The summer came and went in the blink of an eye, most days filled with progressing the wine deal and the nights with idle activity. Before Tweek knew it, it was the end of August and he's officially been with TNT for a year.

"It's your big day, handsome!" Bebe said to him as they got off the subway. Sure, Tweek and Craig were still dating, but they cherished their own respective spaces, which is why Tweek usually spends the weekends at Craig's and the weekdays at his place.

"Bebe, one year with a company isn't that big of a deal."

"It is, though! Especially when Craig is your boss."

Tweek rolled his eyes, but the grin on his face betrayed him. It's funny to think how he was warned by Bebe a year ago about his boss, how he could be a cunt, cold, and incredibly difficult to work for and with. For a while, Craig was cold-and even he'll admit that.

But now Craig's the opposite.

He walks in every morning with a smile on his face, mumbling a quiet "morning" before pressing a kiss to Tweek's cheek.

A year ago, all Tweek got was a nod and tight-lipped smile, so this was a major improvement.

"He's your boss, too."

"Yeah, but he's your boyfriend."

Tweek let out a laugh as Bebe held the door open for him. He couldn't argue with her there.

"Morning b-blondies!" Jimmy greeted, Tweek and Bebe leaning their elbows on the receptionist desk.

"Hi Jimmy." They said in unison.

"Happy one y-year, Tweek!"

"Thank you! I didn't realize the one-year mark was a big deal around here."

"It isn't usually," Tricia chimed in, looking up from her phone. "But it's you…we like you," She smiled. "You tamed the beast on the thirty-second floor!"

Tweek felt his face heat up as he laughed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You're making me out to be some Hercules or some shit."

"Definitely not. You just so happened to be what he needed."

It was barely nine in the morning and Tweek wasn't expecting the onslaught of compliments, so he knew he looked like a tomato at this point.

"Guys." He breathed out, Bebe grinning as she slung an arm around his shoulders.

"C'mon, cutie! Some of us have work!"

"W-W-We do important wo-work!"

"Flavor testing the Starbucks from down the street barely counts as work!" Bebe called out over her shoulder, Tricia and Jimmy looking at one another.

"Touche!" They said together, Tweek laughing as they rounded the corner to the elevator. As they reached the twenty seventh floor, Tweek bid Bebe farewell until lunch before continuing his ascent to the thirty second floor. He took a moment to adjust his shirt, then his glasses, before he tucked a loose curl behind his ear. Looking down at his phone, Tweek examined his reflection in the black screen, smiling to himself before putting his phone in his bag as the elevator dinged. It was a special day nonetheless, so he tried to look cute. He wore a long sleeve white button up, the sleeves flaring towards the bottom by his hands. He wore light pink shorts that had strawberries on them, his shirt tucked into his shorts to accentuate his waist. Trying to make it a little more professional, he put on the Gucci tights that he bought a few weeks ago as a surprise for Craig, and-of course-his Christian Louboutin's. But not his black ones. The tan ones that Craig bought him over the summer. To complete his look, he tied a red scarf at the nape of his neck with the trail end of the scarf going down his back. Bebe let him borrow it for the day, saying "You need a haircut soon, but for now we should style up that hair".

Taking one last look at himself before rounding the corner, Tweek couldn't help but smile at himself. He lost a little weight over the summer, which was something he was super proud of. Not much-a simple fifteen pounds-but Craig was so supportive and would encourage him on their nightly after work walks. He dropped two sizes and it was the confidence boost he needed. Tweek was by no means skinny still (well, his definition of skinny), but it made him appreciate his body a little more.

"Fuck."

Tweek let out a yell as he rounded the corner, not expecting Craig to be seated at his desk.

"Jesus, Craig!"

Letting out a laugh, Craig leaned back in Tweek's chair as he let his eyes move up and down his boyfriend's body more.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you…but fuck you look sexy."

For the tenth time this morning, Tweek's face felt like a furnace.

"Why are you here so early? I thought you had to go to Brooklyn before you came here." Tweek asked, dropping his bag under his desk.

"Can't I surprise you on your one-year anniversary of being hired?" Craig muttered, grabbing Tweek's hips and lifting him up onto the desk. It was a surprise to Tweek, a small gasp escaping his lips as Craig stood.

"What're you doing?" Tweek whispered, Craig smiling down at him as he stepped between his legs. There wasn't anything sexual about it, however, Craig leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of Tweek's head.

"Enjoying that you're still here."

Tweek couldn't help the smile that graced his lips, eyes closing as he leaned his forehead against Craig's chest. The gentle back and forth of Craig's thumbs over his hip bones was just what he needed, every touch sending little butterflies through his body.

