The house shone as bright as it was day. The streets, the shops, the market. Everything was shiny, peaceful, snowy, cold and magical. Stan always loved Christmas. Cartman was not a retailer, but during Christmas he transformed into something... Stan couldn't find a word to define it.

"It seems the 'Christmas magical spirit' possessed Cartman, tho"

It was funny Craig said that. He was true, though. All the house was decorated, even Stan could definitely define it as "over decorated". Stan realized Craig was dating him for no other reason than how manipulative Cartman could be. Maybe love? Yeah, but the main reason was protection, Stan saw no problem with that, at least at first, then he found himself in a necessity of being loved as much as possible.

Night had fallen a few hours ago, but the lights were so shiny that he needed to remind himself that it was really dark, and late. The feeling of wanting to go to sleep was pretty present at that moment.

"I don't care about that". A trembled voice reached his ears and woke him up immediately. "I need a coffee. I beg him to have coffee" Stan moved his head to the other side, Craig was in the middle, he couldn't see Tweek, even if he noticed his shaking state through grabbing Craig's arm. "I need a cup. Maybe two"

"You're too excited, Honey". Said Craig. "You shouldn't drink any coffee tonight"

"But—"

"Craig's true, you're shaking" Kenny's voice cut the fresh and cold air. "More than usual..." Stan didn't know he was coming too, but it wouldn't be weird. Kenny always was willing to check in everywhere there's free food.

Indeed, Kenny was like a cat, he could be here, next to him; there next to Tweek (like he was), in the ceiling when he was scared or trying to escape because he annoyed too much Craig or Cartman, over the roof looking for more bitches for the relationship, or maybe just death somewhere nearby his neighborhood... Kenny was the main reason why all of them were there. Or directly, Kenny was the main reason why all of them became such weirdos in 'love terms', because all of them realized the need of love, and being loved by such a big group of people. Stan was not thinking about that in a bad way, in fact, he was proud and happy knowing Kenny will be there for him, even if last night he spent it at Tweek's bed, or at Craig's, or even at Cartman's.

Stan was aware of 'How' Kenny expressed his love, and he accepted it. The five of them talked for a LONG hours, all of them accepted... At first, it was awkward, then it became natural, then... Things turn out to be more complicated than just sharing Kenny.

"I'm cold as fuck". Tweek's reply sounded more like a beg for a hug rather than a replication.

"I can help...". Kenny smiled and threw his arm around Tweek's body. "Softly...". Emitted in a lower tone voice, maybe a childish one.

Being shorter than Tweek maybe it could be seen like the one who was giving the warm hug was Tweek. But it wasn't. It was true Tweek was almost the tallest of the partners, but he was freezing all the time. Freezing and shaking. It helped to hug him all the time, like an excuse for cuddling.

Stan and Craig shared a glance for a moment, then, the taller one in the relationship (Craig) rolled his eyes and walked towards the door to ring the doorbell. At the other side of the door, they could hear the strong and noisy steps, characteristic of Cartman. The door was opened.

"You must be kidding me"

"Don't you have a Christmas spirit, bitch?". Cartman crossed his arm in sarcasm, and looked over his shoulder. "Where are your Christmas sweaters and hats?". Complained. "You're so boring...". Rolled his eyes.

"Can I borrow your Santa jacket?" Asked Kenny getting close and invasively caressing the red velvet fabric from Santa's jacket Cartman was wearing at that moment.

"No"

"Owww..." cried Kenny pouting.

"But I prepared some Christmas sweaters cuz I knew you wouldn't wear them for your own sake, soooo... Just come in, and get 'christimaly dressed' or I'll kick your balls"

"You can lick them instead"

"Not tonight, you nasty bitch". Stared at Kenny, he smiled and chucked.

"I'll convince you'll to have an orgy tonight"

"We won't". They all said at the same time as if it were a chorus or as if they had planned to say it.

"You all are BORING!"

Tweek laugh silently. Kenny glanced at Tweek and put a smile on his face, kissing his temple for following his dramatical occurrences. Craig was the first one who got in and got comfy, Stan came in and threw his arm around Cartman's body. Little things like that one was what maintained him subjected to that relationship. He could freely hug anyone anytime without being a jealous troublemaker. AND HE LOVE IT.

"You're freezing my chest"

"Shut up, I want a hug"

"Fine...". Cartman rolled his eyes. "Hey, you two, get in or else"

"What?". Replied Kenny, smiling suggestively.

