hello to whoever reads this! I’ve never really written before, but i had this in my notes for sooo long and i just wanted to share it!! This is part one of this fic, Twilights POV. I don’t have a name for it yet LOL, sooo suggestions will get taken! I will make a part 2 (ofc for sunsets pov) and it’s HEAVILYYY inspired by the friendship games movie. Enjoy!
People typically described Twilight as quiet, reserved, odd. No one ever really talked to her. Not unless if it was for homework or class assignments. Twilight knew this. She knew nobody liked her, everyone seemed to have this bit of hatred towards Twilight. They hated her boring straight hair. They hated how professionally she dressed with her stupid skirts and sweaters. They hated her name brand shoes and clothing. They really did hate Twilight Sparkle. Did she care? She just tries to get through the day. She can’t control the opinions of others, and she for sure can’t change herself. Twilight always knew she was different.. in some ways. But the way she is and hows she’s perceived to others is not important. She works hard on her studies, focuses on her future and how to excel in everything. Spending most of her time in her lab, with her adorable companion Spike, she never kept up with the outside world, school related news was usually sent to her from the dean herself. But today was different. Twilight was tinkering with some object in her lab, the light sound of jazz music in the background with Spike napping in her lap. The door suddenly opened, entering was a tall thin lady, light pink skin with streaked colored hair of pink, purple, and blonde. She gave a warm smile to Twilight, the purple skinned girl quickly got up from her seat and rushed over to give the familiar face a hug.
“Cadence! What are you doing here?”
Twilight exclaimed.
“Hey there Twi,”
The pink lady chuckled
“I decided to visit the school and see how much changed since I graduated. I also really missed my future sister in law.”
Cadence teased as she ruffled with Twilights hair.
“But I also have some other set of news.”
Cadence said on a more serious note, handing a letter over to Twilight. She stepped back from the hug, grabbing the envelope and ripping it open. It was a letter straight from the school district.
Dear Twilight Sparkle,
Your excellence will not go unseen. We are glad to inform you that you have been chosen to be one of our competitors in the newly made S.T.A.R.S program (Student Technology and Academic Research Series) This program consists of series of competitions between Crystal Prep and Canterlot high. We hope it will showcase the academics and skills of students by putting them through tests and training. Think of it as the friendship games, except all the games include what you have learned throughout the school year. Twilight, we hope you accept this invitation with sincerity. We are excited to see how this new program will succeed!
Thank you,
The Canterlot District
“Ms. Cinch and Principal Celestial are already planning for the first competition to be held this Friday. I guess this new program is another excuse for why i’m here, since I will be judging.”
Twilight stood there for a few seconds in silence. Her hands becoming tense, almost crinkling the paper. Twilight didn’t socialize, that’s wasn’t her thing. And meeting people from other schools? Honestly, she thought it was a waste of time. Most importantly, she was just terrified at the thought of talking with other people. She knows Ms. Cinch already put a high amount of pressure on her, she’s afraid of the possibility of messing up.
“Can I decline?”
Cadences smile faltered, just for a second. She knew Twilight would react like this. But she also knows how smart and unique she is.
“Twilight.. give it a chance. Not only would it look good on your record, but maybe.. just maybe you’ll be able to make friends? People who actually understand you.”
They stood in silence until Twilight finally spoke.
“Okay, fine. I’ll do it. I’ll give this a chance.”
Cadence pulled Twilight for a tight hug, Twilight returning the action.
“The theme of the first competition will be revealed on Thursday, then of course that Friday we will all meet. But i’ll go more into the details with you later. Oh Twi, I am so excited!!”
All Twilight gave her was a small smile. As Cadence left, she melted into her chair petting her dog Spike for some comfort.
“What am i getting myself into?”
She thought to herself. There was many preparations to do before the competition. But she wanted to do some background research from Canterlot high.
She opened her laptop and typed in the school, going into a rabbit hole of all their accomplishments and achievements. She wondered who would be the students chosen from their school. Something then caught her eye, a section from the school website titled “Friendship Games”.
The last Friendship Games that was held, Twilight did not attend. She was at an abroad program, learning with other students from different countries with great professors. She never wanted to participate in these games either way, but curiosity got the best of her.
She clicked on the tab from the website, then opening an article of how much Canterlot High had improved in the friendship games. Pictures were also included of students actively participating in the events. There was this one cycle event, by the looks of it, maybe a race. Someone in particular caught her eye, for a bit too long. Red fiery hair flowing through the wind, fine buttery skin stained with mud, and a determined look on the pretty girls face. Twilight quickly exited the website before her mind could say any more stupid things. She packed her bags and Spike so she could go home and relax until the first competition. She put her earphones in and the song Lone (instrumental) - by Tyler the Creator started playing.
