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bumble66 · 3 months

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The similarities between closeted right-wingers and Chris Evans

Alternative title: "Dear Mr. future president Evans,"

Recently, I saw how Chris Evans met Joe Biden. For people who don't know. Chris Evans has a political online platform called ASP. This was not the first time he met a famous politican but meeting the president of the United States is something else. It should be clear by now why he does that... Anyway, it reminded me of the gossip I found recently:

As I mentioned in my last big blog post, about Chris' potential boyfriends, I am not really a fan of marvel and didn't know much about him during his time as Captain America. I only got interested after he started the cringeworthy PR relationship in November 2022. In 2018, I was made aware of how many closeted celebrities exist and Mr. Evans being so clumsy with his Portugal bride gave me the perfect opportunity to uncover this Hollywood facade.

As you can see, I have also been asked by a lot of people why I think Chris could be closeted (either gay, bi or a straight guy who doesn't want to commit and just sleeps around). I will answer these questions in relation to today's topics: I. The Portugal PR relationship is mostly done for his future political career (or that was the plan before the backlash) II. The behavior of closeted right-wingers resembles Chris Evans' III. Portugal Bride was not the first PR relationship rumor but why does a rich, attractive and alleged womanizer like Chris need PR relationships all the time? As I always say. Everything on my tumblr is alleged. I merely summarize what people speculate online and give my own opinion on that.

Tim Scott, a failed GOP 2024 candidate and alleged closeted gay man, announced on X that he got engaged to a woman:

As you can see from the screenshot, no one's buying it. It is rumored Tim Scott is doing this because he will be chosen as Trump's vice president. People online claim that Tim Scott being gay has been talked about way before the first "Why doesn't have Tim Scott have a girlfriend" articles:

I heard about Tim Scott being gay and being pressured to have a PR girlfriend around the same time Chris pretended to have gotten married in September and that made me think... I can't find the comment anymore but I remember someone of Chris' fans on the LSA forum suggesting that Chris' "A starting point" political platform isn't just for shits and giggles. Apparently, he wants to go into politics after his acting career. No idea how successful he will be now with that after his latest movie flops and the Portugal relationship having led to lost followers on his social media accounts because it made him appear as a "dollar store Leonardo DiCaprio" but in general..., this idea isn't too far off. Remember the Terminator aka Arnold Schwarzenegger? An action hero became the Governor of California and with Chris Evan's fake Captain America image, pretending online and in interviews to be like Steve Rogers, he could sway a lot of people too!

Remember. The alleged marriage wasn't the first PR relationship of Chris Evans. At least according to his fandom, when they explained how he and Portugal Bride met, he was involved in several other PR relationships before:

According to this person, the relationships with Christina Ricci and Minka Kelly from long ago, were planned by a PR team too and it adds up with a blog post I found years ago about how Minka is allegedly a beard for my back then favorite actor Jake Gyllenhaal. Bearding appears to be a career of its own in Hollywood: https://gaywriter.wordpress.com/2012/06/19/blind-item-jake-gyllenhaal-is-looking-for-a-new-female-beard-to-present-illusion-of-heterosexuality-to-fans/

So his PR team not only allegedly had several options next to the Portugal Bride (like Monica Barbaro) but they were apparently also responsible for his faked relationship with Lily James? It is rumored that Lily wanted more from this PR arrangement from back in 2020. Possibly real love? The social media site Icons+ reports that "Lily James left Chris Evans to be a millionaire's "other woman"". She basically publicly "cheated" on Chris and many gossip sites reported on it. Did Lily do that as revenge because Chris solely wanted PR and rejected her? Kinda like "if you don't give me real love, I ain't giving you positive PR either". It makes me wonder though. Why would a heterosexual man privately reject a pretty woman like Lily James after wanting to be seen with her in paparazzi photographs after all? Odd.

Yes, Chris' alleged personal Paparazzo with the name Jesal basically admitted that he was called to do the pictures with Lily back in 2020 (Nowadays, he seems to be busy with the Portugal PR relationship as you can see from the screenshot, where he was called for a christmas party Portugal Bride and Chris attended). This reminds me of of another failed 2024 GOP candidate who is rumored to be closeted. There is a medium article regarding Ron DeSantis called "Is the GOP gossiping that Ron DeSantis is gay?", how most if not all of the GOP party know about his alleged homosexualty:

As you can see, not just his own party but the general public thinks so too. In fact, they speak about Ron DeSantis' being closeted the same way some people speak about Chris being allegedly closeted:

The replies to this dailymail article about Chris' and Portugal Bride's relationship-reveal, demonstrate that people think that both Chris and Ron overplay the alpha male macho tough guy image, solely to cover their true sexual orientation.

