#erik portillo x reader
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Heeeeey! Can you write an angsty fic for ports where he is stressing himself out over hockey, and the reader tries to help and he ends up flipping out on her?? Thank you!
Hi!!
You had met Erik in your English class freshman year. He sat down next to you and looked rather lost. You gave him the standard 'Hi my name is y/n and I'm a freshman majoring in sports medicine.' When he looked up at you and opened his mouth you didn't hear a single thing he said. You just heard his accent and you were head over heels.
Now fast forward to your junior year things between you and the Swedish goalie were going good. Or at least that's what you thought.
It was around 1 in the morning when you turned over and woke up to an empty bed. The pillow was cold signaling that he had been up for a while. You creep down the stairs and see him watching a replay of the past weekend's game going over every goal he let in over and over again. You sit down on the couch next to him and curl into his side. He places a kiss on your forehead dropping a blanket over you as you fall asleep.
You knew since it was a Sunday night he would always rewatch the games so he could talk to coach. You figured everything was fine until it was Wednesday and you were still sleeping on the couch every night.
As you curl into his side you decide to not say anything. You didn't know a bunch about hockey even though your brother played it before he went pro. They'd play on the same team once Erik went pro too. He gives you the typical forehead kiss before pulling a blanket over your body. You decide to stay up and watch the game some and you notice his jaw tick 2 seconds before every goal. He already knows what's going to happen. It's the 3rd period when you finally fall asleep.
Friday comes around and you are driving to the area with a few of the other girls all clad in your boyfriend's jerseys. The boys play hard but ultimately they lose in overtime.
The next night they once again lost in overtime and your boyfriend is unhappy, to say the least. While he had only let in 5 goals that whole weekend it was still enough to have them tie and lose a game. You are quick to wrap your arms around the tall boy as he walks out of the locker room.
"I wanna go home," he mumbles into your neck.
"Okay baby let's go home," you smile as you lace your fingers into his. He showers before collapsing on top of you. You groan at the weight but you won't complain. This is the most action you've got from your boyfriend in the past week.
Everything is going good until he gets the call. He's being 'traded' he won't be playing for Buffalo and we won't be with your brother. He seems calm on the phone but you know it's all a facade. As soon as he hangs up he's out of the room and going to the gym to blow off steam. When he gets back it's late and the trade is already national news.
"Baby do you wanna talk about it?" you question.
"No just leave me alone right now," he says going to shower. You let him be while you make food knowing he's always hungry after the gym. You go to your room to do homework leaving him a note that there is a sandwich for him in the fridge. After you finish your homework you wait up for him but he never comes to bed. You wait up for him until around 3 when you finally fall asleep. You wake up the next morning to find the sandwich still in the fridge. As you get ready for the day you notice your boyfriend is missing.
"Hey, where is lover boy?" Steve questions.
"I was hoping you would know," you respond before going upstairs to call Erik. It goes to voicemail the first 2 times before he picks up after the 3rd time.
"I'm at the gym with Steve," he says sounding out of breath.
"Okay, baby. Sorry to bother you," you say before hanging up. Steve comes upstairs knocking on the door with Truss on his heels.
"Where is he?" Truss questions.
"Apparently Steve can be in 2 places at once because my boyfriend just said he was at the gym with him," you sigh. The two boys share a look before giving you a hug.
Eventually, Erik comes home and sees you and Steve working on homework. He goes up to shower knowing he was caught in his lie. He changes before going down to sit by you.
"Hi, baby! How are you?" you smile.
"I'm okay. How are you?" he questions.
"I'm good. Thankfully Steve can be in two places at once because I would not be able to understand the homework without him," you say giving your boyfriend a look.
"Can we talk?" he questions.
"Let's go to our room. I'll be back Steve," you say standing up and going upstairs.
"I'm sorry I lied," he says.
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"Where were you?"
"I was at the rink. I'm sorry I lied."
"You could have told me. You could have said hey I'm at the rink blowing off steam. Instead, you lied. Erik you've shut me out the past week and a half. When it is going to be enough?"
"What do you want from me! You act like you understand what's going on with the sport but your just a puck bunny," he yells.
"What did you call me?" you say trying not to cry.
"You are a fucking puck bunny. The only reason you even understand half the sport is because of your brother," he yells.
"You are lucky Owen's not here to hear you say that because he would punch you, Erik," you state.
