Ant and Dec One Shots

Emotional Support And Guidance

It had been a long, draining week for Ant and Dec. Between the relentless filming schedule, meetings, and the constant hum of public scrutiny, they'd barely had a moment to catch their breath. Friday night finally arrived, and instead of going out, they both agreed to just head back to Ant's place for a quiet night in.

As they entered the flat, Ant placed a gentle hand on Dec's back, guiding him in with a reassuring squeeze. He could tell Dec was carrying the weight of something unspoken, something that had been building over the past few days. Dec offered him a small smile, though Ant could see the exhaustion behind it.

They settled onto the couch, wrapped in the familiar comfort of each other's presence, not needing to say much. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow over them, amplifying the calmness they both craved. Ant shifted closer, reaching over to take Dec's hand, letting his thumb brush slowly across his knuckles.

"Rough week, huh?" Ant asked gently, his voice soft.

Dec took a deep breath, leaning his head against Ant's shoulder. "Yeah. Feels like it's been a rough month," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "Everything's just...a lot. You know?"

Ant nodded, squeezing Dec's hand a little tighter. "I know," he replied softly. "And I'm right here, Dec. Always."

They sat like that for a while, their silence as comforting as words could ever be. Ant wrapped his arm around Dec's shoulder, pulling him closer, and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple, lingering there, letting Dec feel every ounce of support he was offering.

Dec closed his eyes, letting himself melt into Ant's embrace, and for the first time in days, he felt like he could finally exhale. "Thanks, mate," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Ant tilted his head slightly to rest against Dec's, their breaths slow and in sync. "You don't ever have to think about that," he said firmly, brushing his thumb across Dec's shoulder. "You and me-we're a team. Always have been, always will be."

Dec leaned further into Ant, letting the calmness of the moment wash over him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this grounded. In moments like these, with just Ant by his side, all the noise and chaos of the outside world seemed to fade away.

After a while, Ant spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. "Whatever's been bothering you, you know you can tell me, right?" His tone was gentle, offering support without pressure.

Dec sighed, his fingers curling around Ant's. "It's just...everything lately. It feels like I'm always being pulled in a thousand directions, and I can never quite find my footing. But then there's you, always so steady." He paused, looking up at Ant with a grateful smile. "You're my anchor, Ant."

Ant's heart warmed at the words, and he reached up to gently brush a stray lock of hair from Dec's forehead. "And you're mine, Dec. Don't think for a second you have to carry this on your own." He wrapped both arms around Dec, holding him close as if to shield him from every worry, every burden.

In the soft, quiet stillness of Ant's living room, they found a sense of peace, wrapped up in each other's support. They didn't need big gestures or grand words. Just being there, silently holding one another, was enough.

As they stayed close, Ant finally whispered, "We're gonna get through anything, Dec. Just like we always have. Together."

Dec closed his eyes, his heart swelling with a quiet, overwhelming gratitude. In that moment, he knew that as long as he had Ant by his side, he could face whatever life threw his way.