But PR relationships can also have another function. As I pointed out on my blog before: There are many heterosexual men I know who just wanted to sleep around but because of societal pressure, they pretend to be monogamous. The latest political example of that seems to be Gavin Newsom who has been in the news for being an alleged serial cheater. He was already caught cheating back in 2007. On X I found this summary of his latest shenanigans: (TRIGGER WARNING: mention of SA)

Why do I mention Ron DeSantis and Gavin Newsom in relation to Chris Evans? Because they all have one thing in common. A fake stable married man image. Look at the header picture of DeSantis and Newsom on X. Newsom holding his son in his harm. A few weeks ago, DeSantis had a header picture of holding his children's hands and the latest picture, you can see right now, also shows his wife and kids again to portray the family man image while allegedly being someone completely different (a closet case = Ron, a cheater= Gavin). Sorry not sorry but when I saw those header images combined with the rumors I knew about those two guys, I immediately though that Chris is not so different. He also calls the paparazzi, so he can be portrayed for the public as a guy who has a stable relationship and doesn't randomly sleep around in all kids of places.

As someone pointed out on the Lipstick Alley thread called "Chris Evans Relationship Theories 5", he used to go to parties similar to the ones seen in the movie "Eyes Wide Shut" but these rumors were allegedly scrapped by his team when he became Captain America. Why did they worry so much about this specific gossip? Was it true after all? Apparently this goes back as far as 2006:

I have no problems with that because I am pro sexual liberation. I actually point this out so we can normalize this and let people be who they really are, so that they don't have to do these fake relationships anymore.

I mean, remember the screenshot from my "Chris Evans possible boyfriends" post? The user ShellyT20... how she described that a lot of PR relationships in Hollywood exist because the male actors either sleep with each other, have p-word scandals and/or are serial cheaters "but post fake romance stuff on IG and other public platforms. It gives a fake sense of normalcy and stability and shuts fans up for the most part as well as acting as a distraction." When I read this I got reminded of the public "beyond the blinds podcast" episode you can listen to on spotify. The one about the Hemsworth brothers. There it was alleged that Chris Hemsworth is constantly cheating. I wasn't surprised. He isn't my type but I can't deny that he is what most consider super attractive + tall + rich = in no way is this guy monogamous as a famous hollywood actor (LMAO the audactiy to even thinkt hat)... Sadly, when I confront some people with that... for instance Evans fans on LSA or X, most roll their eyes and don't believe that.... They were like: "How can a guy like C. Hemsworth, who posts social media posts about loving being a father and being married for over a decade possibly be such a bad guy"... ... ... ... ... Well and this the reason why Hollywood still fools you with PR relationships because most of you are gullible. You want to see men married with children and as long as the women are age appropriate, you eat it up. And all this goes even beyond these Hollywood celebrities and politicians the general public is aware of. Apparently, even e-celebs are in PR relationships/fake image relationships these days. The youtuber TheQuartering, who said he was partying with right-wing e-celebs said this about them last year: (TRIGGER WARNING: transphobic slur)

Just like how Chris Evan's fans are disappointed that he wasn't the internet boyfriend after all (his fake image for the 2010s) and started to date random young women like Leonardo DiCaprio and Bradley Cooper, TheQuartering was disappointed too with his right-wing colleagues, who pretended to be committed husbands with children while actually being a closeted pride parade. The right-wing commentarors TheQuartering talks about are: Elijah Schaffer, Jack Posobiec and Mike Cernovich. When I found that out I was shocked. I was like "So even these e-celebs are basically "their own Hollywood club" and need PR relationships to function publicly". It really shows how deep gender roles are still ingrained in our society. That even internet-famous people have to have a family man image and portray themselves in a certain way to become "e-celeb-A-list". And if they don't, they will be denied that status.

I know it hurts that your favorite A-list stars are also wife cheaters and that their activism is most likely fake only so that they can continue participating in Hollywood orgies (Which apparently already happen on the e-celeb level). But at one point it had to come out and isn't it better to accept reality than to participate in and support these fake scenarios only to feel better about the world? Cause it is not just TheQuartering who exposed the fake image of the right-wing online community. Blaire White, a right-winger herself, pointed out the same. As people say, where there is smoke, there is fire:

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In this video at 55:35 regarding Blaze Media, Blaire White spills tea about closeted e-celebs. It also includes orgies and drugs... like with our favorite super hero (allegedly).

(Blaire is not the only one who knows about the orgy parties)

Lastly, one of the most famous right-wing e-celebs is Steven Crowder. On his channel he had a video where he once admitted that he had a bisexual phase... a phase..