"Yeah because you can't stand up for yourself. Just leave Y/N. Go find some other hockey player's dick to suck," he says leaving the room. You collapse on the floor and you hear the front door slam. Steve runs up the stairs and pulls you into his arms as you sob over the boy.
"He called me a puck bunny," you sob.
"Hey, you're not a puck bunny. He's just mad," Steve says.
"It still hurts."
"I know honey. I know. But he'll come to his senses and realize he was wrong and be begging to have you back," he says whipping your tears.
But it's 2 weeks later and you are still crying every night over the boy while he's got a new girl on his arm. He has a new girlfriend and he moved into a different house the day after you broke up. You started to wear Jay's jersey to games since he's to only one without a girlfriend and a massive fan base. As you see Erik with his arms wrapped around a gorgeous blonde.
"Jay," you sob as he wraps his arms around you.
"it'll get better. I promise," he says but you've lost all hope.
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Can you do where you just go up and kiss all over ports face and the guys gag at you two
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"Are you going to go up to your boyfriend or are you just going to stare at him all night?" Your friend asked you.
You had been admiring your boyfriend from a far for most of the evening. Sometimes, that was more entertaining for you because he's so pretty.
"Mmmmm, both." You said, as you continued to look lustfully. That was, until he caught your stare and waved you over.
"Got to go!" You said to your friends as you made your way over to Erik.
"Finally, was wondering when you were gonna come give me a kiss instead of just staring at me." He said when you reached him.
"Aw, does someone want a kiss?!" You playfully asked.
You planted one on his lips, then his cheek, then his other cheek, then his nose, then everywhere on his face. Again, and again, and again.
"OKAY OKAY TAKE IT UPSTAIRS PLEASE!" Luca said as you planted your 100th kiss on Ports face.
"You're just jealous you don't have someone to do this to you, Lu."
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Hear me out. Seeing ports on the couch playing nhl with the guys. Not only are you dating him, you’re close friends with Bordy. So you just go over and flop across ports lap and cuddle him to distract him. It works until he gets a bit too distracted and forgets that you’re on the couch and not alone. - emmy
HIII EMMY IM SPEECHLESS ok ok so let's pretend erik has his own apartment and the boys (bordy, briss and nick) are there playing chel
sorry this is terrible, i can't remember the last time i wrote something
after reading the text your best friend thomas sent, you sighed and left the comfort of your boyfriend's bed, heading to the living room where the boys were playing. he wanted you to distract erik, so brendan could score and have a chance to win the game and their little competition.
"hi boys," you said, entering the room.
they greeted you as you looked at bordy, rolling your eyes. "you owe me one," you mouthed and he just nodded.
taking the few steps remaining, you were in front of your boyfriend.
"baby i love you but please can you sit down? i can't play with you in front of the tv," he begged.
you smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder and straddling him, getting comfortable on his lap. he sighed deeply and you kissed his cheek. "since you asked so nicely."
he looked at you, momentarily forgetting the game and briss scored his first goal. making an innocent face while erik cursed under his breath, you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against his body. knowing he couldn't be mad, you closed your eyes and took a short nap.
waking up with brendan's loud celebration, you adjusted yourself on his lap, making him groan into your ear. "love..." he warned as you played innocent. "what?"
erik just involved your waist with his arms, still playing against briss. when the game was close to the end and erik's team still had the lead, bordy poked your arm and you adjusted your head, starting to spread featherlight kisses in you boyfriend's neck.
shivering, porty just let his hand slide to cup one of your butt's cheeks as you kept kissing his neck. sober erik would never forget there were other people in the same room as you, but this erik, after a lot of beers in, apparently didn't notice it.
the game was now tied and you lightly sucked a mark in his neck, getting lost in your own little world. moving on the couch, he fully cupped your ass with both hands, not caring about the game anymore, and pulled you closer, making you feel his growing bulge. you let out a low gasp as he squeezed your ass, thick accent as he whispered "you're being so mean now, baby."
you smiled, pulling away from your spot on his neck and seeing his eyes were darker with desire. when you were about to kiss, someone bursted your bubble.
"guys there are kids watching, go find a room," nick joked and the others laughed.
apparently, while you were in your little world, the game has ended with brendan winning and you didn't notice. suddenly shy and aware of the eyes on you and your boyfriend, you burried your head in his neck while his hand went to your back protectively.
erik faked a laugh. "ha ha, so funny, now what about we end boy's afternoon already?"
"man you could at least pretend a little bit," brendan mocked.
"shut up brendan," you said, voice muffled.