Her walks weren’t that far from school. Usually she would take the bus, but she had no extra cash today. Twilight liked to stay humble. Sure she had a well known, lavish family but she didn’t like to flaunt her money. Her house was huge. Two story victorian style home, said to be passed down from her great grandpa. The house always gave her the creeps, though she never said anything. The house was dark brown with dark gray shutters. There was a huge grandfather tree that usually covered the home with leaves. There were no cars in sight, of course, her parents were working late again. The servants were usually the ones to start dinner, Twilight would eat alone in the dining room. Never in her room. She was always taught each room had its own use. Things in her home were orderly and organized, nothing ever out of place. This family is never out of place, they were.. perfect.
As she finished up her dinner, she went up to her room to continue her homework. She couldn’t stop thinking about the competition, and to her surprise, she started to feel a bit excited.
hi! can i request minato fall for naruto kindergarten teacher please? thank you 😁
Ma'am: A Possible New Mom? Minato x KindergartenTeacher!Reader
My actual first request! Hope I did it justice! Thank you honey for the request. I wrote some sort of mixed AU so I hope you don't mind.
A/N: This took a lot of time because I have a lot of tests every month. Also i threw up a week ago and was somewhat sick. Then I lost the two drafts and was so irritated with ms word but somehow I managed to write again. So a lot of blood, sweat and tears went into this. Please shower it with love if you even read this awful Author’s note.
Positive A/N: I did like how it turned out tho, the ending is too cute and you won't know what to expect as I didn't either. I genuinely hope you have fun reading this piece.
Word count: 3K
Your POV
“It must be fun to play with the kids all day."
People who think that are the biggest fools on the planet in the universe.
You were picking up the various toys scattered throughout the main classroom, sorting them category wise while the kids took a nap. Most of them anyways.
A few babies had insane amount of energies that they refused to sleep whatsoever. But it wasn't as big a problem as people think it is. All kids have different strengths, a variety of ways to function and unique physiology. You knew if a kid was not tired, forcing him or her to doze off isn't healthy.
Just let the kids be.
So that explains why Naruto was alongside you helping you to collect the sponge shurikens scattered around while you put away the stuffed ninkens on the high shelf. Usually Kiba and Rock Lee would be awake as well, and this trio would play in the hall until their limbs gave out but today even they slept after tiring poor Akamaru out for weird challenges.
“Ma’am, I almost forgot! I want to show you something! Come with me!” Naruto suddenly grabbed your hand leaving his task in the midst and urging you to leave yours too. You looked at him puzzled but giggled at his enthusiasm nonetheless, sometimes kids were too darn cute. You loved the ways kids’ eyes lit up, so optimistic and happy and hopeful until the world snatched it all away. You wanted to preserve this for as long as could.
He took you to the room where the kids kept their small backpacks filled with their favourite articles that they thought were absolutely necessary to take everywhere.
No Neji, you don’t need to have three combs for the care of your luscious hair every possible instant.
Naruto generally brought a lot of snacks which you had to retain sometimes so that he would eat healthy but it became even harder to do so when all he wanted was for Sasuke to taste the tomatoey flavour ‘these’ chips had and gift Rock Lee the curry flavour. That boy had a heart of gold.
He pulled the zipper of his orange backpack open, and took out a stuffed fox.
“Ma’am meet Kurama! I told him all about you and he wanted to meet you!” He held Kurama up while you were gently petting the plushie’s head, he was so excited to see your happiness to meet his esteemed companion.
These kids and their imaginations! You loved every ounce of it!
“Hello Mr. Kurama!” You didn’t feign excitement, you actually were. You loved kids and their creativity and wouldn’t trade it for anything.
“He’s my best friend! Don’t tell anyone else though! Others might get sad.”
You did an action of zipping your lips, “Your secret is safe with me, sweetie.”
“Look! I also drew something!” He hastily handed you Kurama and proceeded to take out his yellow sketchbook. He kept turning pages filled with rainbows of colours morphing into one another that made some sense in his cute, little head and finally reached his desired page. He pulled your dress with his little chubby hands, an action he often did when he wanted you to sit beside him. You kneeled down, his plushie settled in your lap now as you waited for him to go ahead.
