ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSURPRISE PARTY TOUR: BOSTON'S ENGAGEMENT PROPOSAL * MATT STURNIOLO
SUMMARY :: Where, at the Boston show of the Surprise Party Tour, Matt finally reveals his first solo surprise of the tour: proposing to Y/N.
FEATURING Matt Sturniolo x reader REQUESTED? yes.
AUTHOR'S NOTE :: that 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.
Matt felt like a complete idiot.
Because what else are you supposed to feel when you walk into Tiffany & Co alone, camera in one hand, jacket half-zipped, and the literal knowledge in your brain that today’s the day you buy your engagement ring?
The second the glass doors swished shut behind him, he instantly felt underdressed. The place was too clean. Too bright. Too quiet.
The kind of quiet where even your footsteps sound loud, and you’re 90% sure the floor costs more than your car.
"Okay." He muttered, clicking on the small camera in his hand, flipping the screen so he could see himself, waving with his free hand. His messy strands were doing their own thing, and his voice cracked a little. "Hi, uh, so I guess this is happening."
The Tiffany logo glimmered in the reflection behind him, all silver and serious. He turned the lens toward the inside of the store, slowly panning across the display cases that sparkled so hard it hurt to look at them.
Everything was white and silver and pale blue. Velvet chairs. Smooth marble counters. Employees moving around like they were floating, all super polished and weirdly calm, which was the opposite of how he felt.
He found a small table in the center of the room with a modern glass vase on it and propped his camera there using the tiny tripod suction he’d brought.
"I sent an entire email explaining this to the brand and asking for permission to record it. They gave me it. I even brought it printed." He laughed breathlessly, angling the lens to frame the table and the chairs across from it.
Matt sat down and let out a quiet breath, tapping his fingers anxiously on the edge of the table.
He didn’t really know what he was expecting walking in here. Like maybe it would hit him differently, feel more real. But all he felt was this warm weight in his chest and the nonstop loop in his head.
Don’t screw this up, don’t screw this up, don’t screw this up.
A woman appeared after a few moments, dressed in sleek black with a small Tiffany-blue badge on her chest. Her heels clicked quietly as she walked toward him, her smile calm and super professional but not cold.
"Hi there. Matthew, right?" She said warmly.
"Yeah, hey." He stood up awkwardly, then realized she didn’t expect that and just kind of hovered in a weird half-stand before sitting back down.
"I’m Elena. Thank you for coming in today. I've been informed of your plans."
"That's great! Thank you."
Elena let out a soft laugh at how stiff he looked and pulled up a chair across from him.
"Don’t worry. You’re definitely not the first person to come in here with that look on your face. You’re shopping for an engagement ring, yes?"
The words still made his brain stutter. But he nodded.
"Okay, then let's start." She said, already opening a small black folder in front of her.
Matt sat back and rubbed his beard covered jaw. The room felt big. And small. And too real.
"Alright." Elena said, flipping open a tray of sample bands, all lined in rows with tiny cards that probably had words like platinum and cushion cut on them. "Let’s talk about her. What does she like?"
Matt blinked at the rings for a second, overwhelmed by sparkle. Then he focused.
"She actually wears a lot of jewelry." He started, voice calmer now that they were actually talking logistics. "She wears gold more than silver, but like both. And she hates anything super chunky or loud. She's more into the delicate, kinda simple stuff. Like she has these tiny gold hoops she wears almost every day and these little rings that look like... minimalist or whatever."
Elena nodded, already pulling a few bands from the tray and setting them aside.
"This gives us a lot to play with, actually."
"Good." Matt said, nodding. "She also... okay, I don’t know if this helps, but she likes stuff that’s classic but not boring, y’know? She’s not trendy. That sounds kinda corny, but..."
"No, that’s perfect." Elena said, already unlocking another small drawer in the case nearby.
Matt glanced down at all the million options, fingers drumming a quiet beat against the edge as his brain tried to concentrate.
Fuck, he wished his brothers were there.