And according to his own logic that means:

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He also went so far and basically created beard twins. I remember clearly the video where he announced the pregnancy of his wife. He held up a picture into the camera from an ultrasound. It was like "See, I am hetero after all. Are you happy now?". That's at least my opinion on how the video looked like and it adds up with what peole usually say about him:

Honestly, if someone had told me that this text is about Chris Evans, I'd have believed it and so now we have come full circle. While I only know about Chris Evan's since the pandemic (As I said, I don't watch super hero movies), I am still disappointed. In some interviews, he appeared so adorable, awkward and different from other men in Hollywood (like when he was interviewed about his "Lightyear movie announcement" tweet on Jimmy Kimmel). But in the end he is no better than the closeted republicans. Portraying a conservative image of marriage while behind closed doors it is worse than a sitcom trying to convince you that canned laughter makes everything funnier.

(picture: Is this the awkwardness people talk about? Adorable...)

Yes, there have always been rumors that his real personality is being "weird and awkward" and that he is not just acting in movies but also in most interviews. It goes so far that someone claimed he had been rejected on a date and that's why some people assume it is actually him who initiated the Portugal PR relationship and basically paid for it because he can't get someone himself through normal means. Are some people punished with their good looks?

IMO just like with the married right-wing e-celebs who do orgies all the time, it is also a bad idea of Chris wanting to become a father (at least according to his "sexiest man alive" PR narrative from 2022 which seems to be in the trash can now too).

But let's assume his PR team has that still on their minds: Not only would it be solely for his image (which would make this situation PR either way, even if the marriage were real) but according to all his alleged wild ways, he is also unfit to parent, it would be a disaster actually. Controversial commentator Pearl Davis described it very well. How some people just shouldn't be parents:

I agree with Vale. She would just be in it for the image of being a married woman and in our case... a married, monogamous, non-cheating family man. A user on LSA said that when you switch out "fake nails" with "fake teeth" in Pearl Davis' message, you will have the pefect description of Chris Evans:

(Chris Evans being interviewed at the Lightyear premiere resembling Barry Manilow with too much botox) Sorry but after seeing this picture, I have to agree with her. I love his clothing style but a bi-peacock who is more interested in vanity and fake status will never be a good role model for children. As the saying goes: "You can't have it both ways"

I know this is all a tough pill to swallow but c'mon people. This is the year 2024 and at one point this fakeness just needs to stop. Celebrities, politicians and even social meda e-celebs... you are being fooled. And according to Hollywood insider and daughter of famous TV personality John Walsh, a lot of times, one partner of the arrangement is suffering. Is this really what you support? I don't and that's why I uncover all these PR relationships of the entertainment world because as a true progressive, I don't think that people should be judged based on outdated gender expectations like marriage and monogamy.

The closet kills... your real personality. I mean honestly, what do you gain from being remembered after your death as someone you never were? As Joan Rivers jokes at 0:43 in a short clip from 1966. This so called bearding has been going on forever. I don't think we need a 100th anniversary of this shameful practice. So please help me to expose this so that in the future, celebrities can become famous for truly being themselves.

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nerdzzone · 1 year

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Another Ghost of Christmas Past

Summary: Chris returns to Massachusetts for the holidays after moving to L.A. in search of a successful acting career, but the Madeline he finds seems different than the one he left behind.

Part of the Back To You series

Note: There is some talk of body image issues related to Madeline’s life in the ballet world in this part of the story. I know that is a topic that can be upsetting for many people so please do what’s best for you if that’s something that may bother you!

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December 2000

Christmas had always been important to Chris. Spending time with his family with no interruptions or distractions was one of his favourite things in the world and since he’d moved to L.A, the holidays became even more important. He’d been away for far too long as far as he was concerned and spending so much time trying to force his way into an industry that was known for breaking hearts and crushing dreams had him feeling more than ready to have some time back home with the people who knew him best in a place that could offer him a consistent comforting familiarity.

However, it didn’t take him long to realized that something had changed.

The town was the same, his mom and his siblings were the same, the friendly and welcoming attitude of almost everyone he knew was the same. But something about Madeline was different.

When she didn’t respond to the voicemail he’d left on her parents' answering machine announcing his return home, he ignored the nagging feeling in his stomach. She was in the middle of a stretch of performances and he assumed that she was just busy with the show, but when he attended that show with his family on closing night and saw her on stage, the nagging feeling turned into a ball of anxiety as he could tell - even from across the theatre - that she wasn’t herself.

