Tweek got to keep the red Manolo Blahniks after the photoshoot.

Which was an incredibly nice and thoughtful thing for them to do!

He didn't expect anything other than the memory from Vogue, but…a pair of one thousand-dollar shoes would do just fine.

A little over a month has passed since the shoot now, and Tweek has been feeling on top of the world lately. Work has been fantastic; the wine moving towards final production and should be hitting shelves before the holidays. Bebe and him have been getting more quality time together since their schedules have been lining up more. His relationship is at an all-time high, Craig's health better than it was when they met. He's been working out more, cutting back on his smoking, and even trying to eat healthier along with Tweek. Sure, they still indulge in sweets every Friday night, but they're allowed to cheat at least once a week.

His sex life?

Mind blowing.

With both of their health seeing positive changes, their sex drives have been through the roof. Tweek still has hickies on the inside of his thighs from their sexual escapades over the weekend. The only thing that could be the cherry on top of it all would be a proposal…but…Tweek doesn't think Craig is the marrying type.

He's so dedicated to his work-for crying out loud-and they've barely talked about the topic at all! Sometimes Tweek tries to bring it up over their Saturday night dinners, but Craig just nods his head and gives a few 'mhm's' as a response.

But…as long as Craig was willing to stick with him, Tweek didn't need that husband label…although, it would be nice eventually.

"You seem deep in thought today." Bebe cut into Tweek's thoughts as she came back to her office, Tweek poking at his salad before groaning out loud.

"Just…I don't know, I don't want to bombard you."

"Babe, c'mon, it's me."

Tweek nibbled on his lip, huffing as he put a forkful of his lunch in his mouth. He thought about his words carefully as he chewed, swallowing his food slowly and running his tongue over his teeth.

"I just…I've been thinking about my future more…thinking about Craig and I, is all."

"Everything all good?"

"Everything's great! I just really…I've been thinking about marriage more, a-and I don't peg Craig to be the marriage type, ya know? It took me nearly six months to get him to date me, and even though we've only been dating since February…give or take a few months thanks to rehab," Tweek sighed as he adjusted his glasses. "I don't…see me with anyone else. The way he makes me feel, spoils me, cherishes me, just…Craig's it for me, but I'm afraid sometimes that…I'm not it for him."

Bebe slowly nodded her head, heart hammering against her ribcage as she tried not to spill everything right then and there. She knew of Craig's proposal plan, of course. He came to her in July one night while they were both working late and told her about it once he received confirmation from Pip that the photoshoot was in the works. They just had to wait one more week…one more week and then Tweek gets his wish.

"Tweek, what makes you think you're not it for him?"

"Well…there's just-there are so many more attractive guys out there…guys that are a little older and not twelve years younger than him."

"I don't think the age difference is much of an issue."

"I know! I just…it's stuff I think about, is all…stuff that's just been filling my mind at night."

Bebe frowned, setting her lunch aside for a moment and grabbing Tweek's hand.

"Tweek, listen to me," She ran her thumb over his knuckles, knowing the action soothed him. "You have a boyfriend that loves and adores you for everything you are. I don't want you getting discouraged about a future with him because he's quiet when it comes to the topic of marriage. Craig has told me so many times how much he loves you, how much he finds you beautiful."

Tweek blinked, green eyes widening slightly as he felt a smile on his lips.

"H-He talks about me to you?" His voice was soft, disbelief coating his words.

"Tweek," Bebe grabbed a magazine from the rack behind her, flipping through a Cosmopolitan issue and passing it over to Tweek. "Craig talks about you to everyone."

The article was recent, coming out the beginning of August. Tweek had never gotten a chance to look at it, but as his eyes scanned the page, he swore he saw his name about ten times in one paragraph. Craig's smiling face looked up at him from the thin page, Tweek running his finger over the spread carefully as he turned to the next page.

Five Quick Questions with New York's Finest CEO

Q1: Favorite go to restaurant?

Craig: My boyfriend introduced me to this little Chinese shop near the corner of Canal and Bowery. The food is cheap but tastes like a million bucks.