Chris would’ve made him laugh to calm him down while Nick would’ve asked twenty questions about resale value and the clarity of the stone or whatever.
It was weird doing something this big without them next to him. Like losing your phone and realizing how much you depended on it. He was so used to them being right there in every step.
"Here." Elena said gently, breaking the spiral as she placed a new tray in front of him. "I think we’re getting close."
Matt leaned in, eyes scanning the rings. One stood out immediately.
It was delicate, so thin he almost missed the band entirely. A single oval-cut diamond sat in the middle with six claws holding it in place, no extra flash, no weird shapes, just clean and clear and... her.
He pointed to it, eyebrows lifting slightly.
"That one’s really nice."
Elena smiled like she’d been waiting for him to say that.
"That’s one of our most classic solitaire styles. Platinum band. Oval diamond."
"Yeah... she’d actually wear that. Like she’d live in that."
"Exactly." Elena said. "You want something she’ll love now and thirty years from now."
They added a curved matching band that hugged the engagement ring perfectly. It looked like the two rings were designed to never be apart.
Matt stared at them for a second too long.
"Can I- uh... get a second to record this?" He asked, already reaching for his camera and bringing it closer.
He lifted the box gently, showing the rings to the lens and whispering.
"This is the one. I hope you love it."
The big screen flicked for a millisecond before showing the banner with 'SURPRISE' written in big white letters.
The noise was immediate, and it only seemed to increase when the countdown appeared seconds after, huge and bold across the giant screen. The numbers started ticking down from 5, all in that signature grainy style.
The theater echoed with voices. People clutched their phones tighter. Someone behind Y/N whispered a breathless "Oh my god, it has to be Matt", but she didn’t even register it at first, her eyes glued to the screen.
Standing in front of a camera, looking directly into it while adjusting his tie.
They weren’t even at fault for their reaction. Six shows had passed through, and Matt wasn't the one bringing a solo surprise in none of them.
Matt smiled at the screams. He stood up from the orange couch on the left, where he’d been sitting shoulder to shoulder with Chris, and grabbed his mic.
The crowd didn’t calm down. If anything, they screamed harder, but there was something about his nervous little laugh that softened everything around it.
He walked to the side of the stage, shoes scuffing the dark wood, and turned toward one of the wooden shelves that were part of the set.
"Okay, okay." Matt said into the mic, voice shaking slightly but still him. "I’m gonna need you guys to chill a little, like, just enough for me to hear myself, alright?"
The crowd laughed but actually obeyed. Kind of.
"I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time." He admitted, glancing out at the audience like they were all his best friends and not strangers in a dark room. "And I’ve honestly never been this nervous before."
And without needing to search, his eyes dropped straight to the middle seat in the front row.
There she was, sitting all cute and clueless, smiling so big it almost hurt him. She had that gentle sparkle in her eyes that only came out when she was happy in quiet ways.
She had no idea. Not even close. And God, she was going to freak out.
Matt felt his heart full-on trip over itself.
She was wearing the red and black Ralph Lauren jacket he had used on Philadelphia, and her hands were folded over her legs. She was watching him like she was proud just to see him standing there. Nothing more. Nothing less.
And way harder not to cry.
Chris and Nick were now on the left couch, explaining the dynamics of the live broadcast channel and the hint Matt was going to show to the public.
"Matt." Chris called, adjusting his mic. "We’re gonna be here all night if you don’t open that damn shelf."
Matt rolled his eyes dramatically to the audience, grinning as he turned back toward the cabinet door.
"Okay." He said, laughing through his nose. He reached out, fingers gripping the cool handle. "Let’s see what the hint is."
It was chunky and bold and totally not bridal. Something from Paula, their stylist. Gold with a flat top, engraved with something random that didn’t matter.
Matt grabbed it and shut the cabinet again, turning around. He made his way back to the couch, but instead of sitting down, he stood in front of his brothers and held up the ring for them to see.
"What is that? A mafia ring?"
