The black phone Can you make one with the reader with social anxiety/depression
Hi! Long time no see! This is fic #1 in my new years event.
New update on my fic writing! In every single fic I write, Reader will be 17 and all TBP boys will be 18. If in the fic they are in high school, both reader and all TBP boys will be in their senior year. This will apply to all fics I write, even if they're not with the TBP boys, unless I specify otherwise. When I do fics, I will usually do them in 1st or 3rd person. With headcannons, I will do them in 2nd person. So keep that in mind while requesting! Hope you enjoy!
Of course I will do this request! I was scrolling through my requests and saw this one. I also suffer from social anxiety and depression so hopefully I got this one! I'm going to do these as slight yandere but seperate headcannons. I also hc that Finn speaks fluent French so from now on. Boom. You're welcome. All of these specific headcannons will end the same with TBP boy saying I love you with the nickname I think they'd call you. Cool? Cool. Meanings behind the nicknames. Robin and Finney's are pretty self explanatory. Bruce's is because I guarantee you he cracks jokes about you being his little cheerleader. Vance is because I'm sure some of us are short.
Slight Yandere!Ghost Boys x Reader who suffers from social anxiety and depression (separate headcannons)
He was walking you to the library so that he could tutor Robin and you could read until he was done, just like every other day. The halls were very crowded and you began to get overwhelmed.
You started to get self conscious, feeling as though everyone's eyes were on you. Which, of course, wasn't true. But in the moment, that's what it felt like.
It began to get harder to breath. It felt like you were suffocating.
Now, Finn began to notice something was wrong. He didn't know about your social anxiety and depression. Although he did have his suspicions.
"Are you ok, sweet girl?" He asked you, reaching your hand and squeezing lightly. You smiled a big (fake) smile. "Oh, yeah! I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" He saw right through you and you knew it.
He pulled you into the broom closet that was right next to you both. "What's wrong?" "Nothing!" "What's. Wrong?" 'Finn, I said it was nothing!" "Y/N!" "What?!" "Listen, please. Just tell me what's wrong." "Just, feeling a bit stressed." He gave you a disbelieving look.
He pulled you onto his lap so you're straddling him. "Please, little one. What's wrong?" With a little touch on your thigh and the look in his eyes, like he cared. You finally cracked and told him about how you felt. He asked you very specific questions about who makes you feel stressed and sad. Then, those people didn't come to school the next day. You knew. But you were too in love with him to care.
"Thank you for telling me." "Thank you for listening."
"I love you, ma petite fille de l’espace" "I love you too, Finn."
ma petite fille de l’espace: my little space girl
He never noticed that you acted different than others until you did something strange during your presentation in History class. You felt everyone's eyes on you and began to freak out, almost having a panic attack before locking eyes with Robin. You took a deep breath and made it through the presentation.
"What was that about?" He asked you while you were in the gym. It was after school and Robin was boxing while you drew in your sketchpad. "What was what about, Robin?" "The presentation thingy in history today. You kinda freaked out, y'know?" "No, I don't know. I'm literally fine. It was all fine."
But he wouldn't let it go. After paying more attention, he noticed that you gripped his hand tighter in the cafeteria and in the halls, in public in general. And that some days, you would come to school super sad. So, he went and did some research and found that a lot of the things you did match the symptoms for depression and social anxiety. He was offended that you didn't tell him. But. Oh shit! Maybe you didn't know! He has to tell you so you can both work on it together.
So, he went to your house that afternoon and sat you down to talk about it. "I did some research. And I think you have social anxiety and depression. But don't worry! I'll help you." The look on your face wasn't of worry. It was of acceptance. Acceptance that now that Robin knew, he'd leave you. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't want you to leave me. I know I'm broken but please don't leave." You said, starting to sob.
"Oh, princesa. You really think I'd let you leave me. Never. You're mine forever. I'll love you even if you were the ugliest person in the world. Which you aren't. You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever met." "So you're not gonna leave me?" "I wouldn't let you leave, much less leave you myself. You're mine, Y/N." He said, pulling you down onto the bed and giving you a kiss. Wrapping his arms around you, you were hugging him like a koala. Legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he lay on the bed, smiling at you.