Q2: What's the last movie you saw?

Craig: Tweek and I watched Crazy, Stupid, Love last week. I had never seen it, and he seemed super appalled by that.

Q3: If you could only save one thing from your closet in the case of a fire, what would it be?

Craig: I have a Versace blazer that my father got me for my birthday a few years back. I don't wear it often, but whenever I do, Tweek just looks so excited. I want to keep seeing that look on his face, so I'll save that blazer.

Q4: What was your best memory from this summer?

Craig: There was one weekend Tweek and I took a trip out to visit his parents. It was actually the first time I had met them and getting out of the hustle and bustle of the city was absolutely needed. He comes from a quiet town about an hour away, so getting to meet his parents and spend some quality time with him was something I really needed and didn't realize it until then.

Q5: Finally, you've been in a relationship for a little while now. Any signs of him in your future?

Craig: Whether he wants to be or not, but Tweek will always be a part of my life now.

The final answer stuck out to him like a sore thumb, Tweek reading it over and over again.

"He…s-said those things?"

"It's right there in front of you, Tweek. This isn't the first interview where he mentions you almost every answer."

"What?"

Bebe tugged a few more magazines from over the summer off the shelf, opening to each page for Tweek to see.

"Craig Tucker can't shut the fuck up about you." She said through soft laughter as she watched Tweek read over each article quickly.

Every article had his name in it.

Every. Single. One

The rest of his lunch, Tweek's stomach felt like a washer on the rinse cycle, but all because his boyfriend couldn't seem to stop talking about him.

Maybe Tweek misjudged Craig.

Maybe…he was the marrying type?

That night, Tweek decided that he wanted to be with Craig. It was only Wednesday, but his conversation with Bebe at lunch left him feeling tingly and aching for his boyfriend. Sure, it hasn't even been a week since they were last intimate, but Tweek had someone who loved him very much and he wanted nothing more than to be with that person.

So, he packed a little overnight bag, shot Craig a quick text, and bid Bebe goodnight before making his way to the subway. His little commute uptown was something Tweek always cherished. He loved people watching, listening to his music, and just casually walking up to the Juniper Residences instead of arriving with Craig and Stan. It wasn't that he was ungrateful for the ride, it was just always fun seeing people eyeing him as he walked into the building.

Maybe they recognized him since he's been in a few interviews with Craig at this point, but he likes to think they're trying to figure out how he could even step foot in a place like the Juniper Residences. After the thirty-minute subway ride, Tweek hummed quietly to himself as he walked another ten until he reached Craig's building. He gave a wave towards the concierge desk, scanning his key fob once on the elevator and clicking the twentieth floor.

It wasn't a long ride, but Tweek found his face flushed and his breath shaky as he got closer and closer to Craig. He hadn't mentioned all the interviews he read during lunch to him, and he didn't want to. Maybe he will, but he doesn't want to talk about that tonight. Tweek just wants to let Craig ravish him the same way he has the past few weeks.

"Craig?" He called out after he opened the penthouse door, looking around before closing the door. Well, he's home he thought, noticing his work bag on the counter. Maite came trotting up to him, Tweek grinning as he knelt down and gave her some scratches under her chin. Listening for a moment, he heard the shower running in Craig's room, breath catching as he made his way towards the sound of running water after giving Maite a couple treats. As he predicted, Craig's suit from today was laid carefully on his bed while his underwear and socks were tossed aside near his hamper. Steam crawled out of the bathroom as Tweek set his things down, toeing his heels off before walking towards Craig. He never got tired of looking at him-especially naked-and now was no exception. The glass doors of the large shower left little to the imagination, Tweek humming in his throat as he walked forward more. The steam blocked what he really wanted to see, but as his eyes moved upwards, Tweek let out a yell of surprise as Craig was staring back at him.

"What are you doing?"

"I-I just got here, and-!"

"Strip."

Tweek's jaw went slack at the command, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat as he nodded eagerly. Carefully, Tweek worked on unbuttoning his shirt, his fingers shaky as he tried to be sensual. However, his hormones were betraying him as he quickly fumbled his shirt off and setting it aside.

