dsmp christmas oneshots

santa's elves

trigger warnings at the end of the oneshot

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dream waves goodbye to all the kids he can see staring at him as he stands up from his wide chair, holding a supporting hand under his pillow-stuffed belly as he lowers his voice to laugh out a loud, "ho, ho, ho! goodnight kids!"

after waving, he moves his hand to scratch at his fake beard as he turns to leave the marked-out area in the centre of the mall floor and retreat back into the small room that they had installed for the workers to change in. he hears kids shouting goodbye to him as he excuses himself and the thought of how many days he has made makes him feel all giddy on the inside.

he is one of two people in the built-up room as he enters, the other being a slightly younger blond girl who had been acting as one of his elves all day.

"any plans for the evening?" she asks as he makes his way over to the clothes rack and begins the process of removing the hefty santa costume that he had spent the last six hours sitting around in.

"nope, i'll probably just put on a christmas movie and get takeout or something," he answers, hooking the brown belt that he used to support his fake belly over the rack. from under his jacket, he tugs out the cushions that he stuffs in to create the illusion of weight on his generally toned body. "how about you?"

"well i'm not getting takeout, that's for sure," alyssa laughs, shaking her head. she is sitting at one of the prop-up desks at the edge of the room, removing the ridiculous makeup that the elf actors are required to wear. "i don't know how you do such long shifts but my two hours definitely don't give me spending money."

dream laughs shortly, hanging up his jacket and leaving his torso in only his usual vest as he reaches down to undo his pants. "to be fair, all i do is sit there and put on a voice while i chat with kids. you guys have to dance and stuff."

"that's true," she hums.

the door to their small room opens again and the second elf from their shift steps in carrying the equipment that they aren't allowed to leave out overnight in the mall. he was on clean-up, clearly.

"plus, if the santas changed too much throughout the day then the kids would get suspicious," dream points out. he feels more conscious as he undresses now, knowing that george could glance over and observe him at any given moment. "some people shop for hours."

"did you not notice one kid came around to see you three times today?" george asks. they have worked together for hours on end, multiple times a week, for the entirety of december, yet dream still feels special when the brunette speaks directly to him.

can he really be blamed for falling for the pretty brit when he is forced to watch him dancing around and being good with kids all day, whilst wearing leggings with mascara brushed up through his lashes and blush burning over his flawless cheeks?

"no, i didn't," dream admits, pushing his pants down to reveal his own tight black leggings. he always wears the same thing under his costume: partially to keep him warm, partially to travel to and from work in, partially so he doesn't have to get into his underwear when he changes in front of his coworkers.

unfortunately for the elves, it would be impossible for them to wear something under their tight clothes, so it has become somewhat of a tradition for them to hold up blankets in front of the female elves when they're getting in and out of their shirts and pants.