He would never claim to be an expert in anything to do with dancing, but he’d seen Madeline perform enough times to know that she wasn’t at her best. She seemed tired and flat - like all the passion that usually fueled every movement had been sucked out of her - and there were several times when she just looked entirely defeated. He spent more of the show analyzing her behaviour than he did actually following the story, but as he drove home with his family and they all gushed about her performance, Chris doubted himself again. Maybe he was reading too much into things and judging too harshly for someone who’d been away for so many months and hadn’t always been great at staying in touch. He had to admit that he wasn’t very up to date in Madeline’s life anymore and realized that there could be a perfectly reasonable explanation for the shift that he’d noticed.

So, later that night he found himself wandering down to his brother’s bedroom to get a more expert opinion, unable to settle without getting some answers.

“Hey,” he leaned through the doorway, knocking to draw Scott’s attention away from the video game he was playing on the tiny TV in the corner of his room. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

The edge of nervous hesitation in Chris’ voice had Scott quickly nodding as he paused his game.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Hopefully nothing,” Chris sighed. “But I was just wondering if everything is okay with Madeline?”

“I think so,” Scott nodded. “I haven’t really seen her much outside of school lately because she’s been so busy with her dance stuff, but she’s seemed fine when I’ve talked to her. Why?”

“Do you think she seemed off tonight? During her performance, it just didn’t seem like she was at the same level that she normally is...”

He’d tried to phrase the question in a way that didn’t sound like he was being harsh, but the snort of laughter that Scott let out had him thinking that he’d missed the mark.

“Wow, I didn’t realize that you picked up a job as a dance critic while you were in L.A,” Scott teased, making Chris’ cheeks tinge pink. “She seemed a little tired, but she’s been rehearsing non-stop for this and it was the last night of a week of performances so I’m not surprised.”

“Yeah? You think that’s all it is?”

“Probably,” Scott shrugged. “But if you’re really worried about it, you can ask her tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“At brunch,” Scott informed him as if it was obvious, rolling his eyes when Chris looked baffled. “Mom told us in the car, we’re going over to Maddie’s for brunch tomorrow to celebrate the closing of her show.”

He’d been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he must have missed that announcement, but he felt a wave of relief that he’d be seeing her soon. Despite Scott’s nonchalant response to his concerns, he couldn’t shake them and he was eager to see for himself that he was just worrying over nothing.

However, when the time came he realized that his concerns might have been more deserved than he was expecting them to be.

Her mother had met them at the door the next morning and after taking a brief moment to chat with her, Chris headed off in search of Madeline. He found her in the kitchen, looking through a cupboard as her dad was busy cooking up what appeared to be enough food to feed an army and he smiled at the sight of her.

“Welcome home, Chris!”

Greg’s shouted greeting pulled his eyes away from his friend, but he noticed as he went to answer that Madeline didn’t even turn away from whatever she was searching for to glance over at him.

“Thanks, it’s good to be back,” Chris smiled as he moved to lean on the island in the middle of the room just behind where Madeline was standing. “And your show was great last night, Maddie. I’m really glad I made it home in time to come.”

He saw Madeline tense before the sound of a cupboard slamming filled the room as she spun around to face him.

“You don’t have to be so patronizing!”

The look of fury in her eyes and the sharp tone of her words had Chris’ eyebrows wrinkling in confusion.

“What?”

“We all know I fucked up last night,” she informed him, the hostility still ringing through clearly in her voice. “Just because you’re living your big Hollywood life now doesn’t mean you have to treat me like a child and sugar coat the truth!”

Without even giving Chris time to process her accusations, Madeline turned on her heel and stormed from the room leaving Chris sitting in stunned silence with his jaw dropped as he fumbled for something to say. With a heavy sigh that did nothing to ease Chris’ anxiety, Greg turned away from what he was frying on the stove to face him.

“Don’t take it personally,” he assured him. “She’s going through something right now. She won’t talk to us about it, but she hasn’t been herself lately.”

While there was a slight feeling of vindication that his instinct had been right, Greg’s admission put him very on edge. Madeline’s parents were her best friends. Not in a sad, lonely way but the Daniels had always been incredibly close and for something to be bothering her that she wasn’t comfortable sharing with her parents, Chris knew it had to be serious and the cloud of worry in Greg’s eyes told him that he’d made that assumption as well.

“Can I go talk to her?”

His question earned a look of surprise from Madeline’s father, but after a moment of hesitation as if he was waiting for Chris to take the words back, he simply shrugged.

“Go right ahead. I hope you have more luck than we’ve had lately.”

Chris nodded and slowly dragged himself towards the door, trying to formulate some kind of strategy to tackle the situation. He hadn’t had much experience being on the receiving end of any frustration from Madeline - usually they were on the same team and always had each other’s backs - but his confusion only grew as he approached her room and could hear the soft sounds of her crying.

Spurred on by her apparent misery, Chris knocked on the door before cracking it open. She was frantically wiping her eyes, trying to hide her upset from the unexpected interruption, but as soon as she saw Chris in the doorway, she crumbled again.

