#spiderxreader

[lilmixed-girl]

They don’t know about us

Spencer White x Reader

Hurt/Comfort

A/N: this is not perfect… honestly it might be trash. You have been warned.

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When people think of secrets, it’s normally associated with something bad; sometimes secrets can be good, necessary even.


Spencer and I’s relationship isn’t a bad secret; it’s really the opposite. It’s soft and kind, comforting in our times of need, and it’s special just for us.


That being said, there are still times where it doesn’t feel good having secrets, for instance, right now overhearing your boyfriend's friend suggest he needs to get laid cause “It’s been too long since he’s got any.”
“Spider, when was the last time you got laid? Dude, are you considered a reborn virgin?” Dusty joked, pushing Spencer’s shoulder. Spencer rolled his eyes. “For your information, it hasn’t been that long, and it’s none of your guys' business,” he sighed. At the same moment our eyes met briefly, a second didn’t go by before he averted his eyes to something/someone else.


I wouldn’t say we lived different lives, but my friends and his don’t interact that often. It would definitely confuse them if Spencer and I started interacting out of the blue.
If it weren’t for us bumping into each other on the beach last year, we probably wouldn’t be as close as we truly are now.


It started small after both of us had a rough night at home; we both had the same idea to go to the ocean to clear our heads. For the first 10 min, it was just silence, nothing but the sound of the waves crashing on the sand and the night air passing through us; neither of us wanted to ruin the peace the ocean brought to us. Until something compelled him to ask me if I was doing okay, that olive branch he lent out to me had me open up more than I ever have to even my closest friends and family. It felt nice to talk to someone who didn’t know much about my situation, about my perfect older sister Allison, whom everyone couldn’t help but compare me to. Spencer ended up telling me about the issues with his mom and how it truly made him feel.
In that moment, it was just Spencer and me.
We talked for hours till the sun peeks through the horizon.


We exchanged numbers after that, and there wasn’t a day that went by that we didn’t talk, text, and even FaceTime. The Relationship we built gave me butterflies. Finally, there was something that was just for him and me; it didn’t need to be compared or critiqued. After a few months, Spencer asked me on a few dates, and that summer we made it official. It was amazing.

Until school started, at first, I was focused on my studies and not so much on making our status known to others. It became normal not to acknowledge each other in the halls or the classes we shared. It’s gotten to the point where I’m scared to talk to him about it, scared he will confirm my suspicions that he doesn’t want to tell anybody ever.


Ant’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts, “Please tell me you finally smashed Allison, dude, you’ve been in love with her since grade school.”
My heart sank to my stomach. I couldn’t avert my eyes from my notebook, knowing that if I did, my eyes would start to water, betraying my nonchalant attitude. I could practically feel Spencer’s eyes burn a hole in the side of my head.
Before I could hear his response, the bell rang, the end-of-the-day signal. I let out a sigh of relief for no longer being trapped in my own personal hell. I moved faster than I have in my life, shoving things in my bag so I can get the fuck out of there. Part of me hoped Spencer would call out for me to wait up, but that never happened. I got in the passenger's side of my sister’s car, waiting for her to hurry up so I could finally sink into bed and let it eat me whole, along with the rest of this day.


My phone buzzed in my back pocket. Part of me knew who it was; the other part was scared it wasn’t him, but for my own sanity, I decided to ignore it. After what felt like forever, my sister finally got in the car, talking about god knows what. I hummed and nodded when necessary, but I wasn’t truly listening. It wasn’t that I hated my sister; it was the opposite, I love her, she was kind and funny and pretty. But when you get compared to Miss Perfect your whole life, you start to have a little resentment towards her.


The rest of the day luckily flew by; it was the weekend, so I didn’t need to put on a brave face for a few more days. I never got around to answering Spencer’s text.

Part of me wanted to wallow for a little longer and not hear the truth about his feelings for my sister. My head was spiraling. Did he just date me cause I was there and my sister wasn’t interested, or was I just a charity case for him to make me feel better about myself? Deep down I knew it wasn’t fully true, but the unknown ended up terrorizing my thoughts.


