soft and warm, tilting her head to look at him, but Chris, still staring at the screen, shook his head with the most insane look of awe.
"That's my girl right there, everyone." He said into the mic, taking more screams out of everyone.
Y/N didnât even try to hide her grin. She leaned fully into him, nuzzling her head briefly on his covered shoulder before turning to look at the big screen like everyone else, her cheeks a little pink from the screaming crowd and the way Chris was looking at her like she hung the moon.
[When you get dressed, you should think a little longer]
On screen, the elevator dinged once more. The doors opening.
Only Nick stepped out, walking to the corridor that stretched in front of him. Neon purple lights on the ceiling. He walked forward, still not looking at the camera.
[... Yeah, he wanna be just like me]
The space was bathed in neon purples and soft violets that kissed the black, curved walls. One big circle light glowed from above, dead center, like a spotlight from another planet.
And then, Y/N stepped into frame.
She moved with this crazy mix of confidence and chill, her steps slow and controlled as she slid into the middle of the frame like she owned the place. Half-lidded eyes decorated with shiny gems just below her lower eyelid locked with the camera in that way that made it impossible to look anywhere else.
"You talk big, babe, but you're softer than my skincare. Actinâ like a player, but your gameâs just not there..."
Y/Nâs voice wasnât sweet. It was smooth, sultry, sharp as glass wrapped in silk.
Literal gasps. Audible whispers.
"Holy fucking shit." Chris's voice sounded choked against his mic, his tongue poking out to wet his lips in a hypnotized manner, pupils intensely widening.
"You say you run the house, canât find clean underwear. Yeah, I date you, itâs a choice, but letâs not go there."
She bounced gently with the beat, arms moving effortlessly, shoulder dips, slow turns causing her skirt to dance around plump thighs, little half-smirks on the beat drops.
[... I'm the favorite child, you can go and ask Mary Lou]
The music video jumped into the next part. Purple. Neon. Glowy and deliciously moody.
"Your brothers roast you, I just add the spice. Lucky that I love you, boy, Iâm way too nice."
Y/N on the screen, in that dim, vibey room, with a glowing purple haze washing over everything. She was standing front and center, with Nick and Matt behind her, each on each side of her.
Nick was bobbing his head from his place in the left back of the dark room, smirking.
Matt had this calm confidence on his face, nodding along in the right back, his arms moving to the beat while his eyes locked onto the camera, blue bandana moving with each movement.
A smug smirk stretched across her face, exposing the two tooth gems glued to her pearly canine teeth's.
Two silver stars, shining below the camera flash.
"The gems!" Chris yelled on the mic before pointing it to the big screen, blue eyes widening. "Oh, you're gonna have to use those every day now."
Y/N laughed, her body shaking against his.
"It looks amazing, doesn't it? I was the one who told her to use them." Nick nodded from his place on the couch, a smug look taking over his features.
"And we all say 'thank you, Nick'." Matt muttered against his mic, snorting.
Then the video flickered.
Now it was all white neon light. Their dark silhouettes danced and vibed in perfect sync. Just their outlines, glowing in white and shifting around with the beats.
"So sip your soda, flex that 'Rizz God' fame. But letâs be honest, you'd forget your own name."
Every word, she looked straight into the lens like she was talking to someone specific.
Back on stage, Chris turned slowly to her and narrowed his eyes.
"Youâre lucky I love you."
"Aw." She said into his mic, pouting her lower lip with the fakest sweetness ever. "Youâd forget your own name without me anyway."
[Last verse + last chorus]
[... Yeah, he wanna be just like me]
When everyone thought the music video was over with how the beat got lower, the final scene started.
The crowd screamed, gasping in surprise.
"Wait, what the fuck?" Matt's voice yelled from his place, echoing from the speakers and bouncing against the theater walls. "There wasn't-"
"The song ended... it ended with that chorus! Wha-" Nick picked up from where Matt abruptly stopped, body sitting a little more straight on the orange couch, frowning.
Dark neon purple again. But this time, deeper. Intense.
Y/N was back, alone in that glowing room.
She was staring straight into the camera, half-lidded eyes, lips already curled into that smug, almost daring little smirk. Her head purposefully tilted just slightly to the side.
She had a Fresh Love unreleased black cap pulled low over her forehead, the brim shadowing her eyes a bit. But not enough to hide them. Not even close.
They were sharp. Locked in.
Her lips were red now, glossy and full, a little too perfect.
"Okay, but listen, heâs mine, so tread light. Yâall can joke, but I swing when it doesn't sit right."
Chris audibly choked on stage.
