It’s Oscar night, and Y/N is already fully dressed, standing before the large mirror in the bedroom. Her gown, an elegant, floor-length piece in deep navy blue, fits her figure perfectly. Her makeup is flawless, and her hair falls in soft waves over her shoulders. She looks like she stepped right out of a high-fashion magazine, but her gaze isn’t on herself. Instead, she watches with an amused grin as her two men, James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender, frantically rush around the room.
“Where the hell is my shirt?” James shouts in frustration, pulling open drawer after drawer. “I swear I just saw it here!”
Y/N sits down on the edge of the bed, casually crossing her legs, and watches the spectacle unfold. “It’s hanging on the hook, darling,” she says calmly, barely lifting her gaze from her two men. “You shouldn’t be so nervous. This isn’t your first time at the Oscars.”
“Nervous? Me?” James replies, though his frantic rummaging says otherwise. “I’m completely relaxed.”
“Sure,” Y/N murmurs with a smile. “So relaxed you almost put on the tie instead of the shirt.”
“Funny,” James retorts, giving her a slightly annoyed glance before finally finding the shirt and tossing it on.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Michael is struggling with his tuxedo. “Why the hell are these things always so tight?” He fumbles with the collar while simultaneously wrestling with the bow tie that refuses to sit properly.
“Maybe it’s because you’re always in such a rush,” Y/N says, folding her arms across her chest and enjoying the scene.
Michael sighs in frustration and turns to her. “Alright, I admit it. Will you help me before I completely ruin this damn thing?”
Y/N rises with a smile and walks over to Michael. “You two would be completely lost without me, wouldn’t you?” She stands in front of him and expertly begins tying his bow tie. Her fingers glide smoothly over the fabric, and Michael immediately relaxes under her touch.
“I’m sure we would’ve managed somehow,” Michael says, though he’s grinning.
“Somehow,” Y/N echoes, shaking her head slightly. “It’s amazing you both managed to succeed in the film industry when you can’t even handle a bow tie.”
James, now fighting with his shirt, throws her an amused glance. “Oh, we have other talents.”
“Oh really?” Y/N challenges as she finishes adjusting Michael’s bow tie. “Like what?”
"For example..." James begins, stopping to think. "Well, for example in... improvisation. Or in charm."
“Mhm, charm,” Y/N repeats slowly, turning toward James. “Maybe charm will help you when you’ve buttoned your shirt wrong.”
James looks down at himself and groans loudly. “Damn it!”
Michael laughs and pats James on the shoulder. "You are really in top form today”
“I was distracted,” James defends himself, hurriedly starting to fix the buttons.
“Sure,” Y/N says, stepping closer to help him. “I know all about distractions.”
James looks down at her as she unbuttons and rebuttons his clothes. "Can you blame me? You look incredible."
"Oh, I know," Y/N says with a cheeky grin. "But you guys don't look bad either... once you're done, anyway."
Michael steps behind her and gently places his hands on her shoulders. "You're particularly quick-witted today, you know that?"
"Maybe it's because I'm the only one here who doesn't have a nervous breakdown over a shirt or a bow tie," Y/N replies dryly, patting James on the chest when she's finished. "There. Now you almost look decent."
"Almost?" James asks, raising an eyebrow.
"All that's missing is the jacket. But honestly,” she gives him a sharp look, “as long as you put it on the right way, I’m happy.”
Michael laughs again and falls onto the bed. “I love it when she’s so direct. It keeps us on our toes.”
Y/N gives him a challenging look. “I’m sure without me, you two would never make it out of the house on time.”
James shakes his head as he pulls on his jacket. “Probably not,” he finally admits. “But… that’s what makes us so interesting, isn’t it?”
Y/N stops, her arms folded across her chest, as she looks at the end result of her work. Both of her men look stunning in their tuxedos, but the journey there was beyond chaotic.
“Interesting?” she repeats, stepping back to look at them both. "I would call it more 'challenging'."
"But you love that," says Michael, winking at her. "A little chaos, a little excitement..."
"Maybe," replies Y/N, grinning. "But a little more organization wouldn't hurt either."
James steps towards her and gently puts his hands around her waist. "Well, that's what we have you for, isn't it? You're the connecting link in this chaos."
"Right," mutters Y/N, playfully pushing him away. "But now we should go before we're really late."
"Wait," calls Michael, who stands up and frantically searches for his cufflinks. "Where are they..."
"In your jacket pocket," says Y/N without even looking. "Exactly where I put them so you don't lose them."
Michael reaches into his pocket and smiles. "You're a real miracle, you know that?"
"I know that," Y/N replies, shaking her head as she heads for the door. "Come on now. I'm not the only one who's supposed to look good tonight."
"Before we go," James murmurs, pulling Y/N gently to him, "is there something else I need to get off my chest."
"Oh yeah?" Y/N asks, looking up at him curiously.
James leans forward and presses a soft, intense kiss to her lips. Y/N closes her eyes briefly and returns the kiss with a slight smile. As they separate, she feels Michael behind her wrap his arms around her waist and gently kiss her shoulder. "I think that's our ritual before we leave," he says quietly.
"A ritual I don't want to miss," Y/N murmurs, turning slightly to Michael to kiss him too. His lips are warm and familiar, and when they finally pull apart, her gaze falls on James, who is standing next to them, smirking.
Michael raises an eyebrow and takes a step closer to James. "I think I'm not the only one who deserves a kiss tonight," he says with a mischievous smile.
James smiles slightly, steps closer. Their lips meet in a gentle kiss, and Y/N watches them with a satisfied smile as her two men lose themselves in their own togetherness for a moment.
When they pull apart, Y/N shakes her head slightly. "You two... are impossible."
"You know that," James says as he gently takes her hand.
Michael joins them, and together they leave the room, hand in hand, ready for the evening.