"Wait, wait- is your surprise a jewelry line? Are you releasing jewelry for Yesterday's Problem now?"
The mention of Matt's mystery brand made a crazy effect over the crowd, who screamed and begged for it to be about Yesterday's Problem.
Matt raised his eyebrows at the youngest.
"No, of course not." He pressed his lips together in a smug kind of way, then looked over his shoulder to the crowd. "Y’all are so off." He laughed under his breath.
Nick sat back with his arms crossed.
Matt ignored him. He tucked the fake ring in his jacket right pocket, feeling it clinking against the hidden velvet box, and finally walked over to the opposite couch.
He sat down slowly, smoothing his jeans and adjusting his mic. And for the first time, he looked up, not at the crowd, not at his brothers, but to the grandstand section near the side stage.
His parents. Nate. Mikayla. Sam.
Their expressions were... hard to read. Focused. Neutral, but expectant. His mom had her hands clasped near her chin, her brows slightly knit. His dad was still.
Matt swallowed. Looked back to the screen.
"Well, let's see what I did."
And then the video started.
It didn’t come with any fanfare or intro, which already made it so different from the slow builds Chris and Nick did for theirs.
Video-Matt’s voice crackled through the speakers, low and kind of nervous. On screen, the camera shook slightly as he clicked on it and flipped the screen to face him. He waved awkwardly with his free hand, his expression caught between a smile and full-on panic.
"Hi, uh, so I guess this is happening."
A wave of laughter rippled across the theater at how awkwardly he opened the video.
On stage, Chris squinted at the screen, tilting his head.
"Wait, where even is he?"
Matt hadn’t said it, but the massive, gleaming Tiffany & Co. logo was reflected behind him in the video - polished silver letters on a blue-tinted wall.
The moment the logo came into focus, Nick let out a confused noise beside Chris, practically leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.
"Bro, is he in Tiffany’s?" Chris finished, brows furrowed.
Even Y/N blinked in quiet surprise. Her head tilted slightly as she watched Matt on the screen set the camera down on a sleek little table inside the boutique. She’d never seen him even mention Tiffany jewelry. Vivienne Westwood was his thing, silver chains, edgy rings.
But she still smiled wide because he looked nervous as hell.
Matt, onscreen, muttered something about having emailed the brand beforehand to ask for permission to film, even flashing a crumpled printout of the email at the camera.
"I even brought it printed." He chuckled under his breath, clearly trying not to combust from stress as he fixed the frame.
Back on stage, Chris snorted.
"Why does he look like he’s about to commit a crime?"
Nick leaned toward the mic.
"Your surprise is that you stole some expensive jewelry, Matt?"
The crowd laughed again, some people clapping, some just wheezing into their hands.
Y/N was frowning now, eyes glued to the screen. Matt hadn’t looked that nervous since- well, since he asked her to move in with him from Boston to LA years ago.
On screen, Matt sat down at the table, his fingers tapping a beat on the edge like he couldn’t stop moving.
Moments later, a woman walked into frame - sleek black outfit, small Tiffany-blue name tag pinned to her chest.
"Hi there. Matthew, right?" She asked with a kind smile.
Matt stood up too fast and then kind of froze mid-stand like he wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do. He hovered awkwardly for a moment before sitting back down with a stiff, nervous nod.
Y/N laughed quietly, leaning forward in her seat.
"Oh, baby..." She mumbled, her heart just full.
"I’m Elena." The woman said, settling into the chair across from him. "Thanks for coming in today. I’ve been informed of your plans."
On the couch, Nick let out a quiet, "What plans?"
Chris nudged him but was just as confused.
"That’s great! Thank you." Matt said in the video, his voice an octave higher than normal.
Elena smiled, clearly used to this kind of energy.
"Don’t worry. You’re definitely not the first person to come in here with that look on your face. You’re shopping for an engagement ring, yes?"
Nick sat all the way back into the couch like the air had been punched out of him.
And Y/N... Y/N froze entirely.
