Fittest Santa, ever! I would want to sit on his lap! :P
FANFICTIONAL .. NOT TRUE … NEVER HAPPENED .. and sorry it’s a short part x
"so boys .. ready for the new series ?" Ali asked them while they were heading to attend a meeting for the SNT 2004 series
"off course we are" Dec said with enthusiasm
"we have a lot of ideas like" Ant added smiling
They arrived the ITV tower and attended the meeting and it was a good one .. they lay out some new rules and new changes .. the boys suggested their ideas and they were accepted .. and after they finished there was nothing left to do except for meeting the new staffs ..
If it counts I also love him ;) amazing as always xx
FANFICTIONAL .. NOT TRUE .. NEVER HAPPENED ..
"well well well .. look what we have here eh ?" Anne teased as she entered the room
"shhhh he’s sleeping" Dec said
"awwwww they look adorable don’t they ?" Christen said
"I said shhh" Dec said rolling his eyes
"we need to take a photo" Christen…
Mary you’re the cutest writer ever omg x
Only a short part for plots sake. It’s not a cute chapter in any way and I’m not sure how the fic is going to pan out so it might get angsty later on. Nowt true, everything fictional, just call it a story x
The perfect greeting continued into the Living room. Fused together on the sofa, a tangle of arms and legs, inundated in kisses; Ant had said – in the most casual of ways – “Y’kna’ youse really shouldn’t leave us ever again.” It had intended to sound sweet. It was, at first. Until something poked its way through Dec’s pleasure-saturated haze and his eyebrows rose and his smile reversed to bared teeth. He pushed away Ant’s puckered lips and clambered to a standing position, towering over him for once. “What?”
“I shouldn’t leave?” Dec repeated. “I shouldn’t…? Anth I’m not the one.” He took a deep breath to calm himself; feeling tears forming and his emotions bubbling over as he recollected those particularly sensitive memories of only a few months ago. Suddenly all his emotions were expected to blend together and he no longer knew how to feel. “I’m not the one who leaves.”
Ant, lying there with crumpled clothing and swollen lips begging to be kissed and two stormy-skied eyes – one surrounded by a magnificently forming bruise – gazing up at him, looked blank for a moment. “But you just went…” After realising what Dec was implying his mouth snapped back shut. “Oh…that again.”
This certainly pressed Declan’s ‘anger button’. “THAT again?”
Ant sat up and tugged at the hem of his shirt to remove the creases. “I thought we were past that.” He sighed.
“No, you’re past it.” Dec insisted; a hand placed accusingly on his hip.
Ant reached out and took this hand and pressed his lips to Dec’s wrist. “I want us both to be past it.” If there was one thing Ant had always been good at, it was showing just the right amount of tenderness to pull at Declan’s heart strings.
Not wanting to be defeated by such a sugar-coated comeback, Dec checked back in with a newly fuelled fire of anger burning inside him. “You were past it before I even knew about it.” It was a good shot, he told himself.
Ant frowned and nuzzled Declan’s palm. Tenderness – excellent return. “Declan please, I don’t understand. I explained. You understood. You said it would be for the best of our career – you said so! It’s done.”
This was true. It should be done. Confusion was now added to this concoction of emotions and Declan began to wonder how many more feelings his heart could physically handle in a single moment. In the time it took for him to mull that irrelevant question over, anger and frustration had reached their limit and nothing was holding him back from exploding.
“Anth you left us! You left us for two whole weeks to go on a fucking honeymoon with your new wife! Don’t you dare tell us that going to see me Mam will ever compare to that – don’t you dare! Of course it’s the right move for our career, I can’t see dumping your ‘girlfriend’ immediately followed by announcing our relationship having a positive outlook in the media, can you? No, I didn’t fucking think so. I kna’ our career is important Anth, especially now with our film and all our shows and book possibilities but – for once – all I wanted was for our personal lives to come first. Think how many personal goals we’ve sacrificed for the sake of getting to where we are today? Remember how we wanted to adopt? Wanted to do a road trip of Oz, seen as we go every year but have never had time to experience it? Even little things, like showing public affection, we’ve had to forego because of the press. So pardon me for being a little sensitive over this…”
Anthony was sat still caressing Dec’s hand with his thumb, just listening. The topic had been the elephant in the room for some time now, ever since he’d first told him of his plans.
