#chris evans x roxie alexander

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Choxie Drabble!

“So you’re gonna be doing the voice of Buzzlight year?”

“Not just the voice, like the telling of the actual dude behind the toy.”

“....ok I’ll bite. How pretty is the penny?”

“Out of this galaxy.”

“Corny ass! Chris Jamal Evans!”

“You know that name too?! Oh god why.”

“Oh baby, I’m basically on the chairboard.”

“Oh lord. Your not gonna let me live this down at you?”

“Nah. Cause I love you to infinity and beyond.”

“Now look whose corny.”

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Roxie: old blue eyes

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Chris Evans in The Red Sea Diving Resort

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Author Note: hello all! Since I am doing Henry x Amiyah, in lew of doing Clark Kent x Nubia Calhoun, with Meagan Tandy in both roles. I might as well do Steve Rogers x Jalessa Munroe, with Ashley Blaine Featherson as Jalessa and Roxie. Kill two birds with one stone.

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Chris and Roxie kissing for the first time tho!!! I might cry!

I got you nonnie! So with this i broke it up into 3 parts, the phases of which Chris x Roxie went through from the very first time they kissed. Hope you guys like it!!!

Word Count: 1,889

Warnings: none, maybe a minuscule. just gotta squint

SN: if you’d like to be included in Choxie stuff, let me know and ill add ya to my list, i opened it back up!

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My First, My Always

As Kids:

It all started when they were younger, about 8 and 9, they were inseparable. What began as a long and beautiful friendship expanded into a tight bond, a bond that can never be broken. What made Roxie kiss Chris first in the 3rd grade was that he shared his box of crayons with her. The big Crayola 64 count box, with the built in sharpener, she was over the moon “in love” with him and no one could tell her otherwise.

She made sure everyone knew that Chris was her “boyfriend” and no one else could have him. It was sharing time and Roxie didn’t have any crayons because, everyone took the boxes and paired off which made her sad. 

“Uh Roxanne, you can share with me if you want?” Chris’ tiny but mighty voice helped ease her pain of not being able to color, in her Jungle Book coloring book. With a sweet smile, she nodded and say next to him.

“Thank you, Christopher. You can call me Roxie.”

“Ok, Roxie it is. You can call me Chris.”

A gleam in her eye sparkled as she came up with an idea. “Ok! Oh can I give you something since you’ve been so nice to me?”

“Uh yeah sure.” Chris looked up from his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles coloring book, and was shocked when Roxie gave him a quick kiss. His cheeks were flushed in embarrassment, the whole class oohed and awed at the action and it made Roxie giggle.

“I like you Chris.”

“I like you too Roxie.” 

After all that happened, their teacher called both their parents in for a conference to discuss what happened during coloring time. It was a surprise to Mrs. Farwinkle, that both Lisa and Monica were also childhood best friends and vowed to stick together no matter what. Even when it came to their kids and marriage as well. 

“Thank you for your concern Mrs. Farwinkle but, it was a sweet gesture from my daughter.” Monica, Roxie’s mom, reassured the middle aged woman that it was ok and kinda cute actually. The pair was getting ready I head home and finally relax.

“See? No harm done, it was just an innocent kiss amongst new friends.” Lisa smiled and nodded in agreement, as she walked with her son towards the door to head home.

“Well, since you both have an understanding about it. I guess it’s no issue then. Thank you ladies for coming in.” Bidding the two moms a fond farewell, Lisa and Monica chuckled gently as they headed towards their cars.

“So dinner tomorrow night right? Andre is making pasta salad and I have the red velvet cake.” Monica asked after strapping Roxie in her car seat. 

Lisa nodded enthusiastically. “Yes ma’am. Gorton and I will be there tonight. Why don’t we have the kids get together?”

“That could work. Getting them all together at whatnot and bonding. Just like we did growing up.”

“Sounds good. See you tonight.”

As the mothers drove to their perspective homes, the kids were fast asleep due to the soothing feeling for the car. Little did they know that this was just the beginning.

As Teenagers:

“Roxie! What are you doing? We gotta go to Lauren’s party.”

“But what about the chemistry exam we have in a few days?”

The bond never broke at all, and these two stuck like superglue by any means necessary.

“Oh come on, live a little. You’ve been studying all weekend, let’s go have fun. You’ve earned it.”

“Ugh fine.”

Growing up together, made them both appreciate the power of their friendship and how strong it was to keep it. Despite the fact that they both have had small crushes on other people here and there, they managed always come back together.

At the party Roxie felt like an outcast given that Chris was the life of every event; football game, social club and gathering. Yet Chris made sure Roxie was always good. So during a game of truth or dare, Chris was on the lookout for any dirty business happening to her.

“Ok so Evans, truth or dare?” One of the boys, Tye, had outed him during the 5th turn around. 

Eyeing him up and down he sucked his teeth, he got that from Roxie. “Dare.”

A smirk on Tye’s face was was pure evil, making Roxie shudder. “I dare you to go into the closet with Roxanne and kiss her for 10 min.”

Within the group of kids oohed in unison, that is until Tye plucked a nerve with Chris. “What’s the matter Evans? You chicken? Too scared to kiss your best friend in a linen closet?”

The look on his face was pure adrenaline and determination, mixed with annoyance. “Tye, you and I both know I’m anything but chicken.”

“Then do it. Kiss your best friend in the closet.”

Roxie was caught off guard, when Chris pulled her up from the couch and into the closet which locked from the inside.

“Remember, 10 min!” Tye yelled from the other side of the door.

“Chris, we don’t have to do this.” Roxie’s voice was small, but enough for him to hear.

“Roxie. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now but I couldn’t think of a way to do so. Ever since you gave me my first kiss, at a very young age, I knew I had to make it right.” He rested his head on hers, taking in the moment.

“Even if it meant in a closet at a party?” Roxie asked curiously.

Chris chuckled gently. “Even if it’s at a party.” Running his thumb against her cheek, he kissed her gently and the memory came flooding back. Holding her against him, he didn’t want to let go.

Locking her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss a bit, Roxie felt her face heat up. It was as if her nerve endings were electrified and brought to life. It was as if the world stood still and no one else mattered to her, just like the day she kissed him first.

“10 mins! You can come out now love birds!” Tye’s voice broke the heated moment, causing the tension to rise and fall between the pair.

Slowly coming out of the closet, the two felt awkward and yet closer together, while sitting back on the couch. 

“This doesn’t change how I feel about you, ok? If you ever need me I’ll always be there for you.” Chris reassures her with a gentle smile, and a tender hug.

What did he mean by ‘this won’t change how he feels about me?’ She thought to herself as she hugged him back. “And I will be there for you too Chris. Through thick and thin.”

Only time will tell how long that pact will last. And yet it did but blossom into something more promising and worth while. They were each other’s first time, as well and it set the tone for how they’d still be friends. They had other moments with other people, and yet their friendship was still intact. Maybe it wouldn’t change after all. 

Current Time Frame, As Adults:

And boy were they both wrong. The older they got, the feelings grew and the thoughts kept shifting, especially for Roxie. She held it in on how much she liked her best friend, more than just a friend. The fact of the matter is when Chris met Delilah, she knew she had competition.

Over the years when he was involved with Delilah, they butted heads constantly. That is until she met Carter, who looked like he could do no wrong but his face said otherwise. The more she got to know Carter, the more Chris got annoyed with him. The more Chris got involved with Delilah, the more Roxie got annoyed. It was a never ending struggle until Roxie broke it off with Carter for good.