Her jaw went slack. Her breath caught in her throat. Her hands, clasped tightly in her lap, twitched.
Chris was the first to react.
"Wait- WHAT?" He half-shouted into his mic.
Nick was still staring at the screen, eyebrows drawn so hard together that they were practically touching.
"She just said- she said engagement- he- what?"
The audience exploded in a mix of laughter, shocked screams, and collective gasping.
Y/N covered her mouth, eyes glued to the screen, heart pounding in her chest so loud it drowned everything else out.
Her gaze stayed fixed on the boy on the screen, the boy she’d loved quietly, gently, patiently, for what felt like forever, who was sitting inside Tiffany & Co., looking like he was going to throw up from nerves, and apparently about to buy a ring.
Matt had been planning this.
He had planned this entire thing.
"Oh my god." She whispered behind her hand, her voice shaking with shock and joy and every emotion crashing together in her chest.
Chris turned slowly to look at her from the stage, his mouth slightly open like he was seeing the twist in a movie.
"You knew about this?" He asked, pointing to the screen.
Y/N shook her head so fast it almost made her dizzy.
"How could I know this, Chris?!" She squeaked, the words barely coming out.
Nick blinked rapidly, rubbing his forehead.
"Chris, a wedding propose is supposed to be a secret to the one being proposed."
But Chris still hadn’t recovered.
"A ring, dude. Like... for real. We’re on stage, and he’s proposing?"
Y/N sat back slowly, staring up at the screen like it was made of stars. Her lips trembled, not from sadness or fear or anything close to hesitation, but just from the way her entire soul felt like it was floating.
This wasn’t just a surprise.
And somehow, he’d managed to turn an ordinary night into the most extraordinary moment of her life.
The video continued playing, but no one really moved.
The entire theater was still.
Waiting for the big moment.
The last frame of the surprise video froze on the big screen, the tiny velvet box open in Matt’s hand, his voice low and trembling, whispering like a private secret.
"This is the one. I hope you love it."
And then... nothing. The screen went black.
For a second - two, maybe three - the entire venue was suspended in absolute silence. No screams, no gasps, no whispers. Just air. Thick and vibrating with a kind of collective disbelief that made everything feel just a little unreal, like the world had glitched and was still buffering.
Then someone - probably a fan in the front row - gasped out loud.
A mix of choked sobs, happy cries, shocked laughter, and chaotic squeals broke like a wave through the audience.
Mary Lou covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide and glossy. Mikayla had literal tears streaming down her cheeks, clutching the side of Nate's hoodie. Even the tour crew was caught off guard, one of the lighting guys had his jaw dropped like he was about to cry.
Nick blinked rapidly and turned toward Chris, totally stunned.
She was still seated, her mouth parted just slightly, her eyes wide and blinking slow, like she was trying to make sense of gravity again. Her entire body felt... floaty. Like she wasn’t quite in the room anymore. Like she was watching someone else live her life and was just now realizing that someone else was... her.
Her heart was pounding in her ears, and her hands felt cold and sweaty at the same time. She couldn’t move. She didn’t even breathe.
Still on stage, in front of the giant screen, with tears in his eyes and his heart practically written all over his face.
And the noise around them blurred into something distant and unimportant. He brought the mic up to his lips, eyes momentarily running from hers.
"Can- uh, can one of you help her up here?" He asked, nodding toward the security guard on the right side of the stage, voice trembling through the speakers.
The crowd seemed to become louder.
Screams. Cries. People clapping and jumping. Y/N could barely process the guard gently approaching her, a soft smile on his face, as he reached out a hand.
"Come on, sweetheart." Matt said into the mic, his voice cracking. His smile was soft and a little wobbly. "It’s okay."
That’s when her legs finally moved. Barely. But they moved.
The crowd cheered louder as she slowly stood up, holding her shaky hands to her chest, fingers scratching against the glitter of her shirt - the same one that Nick was using.