“Decky, Decky calm down. We still have time to do everything we want to do and so much more. I did this to make our lives easier, don’t youse see that?” Dec shook his head stubbornly. “I proposed to Lisa so we became safe. We have been speculated in the media so much, predictably, because of Alien Autopsy and I’m A Celebrity and everything else. With one of us married, the likelihood of them writing about ‘us’ massively decreases, allowing us to continue with our work without the worry of the press overwhelming us. I did this to protect youse Declan, because I love ya.”
His hastily built walls were beginning to buckle. Declan bit his lip determined to still fight his corner, believing he had still received the short end of the stick in this scenario. “Aye, fair enough youse doing that to protect our relationship but at the end of the day like you still got to bugger off newly wedded whilst I’m here looking sad and single. You weren’t in the country when the press were publishing with giddy fingers about that. I had to stand at your wedding and watch you announce your true love to another person – a woman – with a lump in my throat wishing it was us standing opposite youse repeating it all back. That fucking hurt Ant. Then after all that, you thought the best way to sympathise with us was to sod off on that fucking fake honeymoon! Well y’kna’ what Ant, that didn’t work. Look where we are now; our on screen careers are at the best we’ve ever been, but face to face I’ve never known it worse.”
To be continued (god this is turning a bit sad oops) x
3 Kings <3
I say we get to part 50 by Christmas :P next part of mine and Laura’s joint fic, sorry it took a while. Nowt true fictional everything falalalalala x
Dec was trembling. His hands were uncontrollably shaking so much he lost grip of his cutlery and it clattered onto the fresh tablecloth - no doubt staining it with splashes of gravy.
The silence continued. It wasn’t often the family of nine struggled to muster a word so the knots in Declan’s stomach tightened all the more. He didn’t know where to look or what to say; his unresponsive family had him petrified and feeling nauseous, with tears cascading down his flushed cheeks.
"Ma…Ma please say summot" he pleaded in an attempt to kill the silence.
The table’s eyes all focused on the shell-shocked Mother, who cleared her throat lightly despite it being so dry she worried she couldn’t speak.
"I think you need to go to your room Declan" she calmly insisted in a croaked whisper, without expressing an ounce of emotion.
Quaking, he scraped his chair away from the table and left with one last look at his aghast siblings and parents, bursting into tears instantaneously and pelting out the room.
Silence returned. The now forgotten meal turned sour on their forks and no one dared to try stomach it now. Not even the recently fallen snow that dusted the view outside the Dining room window offered any consolation for the shocking news that had been revealed.
"I’m sorr-" Dermott began, but was harshly cut off by his Father.
"Actually I think it best if you all left, there seems no point in you staying as the night has been disrupted now. Go all of you please."
As the siblings filed out Anne was consoled by Moyra.
"Mam, if it means anything, I watched them on holiday and they were so so good together…"
"Just… Just go now darling please" Anne whispered with her head in her hands. "Just go"
Alph was at the door watching his older children leave.
"And please don’t mention this to anyone, you hear me? Until this is sorted it’s a strictly personal matter."
One by one they left and finally it was just the parents who had now vacated to the living room, Anne still in floods of tears.
"Al, what do we do?"
He shrugged but his face showed kindness. “What can we do? It’s a part of him so they say.”
Although he would never dare insult Anne’s religious beliefs, he didn’t believe in this day and age that an ‘omnibenevolent God’ would disapprove of someone because of their sexuality. In his eyes, loving was no sin. Whether he could convince his wife that, however, remained to be seen.
"It is not a part of him! I have brought my sons and daughters up better than that! Not only does it go against everything our family believes in but he is far too young to be labelling himself as this form of being!"
"This form of being Annie" Alph responded "is our son, who has always been sure of who he is and what he wants to do. Remember when he was eleven and wanted to audition for Geordie Racer? Remember how he bargained his pay on Byker in order to get the role? Declan will always be in control of himself and who he is, no amount of preaching is going to change that dear."
"Preaching?!" Anne screeched and glared at her husband, faint mascara streaks trailing from her eyes. "I will have you know Alphonsus Donnelly that when you put this ring on my finger you married me, you married my family and you also married my faith! If you have a problem with that then I’m sorry but you will have to follow your children and walk out that door. I will not compromise my religion and beliefs for anything and you well know that."
Back tracking slowly before their marriage became in jeopardy, Alph steered the conversation back to the original topic.
"What are you going to do pet, ignore him? He’s your son for Christ- I mean- for crying out loud. It would be much easer to talk things through with him. The poor bairn has felt the need to hide it from us all this time, and Dermott too."