The days got better when Delilah was reminded of the unbreakable bond between the two best friends, when she would pop up unannounced. Not even the premiere day for Endgame could rally in her favor, seeing as though it was tradition for the Chris and Roxie to spend the night with each other the day before any premiere of theirs.

That fateful weekend was all a blur, but grand. The night before changed something between the pair and it was magical. When Chris heard Roxie moan, he thought he was in a trace let alone a dream of sorts.

When he finally kissed Roxie for the first time in years, it was like the gates of heaven opened up and the angels sung in harmony. 

It was as if he got his wish and was willing to do anything and everything to keep her by his side. So in the middle of the night after the kiss of the century and a snuggle, around midnight, he woke her back up to just talk to her. He felt around the bed but didn’t feel her there.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Her voice rang through the darkness. But only the moon shined through windows. She slid back into bed next to him snuggled back into his side. 

“Well yes, but I wanted to ask you something important.”

Looking at him with curiosity, she sat up a bit against the headboard. “Ok what’s up? Something wrong?”

“Not really. I’m just curious about something: do you really want to pursue this with me? We’ve been friends for years and I don’t want to mess this up.” Sitting up next to her, he took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.

“Chris, we were each other’s first kiss; we were each other’s first time and so many other milestones that I don’t regret. You mean more to me than anything else in the world. We’ve done things “just friends” don’t do, and I wouldn’t mind taking it a step further.” She slid back onto his lap under the covers, draping it back around her hips, scooting closer on him and held his face in her cocoa butter infused hands.

“I’m ready for the leap if you are.”

He rubbed her hips gently and held her right against his chest. “You know I am Roro. I just needed to hear you say it before I did this again.”

He shut her up immediately with a heat searing kiss, Earth shattering to her very core. He had to hold her hips still to not rock against him so much because he wouldn’t control himself if the situation arose, to something else that neither of them were ready for just yet.

She tugged in his hair graciously, edging him on to kiss her deeper and not let go. A moan shattered the back of his throat, skating his fingers up her back in an effort for her to know how he was feeling.

“I’m not gonna let you go. I let you go before and I don’t plan on doing so now.” He whispered against her lips softly.

She whispered back to him. “I don’t plan on seeing you leave me either.”

The pair spent the rest of the night cuddled on top of one another, drifting back to sleep with lazy kisses. With hopes of an amazing premiere day, these two were thicker than ever.

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Chris being in Roxie’s apartment in his underwear just strumming at his guitar. She’s washing his clothes from the wine that Minka spilled on him💅🏾

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Chris Evans as Colin Shea in What’s Your Number? (2011)

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So Into You: Chapter 3

Note: I finally got the chance to update SOMETHING. Good gawd. I’m not gonna waste y’all’s time, so here we go!

Warnings: if ya squint and tilt your head to the left it’s bare minimum

Word Count: 3,465

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Premier days contain the following; hair and makeup, fasting for days, needing to fit in said perfect outfit picked out months ahead of time, sneak peak pics for the gram and occasional teasing from a pair of old friends.

“All my life, been grindin' all my life. Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price, Want a slice, gotta roll the dice

That's why all my life, I been grindin' all my life. All my life, been grindin' all my life. Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price, Want a slice, gotta roll the dice

That's why, all my life, I been grindin' all my life.”

Getting into the groove of premier night, the sounds of the late great Nipsey Hustle rant through the walls of my decent sized hotel room. There’s curl wands on the counter; a few makeup cases opened, couple of dresses on hangers in the spacious bathroom and just wine flowing mixed with the good vibes.

Chris has stayed over my house over the weekend for the premier of Endgame. Yes a few kisses were shared, slight touching here and there but that’s all it’s been. Sharing a bed with him with our feelings out in the open, it’s really different now for the both of us. The way he makes me feel now, is way different than before. We agreed we’d switch up the tradition and get ready at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, in separate rooms that happen to be 3 doors down from each other.

A familiar voice had been heard, on the other side of the door, over the music to suddenly stop the flow. Becoming alert, I had tightened the tie on my silk robe. “Knock knock.” 

Upon opening the door, I had to contain the excitement when Cleo came in. “Come on in, come on in!” 

“I heard there was a certain goddess, that needed a dress for the one of the biggest Marvel movies ever. I of course care prepared and granted what the queen asked for.” As she set up the dress on the rack next to Danai’s, I unzipped it and was floored.

Cleo does not disappoint at all. The dress was white, with a gold beaded bodice flowing down from the breast line; cut out shoulders with spaghetti straps, a cape and it hit right at floor length. It was more elegant as I could imagine. A growing smirk appeared on my face, as a sinister thought came to mind and boy I was ready for it.

“That look, I know that look Roxanne.” Danai was always on my toes when it came to certain moments. Especially in rehearsals, we formed a tight bond and I couldn’t be happier to have her in this moment.

“Oh lord that look. The one look that says, “I plan on making guys sweat.” Kind of look. Know it all too damn well.”

“Whatever do you ladies mean?” I tried to play it off, but my face was giving it away too easily.

“Who are you planning on having to stop in their tracks this evening, Ms. Alexander?” Danai asked out of curiosity, while getting her makeup done.

A soft shrug and a smirk, was given. “That’s for me to know, and for everyone to find out later if anything happens from it.”

“Well, we gonna guess who the mystery man is.” Cleo arched a brow in triumph.

“Cause he’s putting a smile on that gorgeous face, and we wanna know who.” Tessa, who is also one of my good friends, was always one to get on the case for anything.

“Guess away ladies. You may or may not get it.” 

Getting my hair curled, I felt a sense of adrenaline rush through me with trying to keep this a secret. Over 30 plus years of friendship, with added pent up sexual frustration, has come to a halt with a kiss and revelation.

Upon moisturizing my legs to shine in these pictures, I received a text from Chris. Only god knows what he wants at a time like this.

Chris: I bet you’re gonna look real good tonight, baby doll.

Baby doll? That’s a new one. The grin on my face must’ve gave it away, by the glares I got from the girls.

“Now now who's making Kida all happy? Is it Milo?” Tessa never missed a beat when it came to guessing games. As far as she knows, I hope she doesn’t guess Chris. Responding back to his text I had to be quick, I had to hide my phone away from the vultures. Yet he replied with quick like speed.

Me: baby doll? That’s a new one, Evans. You planning on showing out tonight? Being America’s golden boy and all.

Chris: You know I will be. I have Cleo to thank for styling me.

“She’s grinning like a Cheshire Cat! Who is the man?” Cleo grabbed my arm and shook vigorously. The girl had a vice grip on me and I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“If I tell y’all, will y’all stop asking?”

“Yes!”

“Ok damn.” I bit my bottom lip feeling anxious about delivering the news. We weren’t legit yet but I could trust them to keep it quiet. Geneva and Miyah already know so, why not tell the rest of my tribe? Well part of the tribe anyway.

“The Milo Thatch to my Kidagakash, is Evans.” I say with my eyes closed, awaiting the peanut gallery as I slipped into my dress and heels.

Danai was giddy as a kid in a candy store. “I knew it!!! Y’all got closer over rehearsals. I knew that whole only childhood friends thing wouldn’t last.”

“What about Delilah?” Cleo arches a brow, before zipping me up in my dress, then helped the other girls.

“Tuh. What about her?” If my hunch was correct, I would I think she’d be cheating on Chris without a second thought. She already has her name out there being a low budget actress and all, thinking she’s high and mighty.

With a slight nudge from Tessa, we shared a smile. “She has an inkling that little miss Delilah is messing around on Chris. If she is then he has every right to explore whatever he’s got going on with Roxie. They deserve it.”