"Craig-"

"Shut up."

Oh good God.

Tweek clamped his mouth shut as the shower door opened, breath catching as the steam hit his face. It was hotter than he expected, eyes trying to avert away from Craig's crotch considering he was already half hard. Strong hands gripped at his face, one sliding down his back to grab the zipper of his skirt. As it fell to the ground, Tweek gently stepped out of the fabric pooling at his feet and towards Craig.

"…How long have you been waiting for me?"

"Too long. You know I hate waiting, kitten."

Tweek nodded as Craig stepped towards him, his legs moving backwards.

"I-I know, but you know the subway is the longest route for me to get here. Well, walking technically is, but-!"

"You don't know how to shut up," Craig hissed between his teeth, enjoying the flash of excitement that crossed Tweek's eyes as a hand wrapped around his throat. "Sit on the edge of the tub. I'll be right back."

Watching Craig walk into his room, Tweek sat as he was instructed and turned his attention towards the shower. He watched the water from the waterfall shower head hit the ground, blinking as he realized he was still in his stockings.

"Craig, my stockings are still on!" He called out, eyes widening a bit as Craig walked back in.

"I know," He muttered, beautiful pearls hanging from his index finger as he looked Tweek up and down. "Keep them on."

"They're Gucci." Tweek whispered, Craig breaking the façade just long enough to kiss his forehead.

"I'll buy you another pair." He whispered back, giving him a gentle smile to make sure he understood he was sincere.

The sight made Tweek grin. "Oh! Okay." He said between giggles, but gasped as that hand wrapped back around his neck and tugged him to his feet.

"Now," Craig ran his thumb over Tweek's bottom lip, smirking. "Get yourself all dolled up, why don't you?" He presented the pearl necklace as well as a tube of red lipstick, Tweek grinning slowly as he nodded.

"Yes, sir."

"Nuh uh," Craig tugged on Tweek's hair lightly as Tweek put the necklace on. "Other name."

"Yes, daddy."

"That's a good boy."

Tweek felt like he was going to faint at all the attention his body was getting right now, walking away only to apply the lipstick quickly. He liked how he looked as he examined himself in the mirror, lips fuller from the color and the color bright against his fair complexion. As he turned back around, he noticed Craig was already standing under the water of the shower again, but the door stayed open.

An invitation.

Slowly, Tweek set his glasses with his clothes before standing in front of the shower door. He didn't want to just assume he could walk in, so he waited until Craig turned and gave him an approving look up and down.

"Is it good?"

"Oh, baby, it's magnificent."

With a simple beckoning finger, Tweek felt his knees wobble as he took a couple steps forward towards the man who wanted him so badly. He shut the door behind him, his chest nearly against Craig's as he leaned against the glass behind him.

"What…what do you want to do to me, daddy?"

It was sinful how quickly Tweek fell into the submissive role, Craig grunting quietly as he felt his cock twitch.

"Everything," He grumbled as his finger tugged on the pearls lightly to urge Tweek to move closer. "I want to stuff that mouth of yours with my cock, then rip those stockings enough to push those cute little panties aside so I can fuck you in this shower. I want to make you messy, show you how sloppy you are when presented with my dick," Craig hummed as Tweek just nodded along, thighs rubbing together to try and relieve his own arousal. "Look at you, I can't even talk about what I want to do with you without you trying to get yourself off."

"I-I'm sorry, daddy, I am!"

Craig grabbed the back of his neck suddenly, tugging hard to bring him under the stream of water for a moment. As Tweek suspected, the water was super-hot, a hiss escaping his lips as the water hit his sensitive skin. Just as quickly as he was pulled under, Tweek was being pressed against the glass wall of the shower once more.

"You talk too much," Craig gripped at Tweek's hair as he nodded towards the ground. "Get on your fucking knees."

Tweek just did as told, mouth opening instinctively as he felt the head of Craig's cock brush his lips.

"Can-Can I please?"

"Please what, baby?"

