#comfort after a bad day

[k-verse-sachi]

Ghostly Confessions

Hey everyone! Welcome to CharmedChaos!

I'm Alex, writer #3 who loves bringing your favorite characters to life in exciting and imaginative ways here at CharmedChaos. So, sit back, relax, and dive into the world of fantasy with me!

**Fandom:** Danny Phantom

**Type:** X Reader

**Age Restriction:** 13+

**Word Count:** 1,731

**Request Status:** Requested by: No one

**Pairing:** Danny Phantom x Reader

**Genre:** Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Trigger Warning: Mentions of overstimulation, emotional breakdown, and family conflict.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The day had been brutal.

You woke up with unexpected headaches. Your hair touching your neck was driving you crazy, the sun seemed too bright, and the colors seemed too colorful. The air touching your skin seemed to drive you insane. You could hear the electricity running through your lights, and it was annoying. You felt overstimulated for some reason, with no idea what could have possibly triggered this. But nonetheless, you got up out of bed, took a nice hot shower, and changed into a black t-shirt and black leggings with shorts over them. You added a black-and-silver belt and did your hair up into two buns, keeping it out of your face.

Normally, doing your makeup seems to calm you down. Since you didn’t have to leave for two hours, you decided to let yourself do some skincare along with your makeup. So, you started and finished your skincare, the entire time listening to music on your noise-canceling headphones. All your comfort songs—like ones from *Epic: The Musical*—were blasting so loudly you were sure you’d go deaf. Other people could probably hear them, but you didn’t care.

By the end of it, you felt so much better and a lot less like you wanted to rip your own skin off just so you could stop feeling. Then, you did your makeup. You kept the base normal, went for simple but dark eyeshadow, added heavy Jack Sparrow eyeliner, and skipped lashes because you swore if you had to wear them today, you’d crash out. A bit of cute blush went on your cheeks, nose, and chin, and you finished it off with a deep red non-matte lipstick. The shade looked like dried blood, and Ancients, it was beautiful.

You thought the day would get better. You told yourself the morning didn’t decide the rest of the day.

You were wrong.

As much as you’d love to say that doing your makeup, hair, and accessories—your favorite rings, necklaces, spiked bracelets, and combat boots—turned things around, it didn’t. The moment you stepped outside, the sun made your headache worse, and sunglasses didn’t help. Driving to school was manageable, but the school itself? A nightmare.

You tried to focus, but your brain was foggy. Even your safe foods didn’t feel safe, and you ended up eating nothing, making you even more irritated. The talking, the walking, the touching, the hugs, the “hi” and “bye,” the having to act like you were fine… it was all too much. You knew you’d have to go home, study, and do homework you had no capability for because of how overwhelming everything had been.

Then, you got yelled at by a teacher who dress-coded you because they didn’t like the fact you were wearing shorts, even over leggings. You were pissed. And then you got hit with a pop quiz.

By the time you drove home, you wanted to scream. You went straight to your room, intending to study, but after hours of trying, you gave up. You cried because the words on the page were moving, and you couldn’t read them while they ran. The numbers screamed at you, the lights hummed, and the air was heavy.

When your dad came in and asked why a failing grade had popped up under “pop quizzes” in the class portal, you lost it. You yelled and screamed and said words you didn’t mean. Ultimately, you told him to “fuck off.”

Now, you’re curled up on your bed, still in your day clothes, tears streaking your face. Your room reflects your mood—dark, with only the orange glow of your desk lamp lighting the space. The blackout curtains are drawn, and scattered notes and books lie abandoned around you. You feel crushed by guilt over the fight with your dad. He was just trying to be a dad, and you lashed out at him. You knew better. Yet, you let your emotions spiral out of control.

You’re a psychology student, for Ancients’ sake. You’re supposed to know better. You’re supposed to help people through situations like this. But here you are, lying in bed, hating yourself for being an absolute failure. How h can you ever be a self respecting psychologist if you let things like this happen.

While you’re busy berating yourself, Danny finishes his patrol and decides to swing by your house. He phases through your wall into your room and immediately notices your tear-streaked face and defeated posture. His heart aches for you.

“Y/N...” he says softly, his voice dripping with concern. “What’s wrong?”

You sit up quickly, wiping at your eyes with your hands, only to smear mascara on them. You know it’s probably streaked all over your face now. Feeling embarrassed, you try to deflect. “What are you doing here?” you ask, your voice shaking slightly.

Danny isn’t fooled. He walks closer, his usual teasing demeanor gone. “Y/N… let me help. Please?”

You hesitate but give in when he sits beside you and wraps an arm around your shoulders, before scooping you up in his arms and pulling you close. Damn near placing you on his lap, Danny holds you securely, his presence warm and grounding. You take a shaky breath, steadying yourself enough to start venting.

You tell him about your day, from the overwhelming sensory overload to the fight with your dad. You explain how guilty you feel, how much of a failure you think you are for not controlling your emotions the way you “should.”

Danny listens without interrupting, his hand gently rubbing your back. When you finally finish, his warm hands cup your face, and he looks you straight in the eyes.

