Hi there folks! So this is something that I’m choosing to not post on my AO3 page (for now) and instead just posting here.
This is a one shot I wrote for @grymmeoir for the @craigandthoseguys-week secret Santa event. I’m sorry it’s late but the person who originally had you needed to drop out due to some personal issues which lead to me taking over.
I hope you like it as it was literally written in maybe an hour at most (however I’m just guessing on that).
Anyway please enjoy and happy holidays! (story is below the cut)
It was that time of year again. The time of year where snow fell a little harder and everyone seemed to put all their differences aside to come together to celebrate the season.
Yes, it was Christmas time in South Park. And there were a number of ways the townsfolk celebrated this holiday. Some stayed in and some went out and partied. Some participated in snow sports or something outdoorsy activities. And some left town to venture elsewhere to visit family.
However, when it came to Craig and his friends they decided to stay inside where it was warm. Stay inside of Token’s mansion by the fire and drink hot chocolate, wear Christmas sweaters (Clyde insisted they match but Craig shot that idea down just as quickly as it had been presented), exchange gifts and do one of Tweek’s absolute favorite pastimes… bake Christmas cookies!
It was something the group had done for as long as they could remember celebrating the holiday together. But maybe it started happening more frequently after Betsy Donovan passed away and Roger busied himself with work, which left Clyde alone. Maybe it started happening more as they realized that the years they had to spend together during the holiday season were dwindling down as they got closer and closer to high school graduation (they only had two years left!)
But whatever the reason for it was, they had made it into their very own tradition, it was theirs and it was how they celebrated. It was always the Sunday before Christmas when the group got together and they made sure of it.
“Hey Token,” Tweek called out from the kitchen as he rifled around in the cabinets. “Where’s your mixing bowl?”
“Uh…” Token thought for a moment as he grabbed some mugs to behind making the hot chocolate. “I’m pretty sure my mom put it in the cabinet above the stove.”
Tweek looked up, then at the counter, then back up at the cabinet. Sure, he wasn’t the tallest one out there (unlike a certain black haired boyfriend of his) but he could manage to do this on his own without any assistance required.
The blonde hoisted himself up onto the counter top and reached up, being careful not to let anything fall and hit him on the head.
“Do you want he-“
“No no Token I’m fine,” he smiled victoriously as he managed to grab said mixing bowl that was in question. “I’ve got this.”
“Alright man,” he shrugged and watched how Tweek scurried back down. “I trust you. And I’m pretty sure Craig would kill me if anything happened to you so I’m staying put until you’re back on the floor.”
Tweek rolled his eyes as he stood unharmed in front of his front with the mixing bowl now in his hands, “yes mom.”
Token said nothing but the eye roll and friendly push on the shoulder caused Tweek to laugh.
“I’ll stay out of your way while you bake but the hot chocolate shouldn’t take too long to make.”
“Token you’re fine, your kitchen is huge so I really doubt we’ll get in each other’s way!”
They both went to work, busying themselves with the task at hand. They made simple conversation to pass the time before Token found himself finished with what he came into the kitchen to complete.
“I’ll leave your mug here so you can drink it as you work,” Token offered up a smile as he placed the snowman mug near the blonde.
“Thank you!”
Token waited a couple seconds before taking his leave with four mugs on a tray he held in his hands to head back to his other friends.
“Hot chocolate!” It was Clyde who bellowed our first as he darted towards his friend, Damn near giddy with holiday joy. “Thanks Token!” He took his mug enthusiastically and took a long sip.
“Breath Clyde, you need to breath!”
When the brunette lowered the mug he had a very prominent hot chocolate mustache lining his upper lip.
“I don’t know what it is about your hot chocolate,” Clyde licked away the liquid that resides on his face. “But you always make the best I’ve ever tasted! What’s your secret anyway?”
“I use milk instead of water?”
“Genius! Absolute genius!”
“A tr- true madman!” Jimmy chimed in as Token handed him his mug.