"Suck your cock? Pretty please I've been-I've been so good for you today!"

Craig hummed, trying to think of a way to prolong Tweek's desire, but his arousal would say otherwise.

"Of course, but don't forget to try and get as much as possible."

Tweek nodded as he took Craig's length into his mouth, looking up as Craig moaned. He always liked watching Craig when they were intimate. Something about watching him fall more and more apart as time went on, or the fact he was growing more and more vocal the more they explored in the bedroom.

Or because he was simply stunning.

Like he was told, Tweek continued to inch more and more of Craig's cock down his throat with each bob of his head, but…

"There-there's so much." Tweek croaked out as he pulled off to catch his breath. Craig gripped at his jaw, fingertips digging into his already sensitive skin.

"Is that an excuse?"

"No-no, daddy, it isn't! I promise!"

But Craig had different thoughts on the situation.

Tweek gasped as his head was forced back down on Craig's cock, a moan escaping his own lips as he let his eyes flutter shut. Carefully, Craig rocked his hips back and forth in an effort to fuck Tweek's mouth. He felt Tweek's hands come up to his hips, a shiver running up his spine as he felt Tweek gag around him.

"Get up." Craig choked out, his body practically begging him to just bury himself inside his boyfriend at this point. Tweek gasped at the sudden loss of the cock in his mouth, but scrambled to stand up as Craig grabbed at the pearls again.

"I-I tried my best, I swear!"

Craig just grunted as a response, turning him around and grabbing at his ass. The sensation made Tweek whine out loud, Craig massaging the flesh in his hands as he slid his cock against the fabric of the stockings.

"You're lucky I'm so horny, baby."

Tweek grinned at the statement, toes curling and uncurling against the tiled floor beneath him. His cheek rested against the cool glass as he looked over his shoulder at Craig, pressing his ass back a little more and wiggling his hips to make sure Craig really rubbed against the fabric.

"What're you waiting for then?"

His cheek slid down the glass as he shouted in surprise, trying to hide his delight as Craig's hand came down on his ass once again. In one quick motion, the sound of two hundred and sixty-five dollars ripping behind him made his eyes roll back as Craig roughly tugged the pink panties he had on underneath aside.

"Are you trying to tell me what to do?" Craig said slowly, finger gently circling Tweek's entrance. It made the blonde shiver, legs shaking beneath him as he tried to get a little more comfortable against the glass.

"No…n-no, I promise." He choked out.

Craig could tell he was uncomfortable. Reaching under, he planted a hand firmly on Tweek's chest and pulled him upright, so his back was against Craig's chest. As he did that, he carefully pushed one finger in and reveled in the way Tweek moaned against him.

"O-Oh fuck!"

Craig ran his thumb over a tender nipple, Tweek's breathing growing more and more labored as he slowly stretched him open.

"You're trembling."

"I-I'm growing impatient."

His lipstick was smearing onto his cheek and chin.

"You look like a mess."

"You made me like this."

Craig tsked quietly, gently easing another finger in.

"Not my fault you're naturally a whore."

Tweek tilted his head back against Craig's chest at the name, lazy smile on his face as he rocked his hips back onto Craig's fingers. It caught Craig off guard for a moment, and in that split second, he contemplated dropping down onto one knee and proposing right then and there.

Just…one more week…one more week and he's yours for good.

"I-I love it when you call me that."

"Really?"

Tweek just nodded, eyes struggling to stay open as Craig scissored his fingers.

"I-It makes me feel so good."

"And why is that?"

Tweek's eyes softened for a moment, fluttering closed as the blunt tip of Craig's cock was suddenly there. He barely registered his fingers being tugged out.

"Because I-I'm only like this for you." His voice was quiet, the sound of the water behind them faint as Craig's heartbeat filled his ears. Gently, he pressed his thumb against Tweek's mouth, the blonde humming as he sucked the digit in carefully in time with Craig pushing himself in. Tweek shouted around his thumb in surprise as his legs practically gave out. But…Craig was there. He was there to grab him around his waist before he fell, there to put his leg on the little stone ledge nearby to give him a better angle, here to tuck the arm around his waist under Tweek's left thigh and lift him so he didn't have to worry about holding himself up.