"there's nothing here anymore, you and bordy are champions," erik said and quickly added. "sorry nick, we can win another day."
"no problem, dude."
erik probably looked at them with an urgent expression because soon everyone was gathering their things and shoes and getting out of his apartment.
"bye bye," erik said, probably hushing them with his hand.
"jeez, control your man, y/n," brendan said, shortly before someone finally closed the door.
once again pulling away from his neck, you finally looked at him.
"now, where were we?" he asked, giving you a mischievous grin.
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paris date - erik portillo
this is dedicated to @erikports <3 based on her imagine about it ( go read it cuz it’s so cute)
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it's meeeeee again
what about porty surprising you with tickets for your favorite artist's concert? (mine is coldplay)
ily gabs <33 you deserve some porty love today (and everyday)
Erik Portillo is not the type of boyfriend to keep secrets, ever. If he’s planning a surprise for your birthday, he’s going to tell you he’s planning a surprise for your birthday; even if some would say that knowing there’s a surprise ruins the surprise in and of itself, Porty would have to disagree. His worst fear is by far you not trusting him, and it makes his heart ache to keep anything from you, which is why when all of a sudden, he’s hiding his phone screen every time you walk in the room, an uneasy feeling settles over you. It’s well established that you two keep nothing from each other, so why does Erik suddenly feel the need to turn away so you can’t even see a hint of what’s on his screen? The natural first assumption is that there’s another woman, but that’s ridiculous, and even you laugh for thinking that your oversized Swedish puppy could ever do anything to hurt you, but you do know that something is up. They say that it’s best to let sleeping dogs lie, so you leave it alone. If Erik’s going through the effort of being sneaky with something, it’s probably worth it. The anticipation comes to a head one day when you two are lounging around one Saturday, a Saturday that Porty had insisted would be for just the two of you; he’s had you keep this day open on your calendar for weeks. Your head is on his lap while you lay on the couch before he takes a glance at the clock before telling you to go get dressed, that you two were going out. Now that took you by surprise, Erik’s not normally the going out type of guy, but a quick kiss to your nose silenced any concerns before he specified that you had a two-hour time limit and to hurry up and get all pretty (although he’s sure there’s no way you could look prettier than you do in an old, stained sweatshirt and sweats). By the time you’ve gotten all pulled together, he’s waiting downstairs by the door with a bouquet and an envelope; the look you’re giving him must convey how many questions you have about what he’s getting up to here. “Love, open it,” taking the envelope from his hand, you gently open it, only to be met with two tickets that, upon further inspection, seem to be front row for a Coldplay concert later that night. You pull Erik into a tight hug before mumbling thank yous into his chest, telling him that this is amazing, the best gift you could ever have received, but he hushes all your ramblings with a quick kiss, “Älskade, I love you, but we’ve got to head on out, or we’ll miss the opening act.”
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“Stop talking yourself down, babe. You’re amazing.” With Ports?
Pairing Erik Portillo x reader
Mentions of self doubt
Erik had always been a passionate hockey player. He spent countless hours on the ice, practicing his moves and sharpening his skills. He was always confident in his abilities, but tonight was different. The game had not gone as planned, and he was blaming himself for his team's loss. As his girlfriend, I knew I had to do something to comfort him.
When the game ended, I went to the locker room to find Ports. I saw him sitting on the bench, his head in his hands, looking defeated. Without hesitation, I sat beside him and put my arm around him.
"It's okay, babe. Everyone has bad games sometimes," I said, trying to reassure him.
But Ports wasn't having it. "No, you don't understand," he replied. "I let in so many goals. I should have played better."
I knew how hard Erik was on himself. He had always been his own toughest critic. But I also knew that he needed to hear some positive reinforcement.
"Stop talking yourself down, babe. You're amazing. You've won so many games for your team. Tonight just wasn't your night, and that's okay," I said, trying to lift his spirits.
Ports looked up at me, his eyes were red and swollen from tears. "But what if I let my team down? What if they think I'm a bad goalie now?"
I could tell that Erik was feeling really down on himself, and I knew I had to do something to snap him out of it. So, I took a deep breath and said, "Listen, Erik. You are an incredible goalie. You always give your all on the ice, and your team knows that. One bad game doesn't define you as a player, and it certainly doesn't define you as a person. You are so much more than just a hockey player. You are kind, loving, and passionate. And that's what really matters."
