#Ohtani Fanfiction

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Against the World SO17 - Prologue

Pairings: Shohei Ohtani x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Shohei's journey started in high school. A place where the both of them found themselves thrusted into the spotlight without warning.

Word count: 2.8k

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Her friends told her that their relationship work was because how busy they are.

It’s because the both of them are really successful in their own respectful field. That the both of them are both really dedicated to their own craft and realized that time and effort is essential to keep improving themselves. That both love their works so much, making them both really busy and in the end-

Their relationship works because of that.

They met in high school.

Y/n likes to think that it’s fate, their meeting that is.

L/n Y/n was born from a Japanese mother and an American father. She doesn’t know much of her dad, considering he left her mom when he realized she was pregnant with his child. Y/n doesn’t really care. It’s not hard to forget a man that had never been in your life to begin with.

The same thing couldn’t be said to her mother.

After all, the woman had been heartbroken. She had given her heart, her young adult years, her dedication, for a man that decided that she’s not worth it. She had given him everything, only to be left with a child that he doesn’t want.

Maybe that’s the start of her resentment towards the man that had never been there. To see the woman that had raised and loved her staring longingly at the only picture that she has of the man. To see the woman closed her heart tightly. Never letting anyone to enter anymore.

To see the woman who had been so strong to raised her as a single mother in the midst of the Japanese society that had never looked her situation favorably.

Born and raised in Iwate, Japan, Y/n thought that she will grew up in this small city forever. She never really has an ambitious or big dreams to chase. From the start, she’s content with her life. A loving mother, a comfortable house, and friends to play with.

That is, until she was scouted as an idol during her first year of middle school.

If she must be honest, she had never really had an interest to become an idol. Nor had she put much thought when she said yes to the guy that scout her. It was a spur of a moment thing, where Y/n doesn’t really have much going on about her life.

The idol industry in Japan started young after all. Much younger than any other idol industries all around the world. She figured there’s no harm in trying and if in the end she doesn’t really like it, she can just quit considering that she still have her whole life before her.

She really didn’t expect the world of glitz and glamour. The kind of world that she’s not familiar with where she’s nothing more than an object to be idolized by someone. Where she has to put up a smile 24/7 on her face as she dance and sing in front of a crowd of people that really should be doing something better than obsessing a 13 year old girl.

Though alas, Y/n fell in love with the stage.

The bright light, the light that shone upon her, and the screams of adoring fans. The way her voice resonated across the air as she captured every pair of eyes, all of them focusing on her. All of them, putting all their attention to her.

For a girl that always craved love and validation all her life – an absentee father and a mother that is too busy - It really doesn’t take her long before she starts to love all of those. To start loving that aspect of being an idol and her life.

The stage is her first love. It’s something that will never fail to bring out a smile across her face. Something, that she could see doing years onwards.

But of course, life is not that perfect. What with her debuting under a small company amidst the already packed idol scene in Japan, it doesn’t take long for the company to put her into a hiatus. A hiatus is the fancy term, considering the company is basically trying to find an investor that’s crazy enough to invest their money on the not famous idol Y/n . 

And well, no one wants to.

Her latest album sales are less than 1000. The same thing could be said to her most recent fan meeting where almost no one showed up. Her company too realized the failing potential of her idol career, that’s why they’re putting her in the so-called hiatus. 

Her dorm room was taken too, considering how tight money is. Not wanting her to live on the company practice room or even the streets, Y/n was sent home back to Iwate.

Compared to Tokyo, Iwate is a quiet town. It’s the town where she was born and spent her childhood in and yet, it feels almost unfamiliar. She’s not used to the dark streets without the colorful billboards and various advertisements. She’s not used to the mountain scenery without any tall building disrupting her sight.

She’s not used to this. 

This uncertain future of hers. These signs that keep on showing. Showing her that it's time for her to give up on her hopeless dream. That there's no way she can succeed as a celebrity and capture the heart of many.

"I don't want to go to school," she had said to her mother, finger playing with the food in front of her. "So many people knows that I left Iwate for Tokyo to become an idol... if I went back now people will laugh at me."

"And what?" asked her mother, voice a bit firm. "Leave your education?"

Y/n went quiet at that.

She knows that her already doomed future will become more doomed if she choose to leave her higher education without a good reason. A university graduate could hardly get a decent job after all. What can a high school drop out do?

"You finish your school," said her mother again. "Finish high school at least. We can talk about university later."

The start of her high school life is bleaker than ever.

Her earliest memory is of her and her mother watching a baseball game late at night.

She remembered being excited, considering for the first time ever her mother had let her to stay up way passed her bedtime. Her mother had told her earlier, with a pretty and yet secretive smile, that she has something to show her.

Y/n is excited. Practically bouncing at her feet as she stared at the bright television screen in front of her. There’s a baseball game in front of her. Of the cheering crowds and the colors of the teams splattered across the screen.

“Y/n-chan,” breathed out her mother, also entranced as her arm wrapped around the younger’s smaller girl. “Baby, look,” she said as she pointed towards one of the man who was walking to the field, bat in hand. “That’s your dad.”

Dad, is a foreign concept for the young girl.

She had never met her dad before, and yet, her mother had told her countless of stories about the man. Y/n practically knows almost nothing about the man and yet at the same time, she knows everything to know about regarding the man.

The man on the screen has a small frown on his face as he went into his batting position. His mother let out an entranced gasp as the crowd started to grow wild when the pitcher too, went on about his pitching motion. And without further ado, the crowd went absolutely wild when the man hit off a homerun almost immediatelt.

“Oh my god!” yelled the older woman, practically hugging Y/n. “Oh my god!”

Y/n blinked. “What’s going on?” asked the girl, turning her head towards the older woman. “Is it a good thing?”

“It is baby!” exclaimed the woman as she smothered plenty of kisses on y/n’s face. “Your father had just won the world series!”

That was the first time she ever heard about the world series and her early introduction to baseball. At first, she was excited. After all, who won’t be after discovering that your father is a world famous baseball player? That your father is just someone so cool?

And then she realized why she never see her father.

Y/n was nine when she watched an interview that her father did. An interview that he did with his family. His family that’s not y/n and her mom.

She watched as the little girl around her age sat on her father’s lap, smiling widely with a pretty dress that y/n wished she could own. She watched as the woman besides her father laughed, hand looped around the man arm as the woman who’s definitely not her mom gave her father a small peck on his cheek.

She watched this picture perfect little family laughed and joke inside her screen.

It made her felt a bit empty. She had asked her mother countless of time why they never sees her father. Something that the older woman had never answered directly. It was always a “we’ll see him soon,” or “he’s a really busy man.”

Well, now she knows why she never sees her dad.

Her relationship with baseball grows a bit complicated at that.

To be precise, she really doesn’t have any personal vendetta towards the sport. Though, being reminded about your absent father every time she see the sport is an unpleasant feeling. To know that your father doesn’t care about you or your mom every time she sees someone playing baseball is something that she hates.

Growing up trying to avoid baseball in a country like Japan is a hard thing. Baseball is a national sport here so encountering the sport on a daily basis is not something uncommon.

Y/n hates it. She hates the fact that her father made her hates baseball. She hates the fact that her father cheats on his own wife. She hates the fact that her father doesn’t care about her or her mom. She hates the fact that baseball reminds her of her useless existence. That y/n is an unwanted child born out of wedlock.

She hates it so so much.

Though, as she stared at her new high school, she started to question many things.

“Why did I choose this school…” she muttered as she saw the large banner being displayed in front of the school building. A banner that’s congratulating the school baseball team on entering Koshien.

Turns out, her new high school, the Hanamaki Higashi High School, is a school famous for their baseball team.

Y/n really does have a rotten luck.

"Didn't you go to Tokyo to become famous?" asked the girl in front of her.

Y/n let out an awkward laugh. "I'm on a hiatus," she said. "I want to pursue my education first before continuing my career," continue the girl, lying boldly.

The girl laughed at that. "Well it's great to have you back!" she said. "Can't believe we have a celebrity on our midst!"

Said girl let out an awkward laugh at that. The opening ceremony had just began and there's countless of eyes on her. She should've been used to this, all the prodding and curious stare that's being directed towards her way.

And yet, she can't help but hate the feeling.

She could almost feel all the judging look and the raised eyebrow. She doesn't know how many of them would belief her lie of deciding to pursue her education over her career but she hates it nonetheless.

Y/n wants to hide.

She first met him as they were assigned to sit together.

Before then, she had known who Shohei Ohtani is, considering his hulking height. The teen had stood out like a sore thumb during the new student orientation, towering every single student. Ema, who is considered tall in a Japanese standard, had to crane her head up to see his face.

Besides that, Y/n too, had heard the whispers about him.