"You look handsome."

"And you look beautiful."

The simple exchange made the butterflies fly faster.

"Can I have a kiss?"

"Come into my office first."

Craig pulled away suddenly, the butterflies going with him, but only slightly. Tweek let out a huff before hopping down off his desk, following Craig into his office like he asked.

He froze as he saw the couch, flowers from Bloom lying there for him.

"Craig-!"

"You still act so surprised when I spend money on you," Craig chuckled, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "Why is that?"

"B-Because that's-like-four hundred dollars' worth of roses!"

"Five, but it's an important day today, kitten."

Tweek felt his throat tighten with excitement at the nickname. He hasn't heard it in a while, and every time he hears it now it stops him in his tracks.

"You-you're a headache and a half sometimes."

"And a half?" Craig tsked quietly as he leaned against his desk, shrugging. "Guess I'll have to keep making it up to you." He mumbled, sipping from his glass of whiskey. Arms wrapped around his middle suddenly, looking down after setting his glass aside to see Tweek smiling up at him as his chin rested against his chest.

"…Thanks, Craig."

Craig smiled, kissing the tip of his nose. Tweek always scrunched it afterwards, which made Craig smile more.

"Of course, Tweek," Craig looked down at his watch, humming in his throat. "We should get going soon."

Tweek blinked a few times, adjusting his glasses as he cleared his throat.

"Where-what do you mean?"

Craig grabbed his suit jacket off the back of his chair, grabbing onto Tweek's hand.

"Kitten, we got a photoshoot today."

"What?!"

"You remember what Pip said a few months ago, don't you?" Tweek shook his head. "Darling," Craig tilted Tweek's chin up, enjoying the way his face lit up as he spoke. "Vogue is waiting for us."

He doesn't belong here.

Well…NO. He really didn't belong here.

The studio was too much to handle.

Tweek's been in one photoshoot-sure-but that was impromptu and in Craig's office!

This was fucking VOGUE!

"Tweek! Craig!"

Tweek looked like a deer in the headlights as he turned to face Pip, forcing a smile as he hugged his friend.

"Phillip, when you said a couples shoot, I-I didn't think-!"

"I told you, love," Pip grinned as he pulled away, winking as he laughed. "I was going to pull some strings!"

"B-but-!"

"Shut up, silly," Pip said through a laugh, looping his arm through Tweek's as he led him towards the dressing room. "We have to get changed!"

Tweek looked back over his shoulder towards Craig, who gave him a big, cheesy smile and a thumbs up. Craig shot a look towards Damien once the blondes were out of view, his old friend looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"What?"

"Well?"

"Well what?!"

Damien looked towards the direction Tweek and Pip went before speaking, eyebrows wiggling as he elbowed Craig's side.

"Did you ask him yet?"

Craig rubbed at his side as he glared at Damien.

"No."

"Craig," Damien groaned, plopping back down in the seat he was previously in. "It's been almost three months!"

"I'm aware, but I'm just…waiting."

"For what?"

"The right moment…"

"That's a little gay."

"Well, if the shoe fits."

Damien smiled at the response, small chuckle vibrating in his chest. As he opened his mouth to speak, an older woman came shuffling over with a tape measure around her neck.

"Gentlemen," She breathed out with a smile. It was obvious she had been running around all morning, her pulled back hair a little frizzy and her cheeks flushed red. Craig respects her hustle. "Mr. Thorn, a pleasure like always, and Mr. Tucker, I appreciate you taking time and coming in today."

"Always a pleasure." Craig said with a nod of his head, shaking her hand as she stretched it towards him.

"My name's Gretchen and I'll be coordinating the outfits for the shoot today. So," She tugged the tape measure down from around her neck, hands moving to adjust Craig's posture. It made him jump a bit, shooting a glance towards Damien as she measured his chest. "Hmm…fifty inches…," Gretchen hummed as she wrapped the tape measure around Craig's waist next. Even through the clothing, she seemed pleased. "Thirty-five inches give or take. My, what a sexy body. Come!" Craig yelped as his tie was grabbed, Damien snickering as he followed along.

It was nearly noon by the time all four of them were ready, Craig leaning against the wall outside of the dressing room Tweek was in as he waited for him to finish up. Damien and Pip were already taking some photos, but Tweek's look was taking a little longer to finish up. Gently, Craig knocked on the door.

"Tweek?"

"I-I can't do this, Craig."

Craig frowned at how choked up Tweek sounded behind the door.

"Talk to me?"