Anne glowered from across the sofa. “No. I cannot talk to that boy right now. He and Anthony have caused me a great deal of stress over the past few months. There is not one part of me that wants to talk this over with him. I see no need for forgiveness on my part. If I refuse to mother him he will see the error of his ways and family life can return as normal.”
With that Anne flounced off upstairs to get ready for bed. Alph sighed and admitted silent defeat, at least for the night.
Following his wife upstairs he walked past Declan’s room to hear a small, broken hearted boy sobbing.
Peeping his head round the door, the Dad saw his spluttering son gulping for laboured breaths. Each hysterical sob thrashed through his small frame as he sat huddled on his windowsill gazing out at the falling snow.
Alph silently walked up to him and placed a loving hand on his shoulder. The unexpected contact made Declan jump; he turned his tear-stained face towards his Father and gulped waiting for him to speak.
"Best get some sleep son" he patted his shoulder "Nothing is ever as bad as it seemed once you get some rest."
"W…What about Mam?" Dec stuttered as he slid off the windowsill and was thrown some pyjamas.
"Your Mother…is tired too. It’s been a hard couple of weeks for her. Your Dad though has a very persuasive streak, has he not?" He smiled and gained a small one back.
"Aye, thanks Dad" Declan quickly changed his top and tightly hugged him. "I really am sorry, I didn’t mean to-"
Alph shushed him “Declan you’re my son, nowt will change that. Now into bed with ya, tomorrow is a new day.”
The next morning in the Donnelly house was bitter and dismal, a drastic contrast compared to the clean, fluffy blanket of snow framed in their windows - a scene that reminded all of them Christmas was fast approaching.
A groggy and nauseous Declan rose from his bed with a low level of optimism. Today was Monday - his worst day of the week - which meant no Byker filming, no lie in and possibly the worst of all: the annual school Christmas production. Thanks to his “performing experience” he was gifted a line too, which all resulted in a bleak looking day ahead of him.
Jumping up to unhook the dressing gown hanging on the back of his door, Dec shoved his already numb fists into his pockets and made his way to the bathroom to get washed.
His mind was swarming with fragments from last night’s events: "I can’t do this anymore!" "I think you should go to your room" "Lie for him!" "You’re my son, nowt will change that" "He doesn’t seem to care that it’s wrong!" "So wrong!"
The young-looking fourteen year old splashed his face with startling cold water (frozen pipes being the cause) and cast a glance at the blotchy face copying his actions in the mirror.
"It’s all going to be fine. Anth said so. Dad was fine. Mam will be fine. This won’t ruin Christmas, I promise" he meekly told himself.
The one benefit of frozen pipes on an exceptionally chilly morning was Declan got dressed a lot quicker than usual. With bags already packed all that was left to do was quickly gobble some breakfast and dash out the door.
However, unlike his usual routine of bouncing downstairs to toast and a hot chocolate waiting for him on the table, he found nothing. Instead the alarm notified the entire street that he had entered his kitchen and it took several attempts for him to silence it.
"Strange" he thought aloud, hovering aimlessly in the hallway "Mam is always first to turn the alarm off, she comes down when Dad gets up for work."
After a fairly thorough search, Declan discovered his Mam wasn’t in the kitchen, nor anywhere else downstairs. Running out of time Dec shoved a slice of bread into the toaster and anxiously pulled on snow boots in order to brace the icy conditions outside.
With breakfast in gloved hands Declan left for school wondering why his Mam wasn’t up and a contrite feeling in the pit of his stomach expressed he was the reason.
To be continued by Laura x
really rushed ending so yeah sorry about that x
they’ll never do time
a sentence for them has to end in a rhyme
One final selfie from the jungle. Thank you all so much for watching. We loved it A
Heart has melted and shattered into a million peices
Behold the two cutest creatures in all the world: Anty and Decky the Garden Goblins.
Just look at the way Dec looks at Ant
Haha, Clegg and Cameron have a long way to go on the bromance scale before they match ant and dec
ALL TIME LOW MAKES ME FEEL HAPPY AND SAFE AND ALIVE AND LIKE EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE OKAY AND THEY’RE SUCH GENUINE PEOPLE ALL TIME LOW IS LEGITIMATELY A FAMILY TO ME ALL TIME LOW IS MY SECOND HOME I’M FUCKING EMOTIONAL
Mmm who can’t resist a minstrel x
Why thank you kind anon! It’s my go, I was writing it last night but fell asleep. Will finish for this evening *i think* :) x