"I love you, mi princesita." "I love you too, Robin."
mi princesita: my little princess
A/N: I'm sorry if I get any translations wrong. I used Google so. My apologies.
You went to his championship baseball game to support him and everything was going great! You were cheering on the sidelines. I mean, he doesn't call you his little cheerleader for nothing.
But the loud screams your brother was yelling was making you nervous. You felt as though everyone was looking towards you and your brother. You're brother, of course, didn't give a flying fuck.
But you did. It was stressing you the fuck out. Your palms were sweaty, heart beating quickly, breathing sped up.
And you were like that until the game was over. By the time the buzzer went off, you were having a full blown panic attack. But you couldn't bring yourself to leave. He won! You had to support him like he supports you.
"GOOD JOB BRUCE!" Your brother screams. Never mind. Fuck this. You stood up quickly, dropping all the things on your lap. "Where are you going?" Your brother asks. "Bathroom." You run to the bathroom to calm yourself down when you hear the doorknob rattle. You try to calm your loud breaths and heaving chest.
"Y/N, sweetheart. Are you in here?" You hear your boyfriend ask. "Yeah! Just, fixing my makeup!" "Well, we won!" "I know! I heard." "Are you sure you're ok? You sound a little off." "I'm fine, Bruce"
You heard him walk away, leave for about 5 minutes and come back. Then the lock on the door opened and in he walked.
"Darling why're you crying?" "Just a little anxious." "You can talk to me. Please tell me what's wrong." After 15 minutes of him prying, you finally told him. "Why didn't you tell me? I would've helped you through it!" "I didn't want you to look at me different." "I wouldn't look at you different. Everyone has problems."
"I love you, my little cheerleader." "I love you too, B."
You were at the Grab N Go while Vance was playing pinball. You turned to walk to get a soda when you heard a loud crash.
"Vance!" You said, dropping your soda and running over to Vance, who was punching a guy in the face. "Stop! What is wrong with you?!' Everyone was looking at you. Why were they looking at you. Oh shit. You yelled at Vance.
You ran out of the gas station and ran home, in the middle of a panic attack. Not because you were scared of Vance. You weren't at all. You didn't like all the people watching you.
As you walked in your room, you heard your window sliding open.
It was Vance. "What the fuck was that? Why'd you run out like that?" As he started bombarding you with questions, you started to get stressed out.
"Vance, I struggle with social anxiety and depression. I love you but please, stop yelling at me." He was quiet for a minute and did nothing.
You walk over to Vance and you give him a hug. Not for him, but because you needed one. Even if he didn't like them.
To your surprise, he hugged you back.
"I love you, my shorty." "I love you too, V."
You were at the skatepark with your boyfriend, Billy. You were a little embarrassed because you weren't the best at skating. But Billy was good at rollar skating and he wanted to teach you.
You didn't know how. Let's just say, you sucked.
As you fell for the 5th time, you stood up and skated off. Terribly. You pulled the skates off and ran to the bathroom as Billy was right behind you.
He walked in the bathroom with you, locking the door behind him. "What's wrong, pretty girl?" "I can't do it, Bill! I suck!" "No you don't. You just haven't learned how yet. You'll get better!"
"No I won't! Everyone was watching me and-" Billy stood shocked as you started to cry. I mean, he knew you were human, but he's never seen you cry. You were the type of person to crack a joke in sad times. Like either laugh or cry type of person. (Me)
"Oh baby doll." Billy said, scooping you up and holding you like a baby. You just cried into his shoulder. You don't know how long you cried. It could've been for 5 minutes, it could've been for hours but when you stopped, Billy waited for you to be ready to talk.
"Bill?" "Yeah?" "I have social anxiety and depression. Its why I walked off and gave up. I felt embarrassed that I kept falling." "It's ok. Nobody is watching you. They're focusing on themselves. Not you." "Ok." You said with a sniffle.
"I love you, joker." "I love you too, Bill."
This was three days late, I know. I'm sorry but look how long this monster is!