Erik looked at me, his eyes welling up with tears once again. But this time, they were tears of gratitude. "Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I hugged him tightly, feeling his warmth and his heartbeat against my chest. "I love you, Erik. And I'm so proud of you, no matter what happens on the ice."
Erik hugged me back, his grip tight and reassuring. "I love you too," he said. "Thank you for always being here for me."
As we sat there, holding each other, I knew that Erik was going to be okay. He was still disappointed about the game, but he was no longer blaming himself for everything. And that was a step in the right direction.
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Comforting Portillo after the loss?
this is purely a work of fiction.
you could tell erik was taking the loss hard. you knew he blamed himself for letting the last goal in. you knew that night was gonna be hard.
you waited for him to come out of the locker room, and could see how upset he looked. he made his way over to you, and hugged you tight.
"i know." you whispered, running a hand up and down his back, "you wanna get some food before we go back to the hotel?" he shook his head, "all right, come on, let's go." you grabbed his hand and led him towards the exit.
when you got back to the hotel, it was silent. you both got ready for bed in silence, not saying a word to each other. you got into bed without saying a word to each other.
"i'm proud of you, for what it's worth," you spoke into the darkness.
"i know, and it means more than you think."
taylor's umich event!
okay, i sat here for hours, trying to think of what to write, so i'm sorry for it being so short.
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“Are you flirting with me?” “You’re blushing!” with ports!
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"Are you flirting with me?" & "You're blushing!"
Being Steven Holtz's sister, you were around the hockey team a lot. You went to every game, every team event and especially every party. Tonight, they were throwing a party at the sophomore house.
As to how you started talking to Erik Portillo on the couch, you had no idea. You and Ports had never really talked before, but tonight you were really hitting it off.
"Who knew you were so funny, Y/n." He said to you after catching his breath from laughing so much.
Your mouth went agape as you looked at him shocked. "You didn't think I was funny?!" You playfully asked.
"No, no! We've just, never talked. Like, ever." He said, defending himself.
You nodded your head in agreement. "No I know you're right, we really haven't ever talked."
"Didn't know Holtzy's sister had such good chat."
You scoffed at his comment, laughing.
"I did know she was beautiful though." He added.
Your face began to heat up at that comment. Erik looked at your expression and laughed. "You're blushing!" He commented, laughing.
"Yeah whatever. Are you flirting with me, Portillo?" You playfully asked.
Ports shrugged. "Would it be a bad thing if I was?" He asked, smirking.
You returned the smirk. "Definitely not."
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𝒍𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 – 𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒌 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐
summary: you and erik are just walking through paris after having dinner.
pairing: erik portillo x reader
warnings: none
a/n: hi lovies, here i am again with this short imagine !! i had this idea after this video, hope you like it <3
word count: 879
translation: älskling – darling
lowercase intended.
as the chilly air hit you, you snuggled more into erik's side. strolling by the seine river with your arm intertwined with his and seeing the beautiful city at night, you couldn't help but smile. you were finally in the city of lights with the love of your life and it was like you were living inside a dream.
romantic love was a thing you've been craving your whole life to feel. you and your mother used to watch a lot of rom-coms and you simply grew up with the urge to fall madly in love with a good man that would take you to paris and kiss you under the eiffel tower just like those movies.
it took a while, but love finally knocked on your door on a sunny afternoon in ann arbor. you were at your favorite bookstore looking for more books to read when a very tall boy asked you for a book recommendation for his sister. everything just fell into its place with you; it was beautiful, easy and simple.
after a year of relationship, you finally traveled to sweden to meet his family and, as a surprise, he took you to paris for a weekend, knowing about your heart's desire.
hugging his arm, you looked up at him with happy puppy eyes, not paying attention to your surroundings or where you were stepping. being a naturally clumsy person, you tripped over your own feet right when your lips touched his bicep in a tender kiss.
"dammit!"
laughing and steadying you, erik said "you alright? you have to pay attention, honey."
"you distracted me, why are you so–" you stopped and let out a frustrated groan while he laughed even more. "stop you dork, why are you so gorgeous?"
"well just ask my parents," he said, being smug and you pinched his arm despite it being covered by a thin coat.
"ouch," he grimaced and you grimaced back, sticking your tongue out like a toddler would do.
stopping the walking, you just bursted into an uncontrollable laugh while other people passing were just looking at you as if you were both crazy.
after calming down, you kept walking in a comfortable silence, heading to the eiffel tower. distracted by the people in your surroundings and trying to imagine their background story, you only spoke again when the tower was really close.
