I apologise if this has been asked already or if you have put it somewhere.
I was just curious if you only write Character x Reader or if you do Character x Character.
Because if you do Character x Character I was hoping to request some hurt/comfort for Ant and Spider in HBH, were one of them fights with their mum and goes to the other.
Thank you and it's obvious perfectly fine if you don't do that.
Hey, thank you for your Request🫶🏻 I only do Character x Character if someone requests it 😊
I hope you like it!
Safe Harbor
Spider× Ant
Genre:Angst
Summary: Spider, upset after a fight with his mum, seeks comfort at his best friend Ant's house. Overwhelmed by emotions, Spider breaks down, and Ant offers quiet support without judgment. As Spider vents about feeling inadequate, Ant reassures him, reminding him he’s more than enough. The two share a quiet, intimate moment, with Ant providing a sense of safety and understanding.
Word Count:2,717 Words
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Content Warning:
This story contains themes of abuse (both physical and emotional) and trauma related to an unsafe home environment. It explores feelings of fear, isolation, and the process of seeking help. Please read with care if these topics are sensitive or triggering for you.
Spider couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this angry. His chest was tight with frustration, hands trembling as he gripped the front door handle, hesitating for just a moment before yanking it open and storming out. The cold night air hit his face like a slap, but it wasn’t enough to cool down the heated mess of emotions bubbling beneath the surface.
“You’re wasting your life!” His mum’s voice still echoed in his ears, sharp and biting. “You need to grow up, Spider. You can’t just keep pretending everything’s a joke!”
He kicked a rock off the pavement, muttering under his breath as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, hunching his shoulders against the night air. It was always the same argument—every time. She’d push, he’d push back, and nothing ever changed.
She doesn’t get me. She never will.
Before he even realized it, his feet had carried him down a familiar street, past rows of dimly lit houses. He wasn’t sure where he’d been heading at first, but now it made sense. His body had gone on autopilot, taking him to the one place that had always felt like refuge: Ant’s house.
Ant was his best mate. Had been for years. Even before things got complicated—before the stolen glances, the late-night hangouts that felt like something more, the unspoken feelings Spider could never quite put into words—Ant had always been there. A solid, quiet presence that never asked for more than what Spider could give. And right now, Spider needed him more than ever.
He paused outside Ant’s front door, his breath visible in the chilly air as he stared at the chipped paint. His chest was still tight with emotion, the anger and hurt from the fight with his mum swirling inside him like a storm. He didn’t want to burden Ant with it, didn’t want to show up on his doorstep like some emotional wreck. But where else could he go?
With a shaky breath, he raised his hand and knocked. It was soft at first, but when there was no answer, he knocked again—louder this time, his pulse quickening with each second that passed.
The door creaked open, and there stood Ant, his face lit by the soft glow from inside the house. He was wearing an old, oversized hoodie, his hair slightly disheveled like he’d just woken up from a nap. Ant’s eyes immediately softened when he saw Spider standing there, his brow furrowing in concern.
“Spider?” Ant asked, his voice low and careful. “What’s going on? Are you alright?”
For a split second, Spider felt like he might be able to brush it off. Crack a joke, pretend like everything was fine. But then the weight of the argument, the suffocating pressure of his mum’s words, crashed down on him all over again. His throat tightened, and before he could stop himself, he felt the tears sting his eyes.
Ant didn’t wait for an explanation. He stepped aside and wordlessly pulled Spider inside, closing the door behind them. The warmth of the house wrapped around Spider, and he shivered slightly, not from the cold but from the raw emotion he was barely keeping in check.
Ant turned to face him, his expression softening further as he took in Spider’s red-rimmed eyes and the tense set of his jaw. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to,” he said quietly. “But you know you can, yeah?”
That was all it took.
The walls Spider had built up all night—the ones he always built up whenever things got too real—crumbled under the weight of Ant’s words. He blinked, and the tears spilled over, hot and unrelenting. He tried to wipe them away quickly, embarrassed by the sudden display of emotion, but Ant stepped forward, his hands resting gently on Spider’s shoulders.
“Hey,” Ant said softly, his voice calm and steady. “It’s alright. You don’t have to hide it from me.”
That broke him. Spider let out a shaky breath, his body trembling as the sobs he’d been holding in finally came to the surface. Ant didn’t flinch or pull away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Spider, pulling him into a hug that was so warm, so grounding, Spider thought he might just melt into it.
Spider buried his face in Ant’s shoulder, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely. And maybe he was. Ant’s arms were strong and sure, his presence steady and comforting in a way that no one else’s ever was. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t demand explanations—he just held Spider, letting him cry until the tears slowed to a stop.