"If I close the door you'll freeze your butts out there, horny freaks"

"You can't do that in Christmas"

"I can do whatever I want, I'm Santa tonight". Cartman dramatically moved his hand as it was an actor or maybe a character from a theater play. The best part of it was that he remained one of his hands around Stan's back, and it looked more like an inspiring quote than a threat.

"Then, may I ask you to fuck me, 'my dearest Santa Clausman'?"

"SHUT UP". Cartman blushed.

Stan laughed. Craig was sitting in a corner of the sofa looking at the scene in silence. He distracted himself by looking at the rest of the Christmas decorations. Cartman's house couldn't be described as dull, though. Two trees, fully decorated, one in the entrance, the other one next to the kitchen. Christmas lights surrounding the entire perimeter of the ceiling, shining in rose, red, yellow, light green, turquoise, navy blue, purple and white... They seemed more for a Pride party than Christmas, but they were fine. A lot of stars hang from the ceiling, also from the stairs.

"The December and January bill is going to cost you an arm and a leg." Commented Craig looking at Cartman.

"It's worth it". Cartman replied while closing the door, finally the threatened ones entered the house. Tweek was the first one, he claimed he was freezing outside, Kenny just followed him in silence.

Craig got up and walked next to Kenny to the kitchen, following Cartman, Tweek and Stan. The kitchen was also fully decorated, the table was set up with red and white colors, the cups and glasses had little snowflakes made of paper stuck with extra-glue, more than they should, probably; the dishes with Christmas style were empty, but over the napkins there were little presents like wedding ring cages, perfectly wrapped.

"What.the.fuck?"

All eyes fall into Craig's. His expression was shocked, he couldn't ever imagine Cartman would prepare all of that by his own and from the heart, without expecting anything in return. Did his mother help him or what? It was completely unbelievable.

Definitely the Christmas spirit possessed him... Cartman crossed his arms and stared at Craig, frowned when he assumed Craig said that in a critical way. Maybe he raised some defensive barriers from that moment on. It could become awkward if it extends in time... Stan wanted a magical Christmas dinner and night, not having two of his boyfriends in a permanent state of anger... Or tense. Surely Tweek and Kenny would turn out with some kind of wisecrack to break that tense moment, especially Kenny, he was an expert on that. But he hadn't time for that, Craig asked:

"Did you prepare everything?"

"Obviously"

"And cooked?"

"Of course, bitch". He frowned. "Who do you think I am?". claimed. "I'm not as useless as you may think. Surely you didn't even think of wearing something special for tonight."

Stan and Kenny laughed at that sarcasm. Tweek remained in silence, just staring at Craig's confused eyes. Cartman and Craig shared a tense critical look. It became awkward.

"Can I eat?" Thanks, Kenny; thought Stan.

"No". He said severely. Kenny, once again, pouted. "You won't convince me, I haven't finished preparing everything. Indeed, I need you, Tweek"

"I'm not supposed to work on Christmas"

"It's for a cake"

"... Well...". Tweek smiled a bit. "Maybe I can work a bit". Kenny smiled amazed and excited when Tweek approached Cartman's fridge and he took out from it a yellow bowl covered with a tape.

"Is it ok or not?"

"Yeah. But... Do you have a mold or something?"

"Yeah, I was wondering if I did it well or not"

"Oh, don't worry, it's ok. Good looking, good texture, good color. I think you can already bake it"

"Thanks". He closed the fridge door.

Tweek looked at him in shock, Stan and Craig stared at him with the same eyes. No one said a thing, instead, they remained in silence while Cartman looked for one mold with a certain shape.

"Instead of waiting, looking at me like stupid clowns, shall you go to my room? I prepared your outfit in there"

"Sweet"

"Do not gossip"

"Too late. Kenny's already running up the stairs...". advised Stan.

Cartman rolled his eyes and focused on what he was doing. He set the oven, put the cake in after putting the mass on a red mold in a heart shape, which was greased with oil to take it out easily later. He cleaned his hands and his look went all over the kitchen, everything was perfectly prepared.

"Perfect..."

He crawled down and went up the stairs relaxed. The door was opened, some laughs and chuckles came out of it. He glanced at his room and put an automatic smile on his face. Craig was sitting in his chair, almost laying on it; he was already wearing the sweater, navy blue and white letters in which can be read "Snow time". Some of the decorations were some snowmans and snowflakes. His dark blue, almost black, jeans combined relatively well with the sweater. He was looking at his phone, probably tiktok. The black phone case with a ring stick to hang it out surrounded one of his fingers like a wedding silver ring.

"What the hell are you doing?". asked, crossing his arms. "I can listen to you from the kitchen". exaggerated.

