Yogsmas - Yogscast (COMPLETED)

Day Five - "that lovely cure we call strippin"

On the fifth day of Christmas, the Yogscast gave to me,

Some Clumsy Sapling Swirls - Martyn Littlewood(Inthelittlewood), Sam Thorne(Strippin)

You couldn't tell how long you and Martyn had been carrying the boxes of Christmas decorations back and forth from the common room to his office, but you both knew you had extremely sore backs and hadn't even placed up a single bit of tinsel. Something about his cheerful enthusiasm had made you a bit more willing to help him out with this project, but now, you were starting to regret it.

"Was this really that good of an idea?" you asked, rubbing your back with your hand as Martyn lumbered in behind you carrying yet another box filled with baubles.

"Yeah, you gotta get into the Christmas spirit," Martyn grinned at you as you glared back angrily.

"All I heard from that was spirit." you muttered earning a laugh.

"You've been spending too much time with the hat boys, does Smith give you his whiskey?" Martyn teased causing you to shake your head vigoriously. You couldn't help but noticed that a lot of people liked to point that out.

"No no, not whiskey, not me," you stated firmly, "much more of a champagne and caviar girl me."

"You don't even like fish." Martyn protested with a laugh and you nodded along, mumbling under your breath sheepishly. He placed down the last box and both of you glanced around at the collection gathered at your feet. Boxes filled up with tinsel, baubles, Christmas styled Minecraft characters and old cards collected from the fans over the years.

"Where to start?" you sighed, tapping your foot against the closest one.

"Tinsel?" Martyn suggested and you nodded reluctantly. It didn't take long for the both of you to end up covering most of his walls and computer screen with the fuzzy red and green stuff - and, at a snap of genius, you designed out a sapling swirl using the green one in the middle of his wall before stapling it down to the paint.

"Clever," Martyn nodded in approval as you both stepped back to admire your handy work, "but how the hell you managed to staple the wall?"

"I honestly have no idea." you chuckled. Then the two of you moved on the the baubles, delicately hanging them off the edge of his shelves and the tinsel, you even managed to fit the three santa-styled Honeydew's along the top of his computer. The room suddenly seemed a lot more of a cozy festive Christmas mess then it had before and you grinned proudly at it.

"When are you going to start on your tree?" Martyn asked, crossing his arms and taking a step back to look with you before digging into yet another one of those sagging over cardboard boxes.

"God no, I haven't even managed to put it up in a place that I don't care about the constant shedding of needles," you grumbled, face palming and causing Martyn to laugh slightly as he continued his way about the room with more tinsel.

"Of course not," you heard him chuckle, your face still covered by your hand.

"Coffee break?" you suggested, glancing over at Martyn as he balanced precariously on his desk and tried to recreate your attempt of stapling tinsel to the wall. Instead...

"Shit!" Martyn cried, dramatically chucking the stapler to one side and jumping back off the desk - almost landing in one of the boxes - and began clasping his hand close to his chest, "oh god," he muttered continuously, you ran up to him instantly, grabbing his hand from where he was nursing it and checked it over. The middle of his thumb was split open and bleeding drastically, causing you to sigh.

"Only you Martyn," you mumbled, taking his other hand and leading him out into the corridor where Strippin had peered out of his  office to check what the fuss was about, eyes widening at the sight of you both dragging yourself limply down the corridor.

"What on earth?" he asked, trailing his words away when he noticed the blood that covered your hand, "bloody hell, are you OK?"

"Not my blood," you hissed, which probably made the situation seem a lot more worrying then before, "drama queen here decided to staple his hand to the wall." you gestured in Martyn's direction who was blowing gently on where his thumb was bleeding in a weak attempt to get it to stop.

Strippin sighed and yet seemed amused, "plasters in the kitchen."

"Got it," you nodded to him before dragging a moaning Martyn into the kitchen and sitting him down on the counter, digging through all the cupboards, "you're an idiot, you know."

"How the hell did you not staple yourself?" Martyn cried in disbelief, and you shrugged in return; your brain far too preoccupied, "you're the clumsiest person I know!"

"Charming," you muttered, "ah ha!" you cheered in victory, pulling out a packet of plasters and shovelling out the first one you could grab. You peeled it back and covered over Martyn's thumb, before talking as though you were a doctor, "right, Littlewood, I'm going to have to ask you to be prescribed to no longer using staplers and being kissed on the thumb twice a day by that lovely cure we call Strippin. Got it?"

Martyn nodded, struggling to hold back laughter, "yes sir."

"Good boy," you winked before moving away so he could jump down from the counter with a thud, "honestly, we are seriously the worst people to be putting up decorations on our own."

"We're not calling in Lewis," Martyn said sternly, a hint of humour in his tone. Both of you shuddered at the thought of Lewis taking over the decorating, imagining the military standard he would force you both into.

"Want a break then? I could attempt to sort out your blood-covered mess of a sapling if you want," you shrugged, peering into the room as you both arrived back from the kitchen, boxes still scattering the floor and blocking most of the way in and the tinsel he had left was swinging from the wall, red mangled in throughout the sparkling green, "or throw it away and burn it."

"Yeah," Martyn laughed, now seeming less effected by his injury then when it wasn't hidden from view, "that's gonna need a lot of decontamination." You let out a deep sigh through your nose, taking in the room fully, it was way too small to be filled with that many decorations, not to mention there was the rest of the Yogscast needing to use the same tinsel to Christmas up their own rooms.

"We've gone a bit overboard haven't we," you concluded, giving Martyn a lop-sided look as he too studied the perhaps salvageable mess of festive fun.

"Maybe," he mumbled, not really concentrating. His expression intense as he stared at it, fingers still fiddling with the plaster wrapped around his thumb and his eyes narrowed slightly as though annoyed. His jaw clenched and his hair messy and his eyes clouded over with thought, you lay a gentle finger against the corner of his arm, your touch causing him to jump as though being thrown out of the world he was slowly trapping himself in.

"Hey," you whispered reassuringly, causing his eyes to flicker to you, hopeful and searching for a sign of good news, "we can fix this." you told him determinedly, causing a smile to break out in his face.

"I know," he nodded, "but first, we need to find an extra assistant."

"Trottski?" you suggested.

"Trottski." Martyn nodded.

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Love you Martyn, you deserve all the happiness in the world.

Uploading early today as I'll be out later

BTW, that stapling tinsel to the wall thing, true story, my friend Lucy's mum is amazing for being able to do it and three years later she still has a scar down the middle of her thumb where she literally had to peel out the staple - lovely image for you there.

- A xxx