"bubs, thank you for bringing me here," you gently said. "you are the best.'
"i will always do anything to see you smiling, älskling," he said.
"yeah? so can we have a puppy?" you tried.
he just laughed, throwing his head back. "we can, but not now. just in the future, when we're married and living in our own home."
"sounds good," you responded. "can we have a hamster too?"
"a hamster?" he asked, looking at you.
"yes baby, they're so tiny and cute, i always wanted one so i can call him mr. mustaches."
"you're something else," he giggled. "but yes, love, of course we can have a hamster."
"you're really the best," you said, disentangling your arms and hugging his waist as his arm wrapped around your shoulders.
he kissed the top of your head and after pulling away, you held his hand and kept walking in silence until erik spoke.
"did you know the eiffel tower wasn't supposed to be here anymore?"
"really?"
"yeah, they only put it here for a world fair in the 18th century but probably everyone loved it so much they had to keep it."
"thanks old people, i appreciate you."
he laughed and kept talking, "and we only have to climb 1,665 steps to be at the top of the tower, you want to try?"
"no, thank you very much," you retorted. "you're the athlete here, you'd have to carry me on your back."
"it's not that bad," he tried.
"no no no."
he was ready to retort when la vie en rose started playing somewhere close to you. he smiled and stopped, making you stop too.
"what happened?" you turned to him.
holding your hand, erik lifted it so he could press a gentle kiss on your knuckles. "may i have this dance, mademoiselle?"
you violently blushed but said "yes."
holding your waist, he pulled you closer as your arms wrapped around his neck. instantly, the whole world disappeared. it was only you, erik and la vie en rose.
slowly swaying to the rhythm, you were just maintaining eye contact and smiling. the love was overflowing through your eyes and it was so pure and intense you had to rest your head against his chest, his heartbeat soothing to you.
you stayed like this until the end of the song, when erik kissed your head. looking up at him again, you just moved one of your hands to the back of his head to pull him down. when his head was almost at your level, you kissed his cheek and said "thanks for being so good to me, baby. since i met you, it's like i'm seeing la vie en rose. you make me happy every day."
his eyes were watering when he whispered i love you and then kissed you under the eiffel tower, just like you dreamed almost your whole life.
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you and Erik deciding to keep things on the down low and the boys find out and insist them meet you, Erik says no, they seek you out and Erik is absolutely pissed (bonus points if you’re calming him down and the boys see him get soft bc of you!)
JSJSJSJJWJS this.
erik took another deep breath trying to calm himself down. the boys – especially the freshies – were trying to discover who was his girlfriend at all costs and right now they were talking his ears off and his patience was coming to an end.
"dylan, for the hundredth time, no, i won't tell her name or her instagram," erik said in a harsh tone.
"but porty we j–"
"leave him alone, duker," nick said.
the tall swedish thanked him with his eyes and they all headed to the ice for practice. the boys momentarily forgot their goal but later that day, they were even more motivated to meet his girl even with their captain telling them to leave erik alone earlier.
meanwhile, you and erik were clueless, cuddling on your bed and talking about your days.
"the boys don't stop asking me to meet you," he said, rubbing your cheek.
"babe, are you sure you still want us to keep our relashionship a secret? 'cause if it's because of me, it's ok, really."
sighing, he admitted "i just want to scream to the whole world that you're my girl but they wouldn't leave you alone."
"well, i think i can handle that," you said, smiling.
he only giggled and pressed your head against his bare chest, kissing your hair and soon the conversation was forgotten.
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on friday, the next game day, you were at the stands in your usual place with your portillo jersey, just watching the boys as they were warming up, and getting ready to cheer for the wolverines.
erik, as always, was discreetly trying to spot you, his good luck charm. however, this time, mackie noticed it and decided to try and see who he was looking for. calling brendan to help him, they kept looking in the same direction erik was looking and smiling until briss gasped.
"oh my god mackie, that's y/n! we have a couple classes together," he said.
"no way we finally found out who's ports' girlfriend," mackie said, shocked. "let's tell the others."
and they did exactly that. after the game, another win, they were all at the dressing room getting ready to leave when mackie decided to tease erik.
"hey ports, we know who your girl is," he said, grinning.
"no you don't," erik retorted.
"it's y/n y/l/n, right?" luke said, watching as erik's jaw tightened.
"and she's so pretty, porty. i can see why you were trying to hide her from us," duker said.
