Request By: ForeverCringing77
Prompt: "Did you just hiss at me?" Bitch yeah he did tSK-
Expect: Fluff (and maybe, hopefully no angst or plot twist)

(cat)

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Okay, a'right. Yep, this is how it's going down then.

Picture this; you're sitting down on your fur coated couch, a car purring to your left, and a dog sleeping soundly to your right. Behind you is the kitchen, a rattling sound emitted from it as the dishwasher was turned on, helping clean away any remaining food that was left. Washing away the stickiness from sodas and tea left over in cups.

Rinsing off the stains sticking to the side of bowls due to ravioli sauce being left, or ramen broth remaining for a day or two. Silverware being the easiest to make sparkly clean. You could've just hand washed those, but laziness took over you.

Chip bags, cookies, and empty tubs of ice cream scattered around the counters. Napkins and paper towels, dirty and needing to be thrown away.

The dining table only having left over packets of Capri-suns, ranging in different flavors. Along with crushed soda cans, and empty plastic bottles. Caps are who knows where, as one that wasn't so empty decided to tilt over, creating a sticky puddle on the hardwood flooring that you just cleaned two days ago.

The cats bowl poured with some sort of orange liquid, you're guessing orange juice, as that too was discord near the trash can. While the dog's food bowl contained a variety of Doritos. One of your plushies from Gravity Falls thrown in there too, ripped in half if you took a better look.

Bill would be mad that such a majestic and creepy thing was ruined.

Lastly, your eyes took place on the thing in front of you.

Who was squatting on your coffee table, arms laid over one another, resting against his knees. His head tilted, looking directly at you with those beady red pupils. Blonde locks falling to the side, brushing the bridge of his nose before falling a little over one eye socket.

The amusement he worn clear as day, arching his darker shaded brows up. The smirk hidden by his arms, but you knew they present due to the dimple showing on his cheek. An array of light freckles that dusted his nose smushing together as his nose was crinkled up a bit.

The tip of his long, shredded phyrgian green cap grazing the top of the wooden coffee table. Sometimes melding into the furniture when it spazzes, due to the boy's glitch like nature. The tunic he wore, also torn and stitched in a variety of places, permanent stains soaked into the fabrics of his clothing.

His nails, having a thin layer of dirty beneath, drum against his crossed arms. Am intrigued snicker resonating from within his chest to the outside of the living room.

He knew what he did.

And, oh did he know he shouldn't have either.

"BEN."

"(Y/N)."

Your eyes narrowing, sending a glare of anger and disappointment straight to his core. Hands gripping the edge of the couch, making the cat shift within its sleep. Rolling to it's back, fluffy belly exposed to the world in obliviousness.

The sound of rain being overshadowed by the staticky noise coming through the speakers of your TV, where your friend appeared from just moments ago. Same twinkle in his red pupil still present. And god, is it fucking annoying you.

BEN then switches his position to sitting criss cross, hunching over as his elbows dig into his knees. Palms holding up his head, while he kept his ever shit eating grin towards you. His stare flicking all over your face, soaking in the wish for him to die (again) due to the problem he caused.

"If I'm being honest," He dared to speak, breaking the staring contest that was settling between the two of you, "I'm sure I've been told staring at someone for to long is quite rude, yes?"

"Shut up." Snarling, teeth grinding in such boiling rage.

"But you know that's the truth though, right? I mean—" He sat back, head tilting up as his cap drifted to the other side. His nearly see through finger digits thumping lightly against his scratched up knees, shown beneath the torn traveling pants. "In some countries it's considered accessibly rude! Oh boy, it's better to not make eye contact at all actually, and just listen to the rambling of the speaker— heh."

He closed his sockets, grin from before widening even more if that's possible. Lightly lifting his body above the table to float, as he had grown tired of the wooden feel. A small gust barely causing the R-rated magazine upon the furniture to flip a page.

