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She's so littleee🥲

awww

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lil paigey really in the league wtf

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you don't have to bring any/everything from tik tok here (and vice versa) just saying!

Damn, my bad. I forgot some people take every post I make seriously. I'll make sure it's more obvious when something's a joke next time so you can keep up, lmao.

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I would tell you to release them immediately

In love with KK

Can we please get some more KK fics, I am begging. I have read everything concerning KK on here(I'm fine 😁). 🌈

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ive been laughing at this for 5 straight minutes i had to share.

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Saw this and immediately didn't know what to choose🧍🏾‍♀️

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Easter with the Engstlers

Pairing: Emily Engstler x Reader

Word count: 1097

Summary: Based on this request.

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You had never been this nervous in your life. Not for job interviews, not for final exams, not even for the time you accidentally knocked over Emily’s championship trophy while cleaning. Nothing compared to the way your heart pounded as you sat in the passenger seat of Emily’s car, gripping the small basket of Easter chocolates you had brought for her family like your life depended on it.

Emily, always attuned to your emotions, glanced over at you with a smirk, her right hand leaving the steering wheel to squeeze your knee reassuringly. "Babe, you're acting like I'm throwing you to the wolves," she teased.

You exhaled sharply, looking at her with wide, nervous eyes. "What if they don't like me?"

Emily let out an amused snort. "Not possible. You’re adorable, and my mom has already called me, like, five times just to say how excited she is to meet you."

You frowned slightly, still unconvinced. "Yeah, but what if—"

"Baby," Emily interrupted, her tone soft but firm. She reached for your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours as she brought it to her lips for a gentle kiss. "They are going to love you. And if they don’t, I’ll just elope with you and cut them all off. No big deal."

You rolled your eyes, but a laugh bubbled out despite your nerves. "Emily."

"What? Problem solved," she said with a wink.

Before you could argue, Emily pulled into the driveway of a cozy-looking home, the front lawn decorated with pastel-coloured Easter eggs and bunny cutouts.

As soon as Emily put the car in park, the front door burst open. A woman—Emily’s mom, you assumed—practically flew down the steps, her arms wide open before you had even managed to unbuckle your seatbelt.

"You're finally here!" she exclaimed excitedly.

You barely had time to react before you were engulfed in a warm, motherly hug. "Oh my goodness, look at you!" she gushed, pulling back slightly to hold your face in her hands like she had known you forever.

"Hi, Mrs. Engstler," you managed, your voice slightly muffled against her shoulder.

"Oh, none of that 'Mrs.' stuff. Call me Marilyn, sweetheart," she insisted, beaming at you. Then, she turned to Emily with a knowing grin. "You didn’t tell me how cute she is!"

Emily chuckled. "I did, actually. You just weren’t listening."

Marilyn rolled her eyes before looping her arm through yours and leading you inside as if you were already family. Emily followed behind, shaking her head with an affectionate smile.

The inside of the house was warm and inviting. The scent of baked ham, mashed potatoes, and fresh bread filled the air, making your stomach grumble despite your nerves. Laughter echoed from the dining room, and before you could fully process what was happening, you were being introduced to the rest of Emily’s family.

Her dad, a tall man with a strong build, approached with a friendly grin and a firm handshake. "Great to finally meet the person my daughter won’t shut up about."

Your eyes widened slightly, and Emily groaned. "Dad."

He just laughed. "What? It’s a good thing! Means she really likes you."

A small tug at your hand made you glance down, where one of Emily’s younger cousins was peering up at you with big, curious eyes. "Emily said you're really good at finding things," the little girl announced.

You blinked. "Oh, uh…" You looked at Emily, who only shrugged innocently.

"I told them you always find my missing socks," she said, smirking.

The little girl beamed. "That means you have to help us with the Easter egg hunt later!"

Before you could respond, Emily’s grandma appeared, patting your arm as she handed you a plate of devilled eggs. "Eat, sweetheart. You’re too small. We’ll fix that today."

Emily snickered as you were practically force-fed by her grandmother, who clearly believed food was the solution to everything. You had barely finished your first plate before her aunts started pulling you into conversation, asking about your job, your hobbies, and—of course—what you saw in Emily.

"She must be bossy," one of her aunts teased with a wink.