"she's really hot, how did you pull her?" brendan asked.
"i bet she's waiting for you outside, let's talk to her," mackie added. "good job boys, we finally disco–"
"SHUT UP," erik shouted, interrupting mackie. everyone was shocked looking at him, usually so calm, and now red with anger. "i'm so fucking done with this shit, you can't respect anything! that was all i asked, leave us alone but no, you had to stick your damn noses into my life!" he said. "mind your damn business, i won't say it again."
the older boys, especially nick, were all nodding, agreeing with him. the boys knew how to drive anyone nuts. they all watched in silence as erik grabbed his backpack and stormed out of the locker room.
in fact, you were waiting for him in the same place you always stay after games but instead of a warm smile in his face, erik looked absolutely angry, his whole face still red.
"baby, what happened?" you asked as soon as he was close to you.
"somehow the boys found out you are my girlfriend and they were getting on my nerves and i just blew up, love, they're so annoying."
"hey, look at me porty," you said, getting closer to him and reaching out to cup his cheeks. "look into my eyes. yes, just like this. now breathe with me, right?"
he nodded and you don't know how long you spent there in the middle of the parking lot just breathing in and out with him until he was calm again. slipping your hands to the nape of his neck, you started playing with his hair and smiled at him.
"how are you feeling?"
"way better, thank you baby," he responded.
"i understand you didn't want that but now it happened," you said. "you know your teammates, it would happen sooner or later. i'll be alright, i know how to put they in their places if they go too far, don't worry. now stop pouting, we're fine."
"god i love you so much, princess," he said, his hands going to your waist, holding you closer.
"and i love you more and more every day, my pouty baby," you joked, pulling him down so you could kiss your favorite lips.
the kiss was calm and chaste and you only broke it when you started hearing cheers not far from where you were.
"oh well, guess they found us," you said, looking into his eyes.
sighing, he just held your hand. "let's talk to them so they can leave us alone."
you went there and met every single one of his teammates, including brendan, whom you knew shared some classes with you. they were all nice and a few were apologizing especially to erik, that was holding you flush against his chest all the time. and fortunately, after that day, they finally let you in peace.
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Ok we’ve gone over Erik accidentally hitting u like wrong place wrong time but what about u accidentally hitting Erik
ok that's a good one!!!! once again, i don't know if he wears reading glasses but here, in this fictional piece, he does.
warning: mention of sex
it was just another lazy and rare afternoon when you and erik were totally free to just lay down without worrying about anything.
looking up from your book, you looked at your boyfriend, prettier than ever with his black reading glasses on, also reading a book. sensing your eyes on him, he looked at you and smiled, you mimicking him. crawling on the bed in his direction, you saw him taking off his glasses and putting them aside with the book at his bedside table, then whispering "come here."
you kept crawling until your face was lined with his and he connected your lips after pulling you down by the nape of your neck. the chaste and slow kiss quickly evolved to a desperate one, your teeth clinking against his and his hands tugging your hair.
pulling away to breathe, you managed to whine "baby, i need you." he just nodded and patted his thighs, indicating you where he wanted you to be.
focusing on his red cheeks and bright eyes, you didn't pay attention to your knee while straddling him, it was so quick you couldn't feel or even notice. suddenly, his whole face was contorted with pain, a strangled noise coming out of his lips.
"erik what's going on?"
but he couldn't speak, too astonished with the pain, and you were even more worried after he lifted you from his lap and curled his body in an arch. "you're scaring me, please say something."
after another whole minute in silence and with eyes closed, he finally opened them and looked up at you. "darling, you just hit me in the balls with your knee," he mumbled.
"wha– but how?"
"it was when you were putting your legs in each side of my body," he responded and, after seeing your panicked face, he added "but don't worry, i'll be fine."
"do you think i ruined our chances to become parents in the future?" you asked.
laughing, he just pulled you down with him "no babe, you just ruined our chances to have sex right now."
"we can wait," you responded, voice muffled by his chest. wrapping your arms around him, you just stayed quiet until he decided to speak again.
"so, do you want to have kids with me?"
"of course i want, you are the love of my life," you replied, raising your head from its previous spot just to look at him. "too soon?"
"absolutely not, i'm totally sure i want you to be the mother of my children and it's good to know we're on the same page," he said, smiling.
feeling your cheeks turning red, you hid your face in his shoulder, still wrapping him with your arms. he placed a kiss on your temple, sighing and closing his eyes for a while. meanwhile, you started running your fingers through his hair after kissing his neck, as a silent way to say you love him.