"Maybe you should—"

You whip a hand up, reaching to grab hold of his tunic and tug him close. Only for it to completely phase through, a cold tingle sensation flowing through your forearm. Making the hairs stand up, as little bolts of electricity flow from the hole you made in his chest. Snaking around the skin, like thin strings being looped around a finger, or jellyfish tendrils lightly slipping over you, the pain low though. Yet, they all flash between the colors of blue and red, sometimes a clear substance of a liquid would appear before immediately disappearing as if it was never there.

The hole itself had smaller particles floating around it, glitching about and teleporting back to the original area it first got punctured into.

And, despite the small tickle sensation laced with an underplaying of pain happening right now on your arm, you eyes couldn't help but widen in slight fear as they drift upwards towards the boys face. Watching as the grin was wiped cleaned, all traces of fun gone, like it was never there.

He peeled his lids open, staring into the kitchen wall above your head. The crimson pupils of his flickering in and out as he himself was seeming to process the event of what just happened.

The said in and out floating orbs darted down to you. Emotions unclear, as if all movement was halted at a stand still. The widen sockets of his went half lidded.

A small audible gasp pass your lips, feeling the space you made suddenly build itself back up. Grasping at your forearm, and becoming a solid material. Feeling a cold gushy substance rub against your skin and—

Oh god.

He solidified himself around your arm.
He fucking trapped you to him.
In him!

'Oh Jesus Christ, Lord All Mighty, this is disgusting!' Eyes blown with horror and stomach fighting back the urge to release your late lunch of Sonic.

"If you wanted to cop a feel, you could've just asked, Sweetpea." BEN's all fan famous flirtatious behavior appeared, along with the goddamn grin he always wears. Pupils oozing in such joy at your highly unsanitary position.

You have a fucking arm going through his body!

Yeah, ghost or not, it's still horrendous.

He gave a purr of sorts, missing your ears as you tried to tug your arm out from his chest. Even bringing your hand up, placing the palm against his torso to help push him away while you pull. It didn't work, and only seemed to make BEN more amused.

Your fingers (from the hand on the opposite side of BEN) brush against a plastic structure, feeling a weird rectangular twist. Threading down the object to hook a finger around a curve, slightly moving from your touch. It was a small bit wet, probably having been used recently—

Wait you know what this.

Spray bottle.

Your gaze falls back to BEN who began laughing at the predicament you got yourself into. Which really he caused by solidifying himself around you. You could feel the rumbling coursing from his body down onto your arm. It was weird, honestly, almost like a cat purring against you.

An idea started to churn within your mind, one you're sure you'd regret. But if it would help you get out of this unwanted situation, then oh well.

Signing, you stop the pushing you were doing with your hand, instead just laying it gently against BEN's chest. Lightly tapping your nails, a rhythmical pattern following by.

His laughing started to slow, as he cracks open his lids. Pupils darting down to you in curiosity at the sudden change of attitude. A grin was still present, though his brows started to furrow together. An intriguing, confused expression following over his features.

That soon started to slowly turn into a flustered one, as he began to feel your fingers tracing circles through his tunic. Slowly making your way up, outlining his barely exposed collarbone.

The specks within his sockets kept bouncing back between your hand and to your own face. Though it was casted down a bit, he could see the faint hue of red. Where as his was getting darker every passing second.

It's not like he didn't enjoy it or anything, but, what the fuck are you trying to do to him? Out of the blue, too. Were you on your period and got needy all of a sudden?

Again, not like he minded. In fact he—

He did a sharp inhale, as you finally look up. Leaning closer and closer to him, lightly bringing a finger over his Adam's apple, before slinking your arm over his shoulder and resting it there.

BEN of all people, had started to try and pull away. Leaning his head back, and resisting the urge to indulge in your actions.

"H-hey." Stuttering, he tried to command his hands to nudge you away, pupils gazing every where but you once more. "What do you think you're uh.. um, doing?"

The arm that was resting over his shoulders scoots down a bit allowing your hand to twist and tug the baby hairs on the nape of his neck. Lightly scratching your nails against his scalp, causing a very faint growl to rumble within his chest. You could only really tell cause, you know. Arm stuck and whatnot.

While keeping him distracted with your actions, your trapped arm is reaching out more and more whenever BEN leans back to get a grasp of the spray bottle. If you could just get ahold of it, then you're chance of escaping is higher.

