Match-Maid of Honor - A Chris Evans Fanfic

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As the best man for my dear friend and colleague Sebastian Stan, there was nothing I wouldn't do for him. I've always believed that the role of the best man is to ensure that the groom's last days of bachelorhood are nothing short of legendary. It's a sacred duty that I've taken to heart, and one that I've been looking forward to for months.

I mean, that's what best friends AND best man do right?

Except for this.

"We are not having a joined bachelor and bachelorette party," I said crossing my arms over my chest. 

While the idea may seem tempting to some, I knew deep down that it was a recipe for disaster. The thought of having a group of men and women together in one place, all intent on celebrating their friends' upcoming nuptials, was enough to make my head spin.

But to my surprise, Stan's fiancée, Alejandra, seemed amused by my objection. "Are you the bride?" she quipped, a playful tone in her voice.

I couldn't help but smile at her response. It was clear that she was just teasing me, and that there was no ill will behind her words. And in that moment, I realized that she was the perfect match for my friend. Not only did they have an undeniable chemistry, but they also shared a sense of humor that was infectious.

I approached Alejandra and put my arm around her shoulders. With my other hand, I gestured toward the future and helped her envision her last night as a single woman. "Just imagine it, Alejandra," I said. "You and your squad can hit up Chili's for some martinis and appetizers, do a little shopping, hit the dance floor, and indulge in some penis-shaped candy. It'll be amazing."

Alejandra chuckled at my suggestions. "Is that what you think bachelorette parties are all about?" she asked.

"Well, they should be," I replied, glancing over at Stan. "Don't you agree?"

Stan's eyes shifted back and forth between me and his fiancée before he spoke up. "I mean, having two separate parties wouldn't be the worst thing in the world," he said, considering the idea.

Alejandra shot a glare at Stan, her voice stern, "Honey, we talked about this earlier."

Stan tried to explain himself, "I know, but-"

"What do you guys even plan on doing?" Alejandra interrupted, "Going to a bar? A strip club? I wouldn't mind going to either."

I interjected, hoping to steer the conversation away from joint parties, "Sure, you can do that. But would you really want to see another woman dance on your future husband?"

I hoped that would be enough to change her mind and have separate parties. But Alejandra's response made me cringe, "I'm sure Sebastian wouldn't mind another woman dancing on me," she said seductively, giving Stan a wink.

Stan blushed, looking uncomfortable while I tried to hold back my lunch

Just then, the door opened, and in walked the maid of honor, Y/N. She was out of breath and apologetic for being late, but as soon as she entered the room, my heart skipped a beat. Her radiant smile drew my attention, and I couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty.

"Sorry, guys," Y/N said, panting slightly, "I got caught up with work and lost track of time."

"No worries," Alejandra said, "we were just discussing whether or not to have a joint party."

Y/N's eyes widened, and she looked at me for confirmation. I could see the same worry and concern in her eyes that I was feeling.

"Actually," I interjected, "I was just telling Alejandra that a joint party might not be the best idea."

Y/N nodded in agreement, and I felt a surge of relief. Maybe we could convince Alejandra to reconsider.

"I mean," I continued, "we could have separate parties and meet up later. Maybe we could go to a nice restaurant or a rooftop bar."

Y/N smiled at me, and I felt my heart flutter.

As the conversation continued, my mind wandered, and I found myself lost in Y/N's beauty. Her flowing hair, sparkling eyes, and infectious personality had me mesmerized.

Before I knew it, the discussion had ended, and Alejandra had agreed to have separate parties. As Y/N and I left the room, I couldn't help but feel hopeful that maybe, just maybe, something could happen between us.

As we walked down the hallway, Y/N turned to me and said, "You know, I was really worried when I heard about the joint party idea. I'm glad we were able to talk some sense into Alejandra."

I smiled at her, feeling more confident by the minute. "Yeah, me too. And, Y/N, I have to say, I'm really glad you're the maid of honor."

Y/N blushed, and I felt a rush of excitement. Maybe this was the beginning of something special.