Tweek might look like a mess, but he felt like a million dollars.

"It's because you're a good boy," Craig finally muttered by his ear, Tweek's entire body shaking against his chest as he slowly-inch by inch-continued to ease his cock in. "You know that, don't you?"

"I-I do."

Craig hummed in his throat at the response, nose lightly nuzzling against the side of Tweek's throat as he pressed light kisses to his shoulders. He took a few more steps forward, really pinning Tweek between his chest and the glass as he took a few tentative thrusts. The angle might not work, but from the sounds Tweek were already making, Craig knew it would be just fine.

"Are you going to be loud for me?"

"Is-Is that what you want?"

"Oh, I want it every time, but you're always so worried someone will hear you." He teased. Tweek felt his face flush, eyes struggling to stay open as Craig set up a grueling pace. It was so slow, but…that's how it always starts out. Ever since the incident at least, and Tweek doesn't mind because it shows how much Craig cares about him and bettered himself. A smile tugged on his lips as he tilted his head back, turning his face to kiss and suck lightly at Craig's neck.

"No one can hear us back here, daddy."

Tweek's voice was breathy, practically panting against Craig's neck as the pace picked up a bit.

Craig left it at that, his own eyes closing as he buried his face into Tweek's shoulder. Every time with Tweek felt like the first, and as he listened to his boyfriend grow louder and louder with each thrust, Craig found himself smiling against freckled skin.

He couldn't wait to marry Tweek.

Couldn't wait to see those pictures in the magazine.

Jenny had sent them over to Craig a few weeks ago, but Craig hasn't opened them files yet. He wants the first time he sees them to be when Tweek sees them for the first time. He knows he'll have to get some of them printed out.

It was undoubtedly one of his favorite shoots…for more than one reason.

"I love you." Craig found himself saying. Tweek made a sound of surprise against his throat, moan caught as he lifted his head to look at Craig. He was falling apart, but Craig just carefully pushed his wet curls out of his eyes and smiled at him to let him know he was right there.

"I-I love you too." Tweek whispered back. He gasped suddenly as Craig thrusted forward rather hard, but he felt his entire body relax as he just sat there.

Leaving Tweek feeling full, loved, and cared for as Craig let his thumb run over the thigh he was gripping onto.

"Do you want to turn around? Show me that pretty face of yours?"

Tweek opted to just nod, hissing quietly at the sudden loss of the cock inside of him. Craig could feel his chest rumble as he hummed in approval once he was snug inside of Tweek once more. They stared at each other for a moment.

They've never fucked like this-in the shower at least.

There was the one time over the summer where they were so eager, they couldn't get to the bedroom and Craig pinned Tweek against the kitchen wall.

But this?

The seclusion and intimacy the shower offered was entirely new and exciting, both men smiling at one another and laughing quietly. Tweek reached out and pushed Craig's hair out of his eyes, wrapping his legs around his waist once they got a little more comfortable.

"Your hair is so long."

"I know. Yours too."

"This is an illusion. It's because it's wet."

Craig chuckled at the little back and forth banter, forehead dropping forward as he moved his hips once more. Tweek's hand ran down the sides of his face and to his neck, fingers tugging on the gold chain that resided there as he whined. Looking down between them, Craig clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"Have you touched your dick at all?" Tweek shook his head. "We should fix that."

Just as he ripped the back, Craig tugged quickly on the fabric with one hand as he supported Tweek with the other, the blonde shouting in surprise as a hand pulled his erection out of his underwear. His hand moved in time with his hips, Tweek pulling Craig closer so he can bury his face in his shoulder. For once, Tweek didn't have a smartass comment to say.

He just let himself be fucked, lost himself to the moment as he could feel a familiar heat pooling into his stomach. There was lipstick all over Craig's neck and chest, but it just made Tweek smile as he whined louder and louder.

"C-Craig!"

"Are you going to cum?"