"I want the green one"

"I want it too"

"The green one was for Tweek, the purple for Kenny and the red for Stan. Now shut up already and dress yourselves. NOW". Stan looked down, realizing he was wearing the purple one. "Kenny, just grab the red one, do be a selfish bitch". Kenny pouted again.

"Whatever...". rolled his eyes and left the sweater on Tweek's hands, then grabbed the red sweater and analyzed for a few seconds. "I'll be a tree ball, then"

The red sweater had a tree ball design. Psychedelic abstract forms in red, green and white colors, stripes, circles and snowflakes with some glitter were included in. Stan stared at Kenny while he took out his orange jacket and white tank top and put in the sweater.

"Warmy...", emitted in a childish voice.

The green one, once Tweek managed to put in with all the trembles and shakes, was a Christmas tree with a shiny gold star over it, all decorated with red balls and some presents. It had a design of Christmas light bulbs in the sleeves, in yellow and red colors.

"Finally". said Craig. "You're ready?"

"Yeah..." said all of them at the same time.

The purple one was the most decorated one, not only for the mountains in the back and the snow in the bottom of the sweater, also for the cottage with smoke, the city in his back, the Santa Claus traveling around the world with a long, long list of naughty and good kiddos. The little kids on the snow, playing with it, also the white sleeves, in which they had footsteps from the reindeers.

"You two were supposed to—". Cartman cleared his throat. "Whatever, sit now. I'll start preparing the dinner."

"It's like a buffet or we had one dish assigned?"

"Buffet"

Kenny gasped and smiled with stars in his eyes. He applauded with excitement and jumped in the seat a few times. He was sitting next to Tweek, he smiled a bit and got close to him to kiss his temple. Stan and Craig were sitting together. The second one was passing his arm around Stan's chair, relaxed, while looking at what Cartman was doing with the pans and preparing the dishes, talking out the aluminum paper.

"I'm serious, why can't we have an orgy tonight?"

"What do you want? The basement wrapped with chains or the cold floor of my room being slapped without mercy?"

"..."

For a moment everyone thought Kenny rejected the idea of the org—

"BOTH". Nevermind.

"Oh dear God. Kenny. You'll go to hell.". said Tweek with a bit of disapproval.

"Fuck yeah..."

Stan rolled his eyes, trying to control himself and not exploiting in laughs, it was difficult, and almost chuckled. He could control himself, luckily. Craig carrised his shoulder, and smiled a bit, then got closer and kissed his forehead, moving Stan's face looking at him.

"No need to avoid laughing, darling"

Stan blushed. Sometimes he must admit he was ashamed of laughing, even when he was surrounded by his loved ones. Stan didn't know why, and usually a knot formed in his throat or his chest when he thought about that. It was not a matter of being scared for being criticized, he was not afraid of that. In fact, not Stan even knew what made him feel that insecure when he wanted to laugh. It was not the same while smiling.

"Welp, bitches; there.". He placed two golden trays on the table, there were different 'canapes' or something like that. It looked really posh and sophisticated. "No eat yet, Kenny; I have more things than this, and I want to take a photo..."

"I didn't know you did those things...". said Tweek confused, raising an eyebrow slowly.

"I don't. But it's our first Christmas together"

The four of them remained in silence, but all of them were in shock. The first one that reacted was Kenny, he got up and threw himself, hugging Cartman tightly, Stan was the second who had that reaction. Craig and Tweek didn't get up from the table, they just watched how Cartman responded to that warm hug. Kenny filled Cartman's face with kisses, which made him yell and get rid of Kenny due to his cloyingness. Kenny was satisfied enough, but even so, he hugged Stan, passing one arm around his neck. Stan was the shortest, the cutest, the baby... The consent one... But Stan wasn't aware of it.

Craig was the serious, sweet, soft one. Tweek was the anxious, caring and lovely one. Cartman was the selfish, childish and manipulative in a good way (?) one. Kenny was the cloying, huggable, talkative, and hyperactive one. And, as it should be... Stan was the consent, purest, cutest and silent one... The one who shares all his love unconditionally no matter what...

How did that dynamic develop? No one knew, but they were happy the way they were, and they wouldn't change it. Even if sometimes Cartman and Craig fought. Even if sometimes Tweek got on his nerves by the hyperactive, destructive and clumsy energy from Kenny. Even if Stan sometimes needs to be alone and distress himself for too much social interaction.

Those little things were nothing when the important came. All the little problems that they have individually become inoffensive when they share them with the others... They knew they weren't the perfect relationship, but at least, they were trying to.

The End

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By Silvia Line /Ecchisforlife

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