My Ant and Dec One shots

💚 Geordies In London [M]

Stumbled upon this by accident whilst procrastinating Spotlights. Please have fun 🏳️‍🌈🥰❤️ this is veryyyy mature...

Was he gay?

Could he be gay?

Someone like that?

Someone who moved through a crowded room so effortlessly. Not being seen by anyone but simultaneously seeing absolutely everything.

If it wasn't obvious already Ant was obsessed. He'd come to the pub for a quiet drink, a chance to watch the footie after a hard day at work. But he found himself captivated by something other than the match. By a short brown haired man, a bouncer.

Ant wasn't sure how to describe him. He was like nothing he'd ever seen before... compact, was the first word that came to mind. It was rare for Anthony to find men shorter than his 5ft 8 stature but this man seemed tailor made. Like something out of a dream.

If dreams could be so perfect.

He looked youthful, not in the sense of nativity and innocence because his eyes held the wisdom- the burden- of someone who'd seen things only time could show you.

The bouncers youth manifested itself in the physical sense. Ant thought he could perhaps have matched him in age but it was unlikely he could level with the kind of confidence the brown haired man was holding as he swept through the room.

The dark haired Geordie never really held intention of acting upon his crush, the universe just thrust them together. Quite literally.

It had all started with Ant ordering his usual at the bar, chatting lightly with the barmaid and trying to ignore the heckling he was getting from a bunch of Arsenal supporters at the other end of the pub. They'd heard his Geordie accent, thought they could have a little fun.

Ant had been minding his own business, waiting for his drink to come and trying not to look at the powerful man stood at the door. Although Anthony loved the man's looks, he was intimidated by him. He preferred to top in his relationships, he didn't think he could top a man like that.

One Arsenal lad had slid up beside him. As Ant's mind wondered, the boy's anger had increased tenfold at how no matter how hard he tried he wasn't getting a reaction.

He yanked Ants arm and the dark haired Geordie shoved him off.

"Touch me again kid I'll stick my fooken boot where the sun don't shine."

"Oy come on I'm only tryin' to be friendly mate."

"Too fucking friendly." Ant grunted, taking his beer and standing up.

"Hey what you disrespecting us for?!"

The lad wouldn't let Ant leave and wouldn't take fuck off seriously. There must've been 50 other people in that pub, and cause of Anthony's accent he was the one who got singled out and he was sick of it. His temper wearing thin and snapping when the lad laughed with his mates,

"—Maybe I'll go up north and give your mam a good shaggi—"

Ant wasn't a violent man but that first punch felt so fucking good and when the fight broke out, he didn't regret it even a little bit.

In the blink of an eye, it had all kicked off and the cheering around them turned deafening and carnal. He had the younger lad by the collar, dishing out a firm headbutt, trying to take him down whilst one of his mates jumped on Ant's back to pull him off and someone else was forcing themselves between them.

Ant's vision was blurred from the whack he'd received and he went for the person trying to take him out from behind.

As he reared back his fist he caught something to his left which hurt but he didn't pay much mind, too busy focusing on getting out of the scrap.