#tldr: i’m not too pressed about bringing them back but they’ll always be a part of me. like a weird growth 💗

[sojutrait]

Sorry if this has been asked before (i looked but couldnt find anything) When will you be bringing back the halabis legacy?

just missing them <3

UHHHHHH short answer: never say never

long answer: GUHHHH BUHHH BUHHHH

it’s not really a priority for a myriad of reasons.

this might be a random ass reference but it lowkey started feeling like the netflix show elite where all the main cast is gone and they’re just beating that dead horse till it’s glue. like if the whole save combusted after ollie’s gen i genuinely would’ve been satisfied. i’ve never been one to like to draw something out id rather a piece of media die with dignity rather than fizzle out until it had to be taken out back like old yeller

another reason is gus’ gen was sort of formed around growing together and exploring that but i kinda did that already independently from them? so it would just sort of be redundant. once your sim got pissed on once you’ve seen it a thousand times

third, the save is like. extremely bloated hejrjdkd. a billion townies (i’ve since changed how i deal with npcs so it doesn’t bug me much like in my current household file) that need makeovers and a billion and one cousins i need to keep track of. it’s just a lot of work to even get the save right before i can even play

SO YEAH that’s all sad but tbh, i wuv them so who knows? i’ve turned around ideas in my head for how i could bring them back. maybe a time jump into a new save, maybe something else i haven’t thought of tbh if y’all have an idea i’m all ears. but like i said it’s not really a priority and i don’t wanna force myself into doing anything just for the sake of posting them bc i’m too hedonistic for that. i only do things that give me that sweet sweet dopamine

in the meantime i like how there sort of. canonized? on my blog ehehe. like using nadine and dante for my barbie and ken poses, i wanna keep doing stuff like that! like treating them like little ocs bc i could never just abandon them on the side of the road im not THAT much of an absentee parent

[hiddenleafstoryteller]

We Were Only 17 Pt.2 -Kakashi Hatake Imagine -

Read part one here

TLDR; The story is told from the point of view of a much older reader, recollecting her youth. In the past, the reader and Kakashi have fallen fast in love, a summer spent side by side, but as fall creeps upon them, with winters chill close behind, a choice changes their lives forever.

Word Count: 2, 131

GIF credit: @bapeland

A few days had passed since [Y/N] had begun to share her story with her grandchildren. She was working in the garden when she saw Iricho walking towards her.

“Just you today? Where are the others?” She asks him as he helps her carry her baskets inside.

“Mama brought the baby to the doctors and the girls are busy training with Papa.” He explains, [Y/N] starts to shuck peas and Iricho does the same. He may never admit it anymore, but alone time with his grandmother was his favorite time. Especially when they worked in the garden, it was a break from his life as a newly promoted Chunin.

“Hey Grandmother? Could you tell me more of the story?” He asks as the plunk plunk plunk of peas falling into the bucket fills the backyard with a soft rhythm.

“Which story my dear? I have many.” She picks up another bushel of pea pods and gets to work.

“The one about you and the boy in the cherry tree.”

[Y/N] chuckles and looks softly across the table at her grandson.

“That one huh? Not a story of the Great War?” She teases him and he shakes his head with a smile.

“I would like a break from battles.” He admits and she nods, rocking in her chair.

“Well...where did we leave off?” She mutters to herself, trying to recollect from the week before, “You mustn’t tell your sisters I told you more, they’ll be jealous.”

He laughs and leans in the table as she begins to weave the story.

“Kakashi and I met every single night, as strange as it may seem. To think, I snuck away every night to be with a boy I had only met in the bookshop!” She muses and then continues, “He never told me much more than his first name at first....”

[Y/N] waits patiently among the branches, clicking her tongue every so often, hoping for any sign of him. He wasn’t often this late. She felt a pang of worry for her mystery boy, and looked quietly down at the next chapter.

A rustle from across from her brings her heart ease as he emerges, except this time he was wearing a strange mask. One very similar to the one that hung in her father’s study. Kakashi took it off slowly, starring at her his one visible eye looking drained and tired.