Apparently, Ohtani-san is a really good baseball player. Like, really good. During his middle school days, it seems that he had set some kind of record that made many famous baseballs school wants to recruit him. The reason why Ohtani-san chose their school? Who knows. All they know is that the baseball club head coach had jumped in joy when he realized the potential that Ohtani-san has. While of course their school too boast an amazing baseball program, it can’t be compared to those from a big city like Tokyo or Hokkaido. 

All in all, Y/n impression on his is that Ohtani-san is a really quiet guy.

While Ema is all about cheerful greetings and wide smile, Ohtani-san is all about prolonged silence and deep gaze. If the both of them are colors, Y/n would be a bright yellow while Ohtani-san will be a drab grey. Not too bright, and yet, he’s not that closed off from those around him.

Admittedly, they didn’t talk much. Y/n had tried to talk to him, several times in fact, but the answer had always been short and clipped. During class too, he had only ever passively followed along the lesson. Never tried to answer an open question or be the one to come in front to answer a problem.

The only time she had ever see him alive is when he’s playing baseball.

When the bell rings, Ohtani-san would be brightened considerably as he almost immediately shot past the door with his bag. Once, she had asked one of the baseball club members about it.

“He’s always been the first one on the field,” answer one of them. “And the last one to leave.”

Y/n hummed at that answer.

She had thought their relationship will always be like that. The amicable seatmates that don’t really talk much with each other but didn’t bother each other as well. That is, until the next seat rotation at the end of the semester. 

“Oh,” said Y/n, arriving at her designated seat. “Ohtani-san, we’re together again,” she said with a smile.

Ohtani-san looked up from his phone screen before he’s scrambling to hide it from her point of view. He looked a bit embarrassed at that. “L/n-san,” he answered after managing to gather his bearings for a bit. “Yes, um…”

He trailed off at that, seemingly unsure on what to response. Y/n doesn’t really mind as she took her seat. The girl gave the male a polite smile before she reached out for her bag, taking a fashion magazine that she had brought today.

There’s a casting for this clothing brand model… Maybe Y/n could try that?

“-San,”

Or maybe should she audition as a voice actor? But she thinks it will be hard to transition back to a singer if she does that.

“-n-san,”

She really doesn’t want to give up her dream to become a celebrity though. Should she try online auditions? Like in South Korea or-

“L/n-san,” called out Ohtani-san, catching her attention. They had been sitting silently for almost 10 minutes at this point, waiting for the morning bell to ring. Y/n never thought that the baseball player will strike up a conversation with her.

“Hm?” she answered with a smile on her face, a bit distracted, looking away from the magazine in front of her. “What’s up?”

He looks hesitant at first, opening and closing his mouth afterwards before he thrusted his phone towards her. It’s a recording of a baseball game.

“I… I was watching a game last night,” he started before pressing the video to play. In it, someone is doing the first pitch. “I was wondering if this was… really you?”

She stared at the phone screen in front of her. Dark eyes staring at the girl who’s doing the ceremonial first pitch with her long dark hair half hidden with the team’s cap.

It’s her. Y/n knows it’s her.

After all, that instance had been one of the highest peaks of her career. One of the baseball teams, the tigers, had asked her to throw the first pitch on one of their home games. Truthfully, considering her popularity, the only reason that she had gotten that gig was because the general manager of the team is her company’s ceo cousin. Back then, when it was her that’s going to throw the first pitch, no one knows who Suzuki Y/n was.

The cheers were minimal, but Y/n doesn’t really care. After all, it’s an honor for her to do that. 

No matter how her feeling is towards baseball – or, like, MLB – baseball is, the number one sport in Japan. For a failed celebrity like Y/n, to be able to throw the first pitch in one of the first-class team league in Japan is a sign of success.

Considering how much of a baseball geek Ohtani-san is, she really should’ve expected him to realize her job.

Answering him, she let out a large grin. “Yeah, it’s me,” she answered, leaning forward towards the desk. “Really cool right?”

Ohtani-san flushed before he nodded his head. “… Yeah,” he let out. “I didn’t know you’re… famous.”

“Not many knows that” she let out a chuckle. “I’m a bit of a failed idol, you know.”

The other teen furrowed his brows. “That can’t be it,” he said, tilting his head. “You did the first pitch for the Tigers.”

“Eh, it’s all about nepotism, Ohtani-san.”

He still doesn’t look unconvinced. 

“… I searched for your videos,” said the baseball player after a while. “Last night, to make sure that it’s really you.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow at that. “You did?”

Ohtani-san nodded his head. “Yeah,” he let out before showing his phone screen towards her. It was one of her music video. The most recent one actually. “And, um… you were amazing. I really thought that you’re a famous star when I watched you perform.”

That- that warms here. Unexpectedly.

"You do?" she asked.

"Yes," replied the male without missing a beat. "I thought that it's amazing that you can perform like that despite so many eyes staring at you! I- um, I'm a nervous person naturally... so I really won't know what I should do if I were on your position."

She had heard people praises her performance many times. That if only she didn’t debut under such a small company, she would’ve been a star in the industry. Usually, she would’ve responded those praises with her automatic smile. Thanking them for the praise before humbling herself down.

Usually, such praise won’t make her heart skipped a beat.

Maybe it’s the sincere look on his eyes, or how he sounds as If he’s utterly convinced at that statement. She doesn’t really know. All she knows that simple praise opens up the gate of friendship between the two of them.

“Thank you,” she said, letting out a huge smile. “That really means a lot.”

Ohtani-san let out a smile at that too.

"Though, don't you have many people watching your baseball games?" asked the girl.

The male's cheeks warmed a bit at that. "Uh- um... if it's during games I would be too focused at the game itself so I won't notice anything besides it."

"I see," said the female. “So, who’s your favorite player at the tigers cause I got a lot of autographs from them-“

After that, Ohtani-san became Ohtani-kun. And Ohtani-kun, became simply Shohei.

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[Part 3] Birthday Game - Reader x Shohei Ohtani x Yuki Ishikawa AU - NSFW

Disclaimer: This is a 18+ writing so if you’re not comfortable reading this, please skip it! There will be a lot of smut & mentions of sex in this work so beware. ;)

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What I thought to be a short 5-minute nap went into a deep slumber. The clock shows it’s 5am already and I heard both of the men on my sides snore. “They looked really cute.” I mumble to myself. It’s really kind of them for not waking me up, although I promised Shohei another ‘session’ in the bathroom. I slowly get up from the bed as I’m still naked underneath the blanket. I tried to wiggle my way out carefully so that they don’t wake up. I collected my undergarments and slide into them. Then, I tip toed towards the bathroom after grabbing my phone and closed the door slowly, not bothered to lock it. 

I take a look into the mirror and saw several kiss marks on my body especially on my neck and chest areas. The thought of me making love with Yuki and Shohei still makes me feel giddy. Then, I open my phone to see several messages I receive from my friends who wishes me happy birthday.

“Are you awake already?” I was taken aback when I heard Shohei’s voice. He’s standing by the door shirtless, leaving him with his brief. His hair is messy but he looks too good to be true. “Ohh, I didn’t realize I was sleeping through the night. How about you? You should take a rest.” I reply and he shut the door. Shohei walks towards me and I turned my body to him. He closed the gap between ours and placed his hands on my hips and lifted me to the countertop. My breath suddenly got hard. 

“I think I haven’t tell you some of the things I really admired about you.” I suddenly said while having a staring contest with him. His face was a few inches away from me and when he heard me, he pulled away. “Really? What about it?” he grins. “Before that, I want you to pull the stool chair. This is gonna be a long talk.” I said to him while tracing his chest and abs. “Sure.” After he sits on the chair in front of me, I started to tell him the reason why I like him - not in a romantic way, more to as a fangirl. 

“I first heard your name during your time in Angels. You caught my eyes instantly,” I paused and took his hand so that our fingers interlock each other. “Since then, I found a lot of interesting facts about you online. I watched you play too even with Yuki. I like how determined you are to be a two-way player, how you tryna keep a lowkey personality in the midst of your popularity, and how you keep your body healthy.” I felt his thumb caressing my hands as well and he was so into my story. “You are such an inspiration to many, Sho. And I want you to keep being that way.” I smile to him.

“That’s very nice to hear. Thank you.” He simply replied with his husky voice and showing his eye smile. Very typical of him who doesn’t talk a lot but more into actions. “Not to forget that you’re able to challenge yourself in a completely different country and look at your fanbase. So big, just like these muscles, haha” I joked while grabbing his broad shoulders and biceps. I heard him chuckles as well. 

“If I had known you before Yuki, I’ll definitely date you, y/n.” My heart beats so fast when he muttered that sentence. That sounds like a confession to me. I look at him in the eyes and automatically my fingers reached to his eyebrows, eyelashes, and finally his lips. “You don’t realize how handsome you are, Sho. If you already have a girlfriend back in the States, she’d be really lucky to have you.” his dimples appeared.  

