Bisexual!Markiplier x Queer!Male!Reader

I slither closer to the man behind me and hum in content as the warmth radiates off of him. It had been 3 months since Mark came out as bi, and 3 months since I decided to take that leap and kiss him. 2 months since we first slept together, and 1 month since he officially stated we were a couple. They seemed very supportive to him. I mean at first, it was all hugs and people being proud of him. But things were different for me. I got hate. And a lot of it at that. It was hard to deal with sometime. But I usually managed to push it aside. I carefully slip over in his arms, and place a quick kiss on his chin before intertwining my legs with his and falling asleep.

I woke up to the smell of coffee. I stretched my hands above my head and groaned as my shoulder popped. I scratch my head, slowly sitting up. I toss one of Mark's shirt, which we're always a tad too big on me-I was as skinny as a twig, and he was more built. I walk downstairs to see Mark staring at his cup of coffee with my phone sitting next to him. Curious, I pad over and place a kiss on his head.
"What's up buttercup?" I ask, pouring a cup for myself. He keeps eye contact with his coffee before speaking up.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Hmm?" I feel a drop in my stomach. Tell him what?
"The fans. They send you threats. They treat you so badly. Why didn't you tell me?" He raises his voice slightly, obviously angry at this.
"I've gotten used to it, I guess"  shrugged it off, sitting in the chair next to his.
"You shouldn't have to." He looks up at me and I see his face soften. I smile.
"If I didn't want criticism, I would say nothing, do nothing, and be nothing" I say simply.
"Who said that?"
"Some hockey player. I forget his name. I sat in math for 2 years with the quote to my left. Got stuck in my head."
"You're going to be in my next video"
"Why?"
"I need to make the fans stop. I hate seeing them hurting you like this"
"Marki, I'm fine, alright?"
"But what if it escalates? No exceptions." I shrug, knowing he won't give this up.

He sets up the camera as I tossle my hair slightly, and adjust my glasses.
"Hello everybody my name is markiplier and I'm here, once again, with (M/N)" I give an awkward wave to the camera. "And I want to say, while a lot of you are amazing, there are also a lot of you who have been...not so amazing. I hate seeing you guys hurt (M/N) in the way that you are, and I want you guys to know that I'm so disappointed in you. I expected better. If I'm happy, then I'm happy, and no amount of telling him "I stole your man" is going to fix that for you. I hate to say it, but I'm very disappointed. I thought that you guys would be happy for me, and I guess I was wrong. If I love a guy, so be it, but no amount of hate is going to fix that for you." He takes a breath and put his hand on my knee. "(M/N) is amazing, and he doesn't deserve any of this. If you aren't sending hate, then this isn't addressing you, but if you are, shame on you." I look at him. Hating the sad mood of the video, I try to make it better.
"Standing up for me is the sexiest thing you've ever done" I say.
"Oh? What about last night?"
"Eh. This one topped it by just a little bit." I turn towards the camera. "I'm not mad at any of you. I'm sad that Mark trusted you enough to tell you guys, and you betrayed that trust, but we can work this all out." I look at him and he keeps talking for a few more minutes before ending the video.
"And as always, I will see you in the next video. Bub-Bye!!" As he turns off the camera I see him smile.
"Really? That was the sexiest thing?" He stands over me, and leans down, keeping his weight supported by his arms resting on either side of me on the couch.
"No. I was wrong. That is" I smile, pulling him by the shirt so he falls onto me. I let out a grunt, and then laugh as he falls completely on the couch. "Ya big goof."
"I was trying to be sexy!" He whines.
"Yeah, well, you ruined that" He hides his face in my shirt. "There there. That moment may be gone but there will be more"
"But I wanted that moment!" I laugh.
"I could have done way worse with boyfriends"
"Yeah. I could be a drug addict. Or in jail"
"Or a drug addict in jail"
"You complete me." He looks up from my shirt and lifts himself up to kiss me.
"Ditto"