Tweek tried to speak, tried to tell him that yes he was about to fucking explode, but nothing came to mind. So he just nodded, whines higher in pitch and breathier as Craig felt the legs against his lower back kick out in delight.

There we go.

Stars spotted Tweek's vision as Craig found the little bundle of nerves he's been searching for, scream finally being pulled from his throat as he came hard in between them. And as Craig gave a few more hard thrusts, he was cumming too, deep inside of his boyfriend that made his body twitch every time his cock did.

They didn't say much afterwards, pressing light kisses to one another's bodies as Craig finally removed the undergarments from Tweek's body and held him up as they cleaned. This was Tweek's favorite if he was honest: the after care. Because Craig was so gentle, so quiet, so supportive as he always asked Tweek the same three questions.

"Are you okay?"

"Can you stand?"

"Do you need anything?"

It was exactly what Tweek needed to hear after getting his guts scrambled, and each and every time, he responded the same.

"I'm okay."

"Barely, but I can stand."

"I need some water and to cuddle you for the rest of the night."

And that was exactly what they did.

Bebe smiled as she looked at the ring once more, Craig leaning against her office door to make sure Tweek didn't come barging in.

"So…today's the day, huh?" Craig just nodded. "What's your plan?"

Sighing heavily, Craig adjusted his tie as he took the ring box back and tucked it into the inside pocket of his suit.

"We usually wall down towards the Brooklyn Bridge once a week to eat lunch outside and just get out of the office. We always pass a little magazine bodega on the way back, so I was gonna point out the magazine there and wait for him to flip through and everything."

"Not gonna do it in private?"

"What?! Why?! Should I?!"

Bebe smiled at her boss. It was so unlike him to act like this…nervous. It was kind of entertaining, but she knew how important this was to Craig.

"Hey hey it's okay! I was just asking since you're usually a private guy, is all."

Craig snapped his jaw closed, swallowing hard as he nodded.

"Oh…yeah-yeah that's true."

Bebe stood up and straightened out his tie after he messed it up, pressing her hands down over his shoulders to flatten out his suit.

"I think that's a very sweet idea. You're diverting from your routine though. Will you live?"

"Just because I'm a man of routine doesn't mean I'm incapable of changing my plans."

Bebe let out a laugh at the statement. Reaching up on her tip toes, she gave Craig's cheek a pinch before reaching behind him and opening the door.

"It's almost lunch time, Tucker. Better calm yourself down."

"I can't believe it's half-way through September and it still feels as if it's summer!"

They were on their way back from their nice little afternoon break, and Craig just nodded his head along as Tweek talked.

"Yeah I know." It was the best he could do at the moment.

"Hey, my parents are coming to the city tomorrow and they wanted to know if you wanted to get dinner with us? It's their treat."

"I'm very much capable of paying for my own dinner," Craig teased, Tweek letting out a laugh as he grabbed onto his hand. "But that sounds nice. I appreciate the offer."

As they rounded the corner, Craig felt his breath catch as he saw the magazine bodega he mentioned to Bebe.

It seems that Tweek was already one step ahead of him.

"Oh! Isn't the Vogue issue coming out today?!"

He was already running ahead before Craig could even speak, mouth suddenly dry as he quickened his pace to catch up to Tweek.

Thank you, long legs.

As Craig caught up, Tweek's eyes were already scanning the stand to find what he so desperately was looking for.

"Vogue."

They both looked up as the elderly man running the stand smiled.

"Yes!" Tweek breathed out but blinked as the man passed over the magazine.

"You're on Vogue."

Craig looked over Tweek's shoulder down at the article, their own faces staring back up at them with Damien and Pip as well.

"Oh shit." Craig whispered, putting a hand on Tweek's hip as he watched his boyfriend run his fingers over the glossy cover.

"I-I…I-I didn't think we'd be-"

"On the cover? I know…me too."

It felt like everything started slowing down as the magazine opened, image after image blurring together as each page passed by. Taking a few steps forward, Craig looked at Tweek's face as he looked at himself in an issue of Vogue.