“I’m so sorry, Chris!”

The words left her mouth as a sob and had Chris quickly closing the door behind him as he entered the room before walking over to sit near her on the bed. She was sitting up with her arms wrapped tightly around her knees as if she was trying to make herself as small as possible and Chris left some space between them to avoid making her feel crowded.

“It’s okay,” he assured her, keeping his voice soft. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“But I was a bitch,” Madeline reminded him. “You were just trying to be nice and I screamed at you like a lunatic.”

“You were a little bit crazy,” Chris admitted, flashing her a weak smile and feeling a hint of relief when he caught her fighting back one of her own. “But obviously you’re upset about something so I get it. Are you mad at me?”

“No,” Madeline sniffled. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Well, you did yell at me downstairs,” he pointed out. “And you didn’t call me back when I left you a message the other day.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve just been really busy with the show and I’ve been really…stressed.”

Her admission had Chris feeling like she was opening the door to a conversation so he gently pushed her for more information.

“How come?”

“I just am…”

She shrugged nonchalantly, but the emotion in her voice gave her away and Chris knew her well enough to keep trying before she clamped up completely again.

“I really wanna help you, Maddie,” he insisted. “But you’ve gotta give me more to go on then that.”

He watched as she bit her lip as if she was fighting to keep her thoughts from bursting out, but as her eyes filled with a fresh batch of tears she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I’m too fat to be a ballerina.”

If she hadn’t been so distraught, he would have laughed at such an outlandish claim, but the crack in her voice and her sudden inability to look him in the eye took any humour out of the situation.

“What?” Chris fumbled for words when his shock subsided enough for him to speak. “Says who?!”

“The choreographer for the Nutcracker,” she admitted. “And he’s a professional, he knows what he’s talking about.”

“Clearly not,” Chris scoffed, his jaw tightening as his outrage washed over him. “But he actually said that to you?”

He knew that over the years several of Madeline’s teachers had made comments about the ideal body type of a ballerina that could have been crushing to her self-esteem, but she’d always shrugged it off and never let it get under her skin. The fact that whatever this man had said to her had her so devastated made him almost blindingly angry.

“Not exactly,” she admitted. “But he was picking on me all the time. He kept telling me to ‘tuck my bum in’ which is, like, really hard to do when it just sticks out because it’s big and not because of the angle of your hips. He said that the way I ‘jiggle’ when I dance would distract the audience and in our final rehearsal he said that there was just ‘too much of me’ and I should probably look into another hobby.”

Her voice broke at the end of her sentence as tears streamed steadily down her cheeks which were burning red with embarrassment and Chris knew the pain of that last remark was two-fold for Madeline. Dancing wasn’t a hobby for her - it was her passion, her life and her biggest dream to make it as a professional - and to have someone minimize that to a hobby and therefore suggest she didn’t take it seriously probably hurt her more than anything else he’d said. He’d experienced similar comments as he tried to make his passion into a career and he knew how disheartening it could be.

However, the rest of the things she’d shared had him filled with a rage that he’d never felt before in his life. His fists clenched as they were twitching to be used and he could feel his temperature rising as if his blood was actually boiling, but he took a deep breath to calm himself as he knew that the broken girl in front of him needed comfort in that moment more than she needed avenging.

“Madeline, you know that’s not true,” he insisted. “No one with a brain would describe you as fat and most of the weight that you do have is muscle.”

“Muscle isn’t always good,” Madeline argued. “I think my butt’s mostly muscle and now that’s a problem.”

Chris shot her an incredulous look as he struggled to wrap his head around what she was saying.

“I know women in L.A. who would pay a lotta money to have an ass like yours,” he informed her, smiling when his comment earned a snort of laughter even if it was half-hearted. “But why have you been puttin’ up with this guy? Why didn’t you tell your parents what’s going on?”

“Because I’ve been trying to fix it myself and I didn’t want anyone to freak out or get all worried.”

Her inability to look him in the eye had returned and it had Chris suddenly feeling nervous about what she was implying.

“Fix it how?”

“I’ve been really careful about what I eat, trying to lose a little weight so I didn’t stand out too much at the show, but it’s been really hard and I’m just really hungry…”

The last word fell from her lips like a whisper and Chris felt his anxiety shooting up again. He knew that it was a delicate situation and one that Madeline needed to be pulled out of before it got any worse, but he felt entirely under qualified to be the one to coach her through it. However, the fact that she’d chosen to confide in him showed that she wanted someone to help her so he fought through the weight of the pressure he was feeling and tried to think of the right thing to say.