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𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 – 𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒌 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐
summary: you and your boyfriend are babysitting your little niece.
pairing: erik portillo x fem!reader
warnings: a baby?
a/n: hi guys, i had to write this little blurb based in an idea i had today, it's short but i hope you like it.
word count: 1,2k
lowercase intended.
translations: lilla du – little one; mitt hjärta – my heart.
you watched as your sister and her husband entered their car, ready to enjoy a day off for the first time in a while because you and erik said you could babysit your 8 months old niece.
it was spring break, so you were in california visiting your family and you were enchanted by the cute little baby.
"ok babe, it's just us now," you said, turning to your boyfriend, who was holding the baby close to you.
"i hope we can do this."
"of course we can, and if something happens we can always call my mom."
you both looked at zoe, who was looking at erik's face with her big blue eyes full of attention, tiny hand on his chest. he smiled tenderly, caressing her little head carefully.
"she likes you," you whispered.
"thank goodness, because i like her too," he whispered back.
your heart melted at the scene and you almost cried, but managed to hold back the tears and smiled.
"let's play with this little lady," you said.
making a silly childish voice, erik said "do you wanna play, zoey?"
you tickled her little tummy and she laughed, being adorable as all babies. erik led the way to the living room and carefully placed zoe sitting on the floor, as you sat by her side too.
ports spread her toys on the ground and soon her attention was all on the colorful toys. she played and played for some time with both of you, until she started crying because she was hungry.
"babe, can you make her bottle?" you asked.
"sure, i'll be right back," he said, getting up while you tried to calm her down.
you sat on the couch with her in your arms, making soothing noises until she stopped crying. not long after, erik was back with her bottle, handing it to you as you adjusted her in your arms. meanwhile, ports turned the tv on and put frozen to help distract her.
turns out it distracted you two more than zoe, naturally. you were curled at erik's side, his arm around your shoulders, while you were holding zoe and the bottle and were very concentrated in the movie.
when she was satisfied, she made a little noise indicating it, and you quickly took the bottle out of her little mouth and adjusted her so she could digest the milk.
erik looked at the scene with hearts in his eyes. the man was completely in love with you and now he was even more.
the rest of the day was relatively calm and funny. already knowing how to do it because of your other nephews, your brother's kids, you gave her a bath in the middle of the afternoon, erik being excited to set up her cute outfit and brush her few hairs. you both changed diapers, even grimacing, and this part wasn't funny at all.
at some point, she was very irritated and started crying hard and loud.
"what do we do now? i don't know how to calm her down," you said, feeling desperate.
"i don't know, we already checked her diapers and it's all clean, she's also fed up."
"you think we should call my mom?"
"definitely."
"hold her for me," you said, passing zoe to him.
as you went to another room to call your mother, all of a sudden erik realized she must be feeling sleepy. with that in mind, he went to the big couch in the living room, laying down and putting her on his chest.
when you came back, hearing nothing, you faced one of the cutest scenes you've ever seen.
your boyfriend was laying on the couch with zoe on his chest and his big hand was covering almost all of her tiny body, his fingers caressing her back. as you approached, you could hear his low voice muttering something in swedish. he was talking to her, calming her down. you really started crying and got back to the guest room so you wouldn't disturb them, but before, you quickly snapped a picture so you could revisit this scene whenever you wanted.
after some time, you heard erik's voice talking to zoe in english and in a normal tone, making you get downstairs again to see them. he was making her another bottle with one hand and holding her on his other arm.
"...and then we turn off the stove and put it on the bottle and everything is ready for you, lilla du. see?" he said, without noticing you.
zoe only made some baby-ish noises, looking like she was talking to him back and it was cute as hell.
"hi my love, how are you two?" you asked.
"oh hey baby, we're fine right, zoey?"
she giggled at the attention, making both of you laugh.
you fed her and, after a while, she was sleepy again and you helped erik give her a bath, making silly faces all the time to distract her. when she was clean and already dressed to sleep, you dimmed her room's lights and started walking slowly so she could sleep. it didn't take long and soon you were putting an asleep cute baby on the crib, bringing the baby monitor with you before getting out of the bedroom.
you quickly sent some pictures to your sister, updating her and went downstairs to find erik in the kitchen making you dinner.
"i'm so tired," you said, hugging him from behind and resting your head on his back.
"me too, it's surprising how a little baby can get you more tired than a practice."