Tweek.

In an issue of Vogue.

It was hard to believe, because this was the same magazine Tweek wrote 'wear when twenty pounds lighter' in about three months ago.

Now look at him!

Fifteen pounds lighter and in VOGUE!

"Oh! I found us!" He exclaimed excitedly, Craig nodding as his fingers wrapped carefully around that blue box that's been staring him down for so long now. Tweek had a permanent smile on his face as he flipped through each image. There were the ones he remembered taking with Craig as he was sprawled across his lap, some with just Pip and Tweek, some with just Craig and Damien, even all four of them. "They put in the one where we all tried to kiss!" He laughed; the image full of bright faces as they were all laughing from how poorly their attempt to kiss went. Craig could see now on the page that it was the solo shots, hand slowly pulling from his pocket. "I did like Damien's outfit, Pip's too!" Tweek flipped the page, giggling a bit. "I'm so glad you got to keep that suede jacket. Orange looks nice on you. You could pair it with a green-!"

Tweek stared down at his solo shot, blinking multiple times as he brought the magazine closer to his face.

There he was, grinning real big and showing off his outfit, but…there was Craig.

Craig…on one knee in the background.

Craig with a Tiffany blue box in his hand.

"C-Craig, what-?"

And there was Craig right in front of him, on one knee with that same box in his hand. Tweek looked between him and the image a few times, breath shaky as Craig grabbed into his left hand to ground him.

"Tweek," Craig said just loud enough for him to hear. People had stopped to stare, stopped to take photos, because of course they recognized Craig. "I don't…I don't want my future to go on without you in it…I want to wake up each and every fucking day and have you be the first thing I see. I want to be the one that you show your outfits to in the morning, be the one that asks you if you checked the ingredients on a box of brownie batter so I don't have to jab you with that fucking Epi Pen," Tweek let out a laugh, a sob mingling in as he tucked the magazine under his arm and covered his mouth to keep himself from openly crying in public. But…he was being proposed to. Fuck it. "I want to share each and every upcoming adventure and business endeavor with you. I want…you," Tweek felt the breath leave his body as the ring box opened, eyes widening as he saw the ring. It was absolutely stunning, and he knew in an instant who helped pick it out. God dammit, Bebe, you know me too well. "Tweek Tweak…will you do me the honor of becoming my husband? Will you marry me?"

Tweek opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a happy cry. The grin on his face was a big indicator that his answer was obviously yes-

"Boy, if you don't say yes to this man right now, I'll marry him!" The bodega man shouted behind them, Tweek letting out a laugh as he grabbed Craig's face in his hands.

"Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes!" He practically yelled over and over as Craig's face bloomed in front of him into one of pure happiness. And as the ring was slid on his finger, Tweek grabbed Craig's tie with his right hand and tugged him forward to kiss him, both smiling too much to properly kiss as the little crowd around them erupted into cheers and applause. It was a moment that Tweek didn't mind being public. It was their routine to pass this bodega every day, but now this little route they took was going to be cherished forever.

And as Craig wrapped Tweek up in his arms, Tweek couldn't help but hold his left hand out and look at the diamond on his finger.

On the corner of Pine and Wall Street, Tweek openly cried because for the first time ever, his future didn't look so bleak.

In fact, it was almost as bright as the diamond on his ring finger that meant he was undoubtedly Craig Tucker's forever and ever.

With a soft sniffle coming from Craig, Tweek couldn't help but kiss him once more-this time properly-and as they pulled away, Craig looked his face up and down before speaking.

"I love you so much."

"Oh, Mr. Big," Tweek said with a grin, thumb wiping a stray tear off Craig's cheek as he giggled. "I'll love you forever."

NOTE: ekjg;uehrnbesdbae

This was so CHEESY but it is WHAT THEY DESERVE!
Only three more chapters after this! I hope you all enjoyed this long awaited proposal. I felt like the kinky sex was needed because these two have come such a long way and have healed so much! Also because why not LOL

I hope you enjoyed and any and all feedback is appreciated! :)