Tweek sniffled as he cracked the door open slightly, one green eye looking up at Craig. From what he could see, Craig felt his heart flutter against his ribs. They put gold eye makeup on Tweek to make his green eyes pop, and Craig just wanted to see more.

"I…it-it's too exposing…"

"In what way?"

"I-It's just…tight."

Craig gave a small smile, leaning his head against the door frame.

"Baby, I have no doubt you look gorgeous."

Tweek looked down at his feet, shifting on them a bit as he straightened his back.

"I-I'm not a model, Craig. I look nothing like Phillip."

"You're not supposed to look like him," Craig slowly pushed the door open a bit more, breath catching as he saw they had put red lipstick on him, too. "You look like you…unique you."

"I-I'm not unique, I'm-"

"Don't," Craig said through his teeth, Tweek clamping his mouth shut at the tone. They've been working so hard over the summer to get Tweek to stop saying self-deprecating things. There was no way they were starting over today. "Don't say it, Tweek." He whispered this time, voice gentler as he pushed the door fully open. Tweek was wearing a cream turtleneck that was practically suctioned to his body, outlining each and every curve he worked so hard to accentuate. His trousers were high waisted and bell bottomed, a dark brown color with mustard yellow stitching running throughout the pattern on them with a fabric belt tied off to help hold them up. His shoes were a gorgeous pair of red Manolo Blahniks, a nice pop of color against all the brown in his outfit. But the best? Tweek's hair. It was cleaned up a little bit and they managed to loosen his curls up, so they looked more like gentle waves.

"C-Craig, I appreciate you saying all these nice things, but…I-I can't do it…I can't."

Tweek gasped as Craig's fingers wrapped around his wrists, eyes wide as they met the intense gaze of his boyfriend.

"Listen to me for a minute," Craig's voice was gentle despite how his face looked. "If Vogue didn't want you, they wouldn't have gone through all of this. They wouldn't have spent nearly two hours dolling you up just to say they've changed their minds. You're fucking beautiful and it kills me that even after all the work you put in over the summer, all the fucking sweat and tears, the progress you made…you still don't believe me when I say you're the sexiest fucking man to walk this Earth."

Tweek let out a shaky breath, swallowing hard as he looked up towards the ceiling.

"Please d-don't make me cry, I don't want to ruin my makeup." He said through a few laughs, Craig laughing quietly as he took Tweek's face in his hands.

"I love you, Tweek, and you know I'm not just saying all of this for my health. I genuinely believe it."

Tweek nodded as he sniffled, the little ball of anxiety in his stomach slowly melting away. He took a moment to take in Craig's look finally, feeling his breath catch for a moment. Craig wore a light gray button up that looked as if it could break open at any moment since the stylist really made sure it was tight on his chest, his trousers a matching light gray. He had a rust orange suede suit jacket on over top, the color complimenting the light gray wonderfully. His shoes were navy blue and his hair? God, his hair. Craig's hair was the longest it's been in a while, so they brushed it back but left some pieces hanging in front of his face. It made Tweek feel giddy, which made him grin considering he hasn't seen Craig change up his look so drastically…well, ever.

"You look so handsome." He whispered, reaching out and brushing his hand over the suede jacket. Craig chuckled quietly, looking between his outfit and Tweek's.

"We look like we just came from the 1970's."

Tweek blinked, looking at them in the mirror before letting out a laugh.

"Oh my god."

"Come on," Craig said with a smile, hand moving to the small of Tweek's back. "We gotta knock them dead."

Even with Craig flush against his back, Tweek still felt like he was going to choke. He didn't realize how intimidating it was to model, but…he was having fun. Currently, he sat on Craig's lap and he was sitting as tall as he possibly could. Even then, the top of his head didn't reach Craig's, but it was apparently the perfect position.

"Good good good!" Gretchen shouted suddenly, Craig snickering in Tweek's ear as she rushed over. "Okay, hand…here," She place Tweek's right hand the arm of the chair. "And hand…here," She placed his left hand on the other arm, but had it hang over the side slightly instead of grip the chair like his right hand. "Perfect! Now!" She rushed out of view from the camera, the photographer-Jenny- smiling and shaking her head a bit. This wasn't her first time working with Gretchen, and her enthusiasm for each shoot never ceased to amaze her. "Act like you wanna fuck him!"

Tweek let out a yelp, Craig actually laughing next to him. He barely registered the flash of the camera, or Damien yelling 'Now it's a party!' as he ate the lunch that was provided for them.

"W-Well I don't have to act!" Tweek squeaked out, grin crawling across his face as he finally let loose and started laughing. It was candid, which was what Gretchen wanted, but Jenny had something a little different in mind.

