Ant and Dec One Shots

A Week Of Love And Care

It was a grey, rainy Monday, with droplets tapping rhythmically against the window panes, when Ant and Dec made up their minds: this week, Stephen deserved nothing less than complete spoiling. They exchanged knowing glances over steaming mugs of tea, each seeing the same determination reflected in the other's eyes. Stephen had been giving his all lately, but the toll it was taking on him was unmistakable. The usual brightness in his eyes had dimmed, and his laughter, while still present, didn't carry the same carefree joy they loved so much.

Their hearts ached for their sweet friend. He gave so much to everyone around him, often without realising how much it wore him down. For Ant and Dec, Stephen wasn't just a friend; he was family, and they wanted him to feel as treasured as he truly was. The thought of his tense shoulders and tired eyes made them exchange a soft, silent vow: this week would be all about him. They'd baby him, spoil him, and remind him of just how cherished he was-whether he protested or not.

The plan came together with ease. They'd set up his room with soft blankets, a mountain of pillows, and his favourite snacks. From the moment he woke up, they'd make sure he didn't lift a finger. Breakfast would be served in bed, complete with warm tea, freshly squeezed juice, and his favourite pastries, all delivered with a gentle kiss on his forehead. They'd dress him warmly and hold his hand, guiding him through each part of the day, not letting him worry about a single detail.

When they told him their plan, Stephen's cheeks flushed with surprise. "Oh, come on, I'm not that stressed," he tried to argue, a shy smile breaking through. But Ant and Dec simply shook their heads, each placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Shh, baby boy," Dec murmured, his voice soft but firm. "You deserve this, so let us take care of you, alright?"

Ant gave him a wink, adding, "This week, you don't have to be anything but our little one. We'll take care of every last thing."

Stephen tried to hide his blush, but a warmth flooded over him, softening his resolve. And so, from that rainy morning forward, he let himself fall into the gentle rhythm of their care. He had never felt so completely adored, and with each passing day, a little more of the tension in his shoulders eased. By midweek, he would find himself falling asleep wrapped in their arms, feeling safer than he had in a long, long time.

Day 1: The Sweet Beginning

As soon as Stephen arrived at Ant's flat, he was greeted by a warm, enveloping hug from Dec, who didn't let go until Stephen's cheeks were flushed with the comfort of it. "You're looking too precious today, little one," Dec murmured, his voice gentle as he ruffled Stephen's hair with a fondness that radiated from every touch. Stephen felt a familiar warmth fill his chest, something about Dec's words making him feel instantly at ease, like he'd just walked into a cosy embrace he didn't know he needed.

"Ah, there he is!" Ant chimed in, his face lighting up with a playful grin as he approached. "We've got a whole week of pampering planned for you, my lovely boy!" His eyes sparkled with mischief, and Stephen could already tell that the two had concocted some sort of plan just for him.

"Really?" Stephen's curiosity bubbled over, a smile tugging at his lips as he tried to imagine what they had in store. "What do you have in mind?"

Ant and Dec exchanged one of their classic mischievous glances, practically bouncing with anticipation. "Oh, you'll see!" Dec replied with a wink, leaving Stephen both intrigued and a little flustered. He followed them inside, feeling completely taken care of as they led him to the couch. The sun was setting, casting a cosy golden glow across the room that made everything feel warm and safe.

Once they settled, Ant took Stephen's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You're not going to lift a finger this week," he declared, his voice soft yet full of authority. He guided Stephen's head to rest in his lap, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along Stephen's shoulder. "Just relax, sweetheart. Let us take care of everything."