only one guy in the server said thanks when i gave out gifts

mjmaxs  asked:

Can I get a scenario where iwa's smoll and quiet 5 year old cousin comes to the spring high playoffs to watch, dispite the fact that it was her birthday. And so after they lose, iwa takes her with along with the other third years to go get ramen?

// lmao the ramen part reminds me of naruto, i miss writing for iwa. it’s def been a while

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Silence. It made her skin crawl. The abrupt sound of deafening cheers roared across the gymnasium making her body jolt. Her small hands gripped the railing as she stared intently at the back of Iwaizumi’s head. She knew how much he was hurting, how much it was tearing him apart.

His body shook with an intensity that made her chest feel heavy with guilt; the hankering of celebration right around the corner seemed to dismiss itself from her. She jumped off the ledge and made her way toward the entrance and sat at a nearby bench. Her legs dangled as she zoned out on the tiled floor, remembering how how his fists clenched and how his masculine body quivered.

It seemed to be engraved into her memory now, her hand clutched over her heart as she exhaled.

“[name]-chan, happy birthday!!” A familiar voice resonated. She turned her head to face her older cousin’s slightly flamboyant best friend, Oikawa Tooru.

“Tooru-chan!!” She exclaimed, holding her arms out.

His chestnut hair bounced as he waved to her and a small smile etched across her lips as he lifted her small form into his arms, spinning her around. Giggles bubbled from her throat as she hugged him. Though he seemed to lift her mood, she couldn’t understand why he’d been so happy.

“You’re an idiot.” Iwaizumi grumbled, placing a hand on her head and ruffling her hair. “Happy Birthday.” Although his tone was a bit gruff, his expression on his face told her that he was happy to see her. She stretched her arm out to conjoin her favorite cousin into her hug, her iron grip never failed to impress.

“Thanks.” She grinned, holding onto them tightly.

“Good to see ya again, kid.” He pinched her cheeks and she whined, trying to pull away from him and buried her face into neck.

“[name]-chan likes me best, Iwa-chan.” Tooru teased, sticking his tongue out like a child.

“Shut up! I’m her favorite cousin, isn’t that right [name]-chan?”She giggled at she peeked at the both of them bantering at each other. Her lips forming into an ‘o’ as she waved to the approaching towering third-years.

“Hana-kun! Matsu-kun!” She practically jumped right out of Oikawa’s and into the outstretched arms of Hanamaki and Matsukawa.

“Long time no see, kiddo.” Hanamaki mused, poking her side and she squealed.

“Isn’t today your birthday, [name]-chan?” Matsukawa asked. She nodded excitedly. “Oh that’s right,” Hanamaki added, bouncing his fist to his palm, feigning acknowledge meant to her birthday. “You turn 5 today!”

You nodded excitedly and they chuckled only stopping when they saw Oikawa and Iwaizumi approach, but their lazy smirks remained.

“Alright, [name]-chan, let’s go get that special ramen that you love.” Iwaizumi announced, holding out his hand. She couldn’t help but jump for joy as she took his hand and let him lead the way to a fun night out.

- - -

“Would you stop holding her hand! People will start to think things!” Iwaizumi growled as they made their way into the restaurant. Matsukawa and Hanamaki snickered as they held the double doors open.

“Oh c’mon, Iwa-chan, you know you’re just my type.” Oikawa teased, sending a wink to his best friend. He made a low grumbling noise as he looked ahead and searching for seats, but Hanamaki beat him to it and they all settled down in a booth by the window. She was nestled in right in between Oikawa and Iwaizumi and soon enough they placed their orders and the waiter shortly returned with drinks. [Name]’s hands planted under her chin, sipping her lemonade as she examined all the players weary faces with ample eyes.

“It’s okay to be sad.” She voice softly. All eyes on her, bewildered as she played with the straw in her glass and then back to all of them. “We all feel sad after losing, but that only means we can get better, right?”

Iwaizumi choked on his water and slowly set the cup down on the table as he wrapped an arm around his little cousin. Maybe she understood more than he had thought. “You’re right, [Name]. There’s always room for improvement and we’d do anything to keep that cute smile on your face.” He replied gently. Now the third years were really in awe. Nobody had ever seen the softer side of Iwaizumi Hajime.

Oikawa cleared his throat. “R-right,” He began, a grin now on his face, feeling himself brim with confidence. “Even if our high school years are over we have our college years to look forward to.”