“You make me blush. Don’t you think Yuki will get jealous if he heard you complimented me?” he asks. I shake my head, “He already know that you’re my idol. Actually he left me dumbfounded when he said that you agreed to have threesome with me as a gift for my birthday. I was so embarrassed!” I jokingly punch his chest and he stopped me by holding my hands. “Don’t be. It’s my pleasure to make you feel special on your birthday, I should thank Yuki for this moment. I get to know you better,” he paused and I feel his face getting closer to mine. Our noses touched and there’s this electric sensation I get from him.

“I like how you hold me in your arms earlier. I like how our bodies move in sync. I like it when you play your tongue with me. I like everything about you but it’s impossible for us to be together. So I am grateful for this moment with you.” I might be carried away with the situation where we share our intimacy without Yuki eyeing us. I felt that I need to confess that to Shohei so that he knows what I feels. I feel his arms linger my body, giving me a bear hug. His manly cologne is still there although he was sweating all night. I’m actually afraid that it’s me who crossed the line? I sound like a cheating girlfriend right now but I will regret it my whole life if I don’t say those things to Shohei. Because he deserves to know how he made me feel.

He then kissed me slow but passionate, “Should we keep this as a secret from Yuki?” he asked in a lower voice. Thinking about what I said earlier, I realize that Yuki might be jealous even mad of our conversation. So I nod to him. “I’ll definitely miss you when I return home. We should spend time together again.” he said calmly while staring at me. His hands are now resting on my shoulders. “While you’re in Italy, we still have some time.” I said mumbling in his chest. Oh god, I like this man. It’s Yuki’s fault that he put me in this odd position with his best friend! 

“Shall we have a cold shower? You said you like being taken care of after sex, c’mon” Shohei said but I stopped him from walking to the shower. “Wait. I like that we have this kind of intimacy. Are you okay if I take a photo of us?” I nervously asked while grabbing my phone on my side. “I’m totally fine. It’s not that you’ll share it publicly.” I smiled at his statement. 

I activated the back camera and take candid photos of him. “Don’t be shy. Show me your sexy pose haha” I told him to pose and he acted really cool which is why the photos came out so good. “Can we also have photos together? Here, stand in front of me.” He gladly put me down from the countertop and we are now facing the mirror. “Can you wrap your arms around my neck? That’d be a good pic.” he does what I tell him. “You look so petite, so cute.” Shohei said at our reflections and I laugh. “Compared to you and Yuki, I’m just like a teenage girl.” I went along with him. 

After several photos later, Shohei spun my body to face him. “Are you done, sweetie?” asked him. I put my phone down, “Is someone being impatient for the next round? Hm?” I continue by grabbing the strap of his briefs. Teasing him a bit. “I can’t wait to touch you and feel you squirm under my touch.” He sounded so sexy right now. “I need a little bit more of you, Shohei.” I whispered and with that he lifted me and walked to the shower.

My lips reach him and my tongue is trying to find its way to his mouth. He let me explore him and reply my kiss right away. My back is glued to the wall while he’s steadying me with his huge figure. “Mmh— you- taste so good- Hhh” he murmurs in between our kisses. 

With our bodies pressing against each other, I can feel his manhood on my lower body. I grab and rub it with my hands in the same tempo with our kisses. “You have no idea how sexy you are, Sho” I stopped the kiss and state what I feel. He smirked and suddenly the cold water flows on our bodies. “Oh my god!” We both chirped at the same time and laugh. “Oops, I didn’t mean to turn it on.” He said. Shohei’s figure is big enough to nudge the shower mixer without him knowing. “It’s alright. I’m the one who’s turned on by you.” I continue kissing him after those words came out of my mouth. I feel him smirking in the middle of our kisses. “Mmh—“ he let out a sexy whimper.

I feel butterflies in my stomach when he traces my body with his lips. He leaves his saliva here and there which triggers me to stroke his damp wet hair slowly. “I love that you’re the opposite of Yuki.” I said. He stopped right between my legs now, both hands still holding my thighs so I don’t fall. He looked up to see me and said, “Tell me.” “You’re more patient when we make love.” My response successfully made him grins.

Without wasting his time, he licks my clothed pussy that’s wet already. “Uhh—“ my natural responses were closing my eyes and playing with my harden nipples. My back arched more on the walls when he slid his tongue skillfully inside my vagina, making sure my thin underwear was moved out his way. His quick movements resulted in high pitched moan from me.

“Keep going.. Shohei,” I encourage him while squirming. The vibrations he gave me down there is out of this world. I feel it coming and he licked the wetness just for him to kiss me afterwards, letting me taste myself through him. “I like you, very much” I was surprised when listening to his sudden confession. 

“Can I go inside you now?” he added. “Yes. I need you inside me.” With that, he inserts his manhood deep inside me. This time I no longer feel hurt, instead I feel pleasure all over my body. “Sweet Jesus!” I mumble in the crook of his neck and reach for his muscular arms. He doesn’t go fast this time, meanwhile he increases his pace slowly. “Do you know how fucking tight you are?” he whispered. “U-huh.. and you’re so big.” I replied. We are now staring at each other intensely. When he accurately hits my g-spot with his slow tempo, I let out a whine. 

“Yeah you’re so fucking good. Come to me- come inside me—“ I chanted to him in a teasing way. I can feel him close to his climax when his body got more intense and he closed his eyes, with mouth opens. “Aahh- fuck” he sounded so manly in my ears. “But I’m not done yet.” I told him and I swiftly change our position where I pushed him to sit on the shower seat. 

I happily took control and now I positioned myself on his lap with my back facing him. “Do you like that?” is what comes out of my mouth when I took his whole length inside my vagina and sliding it up and down. His hands are now cupping my boobs from behind. “I like it when you take control, sweetheart” he responded. I turn my head to kiss his lips. “And I can’t stop riding you, Sho.” I keep circling my hips around him and feel so much pleasure. 

Minutes go by quickly that this shower has witnessed our numerous positions from the standing doggy to leg-up. We were enjoying our intimacy too much that I started to realize that Yuki is still in the bedroom next to us! Both Shohei and I have finally stopped our session and moved on to washing each other’s body in the shower. We took shower together where he rubs the liquid soap all over my body and on the other hand, I tried to wash his thick black hair. I tip toed to reach his height but he was kind enough to lower himself. It’s so fun with him around. He’s so playful but sexy at the same time. Shit, I can’t keep him out of my mind now.

“Are you done, princess?” Shohei asked me while drying his hair with a towel. I nodded. “I’m done, just a moment.” I tried to wear my undergarments and the last thing I found was Yuki’s oversized shirt so I decided to wear that. “Thank you for everything. I really enjoy our time together.” I confessed to him and gave him a peck on his lips. Before he responds anything, I walked out of the bathroom, leaving Shohei behind. 

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To be continued

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I’ll Play Nurse-Shohei Ohtani

Request: Shohei got injured and I was wondering if you can write something inspired by that & Do u think u could write a smut abt shohei dealing with his recent injury during a pitch?

A/N: Okay everyone this is my first time dabbling in smut. It is not super long because it is a request and if you are under 18 you CANNOT read this. I’m going to include warnings for it, but I repeat if you are under 18 you CANNOT read any further. I combined two asks for this request because they were in the same ideas. As always I hope you like it and enjoy! Requests are open.

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content

Word Count: 1.2k+

You stood on edge in the living room. He was clutching his wrist and hunched over in pain. You were holding your breath as Ippei ran over to help translate for the trainer looking over his wrist. You hadn’t seen Shohei in pain like this before and you were nervous. If he was injured he would be so upset.

It couldn’t have been too bad because luckily he was back later in the game. You were still nervous because you knew he would hide how much pain he was in to continue to play. The game had ended over an hour ago and you heard the front door open. Shohei walked in, wrist bandaged with ice resting on it.

You jumped up from your spot on the couch and ran over to him. “Hi, baby. How are you feeling? How bad’s the wrist?” You started checking him over while he shrugged, using his free hand to tilt your chin up to him, connecting your lips in a kiss a beat longer than normal.

“I’m not gonna lie. It hurts. They said I’ll be fine, but it hit right on the bone,” you pouted your lip out to him, kissing him again as you pulled him towards your room. “Well then you need to rest. You go lay down and I’ll play nurse tonight for you.”

He smiled and laid down on the bed as you went out to the living room, grabbing couch pillows to elevate his arm and a new ice pack to swap out the old one. You grabbed ibuprofen and headed back inside to see him propped up on the bed. You smacked his good hand away as he tried to help you get things set up.

“Just relax. I can do this,” you went to grab his hand to prop it up, but you couldn’t get a good enough angle. You climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist as you did so. You could feel his gaze on you as you propped his arm up, switched out the ice pack, and handed him the pills.

“Take these,” he nodded his head, following orders. As you tried to move off his lap, his free hand grabbed your waist. “Nurse. I’m gonna need you to stick around since I can’t use this hand. And my pain is still pretty bad,” you hummed as you leaned forward, kissing him, lightly grinding against his hardening length.