“Y/N,” he says softly, “it’s okay to feel overwhelmed. Being human means your emotions will get the better of you sometimes, and no amount of knowledge can change that. It doesn’t make you a failure—it just makes you human.”

The warmth in his voice and eyes makes you feel like you’re melting. For the first time that day, you feel a little lighter.

Danny suddenly grins, his face lighting up with an idea. “Come on,” he says, standing and pulling you to your feet. “I know something that’ll cheer you up.”

Before you can question him, he wraps an arm around your waist. “Hold on tight,” he whispers. Then, he phases you both through the roof and into the chilly winter air.

The night sky above Amity Park is breathtaking. An aurora-like glow stretches across the stars, caused by ectoplasm lingering in the atmosphere. Greens and purples ripple and shimmer, painting the darkness with magic.

You gasp, your earlier pain melting away as you marvel at the sight. The world feels quieter, the weight of the day lifting off your shoulders.

“Danny,” you whisper, turning to him. “Thank you. Really. You have no idea how much I admire you—not just for what you do as a hero, but for the way you always know how to make me feel seen and cared for.”

Danny’s cheeks flush a faint green as he looks away shyly. You giggle softly, watching his ghostly skin take on that adorable hue.

“Y/N...” he says, his voice low as he finally looks back at you. “I’ve always wanted to be there for you—not just as a friend, but because I think I’ve been falling for you.”

Your heart flutters wildly at his confession. Smiling, you wrap your arms around his waist. “I feel the same way,” you admit softly.

The auroras paint your faces in glowing light as he pulls you closer. For the first time that day, you feel safe—like things might actually be okay with Danny by your side. And for once that day you don’t feel like you want to rip your skin off at physical contact.

[o-vera-nalyzing]

look i know the most likely option for why kipperlilly hates riz specifically is that he like has amazing grades and good friends and is one of agueforts faves while like chronically skipping class and breaking the rules (and laws) but i also have 18 stupid ass reasons i wrote down from rewatching s1 that i think are funnier

[natelia-aldelliz]

After the Chicago mission ! (Soap probably asks Ghost to close the curtains after that)

[pastafossa]

I love you guys. I hope you know that.

Like.

Ok so I posted the new TRT chapter the other day. Obviously. And I had to force myself to do it, to click that final, 'post' button because at that last moment, this big wave of imposter syndrome hit (that had already hit on and off as I'd started working on the chapter again). And it was just this cycle of, 'It's been like 6 months since you posted a chapter or anything other than a couple one-shots and you're out of practice, I bet it's bad, it's probably terrible, I bet everyone's left and no one cares about this thing you love so why do you? What if no one likes it, you're gonna drop this and everyone's gonna god 'wtf is this, pasta? what happened?'' And so I forced myself to post it, took my meds to ensure I slept, and then kinda just bunkered down and slept/hid because I was halfway convinced that all the trauma in the previous six months had just bopped any ability I had to write.

Instead I got this outpouring, of just like, 'WELCOME BACK' and people telling me they're happy that mom is ok (which made me cry but in a good way) and they're sorry Cato passed away (more tears, but comforted tears), but also delightful jokes about the funny lines I put in or screaming over that romantic line or about missing Jane and the dynamics and comments about being eager for the next chapter, and how now I can be one of those AO3 authors with those notes of 'yeah my life blew up so I was delayed, but hey I'm back!' which... yeah. And much like when I first started TRT, I didn't... really expect that at all, and it's made me really emotional.

So if you've dropped into my ask box or the comments or the replies, seriously, from the bottom of my heart, thank you, because the excitement and love and just you all being the best little fam and continuing on this journey of TRT with me - a journey that has now included both Matt and Jane's journey, and a real life journey through a pandemic, a huge move, a passing of two of my pets, my mom's hospitalization and recovery, some heart issues, the cancellation and resurrection of the show, me meeting Charlie Cox and getting him to hold a red thread, my first wood carving event, etc - and I know I say this a lot, but you all really, really help me keep going when things get hard. I'd write TRT for nothing, I would, because I love this story and I intend to see it through, but ya'll just... I love you all tons. I'm hoping to get through the asks and fic comments and replies in the next few days, but I just wanted you guys to know that.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

oh the dread, oh the worry! you love your sister so much and you need to know shes okay. you trust her but you cant trust the world, and more than anything else you cant trust yourself

[hanafubukki]

Hot chocolate, matcha cake, haikyuu movie, and cuddling my Lilia plush while laying in warm blankets on a cool night is one of my greatest comforts. 🥰☕️🍰

[volivolition]

wiggles my fingers at you ouuuu… you want to tell me about solace so bad…

HKJGG wiggles my fingers back lovingly!!! i really do, i fuckin LOVE solace :3 hey did you know i really like making fake skill descriptions?

SOLACE

Follow the north star. Find light in even the darkest places. Cool for: Optimists, Recovering lost souls, Sweet summer children

Solace is the skill you tucked away long ago, at the bottom of Pandora's box. The little one that tells you: despite it all, there is still hope. It needs a lot of nurturing -- and it's far from being the most helpful for police work -- but taking care of it is basically self-care. It enables you to find the glow in yourself that you often ascribe to gold lungs or brilliant halos in others. It encourages you to wake up and watch the sunrise, to play board games with someone you love, to forgive yourself and let yourself be a gentler kind of animal. Constantly looking forward to a brighter future, it also helps shield your morale from damage.

