A/N:This fic is heavily influenced by music. You can obviously still read and enjoy without it but I strongly recommend listening to the provided playlist. I will note in the text when a particular song's section starts. The songs and order are below. Hypster playlists/userid/5440908?7252565 .

You're Not Alone - Saosin

The Anthem- Good Charlotte

Seven Deadly Sins - Flogging Molly

Pegboard Nerds - Hero

Closing Time - Semisonic

I Miss You - Blink 182

Human - Jon Bellion

Tetris - Dr P

Rather Be - Clean Bandit

Walking the Dog - Fun.

While We're Young - Jhene Aiko

"Helen!" Hilda greeted her sister as she beareled through the door. "My God its been aaaages!" She pulled her sister into a hug while her husband ushered the rest of the family in.

Tweek stood in the middle of the stares and stared at his family flooding into his house. There was Hilda and her husband Reginald.

"Richard!" Reginald bellowed over the corous of greetings and squealing children. "Its good to see you ol chap!" Reginald moved to the states when he was in college and never quit using his old slag. Hilda found it charming and exotic, but Tweek always found it pretentious. Craig would always call him 'old bean' and 'old carrot', any old vegetable really. It annoyed the hell out of him and Tweek loved it. God he missed Craig.

"Reg!" Richard embraced his brother in law. "How was the flight?"

"Good good. Now where is that queer boy of yours?" He asked scanning the living room. "Did he bring his little .. uh buddy? Or has he finally grown out of that?"

"No Reginald," Tweek's mother rolled her eyes. "my son has not grown out of a phase he is not in."

"Now Helen, Reggie was was just joshin'" Hilda said coming to her husbands defense. "Weren't you Reginald?"

"Why Helen," Reg placed his hand over his heart. "You know queer doesn't mean homosexual where I'm from. He's just strange thats all."

Tweek rolled his eyes and moved his attention to his cousins. Muriel, Malcom, Mark, and Macie were milling around the living room. Why was his mothers family obsessed with alliteration? For god sake she named her son Tweek Tweak. Who does that? Malcom and Mark started shoving each other next to the fireplace while Muriel talked on the phone to some friend and Macie played with a doll on the couch. Mark and Malcom were the oldest and twin 15 year old boys. Muriel was technically the middle child at 13 and Macie was 7. She was the only tolerable one in Weeks opinion. She never thought it was weird that Tweek had a boyfriend. Of course Craig had been around since Macie was born.

Macie looked up and smiled in Tweek's direction. She used her dolls hand to wave in his direction. Tweek smiled and waved back. Taking a deep breath headed down the stairs. "Hey Mace how are you?" He plopped onto the couch and pulled her onto his lap.

Macie giggled as he bounced her on his leg."Im good Uncle Tweek." She giggled.

"He's your cousins," Muriel rolled her eyes. "not your uncle stupid."

"Hey fag!" Mark called from on top of his brother.

"You're to one straddling your own brother." Tweek shot back and retuned to tickling Macie.

Malcom struggled under Mark and Muriel continued to talk on her cellphone. The two sets of parents made their way into the kitchen after moving all of the gifts under the tree. Since Hilda and her family lived across the country in Pensilvania they do the "family" Christmas presents on Thanksgiving day. It started back when Reginald's family would fly them out to London to visit for the holiday. Reginalds technical name was Lord Reginald Cavendish Marquess Lakefield. Hilda would never let the family forget that she was a marchioness over there. Until she found out that Reginald was disowned for is massive debt and marrying a commoner from the states. Now they didn't really need to do Christmas on Thanksgiving, but the tradition has stuck.

The sound of dishes clanking and liquid being poured eminated from the kitchen. Tweek sighed and made his way into the kitchen. Better to get this over with as soon as possible.

"Tweek!" Hilda rose from her seat and embraced him. "How's my favorite nephew? Hmm?" She pinched his cheek.

"Hey Hildy." Tweek greated using the nick name Criag had givegiven here years ago. "I'm your only nephew."

"Well that may be true, but-"

"Until Craig and I get married, that is." Tweek interjected.