“You need to stop that right now, Maddie.” He tried to keep his voice firm, but gentle enough that she wouldn’t feel judged or cornered. He knew how stubborn she could be and he didn’t want her to continue on the path she appeared to be headed down just to spite him. “One of the guys I met in L.A. is a trainer at a gym so I asked him for some tips recently and he said the most important thing is to make sure you eat enough. If you’re working out or exercising, you need to fuel your body and food is that fuel. You’re an athlete, you need that when you’re dancing for seventeen hours a day.”

“I don’t dance for seventeen hours a day.” Madeline rolled her eyes dismissively, but she seemed to take in his words when she spoke again. “But it has been harder to find the energy to dance at all since I changed my diet. I’m so tired all the time.”

“I’m not surprised, this idiot has got it all wrong. You’re good at what you do the way you are now, but you can’t perform at a professional level if you starve yourself until you look like a skeleton.”

“But,” Madeline paused, her lip quivering as she fought back the tears that had resurfaced in her eyes. “What if no one wants to watch me dance if I don’t?”

His heart broke at the genuine look of pain in her eyes. This man had clearly gotten into her head and knowing how much time and energy Madeline had put in to her goal of being a professional ballerina, it wasn’t hard for him to imagine how much she was struggling with the thought of having to torture herself every day if she wanted to achieve her dreams.

“Then it’s not worth it…” He kept his voice soft as he knew that would be a hard thing for her to accept, but he hoped that it was a reminder that would stick in her mind even as he rushed to reassure her. “But that’s bullshit, Madeline. Watching you dance is always special and that’s coming from someone who has pretty much zero interest in going to a ballet.”

Madeline flashed him a weak smile, but any relief that gave him was wiped away when she replied.

“That’s why you’re not a good judge,” she pointed out. “I appreciate your support, but you think I’m good just because you know me, not because you’re looking at it objectively. You can’t see my flaws as well as a stranger can.”

“No, I can’t see your flaws because there aren’t any,” Chris insisted, his temper flaring again slightly at her doubts of his sincerity. “You’re so fucking talented, you’ve been top of your class every year until this one asshole came along and knocked your confidence. You’re gonna rule the ballet world one day, I know it, and you’re going to do it by being yourself, not by hurting yourself to meet the expectation of some dumbass.”

His rant concluded with a huff, but to his surprise Madeline seemed to visibly relax despite his harsh tone.

“You really mean that? You’re not just saying all this because you want to make me feel better? You don’t think I need to lose weight?”

There was a hopefulness to her questions that had Chris thinking that he’d finally gotten through to her and while he was glad that it hadn’t been a difficult process, he wished she’d spoken to someone sooner. Her eagerness to believe him told him that she knew in her heart what was true and all her stress could have been avoided if she’d reached out to someone sooner.

“Of course I mean it, I wouldn’t lie to you, Maddie,” he assured her. “You’re perfect as you are and it’ll only make you a worse dancer if you start obsessing about that.”

“Okay, well after last night I think you’re right about that,” Madeline nodded, wiping the wetness from her eyes. “The things he said were just so humiliating and he’s supposed to be such an expert.”

“Yeah, well, sounds like he’s an idiot,” Chris scoffed as he stood up from the bed and held out a hand. “C’mon, I wanna take you somewhere real quick.”

Madeline’s eyebrows wrinkled together in confusion as she took his hand and let him help her stand up.

“Where?”

“You’ll see.”

“Chris,” she frowned. “I’m a mess, my make-up must be smeared all over my face.”

Her mascara had run and he had to admit it looked a bit distraught, but he was determined.

“Okay, you go wash your face while I get Ma’s car keys and I’ll meet you outside.”

After a brief moment of hesitation, Madeline agreed and Chris shot her a reassuring smile before jogging down the stairs and back into the kitchen. He was greeted by hopefully expectant looks from his mother and Madeline’s parents, but he knew that any information he’d gathered wasn’t his to share and decided to cut to the chase.

“Ma, can I borrow your car?”

Her face fell as it clouded with concern.

“Why? Where are you going?”

“Brunch will be ready in about half an hour,” Greg cut in. “Is everything okay?”

“I think so, I think she’s gonna be fine,” Chris nodded. “And I promise we’ll be back in time for brunch.”

There was an air of nervous confusion lingering in the room, but after exchanging a look with Madeline’s mother that Chris couldn’t quite read, Lisa took her keys out of her purse and held them out to Chris. He reached out to take them from her hand, but she didn’t let go and caught his gaze as she gave him a stern look.

“Is she really okay?” She waited for Chris to nod before she continued. “Take care of her, okay?”