At high levels, Solace gives you a heightened sense of childlike optimism - which isn't always the sense to lead with in this precariously harsh world. Always looking for the bright side will blindside you with naivety. At low levels, however, you may just extinguish whatever keeps your soul alight. You've already lost her once. You may not survive the desolation if you let her disappear again.

[skoulsons]

Thinking about winter and their physical affection and now literally none of these happen under happy circumstances.

[puppppppppy]

adhd comix

[ohitslen]

Part two of the thing and uuh also final one

Of this interaction. Because this is far from all I can give, my brain almost imploded from all the ideas

[michameinmicha]

Im very into lavender these days but not in the woo woo 'this will fix my sleep problems and all other issues' pseudoscience way, it's just that i really love the smell and it's very comforting to me, which i can use a lot of right now so i try to surround myself with it as much as possible 💜

[jrueships]

Paul George on Stephen A. Smith’s Kawhi Leonard jab: “I didn’t like that moment… Kawhi wants to play… We exhausted a lot out of Kawhi this season. So at some point your body breaks you down… I didn’t appreciate that moment. I know I laughed because the situation was lighthearted, but deep down it was like you gotta let that go, Stephen A.”

Paul George, knight in shining armor

[the---hermit]

@la-galaxie-langblr tagged me to talk about what I do on bad mental health days! As they said in their own post it is very much a work in progress, and it also changes depending on why it's a bad mental health day and whatever I have to also do as a human adult with responsibilities, but there's certainly things that help.

I am an hyper-aware person so I know quite well how I work and what I need, and I am also very aware that many people don't work like me, so let's address right away the thing I know a lot of people might not consider a good starting point. When I am having a bad mental health day or I have to deal with the horrors of emotions in general I tend to isolate myself. Yes it's not always healthy to do so, but that is usually something that I need right at the beginning. I have an awful time opening up with people, doing to requires so much energy for me, so I usually do that once I have worked some stuff out for myself, or once I am calmer and feel less stressed. Talking to friends whether it is to rant about whatever is going on in your life, or to look for distraction if that's what you need is an amazing resource that I appreciate with all my hearth but for me that is the last stage of dealing with something. The main thing I need when I am dealing with something is to have my own quiet place and to be there alone. That allows me to relax as much as I possibly can, so that then I can deal with things.

Usually the first stages of dealing with a bad mental health day in general is to use distractions to get off my shoulders some emotional overwhelm. Playing musing is the number one thing I do, it just makes me feel so much better, it's a great and easy way to let go of stress. Depending on how much mental energy I have I might look for distraction in other hobbies, like listening to a podcast or reading.

Once I feel like I have let go of some emotions and so I can actually focus on whatever is going on, my logical side kicks in and I start analizing the situation. This is a completly automatical thing for me, it's in my nature to dissect and analize everything, and almost a decade of therapy has made me quite good at analizing these situations. I try to figure out what I am feeling if I have a lot of tangled emotions (and I am terrible at this in particular because yours truly uselessly tries to make feelings as logical as possible which, spoiler, is impossible, so don't be like me), and then I try to look at the reaons I might feel a certain way. At that point I just try to figure out what are my options, which means what can I actually do to deal with the situation? Am I feeling emotionally overwhelmed because of something external I can deal with? If the answer is yes, no matter how much emotional stuff I have going on I deal with the thing, because I know that getting the thing out of my head is going to make things 80% better at least. If it's not something I can deal with, I usually sit with my feelings until I feel like I have enough emotional energy to talk it though with someone else.

As I have mentioned I need to consider very well when I talk with people because it can sometimes feel more overwhelming than just sitting with my feelings. But usually I can do that once I have dealt with everything by myself for a bit. Then sharing it with someone like a friend is usually the last step to let go of things.

Other random things that help me are going on walks in nature, when I have enough energy to do that. Or do manual tasks. Whether it is crocheting, drawing, reorganizing my books. Anything that requires me to focus on something physical does wonders. It helps me to shut off my brain for a bit so that I am not completly overwhelmed by emotions, and usually after a while I get to a point where I can actually deal with things.

I am definitely forgetting about something lmao. In general I need quiet time to deal with things, and it is fundamental for me to feel like I can take my time and space to deal with things. That is the one thing people around me have thankfully figured out, which means that if someone notices that something is going on with me that know that the best course of action is not to force me to talk, instead they just give me my space and time and tell me that when I am ready I have their support. I am very grateful for that.

I am tagging @oneardentstudybuddy, @just-a-cup-of-anxietea and @selkiestudies!

[thenightisland]

category five "listened to 'good wife' by mika while thinking about fitz and beloved" event and if i have to suffer so do y'all

[thefrsers]

I'm so glad my weewoo show is back on again tonight cos I just need smth feel good to feel good about and my weewoo show makes me feel good

[blossoms-phan]

we haven’t even hit daylight savings ending and I already feel the seasonal depression sinking in girl help