Cleo added they final touches on my makeup. “That is true. Well, ladies you’re all set and ready to go. The car is outside and I’m sure your dates are too. I’m sorry I can’t make it, already have plans.”

“Girl why aren’t you going? Is it Jake?” I asked with a smile.

“Ha ha, very funny. It kind of is but it’s me, him and Callie. We’re doing dinner at the house and his date got canceled. No it wasn’t me this time, I need to get my hit count up though. Anyway, I gotta get Callie from her dads. Send me pictures!” On her way out she said her goodbyes, and we all headed out as well.

The look she gave me when she saw Chris come out of his room, was sinister. She pointed down the hall towards me and he froze instantly. When was the last time he saw me in a dress? My birthday party actually, and it was a sundress. This one was form fitting and gods know I loved every moment of it.

Now Chris on the other hand, he looked like a god. His elegant royal blue suit, paired nicely with a simple black and dress shoes. He looked regal almost, yet commanding as he always did when he walked into a room. He held out his hand to me, I graciously take it as he spun me around.

“You look amazing. God damn I can’t believe I was blind to not see the beauty in my best friend. I mean I always knew you were beautiful but, damn. Look at my girl.”

“Chris honey, you’re rambling.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at his bashful nature, as I pecked his cheek. I let the ‘my girl’ comment slide for now.

“You look good too, hella good actually let me check you out now.”

Having him give me a full turn, showing off the goods here and there I could tell he felt good. The smirk on his face was proof enough for me. I could tell he hung out with Anthony Mackie too much.

“Salvatore Ferragamo? Nice job.”

“Yes actually, custom too. You’re good Roxie, very good.” Offering me his arm to hook with mine, I did so as we headed for the car downstairs. 

“Well I know my suits like I know my man. Plus, you don’t wear anything but Italian cause mama Evans and I talk.” 

“Your man huh? Since when am I your man, Alexander?” He looked at me before we both got in the SUV, eyeing me down like prey. If we weren’t going to this premier I’d be jumping his bones right about now.

“Since we’re on the subject, since when am I your girl?” I whispered against his lips in a seductive tone, watching him buckle at the knees. 

Sending a wink in my direction, I knew this ride was gonna be awkward and dirty. “Since forever. You know that, doll.”

The car ride was exactly that and more. We weren’t even that far from the Dolby Theatre, about 10-15 minutes out, and he couldn’t keep his hands off of me. His left hand was creeping up my right thigh, making me close my eyes at the feeling. Having his hands on me was always a fantasy of mine and to have it come to reality, was something brand new.

“Christopher, were almost there and you need to chill.” I say through my small giggles. The crowd was even louder than I anticipated and I could feel their energy through the car.

Once we got out of the car, the paparazzi were swarming like mosquitoes on a muggy summer night. Asking a question left and right, gesturing me to turn for pictures. I let Chris do his thing at a distance, that was until he called me over to take pictures and answer some questions. Of course I had to plug Cleo’s designs when asked about my dress, no way was I gonna leave my girl hanging.

“Seeing as though this is going to be one of my last interviews, I have to say Miss Roxie I have to say you look good girl.” Zuri Hall, one of the best interviewers around for Entertainment Tonight, always made it her mission to find me. I loved the girl the death, her personality was just outstanding and her energy was electrifying.

“Girl I’m just trying to be like you, all fine and our here doing the damn thing.” I was never one to hide my presence when it came to interviews.

“Last time we spoke it was a year ago for Infinity War, as a Dora Milaje.”

“Correct, I was one of the fearsome warriors.” I nodded gently with a sweet smile etched on my face, then looked over at Chris who was doing his own thing. Zuri must’ve caught me cause she chuckled softly.

“And you’re here with one of the main stars correct?”

“You caught me slippin. But yes I am, Chris Evans himself. America’s golden child if you will. We’ve been best friends since we were kids, and to be in each other’s lives for this long with our careers it’s astounding really.”

Whenever I talk about the friendship Chris and I had, it made me feel special and proud to have a guy like him be my friend for so long. Maybe in more than friends if the stars aligned.

“With a friendship that tight I can only imagine the shenanigans you two get into.”

“Oh yeah, it’s a lot going on but it’s all fun.”

“That being said, what can you tell me about the movie?” Arching her left brow, Zuri tried her best to get information out of me, but that wasn’t gonna happen.

“All I can say is: be ready. That’s all I can say because we were all shooting scenes at different times and no one really knows how it all ends but the core six. The rest of us common folk don’t know anything.”

“Ah man. Well I tried ladies and gentlemen. Special thanks to you Roxanne for the opportunity, we’re all excited for the movie. I know I am, back to you guys.” Once the interview ended, Chris signaled for me to meet him down by the end of the carpet. 

Upon walking twisted him, to my left I saw a curly blonde head with pink tips. How many people has that hair style? Stopping in my tracks I was shocked to see none other than Delilah herself. She decided to come after all huh? Getting a closer look I saw who her date was, and to say I wasn’t shocked at all was facts. Carter and I have been on and off for years, just a few months back I called it off because I needed someone committed to me and not just for publicity.

Carter was never an honest lover to be honest. He looked like the sneaky type because he is. He’s conniving, vindictive and just plain douche. Yet to know he’s with Delilah and she didn’t tell Chris was a bitch move. Part of me wants to tell him, but the rest of me is gonna keep my mouth shut until the volcano erupts.

“Ready to cry? Everything ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He asked in a teasing tone, lacing my fingers with his to get me out of my trance.

Once coming to, I rolled my eyes playfully as we walked amongst the crowd, I bit my bottom lip. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good. Glad I have setting spray on, let's do this.” 

-3 Hours and 2 Min later-

“Y’all ain’t right. My god that wasn’t fair!” 

“I told you, you were gonna cry. You didn’t want to listen to me.”

“You’re an ass. Actually no, scratch that Steve is an ass. I’m happy for Sam, I am cause I know Khadijah is excited as fuck. But really? Steve just had to go back to Peggy? I know it’s just a movie but that was a dumbass move.”

To say Chris was enjoying my ranting was an understatement. I could tell he was doing his signature left boob grab, as he laughed in hysterics. I made him stay on the other side of the door, as I changed into my second dress for the after party back in the hotel room. 

The royal blue dress hugged my curves like a glove. It was another one of Cleo’s creations, with a keyhole and gold embellishments around it. The top was mainly a halter top but still showed off a little something. I somehow managed to get the zipper all the way up with a wire hanger. 

Stepping out in all my glory, I made my best friend stop in his tracks this time around. He eyed me up and down, with the classic wolf whistle.

“Roxanne, Roxanne. You can’t keep doing this to me.” Planting kisses all on my face and being handsy, I never experienced affection this much.

“Christopher, come on love. We can’t be late and everyone is expecting you.” Pinching his cheeks caused him to stop and bite his lip.

“Ok ok. Let’s go so I can show my best friend off.” Holding my hand once more, we managed to make it back to the car on time and to the party. 

-After Party-

The party was live and full of good vibes as it should be. Chris was talking with the guys by the bar, and I was hanging with the girls by the fountain. We promised to find each other on the dance floor when the time was right. I was still thinking about seeing Delilah and Carter our in public and can only think about what the tabloids were gonna say.

Tessa rapped me on my shoulder. “Roxie, you got something on your mind? You’re staring into space.” 

“Hmm? Oh I’m sorry, it’s just I saw something today and I can’t shake it. I’m still seeing images in my head.” Since Tessa caught me this time around, I couldn’t shake the thought away. Granted all Chris and I are doing is just cuddling and sharing a few kisses. He did tell Delilah that he’d be at the premier and after party with me. Yet she’s here, just hanging on all over Carter. 

