Crankiplier Fanfic /smut

Chapter 8

I was sitting with Mark in the living room watching TV, it has been a while since i last moved in to live with him, it's been pretty fine for the most part since i did come here for almost a whole month before we even started dating so it's really not any different, "Hey, you wanna eat something?" Mark says as he gazes into my eyes, "Yeah, i can make us something if you want" "Oh my god, yes please your cooking is amazing" he says to me, i chuckle and get up from the couch and head into the kitchen, i decided to make us some beef sandwiches since this man can not stop eating meat even if his life depended on it.

**time skip cuz i dont know how to cook*

"Hey sweetheart, the food is ready" I shout from the kitchen, "COMING" Mark shouts from upstairs, "is that meat i smell" Mark questions, "Yes, because your life depends on it" I joke "Oh my love, you know me so well" he says while he pulls me closer from my wrists, he kisses me on the lips and then grabs my hand, he stops for a second and starts feeling something on my wrists. Shit

Mark's pov:

As i hold Ethan's wrist, i feel something on them like scratches, now that i think about it, that night in the hotel, there were some scars on his wrists, but i never questioned him about it, i thought it was just a few but holy shit this is much more than i expected, "Ethan, what happend to you" I say as i get more worried as time passes, "Its just some old scars don't worry about them" He says with a nervous note, he's l ying,

"Ethan, please tell me, i am worried" He can clearly hear the worriness in my tone, he lets out a sigh and burries his head in my chest, after a few seconds he stands up normally, "these..uhm..are my old self harm scars."

My heart stops for a moment and i felt it, self harm? Ethan used to cut himself? Why? How did i not know about this? So many questions were going on in my head, but only one question kept coming back, "does he still do it ?" , I snap out of my thoughts and bring him into a big hug, he hugs me back the moment i bring him close to me. After a few minutes i back away, "Do you still do this?" I say as we sit on the chairs, "NO, not anymore, i used to do it last year, but i stopped doing it"He says looking down, "How come i've never heard about this"I say to him, "No one really knows, i knew u were having issues with your mental health, so I didn't wanna add my shit to it" He says.

I am such a dumbass,how come i've never noticed that my bestfriend was also struggeling , that day at the beach was so obvious, and i didn't even notice anything, i am such a fucking idiot, "Ethan, honey you could have told me-" "I really couldn't" he cuts me off, "I really wanted to but i couldn't, whenever I tried to talk to someone about it I just couldn't." I could feel the pain in his voice, he suffered, a LOT more than any of us, more than me, but now another question kept spinning in my head "why would he do that".

"Ethan, why did you do this"I ask him as i grab his hands, "I really don't want to tell you, its such a stupid thing"He says as he looks down, he sounds dissapointed in himself, i grab him by his chin and pull his face up, and i kiss him softly, after a few seconds i pulled away and he rested his head on my shoulder, "Ethan, please i want to know" I begged him, i wanted to know what made him do something like this, what made him hate himself to the point he hurt himself, "Its..because of you"

What.

HEHEHEHE HAVE A CLIFFHANGER U MFS, also sorry for dissapearing randomly i was just really out of ideas, anyways hope you enjoy this backstory shit