You grinned, shooting Emily a playful look. "Oh, definitely."

Emily gasped dramatically. "Excuse me?"

"Don’t act like you’re not," you teased, bumping your shoulder against hers.

Her uncle, who had been mostly quiet, let out a booming laugh. "Yep, she fits right in."

The warmth of the family, the easy conversation, the laughter—it all melted your nerves away. You weren’t just meeting Emily’s family. You were being welcomed into it.

After dinner, you were dragged outside for the annual family Easter egg hunt. Emily’s little cousins insisted you were on their team, calling you their "lucky charm." Emily, of course, was their biggest competitor, and she took the game way too seriously.

At one point, you spotted an egg tucked behind a flower pot and grabbed it just a second before Emily could.

"Ha! Got it!" you cheered, holding it up triumphantly.

Emily narrowed her eyes at you, her hands on her hips. "You’re lucky I love you," she muttered, though there was a glint of amusement in her eyes.

You smirked. "You let me win because you love me."

She rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. Instead, she pulled you into her arms, tucking her chin over your head. "Yeah, yeah," she murmured.

As the egg hunt wound down, the family gathered around the fire pit in the backyard, passing around gooey s'mores and sharing stories. Emily sat beside you, her arm draped around your shoulders, keeping you pressed against her warmth.

Her mom nudged you playfully. "So, when are you bringing your family to meet us?"

Your eyes widened slightly at the question, but before you could respond, Emily spoke up, her voice filled with certainty.

"Hopefully soon," she said, her thumb rubbing slow circles against your arm. "Because they need to see how happy she makes me."

A chorus of awws and teasing whistles filled the air, making Emily groan. But when you looked up at her, you saw nothing but sincerity in her gaze.

Your heart swelled with emotion as you turned back to her mom. "I’d love that," you said softly.

As the night continued, you realised you had been nervous for nothing. Emily’s family had welcomed you with open arms, treating you like one of their own. And as you leaned into Emily’s side, feeling completely at home, you knew this was just the beginning of many holidays spent with the Engstlers.

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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can you write something where it’s like a holiday (doesn’t matter which) and the reader is going to meet emily’s paarents but she gets very nervous. they hit it off so fast at the end?

Easter Meeting

Pairing: Emily Engstler x Reader

Word count: 1121

Summary: Emily goes to meet your family for the first time during Easter.

a/n: I wrote this version first before realising I skimmed through the request and ended up completely misinterpreting it, so the actual request will be coming tomorrow. I still wanted to put this one out, though, because I think both versions are cute.

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Emily fidgeted with the hem of her shirt as she sat in the passenger seat of your car. She was uncharacteristically quiet, her usual confident demeanour replaced by an anxious energy that radiated off her in waves. You glanced over at her and reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Em, it's going to be fine," you said softly, rubbing your thumb over her knuckles. "My family is going to love you."

Emily let out a breathy chuckle, shaking her head. "Yeah, but what if they don't? What if I say the wrong thing? What if your uncle grills me about basketball stats and I blank? What if—"

"Emily," you interrupted, squeezing her hand a little tighter. "You're overthinking. They're just excited to meet you. And trust me, my uncle will probably try to challenge you to a one-on-one in the backyard before he even asks a single question."

That got a small smile out of her, but she still looked nervous as you pulled into the driveway of your childhood home. The house was bustling with life—kids running around, your relatives chatting on the porch, and the smell of home-cooked food wafting through the air. Before Emily could spiral into more nervous thoughts, your mom came bustling out the front door, her face lighting up the second she saw you.

"There she is! And this must be Emily!" your mom beamed, practically pulling Emily into a warm hug before she could react. "Sweetheart, we are so happy you're here!"

Emily tensed for only a second before melting into the embrace. "Uh, thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N. It’s really nice to meet you."

Your mom pulled back and waved her hand dismissively. "None of that ‘Mrs.’ business. You can call me Mom. Or at least Y/M/N. Now, come inside! Everyone's been dying to meet you."

As soon as you stepped inside, Emily was bombarded with warmth—your little cousins pulling her by the hand to show her their Easter baskets, your dad offering her a drink, and your uncle, as expected, challenging her to a basketball game in the backyard.