Hilda's eyes grew to the size of saucers. "W-well." she shuddered and looked at her sister. "Isn't this something. Right Reginald?"

"Yes. Quite." he paused to take a sip of his scotch. "Indubitibly."

"So," Hilda continued and sipped on her soda water. "I take it this means this you still don't have a girlfriend?"

"No aunt Hilda," Tweek sighed. "Craig and I are still together."

"Where is that little monster anyway?"

"He had to visit his family in Denver this year."

"Oh good!" She clapped her hands together. "Finally we can have a proper family holiday."

"Hilda!" Tweek's mom snapped. "Craig has been here for the last seven six Thanksgiving holidays. He is part of this family and you will not be like that." She set the turkey down on the table and glared at her sister.

"I-i-its ok mom," Tweek swallowed a lump in his throat.

Reginald clicked his tongue. "Oh poor chap. Still haven't gotten over that stutter have you?"

Tweek rolled his eyes and for the millionth time wished Craig was there. He could imagine him filling his aunt and uncle off and leading him out of the room. He had always been his knight in shining armor and it sucked not having him here with him. "I-it comes and goes." he responded lamely.

"Yes, well, you really should learn to control that. Tweek my boy, if I may speak candidly." Reginald cleared his throat and leaned back into his chair at the table. "If You can't even speak straight in front of family how do you suppose to get a job? Do you expect to work for your parents forever? Or god forbid take over this coffee project they have."

"I have to go check out the turkey," Tweek cut in and stormed out of the kitchen. "Fucking douce." He murmured to himself and went to retrieve the turkey from the smoker. For the first time the bitter cold was a welcome change. The cold air assaulted his lungs and face, clearing the rage and tears from his mind. He took a deep breath and lifted the lid on the smoker pausing to soak in the heat.

"What in God's name has gotten into you two!" Helen snapped as her sister.

"Oh Helen," Hilda frowned. "We just want what is best for our nephew."

"Oh go to hell." Helen spat at her sister. "You leave the raising of my child to me. He's GAY Hilda. Get over it."

"Well I just feel like you haven't tried very hard to fix him." Hilda said and took a sip of her soda water.

"Oh thats rich coming from an alcoholic."

"RECOVERING." Hilda enunciated.

"RELAPSING at best. Hows your vodka soda Hilda?" Tweek's mother reached into her sisters purse and pulled out a miniature bottle of Sky vodka and slammed it onto the table. "You get drunk every year. Thats not recovering!"

"Stay out of my purse you heathen!" Hilda spat and snatched her bottle off the table.

While the sisters were yelling Mark and Malcolm came running into the kitchen. Richard was soon to follow with Macie his his arms and Muriel taking up the rear.

"Yeah Jen, I gotta go. My mom is losing her shit." Muriel clicked off her phone and leaned against the frame of the entry way.

"Watch your mouth young lady!" Hilda scolded her daughter.

"Watch your liquor old lady." She sassed back and rolled her eyes.

Tweek used his elbow to push open the sliding glass door to the kitchen while he balanced the turkey on the serving tray. "Hey can someone help me with -"

He was cut of my a full fledge civlil war. Muriel and his mother were having a damn near full blown intervention at the kitchen table with Hilda. Mark and Malcom were shoving each other arguing about something that didn't matter. Richard was arguing with Reginald gesturing aggressively in Tweek's general direction. Tweek stopped dead in she tracks.

Oh god. Ohhh god. ohgodohgodohgodohgod. What the fuck is going on! His eyes bounced from the table to the floor to the counter to the turkey to the screaming Macie on the ground. He tried to swallow his heart that had moved to his throat to calm down but it seemed impossible. He dropped the turkey onto the counter, swooped Macie into his arms and made a beeline for his room.

Tweek shut and locked his door. "Hush now." he soothed the crying girl and set her down onto the bed. "Alexa play some music."

"Ok. Playing music from your library." The female voice responded and Jon Bellion's Human started playing. -Play Human by Jon Bellion -

Macie turned into Tweek's chest and continued to cry. Be strong Tweek. Be her Craig today. Make him proud.