He handed you his open sketchbook where there were three figures, two adults and one kid judging by the height, all wearing triangular outfits. One kid and an adult had striking yellow hair and blue eyes while the other adult wore an orange dress with a large circle in their hands. On closer inspection, you saw your own hair colour and eye colour being illustrated to the best of the toddler’s ability, as far as the crayons allowed him to portray it. You had a circle in your hands, almost the size of your drawn head with black spots in between while the child in the photo held an orange squishy ball. To save you from your confusion, Naruto came to the rescue and started explaining.
“That’s me and Dada over here. And I’m playing with Kurama! And that’s you Ma’am! Bringing me and dada cookies for being good boys like you do in class!”
Your heart melted right there and then. For some reason, your face heated up too.
“Oh my God, honey, that’s amazing!” You pecked his cheek as Naruto blushed slightly and rubbed his head, “You liked it?”
“I Loved it! What did Dada say about it?”
“He got so red like Sasuke’s tomatoes haha. But he put it on our fridge like my other drawings and he said it was the best one yet.”
Before you could reply, crying was heard from the nap room and you sighed. Looks like someone woke up.
“Yay, someone is up! We can now play!” Naruto began running but you stopped him.
“Let’s be sure to pack this all up before, Ma’am Anko will see to your friend okay?”
Minato was waiting alongside other parents, it was 10 minutes till the kindergarten was over. His mind wandered afar, thinking about his journey to this town.
Minato was very afraid when he moved to Konoha, about Naruto settling in and making friends. Of course, back in his previous town he had already got Naruto a place in the best Kindergarten there, pulling all the needed strings but his promotion caught him off guard. Being a single parent was hard enough as it is, and with the worry of adjusting to new surroundings for his growing son, he was almost going to decline the offer. Only after much conviction from his friends that he deserved this, he took the offer, albeit hesitantly.
He was happy with his new workspace and colleagues as well, and was over the moon when he one of his erudite associates had a son the same age as his own, and recommended the city’s best kindergarten where his son was set to go. He went blindly on his associate’s word, because he knew him to be a wise dad.
For the first two months, he had to work relentlessly to prove his position as the new leader in the branch, and so he had his assistant pick Naruto up while he prepared lunch at home for his precious boy, barely making it home fifteen minutes before they did. But when the company celebrated their first real accomplishment, only then did Minato feel he could take a step back and indulge with his son more as he used to do.
When he began picking him up himself, he realised what he had been missing on: small quirky tales, new words his toddler learned, new friends’ names, his favourite teacher’s cookies apparently. Minato quickly noticed, being the perceptive man he was, that Naruto could go hours and hours talking about his Ma’am. He would have thought of it as a crush, had Naruto been older.
But when he first saw you, he could relate to his son if Naruto did have a crush. He knew he was being superficial, being attracted to your appearance at first sight but he couldn’t help himself that you were almost ethereal, too gorgeous to be true. It seemed as if you were glowing when you laughed alongside the kids or held one of them on your shoulders while searching for the parents.
However, your personality was even more so captivating when he finally talked to you at the parents-teachers conference. You were such a quality teacher, he deduced when he noticed how apt you were at describing each kid individually and how dedicated to their growth you were. He loved the bond you had with Naruto, the boy couldn’t stop grinning upon meeting you on his day off.
The bell rung, breaking him out of his reverie, and he waited as the kids ran to the parents, waving goodbyes here and there, ready for their weekend. He could hear your faint shouting over the buzz, “Make sure you have taken all your belongings, kiddos! Have a good weekend!”
He knew if you had a special place in his son’s heart, he could let you stay in his heart as well.
It was 8 PM, one hour past the Uzumaki kid’s bedtime, but the blatantly crying kid was nowhere near sleeping. A distressed Minato held him on his hip, as he searched the entire house for his favourite plushie, Kurama, without whom Naruto had never slept.
“We’ll find him, Naru. Do you remember where you last saw it?” Minato asked, pausing and sitting in the comfy sofa, looking at Naruto, hoping he’d have an answer.
Naruto’s wails quietened down, fortunately there were no tears, as he pondered and spoke, “I last showed it to Ma’am!”
Minato sighed, he grasped that Naruto would have left it at the playschool because no inch of his house was unsearched. He settled Naruto down on the couch as he deliberated calling you over a toy. He had your number for emergencies, but was this one? The real objection, the actual reluctance he had for calling was totally different though. He hated to admit it, but talking to Naruto’s daydream of a teacher always left him stuttering like a teenager. He could barely listen and respond when he met her at the kindergarten, but talking to that Goddess one on one was more terrifying and nerve-wracking than moving to a new town.