“Well then I think you’re going to need to get more comfortable. Let’s get these off,” you moved off his waist, moving down towards the edge of the bed while you pulled his trainers off, leaving him only in his boxers and shirt.

His breathing was heavy watching your every move. When you finished getting his pants off you moved back up, staying on your knees between his legs. “I think I know what will help get your mind off the pain,” his eyebrows raised as you watched his chest move quickly.

“Oh yeah and what’s that?” You moved your hand up his thigh, never breaking eye contact as your hand brushed over his bulge. His breath caught in his throat, eyes closing as you reached into his boxers, freeing his member.

You wasted no time, giving a quick pump before placing a gentle kiss on the tip, tasting the precum already leaking out. His eyes opened, tongue darting out and wetting his lips. You opened your mouth taking half of him, letting your tongue swipe along the underside, hearing a groan escape his lips.

You slowly let yourself take more of him in your mouth, your hand wrapped around the base as you moved your head up and down, spit mixing with precum as you felt his free hand tangle into your hair, starting to push you down further when you pulled away.

His eyes opened again as you shook your head, hand continuing to work him. “No hands. Keep your hands to yourself,” he groaned, letting his hand fall back down to his side as you went back to your position. You took all of him, hearing his breathing become faster and moans fall from his plump and parted lips.

As you bobbed your head on him, hand pumping what your mouth couldn’t reach, you pulled off with a pop. You knew he was getting close and you stood up, slipping your jeans and panties off before climbing back on him, straddling him once again.

His eyes stared into yours as you spit into your hand and moved it down to rub against your already soaking core. Your hand grabbed his cock and let the tip poke into you as a gasp punched out of your chest. He moaned, head falling back against the pillow as his good hand went to palm your ass.

You pulled his dick out of you and shoved his arm away. “I said no hands,” his lip pouted out as he put his arm back to his side. “Please, baby I need to feel you,” you shook your head, slowly sinking down onto him again. You could hardly speak as your eyes slipped shut. “No. You can feel me like this.”

Your eyes opened as you looked down to see him bottom out in you. You couldn’t believe how easily he fit in and you sat for a split second trying to adjust to him before you started moving on him. One hand grabbed the headboard above you, the other went to his jaw, pulling his head back towards you.

“Keep your eyes open. Look at how my pussy takes you so easy. God, you feel so good fucking me like this,” his eyes opened, immediately looking down at your pussy enveloping his cock. The sound of skin hitting skin was echoing around the room, mixing with both of your moans bouncing off the walls.

He couldn’t hold back any more and started thrusting his hips to meet your own movements. His dick hit a spot inside you that had you collapsing on his chest as you neared your peak. You knew he was close too as his movements became more sporadic and his breathing was uneven.

Your hand went down to your clit, rubbing fast circles on the nub. “Oh god, I’m close,”  he moaned, lips attacking your neck, licking over the spots he bit at to soothe the skin. You turned to connect your lips again as he mumbled against you. “Come on, baby. Cum for me. That’s it, such a good girl. I know you’re right there.”

Within seconds you came undone on top of him, legs trembling with your own orgasm as you felt his spasm inside you, releasing his cum into you. He gave a few more thrusts, pushing his cum further inside you before he stopped. His lips rested on your forehead as you laid on his chest, a sweaty mess.

You smiled, breathless before speaking again. “How’s your wrist feeling now?” He chuckled, using his hand to push your hair back from your forehead. “Oh, I completely forgot about that. If this is the treatment I get when I’m injured I might try that more often,” you laughed, sitting up, kissing him and mumbling against his lips. “I don’t mind playing nurse more often. Don’t get injured again though. You had me worried sick.”

He laughed as you got off him before heading to the bathroom, Shohei in tow as you got the shower running. “Nurse, I think I’m ready for my spongebath,” You felt his lips on your neck again as you stepped into the shower, laughing as he followed you in.

[zackcollins]

wanted || shohei ohtani

masterlist

Author’s Note: Heya, everyone! I’m back with another fic! This one was actually an anonymous request someone sent me, so I hope I did it justice for whoever sent it in. This is also my first time writing for Ohtani so I did the best I could so please be gentle. I have 3 more requests lined up to be written--one more for Ohtani and 2 for Bo Bichette. So, look out for those in the next few days! Anyways! GIF credit to youmustlovehim!

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any. But, as always, feel free to let me know if you disagree and I’ll add a warning for anything anyone feels needs one!

Word Count: 1.7k+

Title: Wanted by Hunter Hayes

Additional: The reader is gender-neutral this time! I can’t exactly remember if the request specified what gender the reader should be because my memory is awful. I also couldn’t seem to find the darn thing on my blog while I was in the process of writing this, so I just went for gender-neutral to be on the safe side. I hope that’s okay for whoever sent in the request! For whoever sent this in: I can always write a feminine or masculine fic if that’s what you actually wanted. Just let me know and I’ll get on that for you as soon as I’ve finished with my other requests, okay? Anyways! I hope all of you who read this enjoy it! As always, feedback is appreciated. I love knowing what everyone thinks of how I did.

Christmas was right around the corner and you were insanely excited for it. It had been your favourite holiday since you were a small child. Seeing all the light displays, getting to eat all of the delicious treats, spending time with family, and opening all of the presents had always appealed to you. All of it sparked an immense joy within in you that nothing had been able to match.

Nothing until you met your boyfriend, Shohei. You met him when you were on vacation to Disneyland in Anaheim. You had been stuck together on one of the rides because both of you had been in line alone. Riding with Shohei had been so much fun that you had exchanged numbers and even agreed to met each other for lunch later that day.

That had been around the first week in January. From that moment, you had struck up a friendship that turned into a romantic relationship right around the end of February, beginning of March time frame. You wouldn’t have it any other way because Shohei brought you so much happiness and joy; you loved him a lot and you were grateful to have him.

Now that your first Christmas together was approaching, you knew you had to get Shohei the perfect gift. There were a few things that you could think of—they mostly consisted of things related to baseball or Japanese trinkets so he could feel closer to home—but nothing concrete was sticking in your mind. Buying the first Christmas gift for your boyfriend was going to be an ordeal. You knew it would be worth it in the end because you loved Shohei and he loved you; he would no doubt love anything you gave him. That didn’t stop you from still wanting to get him the perfect gift. You figured the best way to accomplish that would be to do your best to ask him what he wanted without making it obvious that you were asking him what he wanted. It was a genius plan. So long as Shohei didn’t catch on to what you were doing. And you were pretty sure he wouldn’t. He had told you that around Christmas and New Years was when he started getting back into the baseball mindset. Meaning, he would most likely be too distracted to fully catch onto what you were doing. It was perfect.

With about a week and a half to go until Christmas, you approached your boyfriend. You had a plan in mind that you were going to strike up a conversation with him. You were still in Los Angeles because Shohei had asked you not to go back to your home in New York after the season had ended. You had agreed but now you were getting homesick. The purpose of this conversation was to see if he would be willing to come home with you to spend Christmas with you with your family. You thought it was about time for him to meet them anyways. You were starting realize that you felt serious about him—more serious than you’d felt about any of your past boyfriends. Your parents were also eager to meet the man you had gushed to them about for the last two months you had been in California.

“Hey, Shohei?” You had been sitting on the couch, watching what was essentially the Japanese version of Law and Order when you tried to grab his attention. Shohei looked over at you briefly but his focus went right back to the television where one of the detectives was talking to the prosecutor about the evidence she had collected on the defendant. “What would you say about coming back to New York with me? I want you to meet my parents.”

Shohei sighed, though he nodded as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him. “I can do that. It would be nice to see where you live since you have seen where I live.”

You hummed in satisfaction before you kissed Shohei’s cheek. Shohei smiled as he squeezed you even closer to him, running his hand comfortingly along your upper arm in the process. He looked back over at you long enough to press a soft kiss on your temple before he focused back on what was happening on the television.

“I’m glad you said yes,” you chuckled as you slid away from your boyfriend. You reached into the pocket of your pants and pulled out two pieces of paper, handing one to Shohei. “I already booked the plane tickets from LAX to Laguardia. We’re on a red eye flight two days from now.”

Shohei huffed a bemused breath, placing the plane ticket on the end table beside the couch. “What would you have done if I said no?”

“I would’ve asked one of your teammates. Maybe Max Stassi? I’m sure him or one of the other guys would’ve been willing to spend Christmas with me in New York City. Rockefeller Square is a big thing after all.”

Shohei looked away from the television and over at you. He had a look in his eyes that you could only describe as something halfway between jealousy and anger. The longer he looked at you, the more intense the look became. You swallowed thickly after a few moments and started to fidget under the intense scrutiny of the gaze.

“Why would you ask my teammates?” Shohei asked. His voice sounded eerily calm but his face, still staring at you with that intense look, gave away that he was unimpressed with you. “They are not dating you. I am. It is my job to spend Christmas with you.”