"Okay, now I want Tweek to lie across the arms of the chair a bit." Tweek gave a nod, draping his legs over the left arm of the chair and rested his back against the right arm.

"Like this?"

"Yes! Tilt your head back," She smiled as her vision started coming together as Tweek did so. "Now, Craig use your left hand and tug his turtleneck down and just…kiss his neck."

Tweek felt his breath catch at the command, eyes instinctively fluttering shut as he felt Craig's fingers graze against his throat. He made sure to keep his face turned towards the camera, but the small smile that crossed his lips as Craig pressed light kisses to his neck was purely candid.

"You're doing so amazing." Craig whispered against his throat, Tweek letting out a breathless laugh.

"…Thank you."

And Tweek meant it.

After a few photos in that position, Jenny walked over and hummed as she stared at the couple.

"Can your lipstick leave a print still?"

Tweek brushed his finger over his bottom lip, shaking his head as he showed his finger.

"Makeup!" Jenny shouted, Tweek blinking as a woman rushed over with the exact lipstick Tweek had put on earlier. How did she know?! Regardless, Tweek let his mouth open so she could reapply easily, rubbing his lips together before blotting on a tissue that was presented to him. As the girl rushed off, Tweek called out.

"T-Thank you!"

"Okay," Jenny took a step back, looking at the couple closely once more. "Tweek, put your left arm around his shoulders and put your right hand on his left cheek." Tweek did as told, humming as his thumb lightly brushed over Craig's cheekbone once he got comfortable.

"This good?"

"Good good, yes! Now Craig, just wrap your arms around his waist and keep him in position."

"Easy enough." He muttered. The more the shoot went on, Tweek felt more comfortable with everything. It helped having Craig there, but…Tweek was having fun!

"YES! Okay, hold!" Jenny rushed back to the camera, adjusting the settings before giving her final instruction. "Sorry if your face gets a little messy Craig, but that's the plan! Kiss each other and try to get that lipstick everywhere. If your position changes after the first couple of shots, so be it."

They looked at each other for a moment before smiling, Craig humming as let his eyes dart down to Tweek's lips.

"What're you waiting for?" Tweek teased, his voice low enough so only Craig heard.

The taller man chuckled, ducking down and pressing his lips lightly against Tweek's. The kiss was gentle for the first couple of shots, but Tweek let the hand on Craig's face move to the base of his neck as he tried to get him to kiss harder. Craig's arms started to move, hand coming up and tucking under Tweek's chin as their heads tilted to deepen the kiss. Sure, they had an audience and were being photographed, but…kissing like this was always so exciting to Tweek. After a good minute or so, Tweek let his lips slide off of Craig's, making sure they dragged along his cheek as he did so to really smudge the lipstick.

"Brilliant!" Jenny gasped, her excitement making Tweek's face break out into a grin. Craig leaned his head back in the chair as he tried to catch his breath, Tweek grinning up at him as he let out a laugh. It didn't take long for Craig to follow suit, his face sticky from the lipstick, but…boy, was it worth it.

"Uh…Jenny?"

Jenny looked up from her lunch, blinking as Craig stood in front of her.

"Hey, what's up?"

He seemed…nervous, which Jenny didn't expect from one of New York's most successful.

"Can I…ask a favor of you?"

"Depends."

"Look," Craig looked over his shoulder towards where Damien, Pip, and Tweek were standing, tugging a little blue box out of his pocket. She wasn't an idiot, Jenny knew immediately what it was. "I have this…idea…but I need your help."

Jenny looked at the Tiffany box in Craig's hand a little longer, smiling as she looked up at the man in front of her.

"Say no more, pretty boy."

Jenny hummed as she looked over her four models, smiling as she caught eyes with Craig.

"Alright boys," She put her hand on her hip, nodding towards Damien. "We're doing solo shots now. You're up first."

"Solo?" Damien said, setting himself up in the chair that was in front of him. "Moving on from couples, huh? Was it the shot where we all almost kissed that changed your mind?"

Jenny let out a laugh, setting her camera up.

"No. That's-surprisingly-one of the best shots so far. I just want to get a handful of shots of you each so that way we can show off the clothing as well. This is Vogue after all. Clothes are what we know best." She emphasized with a smile. As Damien started posing for photos, Craig tapped Pip's shoulder before motioning to go behind the curtain for a moment. He gave a nod, following Craig after watching Damien for a minute.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah…just," Craig swallowed hard, tugging the Tiffany box out of his pocket again. "You can't…react while Tweek is modeling."