I was close to falling asleep until a tap on my window jolted me up. My heart jumped, hoping it was who I thought and not a serial killer who’s getting lazy. To my relief and also panic, it was Spencer throwing pebbles at my window. He waved at me to come down. Scared that my parents were going to wake up I reluctantly grabbed my jacket and a pair of slippers and made my way down.


Feeling the breeze of the night air had me pulling my jumper close to my body for some sort of protection. I gave Spencer a small smile, never truly meeting my eyes.


“Hi,” I say quietly, not fully trusting my voice.
“Hey, I didn’t hear from you, and I got a bit worried,” he said, running his hand through his hair, something he does when he’s anxious.
My heart thumped a little harder against my chest as I heard his voice. “Oh yeah, sorry it’s been kinda a long day,” I said quickly, feeling horrible knowing I’m not telling him the full story. He looks at me, his eyes never leaving mine; it’s like he’s analyzing me or my response. I shift from one foot to another.


He breaks the silence with a small sigh, “Please talk to me.” he steps closer into my bubble, pushing a strand of hair that falls in front of my face. I can’t help but look down at my feet, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me and my insecurities whole.

He lifts my chin to meet my eyes “Was it about what Ant said? You know they say stupid shit all the time” now it’s my turn to sigh “a little bit, not fully. I mean it didn’t feel good hearing you have a crush on my sister..”

before I could say more he interrupts me “I don’t have a crush on her, at least not anymore. I’m going to be honest, in grade school, everyone just assumed I liked her because they saw us talking at lunch. The whole thing got blown out of proportion. All I was asking her was where she got her sparkly gel, pens. I just went along with the whole crush thing because it was easier to explain to my friends” he joked, rubbing the back of his neck. I chuckled lightly hearing his explanation knowing his words were meant to ease my anxiety, but part of me was still anxious. I continued my original thought, “that was only part of the issue, I thought I would be fine with our 'arrangement' in keeping us a secret. Still, I’m finding it harder to feel okay that we live different lives and no one knows what we mean to each other, and hearing Dusty and Ant earlier, sparked more insecurity in me than ever.” I finished letting out the weight that’s been holding me down since school started.

But that feeling of relief didn’t last for long; a new fear sparked inside of me waiting for Spencer’s response. I finally lifted my eyes to meet his. What looked like confusion ran through them. He let out a puff of air that sounds like relief, “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that.”

Now I’m the confused one, “ I don’t want us to be a secret, I never did. If I had it my way, the whole school would know you are mine and only mine.”

My heart thumped hearing his words, “How come you never said anything?” I said quietly
“I was going to, but after the first week, when we didn’t talk in school, I was under the impression that this is what you wanted. I never want to pressure you into something you aren’t ready for. If you wanted us to just be for us, then I was happy with that. I will take whatever you are willing to give me cause I love you.”

Hearing his confession brought tears to my eyes. “You love me?” I say in a hopeful shy tone. Spencer nodded, caressing my cheek with his thumb. “I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you in grade school, you were arguing with Anthony about talking with his mouth full,” he chuckled before continuing. “At that moment, I knew this firecracker of a girl who is standing right in front of me was the one who truly stole my heart. I’m sorry I ever made you doubt yourself or me.”

I shook my head, not wanting him to apologize. “No, I should’ve said how I was feeling and trusted you with it.” I sniffle, not fully sure when the tears started to run down my face, I pressed my hand against his, leaning into his touch. “I am truly madly and deeply in love with you, Spencer White.”


Spencer brought his face to mine, sealing our declaration with a slow and passionate kiss. It felt like I was on Cloud 9. Spencer pulled away before it could escalate, “Dusty is throwing a house party tomorrow, I want you to come to it with me.” he looked so hopeful, waiting for my response. I’d be stupid to refuse, “Okay, I’ll come,” I said with a nod, pulling him down to meet my lips again in confirmation.

Secrets aren’t always bad; sometimes they are necessary, even. But god am I glad to not be a secret with Spencer anymore.

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A/N: guys I’m so sorry it’s so bad… when I tell you it’s been YEARS since I’ve written anything. 😔 I’m very rusty

But I’ve been yearning for a bit of Spider so I just had to get it out of my system

Thank you so much for taking the time to read it! Please lmk what you think (be gentle please im fragile)

[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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