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💚Oneshot: Thrashing Through the Snow (Reader x Megadeth)💚

This was requested by rasvu_xx. Thank you for the request, love!

You woke up and looked across the bed, Dave shook his head as he woke up on Christmas Eve. He loved Christmas. He didn't love dressing up as Santa to satisfy the childhood dreams of Junior.

Junior still believed in Santa. You thought that it was adorable, Marty and Nick found it to be hilarious, and Dave found it to be extremely depressing. It angered him. Dave remembered the day he found out Santa wasn't real. It pissed him off greatly when he found out Santa was a lie. So, he was pissed that Junior never had to realize Santa wasn't real. 

The worst part is that, Dave had to be the liar. Every Christmas, they dressed Dave up as Santa. And Marty had to go as an elf. Nick, was Mrs. Clause, the dog, Bowie got dressed up as a reindeer, and you had to keep everyone in line. 

You happened to be on your period on this particular Christmas Eve. 

"Y/N," Dave whined, "I don't wanna be Santa."

"Do it for Junior, Dave," you said.

"What's you deal?" Dave asked.

"It's that time of month," you whispered.

"Do you? Do you need a bucket?" Dave offered. 

"No, not yet," you said, "What I do need is for you to be Santa for Junior. Just this one day a year."

Dave rolled his eyes.

"I love you," you cooed. 

He giggled.

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"Okay, Junior, you wait in the living room and Santa might be here soon," you smiled. 

You helped David get dressed up as Santa, Nick as Mrs. Clause, and Marty as an elf. Oh, and you can't forget about Bowie as a reindeer. 

You walked into the room with a camera, hoping to capture the excitement on Junior's face when he saw 'Santa' come to see him. 

Dave sat down in a chair and Junior followed him to sit on his lap. 

"So, uh what do you want for Christmas?" Dave asked, awkwardly. 

"I want new strings for my bass, maybe a double bass, and I want some new pajamas," Junior listed. 

Dave began to fall asleep.

"Uh, Mrs. Clause I think Santa died," Junior said.

"I'm sure he just fell asleep," Nick said, his voice higher than Roger Taylor's falsetto.

You were about to go over and wake Dave up, but your period said otherwise. You knew you were gonna puke. 

Marty, the elf, got up to help you.

"Y/N you said you didn't need a fucking bucket," Dave screamed. 

Junior gasped. 

"Here, Junior, stay on Santa's lap," Nick said in his Mrs. Clause voice. 

"Shut up, Mrs. Clause," Junior said, "With all do respect to you, your husband is a fake, I know you're Dave."

"What are you talking about?" Marty asked, in an overdone elf voice.

"Santa's too jolly to say 'fuck'," Junior said. 

When you came back from the bathroom, you saw Junior crying. 

"Tonight we are going to have a serious talk," you declared. 

~ ~ ~

Junior didn't leave his bedroom till dinner and you said, "Baby, I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but-" 

"No, I've known for a while, now, I just couldn't admit it," Junior said, "I'm sorry."

"So you made dress up as Santa for years, even though you knew he wasn't real?" Dave yelled.

"Well yeah I mean they made us some memories," Junior smiled.

"Merry Christmas, from your friendly Dave dressed up as Santa," Dave said.

"Merry Christmas!" they all replied.

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