At first, she hesitated, glancing at you as if silently asking if she should accept. You gave her a nod, and before long, she was outside, effortlessly sinking shots while your uncle pretended to be unimpressed. Your younger cousins cheered for her every time she made a basket, and soon, even your skeptical uncle had to admit, "Alright, alright. You're good, kid. Might even let you be on my team next time."

Emily grinned, the tension in her shoulders slowly melting away. She had been afraid of feeling like an outsider, but here she was, smack dab in the middle of your family’s chaos, and she felt… at home.

Back inside, she helped your grandma set the table, listening intently as she told stories about your childhood. "You know," your grandma said with a knowing smile, "she’s never brought anyone home for before. Must mean you're special."

Emily’s ears tinged pink, and she glanced at you with wide eyes. You only shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips.

During dinner, Emily found herself in the middle of endless conversations. Your cousins asked about her basketball career, your dad tried to convince her that his favourite basketball team would be better if she would just join it already, and your mom kept piling more food onto her plate despite Emily's protests that she was already full.

"Nonsense," your mom said. "You're too tall to eat so little."

Emily shot you a helpless look, but you just laughed. "Just go with it, baby."

She blinked at the term of endearment but didn't say anything, instead allowing your mom to scoop more mashed potatoes onto her plate.

After dinner, everyone gathered in the living room for a round of board games. Emily sat beside you, her long legs tucked under her as she listened to the animated debates over which family member was the most competitive. She quickly realised it was a tie between you and your uncle.

At one point, she looked over at you with wide eyes, almost overwhelmed by the immediate acceptance. You simply grinned and mouthed, "I told you so."

By the time dessert was served, Emily had fully relaxed. She laughed at your aunt’s stories, let your little cousin sit in her lap as they ate cake, and even let your cousins put bunny ears on her for a family photo. You watched her with a soft smile, heart swelling at the sight of her fitting in so effortlessly.

As the evening wound down, your dad invited Emily to join him and some of your uncles outside for a late-night bonfire. She hesitated at first but quickly found herself sitting by the fire, roasting marshmallows and listening to your family's hilarious and sometimes embarrassing stories about you.

"So, she was always the one getting into trouble as a kid?" Emily asked with a smirk, nudging you playfully.

Your dad let out a loud laugh. "Oh, absolutely. There was this one time she tried to build a treehouse with no nails, just rope and some plywood."

"It was structurally sound!" you defended, crossing your arms.

"It collapsed in three minutes," your dad countered, and Emily laughed, her anxiety from earlier long forgotten.

Later that night, as you both sat on the swings in the backyard, Emily let out a deep sigh, leaning her head on your shoulder. "I can't believe how worried I was. Your family's amazing."

You pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Told you they'd love you."

She lifted her head to look at you, her blue eyes shining under the soft porch light. "I love you."

Your breath hitched, and a slow smile spread across your face. "I love you too, Em."

She exhaled, a look of pure happiness washing over her face. "You know, your uncle still wants a rematch tomorrow."

You laughed. "Oh, you're officially family now if he's that competitive with you."

Emily smirked. "Guess that means I have to win, huh?"

You shook your head fondly, pulling her closer. "Just don’t make him cry."

Emily chuckled before falling into a comfortable silence, just enjoying the warmth of your presence. The air was cool but not too cold, and the distant sounds of your family still talking inside made everything feel so peaceful.

"This might have been the best Easter ever," Emily murmured sleepily.

You smiled, wrapping your arm around her. "It definitely is for me."

And as the stars twinkled above and the laughter of your loved ones filled the night, Emily knew—she wasn't just meeting your family. She was becoming a part of it.

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this genuinely made me sick

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I would like to personally thank every single person on this app for writing the most beautiful perfect pieces of fiction for paige after last night I sincerely hope both sides of your pillow are cold and you hit every single green light on your way to work

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Saw this earlier and cackled😭😭

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GENO, DO SOMETHING, PLEASE

NOOOOOO MY FAMILY💔💔

you can’t take them away pleaseeee😖😖

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Just woke up to the best news ever🙏🏾

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so what am i supposed to watch now every week..

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Ok, I'm going to bed fr this time. Tomorrow, I expect all the UCONN x Reader writers to be locked tf in🫡

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I swear if I wake up tomorrow morning and see ONE sad UCONN edit, I'm suing everyone here🧍🏾‍♀️