She stands up and walks towards him, “Kakashi? Are you alright?” She asks him softly. For the first time since they had met he pulls her into a hug, the kind that pulled all the broken pieces back together. She hugged him back, not wanting to be the first to let go. She didn’t know how badly he needed to be held.

“Just...read to me [Y/N], please.” His voice is barely a whisper as he lets go of her. They sit in their usually spot but this time Kakashi lays his head on her lap, she gently plays with his silver hair and starts the chapter.

Within an hour, she had finished the chapter and looked down at his closed eyes.

She gasps softly, has he fallen asleep?

Moments pass as curiosity gets the better of her. She slowly inches her fingers towards his black mask. She wanted to see his face, she wanted to know who she met every night.

Lately, when she daydreamed her novels, his masked face had taken center stage.

Her fingers barely grazed the fabric when his hand grips into hers, and she jumps slightly.

“[Y/N], please don’t.” He mumbles and then loosens his grip, sliding his fingers in between hers. She blushes brightly and looks away.

“I-I I’m sorry, I was just curious.” She admits and his eyes open, looking up at her. Their fingers still intertwined, he sits up and looks deep into her [Y/E/C] eyes, she feels her heart speed up, her face flushing deeper.

“If I asked you to run away with me, to a place where it would just be us....would you?” His voice is quiet but his words are loud. She is taken aback, her mind torn in two directions.

“I can’t abandon my village.” She replies simply and be nods. [Y/N] is unsure of the answer he had truly wanted to hear.

“Kakashi, what happened today?” She inquires and he sighs, his gaze drifting off to the horizon. The pale glow of the moonlight reflected off of his silver hair.

“I can’t tell you [Y/N], that’s just how it is.” He says simply and then turns to face her.

She nods, understanding.

That was the first night they fall asleep together in the cherry tree, Kakashi gently holding her close to him. Unbeknownst to [Y/N], it was the first night Kakashi had gotten a full nights sleep without being plagued by the nightmares that usually took over the night hours.

They awoke the next morning to find the cherry blossoms had fallen overnight, leaving them covered in the delicate pink flowers.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to go by a cherry tree without thinking of you.” He admits with a chuckle and [Y/N] laughs as her cheeks turn the same shade as the petals that littered her hair.

“I’m going to be gone for a while, at least three weeks.” He tells her as they climb down from the tree. [Y/N] feels her heart lurch and nods, biting her lip.

“Just come home to me okay?” She touches his arm gently and smiles, “We have to finish our story.”

She swears she sees a smile form through the fabric of his mask and he reaches out, gently touching her cheek.

“You’re a beautiful girl, [Y/N]. I hope no one else tries to hear your stories while I’m gone.” He chuckles, and rubs his thumb on her cheek gently.

“My stories are only for you, Kakashi.” She replies and feels a tear fall down her cheek. He sights softly and places his ANBU mask over his face before turning to leave.

Neither of them knew it, but that was the first time they had said “I love you.” even if those exact words had not left their lips.

“So he left?!” Iricho shouts as he drops the peas into the bowl, the plunk now dull as they had shelled almost the entire bundle.

[Y/N] sighed, “For longer than he intended, but that is the nature of the ANBU.”

Iricho went back to shelling peas, glancing up at his grandmother. It was hard picturing her as being seventeen. He had seen pictures, and many of the elderly men in the village spoke in remembrance of her beauty.

“He did come back? Didn’t he?” He inquires and his grandmother smiles.

“Oh yes, he did. It was almost mid-July by the time he had returned. The cherries were beginning to ripen.” [Y/N] trails off in thought again.

She stares at the cherry tree as the sun begins to set.

“So, who is he?” Her mother says from behind her and [Y/N] jumps, turning to face her.

“Who’s who?” She asks trying to play off her embarrassment.

“The boy you meet every night in the cherry tree, oh come on. You don’t think I hadn’t noticed you sneaking out?” Her mother laughs and sits next to her daughter.

“So, what’s his name?”

[Y/N] smiles and glances down at her feet, “His name is Kakashi.”

Her mother pauses, and then nods, “Ahhhhhh, Sakumo’s boy. I always forget you two are so close in age.”

[Y/N] stares at her quizzically, and her mother nods.

