#antandspiderheartbreakhigh

[atriza]

I love your writing style so much! Could you do a heartbreak high one where ant and spider look after the reader who has abusive parents? Only if ur comfortable with it tho!! <3

Thank you for your Compliment 🫶🏻I'd love to write that for you😊 I hope you like it!

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Shelter in Shadows

Spider×Reader×Ant

Genre: Angst

Summary: When things at home become too much, you turn to Ant and Spider for support. As they discover the truth about your abusive household, they do everything they can to make sure you feel safe and cared for, proving that sometimes, family isn’t the one you’re born into—it’s the one you choose.

Word Count: 1,749

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.

The afternoon sun was sinking behind thick, grey clouds, casting an eerie shadow over the streets. You walked quickly, your hoodie pulled tight over your head, trying to stay unnoticed as you weaved through the familiar alleyways. The neighborhood was alive with noise—cars honking, people chatting on street corners—but it all felt like a blur, distant and muted. The weight in your chest grew heavier with each step, the closer you got to home.

But tonight wasn’t going to be like the others.

Instead of heading back to the house that filled you with dread, you found yourself in front of Ant's place. His home—usually filled with laughter, reckless banter, and a kind of chaos you secretly loved—was the one place that felt like an escape. You hadn’t told Ant or Spider the full story yet. Not about your parents. Not about the bruises that painted your skin in hidden places or the words they threw like knives. You weren’t sure you ever could. But you knew one thing—you couldn't go back tonight.

With a shaky breath, you raised your fist and knocked on the door.

A moment passed, and the door swung open, revealing Ant’s familiar face. His usual cocky grin faltered the second he saw you, his brows furrowing in concern. "Hey, you alright?" he asked softly, stepping aside to let you in without hesitation.

You nodded, though the lump in your throat made it feel like a lie. You hadn’t felt alright in a long time.

The house was warm, and the familiar sounds of Spider’s terrible playlist blaring from a speaker filled the space. Spider was sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through his phone, not even bothering to look up at first. But then he caught sight of you, and like Ant, his entire demeanor shifted.

He sat up, his usual carefree expression turning serious. "What’s going on?" he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

You shrugged, pulling your sleeves down over your hands, hiding the marks. "I… just needed to get out," you mumbled. The tension in your body was unbearable, the fear gnawing at your insides. You weren’t sure what you were expecting—maybe that they’d ask you to leave, tell you they didn’t have time for your problems.

But they didn’t. Instead, Ant closed the door behind you gently, giving you space, while Spider moved over to make room for you on the couch.

"Sit down," Ant said, guiding you over. "You don’t have to explain, but... we’re here if you wanna talk."

You bit your lip, sitting between them. The weight of their stares pressed on you, but not in a bad way. It was like they were waiting for you to speak, but they weren't pushing. It was one of the things you appreciated about them—they gave you room to breathe when you needed it.

But tonight, the pressure was too much to hold in.

"I can’t go back there," you blurted out before you could stop yourself. Your voice cracked, and the tears you’d been holding back for so long finally spilled over. You pulled your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around yourself as if that could hold you together. "I… I just can’t."

Ant and Spider exchanged a quick glance. Ant’s hand hovered over your shoulder, not quite touching you, unsure of what to do. Spider’s jaw clenched, his usual easygoing vibe replaced with something much more serious.

"Okay," Ant said gently. "You don’t have to. You’re staying here tonight. No question."

"Yeah," Spider chimed in, his voice low but firm. "You’re not going back there."

A sob escaped your throat before you could stop it. Their simple, unquestioning acceptance hit you harder than anything. It was like a dam breaking. You had always expected rejection, always expected people to get fed up with you—just like your parents did. But not them. Not Ant and Spider.

"I don’t want to bother you guys," you whispered, wiping furiously at your tears. "I didn’t know where else to go…"

Spider let out a scoff, but it wasn’t directed at you. "Bother us? Are you serious right now?" He ran a hand through his hair, looking agitated but not at you—at the situation. "You can come here anytime. Always."

Ant gave you a soft smile, finally resting his hand on your shoulder. "He’s right. You’re not alone in this."

The words were so simple, but they hit deep. It was hard to believe them at first. After so much time spent feeling isolated, feeling like you had to handle everything by yourself, the idea of not being alone felt foreign. You blinked up at them, trying to read their faces, to see if they really meant it.

And they did. It was in the way Ant’s eyes softened, in the way Spider’s scowl wasn’t annoyance, but anger for you, on your behalf.

"I—" you started, unsure where to begin. The shame of your situation weighed heavily on your tongue. How could you explain? How could you make them understand what home really was for you?

Ant, as if sensing your struggle, squeezed your shoulder again. "You don’t have to say anything you’re not ready to."

But you wanted to. You wanted them to understand why you couldn’t go back.

"They... they hurt me," you finally managed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Not just words. Sometimes... it gets physical." The admission felt like pulling teeth, but once it was out, there was no going back.

Spider’s reaction was immediate. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles turning white. He looked like he was about to punch something—or someone. "They what?" His voice was low and dangerous, a stark contrast to his usual joking tone.

Ant, on the other hand, stayed calm, though his expression darkened with understanding. "You’re not going back there. Not ever," he said firmly.

"You should’ve told us," Spider muttered, though there was no blame in his voice. Just frustration. "We would’ve helped sooner."

"I didn’t know how," you admitted. "I didn’t want to drag you into my mess."

Ant shook his head, looking at you with something like disbelief. "This isn’t just your mess. You’re family to us."

Spider nodded, still tense but clearly trying to soften his approach. "Yeah. And family doesn’t let family go through this alone."

The word family hit you harder than you expected. It was something you hadn’t felt in a long time. The family you grew up with was broken, cruel. But this? This was something else entirely.

You wiped at your eyes again, sniffling. "I don’t know what to do."

Ant exchanged another glance with Spider, and then looked back at you. "You stay here tonight," he said firmly. "And then tomorrow... we figure it out together. You don’t have to go back to them. We’ll help you find a way."

Spider stood up, pacing restlessly in front of the couch. "You want food or something? I can make... I dunno, a sandwich."

Despite everything, a small laugh bubbled up in your throat. Spider was terrible in the kitchen, and everyone knew it.

Ant chuckled, shaking his head. "Dude, sit down before you burn something."

Spider shot him a glare but returned to his spot beside you. "Whatever. It was just an offer."

You sniffled, the weight on your chest lightening just a little. "A sandwich sounds good, actually."

Spider’s face lit up, like he’d just won a small victory. "See? Told you. I’ve got skills."

As he disappeared into the kitchen, Ant leaned in closer, his voice soft again. "We’ve got your back, okay? No matter what."

You nodded, the knot in your chest slowly unraveling. For the first time in what felt like forever, you didn’t feel completely alone. Ant and Spider were there, in the chaos, in the calm, offering you something you hadn’t realized you needed—safety.

Tonight, at least, you were safe.

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[atriza]

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.