Everyone hummed and nodded in acknowledgement to his words. A large hand on her head made her bob forward a bit as she flickered her eyes to her older cousin. “So don’t you worry about us.”

A rare, genuine smile graced his lips and his eyes sparkled in the way she had admired the most.

“Here are your orders!~”

Plates and bowls were passed out and they blessed their food before digging right in. Hours passed as they ate and chatted about future plans, childhood memories, and joked endlessly. “Happy Birthday” was sung in low baritones and gifts were passed and opened. It finally came time to leave though the restaurant was more packed then ever. Each of her hands were tugged along by the setter and ace but they came to a stop as the crowd didn’t seem to disperse.

“It sure is packed.” Hanamaki commented.

“Out of all times…” Matsukawa added with a sigh. [Name]’s eyes drooped and her body swayed to lean up against Iwaizumi. Oikawa crouched to her level, brush a loose strand of hair from her face and pinched her soft cheek.

“Don’t fall asleep on us just yet, [Name]-chan.” He whispered, a sweet smile on his face as Iwaizumi watched the both of them with kind, observant eyes. Unbeknownst to them, the three of them were turning some heads.

Iwaizumi encircled her arms around his waist as he lifted her and her head came to rest on his broad shoulder. The crowd dwindled and they were finally able to make their way to the entrance doors, though another thing seemed to stop them.

“Have a good night.” One of the servers bowed. They all bowed in acknowledgement and thanked them, but the harsh whispering of another server caught their attention. “You didn’t ask them?!”

“No, leave them be!” The other protested. This seemed to raise the eyebrows of the four third-years. The other waitress ignored them and smiled kindly, hands clasped in front of her as she spoke.

“The whole staff had been complimenting on what a beautiful family you three were.” She finally said. Hanamaki and Matsukawa bit their lips in an attempt to muffle their mirths of joy as Oikawa and Iwaizumi exchanged looks before looking at the waitress. “We also would love to give you guys a meal on the house the next time you guys come in to visit.”

“We’re not a cou–” Iwaizumi began but Oikawa covered his mouth before he finished. A wide grin on his face   he muffled his best friend’s words.

“We look forward to it!” He cheered. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he glanced over at Iwaizumi. “Isn’t that right Hajime.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes broadened as he felt warmth rush to his face and immediately turned away making way for the doors and the other two third years followed trying their best not to cave in front of the servers.

“Have a good night!” Oikawa waved on his way out. Hanamaki’s and Matsukawa’s laughter could be heard from miles away as they echoed into the night, wandering eyes on the wild pair as Iwaizumi scolded them for being so boisterous.

“Oh, c’mon, Iwa-chan. Married life with me can’t be that bad.” He teased. The ace gave him a glare so icy it sent the setter shivering.

“You’re lucky I have [Name] in my arms or you’d be an ass kick away from unconsciousness.” He threatened as he settled name between Matsukawa and Hanamaki. She couldn’t help but smile as she heard their voices quietly bantering like an old couple, soon sounding far away as they drove into night.

DSM does Dave & Buster’s

“I’m sorry, but I have to give the gift card to Das Sound Machine,” the host of the riff-off says apologetically to the Bellas.

Das Sound Machine decides to be civil, and invite the Bellas to join them the following day. To be fair, they are pretty good, for losers that is.

“So, tiny maus, how would your group of Bellas like to join us tomorrow at this Buster and Dave’s,” Kommissar asks Beca.

“Y… y…. yeah,” Beca stammers out, trying to keep her cool even though Kommissar jumbles up her brain. “We’re gonna kick your ass,” Beca exclaims, hoping to sound more confident than she was.

“I suppose I should give you my number then tiny maus,” Kommissar says seductively as she reaches into Beca’s pocket to steal her phone and put her number in. “I’ll see you tomorrow then tiny maus,” Kommissar whispers in Beca’s ear as she puts the phone back in Beca’s pocket, and then saunters off.

What the hell just happened, and why am I so turned on?  Beca thought to herself while taking her phone out to see what Kommissar had done to her phone. She put her name as scissors. What could that mea- oooohhhh.


The Next Day
*phone rings*

“Who the fuck is calling at this time,” Beca bitches, as she checks her phone. Fuck. Beca fixes her hair right before she answers, as if the person the other line can see her currently. Before Beca can say anything when she picks up the phone, the other person starts talking. 