"well at least she's cute."
"yeah, i don't even mind getting tired taking care of her."
you smiled, disentangling your arms from his body at the same time as he turned off the stove. ports turned to face you and you stood on your tiptoes, his head lowering to find yours and you finally kissed his soft lips. the chaste kiss turned into a desperate one and only the sound of something falling on the ground startled you out of this moment.
"oh my god i hope it's not broken," you said, noticing you let the baby monitor fall and immediately picking it up.
"dude your sister's gonna kill you."
"shut up, portillo."
"is it broken?"
"no it's not, thank god."
"today is your lucky day."
"it really is, now let's eat, i'm hungry."
he smiled at you and kissed your nose before starting to make your plate, then his. you ate at the couch (may your sister never discover) while watching a random hockey game on tv and talking about nothing important. it was a very good day.
later, when you were already on the guest room's bed, with erik spooning you and holding you close, you thought about something. he was breathing softly in your hair and you didn't know if he's awake or not.
whispering, you said "love? you awake?"
"yeah, what happened?" his voice was low and sleepy.
"let's have a baby? we'd make pretty babies"
he laughed and held you closer, "ask this again in a couple years."
satisfied, you closed your eyes. "i love you, portsy."
"i love you too, mitt hjärta," he said, softly kissing your neck.
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Aye o bet: seein Portillo on the low bc he doesn’t wanna overwhelm you w everyone. 10/10 bf.
"all right, feel free to say no," erik announced as he walked into your bathroom where you were doing your hair, "so, there's a party tonight, and i was invited, and if you want to just stay in tonight, that's totally cool."
"what're you talking about? you were invited, not me, not us. if you want to go, i'm not gonna hold you back. i'm not your keeper." you laughed.
"i know, but i wanted to hang out with you tonight."
"and if that's what you want to do, then do it. if you want to go out, cool. if you want to stay in, cool." you shrugged.
"i mean if you don't want to hang out..."
"no, i do. erik, i'm saying if you want to go to the party tonight, then go."
"i don't. i want to stay in with you."
"all right." you nodded, "but it's self-care night."
"do we get to wear those fuzzy headbands?" he looked like a little boy on christmas.
"yes." you laughed.
erik was getting ready to leave the arena to head over to hang out with you, "yo, you wanna hang out later today?"
"sorry, i can't." erik flashed his teammate an apologetic smile, "got plans." he shrugged, slugging his bag over his shoulder and walking out of the locker room.
"oh, he definitely has a girlfriend."
umich weekend!
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cuddles with erik. we need the erik thoughts. - bords
"okay, the store was out of chips ahoy, so i got the off-name brand," erik announced as he walked into your room.
"cookies." you beamed, reaching out for the bag of snacks you had sent him out to get.
"i had to fight a kid to get these." he told you.
"eh, who cares?" you shrugged, "they don't need any more sugar." you dug through the bag until you found the bag of cookies, "come sit. the movie marathon is about to start." you patted the spot on your bed next to you.
"what movie marathon is it this time?" he asked, taking a cookie for himself.
"last week it was twilight movies and this week is harry potter."
"twilight and harry potter are two very different movies." erik commented.
"i know, but i wasn't complaining." you shrugged, taking a bite into your own cookie.
by the fourth movie, the snacks had been devoured. you had abandoned the position you started the movie marathon in, and were now practically spooning erik.
your head was on his chest. his arms wrapped around you, one of his hands playing with your hair, "if given the opportunity, i think i'd you for cedric."
"i don't know if i'd even be offended." erik laughed.
umich weekend! @bords
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Shoving ur face in Erik’s chest and under the blankets when u wake up and he’s like now get up don’t be like that and ur just like five more minutes pleaseeeeeee
you woke up at the sound of someone's voice very close to your ear.
"wake up, my love," erik said in a low tone.
"shhh lemme sleep."
"i want to, but you have to go to your classes."
"i don't care, just give me 5 more minutes, you insensitive," you said, snuggling with your head on his chest.
"babe you really have to get up or else you're going to be late."
"i don't wanna go erik, i'm tired," you said, groaning.
"i know, but it's friday," he said, "when you come back home, you can sleep all day if you want to."
"sounds good."
"and i can pay you a milkshake, what do you think?"
"god you're so annoying," you said, lifting your head from his chest and he only laughed. "stop laughing, i hate you, anton."
"i love you too, sweetheart."
"you better be with my milkshake when you come back later."
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