You nodded, swallowing again. “Yuh—yes. You’re right. I just thought you might say no because you’d want to go home to Japan to be with your family. So, I’d just want someone with me. I already told my family I’d be bringing someone; I also told them it might not be my boyfriend because he might be heading back to Japan to visit his own family.”

Shohei’s expression softened and he grabbed your hand, running his thumb along your knuckles. “I am sorry for overreacting.” He sighed before he brought your hand up and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. When he dropped it, he looked longingly into your eyes as he continued to speak. “Maybe I am a little homesick and wish to visit my own family. It is just so far away that I think the better option would be to visit your family instead.”

You leaned forward and wrapped Shohei in a hug, patting him on the back a couple of times in hopes that that would calm his nerves. Shohei relaxed into your embrace, dropping his head against your shoulder. He placed a couple of kisses against your shoulder blade before you pulled back and looked at him. You motioned to the plane ticket he placed on the coffee table.

“Why don’t you look at the ticket again.” You smiled awkwardly as you folded your hands in your lap and started fidgeting with your thumbs.

Shohei raised a questioning eyebrow but leaned forward and scooped the ticket off of the table. He examined it for a moment before you saw his facial expression shift from neutral to shock. He dropped the ticket in his lap as he leaned forward and wrapped you in a tight hug. He dropped his head in the crook of your neck, sniffling a few times as you could tell that he was trying to hold back some tears. You took one of your hands and carded your fingers gently through his hair, stopping briefly to scrape your fingernails against his scalp. Shohei hummed against your skin, his warm breath sending a chill down your back.

After a few moments of silence, filled only with the occasional sniffle from Shohei, he pulled back from your embrace and looked up at you. His eyes were slightly wet, though his cheeks were dry; that told you that he had managed to fight off the tears. You took your thumbs and wiped away the tears that had accumulated, smiling softly when Shohei leaned into the touch. You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, brushing some hair behind his ear before you grabbed his hand and started running your thumb along the pulse point on his wrist. You smiled again when you felt him shiver at the action, leaning once again into your touch.

“The ticket is for a red eye from LAX to a Japanese airport.” Shohei finally spoke after what felt like an eternity of silence. You nodded, bringing his hand up and pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. When you dropped his hand, he smiled weakly at you. “Do your parents know you are not coming home?”

You nodded again, running your thumb along Shohei’s wrist. “We’re going to celebrate with them when we get back Stateside. The return flight is from the Japanese airport to Laguardia.”

Shohei placed his free hand on your knee and rubbed it a couple of times. You looked down at his hand and then back up at him. He was smiling weakly and his eyes were fonder than you had ever seen them. You brought his hand up and kissed his knuckles again, revelling in the fact that you felt him shiver again. When you dropped his hand, you ran your thumb along his knuckles a couple of times. Shohei smiled more confidently at you as he ran his thumb a long your knee.

“You know?” He looked at you with caring eyes. “I can honestly say that you are the best early Christmas present I have ever received. I love you.”

You smiled as you returned Shohei’s caring look, bringing his wrist up and pressing a kiss to his pulse point. He shivered a little which made you smile weakly. You reached up and brushed a piece of hair out of his face. Shohei grabbed your hand and directed it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. You smiled a little brighter, running your thumb along his knuckles again.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Shohei’s lips which he reciprocated. You kissed for a moment before you pulled back and looked him in the eyes again, the same caring expression on both of your faces.

Then, with a fond smile on your face, you replied to your boyfriend’s question in the only way you knew how.

“I love you too because you’re the best thing I’ve ever received full stop.”

[jimothystu]

Hiya, I just want to say I love your writing and this is gonna get me thru off season. Can you write about ohtani and something about moving in togetherness anything in general , but mainly about agruing over something major but have a happy ending please ? Thank you 🥰- fem reader pls

Hi! Thank you so much!!! Honestly writing the fanfiction will help me get through the off season too.

I can definitely write that! I’ll add it to my list and (depending on my course load for the week) will try to get it done by the end of the week.

[sonic7ischaos]

Sonic Adventure Mania.

So I’ve been thinking about how a Sonic game could live up to the legacy left by the Adventure games. Normally I’d focus on the gameplay or the aesthetic (have ohtani in charge of art direction and Uekawa on character design HOLY SHIT have you seen Balan Wonderworld?!) but right now I want to talk about the story and how to pick up the baton from that era of Sonic both in terms of tone and the actual narratives.

So, just getting this out of the way, Sonic is Dragonball. Sonic is Goku, Tails is Gohan/Bulma, Knuckles is Piccolo/Yamcha, Amy is...Chichi? Not sure, it’s not a perfect analogy. Shadow is Vegeta. Eggman is Frieza and of course, Gerald is Kid Buu. The Chaos Emeralds are Dragonballs, the Echidna tribes are Namekians, the Tornado is the flying nimbus, Chaos is Shenron, Tikal is Dende, you get it. Sonic turns into a fucking Super Saiyan.

Now, I said it was Dragonball, and it does map closest TO Dragonball, but really it’s more broad than that. Sonic the Hedgehog is a Shounen adventure/fighting anime. The classics are the Dragonball era, and the games up to Black Knight (the last game before Unleashed) are DragonballZ, with the greater focus on character and plot driven action and continuity than the more whimsical adventures of the classics (which also draw from DBZ, again, it’s not 1:1), all that maps, but really these are established archetypes from that genre that Sonic draws from. He’s Goku, sure, but he’s also Naruto, and Ichigo, and Luffy. He’s Tanjiro, and Gon, and he’s Eren. I could go on, and this applies to a lot of characters and their archetypes. I mean, Shadow and Sasuke/Byakuya/Killua/Levi. None of this is to say that these characters have the same personalities or are just copies of each other, they just fill certain archetypes that they use as a foundation to build a unique character (Shadow in particular has backtracked on this and become just...Vegeta...but that’s on Sega). 

Shounen Adventure/Fighting stories tend to have a pretty simple setup, with a long term conflict driving the cast forward broken up with shorter term conflicts that build up to it. They are NOT episodic and they build on each other. This is your Namek saga. Introduces your long term conflict in Frieza and the Namekian Dragonballs as well as your first short term conflicts in Zarbon and Dodoria, followed by the conflict with the Ginyu Force, followed by the final conflict with Frieza. There’s more to it, a LOT more but in the broadest possible sense, it’s how these stories tend to be structured. Raditz, then Nappa, then Vegeta.

So the thing is, Sonic has ALWAYS done this. ALWAYS. Because Eggman is the only boss in the older games so you’re constantly building to the final confrontation with him. There’s all the run ins with Knuckles leading up to the prophecy mural and Eggman’s betrayal. All the Chaos forms, Your fights with Shadow. Heroes even builds up to Metal Overlord like this (not as well but Heroes reuses all its assets and story beats, still rad as hell though).

And the thing is...we never get to confront Gerald Robotnik in or after SA2. He’s dead, sure, but still. There’s the implication that it’s Sonic, not Shadow who was the ultimate lifeform and the one that was sent to earth 50 years ago, that befriended Maria Robotnik and watched her die “Created...the ultimate lifeform...” “What’s the matter Sonic?” “...It’s nothing...” That’s a pretty big loose end that never gets tied up...

...And it’s exactly here that I would focus on for a new Adventure game. My Sonic Adventure Mania. See, Gerald may have died, but his ghost lives on. A failsafe prepared in the event of his death wherein a copy of his mind is uploaded to the control network of the ARK. Still hellbent on taking revenge on mankind and having watched quietly as Sonic and Shadow saved the world from destruction, even stopping the Ark from crashing to the planet below, Gerald sends out a virus, slowly, quietly infecting the world’s computer systems, preparing to use his foolish grandson works to take from THEM all that was taken from him. His Ultimate Lifeform, his project Shadow, may have been a failure, a TRAITOR to his Maria, but it is of no concern, for when all is said and done, they too will share her fate.

...and while I could go on and write this into a whole fanfiction, It’s not what I’m going for. Eggman’s machines act wonky, they notice something’s up, Metal Sonic, controlled by Gerald’s virus steals the Chaos Emeralds, Sonic and the gang go to Angel Island to use the Master Emerald to track Metal Sonic, a red orb (Tikal) and a blue orb (Maria) come out and lead Sonic and Co. to the Ark where Gerald reveals himself and his plan to Activate Eggman’s destroyed weapons to destroy the world, yadda yadda yadda, game happens, Maria reveals herself, Super form Battle happens, Sonic is defeated, Chaos Emeralds turn into Super Emeralds, Hyper Sonic battle happens, Hyper Sonic and Maria confront Gerald and she pleads with him to stop, to spare the planet she loves, he thinks he’s hallucinating, Sonic has had enough, dialogue, beat final boss, cutscene, chaos control the Ark into the sun, the Super Emeralds shatter and are scattered throughout space, Maria thanks Sonic as he warps to safety and collapses...on another planet, setting up the conflict and concept for the next game.