“Tiny Maus, did I wake you? It is noon after all,” that damn German goddess states.

“You did actually. I was having a really good dream too,” Beca says knowing that she can’t hide her yawn.

“I hope that dream was about me,” Kommissar states coyly. “Anyways, meet us at the Buster and Dave’s at 2. Don’t be late.” Before Beca could say anything, Kommissar had already hung up.

Why does she frustrate me so much? Beca thought to herself. “Girls, get ready. We’re going to Dave & Buster’s. We need to be there at exactly at 2. That means 2 hours girls. Let’s get moving,” Beca screams through the house.



“Beca, do you know where they are,” Chloe asks. Just then they hear yelling coming from somewhere in the building. “That must be them,” Chloe jokes.

“Come on, might as well help them out,” Beca states, leading the group into what feels like their death.

“Why can’t I buy these with the gift card? It has $42,000 on it. What are we supposed to do with it,” Kommissar is yelling at the poor girl back in store area where you collect their prizes.

“I’m sorry miss, but you have to use the gift card towards getting a game card, or food, not for buying prizes,” the employee says, scared out of her mind.

“And where do you-”

“Hi DSM, why don’t we help you guys with the games,” Beca steps in before Kommissar steps on the poor girl.

“Tiny Maus, that would be a good idea,” Kommissar thanks Beca, as their 2 groups make their way to where they came in to get game cards. “Now what do we do?”

“Excuse me,” Beca asks a server, “Is there anyway we can get $2,000 on 21 game cards?”

“Are you serious? Why are you spending that much here,” the server asks with a look of shock on his face.

“They won a $42,000 gift card here. Can you just do this so that they will stop scaring all the employees,” Beca practically begs the man.

“I suppose I have no choice. I’ll be right back,” the server leaves. He comes back 10 minutes later with a stack of 21 game cards ready to be used. “Here you all are. Have fun.”

“Thank you,” Beca says to him as she hands out the cards to everyone. “Let’s break up, and start playing,” Beca yells over the extremely loud music.

“Tiny Maus, will you play games with me? I would like some competition,” Kommissar says to her.

“You just want to get help on the games,” Beca says flirtatiously, hoping that she’s not wrong.

“You caught on quite quickly maus. Perhaps you are worthy to play against me,” Kommissar says cheekily.

“Ow,” someone yells, and it catches Beca’s attention. Turns out Fat Amy has found Jumpin’ Jackpot. Apparently it’s a jump rope game. Turns out she is not wearing the proper bra for it. Her boobs keeping slapping her in the face. Beca can’t help, but laugh at Amy constantly rubbing her face from the constant impact.

“Amy, why don’t you just stop playing on that one if you keep getting hurt,” Beca yells over to her.

“Beca, you don’t understand,” she yells back, completely out of breath, “I’ve won like 10 tickets so far! That’s like $10 right there!”
Beca can’t help but laugh at the fact that it is in no way how things work here.

“Tiny maus, you should focus on the basketball game. You’re going to need all the help you can get to beat me. Would you like a stool for an even playing field,” Kommissar jokes to Beca, hoping to get her attention.

“You are so on!”

30 minutes and 15 rounds later, Kommissar had accumulated at least 500 tickets, and Beca with a lousy 100. “No need for pouting maus, you put a good game, but I have height on you.” Just then Pieter came by them complaining that the machine wasn’t spitting out tickets.

“Just go talk to the people back where you get prizes. They’ll know what to do,” Beca tells him calmly, hoping he doesn’t go off on her for not really helping him.

Pieter walked off to talk to one of the employees. “What game is it that’s not working, so I can get a game tech to help you with it,” the employee asks with pep in her voice.

“Zat, uhhhhhh, the roller coaster game. I tried all of the different settings, and no tickets came out,” Pieter says her, clearly getting agitated at the fact that he didn’t get his tickets right away.

“I’m so sorry sir, but that game doesn’t give out tickets. It’s a -” she was cutoff by Pieter yelling.

“Vat do you mean I don’t get tickets? I spent a lot of money on that game! Now I demand my tickets,” he’s yelling at her. Every second his accent is getting thicker and thicker.