Nick had to grab Mattâs arm, jaw dropping so hard that anyone who paid close attention knew it hurt.
Matt let out the longest "AYOOOOOOOOO" into his mic like he couldnât believe what he had just heard.
Feral. Hands in the air. People screaming.
On the screen, Y/N's hands moved as she spoke, smooth and expressive. Her long black nails with silver glitter caught the light and sparkled as she pointed to herself on 'heâs mine'.
She looked down for just a split second, then licked her lips casually as the next line dropped.
"You call him the worst? Nah, heâs my favorite view."
She dragged that line with the softest rasp, just enough flirt in her tone to make the entire crowd go still for half a second like they needed to process it.
Chris's hand flexed around Y/N's shoulder, discreetly adjusting his hips and legs in a manspread position to try and hide how turned on he actually was, jaw flexing and adam's apple bobbing as he gulped, watching the screen like he could devour her video version with his eyes.
"Say what you want, but heâs better than the two of you."
The screen paused on her face for one last beat. Her smirk still there. Her eyes still locked into the camera like she was daring anyone to come for her man. Like she was saying, 'go ahead, try me'.
And then it all fades to black.
And for a second, the theater was pure silence.
Until the crowd exploded.
Screams. Claps. Cheers. Laughter. Chaos. Literal hysteria.
Nick had his eyes still locked on the big screen, mic frozen halfway his mouth, while Matt glared at Y/N with a playful hard gaze.
"Oops?" Y/N pressed her lips in a fine line.
"How did you even record this part without us knowing?"
Y/N just sat there all smug, doing a little shoulder shrug.
"I just went back to the studio a week later. Me and the producer had it all planned since day one." Her eyes darted from Matt to Nick. "And then, I talked to the crew that helped us record the music video and asked them if we could film the last part and add it to the already edited MV. The one you both received didn't have this part."
"I'm shocked. This is actually insane, Y/N." Nick shook his head, looking at the crowd with raised eyebrows. "I guess we all were surprised tonight, guys."
Y/N jokingly rolled her eyes at him before turning to look at Chris with this soft little smile, one that was completely different from the cocky on-screen version of her. One from the girl who loved him too hard, who wrote verses like that not to roast him but to make him laugh.
Her fingers were affectionately tapping against the inside of his thigh, her arm resting comfortably above his legs, cheeks glowing with the most genuine happiness.
Meanwhile, Chris was just staring at her with this look, like she was the only person in the room before turning to the crowd.
"Yâall heard that, right? That was a threat." His eyes moved to his brothers. "I would watch my back now if I were you two."
Y/N giggled and grabbed the mic from him, casually resting her free hand on his chest.
"It was a love letter, babe. Relax."
The crowd screamed again.
Matt shook his head, fixing his cap before looking at her again.
"Youâre so scary sometimes."
Chris snorted, pressing his mouth to the side of her head before turning to the mic again.
"I donât care what anyone says... youâre better than all of us."
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, the protector of Chrisâs dignity, the queen herself, give it up for Y/N."
The cheers were deafening.
Y/N peeked down to the crowd, eyes wide, lips bitten back into a shy smile, shaking her head.
Under all the lights, with all the noise, the chaos, the screaming, Chris leaned in, whispering in her ear just for her.
"So just to confirm... Iâm your favorite view, yeah?"
She turned to look up at him, eyes shining.
And without even thinking, she kissed him.
Just a peck. Quick, sweet. Pure instinct. Pure them.
Everyone screamed as loud as the whole crew thought it was possible, the stage shaking with it.
"Oh for fuck's sake- Chris!" Matt yelled, throwing his free arm up.
"CUT THE CAMERAS." Nick followed right after, standing up and waving his hand in a frenetic way, holding back his laugh.
Chris just held her tighter, his own laugh echoing like music around the speakers.
RECORD BREAKING FIRST RELEASED SONG - IS THERE ANYTHING THE STURNIOLO TRIPLETS CANâT DO?
The Sturniolo Triplets have officially made their mark in the music world. Nicolas and Matthew's debut single, LIKE ME, has climbed into the Top 20 Most Streamed Songs on Spotify less than 24 hours after release, garnering over 1 million streams. The track, which features Chris Sturnioloâs girlfriend, Y/N, has taken the internet by storm.
Alongside the single, Chrisâs fashion brand Fresh Love released a limited-edition black cap that Y/N wears in the music video. The drop sold out in just six minutes, reportedly bringing in over $100,000 in merchandise revenue within the first day.
With viral success, chart-topping numbers, and a fast-growing presence in both music and fashion, the Sturniolo Triplets are proving theyâre more than internet personalities. Theyâre building an empire.
