I’m really starting to think that once I’m done with the intensive program I might try and figure out how to finally start making YouTube videos like Evan, Delirious, Nogla, and Brian. I don’t necessarily have friends that I think I could play with or make a group with like them, but at least I can make videos for myself and have fun doing it! At least if I get any coin, then that’s a plus, but I’ve always just wanted to make videos like that. Thinking of doing it under a guise like Del though. ❤️ Only issue is I live in an apartment so idk how the noise would do.
Today's tip: if you find yourself getting stuck even though you have plenty of ideas, try writing on a different medium! Currently using your laptop? Grab a pen and paper! Don't like writing down your ideas for others to see? Try using a whiteboard or a chalkboard! (You can erase it when you're done and no one else will know 👀)
It's a very similar concept to switching the place in which you're writing. Sometimes using your traditional method leaves you stuck in a rut. Changing things up is usually the best way to climb out of the rut!
Summary: You’re tired of living in the shadows and Richard gives you the encouragement you need to come out.
Word Count: 502
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: (Queued) REPOSTING OF AN OLD FIC. I’m super proud of this fic. Any and all feedback would be appreciated. Tags are below the cut.
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You stood off stage and watched Richard during his panel. He was answering a fan’s question about the show’s involvement with the LGBTQ+ community. Rich glanced your way and winked before continuing his answer. He was the only one on set that knew you were bisexual and it was a total accident that he even found out. You had been working on the show for close to eight seasons, so it wasn’t that you were afraid to come out to your co-stars. You were hesitant of how the fans would react. It could go either really good or really bad. However, the longer Rich talked, the more confident you felt. You headed for your room and hoped you would make it back before his panel ended.
You had disappeared from your spot behind the curtain and Richard knew it wouldn’t be long before Rob came back on stage to signal the end of the panel. Richard finished answering the fan’s question and turned to the other side of the stage to answer the next one. Several more questions passed before Richard heard you walk on stage instead of Rob.
“Sorry, guys!” You called. “It’s time for the last question.”
Rich turned to face you and almost fell out of his chair. You had tied the bi pride flag around your shoulders and were wearing it like a cape.
“You okay, Rich?” You laughed into the mic.
He pulled you close, so they couldn’t hear him in the microphone.
“You sure about this, kid?”
You nodded and before giving him a hug as the crowd went crazy behind you.
“So, you have one more question before Rob and the band come back out.” You announced to everyone.
Richard wrapped an arm around your shoulders as the fan walked up to the mic.
“My question is for Y/N.” She said. “Sorry, Rich.”
“No sweat.” He laughed.
“Y/N, does this mean what we think it means?” She asked.
“It can mean whatever y’all want it to mean.” You winked.
The crowd erupted into applause and you and Rich took that as your cue to exit as Rob and the band reentered.
You spent the rest of the day walking around with the flag floating behind you. You ran into most of the cast and they greeted you with smiles and hugs. You were laughing with Kim and Briana when you were suddenly picked up and spun around.
“Y/N!” Misha cheered.
“Mish! Put me down!” You laughed.
He set you down and gave you a bone crushing hug.
“Could you be any more subtle about coming out?” Jared asked after Misha let you go.
You shrugged. “I’m sure fireworks would have been a little much.”
Kim nudged between you and Misha. “How long has this been a secret?”
“Long enough.” You nodded. “I’m done hiding who I am. I’m proud to be me.”
Everyone squished you into a hug and you had never felt more loved or accepted by a group of people.
