Paris x MALE!Reader (The Dummy's Dummy)

7

It's weird.

It's weird how I am seeing a certain toy infront of me standing with a smirk and hands neatly tucked behind him.

"Hello again y/n." He spoke.

"OH MA GAAD?!!!" I yelled.

"OH MAAAA GAAAADD!!?" I yelled louder.

"Y-y/n..?" He was flustered.

"OH MA GAD!!! YOU!?? WHY!? YOU HERE??? RIGHT NOW!?! HERE!!!" I stammered like an idiot, as I watched him laugh his own probably non-existing ass off.

"YOU!!? WHY HERE??? HALLUCINATION??!?" I continued to stammer, before I felt his red gloved hand over my mouth.

He gestured me to hush down, as he continued to smirk at me like a toy.

As quickly as I could to nod, he gently took his hand away from my mouth.

"It's been a long time y/n." He chuckled.

I instantly flushed.

Shrieking to myself if this is even happening for real.

I swear I was slowly dripping down low unto the ground, my face red and questioning if he's really here right now.

"Y/n?" I instantly stood back when he called me and yelped a, "y-yes!?"

He let out a relieved sigh, as he patted me in the head like a dog.

"How have you been?" He asked, before continuing his question with another question like, "that bear didn't get to you that fast, right?"

I took a deep breath before answering.

"First, i've sorta been doing good!" I yelped, continued with, "and lastly! Kind of, that teddy bear gave me a light scratch near my lips, see?", While pointing to the one tiny scratch near around my lip the bear was able to leave on my already ugly face.

"It's just a little scratch when he jumped unto me though!" I stuttered.

I was still blushing for the fact that i'm not hallucinating this time.

I continued to stammer quite a bit, before I felt a hand hold my chin up towards something.

Well more of lips touched the scar over the side of my lips.

There was silence after Paris parted his face away from mine and took his hand away from my chin.

One thing I did was stammer even more, while flushing like a madman.

"OH MAAA GAAAAD!!! YOU KISSSSSSSSED MEEEEE!" I yelled.

I then screamed from the top of my lungs which was then quickly stopped by Paris's hand over my mouth.

"You've changed quite a bit on being a loud one now." He mischeviously chuckled.

I squeeled in response when he took his hand away.

I swear I was having a mental breakdown infront of him.

And he just watched me do so.

...

After a few minutes passed, I was tired as heck from screeching, squeeling, yelling, and for short 'a mental breakdown'. I lost it for a couple of minutes.

"Are you done now, y/n?" He asked, while giving me a slight pat on the head.

I violently nodded in response.

"Let's get you home. I hope you don't tell anybody of where you got that scar." He sighed, as he helped me stand back up on both feet and walk our way to my apartment.