He felt a flash of annoyance at her request because he did always take care of her - Scott was the one who got her into trouble and he was the one who picked up the pieces, it was the way it had always been and he wasn’t about to break that tradition anytime soon - but he knew that they must’ve all been worried about her strange behaviour so he settled for simply nodding his head. Seemingly happy with that reassurance, Lisa let go of her keys and let Chris hurry out the door to meet Madeline.

“Where are we going?”

Madeline had been fighting the urge to repeat her earlier unanswered question since they’d got in the car, but after five minutes of driving in silence, she couldn’t fight it any longer.

“You’ll see,” Chris smiled as they turned off the main road. “We’re almost there.”

They didn’t live in a big town and Madeline probably could have tried to puzzle out where their destination was, but with her mind otherwise occupied, she settled for huffing dramatically at Chris as she turned to look out the window. However, moments later when they pulled into a parking lot, she realized where he’d taken her.

Her favourite bakery that was known for their amazing donuts.

“Chris…”

Even she wasn’t sure if her tone was accusatory or grateful, but Chris ignored her either way.

“Just wait here, I’ll be right back.”

When Chris returned to the car with a giant box and a proud smile, Madeline rolled her eyes.

“I’m not eating twelve donuts, Chris.”

“I know you’re not, they’re not all for you,” he chuckled. “But we’re going to eat one now and then take the rest home for everyone else.”

As he opened the box to reveal the beautifully decorated festive donuts inside, Madeline was torn. She found herself almost drooling at the sight of them as her stomach rumbled from the smell, but despite Chris’ earlier reassurances, she still felt a pang of anxiety. She’d spent a month obsessing over her diet and she knew just how many calories and how much sugar there was in those donuts. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, forced to choose between refusing Chris and jumping off the edge into a world she might not be able to pull herself out of or taking a donut from the box, trusting her gut and walking away from the misery she’d been putting herself through for the last month.

In her heart, she knew the right thing to do. She’d never hated her body. She wasn’t as thin as some of the other dancers, but she’d always liked the way her muscles gave her some extra curves and the genetics that led to her being slightly less flat chested then several girls in her class had never been an issue for her in the past. However, the humiliation and doubt that the choreographer's comments about her body had caused was something she would do anything to never feel again - even if that meant skipping a donut.

But when she saw the look in Chris’ eyes, she was powerless to resist. It was a look of hopefulness, but it was buried under a layer of worry. Knowing how much it would disappoint him and escalate his concern if she turned down what he was offering her, she reached into the box and picked out a donut. Because letting Chris down was the last thing she ever wanted to do.

She could see him visibly relax out of the corner of her eye, but the absolute joy she felt as she bit into the snack in her hands soon became all she could think about. The sweetness, the flavour, the indulgence - it had her completely distracted until she realized she’d finished the entire thing before Chris was even halfway through his own.

“I really needed that,” she sheepishly admitted, wiping a smear of icing off her lip. “Thank you, Chris.”

He waved her off as he swallowed a bite of the sticky treat.

“You don’t need to thank me. I’m just happy that you told me what was going on.”

“I don’t think I could hold it in much longer. I felt like I was going to explode.”

“I gotta say, I’m surprised you didn’t tell Scott.”

“Are you?” Madeline raised an eyebrow. “I love him, but he can be a little emotional sometimes. He would have panicked and immediately told my parents.”

Chris chuckled as he nodded and took another bite of his donut before he commented.

“Well, I’m surprised you didn’t tell your parents either, they seemed pretty worried.”

A wave of guilt washed over her as she knew that he was right and their worry had only been exacerbated by how horrible she’d been treating them. The stress of hiding her inner turmoil and the irritability of being hungry all of the time had made her short-tempered and snappy and she knew they’d taken the brunt of her delicate emotions.

“I know,” she sighed. “But I didn’t want them to get upset and I knew my dad would be so mad if I told him what the choreographer said. I didn’t want him, like, attacking him or anything.”

“Maybe me and your dad can track him down together because it sounds like he needs someone to teach him a lesson,” Chris practically growled, ignoring Madeline’s firm refusal of that suggestion. “Do you have to work with this guy again?”

“No,” Madeline assured him, insistently shaking her head. “They brought him in from New York so he was just around for this stretch of performances.”

“Good,” Chris huffed, his clenched jaw relaxing slightly at that news. “But you should tell your parents now.”

“Maybe, but I still wouldn’t want them to worry.”

Chris shot her a skeptical look, but Madeline simply shrugged in response and a silence settled between them. She watched as he finished his donut, feeling a mix of gratitude and longing wash over her. She was so glad that he’d returned and thankful - as always - for his support, but knowing that it was temporary and he’d be leaving again soon had her feeling a familiar melancholy sadness that she’d been wallowing in quite a lot since he’d left. He caught her eye as he licked his fingers clean and she flashed him a weak smile.