“Your fathers were friends in the academy, and well, a long time after that as well.” She explained, a sullen look on her face, “His wife was almost a sister to me.”

[Y/N] looks at the door of her Papa’s study, and then back at her mother.

“He wears a mask like the one Papa keeps in his office, but his isn’t a bear like Papa’s.” She sees her mother catch her breath, her eyebrows raised slightly.

“I always wondered what became of him, that poor baby.” She sighs and shakes her head, before turning back to [Y/N].

“You know vaguely of what the ANBU is, from overhearing your father speak of it when you were little?” [Y/N] ‘s mother asks and she nods.

“He’s so young to be doing something like that.” [Y/N] says as she looks at the last glimmer of sun melting behind the hill.

Her mother nods, and then looks at her daughter.

“You’re very young too [Y/N], but the world hasn’t hardened your heart like it has done to Kakashi. Maybe that’s why he was so drawn to you.” She sighs and gently touches her daughters hand, “Maybe you remind him that there still is something left in the world to believe in.”

[Y/N] blushes, looking away from her mother.

“Mama? What if he doesn’t come home, ever?” The question falls out of her mouth so quickly, she has been holding it in for so long.

“I wouldn’t worry about that sweetling, the cherry tree has brought you a gift.” Her mother says with a wink and [Y/N] looks up and sees a shadowy figure standing by the tree.

[Y/N] stands up and rushes up the trail, leaving her mother behind on the front steps.

“Kakashi!” She cries and throws herself into his arms. He grabs onto her and picks her up, spinning her around, pulling her closer.

“I’m sorry for being late.” He chuckles softly in her ear.

“I’ll be upset with your timing later, right now just let me keep this moment.” She whispers softly as she buries her face into his chest.

She looks up at him finally, their eyes meeting for the first time in weeks.

She reaches her hands up slowly, her thumbs touching the fabric of his mask and slowly begin to pull it down. This time he doesn’t stop her, and soon his face is finally revealed. A plot twist of a perfect storyline.

[Y/N] grabs both sides of his face and kisses him with a passion that matched, if not doubled any of the passion she had read in any of her novels.

“Maybe I should be late more often.” He teases her as they start to climb up the side of the tree.

As if no time had passed at all, they curled up together and [Y/N] picked up the book that had brought them together and began to read.

Kakashi picked a few of the newly ripened cherries and gently pressed one to [Y/N]’s lips. She smiles and takes it into her mouth, pausing what she was reading.

Night grows darker, and soon she’s unable to see the words on the page.

“I missed you so much Kakashi.” She whispers and he smiles at her, he hadn’t put his mask back up and she adored his handsome face. He was better than any fairytale prince.

“And I missed you, [Y/N].” He grins and hands her more cherries.

“Was it a hard mission?” She asked and he shook his head.

“No, it just took longer than I originally planned for.”

[Y/N] nods as she eats a few more cherries, and then sets down the book.

Kakashi leans over and kisses her gently, and cups her cheek into his hand.

“What a plot twist you’ve turned out to be [Y/N] Saito.” He says softly as he pulls away.

“I could say the same for you.” She responds and he laughs, running his hand through his hair.

“You make me wish I could stay here.” He admits and sighs, gently interlocking their fingers.

“But you have your duties.” She sighs and leans against him, “and I have mine.”

Kakashi nods, glancing over at the ANBU mask he had cast to the side.

“Do you remember when I asked you to run away with me?” He muses and she chuckles softly.

“Of course I do, I almost said yes.” She smiles, looking up at the stars gently poking through the night sky.

“How stupid we are.” He sighs and looks over at her, “We’re only seventeen, how stupid to think we could do these things.”

[Y/N] turns to him, “It isn’t stupid to have dreams Kakashi.”

He shakes his head and looks away, “If I ever lost you [Y/N]....” His voice trails off and [Y/N] touches his hand softly.

“I’ve hated the ending of a few books in my life, that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop reading.” She says to him softly and he catches his breath, finally meeting her gaze.

He gently kisses her again, and was grateful it was dark out. A tear rolls down his face and quickly wipes it away.

They fall asleep together, her head gently laid on his chest.

Tomorrow was another day.