Just a bit more, come on! You can almost reach it!

Your hand runs up through his exposed blonde locks more, the surprisingly silky texture of the hairs feeling nice as it threads through your fingers. Sometimes getting caught in a small knot, or gettin trapped from beneath his hat, but breaking loose right away.

BEN was starting to give more into your attitude, seeing as his reluctance from before came to a stop.

Leaning your body closer, which in turn made him go back too, you eye BEN's expression. Seeing his blood drop pricks finally lock down on you. Lids trying to keep themselves open, but slowly shutting once he noticed how your lips were brushing in the dip of his neck.

Feeling your breath make way up to the underside of his jaw.

Your hand, slowly hooked around the bottle.

His own breath was becoming more shallow, now feeling how he wrapped his own arm around your waist.

Carefully, with your fingers, you twist the bottle around to wear the spray end is pointed directly at BEN's backside.

He lifts a hand to guide your chin up, lips a mer inch away from locking with yours.

The cave in between your index and thumb rest against the trigger, waiting for the perfect moment to squeeze down on the bottle and spray the water all over the bastard. Just s—

Oh.

o h

Your eyes widen, feeling a surprisingly gentle touch upon your chapped lips. Automatically knowing that what it was— it was BEN kissing you.

He is damn well kissing you!

And it had such a careful feel to it too, as if he was testing if it was indeed okay to do this, what the fU-

In an instant, he ripped away. A screeching glitch leaving his lips as his whole body began to phase in and out, his black abyss sockets with the blood drop disappearing.

Blotches of reds, blues, and greens mixed, spiraling around his body. Errors appearing, and spazzing his limbs, while he threw himself back to your TV. Holding the edge of the TV stand, huffing frantically as he tried to calm himself down from the random attack.

Deep inhales, short exhales. Chest lifting fast, despite no need to really have to breathe due to his form.

Then—

"A-are you hissing?"

Eyes still wide as saucers, hearing the well known sound of cat screeches when warning the other being to back off. Produce by the tongue bumping up to the roof of your mouth, blowing out air, as it causes spit to fly about too and—

"Oh.. oh my god. You're hissing!"

BEN only glowered at you, straightening himself back up and hovering above the wooden floor. Yet he showed no movement of play, his body stiff due to what he experienced. His glitching slowing, yet still spazzing around him. Stepping forth to come back to you, but stopping him by whipping up the water bottle again.

"Wait- no, don't come closer." You warned, finger hovering over the trigger once more. Gently pushing down to— "You're- are you a cat?"

"Shut up."

"N-no, wait— oh god you're. The hissing! You're li-"

"I said shut it!"

It was a stare off between the two of you. Lights flicker on and off cause of BENs mood. The TV behind switching between the dark abyss, to the grains of salt and pepper mixing together.

You remember he connected himself to most of your electricity when having stumbled upon him. Needless to say you were pissed at the bill that month. But—

You couldn't help but suck your lips in to keep from laughing as another hurricane of spit came spewing out of his mouth.

Come on! He's fucking hissing like a wild alley cat!

Who- who wouldn't laugh at someone doing such a ridiculous, outstanding action?

The fact he's completely unaware makes it hundred times better than what it should be.

"B-BEN, listen y-" Slowly settling your voice back to normal, trying to rid of the stutter that decided to appear upon holding back the bellows within your stomach.

It instead pitched a notch, a wheeze filtering through your lips as you bend over. Silent laughs only being heard when you gasp for air. Hand faltering on the water bottle, fingers relaxing as the object dropped to the floor.

With you following after it, other hand coming to wrap around your cramping body, not being able to catch the much needed oxygen.

Yet he still hissed on. His eyes squinting at the bottle, flatting himself against the TV, even beginning to push his body into it. Fading about, glare constantly switching between the cursed spray bottle, your hand desperately trying to find, while in the midst of your laughing fallout.

"Stop wheezing." His voice was threatening, a way to signal to you to cut out with your mockery. But you didn't listen.

You only carried on with your rolling about, and why not? He hissed when talking to you just now too.