They’re like 10 feet away from me, cuddled up on a plush couch sharing a few laughs. Part of me wanted to tell Chris so bad, but I didn’t want to ruin his night by being vindictive.

“Chris told me about that when he was talking to Chadwick. Are you feeling ok?” Danai rubbed my shoulder in comfort and serenity.

“At the moment no. I’ve seen something and I don’t know who to tell. It has to deal with Chris and Delilah, because she’s here with Carter.” My mouth was like a running waterfall of information. 

The shocked expressions from both Tess and Danai were unmatched. They always knew something was wrong with me, didn’t let my conscience get the best of me.

“She’s here? With Carter, who decided to come out of his arrogant hole?”

“Yes Tessa. That Carter is here, with his bitch ass face of his. Condescending ass, they deserve each other honestly.” I have never spoke ill of a couple before or anyone for that matter, and yet these two were the bottom of the barrel evil.

Danai nugged me a bit. “You can y’all him when you’re ready. Let’s just have fun ok? It is after all the greatest after party of the cinematic universe, lieutenant Ashanti.”

“That’s easy for you to say, general Okoye.” Tessa snickered and grabbed herself a glass of wine.

“Oh you’re one to talk, Miss King of Asgard.” It was my turn to snicker as I danced the night away with my friends, all the while letting the alcohol flow without being tipsy. 

The rest of the night was just a blissful night full of love, laughter and good times. I knew that the epidemic that happened earlier, would make it to the surface of every social media platform soon. It would grow faster than a wildfire and burn everything in its path. Once I met with Chris at the front door, he looked exhausted.

“Ready to go home?”

“Yeah. I need to cuddle my best girl and eat the cake she made the other day.” He placed a kiss on my head, holding me close to keep me warm. 

“Your best girl? What about Peggy, or Delilah?” Arching a brow in hysterics, the slight eye roll of his caused a smirk on my face.

“Now, now. You will always be my best girl besides mom, Carly and Shanna of course. But you come first, and if Delilah can’t understand that then she’s not for me. Any woman I date for that matter.” 

Hearing him refresh my memory of an old phrase he’d say to me, made me feel at ease for once all night. Saying goodbye to our friends, getting a couple of goodie bags to go.

“Alright. Home is 45 minutes away, the hotel is 10 minutes. Which one?” Hooking my arm with his once more as we headed to the car, I started to think about seeing Carter and Delilah again.

“Home. Matching pajamas and snuggles.”

“Deal.”

The drive home was amazing and peaceful. Just the sounds of jazz music playing in the car and the city moving past the windows, created a calming effect. Getting ready for bed was the easy part, crawling into bed was tiring along with tying my hair down.

My neon green Victoria’s Secret boy shorts and a black camisole, were comfy for me and made Chris very happy. His black boxers and white tank top were anything but subtle, with his muscles bulging everywhere.

“Night Chris. We can do lunch tomorrow.” Snuggling up against him under the heavy duvet, I was knocked out against his chest.

“Sounds good Roro. Night love.” As he places one final kiss on my head I was dreaming. But it was so peaceful to tell you the truth. I remembered where I saw Delilah and Carter before: it was at a charity function 2 years ago.

No wonder they looked so cozy. The facial expressions they had were relaxed and rejuvenated faces and I knew that all too well. I was going to catch Delilah in the act for actually cheating on Chris, and boy was I going to relish in it.

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Ch1 || Ch2 ||

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So Into You: Chapter 2

A/N: Here we go for chapter 2! This one part is a little early, but works with the rest of the story and how it follows. Let me know if you’d like to included in the tag list!

Warnings: light sexual themes

Word Count: 2,457 [snapped!]

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________ Roxie’s POV Shooting days. I never got the hang of these, even though I’ve been doing it for years, it still feels surreal. Day in and day out of constant shootings, re-shoots and 15 min naps. Life as an actor never gets old.

When we completed the ceremony scene for the movie, Married at First Sight, I had to take in the sight of me in a wedding dress. I felt like royalty, a queen even. The ivory lace against my rich mocha skin, shined with an ethereal glow. It made me put ideas into perspective about wanting to get married.

It was a flashback scene that only lasted for 10-15 minutes. It was hard to put on, but it is so nice to admire each time.

“Man, if only this was real.” I murmured to myself, thinking I was the only one in the room, but I wasn’t alone.

“Gorgeous as always. Someday it will be real, whomever the lucky guy is. He’ll be gaining a true diamond.” Chris spoke softly, holding my shoulders gently as he held my gaze in the mirror.

“Whomever I marry will be gaining you as a friend too. You ain't going anywhere Evans.” 

I hope if I have the courage, I’ll express how I feel about him. It’s beginning to get harder than ever and I don’t know if I can just be his friend at this point and time.

Chris’ POV

She looked amazing. Not just amazing but nothing short of a goddess. The more I think about how much I love her, like really legit love my best friend but I can’t seem to shake this feeling. 

I was in deep thought. ‘If only this was real.’

“You ain’t going anywhere either Alexander. I’ll make sure of that.” Sharing an empathetic smile with her, we both knew that we’d probably be with people who wouldn’t truly love us, as we did with each other.

“Alright Alexander, let’s go. We gotta get ready for our next scene. The dreaded argument scene of a married couple.”

“Lord help us with whomever we marry, because we’ll have all the practice in the world.” She remarks behind the changing curtain. Once she was done, we headed back to set did the next scene.

I nodded in agreement, walking side by side with her as our arms were linked. “We’ll be too good on practice for it, holding our own. Standing our ground.”

“You already have good practice now. Seeing as though, by what you tell me, you and Delilah argue like starving hyenas.” 

She had a point there. Delilah and I have not seen eye to eye lately, and it’s been taking a toll on me. Physically and mentally, even more so spiritually. If that takes into account.

“Arguing with her is like a never ending battle.” 

“Much worse than fighting Thanos?”

The chuckle that escaped my lips, and the full on clenching of my stomach, proved I haven't laughed this hard in a while.

“Much worse than fighting Thanos.” Times like this were what I had dreamed of. Just me and my best friend, enjoying the day. 

As the scene went on for the fight, which took everything in me to not cry, I never wanted to even think about a relationship fight with her to come to surface. It shook me to my very core, to even think that something that momentous could ever happen. 

Upon taking a break with the cast and crew, I heard a high pitched tone call out my name.

“Christopher. Hi baby.” Delilah kisses my cheek and sat on my lap, as I glanced over at Roxie who was glaring daggers in back of Delilah’s head. This wasn’t going to be good. 

Roxie murmured slightly, just loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear. “Delilah.” 

“Ronnie.” She rolled her eyes, as I peeped how hard Roxie sucked her teeth. It was only a matter of time before shit hit the fan. 

The way she looked at Delilah, could put the fear in anyone. 

“It’s Roxanne to you. What are you doing here anyway?” 

“I’m here for my man. What’s it to ya?” The way she smacked her gum was irritating. She was controlling in certain situations that I had no control over at all; she demanded I’d call her a lot and just be all in my business. 

“This is a closed set. Why are you here?” 

“I’ve been here and there. Buying commercial properties and flipping them. I get around you know.” She flipped her hair, which hit me in the face. As I rubbed my eyes, I heard what Roxie muttered and busted into hysterics. 

“I bet you do.” Roxie smirked, while heading back to the set to go over the scene again. 

“Chris get her. She’s demeaning me!” 

“No can do Lilah. Sorry, but you have to go home babe.” Placing a gentle kiss upon her head, she groaned in annoyance. 