When Spider finally pulled back, his face flushed and his eyes puffy, Ant gave him a soft smile. “Come sit down,” he said, guiding Spider over to the couch.
They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, Spider’s head resting against the back of the couch as he tried to collect himself. He wasn’t sure how to explain the fight with his mum, wasn’t sure if he even wanted to. But Ant was here, and that was enough.
After a while, Spider cleared his throat, his voice hoarse. “It’s my mum,” he said quietly, staring down at his hands. “We had another fight.”
Ant didn’t say anything, just nodded, his eyes fixed on Spider with that same quiet understanding he always had.
“She keeps going on about how I’m wasting my life,” Spider continued, his voice growing more bitter with each word. “Like, no matter what I do, it’s never good enough for her. I’m not good enough.”
Ant’s brow furrowed, and he shifted a little closer to Spider, his hand resting gently on his shoulder. “You are good enough, Spider,” he said firmly. “More than good enough.”
Spider let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “She doesn’t think so.”
“Well, she’s wrong,” Ant said simply. His voice was calm but full of conviction, and it made something inside Spider’s chest tighten. “You don’t have to prove anything to anyone. Least of all her.”
Spider glanced over at him, and for a moment, their eyes met. Ant’s gaze was steady and reassuring, and Spider felt a warmth spread through his chest that had nothing to do with the house’s temperature. Ant always had a way of making things feel... simpler. Like it didn’t have to be so complicated all the time.
They fell into a comfortable silence again, the tension from the night slowly easing as they sat there together. Spider wiped at his face with the sleeve of his jacket, embarrassed at how much he’d let himself fall apart, but Ant didn’t seem fazed by it. He just stayed close, his hand never leaving Spider’s shoulder.
“Do you wanna stay over tonight?” Ant asked quietly after a while, breaking the silence.
Spider blinked, caught off guard by the offer. He hadn’t been thinking that far ahead, but now that Ant had mentioned it, the thought of going home—of facing his mum again—made his stomach twist uncomfortably. The idea of staying here, with Ant, where things felt safe and uncomplicated... It was more tempting than he wanted to admit.
“Yeah,” Spider said, his voice soft. “I’d like that.”
Ant smiled, a small but genuine smile that made Spider’s chest feel a little lighter. He stood up and offered Spider a hand, pulling him to his feet. “Come on, then,” Ant said, his tone lightening a bit. “Let’s get you set up.”
Spider followed him through the house, his heart still heavy but a little less so with each step. Ant led him to his room, and as soon as they stepped inside, the familiar smell of Ant’s laundry detergent and the faint scent of cologne hit Spider, grounding him in the comfort of this space.
Ant rummaged through his closet, pulling out a spare pillow and blanket. “You can take the bed,” Ant said, throwing the blanket over to Spider. “I’ll take the floor.”
Spider’s heart did a funny little flip at the gesture, but he shook his head quickly. “Nah, mate, no way. I’m not kicking you out of your own bed.”
Ant raised an eyebrow. “You’re not kicking me out. I’m offering.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not taking it,” Spider insisted. “We can share. It’s no big deal.”
He tried to sound casual, but the words felt a little heavier than they should have. They’d shared a bed before—plenty of times, actually—but there was something about this moment, about being here in Ant’s room after everything that had happened tonight, that made it feel different.
Ant gave him a long look, but then he shrugged. “Alright, fine. If you’re sure.”
Spider nodded, and they both kicked off their shoes before climbing into the bed. It was a tight fit, not that either of them minded. Spider felt the warmth of Ant’s body next to him, the familiar scent of him wrapping around him like a comfort blanket.
For a while, they lay there in silence, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the room. Spider’s heart was still heavy with the weight of the fight with his mum, but being here with Ant made it feel... more bearable. Like maybe, just for tonight, he didn’t have to think about it.
“You okay?” Ant asked quietly after a few moments,Ant’s voice was soft in the quiet room, barely a whisper. Spider could feel the weight of his gaze, the concern wrapped around those two simple words. He turned his head slightly on the pillow to look at Ant, their faces only a few inches apart in the dim light.
“I don’t know,” Spider admitted, his voice raw. “I mean, I guess so? I’m better now, I think.” He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “But I don’t know how long that’ll last. Every time I think things are getting better with her, it’s like... it’s like I get pulled back in. And I just... I can’t keep doing this.”
Ant didn’t say anything at first, just shifted closer, his eyes steady and full of empathy. His hand found Spider’s under the blanket, their fingers brushing lightly before Ant took hold of it, giving a gentle squeeze. The gesture was simple, but it made Spider’s chest ache with something warm and sweet. He wasn’t used to feeling so... cared for. Not like this.
