#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.

[nickireadstfc]

The Raven King, Chapter 13 – The Birth of Responsible Neil Josten

In which our favourite angsty runaway finally starts being useful, Andreil engage in some hot ab-touching, Wymack Knows™ things and I sense yet more Hufflepuffs dawning on the horizon.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Raven King.

The enw chapter starts and already we have to witness shit that I am decidedly not liking:

Nicky being super fucking miserable.

           “We shouldn’t have come here,” Nicky said, sounding as wretched as he looked. (…) “What have I done?”

NOOOOOOOOO MY SUNSHINE SON

On the long, long list of why I fucking hate Drake’s guts, “He made Nicky sad” is one point I am especially angry about having to add.

You know, apart from all the obvious fuckery.

Thankfully, I can trust my man Josten to stop Nicky from sinking down further into the Guilt Depression Pit:

           “You didn’t do anything,” Neil said. (…) “You didn’t know this was going to happen. None of us did. If we’d known, we wouldn’t have come.”

That’s what I was bloody saying. Thank you, Sir Runaway Angst Lord, for finally agreeing with me on something.

Also where’s this sudden rush of being the voice of reason coming from?

           “It doesn’t make sense that Drake would come here. Higgins was here a month ago. Why wait so long, and why risk it? The police can track a cross-country plane ticket easily.”

That’s……. actually a very good point I had not considered before.

Why was Drake there? To “””make amends””” with his “””little brother””” (my toenails are rolling just typing that word), sure – but why now?

There’s more to this. WHAT IS IT.

No time to deal with this now – for now, we are dealing with Andrew getting sent on a nice lil vacation to Fun Anti-Mania Rehab.

           Kevin fixed Betsy with a stunned look. “It’s too early. What do you think you’re doing?”

           “The right thing,” Betsy said.

HELL YEAH SHE IS.

Bless Betsy Dobson for turning cliché action movie lines into lines that make me actually emotional.

           “Who will take care of Kevin if I’m gone? I can’t trust him wandering around here by himself, and Coach can’t be with him all the time. Kevin’s kind of a full-time job.” (…)

           “I’ll watch him,” Neil said.

BITCH WHAT.

           “What do you think you are saying? What are you trying to do?”

           “Take responsibility,” Neil said in German.

BITCH WHAT.

“VERANTWORTUNG ÜBERNEHMEN”, DIGGAH WAS.

I did not know you vocabulary even included that word.

Our boy??? Is finally starting to be responsible, adult and useful??? WHAT IS THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I AM WITNESSING.

           “If I was going to leave I would have done so at the banquet when Riko called me by my name,” Neil said. “I won’t lie and say I didn’t think about it, but I decided to stay. I trusted you more than I was scared of him. So trust me now if you can. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll take care of Kevin until you return.”

Cause of death: This.

Responsible Neil, where did you suddenly come from?? And most importantly, how can we make sure you don’t transform back into Angsty and Dramatic Neil??

           “You lie, and lie, and lie, and you think I’ll trust you with his life?”

           “Then don’t tust ‘Neil’”, Neil said. “Trust me.”

           “Oh, but who are you? Do you have a name?”

           “If you need one, call me Abram.”

Oh my goooood.

Neil giving out his birth name (or parts of it) to Andrew just adds a whole ‘nother level of intimacy, rawness and seriousness to this exchange.

It also adds another level of I can’t fucking deal with this.

           With so many people watching them Neil couldn’t life his shirt. He did the next best thing and dragged one of Andrew’s hands under the hem. He pressed Andrew’s palm to the ugly scarring across his abdomen.

Touching!!!!!!!!! On his scars!!!!! Which no one has ever even seen!!!!! And Andrew gets to motherfucking touch them!!!! TOUCHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My Andreil heart is having a fucking rave, you guys.

           “Do you understand?” Neil asked. “Nothing Riko does will make me leave him. We will both be here when you get back.”

IM FUCKNG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Remember when I had huge Kevandreil feels way back in the beginning/middle of the first book? Remember that?? REMEMBER????

I’m still not set on whether I ship it romantically, sexually or just hardcore-platonically (although I’m leaning to the latter), but just – THE DYNAMICS, YOU GUYS.

You can always sign me the fuck up for a good triumvirate.

And of course, not even Andrew can say no to an offer when it comes in the form of some good ab-touching, and just like that, he leaves for rehab.

Godspeed, my manic murder kitten – please come back happier, healthier, yet hopefully just as full of sass. <3

There’s a little thing at the end of this exchange, though, that is quickly glossed over but that caught my attention, and that is Wymack being a perceptive bastard:

           “Hopefully hearing about all of this (…) will get [Aaron] moving, but who knows when it comes to those two? Speaking of unpredictable assholes, when did that happen?”

           “When did what?” Neil asked.

           Wymack eyes him. “Forget it.”

Is he……….. already hinting at Neil and Andrew having A Thing………….. Wymack Knows™.

Did I mention I love that guy recently? #dicksoutforperceptivebastards

           “What about the season?” Kevin asked. “What about Riko?”

           “What about Andrew? Attempt to think about someone and something else for just a moment there.”

DID I MENTION I LOVE THAT GUY RECENTLY. #dicksoutforcaringaboutandrew

           “Look,” Wymack said. “I know I’ve always told you all to take your personal problems up with Betsy or Abby. I’ve said it’s not my place to get into anything outside the court. I hope you’ve figured out by now that I’m just blowing hot air.”