Pip's eyes widened as he saw that beautiful blue box, gasping as he looked up at Craig.

"…May I…?"

Craig just nodded.

Gently, Pip opened up the box and covered his mouth with his free hand, grin so wide that Craig could see it peeking out from behind his fingers.

"D-Do you think he'll like it?" Craig whispered.

Pip nodded so hard that Craig was afraid his hair would break loose from the gel they put in it.

"Oh Craig…he'll absolutely die."

"Good…his-his best friend helped me."

"She has a good eye."

"And expensive taste."

Pip laughed quietly, carefully passing the box back over to Craig.

"I'll try to contain my excitement."

Craig gave him a thankful smile, clearing his throat as he peaked out from behind the curtain.

"I think you're next. Can-can you-?"

"I'll send Damie your way, don't worry."

Nodding his head as a thank you, Craig leaned against the nearby wall to try and calm his racing heart.

This was a big deal.

Like…super big.

Do you…want to do this?

WHAT?! Yes, of course I want to do this, fucking idiot!

But…this is what the entire city has been waiting for. They asked so much about that title…richest and most eligible man in Manhattan…and here he is…

"You good, Tucker?"

Craig looked up from his feet at the sound of Damien's voice, mismatched eyes searching Damien's face for a moment before he simply held the box towards him.

"You can't react when he's getting his photos taken."

Damien's mouth fell open slightly, taking the box and opening it similarly to his husband.

"Oh shit."

"What?"

"How many fucking carats is this thing?"

"Two and a half."

"Christ, Tucker!" Damien whispered excitedly, grabbing him by his shoulders. "Fuck, I didn't think you'd take my advice from earlier so literally!"

"I had this planned out since July!" Craig whispered back, taking the ring box back quickly from Damien as he heard his name called. "Just-remember what I said!"

Damien nodded as Craig tucked the box back into his jacket pocket, trying to relax his nerves as he readied himself for his photos. Jenny gave him an encouraging smile, which definitely helped. There wasn't any rhyme or reason to the photos, so it was a nice way for them all to just relax and be more candid with their photos. It felt good to model, felt good to be in front of a camera again. It's been such a long time since Craig really modeled. Sure, he's had photoshoots since his modeling days, but they always come in tandem with an interview. Today was different. It was strictly modeling…and he kind of loved it.

"Tweek, you ready?" Jenny called out over her shoulder.

Oh, fuck oh shit dear GOD.

Craig felt his heart rate spike at the sound of Tweek's name, his beautiful boyfriend smiling as he walked out and replaced Craig.

"Alright, let's start with some simple standing poses alright?"

Tweek just nodded, trying to remember some of the poses that Pip had done.

"Is-is this okay?"

"Perfect! You sure you haven't modeled before, kid? You're pretty talented."

"M-Me?! Oh-oh no I-I've never modeled before." He laughed sheepishly at the compliment, none the wiser to Craig quietly creeping into the background of his shoot. Jenny tried not to smile as she continued taking photos.

"I told you Vogue would eat you up, Tweek!" Pip laughed. His heart was full for his friend, watching as Craig carefully got on one knee now in the back.

"I just-well-I-I got lucky, I guess!" Tweek giggled, his confidence soaring as he looked at Jenny. "Any particular pose for this next one?"

Jenny hummed as Craig looked at her, his eyes so bright and full of nerves as he carefully opened the ring box behind Tweek.

He had no idea Craig was proposing to him.

And he wouldn't for another month and a half until the issue released.

"Gimme a big smile, kid."

So Tweek did.

He gave his biggest and brightest smile he's ever given.

He was going to be in Vogue.

And as Jenny looked back through her camera to make sure she got the image; she couldn't help but smile now as she saw how happy Tweek looked.

But Craig looked happier in the background as he stared up at Tweek, holding that Tiffany blue box that held the most beautiful ring she's ever seen.

Yeah…this was one of the best shots of her career.

NOTE:

LISTEN I HAVE A BIG BRAIN THIS PROPOSAL IDEA CAME TO ME IN THE SHOWER!
I hope you all enjoyed this update! Sorry for the delay, but I graduated college a few weeks ago and have been adjusting to some changes going on in my life (all positive, so don't worry!)
Only a few more chapters left of this story and I finally figured out a potential ending, so I hope you're all excited!
The chapter title is based off the Beach Boys song, but the specific cover I have in mind is by Dan Avidan
Hope you all liked the chapter and any and all feedback is appreciated!

oh! Tweek's engagement ring is actually based off of a Tiffany's engagement ring they have. If you want to see it, send me a message on tumblr (username is crowded-skies)