She followed the security guard to the edge of the stage, the warm lights making everything feel more surreal, more floaty. Like a fever dream she didn’t want to wake up from.
Everything around her was blurry except for him.
Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt.
Standing there, eyes glassy, hands twitching like he didn’t know where to put them. He looked like he was holding back a loud cry.
"Come here, angel." He said again, softer this time. Just for her.
She walked toward him slowly. Feet barely touching the stage, everything trembling. The lights, the crowd, the sound, it all disappeared as she reached him and stopped a foot away.
His voice was shaking. His hands were shaking. But when he looked at her, it was solid. Sure. Like there was nothing else he believed in more than her.
"Okay." Matt started, laughing nervously and brushing his fingers under his eye. "Uhm... wow. Okay. So... I had this whole thing in my head. Like, how I was gonna say it. But now I’m just... losing it."
She let out a teary laugh. So did the crowd.
Matt looked down for a second, then back up, voice steadier this time.
"I love you." He said first, like he had to just get that out before anything else. "I love you so much."
Y/N let out a shaky breath. Her hands came up to her mouth, eyes already overflowing.
"You’ve been with me through everything. Everything, Y/N. When I was nobody. When we were filming in our parents' kitchen and only getting a hundred views. When I had zero dollars to my name. When I moved to LA with my brothers and literally lived on hope. You were there."
"You’ve always been there."
Her whole body was trembling now. She could barely stand straight.
Matt stepped a little closer, reaching out with one shaky hand to hold hers, gripping tight like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
"I’m not good with words. You know that." He said, voice wobbling but warm. "But you- you’re everything to me. You’re the reason I’m even here. Not just like, here here." He gestured around at the stage. "But like- here."
Her lips quivered as she sobbed softly, squeezing his hand.
"I wake up every day, and I can’t believe I get to love you. That you love me back. That I get to see you reading on the couch or ranting about your series or dancing while you brush your teeth. You’re the best part of my day, every day." Another laugh cracked in his throat, wet and breathless. "I brought your perfume with me to Vegas so my shirts smelled like you. That’s where I’m at. That’s how far gone I am."
Y/N let out a choked laugh through her tears, wiping at her eyes, her fingertips coming out black with mascara. Matt laughed too, even as a tear rolled down his cheek.
And then he reached into the right pocket of his jacket.
The room seemed to still again.
He pulled out the small velvet box. Hands trembling.
She bit her lip. A hand flew to her chest.
And then Matt was getting down.
His knee hit the stage softly. He opened the box again, showing two beautiful rings sparkling under the lights, and tried to hold it up while still holding the mic. But his hands were too full.
Chris was already moving before Matt could even think of asking for help. He ran up to them, gently taking Matt’s mic right out of his hand, and held it up close to Matt’s mouth for him.
Matt looked up at his brother, breathless and laughing softly through the emotion.
"Thanks." He whispered, voice cracking.
Chris just smiled his widest smile, his eyes shining with tears, and nodded.
Matt turned back to Y/N, holding up the box in his shaking hands.
"Y/N." He said. "Please, allow me to spend the rest of my life by your side. Will you marry me?"
And it was like the world held its breath.
All she could do was nod at first, crying and covering her face. Then she laughed through her tears and choked out.
"Yes. Yes. Oh my god- yes!"
The crowd exploded. Screams. Cries. Phones held high. Some people literally jumped. Nick tackled Chris in a hug. Their mom sobbed against Jimmy.
Matt stood up and pulled her into his arms so fast the empty box slipped, and they both stumbled a bit, laughing and crying and shaking.
And when he kissed her, right there in front of everyone, it wasn’t polished or pretty. It was messy. And emotional. And real.
"I love you so much." He whispered in her ear.
"I can’t believe you’re mine."
They stood there for a long time, just holding each other.
Two people on a stage. In front of thousands.
"The 'getting down on one knee' thing was successfully approved, Matt." Nick's voice echoed around the room from the speakers before two more bodies collapsed around them, holding them close.
They were the only ones in the world.
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