The was a questioning tone in her voice. “Fine. I’ll see you at home then?”

“Actually I was gonna spend the night at Roxie’s, cause the Endgame premier is tomorrow. It’s tradition for premiers, sweetie. You should know that by now.” I knew she didn’t want to hear it by the way she walked away from me. 

I knew I wasn’t going anywhere with arguing with her. Every other night we’re arguing, even though I put her first most of the time. It’s like pulling a wisdom tooth with her, it hurts but it’s gotta get done. 

“Delilah!” I sighed calling after her, not wanting to add more stress to my day.“Let’s get this show on the road people!”

Roxie’s POV 

Within the next hour or so, rehearsals went on without a hitch or interruptions. The look on Chris’ face, from Delilah’s rude introduction, meant he really needed a break asap.

The drive back to my house was quiet and pleasant. With Chris asleep in the passenger seat, I had time to think about what all went down in the break room. Delilah really needed to step off and learn her boundaries, which she still didn’t grasp. Granted I am only his best friend and nothing more, yet I feel like we’re drifting apart every second of the day. 

Pulling into the driveway, I tapped his shoulder gently, shaking him slightly. “Chris. Hon wake up, we’re home.” 

“Hmm? Oh cool, I’m gonna shower first and head to bed. I’m exhausted and we have a bit day tomorrow.” He mumbles in the deepest sleepy voice I’ve ever heard. 

His tone sounded like a warm blanket on a rainy day, wrapped around me in a tight embrace. Telling me to not worry about anything else, just to focus on him and no one else. I snapped out of my daze and headed inside. 

“A-Alright, um do you want to take the guest room or share with me?” I asked, grabbing him a bathing and face towel. 

“I’ll take the guest room this time. I got a headache and I don’t want to bother you with it. I’ll catch you in the morning for our ritual.” Placing a gentle kiss on my head, I sighed gently taking in the moment as I watched him walk down the hall. 

“See ya bud.” Heading to my own bathroom, I focused more and more on his voice. 

in the shower, I closed my eyes and let my fingers do the work on my body and just take over. The orgasms came rushing as I gently called out his name, hoping he didn’t hear me at all. Getting dressed for bed, I had a silk nightie with matching shorts, I was ready for bed. Next thing I noticed, he was sitting on the edge of my bed, twiddling his thumbs in thought.

“Chris? Is everything ok?” I asked cautiously, standing by my dresser to lather my cocoa butter lotion on me. He looked like he was about to burst, but his breathing was normal. 

“Please tell me I’m dreaming.” He mumbled into his hands, then looked at me. 

I was hoping he didn’t hear me, I was clearly wrong. My breath caught in my throat, and he noticed. “Dreaming about what?” 

“I heard you moaning my name in the shower. I had finished before you, and was going to ask you where you moved the blankets. Until I heard you say my name and it uh did something.” I felt his breath on the back of my neck, as I pulled my hair up into a messy bun. The closer he got i felt the heat radiate off his body and onto my back. 

I faced him this time, my body ran cold. “Chris I didn’t mean to. I-I shouldn’t have been dreaming about you while I was taking a shower. Not that I haven’t thought of you before but- shit ok imma shut up.” 

I was more embarrassed than I thought I was and needed to hide. I tried to head to bed, but Chris had blocked my path by grasping my arms and pulling me closer to him. I must be the one dreaming this time cause he’s never been this close in an intimate setting. 

“What if I told you I have had, the same dreams about you too?” 

“Chris you can’t. You’re dating Delilah, I’m off and on with Carter. We can’t, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship because it will.” Part of me wanted to so damn bad. His lips looks so inviting it was uncanny, to not think about him. 

“I understand. But is that what you really want? Cause I know what I want.” He lifted my chin gently looking into my rich brown eyes with his elegant blue one's. 

“You do know Delilah and I are on and off too right? She doesn’t know that I’ve seen her with other dudes before.” 

“Chris why am I just now hearing about this? You have to dump her. Are you even in love with her?” 

I asked without missing a beat, caressing his face softly. I saw the eyes of a man who was hurting emotionally but couldn’t let the cause of his pain go. 

“Publicity. Her agent is in dire need of her image to be grand, so our agents met and it all went down from there. I haven’t been in love with her for the last year, the first year yeah but after that when she did you wrong at your birthday party. I couldn’t handle it anymore so I’m just in it for her sake. So to answer you question, no I’m not in love with her.” The further he explained, the more I understood. But I will be keeping my eye out for safety reasons, gotta guard my heart. 

“Then let me ask you another question.” 

“Go for it.” He rested his heart on mine, as we swayed from side to side. My hands locked around his neck, taking in the surroundings around us. 

“What I want is you. It’s always been you, I just hid them too well from you I guess. What do you want, Mr. Evans?” He lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist, as he sat on my bed. I held his face again and sighed. 

“You. I want you, it’s always been you. But how are we doing to tell Carter and Delilah?” His lips grazed against mine, causing my heartbeat to rise.“How about we do a double date of sorts, day after the premier?” I bit my bottom lip, holding him against me as I traced the contours of his biceps, looking at the man I’ve been crushing on for years. I have to be dreaming because all of this is too good to be real. 

“Sounds like a plan. Now tell me again what you said earlier.” He pulled me closer to his body so I could feel what I was doing to him. The action alone caused me to groan out loud, and it made him bite his lower lip. 

“I said I want you. It’s..” I placed a kiss on his lips, “always..” and another “been..” and one more. “You.” 

He was blushing like a school boy. “If this is a dream, don’t wake me up.” 

“It’s not a dream Chris, this is very much real. But we need to take it slow. I don’t want to rush into this.” Rubbing my thumbs against his cheek, he bumped his nose with mine. 

“You and me, thick as thieves since we’ve been 3.”

“You mad corny.” I chucked airily. “But I like it. Now kiss me.”

“Ain’t gotta tell me twice.” He slammed his lips against mine, showing me all the love he’s been hiding for years on end into one searing kiss. The best kiss I’ve ever had in years. I felt his tongue tracing my bottom lip, granting him his wish of gliding it against mine. 

Lacing my fingers in his hair, I gripped on tight. I wanted him closer but kissing him was what we needed to start off with. His hands gripped my ass tight, causing a moan to escape from both of us, seeing as though I had moved my hips against him in reflex.

The feeling of his hands under my silk tank top, on my skin, made everything headed. My body was overheating; Chris moaned like a starving man in the Sahara desert, against my lips as I pushed him backwards onto the bed. He was gripping my hips, as I rolled them in tandem with the kiss. The teasing roll of my body on him, increased his breathing and his grip on my back this time around. 

I couldn’t help but hold his face in my hands, the feel of his beard in my hands, made my fantasy come alive. I’d hate to have him shave it cause I have yet to feel it on my thighs. Lord I needed this desperately, I could tell he needed this too. We both craved something better than what we had, and we got it. 

We broke the kiss and just stared into each other’s eyes, catching our breaths. “Damn.” All I could do was think about is this was going to transpire for us both. 

Moving to a more comfortable position, I rested my head on his chest and drift to sleep, to the sound of his rapid heartbeat, as we laid in my bed under the heavy royal blue duvet. His arms were wrapped around me securely. I could get used to this, but only time will tell. 

We both know that this was going to be an interesting journey and we were here for it. 

