request: ✨ + 41. Did you always know that you are going to leave? & 46. I'm not good enough for you, aren't I? with Marc Spector please! It's from the darkloadofthesimp prompt list. Like the reader found out that marc is leaving her because she found out about layla or something idk if its allowed to ask for one shot/fic/blurb containing two prompts, but if its not, then you can pick anything out of the two 🏼 so excited for your sleepover event!! 💥🏼 Love your blog babes ❤️ - @jakelcckley
pairing: marc spector x fem!reader
summary: things have changed, and you must let him go. it's for the best.
word count: 1,038
warnings?: angst, break up, not proofread
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Marc was different. He had been different for some time now. You had been blaming it on Khonshu, the god who had saved his life at the cost of Marc having to serve him. Now, Marc was having to fight Khonshu's fights, being dragged across the world, coming back to you more battered and bruised than you had ever seen him before. He was constantly exhausted, collapsing on the bed when he finally got home. You almost never saw him anymore. It almost felt like you were more like strangers than a couple these days.
It weighed heavily on your heart. You had thought that you and Marc would be together forever. Perhaps never married, you weren't sure Marc was the marrying type. But you always thought it would be the two of you. Now though...You weren't so sure.
And, as you saw notification after notification from a woman named Layla pop up on his phone, you began to realize why he might not be as close to you as before. The messages coming through were innocent, but...When you saw the smiley face emoji beside her name, knowing that Marc was never the type of person to use emojis at all, it left you with a sinking feeling in your stomach.
"What's on your mind?" Marc asked. No term of endearment. No baby. Not even a hint of love in his voice. Maybe you were strangers now.
You looked up at him. Water dripped from his hair—had he taken a shower? He used to always invite you to take a shower with him, even if you didn't always agree. He loved to wiggle his eyebrows at you, tug you close to him, whisper in your ear that it was very important to save water.
Clearing your throat, you glanced back at the phone, raising it for him to see. Your heart sunk a little when some of the color drained from his face. "Someone named Layla was texting you. I was about to find you to let you know, seemed important."
"Oh." He held the phone tightly when you handed it to him. "We've started working together. She...Her father was one of the people who I...It's—"
"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to explain anything to me," you said. Except, you kind of wanted him to continue. To confirm your suspicions. You knew Marc would be the type to cheat, at least not physically, but you could tell his heart no longer lied with you.
"Nothing's going on between me and Layla."
"I never said there was." You glanced back down at your lap. "But, I do have a question for you."
Marc gave a curt nod. "Shoot."
"I'm not good enough for you, aren't I? Not anymore, anyways."
When you glanced back up, he was staring down at his feet. And that was all you needed to know.
"It's okay. I kind of saw this coming, if I'm being honest." You rose to your feet, stepping closer to him. You took his face in your hands, lifting his head so he would look at you. "I mean, it does still hurt. But, I can't make you stay somewhere that doesn't make you happy."
"You used to make me happy. I used to only feel happy when I was with you," Marc said. It was hard to look into his tear-filled eyes, but you did. You knew you would probably never look into them again. "It's just..."
"You don't have to explain. Really, I mean it. Some people just grow apart. That's life. I won't fault you for that, because neither of us are at fault."
Marc shook his head, a tear slipping down his cheek. "We didn't drift apart, though," he said. And you knew that was true. You just hated for him to feel bad. You hated for him to feel guilty. Even as he had been breaking your heart, you didn't want to break his. "I pushed you away. I've been pushing you away for a long time. I-I never wanted you to be hurt, and I knew that being Khonshu's avatar—"
"It's okay, hon—Marc. It really is. I—" But you couldn't keep lying anymore. Not to yourself, and not to him. Shaking your head, you asked, "Did you know? Did you always know that you were going to leave?"
"I never wanted to leave you," Marc said. "But so much has happened. So much has changed. And I can't let you get hurt."
And you hated yourself as you asked, "But, you can let Layla get hurt?"
"Layla can take care of herself."
You tried to ignore the edge in his voice. The sort of protectiveness he used to hold towards you. "And I can't."
"It's not—"
"That's alright. I mean, it's not a lie. I'd probably break all of the bones in my hand if I threw a punch. I'd sooner drop a gun before I could shoot it. If Layla's working with you, clearly she can fight. She's not someone you have to look after, to protect. She's capable where I'm not. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. She doesn't have anything to do with this." You cleared your throat again. "I'm sorry things are ending like this. I'll just get my things and go."
"Y/N, you don't have to leave—"
"It's your place. Your name on the lease. If anyone should leave, it's me." You took a step back, letting go of him. You turned to find your bag, grabbing some of the things you had strewn about up. "I will miss you, you know."
"I'll miss you, too." Marc said. He sniffled slightly. "And I love you. I'll always love you."
You paused for a moment. "You don't have to. Love me always, I mean."
"I know, but I will."
You didn't say anything more, not wanting to argue anymore. And neither did Marc. By the time you finished shoving your belongings into a bag, he was gone. Sighing, you left the apartment, hoping that he would be okay. Because, even if Marc broke your heart, you still only wanted the best for him.