But he knew there was no way Naruto would sleep without Kurama and it was only Friday, nights to wait if he doesn’t ask you about the plushie today. He couldn’t imagine how disheveled will Naruto be without Kurama by then. He would surely award himself with wine if he managed to finish the call without fainting.
With clammy hands and a vigorously pounding heart, he dialed the number.
You were finishing up the last batch of forms and cleaning up, when you saw something abruptly put in the otherwise shipshape playroom. Before you could further inspect, your phone rang, Mr. Uzumaki flashing on top of the screen. Your heart hammered as you wondered what he could be calling about.
You were not going to lie, Mr. Uzumaki was easy on the eyes, always in class A condition with his well-tailored suits as he came to pick Naruto up. Even the married housewives ogled him not-so-subtly. He was such an excellent father, really devoted in his son’s life while simultaneously conquering the business world. An eye candy, with all the best qualities that existed, an immensely put together God’s creation. He was dream partner to have, yet somehow he was single.
Your phone’s ring broke you out of your musing, as your sweaty palms grabbed the phone and received the cal.
“Good Evening, Mr. Uzumaki.” You managed out, your neck suddenly heating up.
“Good Evening, Miss. I hope I didn’t disturb you.”
“Not at all, I was about to head home. How may I help you?”
“If you are still there at the playschool, could you please…… If you don’t mind….. I’m sorry again I called-”
“I assure you, it’s fine. You don’t need to worry about it. Although you do need to tell me the problem if you want me to help.” You giggled lightly, amused at that man stuttering.
“Thank you. Umm Naruto left his night time plushie there I suppose and he doesn’t sleep without it. Could you please, please check if it’s there?”
“Of course.” You held the phone and as you hummed and went to the Kid’s playroom you found Naruto’s sketchbook with the drawing laying on it, and the Kurama toy beside it. You swore you promised Naruto pack it earlier in the day.
“Looks like he did leave it here.”
“Can you keep the school open a bit late, I’ll come and collect it right aw-”
“Its pretty windy right now outside, and you’ll have to bring Naruto too at this hour. I’ll drop it at your home on my way back, I was planning in leaving in five anyways.” Your mouth spoke before you could process what you said, offering to go to his house? Nice going there, you desperate weirdo.
His choked out “Okay” almost surprised you as you ended the call.
This will be a nice, little detour.
About twenty minutes later, the doorbell to the Uzumaki household rang and Minato sprinted to the door, opening it immediately.
There you stood, with tousled hair from the wind, in your long red pea coat and black heels. Your cheeks lightly tinted, no doubt because of the unruly weather outside. Somehow you still looked absolutely perfect in Minato’s eyes as he traced your form, unable to initiate the conversation.
You, on the other hand, had halted completely when the door opened revealing a ripped Minato, his muscles bulging underneath his black shirt while grey sweatpants hung loosely on his hips. His biceps were so thick, you wondered how he managed to exercise on top of all the responsibilities he had.
You handed it over to Minato whose eyes widened at the piece of paper and stood there awkwardly, processing what to say.
Somehow stopping yourself from all the gawking, you cleared your throat as you dug in your black purse and took out Naruto’s best friend and his masterpiece.
“Guess he left this as well.” He gave a forced laugh, trying to make things less uncomfortable after he stood silent for two minutes.
You chuckled lightly in agreement when suddenly thunder boomed behind you, causing you to shriek and slip, only to be caught by Minato, his hands holding you around your middle tightly in a protective manner. You coughed as you stepped back again and he cleared his throat this time when suddenly it started pouring like hell’s rage on Earth.
“You should stay for a while, at least until the rain lightens.”
You were going to decline, but when you saw how bad it was raining, you knew you would have to accept. “Looks, like I’ll have to. Sorry to impose.”
“It’s no imposition at all. I’m inviting you, don’t fret.”
You stepped inside, shrugging your pea-coat off, revealing your black dress underneath. Minato reddened visibly, taking your pea-coat from you and hanging it. He cursed himself as he thought of conversation starters, wanting to say something, anything to not stand like a fool.
“Would you like wine? I have this blush flavoured bottle reading to drink.”
“I would love that, Thank you. What are you celebrating though, if I may ask?” You agreed, maybe the alcohol would calm your buzzing nerves. Besides you were a sucker for wine.
“Nothing much, a simple personal achievement of sorts.” He said with a grin as he led you inside, hopeful of where the night might lead. Maybe the liquid courage would help him finally ask you out.
Behind the wall, Naruto grinned with a pacifier in his mouth. Mission successful.
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