So I got this idea from listening to Pony. Don't even ask, I'm weird. Please enjoy! Sorry if you don't like wearing dresses (I don't like wearing them either!) but please cooperate with me guys!
(Warning: You In A Dress 💃)
You posed for photos, you hand on your perfectly shaped waist as you smiled. Your lips were coated in a nice lipstick that matched your (f/c) dress. The dress fell around your ankles, covering your heeled feet. Your hair was pinned back with diamanté pins. Your make up had been lightly added by your artist, considering that you didn't need it. You were beautiful anyway.
Famous artists made their way over to you and told you how you should so a single with them. Your voice was amazing. You could hit the highs and the lows. You were so good that you'd gotten to sing a song with a very famous rapper.
Eminem.
At first, you were alittle intimidated. Of course you were, he was stunning, and that was enough to leave you edgy. His serious blue eyes, his sharp jaw and his amazing body. He was perfect in all the ways that he shouldn't have been.
Surprisingly, he'd actually been quite nice to you.
You walked inside of the Grammy's venue and sat down inbetween two of your close celebrity friends.
The girl who presented the awards was beautiful, you didn't recognise her from where you sat, but her gold sparkling dress told you enough.
"And now, the nominees for the best duet:" the pictures of the couples came up on the huge screen. "B.o.b and Hayley Williams with Airplanes," a small clip of the song came up, along with the music video. "Charlie Puth and Wiz Khalifa with See You Again." Another clip played on the screen. "And finally, Eminem and (Y/N) with Kings Never Die." A clip of the song you sang with your biggest celebrity crush came on. You grinned, not able to control your mouth.
"And the winner is-" The pretty woman opened the envelope. "Eminem and (Y/N) with Kings Never Die!"
You stood up, the crowd going crazy for you. You made your way down to the stage, aswell as your partner. You smiled at him once you were there, him walking to you and wrapping his arms around you firmly.
"Well done, you look amazing by the way." He whispered in your ear, unnoticed.
"Thank you, you too." You blushed.
Your close friend took the Grammy for you and took the mic aswell,"Alright, all y'all better shut up!" He smirked. "I wanna thank everyone who's ever been behind me. But enough about me, I've had enough publicity over the years," he looked at you. "But this girl hasn't. Now look, I know she ain't perfect, but she doesn't need to be. (Y/N), these last few months have been hard, and you've been there to slap me when I've needed it."
He handed you the Grammy.
"So this award is completely for you."
Everyone clapped, you blushed furiously as you both made your way off of the stage. Your heel caught on your long dress, making you squirm and fall.
Marshall grasped your waist, stopping you from hitting the floor. You felt his breath fan your face. You reached up, cupping his sharp cheek in your hand. You were lost in his eyes, just as much as he was in yours. He understood what was going on, and he lifted you up to crash his lips down onto yours. You kissed back at the first contact. You were indulged by the sudden out burst of passion.
The crowd of celebrities went wild, screaming and wolf whistling until their hearts were contempt.
You blushes and pulled away, sheepishly tucking hair behind your ear,"Wow."
"That was something." Marshall smiled and kissed you again.
