FemxFem Celebrity One Shots (3)

Don't wake her (2)

Requested by molly_moshpanda who wanted a part two of Don't wake her. Y/n now meets the family and kinda drama. Hope you like it, enjoy!

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She really really really didn't want to do this. But she really really really loves Khloe, so she's really gonna do this. "Hey," Y/n looks at Khloe, who's giving her a reassuring smile, "it'll be okay. No matter what they say or think, I love you and nothing will change that. I promise." Even though that doesn't stop her nerves, it brings down the worried meter.

Y/n presses a quick peck to Khloe's lips, "I love you," is muttered before the two women get out of the parked car. Y/n grabs what she needs, double and triple checking - you know, to make sure - before shutting the door, and walking to Khloe. The slightly older woman takes the singer's hand,  and interlaces their fingers before walking towards the large house.

"God, this is gonna go really bad.." she mutters, Khloe gently rubbing her back, but reminds her of what she said in the car. "No no, I meant seeing Kanye.. he's gonna think the devil's in my body, trying to control you."

"You're a dork," Khloe scoffs as she shakes her head. "Everything will be fine, I promise. I'll take care of my baby." Khloe rings the door bell and a couple seconds later, the door opens, revealing Kanye. Of course he would open the door. Y/n thinks. She stops herself from rolling her eyes, but doesn't smile at the man.

"Hey Khloe, they'll all in the back, so go ahead and we'll meet up with you." Y/n's head snaps towards Kanye, widening her eyes.

"Wait, we? There is no we and I'm certainly not talking to you alone or with anyone."

"Then you don't get to come in. I don't want you and your ways around my family." Both women's mouths drop, before Y/n starts to laugh.

"It's funny, this coming from a guy who rapped about fucking his sister-in-laws, supports a racists bastard that has done nothing for this country and uses his wife's money because he has none of his own. You're only pissed at me because I have the tell it as it is gene. Your slippers or whatever are knockoffs of prison slippers, and your music sucks. So don't say my ways are what you hate, you just don't like me at all, which is understandable, because I don't like you either. You caused your so-called fans to bully my best friend, sending her the snake emoji, calling her a snake, but she took that what it was and created a bomb ass album from it. Back then, you interrupted her on stage because Beyoncé didn't win the award and even Beyoncé thought that was a stupid ass decision to do. Then you made a video about a look alike of Taylor in bed, sleeping with a bunch of other look alikes. And not to fucken mention, that song that looked like you were in a Robox or Minecraft world or whatever. Your opinion really means nothing to me. I'm meeting her sisters and mom, not the idiotic husband. So either move your ass outta the way, hell, call the cops but when they come, I know your wife, who, FYI was the one that found about us first, would allow us to stay because, oh that's right, this is her home, she created with her money." Both Khloe and Kanye are stunned, but Y/n takes Khloe's hand again and pushes past him, walking into the beautiful home.

"Ah! There they are!" Kris cheers as she stands, walking over to the couple.

"Kim, you might want to check on Kanye, Y/n gave it to him kinda good..."

"Wait, only kinda?" Y/n frowns at her girlfriend, kinda pouting a bit." Kim didn't ask question and quickly stood to check on her husband.

"Wait, what she do?"

"I roasted him, kinda."

"Oh, so you can say kinda but I can't?" Now it was Khloe's turn to pout, but Y/n quickly kisses the pout away. The family can't help but smile, seeing how they act with each other.

"Well, we approve, can we eat now?" Y/n lets out a small laugh before they venture into the dining room where food was scattered around.

"Oh, Y/n and I are getting married! Let's eat!"