“I’ll be right back, I should probably keep him from killing her,” Beca says to Kommissar, only to realize that she had the same idea. They both make their way over to the desk. Kommissar says something to Pieter in German that Beca can somewhat make out. She must be trying to calm him down. It seems to be working at least. “I’m sorry. They’ve never been here before. They’re visiting from Germany. Try not to be too afraid of them. I’ll try to keep my eye on them too,” she says to the girl. Beca didn’t want the girl to start crying.

“So, shall we play more,” Kommissar asks Beca, with a hint of a smile on her face. She can’t help it. The feisty brunette is growing on her, and quickly too.

“You’re on ba-” Beca catches herself before completely embarrassing herself.

Given that it was a Saturday, and that their group had a lot of tickets, and people, the managers gave them an extra hour for getting the last of the tickets and get their prizes. They had been there 10 hours, but it didn’t seem that long. All the other guests had cleared out. Mostly scared of the Germans constantly cursing and kicking the machines when it didn’t go their way. Plus, after 11pm, it was 21+ and most of the people there were families. Their group would occasionally bring their tickets to get counted, and were shocked to see that they actually got weighed to determine the amount. They were shocked again to see that they got shredded after that.

“Okay guys, let’s get rid of these tickets, and pick out our prizes,” Beca tells the group enthusiastically, getting a smile out of Kommissar.

 The group collectively had about 1 million tickets. They bought almost everything. At least one thing of each.

“I would like that giant white bear up there please,” Kommissar said quietly to the girl, hoping to not draw anyone’s attention. “Please, be discrete. I want it to be a surprise.” The girl rings her up.

“I’ll be right back,” she tells her manager who is helping her back there. She returns a few moments later with a giant white bear. Before she could bring it any further, Kommissar had taken it right out of her hands, and hid it. Little did she know, the person the bear was for, was also getting her something too.

“Does everyone have everything,” Beca asks everyone before they leave.

“Actually, Beca,” Beca stops breathing when her name is spoken in the perfect German accent, “you don’t have everything. Follow me please.” She does as requested, hiding her bag behind her. “I won you this bear. I realize that it’s your size and all, but I thought it would be a way of remembering me after World’s,” Kommissar was almost in a whisper by the end. She couldn’t be rejected by her feisty maus.

“We think alike because,” Beca pulls out her bag, “I got you this hamster. It’s the closest I could get to a mouse. I wanted you to remember me too,” She said with the same tone as Kommissar had.

“I… I don’t know what to say feisty maus. This is so sweet,” Kommissar says looking Beca directly in the eyes. She tried to discretely look at Beca’s lips. Beca didn’t notice, but someone did because all of a sudden someone started yelling, “kiss her.” They both looked back to see that it was actually Pieter who yelled it.

With the biggest smile Kommissar could manage, she reached for Beca, practically picking her up, and kissing her passionately in front of their teams.
After they broke apart, and Kommissar put her down, all Beca could manage was, “you taste like cinnamon.”

A Father’s Approval

A/N: I had one scene from Clannad in my head for this but it didn’t come out that way at all lmao. [ x ]
Pairing: NaruHina



Naruto checked himself out in the mirror of his bedroom for the hundredth time that evening. He combed his hair right, then left and every which way only to leave it back to how it usually is. It wasn’t every day you met the father of the girl you were dating and he had to look perfect. First impressions are key after all; he can’t fuck this up.


His legs felt like lead as he made his way to the Hyuuga compound, heart beating a million beats a minute. He didn’t even notice as villagers greeted him, his mind too busy with worries about the meeting. What if Hiashi didn’t like him? What if he disapproved of his relationship with Hinata? Would he have to stop seeing her if that were the case?

Naruto was absolutely terrified. He loved Hinata and he made a promise to himself that he’d never let her go. Never let her out of his sight. He never wanted someone’s approval so bad.

All his worries left him, however, when he saw a glimpse of Hinata down the road. A boy about the age of nine handed her a flower and she smiled gently accepting the gift. It was a dandelion but she put it in her hair thanking the boy and his heart fluttered. Just seeing her was able to calm him and he thought to himself that everything would be fine as long as she was there.

She must have noticed that someone was staring at her because she looked up and faced in his direction immediately, a light blush gracing her cheeks and she smiled just a bit wider when she noticed it was him.

He lifted his hand as if to wave and she did as well. His heart clenched. 

Yes, everything was going to be okay.

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