The point is, I’d have Sonic and Shadow confront Gerald about their pasts, and have them both decide to reject the path Gerald set out for them, Sonic deciding it doesn’t MATTER where he came from, only who he decides to be now, and Shadow fully accepting that he was built as a weapon for revenge and refusing to BE that, to forge his own path. Gerald reject his humanity, Eggman finds some of his (the selfish parts, and the very few selfless, remorse for what his grandfather became).

[leclucklerc]

Against the World Masterlist

Summary: A romance between a world class pop star and a world class baseball player that spans ever since their high school days.

Pairings: Shohei Ohtani x Reader

Table of contents

00. Prologue

[ficthots]

Burn Out-Shohei Ohtani

Requests: I’m dying for more dad shohei!!!!!! Please more dad shohei; Can you write about arguments with Shohei maybe due to cultural differences or anything in general. But can there be a happy ending?; imagine dad shohei angry!! Like maybe you were looking and your child got injured. Or maybe someone said something to or about your child! He would be SO DEFENSIVE

A/N: Hi everyone, I'm back! I'm sorry for my prolonged absence, but school is insane. I'm working on getting caught up on requests and I combined these three together for this one. It's so cute and I hope you guys enjoy. I'll open requests back up as soon as I'm able. Thanks guys!!

Word Count: 1.6k+

Being a parent was not an easy job. You never thought it was, but there were certain times where it was more difficult than it needed to be. You loved being a mom, it came to you like second nature at this point, but you and your husband, Shohei, had different ideas about raising your kids every once in a while. That was especially true when it came to sports.

You and Shohei had two beautiful children together and as they grew older and started to take on more, you were worried about putting too much pressure on them to overperform. Shohei had been coaching your son in baseball since before he could even walk and your son loved it, but he was also extremely bright and was in almost all AP courses at his school.

Your daughter had been in softball most of her life too, but given she was only in middle school you were worried about her getting burnt out too quickly like you could see happening with your son.

It was late one night and you and Shohei worked on cleaning the kitchen after a quick dinner before rushing the kids off to practice, getting them home and getting them another snack, having them finish their homework, and get off to bed at nearly midnight.

“I meant to tell you that Daphne’s coach came up to me at practice tonight,” Shohei said as he put the tupperware with leftovers into the fridge. “Oh yeah. About what?” You sighed as you loaded the dishwasher.

“He thinks that she’s gonna make varsity if she continues on this route. She’s performing two years above her age group. She’s doing so good. If we up her practice another day a week she’ll be golden. Colleges will be looking at her when she’s a freshman,” you could hear the excitement in his voice as he continued to go on about what needed to be done.

You cut him off, turning around and leaning on the counter as you spoke. “Babe. I think we need to take a second here and listen to what you’re saying,” you chuckled as he stopped wiping the counters down, facing you, brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Daphne is already practicing three times a week and doing conditioning another two days. That’s only giving her two days off a week, honey. If we up her practice another day she’ll have one day off a week,” he rolled his eyes, continuing back with his task as he stuffed a roll in his mouth before talking again.

“Kenzo is going six days a week and he’s fine,” your eyes bugged out at Shohei’s words. “What? What do you mean he’s going six days a week?” Shohei swore under his breath at the admission he just gave out. You crossed the kitchen towards him, standing directly in front of him.

“Shohei! Our kids are not machines! They need to rest. Kenzo is in five advanced courses and in a club at school and playing baseball every spare second he has. Have you seen how tired he’s been lately? I’m worried about him and I find out you’ve upped his play and training time to six days a week? What the hell are you thinking?” You didn’t realize that as you continued talking that your voice was rising and you were progressively getting angrier.

“So what are you saying? That I’m a horrible dad for having him do this? If he wants to go far with baseball like he says then this is what he has to do. This is what I did!” You rolled your eyes, looking up at your husband's towering figure. “Now you’re putting words in my mouth. I never said you were a bad parent. I understand that this is what you did, but our kids are not you and I will not put this much pressure on them. You need to take a step back and look at how your kids are handling this. Have you seen Daphne’s grades lately?”

He took a step back from you, running a hand through his hair, shaking his head at your question. “No,” was all he muttered out as you continued your speech. “She’s almost failing two courses. She has missing assignments in every single class. I watch her do her homework every night and she’s playing catch up in every class. We cannot up her another day. I wanted to talk to you and her about sitting out this next season to get her grades back up.”

His eyes went wide and he shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. “She is not skipping a season. Do you know what that’ll do to her game? I’ll talk to her about her school work. Her skipping is not an option. She loves the game,” before Shohei could continue you went to cut him off, but he held his hand up, stopping you.

“Okay, so I’ll be the bad guy in all this. I’m just the bad dad that doesn’t care about our kids,” you groaned, putting your head in your hands, but before you could respond Shohei went upstairs and closed the door to the guest room.

You two had hardly spoken to each other in a week. You moved around each other in silence and the kids could sense something was going on. You caught the glances they would throw at one another, asking if either of them knew what was going on, to which the other would shrug.

Neither you nor Shohei made an effort to speak to the other and when you got a call from Kenzo’s guidance counselor wanting to speak to you two, you knew it wasn’t going to be good. The drive to the school was silent and when you sat down in her office, she smiled making small talk before bringing up the topic.

“Has everything been okay at home with Kenzo? I know he has a lot on his plate right now with all his AP’s and baseball. Is he resting enough? Eating enough?” You sighed at the questions, Shohei growing irritated at the topic.

“He’s been staying up very late to get his homework done. He’s at practice from almost right after school to seven. We make sure he’s eating, but he’s constantly growing. Why? Is everything okay?” She nodded her head, listening to you before continuing.

“He’s been falling asleep in a couple of his classes. I don’t think he’s sleeping enough. I think maybe he should cut back on baseball one or two days a week. I know he goes to the optional practices and maybe he can sit one of those out a week,” you agreed, glancing over at your husband to see how upset he looked.

You thanked her on your way out, Shohei lacing his hand with yours on the way to the car, opening the door for you. When he stepped in, he covered his face with his hands and spoke to you for the first time in a week. “I’ve pushed him too much. He’s sleeping at school. What the hell’s wrong with me?”

You rubbed his back, taking one of his hands and kissing it. “No, baby. You want what’s best for them. Do you have any idea how much the kids love you? So many kids wish they had a dad like you. We just need to ease up on Kenzo a bit,” he sighed, taking your hands in his, bringing them to his lips.

“Daphne needs to skip this next season. Her grades need to come first,” he mumbled against your knuckles. You nodded your head and smiled at him. “We’ll talk to them tonight, okay?” He smiled, bringing you to him to kiss you.

After cutting Kenzo back to only four days a week he was feeling immensely better. Daphne understood why she needed to skip out on a season, she wasn’t happy about it, but agreed that once she got her grades up that she could play again.

You sat in the bleachers, Daphne leaning against you, Shohei on your other side, hands laced together, watching another game for Kenzo. At this school there weren't separate bleachers for the home and away teams so you sat mixed in with all the parents from both schools.

An idiot further up on the bleachers wouldn’t keep his mouth shut about his son and how he was playing every single day of the week. When your son's team would come up to bat, he was the first to start yelling bad things. Shohei was growing more and more irritated with the guy, talking with the other dads about their son’s when he said something about Kenzo.

“Look at this dope! Do you even play ball kid? I feel bad for the dad that has to watch their son play like this,” he started laughing, but before he could say anything else, Shohei stood up, walking up the bleachers to where the other dad sat.

He crouched down, getting to the man's level, speaking under his breath. You watched as his smile slowly fell as Shohei smiled at him, patting his knee and walking back to where you were sitting.

“What’d you say to him?” You eyed the man as he leaned back against the top of the bleachers, not uttering another peep for the remainder of the game. Shohei kissed your temple, shrugging as he turned his attention back to the game.

“No one says shit about my kids and gets away with it. We won’t be hearing from him for a while,” you smiled as Shohei winked at you, hand resting on your knee and Daphne laughed. You loved your family and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have Shohei by your side.

[ficthots]

Green Monster-Shohei Ohtani

Request: Can I request a Shohei imagine where you guys are pre-dating/early talking stages and he’s jealous but can’t be because you guys aren’t official

A/N: Here’s another cute Shohei request. I hope you enjoy it and requests are open! 

Word Count: 1.2k+

This was the worst part of dates. Standing awkwardly outside your front door because you didn’t want to invite the guy inside and that’s exactly what he was expecting. You cleared your throat, a tight lipped smile across your face as you tried to think of what to say to get him to get the clue that he wasn’t staying the night.