"Y-you're such a caaaAAH WOAH WAIT HOLD ON—"

A thin trail of smoke filtered up, directly by your head as your nose caught scent of the burning floor.

He had sent a bolt of electricity to the ground, his warning.

Distracted, you didn't take notice in BEN gripping your wrists, slamming one above your head, the other having been twisted to your back.

And boy, oh boy, were his pupils such an alarming crimson, digging into your own peepers. Searching for your very own soul, locking it into a ghostly chains. Keeping you captivated, with no way to escape.

Despite his own cold hands holding you down, his body did nothing of the sort. Just merely hovered above, focusing most his abilities to his palms, weighing them down onto you.

You could feel the now chilling breaths of his wrapping around your head, sending a spiral of goosebumps down your neck to your arms. The baby hairs upon your head sticking up at the sensation, and the nervousness from the close proximity that has fallen upon the both of you once more.

"I will warn you one more time," Oh have you never silenced yourself so fast, feeling the blonde stands of his hair tickle your cheek. The light noise of a breeze that was prominent in his figure, the touch of his lips barely an inch away from your ear, whispering. "stop."

The simple word. The simple noise.

Was it enough to throw you overboard and out. A deathly shiver racked up your spine, being released in an equally shaky, soft gasp.

Because, damn did he not hiss.

He growled.

Straight into your damn ear.
Your body.
Soul.

You could only shake your head yes. Eyes shut tight, not even wanting to stare upon the being above you. Quite honestly, it felt forever you were stuck within that position.

You could feel his cool palms loosen their hold, barely a touch of a whisper on your skin. Though his lips were still close, enough to practically kiss you if he desires too.

Heart racing, just waiting for him to leave please! You agreed to him, so why isn't he gone! Why can't he just go on now. Instead of just being a creep. Go?

You felt him shift, the little hairs of his leaving a light ticklish trail on your heated cheeks.

But he didn't pull back.

No, his mouth still was in close stasis to you, catching hold of your breath.

Going still once more.

It was like..

Dipping your body into a pool of water. Sinking, letting the water arrange to your figure. Shaping itself about you.

Your neck gone under, standing up top your toes, eyes shuts before gradually dipping your chin in. And that feeling, of the liquid ever so slightly lapping below your mouth.

That was what it felt like, when BEN placed a careful peck to the dip, corner, of your own lips. Keeping it there, for a second or so longer, a fan of earthy intoxicating smells being left.

His scent.

You never really knew till now you supposed.

But he smelt of earth.

The lake water, the morning dew on uncut grass. Wind bustling the trees, the damp soil. Rocks, wet upon the shore.

"Good."

Like that, he raised his head. Stared at you. Then disappeared.

Gone, leaving no trace behind, except your shocked self, cheeks puffed out, blood boiling. But not in anger from the previous reason of a messy home and smug BEN, yet with something else entirely different.

Oh shit..

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He sat there.

Watching you.

Seeing your form shuffle back to the couch, patting the empty spot beside you to summon your pets back. Though, even when they arrived back at your side, he took note in the fact you paid it no mind. Still simply patting the edge now.

He also notices how your gaze was anywhere but your TV. Not your phone. Computer. Game consoles.

Nothing.

That's fine.
He's okay with that.

Because right now, he possibly wouldn't want to show his own red tinted face.

Jesus, why did he kiss you. Twice, at that.

But,,

Looking back up, he could see your face a little better. See the ever lasting blush paint itself from ear to ear, peeking into the creases of your eyes. A wave of a smile trying to be kept force down, but winning in its show.

He can't, won't lie. He liked it.

Oh, what have you done to him.

He hissed at the way his dead heart managed to skip a beat—

"Maybe I am a cat?"

With that, he made his way back to the mansion. Ignoring the questioning look Jeff had sent him.

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A/N:

yo so- my bad this took forever to do
And sorry if the writin got shitty towards the end- I just kinda wanted to finish this since it's been sittin here and never completed
And I also had the urge to write somethin BEN related- still tryna piece together ideas for the book I'm makin with him too

After this- I got a Masky ONESHOT to do next lol
Hope you like it

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