Prologue || MTC || Chapter 1

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Roxie; Chris for your sake I hope I don’t hate this role for you😂

Chris Evans in ‘Knives Out’ (2019)

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Note

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So Into You: Endgame Premiere Day

Delilah is really pushing it. One false move and Roxie is gonna punch her lights out👀

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So Into You: Chapter 1

A/N: Hey hey hey! Let’s do this y’all! Welcome to the first chapter of So Into You. I’ll be on vacation soon so, this chapter is being uploaded, along with chapter 6 of Work Out. Which I’ll post tomorrow. If you’d to be tagged in future chapters, let me know!!

Warnings: None, except for sexual imagery

Word Count: 2k+ [this is a good one]

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“Chris! Slow your dumb-ass down!”

“Rude! Make me!”

“You gon’ learn today!”

What does it look like for two grown ass adults, running to get to the Cars Land ride in peace? Like a bunch of giddy kids. But who could blame us? We barely get time to hangout with each other anyway, so why not relax at Disneyland and possibly Universal?

A few people stopped us to take pictures, and even though Chris is a bigger star, I got a few fans to ask me for pictures. It made me feel great inside and out, to know that my work has made waves with the world. I must be doing something right. Plus, having a nearly 40 heat old best friend who's willing to act like a child with you is always fun.

“What am I gonna learn Ro? How to do a victory dance, after beating you at Toy Story Mania? Cause I won, twice.” He booped my nose, causing me scrunch it a bit.

I arched a brow and grabbed his hand playfully. “One: you cheated. Two; don't touch my nose. You don’t get to touch me besides a hug. Don’t need helicopter parent Delilah, tryin to check me again. Remember last time?” 

“Yeah I apologize for that. It wasn’t right for her to show up at your birthday dinner, unannounced and caused a scene. I still owe you for that one.”

“Yeah you do. Disney Land will suffice for now. You also owe me dinner from way back when.” Nudging him a bit, before we got in line for the ride, we took a few more pictures with a few folks and chatted.

The birthday dinner fiasco was a disaster. Delilah showed up at Nobu, uninvited, to my birthday dinner hosted by the cast and crew of Avengers: Infinity War. Causing a scene as to why he didn’t tell her where he went, and why didn’t he invite her. He had her apologize to me for being rude and disruptive. I only accepted it because she’s Chris’ girl, but deep down, I felt disregarded.

She didn’t care who saw, she just wanted to let folks know that she was there. I never hated my birthday anymore than I did that day. The next day however, Chris Door Dashed me some food over. It did make it a bit better, but I’m still not he fence about her. She had no regard for privacy or human decency.

Chris rugged on my hand, causing me to get out of my trance. “Come on Ro, It’s our turn. What’s on ya mind? You got that look on your face.”

Helping me into the car, I let out an exaggerated sigh. 

“My bad. Just uh, Going down memory lane about the party last year. History isn’t going to repeat itself is it?”

“Roxanne. I promise it won’t, she won’t come near you as long as I’m around.”

With a reassuring nod, I focused back on track as the car zoomed along, with the sounds of Rascal Flats to bring up the momentum.

“Life is a highway! I wanna ride it all night long. If you're going my way, I wanna drive it all night long.” The inner kids in Chris and I couldn’t resist the sing-a-long. 

Glancing over at him got me thinking. Seeing how happy he was and just enjoying himself, it made me realize I was doing something right by being his friend. I wasn’t going anywhere, yet I kept thinking he’d choose her every time.

After getting off the ride we decided to head to downtown Disney. I was craving pizza so why not.

Given the circumstances of our friendship, he doesn’t know I’ve liked him for years. All this pent up lust for a 30 something year old black woman, ain’t right by any means. To be completely honest, I’ve been in love with my best friend since we were kids. 

Cliche I know, but something about him made me realize that just having him be my best friend isn’t enough for me. My girlfriends know about how I feel; even their boyfriends know. 

How do you tell your best friend, of over thirty years, that you have dreams about then every night? How you picture them in your head, when you’re having sex with other men? You can’t just say that out loud. That’s why I’ve been blocking it out by dating other folks.

I dream of kissing down his chest, leaving hickies along in my wake. Grabbing onto his sculpted hips for leverage, licking his neck teasingly. He's a sight to behold, a true masterpiece of fine art. See what I mean by the dreams being too elaborate? Boy is it harder than I thought.

Chris’ POV:

Taking in the surroundings as much as I could, I backtracked to the day of the party. It was a mess, Delilah was causing an unnecessary scene and essentially made Roxie cry because she had wine poured on her head.

She didn’t talk about that part much. Having red Merlot in your hair was never a good thing, unless it’s New Years. At that point Delilah and I took a break because my friendship with Roxie meant more to me than anything. 

Granted, all my past relationships I’ve had all loved Roxie. Thrilled to have her around, but yet Delilah is pushing her away from me. Being demanding and telling me that I can’t spend time with Roxie anymore, even though we work together and that’s just enough.

It didn’t make sense to me at all. Hence the current “break” we’re on now. She doesn’t understand boundaries at all. 

Not gonna lie, I have been feeling something lately but I can’t describe it quite right. I don’t know whether it’s infatuation or love for my best friend. If it’s the latter, then I think it’s time I accept it. It’s been a long time coming anyway. 

Smiling at a few fans along the way, taking pictures again, made everything relax a bit. I even checked my phone to see if anything happened, while I enjoyed being a kid again with Roxie. Just notifications and love from our fans about our day, then something caught my attention. 

Delilah, had sounded off my find my iPhone alert and I didn’t notice till now. This wasn’t going to be pretty.

I had to get it together. Couldn’t have another birthday fiasco. I took the liberty of ordering a large pepperoni pizza, with bacon and jalapenos for us. I noticed the happy smile on Roxie’s face. One of many great things I loved about her. 

‘Oh shit, I really got it bad.’ I thought to myself, once I shook my head and focused.

“What are you so smiley about over there, pretty lady?”

She took a bite of her slice, doing a little dance in the process. “Food. Ya feeding me today, that’s why.”

“I always found a way to your heart huh? Through food mostly.”

“True. But for the most part, keeping you happy is the fun part of our friendship. I need to make sure you’re ok at all times Evans. Vice versa, cause no guys have been right for me anyway.” This time she bopped me on my nose.

The actin along made me scrunch up my face in playful annoyance, earning a chuckle from hr. It eased my stress levels a bit until, I heard that one fatal voice, that shattered the glass of the house of my concentration.

“Hi baby. I didn’t know you’d be here.” Delilah places a kiss upon my cheek, and waves a bit towards Roxie. That’s weird, she never waved at her. She did know I was here, I didn’t find out she used the alert till after I turned my location back on.

“Uh Yeah. I didn’t think I you’d want to seeing as though were on break currently.” With a slight shrug, I noticed the twinge in her forehead. Roxie kept eating her pizza enjoying the show.

The pet names started, along with her petting my head as she sat on my lap without my consent. “I’m still your girlfriend actually, even if we are on break. I care about you boo.” 

The subtle eye rolls, a fake gagging, from Roxie was priceless. I slid her off my lap and she sat next to me. The two women had a stare off till one of them cracked.

“Have something to say Roxie?” 

“It’s Alexander or Roxanne to you. And no I don’t, because if I did that would require me to nice. Which we both know there’s no way in hell you're capable of doing so.” Stuffing the pizza crust into her mouth, she got up and headed to the front register. I’m assuming for dessert.

The gasp that emitted from Delilah’s lips was comical. “She shouldn't get to talk to me like that. I’m your girlfriend Christopher  not her.”

I had to set her straight, so looked her dead in her eyes. “Here we go again. Delilah, we’ve been on and off for how long? Few months. Dating for close to a year now, I suppose? You have to respect that she’s going to be around forever.”

“I don’t like it, at all. But for you I’ll do anything for you because I love you.”

