Can You See Me? | Markiplier X Reader

OLD Seventeen | A Rolled Magazine

Y/n's POV

After we finished eating Mark began to show me around the house.
Apparently the second room that I went into and thought was another bathroom because of the 'sink' I touched ended up being another guest room.
The porcilin I touched was of a dresser made in the 1800's I guess.
He said his mom gave it to him.

"And then we're back to your room." He says and I smile.
"Thanks for having me here Mark." I say. "I really appreciate all of the kindness you've shown me." I sense him smile back.
"It's no problem Y/n." He says.
"I'm glad that I could help someone who needed it." I nod.
"You're a really sweet guy. I bet your girlfriend isn't too happy about me being here." I frown.

Mark laughs and I give him a confused look.
"I don't have a girlfriend." He tells me as he continues to laugh.
"I have the worst luck with women." I laugh along with him.
"Come on," I say. "How is the sweet, kind, and 'handsome' Mark not good with women?" I ask putting air quotes when I say handsome.
"Hey! Are you calling me ugly?" He asks, trying to sound offended.
"No, I'm just quoting what you said earlier." I laugh as I think back to the pizza incident.
"I am bad with women though." He tells me making me giggle.
"Want me to give you some advice?" I ask.
"U-uh..." He stutters.
"What do you both do on a first date?" I ask him.
"Well u-uh I stutter a-a lot and I ask them about thems-selves. But it always ends-s with them
leavi-ing." He tells me.
"That doesn't sound too bad of a date. Why do they always leave?"
I can tell he's embarrassed by the tension in the air.
"I stutter way to-oo much." He says.
"What so you mean too much?" I question a little confused.
"W-worse than I am-m now."

I sigh and put my hand on his shoulder.
"There is no need to be so nervous on dates." I reassure him.
"I know." He let's out a breath that sounds like he's been holding it in for a long while.
"I just can't help it, no matter how long I've known the person."
I nod and take my hand off his shoulder.
"How about you plan a date and I'll help you get ready for it."
I smile and feel the tension in the air grow lighter, but not too light.
"I don't know." He says.
"Come on," I say. "Someone your age needs to be out in the world of dating before it's too late." I start to laugh.
"Are you calling me old?" He asks
"Maybe." I respond.
"Fine," He mumbles. "Only if when my date ditches you swoop in and we have dinner."
I stick out my hand.
"Deal." I say as Mark shakes my hand.

Time for match making with Y/n.

Mark's POV

I can't believe I'm doing this.
I'm letting the girl I like help me not be nervous on a date with someone else.
Does this mean she doesn't like me?
Of course she doesn't Mark, she's beautiful and your just dumb old muster murkiplier.
Great, I mess up words when I think too.

Y/n help me ask out this girl I met a month or two ago.
I had a small crush on the girl until I met Y/n.
Her name is Amanda and she is pretty. She has brown eyes and blonde hair.
Still, I can't believe I agreed to this.
At least Y/n will be there for when things go south.
She's going to be sitting at a different table not far from us.

"Okay Mark!" Y/n claps her hands together. "Let's get to your lessons on not stuttering."
I nod and sit on the couch next to her.
"Okay so your date complements what you're wearing, how do respond?" She asks.
"I co-complement h-her ba-ack after tha-nking her." I stutter.
Suddenly I get hit on the nose.
"No stuttering, bad Mark!" I rub my nose as I see a rolled up magazine in Y/n's hand.
I chuckle, "I'm not a dog Y/n."
I get hit on the nose again.
"You're on a date and you're driving her home, what do you do when you reach her house?" She asks.
"Tell her I had fun-n and wish her a goodni-night." I get hit on the nose again.
"You were so close!" She pouts.
"This is going to be a long two hours." She mumbles.
My eyes go wide.
"Were doing this for two hours!?" I ask and she nods.
"Now..."

For the next two hours we worked on my stuttering until I stuttered the least amount as possible.
"It's not going to get any better than that." I tell her as I rub my nose for the millionth time.
She sighs in defeat and hands me the rolled up magazine.
"Go ahead." She says.
I give her a confused look as I take the rolled magazine in my hand.
"Huh?" I say totally confused.
"You can hit me with it." She says.

My face goes red as she says those words.
"U-uh a-" I stutter before getting cut off.
"I-I didn't m-mean-...get you
mi-nd out of th-the gut-gutter." She stutters, her face as red as a fire truck.
I then hit her on the nose with the magazine.
"Try again, this time no stuttering." I begin to laugh as her face gets even more red,if possible. I continue to laugh at the beautiful girl in front of me with a face that's so red you would think she's a walking tomato.
"Stop laughing at me!" She pouts as she hits my chest lightly with her fist.
"Not my fault you're so darn cute." I smile and boop her on the nose with my pointer finger.

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