Markiplier Smuts

Leaving Pt. 1

A/N

All credit for the music provided shall be given to its performer Ivy. I do not own this music and do not seek to profit from its usage.

I had to leave my boyfriend Mark. No, we weren't breaking up...I just had to leave for awhile. My big brother-the one who had cared for me when I was a small child was ailing. He was traveling the globe for work, and Germany is where he ended up when he got ill. Nobody knew what it was, just that it was slowly taking his life. I had to go be with him...and Mark wasn't allowed to come. My brother hates him. Hates him more than anyone else. The last thing he wanted to do was look at Mark fully knowing that Mark may be the last person he'd see. 

"I don't like this (y/n), you've never been gone like this." Mark said. "I don't really like it either, but my brother-I don't think I'll see him ever again if I don't go now." Mark pursed his lips. It always bothered me that the two of them never got along. My brother insisted that his younger sister should date a man with a white collar profession. A doctor, a lawyer, a CEO...something important. I never really cared about that. I didn't necessarily need to be taken care of. Sure, it's nice to have a significant other who can take care of the finances while you relax...or do whatever it is you'd like to outside of working, but I didn't mind the possibility of having to have a job or career of my own. With Mark I certainly didn't have to work, but I enjoyed my part time job at a flower shop. A job I was having to quit to go to Germany. "I'll be fine, Mark. I'll be home as soon as I can." Mark pouted at my words. "I'm sorry. This isn't what I wanted to do either. I'm losing my brother...and I have to be away from you while it happens." Mark wrapped an arm around me. "(Y/N), there's still time for me to get a ticket and come along." Mark said. I shook my head. "No. Andrew would not have it. I don't think we should fight while he's on his death bed, baby." "I don't have to go and see him, I just don't want you to be alone there. You've never left this country before. You don't really speak German, you don't know where you're going to...this is all foreign to you and to me. I've never been away from you for more than a night." I appreciated Mark's concern. He was always a great boyfriend. He was encouraging, sweet, and mild mannered  no matter what. Our fights always wound up on the bed...or the floor...or in the shower...we can't stay mad at one another. No matter what. "Mark, I really REALLY don't think that's such a good idea. What if he finds out that I sneaked you along and gets mad at me? This is his death bed we're talking about here. I thought that maybe since he was dying he'd be more receptive to you coming out, but he wasn't. I asked. Clearly he still resents you a lot and I'm sorry for that. Please, just stay here. It's not a good idea to come along." Mark looked puzzled, then hurt. Without warning he stood up and walked away. "Suit yourself (y/n)...but one way or another I am going to keep up with you." "Mark please, I hate it when we fight..." It was too late. Mark had already walked away. I sulked for awhile and went into our room to pack my bags. Mark was sitting on the bed, not looking at me or talking to me. I figured he didn't want me to. When I finished packing, I stood up and kissed his cheek. "I'll sleep out on the couch tonight." I said. "(Y/N)...I'm sorry. I just don't like that you're going all by yourself, I can't be there for you. What if something happens?" "My brother's wife Indigo is going to get me at the airport. We're going straight to there home to be with Andrew." Mark half smiled. "Just be careful. Please please please don't wander off. I know you, you're curious." I smiled. "Mark, please. I have enough sense. It's getting late, I need to sleep. I leave early tomorrow." Mark pulled me onto the bed with him. "Fine...but I'm still going to keep track of you...so I know you're safe." I smiled as I fell asleep on his chest.