Prompt: You look so comfy and cuddle-able.
Yet another day, this one with the addition of a moody weather that is indecisive if it should rain or only be very cloudy. Not that that had anything on the boy that is sitting in his room after school as he tries to work on his homework.
Try being the main thing here. Danny sat tense by his desk and completely ignoring the ghost that, quite uninvited, was laying on his bed. Just a few feet away from him and the halfa could practically feel the stare in his back.
But as time slowly moved forward and with the other in the room being quiet Danny gradually calmed down. For once he may actually be able to finish if not all his homework then some of it.
"You look so comfy and cuddle-able."
It was by a pure miracle that Danny did not snap his pencil. Tensing up again he continues to try ignoring the other. Not even giving him a glance.
"It really is so tempting to simply pick you up and curl up somewhere soft and then cuddle you. Maybe even have a book with and a blanket, so that when the main cuddle is done we can still cuddle but with the warmth of the blanket and a nice good book to read."
The younger banged his head against his desk, so much for finishing anything. Hearing the other move Danny did not look as he put up his hand in a stop motion.
"Don't."
There was silence for a moment before some shuffling came from the bed. "…I could help you, with the homework, then you wouldn't have to feel so stressed over it." The tone was once again that calm soothing one mixed up with unfiltered care.
"…"
"You could view me as a sort of tutor."
"I can take care of my own studies." Even as Danny said it there was an uncomfortable lump in his stomach. For a long time there have been near to no serious ghost threat. This had for the first time given the child a chance to do something else for a change. Problem was thought, that with so much missed out he were having trouble with pretty much all school subjects.
He bit his lip. He had stated to work the moment he got home, that was three hours ago, and while he had been optimistic a moment ago the truth is that he is less than a third done. And that is with the one work before him on his table.
"I don't need help."
It got so quiet after that. For a moment Danny started to wonder if maybe he had managed to get the other to leave him be for once. Then there is two arms around his middle lifting him up from his place.
Unprepared and startled the halfa flails his hands as he suddenly got drop on his bed. Shortly followed by additional weight making it shift before the arms came back around him, pulling him back to chest with Ghost Writer. The older male's legs on either side of the younger.
"Wha- What are you doing?" Sputtering he tried to wiggle his way lose to no avail. Remembering from other moments of a similar kind and the fact that he is tired Danny settles soon down. He weren't going to be hurt, if Writer's stalking had convinced him of anything that is it.
A sudden nuzzle to the back of his head had him flinch.
"I did not mean to wake neither your ire nor your frustration for it all. It's not your fault." The first comment Danny could understand but the second one confused him, what isn't his fault? He did not word his confusion. "I arrived here ten minutes after your school let out, yet you were already here, working on those assignments. But that was three hours ago. Three hours were you not even once have taken a break."
Writer became silent for a bit as he re-nuzzle Danny's head. "I simply wanted to give that break to you, let you rest before going back to it. It's not your fault how you have to struggle with this. You haven't been given a chance to do anything, aside from fighting and surviving for over a year. It is not your fault."
Danny got real quiet alongside Writer after that. This ghost really did care for him. Danny could hear it.
"Please let me help you."
There really is someone that cares.