“I really miss you, Chris,” she admitted. “It’s hard here without you sometimes.”

“I miss you too,” he nodded in agreement. “It’s hard being out there without you guys sometimes too.”

“You’re just saying that,” Madeline teased. “I bet you don’t even have time to think about us at all while you’re living it up in L.A.”

“I’ve been too busy trying to get a job to be ‘living it up’,” Chris scoffed, but after a moment of thought, his eyes lit up. “But I do think about you a lot, I even got you something.”

He shifted his hips to reach into his pocket, but Madeline frowned.

“I thought we all agreed not to get each other presents this year.”

“It’s not a Christmas present,” he assured her, pulling out a bracelet. “It’s a crystal. It’s garnet and it’s supposed to bring you good luck in your career.”

Madeline took the bracelet from him and admired the beauty of the thin black strap and deep red stone and as much as she wanted to crack a joke about L.A. turning him into some kind of mystical hippie, she was too touched by the gesture to say anything that might hurt his feelings.

“Thank you, Chris. That’s really thoughtful and it’s so pretty.”

“I thought you’d like the colour,” Chris smiled proudly. “I was gonna send it before your show, but I had some auditions so I held onto it a little longer than I planned.”

Madeline let out a soft gasp of shock and shot him a look of mock incredulity.

“You stole my good luck?”

“I borrowed it,” Chris clarified with a chuckle. “But I don’t think it works anyway, it didn’t help me very much.”

That admission made Madeline’s smile fall as she often worried about Chris and how he was really doing in his search for success. She knew how passionate he was about acting and she knew how talented he was, but she also knew a lot of passionate, talented people were still crushed by the world of Hollywood and while she believed in Chris wholeheartedly, she couldn’t help but worry that he would get hurt too.

“Your auditions didn’t go well?”

“I thought they did,” Chris shrugged. “But I didn’t hear back from any of them. It’s just the way it goes though, you get pretty used to hearing ‘no’ in the world of acting.”

“Well, they’re going to regret it,” Madeline huffed. “One day you’re going to be the guy that everyone wants to star in their movie and these stupid casting directors will be begging you to work with them.”

“I appreciate your optimism,” he smiled. “But it’s fine, it just motivates me to work even harder.”

The conviction in his voice put Madeline at ease and she shot him a smirk.

“Alright, well, if you ever need me to come set someone straight, you just let me know.”

“Oh, yeah?” Chris raised an eyebrow at that offer. “And how would you do that?”

“I dunno,” Madeline shrugged. “Make some threats, bust some kneecaps? Whatever it takes.”

Chris tossed his head back as he laughed at the idea of tiny little Madeline hurting anyone, but he shook his head as he regained his composure.

“Oh, I see how it is. You’re allowed to bust kneecaps for me, but I’m not allowed to fuck up the asshole who hurt you?”

“Yes,” Madeline nodded, eyeing him suspiciously. “Because the difference is that I’m joking, but I’m not sure that you are.”

“I’m not sure that I am either,” Chris sighed, knowing that he wouldn’t actually do anything reckless however badly he wanted to. “But we should probably get back before we’re late for brunch.”

He passed Madeline the box of donuts to hold as he drove, but she wrinkled her nose at the suggestion.

“Are you sure we have to? I should probably warn you that my dad’s pretty determined to get some charades going later.”

“Warn me?” Chris questioned as he started up the car. “You make it sound like a bad thing, I love charades!”

“Really? Isn’t it just like working for free for you these days?”

“Nah, it’s still fun,” he assured her. “And all my auditions are just really good practice so I’ll be extra prepared to kick your ass.”

His claim had a snort of laughter falling from Madeline’s lips as she rolled her eyes.

“Well, it’s nice to see that constant rejection hasn’t broken your competitive spirit at all,” she teased. “But how do you know we won’t be on the same team?”

“Because we won’t be if I get to choose,” he informed her. “You’re an amazing dancer, but I’ve seen your acting skills and they’re not good.”

Madeline let out a scoff of protest as she swatted at his arm, but despite his rude jokes, she had to admit that she was in a much better mood than she’d been in for weeks. The relief of not carrying the weight of her worries all alone was enough to put her at ease, but her time spent with Chris had been a good reminder of what was really important.

She had so many people who loved her and supported her and whose opinions matter far more than one cruel man who seemed to find joy in breaking her spirit. She’d never been the kind of girl to let people beat her down and as they walked into her house and were greeted by the smell of amazing food and the sounds of an extended family full of love, she found herself feeling more determined than ever to stay true to herself and prove to anyone who doubted her that she could conquer the ballet world without changing at all.

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