Luckily to your rescue was the neighbor right across the hall and someone who you thought was a great friend and who you admittedly had a bit of a crush on. Shohei was getting home from another game, a smirk across his face as you eyed him, praying that he would help you.

“Hi, I’m Shohei. Who are you?” The guy stood baffled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, your face burning at the contact. “Uh, I’m Jason. I was on a date with y/n tonight.” Shohei nodded his head and looked down at you, nodding towards his apartment.

“Do you want to watch a movie? I saw Disney plus has Luca.” You bit your laugh back and nodded your head. “Oh yeah, I’ve been dying to see that. Thanks for a fun night, Jack!” You tried to say it as enthusiastically as possible and he rolled his eyes, turning on his heel and heading for the elevator.

You and Shohei snickered as he unlocked his door, letting you go in first. “Another bad date?” You groaned, kicking your shoes off at the door and setting your jacket and purse on the entry table. “It’s like they’re the only ones interested in me. I haven’t been out on a good date in months.”

Shohei set his bag down in the hall closet and shrugged. “Let me take you out. It’ll be fun and I can show you what a fun date is supposed to be.” Your stomach flipped and butterflies erupted in you. “You want to take me out?” He smiled, opening his fridge and grabbing a protein shake.

“It’ll be fun. I promise.” You smiled and nodded your head. “Alright, deal.”

***

Shohei kept his promise and the next week he took you out. You had never been on a mini golf and arcade game date, but it was the most fun you had in a long time. Your sides ached from laughing as much as you had.

He wasn’t a small man by any means and watching him try to play mini golf was hilarious and yet he still kicked your ass at it. You two went out to dinner after at a small bar and had the best meal ever.

You sipped from your beer as you settled down from a story Shohei told you about his school days in Japan when he grabbed your hand that was resting on the table. Your face burned at the contact, but you let him do it.

When you got back to your apartments he stood outside the door with you and for the first time you didn’t feel awkward. “So, did I meet your expectations of a great date?” You nodded your head, grabbing your keys to unlock your door.

“I have to say Mr. Ohtani I am quite impressed at how much fun that was.” His smile grew and he kissed your forehead before he opened his door. “I’m glad. Have a good night.” He winked at you as he watched you step into your apartment, waiting for the door to close before he went into his own place.

You couldn’t stop smiling. That was one of the best dates you had in a long time and your feelings for Shohei only grew. But unfortunately, that excitement was short-lived. You waited two more weeks for Shohei to ask you out again and he never did.

You two didn’t stop flirting in the hall, but he never made another move. Your best friend continued to pressure you to go out with another guy she thought was perfect for you and after giving Shohei another week to ask you out again and he didn’t, you reluctantly agreed.

Maybe you misread the flirting for him just being friendly. He was the nicest and most polite man you had ever met and you might have interpreted the “date” wrong. He probably thought you two were just hanging out. How could you misread that? Of course that’s what he thought it was.

As another shitty date wrapped up and you stood awkwardly outside your door, waiting for the man to leave you saw your saving grace make his way down the hall. His smile never appeared though and he scooted past the two of you, quietly making his way to his door.

“Hi, Shohei!” You tried to call out to him, but he gave a silent head nod and made his way inside, closing the door behind him. You smiled nervously at the man who’s name you honestly couldn’t even remember before finding an excuse.

“I’m sorry, but he’s like my best friend and I think something’s wrong. I should probably check on him.” He smiled and offered you a good night before you turned on your heel and walked through Shohei’s door.

“What the hell was that? You always save me from that moment! What’s going on with you?” His back was still turned to you and he didn’t respond until you approached him. You grabbed his arm, turning him towards you. You had never seen happy go lucky Shohei in such a bad mood.

He narrowed his eyes at you as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why did you go out on another date?” You furrowed your brows confused at his question. “What?” He rolled his eyes and tried to walk past you, but you stopped him. “I thought we had a great time on our date and yet here you are with another guy.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile. “You’re jealous.” He nodded his head, placing his hands on the counter behind him. “Of course I am. I don’t want to see you go out with other guys.” You leaned back against the counter, eyeing him.

“Then why didn’t you ask me out again? I waited three weeks.” He groaned and ran his hand through his hair before laughing. “I should have, I’m sorry. We were gone on a road trip for over a week and then we got back and you didn’t seem interested anymore.”

You laughed, closing the distance between you two. “We should probably communicate better. Especially now since I know you have a green monster.” His brows furrowed. “Green monster? Like the one from Sesame Street?”

Your laughter boomed in his kitchen. “No, that’s Oscar the grouch. A green monster is another way to say someone is jealous.” He smiled and nodded his head. “I like that. I’m gonna use that.” He wrapped his arms around you, resting his forehead against your own.

“I really did have fun on our date and I want to know if you’d like to go out on another one tomorrow.” You shrugged, pulling away from him. “I’m not sure. I need to think about it.” You saw his face fall and immediately giggled at his reaction.

“I’m kidding! Of course we can go out again.” He grabbed your hand, pulling you back to him, before kissing you for the very first time, sending sparks shooting through your body.

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Tournament-Shohei Ohtani

Request: Something about Shohei, kids, pregnancy or dad Shohei.

A/N: Here’s another Shohei request! It’s a short little piece offering a little insight into parenthood with Shohei. I hope you enjoy! As always let me know what you think and requests are open! 

Word Count: 500+

If there was one thing you never expected to see yourself doing, it was sitting at a little league tournament on a Saturday morning watching your son play and your daughter strapped to your husband's chest.

This had become the norm in the Ohtani household on the weekends. You and Shohei had been together for nearly seven years with two kids to show for it. You loved him more than anything in the world and early on in your relationship you had both discussed the possibility of children way down the line. Nearly two years into your relationship you found out you were pregnant.

At the time you had just become engaged and knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Shohei, but to say you were scared about raising a child was an understatement. You felt frustrated when you saw your husband become a natural at being a father so early on in your pregnancy during parenting classes and when your son was finally born it seemed like he was born to be a dad. It took you a while longer than him to find the groove of parenting, but as soon as you figured it out it was like a part of you was missing this whole time.

Your son, Kenji, was a spitting image of his dad. He took to baseball faster than walking and as soon as he was able to enter into a little league, Shohei had him signed up. Now you find yourself sitting on the most uncomfortable bleachers known to man every weekend for tournaments.

Your son was now five and your daughter, Rei, was nearing her seven month mark. Shohei could never sit down during the games and you always found him pressed against the chain link fence. You always suggested coaching, but he didn’t want to put too much pressure on Ken even though he looked up to his dad and was always asking him for tips to improve his game.

Shohei stood in a small group of the other dads, chatting away about their sons and Shohei’s upcoming season, Rei babbling nonsense away from her holder on his chest. You had befriended a few of the moms and when you saw Ken approach the plate you got Shohei’s attention.

As politely as he could he stepped back from the group and closer to the fence, Rei reaching out to get her chubby hands wrapped around it. You clapped your hands, Shohei calling out support for your son.

Ken was playing in a group slightly above his age due to his size and skill so at this point the kids were starting to practice pitching. A pitch came his way and Ken wasted no time, slapping the ball out to right field and taking off for first base. Cheers erupted from the crowd at what turned out to be a double-play.

As the game came to an end and Ken’s team walked out victorious meaning you’d be back again tomorrow to do it all again, Shohei and Ken talked away about his game. You ruffled his hair and laughed at his excitement when you offered to go for ice cream and he enthusiastically agreed. Shohei strapped Rei into her seat before coming around to your side of the car to open your door.

With both kids in bed later that night, you curled up with him in the living room, you had never felt more content.

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Tutor- Shohei Ohtani

Request: I'd like to request something with Shohei! I've been in a friends-to-lovers kick lately, so maybe something along the lines of that? Thank you in advance!

A/N: Wow, this took awhile for me to get out. I apologize for the wait, but life was crazy for a bit! I hope you enjoy. Feel free to send in requests!

Word Count: 1.1k+

You wedged yourself into your usual seat, nachos in one hand, your diet coke in the other. You were almost completely alone way up where you were, but this was where you loved to be during games. You had the best view of the park and your view of the pitching mound wasn’t too shabby up there either.

You had barely made it in time, but your eyes scanned the entire field trying to find him. He was starting tonight and you knew he would be on the field stretching. When your eyes finally found their target, you felt your heart jump a bit. At that moment the announcer was going through the starting lineup for tonight's game and the crowd erupted in roars when his name was announced, clearly showing how much of a fan favorite he was.

Shohei sauntered over to the pitching mound not long after, your eyes never leaving the figure. You had been giving Shohei English lessons as a way to pick up extra cash while you were in school. You had been giving him the lessons for well over six months which you were shocked about to begin with. He spoke almost fluent English, but he was extremely nervous that he would make a mistake in interviews and wanted to perfect the language before he went along without his interpreter.