Grumpy Fox Dad ily <33

Guess who’s back now – Aaron, fresh outta custody.

Guess who’s really emo and angry about the Andrew Situation – Aaron, back to being bitter and broody as per usual.

Guess who’s finally done taking his shit and starts dishing out some reason and sensibility in this mess – RESPONSIBLE NEIL FUCKING JOSTEN.

           “Are you at all sorry?” Neil asked. “You took his family away from him. (…) Do you think Cass will ever forgive Andrew?”

Fair point – I’m all for Drake being Not A Thing anymore, of course (although imo prison would have done the job better than, you know, murder), but there is no denying that Aaron made sure the only woman that ever came close to a mum for Andrew now hates him till forever, probably.

           “I don’t care about Cass or Drake or anyone. What Drake did – no. If I could bring him back from the dead and kill him again I would.”

           “Good,” Neil said quietly. “So now you understand why Andrew killed your mother.”

HOLY SHIT.

Holy shit he’s fucking RIGHT oh my god. I did not see this coming at all (and neither did Aaron) and I am SHITTING MYSELF.

           “You don’t know anything,” Aaron said.

           “I know you’ve got a couple weeks to think about it,” Neil said. “When Andrew comes back sober you’ll have to talk about this. You won’t get anywhere if you start with Drake, so you might as well start with your mother.”

Neil, I am just honestly so, so impressed with you right now.

Just – this. This exchange right there so, so fucking important. I can already see that this will help the twins greatly in finally becoming real siblings, and Neil was the one who made that happen.

It’s been said time and time again how Neil will be the one bringing the Foxes together, and every time I see it actually happening now I leap out of my skin in happiness.

And the key to all of that happening is the birth of Responsible Neil we are witnessing right now.

I want you guys to really, really get how amazing I find this new development. One thing that, in hindsight, really annoyed me about Neil in the first book was how fucking Dramatic, Angsty and Extra™ he was – and I know this made for some good jokes, but it honestly also annoyed me a lot. He was just so whiny. And I know it’s for good reason, but still – I just kept hoping he would one day pull his head out of his ass.

Breaking news: Our boy Neil’s head has now left his ass.

This scene, all these scenes are so amazing because: TFC-Neil wouldn’t have done this. TFC-Neil would have stood there uncomfortably, saying nothing and staring, dramatically contemplating his own angst and his own trauma and why he should run away now and how oh so fucking tragic his own life is.

TRK-Neil does not. TRK-Neil deals with problems other than his own, starts taking responsibility and gets out of his own fucking head for once.

TLDR: FUCK. YEAH.

The monsters (minus one) and the Fox Parents get back to Palmetto, where they’re all reunited with the rest of the team – which is not as uncomfortable as I thought it would be, since apparently the story is all over the news and no dramatic retellings are in order.

Also, apparently Matt’s mom bailed Aaron out of jail, as a ‘thank you’ for him helping Matt get clean. Neat!

           “We’re all Foxes. We are a team. What happens to one of us happens to all of us, and we’re going to get each other through this.” (…)

           If it wasn’t so terrible, it’d be brilliant. This was what Dan and Matt had been waiting for all semester: a catalyst to finally unite the team.

Have I mentioned how much I’m feels-nutting every time the Foxy Team Spirit gains some bonus points? Have I?? HAVE I????????

However, it’s not all fun and games (not that it ever was fun and games), as there is Serious Exy Trouble resulting from Andrew being gone:

           “If the ERC decides Andrew isn’t part of our line-up anymore, we’re beneath size regulations. They’ll strike us from the roster and our year is over. (…) Kevin is afraid.”

Dun dun dun duuuuuuuun. That’s a pretty shit situation you got there, mate.

           Neil fixed Kevin with a stony look. “Maybe if you’d stuck around a moment longer you’d understand why I don’t care anymore. When you came upstairs, did you hear mim laughing, Kevin? (…) So yes, even I would give up on this season. And after everything he’s done and every risk he’s taken for you, you’d better feel the same.”

MIKE FUCKING DROP.

With Neil gone, Kevin currently takes the top spot on the List of People Who Need To get Their Heads Out Of Their Own Angsty Ass.

           “Rhemann has taken our side. He offered to speak on our behalf if need be, and he’s helped reach out to the others.”

James Rhemann, apparently, is the coach for the USC Trojans – a team that is so fair and kind they never, ever got a single red card in their entire existence.

I am DELIGHTED. When do we meet those USC cinnamon puffs, give them to me NOW.

           “As of this morning, the vote across the Class I teams is almost unanimous,” Wymack said. “They want us to finish the season.”

HELL FUCKIN YEAH.

           “I want one lap for every time you’ve ever said the NCAA’s never had your back.”

           “Oh, Jesus,” Nicky said. “We’ll be running all day.”

BAHAHAHAHA. I actually had to laugh so hard at that. Possibly because it’s the first time there is a reason for laughter in, like, three chapters.

But also possibly because it’s just unexpectedly really funny.

In summary: The Foxes get to play on, Andrew finally gets the help he needs and deserves, and Neil’s head gets a serious applause from me for being finally free of his ass.

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 One last note: New update will be out on Monday instead of Sunday because I’m gone all weekend – I’ll be at a cheerleading event with my friends! I can already hear myself going “That’s Katelyn” at every single cheerleader wearing orange. Wheee!