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

11

I let out a yawn as I sat up from my bed while stretching my arms out.

Today seems like a lovely day to go for a stroll in the park.

I wonder if Paris wants to come with me, like a small date to be exact.

C'mon now y/n...he's a bit busy right now and he might think you're too clingy on him.

I sighed, laying back down on the bed before sitting back up from the sudden knock on my apartment door.

Well, technically mom wont be here in forever 'til i'm an adult so I can call it my place to begin with, ok?

Good. You understand that then.

I walked over the door and peeked through the small hole.

It was Paris.

Oh, shit! I'm still in my shorts!!!

"In a minute!!!" I yelled as I dashed back inside my bedroom and changed into something more pleasing to the eye.

Gasping, I opened the door.

My heart was racing, and my breathing was having troubles.

"Are you alright y/n? You look tired." Paris said with a hint if concern in his dreamy voice.

"Yes! Yes! I'm fine. I just did a little work out that's all." I lied and made a fake laugh so he would fall for it.

Christ! I swear my lungs were dying from trying to breath like a normal human being!!

"W-what brings you here, Paris?" I stammered a question from my dying throat.

He waved his hand mid-air while laughing, before saying, "I just came by to ask for a small favor."

"Small favor? Sure what is it?" I replied.

He didn't reply and winked while reaching a hand out for me to take.

I blushed from that happening and gulped as I took it with slight hesitation.

I don't know what will even happen if I do so. Is this a good idea???

After I made physical contact he was fast enough to yank me up close to him.

"P-Paris..!? W-what are you doing???" I stammered as my throat gave a few visible hics from how close I was under him.

He was smirking like a bastard holding their favorite beer in hand.

"Do me a favor and go out with me for today." What!?? That's the small favor he wanted to ask???

That's a giant favor! It's going to be hard because of how smooth he can flirt damnit!!!

"S-sure!!" I stammered a yes??? What the hell y/n!??

.....

The walk over to the park entrance was nice, he was talking a lot about his stuff back when he was with his creator. I don't even know why he calls his 'dad' creator and all, but who cares!?

He's having fun! And i'm having fun too! And that's the best!

Wait, should I even ask him that..?

I held unto his hand, which made him glance up to me with a genuine smile.

"Hey, Paris." I began and asked, "why do you prefer to call your dad 'creator' than just father or dad?"

He snickered before chuckling over it with a hand covering his mouth.

Why is he even laughing?

Was that even funny?

Wait, is he making a fool on me?

"Y/n... I'll tell you one thing, he isn't my father. He is just my creator." He said.

"So it means that hes your dad." I said. Man this is confusing.

His family is confusing.

"Your family is confusing..." I muttered out loud to him.

This time he laughed out loud.

What's so funny!?

What is funny??

"I don't have a family, y/n..." He giggled.

Wait, so he's an orphan..?

"So, you're an orphan..?" Ok, this question seems stupid.

He held his laughter as he tried to say, "y/n I'm a puppet. I am made of material and magic by my creator."

Wait, what???

I stopped walking and he stopped walking.

I was looking infront of a tree to understand all the information I just made him spit out.

So, he doesn't in anyway have a family...

He was created by his creator that's supposedly not his biological father since he's made of materials and magic.

Wait, magic!??

Does magic even exist for real???

"Paris," I called.

He tilted his head, with arms crossed, and a smirk in his face, before asking, "what is it, y/n?"

"What do you mean magic?" I asked with slight suspicion.

"Magic. Magicians are an example I suppose." He answered back.

What the hell, magicians do magic tricks not real magic!

"You make no damn sense, Paris." I groaned before storming off.

I think he's following me.

Is he even though?

.....

All I remember is waking up in my bed.

Face scrunched in annoyance when my alarm went off.

It's monday...

.....

I sat in my desk, with a sigh escaping my lips, before being shooked by a jumpscare from the back.

It was f/n.

"Fuck you, f/n." I whispered.

He laughed and patted my head.

Fucking jackass...

"Y/n, I know about that." I felt a lightning strike me as soon as he said those words.

I was a man who was about to piss their pants off from anxiety.