That phrase was foreign to me hearing from others, besides my friends; family and Roxie. Part of me wanted to hear her say it for real. The dreams I have of her late at night don't help either.

I dream about kissing her neck as gently as possible, holding her close to me. Like she’s a fragile art piece that’s only meant to be observed. I really need to get it together, this has gone maddening.

“Love ya too, Delilah. Now we can talk tomorrow if ya want, I still want to hang with my best friend.” Accepting the Captain America theme cupcake from Roxie, she chilled right back next me with her Black Panther cupcake.

To smite Roxie, she kissed me hard and then walked away with a sway in her hips. “See ya baby boy.”

“Will she ever learn that she gotta have an ass to sway her hips?” Roxie chuckled a little, causing me to join in.

 Using the Steve Rogers pleading look, I had to do it. “I shouldn’t be laughing but I am. Don’t be mean please, I want this to work out. Please?”

“Fine. I’ll try, for you. ‘Boo.’” Now she felt like mocking, flipping her hair off her shoulder and batting her eyelashes. She’ll be the death of me.

“You are so wrong. Let’s go catch the fireworks before it gets too dark. Got an early day tomorrow.”

“That we do. You owe me a piggyback ride too.” Making sure we had everything she, threw the empty pizza pan anyway and hopped on my back as we journeyed back to Snow Whites castle.

“We also could have gone to the parking garage too.”

“What’s the fun I that? The castle is where we’ll get the best pictures in.”

Setting her down on the ground to lean against the railing to get a good view, we may have bought a few light up toys.

“Ok facts.” The fireworks illuminated her face like a stain glass window in a cathedral. One of the most breathtaking sights I’ve ever seen. 

As the show went on, something pulled us closer. Not sure what was going on but, our pinky fingers locked. The drive to her house was long but fulfilling. The day couldn't have gotten any better.

“Rox, you’re home now sweetheart. Imma head out too.” I sat her in her bed and pulled the covers up over her, till she grabbed my arm.

She mumbled gently, loud enough so I could hear. Even with the fan on. “Stay, please? You got clothes here anyway.” 

Smiling gently with a nod, I slipped in next to her and cuddle her like I always did. I wish my desires weren’t screaming at me in my head to go for it. Yet her sad excuse of boyfriend isn’t competition to me.

He’s the least of my worries.

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So Into You: Prologue

Note: AHHHHHHH it’s here! It’s finally here! The prologue for my first ever Chris Evans x Poc OC series! If you’d like to added to the Tag Squad, let me know. Without further ado, let’s take a journey through the friendship of Chris and Roxie and let’s see where it takes them.

Warnings: Slight spoiler for Endgame (If you haven’t seen it, then oops)

Word Count: 2.3k [this is only the beginning]

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“Roxanne Alexander!” A voice called from the back of me.

“Yes?” Going over my notes for the interview with Jimmy Fallon, in my hands, I was nervous. Normally wasn’t nervous for my interviews, but that one meant big moments to come.

“You’re I’m in 15.” The producer, Katie Hockmeyer, smiled gingerly in my direction.

With a gentle nod, I practiced my breathing. Being an actress has always been a dream of mine. Only been in the game for a few years, 10 tops, I had a lot riding on these interviews.

I was recently in Avengers Infinity War and Endgame, as a fellow Dora Milaje. It was a fun job to have and soon, I’m gonna be in a new film which I can’t wait to start filming.

Hearing the theme song go off, I closed my eyes and let my feet do the walking as I got into position. This was going to be the interview of all interviews. To shoot my career even further, and make me a better actor.

Hearing my name being called by Jimmy, I got up on the stairs and walked on to the stage. The crowd was alive and well, to welcoming and warming. I felt at home.

“Roxanne Alexander. It is such a pleasure to finally have you on my show.”

“Jimmy, the feeling is mutual. Out of all the interviews I’ve had, or will have, I’m sure this one will be my favorite.”

The audience was eating this up so much. The conversation kept going; the energy was live and the vibes were right. Talking about my family; my pets, my friends, I’ve kept along the way and so much more.

Jimmy‘s smile lit up. “Ok! So I know everyone is dying to know about your endeavors. How did you get to where you are now? How did you career start?”

“It all started when I graduated from Lincoln-Sudbury Regional High School, class of ‘99. Boston gal born and raised. I did a few plays in school, I didn’t go to college until I was 21. Had what most would call a “Grace period” and went to Howard.”

“Howard? Nice! I know a few grey actors that went there.” He nodded in my direction to continue.

Explaining my journey always made me tear up a bit. I went through so much with trying to find myself; prove myself and just go on this journey of self discovery.

“After I graduated college in 2007, I went on another few years off; seven to be exact. I had my bachelors degree in theatre arts and a minor in business management.”

“Booked and busy. You go girl.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at Jimmy’s remake and high fived him.

I shrugged with a smile. “Have to be. I started a business venture called Cairo and The Nile, which is a skin and hair care line for natural hair. I’ve done a few movies, and a series, back when I graduated from Howard. I was also a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader for 2 years, from 2014 to 2016. That’s when I went back to school for business in Dallas.”

“I went to school while a dancer, with an acting background. Within the last five years I’ve done a few movies as well, which I know you’ve all seen.”

“Of course! Just to name a few Gods of Egypt, Pacific Rim 2: Uprising, Venom, Black Panther, Avengers Infinity War as a Dora Milaje and Avengers Endgame.  Along with some before those: Color Me Crazy, Meet at Midnight, The Get Down, Cards on Deck and Dear White People.” He nodded with a smile, while the audience cheered with enthusiasm.

“So, inquiring minds want to know: how did you get to be apart of Marvel first 10 years? And what can you tell us about Endgame?”

Smiling from ear to ear, I sighed happily. “Well like any other actor I sent in my audition tape and it went very well from there. But yet, I got a little push from a good friend of mine who just so happens to be in the films as well. So it worked out for us both.”

“As for Endgame, all of us don’t know. We all don’t rehearse together. All we do is come in; read what they give us, do the scenes and go home. With breaks in between. Because Holland and Ruffalo can’t keep their mouths shut. So the Dora Milaje and I including Okoye, I love you Danai! Know nothing.” With a gut busting chuckle, I felt tears spilling over my eyes.

“Dang, well I tried.” With a shrug, we both laughed.

“Good friend you say? Who is this good friend?” Jimmy leaned in close over his desk, arching a brow.

“Well he’s been my best friend since we were kids. We met at age 4; our mothers are best friends from college. The bond between our families is tighter than ever and just full of love.”

He tapped his chin in curiosity “Tight bond; Boston kids, mothers are still college best friends?”

“Mhm. Tight like glue on a lace front, as I’d put it and I’d get a weird expression from him.” Laughing a bit at the memory in my head. The audience seemed to like it too, so I got more comfortable.

“I got nothing. You gotta give us some clues or just tell us. We’re dying to know.”

“Now jimmy, where’s the fun in telling you? But I do have a little story to the day I became a DCC.” Smirking a little, I winked at the camera.

He pretended to be hurt, with a gasp “Ouch, Roxanne. I am hurt.”

“Do you wanna know how upset my best friend was when I told him, I was a DCC? I’m sure you’ll guess who he is. It leads up to us both starring, in an up an upcoming film, called Married at First Sight. Y’all should go see it.” Shameless plug.

“I’ll give it a shot, I have so many people in mind. How upset was he?”

“He’s a true Patriots fan. Like hardcore, and when I told him I made the cheer team he was filming another film. He didn’t talk to me for 2 weeks.” The audience gasped, causing me to shrug and chuckle. That day I told Chris was hilarious cause that following day, we went to lunch and then it started.

