us 54


Request: Hey can you do where the reader and Kai are broken up and they get back together and use numbers 54,59,66

Prompts: “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” “The only thing I want is you.” 

Imagine~ you and Kai break up but you both still love each other and one day you bump into each other whilst staying at the Salvatore home. 

It’d been roughly a week since you and Kai broke up and you were a wreck. Stefan hated the fact you were home alone dealing with it all so he invited you to stay with him and Damon until you were back to normal. 

You still loved Kai, deeply but he didn’t seem to return the feelings and overtime the relationship grew toxic. He was constantly out late, presumably with other girls, yet every time you forgave him. 

You were the one who ended the relationship, for your own good. Kai begged you not too, saying how he’ll change but you didn’t want to risk getting hurt again. 

Everyone hated Kai even more when they found out how he treated you. But he would still be invited into the house if they needed something and every time Stefan would make sure you were nowhere to be seen. 

Bonnie was the most angry, seeing as she also had a bad past involving Kai. You’d convinced he Kai was good for you at first and she believed you but now she despised Kai claiming she knew he wasn’t good for you all along.

It was about mid-afternoon and you were still roaming around in your pajamas. Stefan had warned you to stay out of sight because Kai was round but you grew hungry and took your chances. 

Kai was in the front room anyways so the possibility of him seeing you was slim, especially if Stefan and Damon had anything to do with it. 

You silently entered the kitchen, everything going smoothly to the point where you couldn’t even hear Kai. 

As you reached for an apple of the counter you breathed a sigh of relief when you realized you got some food without Kai seeing you. 

Or so you’d thought. 

“Y/N?”, your head snapped around, nearly chocking on your apple, to see Kai standing in the door way. 

Every thing about him seemed so off, the bags under his eyes, the messy hair, the overgrown scruff and his blood shot eyes. You could’ve sworn your heart stopped. 

In some ways you were happy to see him like this, knowing he was suffering just as much as you were; if not more. But it also hurt you, you’d never liked seeing Kai in these kind of states and it pained you more to know you’d inflicted it. 

“Kai.” you breathed, desperately trying to keep yourself together. 

“Look, I know you hate me,” Kai started but you interrupted him before he could finish.

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” you said lowly, it hurt to think he thought you hated him. But after a week of not speaking to him and leaving him to suffer you can understand why. 

Kai breathed out shakily and you could tell he was trying not to break down, “If you don’t hate me, why did you end it?” 

Your breath hitched in your throat and it took you a moment to speak, “Because it was toxic. I don’t hate you Kai, I hated our relationship.” 

When you said those words you could see Kai’s eyes fill with pain at the thought of you hating to be with him. 

“I said I’d change.” he breathed in hopes that it would help the situation. 

“Even if you did Kai, it was too late. It wasn’t just you anymore, it was me. I couldn’t be with somebody I didn’t trust 100%.” you sighed, wiping the tears from your eyes before they could fall. 

Everything within you wanted to be with Kai and you knew that but you also weren’t sure if you could trust him again. Or at least trust him as much as you used to. 

“Please just give me a chance.” he said, tears pooling in his eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this right now.” you sighed, feeling as if you were on the edge of a mental breakdown. 

In reality you didn’t want him to leave because if he did you might never see him again. But if you did this right now you weren’t sure if you could make it out the other side. 

“Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” he said, slowly walking towards you whilst you desperately tried to avoid eye contact. 

Tears began to spill out of your eyes and you quickly wiped them away, tugging at your hair in frustration. 

“Kai, I don’t know what to do right now. I want to stay with you, so bad. But I don’t know if I can trust you, not after how everything went last time around.” you said slowly, taking your time on every word. 

To Kai, every word dug into him like a dagger. It pained him to know how much he’d hurt you and he’d never thought about whenever he was dishonest with you. 

“Let me earn your trust, I understand you don’t trust me but I need you. You make me a better person and without you I know I’m going to go off the deep end. Please Y/N.” he breathed, his voice shaking heavily. 

“One chance.” you stated, looking up at him. 

He closed his eyes slowly before opening them, making eye contact with you which made your heart pound. 

“One chance.” he said, confirming your previous statement. 

“No other girls, not dishonesty, just us. Only us.” you sighed, looking at him. 

In all honesty, you couldn’t understand why you were doing this but you knew deep down that you needed to so you did. 

“The only thing I want is you.” he said, engulfing you into an embrace. 

You melted into him, letting your arm fall loosely around him as he hugged you tightly. 

(a/n) this could’ve been longer but it’s 11pm and I have to be up at 7 tomorrow :) but anyways I hope you enjoy this because it was really fun to write xx


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Someone Else's Story
Judy Kuhn
Someone Else's Story

Yesterday I was having a conversation about how wonderful and talented Judy Kuhn is – as I often do – and reflected on how grateful I was to see her at 54 Below, and that after giving a knock-out performance of most of her “So Much Happiness” album, she came back for an Encore and gave us this.

A Place For Us To Dream ||Forest of the Dead

Title: A Place For Us To Dream (54/65)
Rating: T
Summary: —Doomsday AU— What would have happened if the Doctor’s lever had been the one to slip? If the Doctor had been the one trapped in the parallel universe? Rose has to pick up the pieces and carry on in his place. After all, someone has to be the Doctor.
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler, Pete Tyler, Mickey Smith, Martha Jones, Donna Noble
Notes: This story was inspired by a number of things — namely badwolfrun trying to keep me entertained at work by sending me this ask, which became this graphic and this graphic made by MK, and subsequent discussions with MK and perfectlyrose. Enjoy! 

Dave’s voice echoed ever closer, the call of Hey, who turned out the lights? seeming to reverberate on all sides. But Rose could only stare at Donna’s face on the node.

She had failed.

“Hey, who turned out the lights?”

River shook her head, blasting the wall to their left. “This way, quick,” she said, ushering her team through the hole and grabbing Rose’s arm, dragging her away. “Move!”

“Hey, who turned out the lights?”

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