You didn’t mind. He was so sweet and funny to work with. In fact, he was the sweetest man you had ever met. During one of the first games you had ever attended, he struck out the batter and went up to him apologizing about it. You could always find him chatting with fans, messing around with teammates, or picking up trash he would find in the dugout or by the sidelines. Which made it even more complicated that you were sleeping with him too.

You had fallen for him. There was no other way to sugar coat it or describe it. He had you wrapped around his finger completely and you adored being around him. Almost every lesson ended with you in his bed and it broke your heart a little when you had to leave each night.

Was it totally appropriate to have a crush on who is technically your student? Not necessarily, but you couldn’t help it. He drew you in and made you feel welcomed and comfortable and beautiful. He just had a way about him.

The sixth inning was winding to a close and the Angels had a huge lead over the Astros. Honestly, you weren’t even paying that much attention to the game when Shohei wasn’t on the mound. You were scanning the crowd, seeing all the families at the game, all the little kids wearing Ohtani jersey’s brought a smile to your face. Your gaze swept over the dugout and spotted Shohei looking around the park before he immediately looked towards your section. You didn’t think he would see you, but you waved, laughing at his arm matching yours.

Not even seconds later you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. When you retrieved it you saw a message from him and you couldn’t fight the smile that was etching across your face.

Shohei: Make sure you come to the tunnel after the game. I’ll tell them you’re coming :)

You quickly responded saying that you’d meet him down there. The rest of the game dragged as your knee never stopped bouncing, your fingers playing with the hem of the jersey Shohei had gotten you for your first game. As the game finally ended you knew to wait a bit before heading down since he would be showering.

When you finally headed down, you saw him in the tunnel meeting with some fans, signing jersey’s, balls, mits, and taking pictures. You smiled as you leaned against the wall, waiting for him to finish. He wrapped up with the group and his eyes met yours, a huge smile breaking out across his features.

“Hey superstar. Great game tonight.” You couldn’t get another word out before his towering figure engulfed yours in a bone crushing hug, pulling you off your feet. Your arms wrapped around him, laughter echoing off the walls and his wet hair dripped onto your neck.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming tonight. Brandon said it looked like someone was in your seat so I had to see.” Your face burned as he set you back down as you frantically tried to smooth your hair back down from the mess he had made when he picked you up. “It was a last minute decision, I hope you don’t mind.”

He shook his head, his smile never leaving as he took your hand in his, leading you back to the locker room. Your eyes widened at the gesture and you started to slow down when you saw where he was taking you. “Shohei! I can’t go in there.” He laughed and tugged you with him. “Everyone else left already. I just need to grab my stuff and we can go. Are you hungry?”

You nodded your head as you looked around the new room you were in. You hadn’t been in here before and he smiled seeing your eyes wander. “Do you want a tour?” You nodded your head as he took your hand and led you around the club. You laughed as he made up names for items he didn’t know how to identify in English before you told him what they were.

When you came back to the main room you saw his stall and smiled. “So this is yours right?” He leaned against the wall, fixing his t-shirt as he watched you sit in his stall, nodding his head at your question. You saw his jersey hanging and you slipped yours off along with the white tank top underneath before you slipped his off the hanger and pulled it on.

His eyes never left you as he watched you turn around to face him, his smile never leaving his face. “What do you think?” He walked over to you, fingers slipping into your belt loops and pulling you towards him. “I think it looks better on you than me.” His lips met yours and you melted into him.

You turned you both around so he would sit in the stall before you climbed on top of him, completely straddling his lap as his lips met your neck. His warm hands met your torso and he mumbled into your skin as he worked quickly on your jeans. “We have to hurry. Think you can be quiet?”

You bit back a smile, lightly moaning as he bit down on your collarbone. “Oh I’m not the problem here Mr. Ohtani.” He pinched your sides as you squealed and laughed while he chuckled into your neck before getting right back to business.

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Spooky Season- Shohei Ohtani

Request: Can I send in a request for a friends to lovers fic but more on fluff for Shohei? & Please write more about shohei, any situation or concept you like

A/N: Hi everyone! I combined these two asks and created this cute lil Shohei fic.  Spooky season is upon us and I for one love this time of year and thought he would fit this idea perfectly. I hope you guys enjoy and feel free to send in requests! 

Word Count: 1k+

It was your favorite time of year and you didn’t care how basic you looked to others. Spooky season was upon the world once again  and it made your heart soar. You and your boyfriend, Shohei, hadn’t been together during last year at this time and you were more than excited to throw him into the season.

“I just don’t understand the excitement. It’s pumpkins and orange everything. I like pumpkin pie, but that’s it.” You shook your head, slipping your candy corn colored cardigan over your black shirt. Did you need to be wearing this in Southern California in September? Absolutely not and you would probably get heat stroke in a couple hours, but it was worth it.

“This year I’m gonna show you everything there is to love about the spooky season. Shopping for decorations, pumpkin spice lattes that you’ll love because it’s basically pumpkin pie in a cup, pumpkin picking, scary movies. You’ll fall in love with it I promise.” He rolled his eyes, slipping his abnormally large feet into his shoes before following you out the door.

“Where do we go first?” You smirked up at him, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the car. “Starbucks and then T.J. Maxx.”

***

Shohei got a kick out of all the decorations and tried to play off how excited he really was about all the stuff you guys bought. When you got home, huge bags from all the stores you visited throughout the day in tow, he was quick to start taking them out and placing items all around.

You couldn’t hold in the laugh that escaped you while you watched him send pictures of the things he bought in his groupchat with his teammates. He was extremely jittery from the three PSL’s he indulged in and you couldn’t get him to sit still.

When you finished decorating the house you plopped onto the couch with him, one of his large arms slumped over his eyes. You pecked his exposed lips and pulled the arm from his face. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” He groaned, flipping onto his side, pulling you into his frame while doing so and attacking your neck with kisses.

“Thanks to that pumpkin pie drink I have a headache now. This is why I don’t drink caffeine like that.” You squealed as he tickled your sides, trying to catch your breath while you felt his chest trembling from laughing behind you. “Well if you hadn’t drunk three of them it wouldn’t have been a problem.”

He moved again, pinning you beneath him as he continued tickling your sides, lips finally connecting with yours as you let a sigh escape your lips. “What’s next for the spooky season?”

***

You guys didn’t do a whole lot more for the season other than the occasional scary movie and halloween themed treats, but the holiday was finally tomorrow and you brought the pumpkins you and Shohei bought together inside to carve them.

His eyebrows furrowed while he looked at the large orange sphere sitting in front of him. You handed him a knife and his eyes went wide. “You want me to do what?” You rolled your eyes, rolling your sleeves up while you used your knife to carve a whole in the bottom of the pumpkin.

He watched you curiously as you did this and then reached your hand inside and grabbed a fistful of pumpkin guts. He gagged at the smell and moved away from the table while you laughed, dropping the handful of slime into the trash bag you taped to the table.

“It’s fun baby I promise, come on.” You continued to pull the guts out while Shohei began to work on his. When he grabbed his first fistful of pumpkin insides he did something between a gag and laugh. “Why does it feel like this?”

You giggled, scraping the inside of your pumpkin. “I don’t know, but you need to get it totally clean and scrape down one side really thin so it’s easy to carve.” He watched you, eyes full of enjoyment and love watching you sign along to Monster Mash playing through the speaker in the kitchen.

You could easily see how serious Shohei was taking this task, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, tongue darted out just a little from his lips, a light bead of sweat across his forehead, he looked adorable. You hated to ruin this moment he had going, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Using your free hand you grabbed a handful of pumpkin guts that you had left on the table as nonchalantly as possible before you threw it in his general direction. You bursted out laughing when you turned towards him and saw the spattering of guts all across his face, neck, and chest. He looked shocked before he reached into the trash bag and grabbed a large pile and threw it back at you.

You should’ve taken this into more consideration given his hands were twice your size and he was a professional baseball player, particularly a pitcher. You screamed as the cold slime hit your face and hair. Before you knew it there was a war going on and the house wreaked of pumpkin insides and were scattered everywhere.

Your laughs subsided into giggles as you called a truce, stepping out from your hiding place behind the kitchen island. Shohei came out from the hallway, grabbing your face with his hands and connecting your lips. “Let’s go clean up and then we’ll get the house cleaned, okay?” You nodded your head and followed him into the bathroom.

Somehow miraculously you two got the house cleaned up and got your pumpkins carved and placed outside, candles lit inside to illuminate the chosen designs. He chose something simpler, given it was his first time, and an adorable ghost adorned the front of his pumpkin. You went with something that had a bit more detail and saw Oogie Boogie on the front of yours.

His lips found your head, arms wrapping around your waist as you both looked at the front door. “I think I really love the spooky season.” You giggled and turned in his arms as he smiled down at you and lightly kissed you. “I’m glad because we need to go try on our costumes.”

He groaned as he watched you run inside, but he couldn’t bite back the smile that graced his lips as he followed you back into the house, completely in love with you.