“You don’t have to go through this alone,” Ant said softly, his voice like a balm to the rawness Spider felt inside. “You’ve got me. And the others, too. We’re all here for you.”
Spider swallowed, feeling his throat tighten again, but this time it wasn’t from the anger or hurt. It was the opposite, a strange mix of gratitude and vulnerability that made him want to both pull Ant closer and push him away, scared of what it meant to rely on someone so much.
“I know,” Spider whispered, his hand tightening around Ant’s. “But... it’s hard. Sometimes it feels like no one else really gets it. Like, everyone’s got their own stuff going on, and I don’t want to—”
“Burden us?” Ant finished for him, raising an eyebrow. “You know that’s not how it works, right? We want to help. I want to help.”
Spider gave a shaky laugh, rolling his eyes. “Why are you always so annoyingly nice, huh?”
Ant grinned, the corner of his mouth lifting in that familiar, lopsided way that always made Spider’s stomach do a little flip. “It’s just how I’m built. You should know that by now.”
Spider shook his head, but he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. Ant’s hand was still in his, warm and solid, and Spider let himself relax into that feeling, like it was an anchor tethering him to something real and good.
For a while, they just lay there, the quiet of the room wrapping around them like a soft cocoon. Spider closed his eyes, his breathing slowing as the emotional exhaustion of the night finally began to catch up with him. He felt safe here, in this bed, in this house, with Ant beside him. It was a strange feeling, but a welcome one. Like he didn’t have to keep up his guard for once.
Ant shifted a little closer, his body a warm, solid presence against Spider’s side. “You know, Spider, you don’t have to be so tough all the time,” Ant murmured, his voice soft but sure. “It’s okay to let people in.”
Spider’s chest tightened at the words, and he swallowed hard, blinking up at the ceiling. “Yeah, well... easier said than done.”
“I get it,” Ant said quietly. “But you’re already doing it. You came to me tonight. You let me in. That’s something.”
Spider let the words sink in, the truth of them wrapping around him in a way that made him feel both vulnerable and safe at the same time. He wasn’t used to this—wasn’t used to letting someone see him like this, raw and exposed. But with Ant, it didn’t feel scary. It felt... right.
“Thanks for being here,” Spider whispered after a moment, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t think I could’ve handled it on my own tonight.”
Ant smiled softly, his thumb brushing over Spider’s knuckles in a gentle, soothing rhythm. “You never have to handle it on your own, mate. I’m always gonna be here. No matter what.”
Spider’s heart swelled at the words, and for the first time that night, he felt like he could breathe again. He turned his head to look at Ant, their faces so close now that he could see every detail in the soft glow of the lamp—the curve of Ant’s jaw, the way his lashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, the warmth in his brown eyes that made Spider’s chest feel tight with something he couldn’t quite name.
“Ant...” Spider began, his voice barely above a whisper, but he didn’t know how to finish the sentence. Didn’t know how to put into words the gratitude and affection swirling inside him, too big and too complicated to articulate.
Ant just smiled, his gaze soft and full of understanding. “I know,” he said quietly, and Spider believed him. Somehow, Ant always knew.
For a while, they just lay there, their hands still intertwined under the blanket, the room filled with a peaceful, comfortable silence. Spider felt the tension drain from his body, his eyelids growing heavier as the warmth of Ant’s presence lulled him toward sleep.
Just as he was on the edge of drifting off, he felt Ant shift beside him, his voice low and quiet. “Spider?”
“Mmm?”
“I... I’m really glad you came to me tonight.”
Spider blinked his eyes open, surprised by the soft vulnerability in Ant’s voice. He turned his head slightly, looking at Ant through the haze of half-sleep. “Yeah?”
Ant nodded, his thumb brushing over Spider’s hand again, sending a shiver down his spine. “Yeah. I like being the person you come to. I... I want to be that for you. Always.”
Spider’s breath caught in his throat at the quiet confession, something warm and tender unfurling in his chest. For a moment, he didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond to the quiet sincerity in Ant’s words. So instead of speaking, he shifted closer, pressing his forehead against Ant’s in a gesture so gentle it almost made his heart ache.
“Thanks, Ant,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “For everything.”
Ant’s eyes softened, and he smiled, his breath warm against Spider’s skin. “Anytime.”
They stayed like that, their foreheads pressed together, their hands still tangled beneath the blanket, until Spider’s eyelids grew too heavy to keep open. As he finally let sleep pull him under, he felt a deep sense of peace settle in his chest, knowing that no matter what happened tomorrow, Ant would be there.
And for tonight, that was enough.