“Two weeks, two solid weeks. I can’t go that long without talking to my wife. I bet it was hard.”

I nodded a bit. “It was hard cause we talk everyday.”

“Childhood friend. Boston born and raised. Hardcore Pats fan.” He gathered all the info he had.

“Mhm.” I couldn’t help but grin like the Cheshire cat.

“Oh!! Roxanne, is your best friend is Chris Evans!”

“Ding ding!”

His facial expression was priceless, the audience loved it even more. This is the first interview I’ve had someone ask about my best friend and how we’ve stayed so close this long. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for Chris, and vice versa.

Jimmy let out a cheerful exclamation. “That is amazing. 30 plus years of friendship and you’re still tighter than ever. Any nicknames?”

“Never better. We have our moments, but we come back every time. With our characters in Marvel it’s been a nickname I’ve had since we met, which I’m auditioning for one actually. He calls me Ororo Munroe, who is the badass Storm from X-Men, and Of course call him Steve Rogers. Never saw one without the other.” The thought of us breaking up our friendship hurt more than anything. We go to each other for everything and sometimes, I can’t tell him everything. Like the crush I have had on him since we were young.

“Munroe and Rogers. I like it, cause like another detective show. Can’t wait for the new movie to come out, will be on the lookout for the trailers. Anything you wanna say to the audience or your best friend?”

“Of course.” Turning towards the camera I smiled gently. “If you’re watching this like I told you to, then you’re already on the right track. Most of the time you don’t ‘wike it’ when I tell you to do things. Oh well! That’s what best friends are for right? I’ll see you soon, Evans!”

“Roxanne Alexander, ladies and gentleman! Thank you for coming. We’ll be right back after this break!” Shaking his hand, I waved the audience as the music sounded to the commercial.

The director yelled out to us all. “And we’re clear! 10 min everybody.”

Heading back to my little room noticing that my phone was blowing up with Instagram; Snapchat and Twitter. So much love from the fans and even a text from Chris.

“Oh shit. What did he say.”

Chris: Saw the interview today! You did amazing as always Rox, and great job plugging the movie too. Gotta get all the exposure out there.

Heartfelt. So far so good. I wonder if he’s free today.

Me: thank you bud! Means a lot to me to hear you say that.

Chris: any time. Say wanna catch up sometime this week? Sight see in LA?

Chilling with my best friend, or with the family? I’m always with my family or my other friends, and so now I think it’s best to chill with Chris. Which I never do outside of rehearsal.

Me: I’m free today and a few days this week actually. Aside from rehearsals and more interviews.

The drive to my LA apartment was a breeze. Normally it’s be hell in traffic but not this time around. Upon making it home, I saw the Boston boy in all his glory, in front of my driveway. Sending a goofy face my way, he moved to the left a bit.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the goofy string bean, parking the car in the garage. “You just can’t help yourself huh? You love being in my way.”

“What can I say? I love messing with you Munroe.” Showing off his cheesy grin, he welcomed me with a hug. It was as if he lived there and was happy to see me home. If only it was real.

“Ha ha, very funny Rogers. So where’s my son, can’t have ya home without- Dodger! There’s my boy!”

Giving the beagle some love, along with receiving them, I managed to hug him as well.

A pouty Chris emerges. “Why don’t I get a hug like that?”

“You on top of me, would cause a lot of controversy and issues my dude.” Arching a brow at him, we headed inside and for comfy.

He mumbled under his breath. “You sure about that?”

“You say something?”

“Nah. Just uh, so wanna do Disneyland tomorrow? I hear Star Wars: Galaxy’s Edge is open”

“Yeah we can do that. Oh and Lune is in her room, which Dodger found easily.”

Glancing at the two dogs in the little space under the staircase, we both smiled happily.

Clapping my hands together, I gave the Boston boy a look. “Happy dogs. Alright Evans, couch or bed?”

“Bed. The Mummy with Brendan Fraser, or Tom-”

“Fraser, no contest. Matching pjs, or just underwear?” We tend to finish each other’s sentences and it never gets old.

“Matching. This time, my old title.”

“Old title? What do you mean? Chris no way…”

“You don’t know?!” His face was hysterical. He got dressed in my walk in closet, as I changed in the bathroom. After a quick shower of course. Heading downstairs to make popcorn, I had to pull myself together.

“No! They didn’t tell the Dora’s nothing. Danai couldn’t tell me shit! Let me guess, Sam gets it?”

The look on his face as he saw me in my Captain America leggings and matching tank top, was blissful. I’ve never seen that look before. He looks damn good in his sweatpants too, along with being shirtless at that.

Snapping out of his trance, he nodded eagerly upon flopping on my king sized bed.

“Yes he does, and it’s a beautiful send off to Steve. You came into my trailer that one day when I was getting prospects done remember?”

Passing him the bowl of extra buttered popcorn, I slid next to him and grabbed the remote to program Netflix.

“Yeah. That’s what it’s for? Now I’m intrigued. Need a date for premier?” Finding the movie, I paused it for a second, pulling my curly hair into a high puff. I caught him staring at me.

“Why yes. Yes I do actually, would you like to go with me?”

“Why are you staring at me like that? Besides, I’d be insulted if you didn’t ask, I was going anyway.” With a shrug I played the movie and grabbed a handful of popcorn.

“I can’t look at my best friend without their being an ulterior motive? Don’t hog all the corn now.” Snatching the bowl from me, he got some on the bed.

“Nope! What would your girlfriend think? You’re cleaning that up, slov.” Throwing some at him, made it worse, seeing as though it caused a popcorn fight.

“Why bring her up? You two need to have a sit down, and chat. I can’t have the two most important women in my life hating each other.” He threw it back at me and tackled me down.

“Your mother and I get along fine thank you.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah yeah. I’m sorry. Let’s get back get back movie.”

“Oh, and I’m the slob? Says the one with candy wrappers on her dresser.” He pressed played on Netflix and cuddled me. Strictly platonic.

“My house; my room, my rules. Fine I’ll talk to her, you better catch her if she steps out of line.”

Hearing him stifle a laugh, he pinched my arm, which ricocheted into me thumping his head.

“Funny. Let’s watch the first 2, cause the China one made zero sense and the Scorpion King.

The marathon led to us both drifting to sleep, cuddled around each other.

Days like this never got old, and I hope they never change. Yet there’s always a few people who want to see you fall, and that person and I never got along when it came to Chris.

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How about an imagine/HC/anything with my CHOXIE babies and the first time Chris cooked for Rox 👀

Oh boy! Ok😂this was fun. Movie title is made up by me.

Choxie Drabble #1

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The first time Chris made dinner for Roxie, was for her first movie Call Me Crazy. He wanted to do something nice for his best friend and tried his hardest to make her favorite. Which is chicken parmesan. It didn’t go too well though.

First try: burned chicken

Second try: pasta was sticky

Third try: marinara was stuck to the bottom of the pot

Fourth try: he just gave up and ordered take out with Roxie.

“Chris. Why don’t we order take out and watch a few movies?”

“Yeah sounds good. Let’s clean this up first, then we can snuggle in your collegiate blanket.”

“Aye aye captain.”

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Choxie convos: Text 1

Nothing is gonna break em. Not even relationships. More to come soon!

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Requests Box: Countdown

Next up in the Request Line, comes from an non who wanted to read about Roxie and Chris’ first kiss. Now I’m gonna split it in two sections: when they were 8 & 9, and when they’re adults now. Sound good??? Watch out for it and let me know if you wanna be tagged in future Chris x Roxie projects!