Craig merely rolled his eyes and thanked Token by mouthing the words as he accepted the warm mug. He held it in his hands for a while before taking a sip and humming content lot to himself.
“So,” Token sat down on the couch between Jimmy and Clyde. “What did you guys have in mind that we do?”
“I’m not opposed to playing Mario Kart or watching the Grinch,” Clyde spoke up.
“Which Grinch movie?” Craig asked inquisitively. “The 1966 version, the 2000 version or the 2018 version? And make sure you choose wisely since there’s only one right answer.”
“The 2000 version, duh!”
Craig groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, “why?” He shot a glance in Clyde’s direction. “The superior Grinch movie is clearly the original.”
“You take that back Jim Carey is the best!” Clyde seemed offended, like actually offended, by Craig’s statement.
“No he isn’t.”
“You’re just saying that because you don’t like him!”
“So what if I am? That movie is still literal garbage.”
Token chucked.
“Bu- but fellas,” Jimmy decided to join in on the conversation. “I personally like the 2018 ver- version be- best.”
“What?” Both the brunette and the black haired teen looked at their friend.
“Why?” Craig asked as Clyde continued to stare wide eyed and in shock.
Jimmy shrugged, “not dissing the original bu- but I like the new ta- take on it.”
“So you agree,” Craig smirked. “You like the original.”
Jimmy nodded.
“See, Jimmy agrees with me! Screw you Clyde!”
Clyde feigned hurt as he put a hand over his heart, “Jimmy! My best friend in the whole world! Why would you betray me like this?”
Craig flipped Clyde off as he took another sip of his hot chocolate while Jimmy merely laughed.
“Token what about-“
“I’m not getting involved in this.”
Okay, so maybe that was a silly thing to have a disagreement about but it was a conversation the group had every year. And every year the results were always the same. But it was a tradition for them, so why should they break a system that had no flaws and wasn’t even broken to begin with?
“I’m going to check on Tweek,” Craig stood from his seat in the recliner with a half empty mug in his hands. “See if he needs any help with the cookies or what not.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to just make out with your bo-“ a pillow made contact with Clyde’s face. “Why?”
Craig said nothing as he walked into the kitchen, where he found his boyfriend busy at work. The blonde was covered in cookie dough and flour and the kitchen counter could use a nice wipe down, but Craig smiled at the sight.
He made his way behind Tweek quietly and wrapped the blonde in a light hug (after he had put a tray of cookies into the stove), which caused Tweek to jump.
The blonde turned around and smiled up at his boyfriend as he lightly hit him on the chest with his fist, “you scared me!”
“I’m sorry.”
“What if I was holding cookies and I dropped them?”
“But you weren’t holding cookies so…”
Tweek pulled away, not like he needed to try as Craig wasn’t holding him tightly, and made his way over to the counter to begin cleaning up his mess.
“But what if I was?”
“But you weren’t.”
“You’re such a jerk.”
“Yeah well…” Craig walked over to him and wrapped his arms around Tweek’s waist and kissed his cheek before resting his head onto Tweek’s shoulder. “I’m your jerk.”
Tweek turned to the side slightly and poked Craig’s cheek, which caused the black haired teenager to look up, and smile when he was greeted with a gentle kiss to the lips.
“You taste like a sugar cookie,” Craig licked over his lips after Tweek pulled away. “Were you eating the cookie dough?”
“Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t… what’re you going to do about it tough guy?”
Craig thought for a minute before kissing Tweek again, “that. I’m going to do that.”
Tweek smiled as he turned in Craig’s hold to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, “you nerd.”
“Yeah yeah…”
The two stood like that for a while, Tweek making them both sway back and forth as if they were dancing to music only the two of them could hear while they waited for the cookies to finish baking.
This is just how it was. Every year for the past however many years this is how the boys spent their holiday.
And okay so maybe it wasn’t much but it was their tradition and they wouldn’t change it for the world.
