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CRIMSON CIRCUIT by knowing honey
PART THREE
headcanons: slurp/isaac night + y/n fem reader
SUMMARY: Nevermore has seen many prodigies, but none like Isaac Night—brilliant, untouchable, and colder than the steel heart ticking in his chest. He fixes everything, yet feels nothing. Y/N is a walking problem, branded by a secret her tormentors will never let her forget. She needs help, but the cost of asking him might be far greater than she imagined. Because once Isaac touches something broken, he never lets it go.
WARNINGS: +18 content, language, strong sexual themes, bullying, blood (drinking/vampire themes), violence, angst, slow burn, eventuall smut, explicit content (later in chapters), emotional manipulation, dark themes, power play, dark romance.
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Y/N stood before Iago Tower, staring at the dark façade, its walls echoing with forgotten times. The wind tangled her hair, sharp and cold, and every minute of waiting felt longer than the whole of last night.
Where are you, Night?
Her nerves buzzed like live wires. Every word from yesterday replayed in her head—his laughter, his eyes, his provocations, the way he could be cruel and still pull her toward him. The war inside her grew louder: one voice called her insane, told her to stay far away. The other hissed that this was her only chance, no matter the cost.
She rubbed her temples hard. Routine was the only thing that saved her: she pulled a few mint leaves from her jacket pocket and slipped them into her mouth. Peppermint usually calmed her—when she was nervous, when she was hungry, when she needed to hide her fangs. But not today. The flavor was dull, bland. It only reminded her of him—sharper mint, almost burning, laced with metal.
Disgusted, she spat the leaves into the grass. Experiment. The word sounded absurd. She laughed to herself, but the sound was hollow. Had she really done this? Had she really thought Isaac Night would be moved by her desperation? What if he planned something far worse than a few tests?
She shoved away the thought of torture, but it clung to her like a shadow.
Yasmin knew nothing. She had told her that he refused to help, and that was better—if this went wrong, at least Yasmin wouldn’t carry that weight. And if it worked… well, maybe this secret was safer kept between her and Isaac.
But the longer she stood there, the more idiotic she felt. What if it was all just a prank? Evelynne and her gang had pulled the same trick when her secret leaked. The heir of the Impalers, unable to drink blood. Descendant of Dracula himself. A joke. It couldn’t get more absurd.
Y/N clenched her fists. The memories cut like glass shards. Her mother dragging her to special clinics, chasing different donors and types of blood, recording every failure with sharper sighs each time. Her father roaring once at a family dinner that no “defective daughter” would shame their bloodline. After that, she never sat at their table again.
Cold wind seeped beneath her jacket. She couldn’t stand there any longer. If Night wouldn’t come, she’d at least wait for him inside where it was warm.
She stepped into the tower and into the old elevator. The steel walls groaned as though ready to collapse. Each floor up felt like it would be her last, the cabin splitting and falling—but finally, the doors creaked open. Why the hell would he choose this creepy place to meet up?
She blinked.
So that’s why, she whispered.
A laboratory stretched before her. Tables stacked with parchment, ink, and quills. Inventions she couldn’t name. Moonlight streamed through the glass innards of the tower’s giant clock, lamps cast long shadows, candles burned to blackened stubs. The place felt like a twisted cathedral of knowledge.
On one table lay a construction in the shape of a cross. Her gut turned. An operating table.
She stepped further in, brushing dust from chalk symbols on a blackboard.
“Snooper.”
She flinched. Isaac stood a few feet away, curls damp, framing his face. He looked freshly showered—fresh scent of shampoo clinging to him, but underneath lingered that metallic undertone.
“How did you—”
“I told you to wait downstairs,” he cut her off flatly. “Was that too hard to grasp?”
“If you hadn’t left me freezing for half an hour, I’d still be there,” she shot back.
“I had work.”
“We had a deal.”
“And am I here or not?”
She glared at him, but said nothing more. He gestured to a chair at the table. She sat while he searched for clean paper and a fresh quill, every movement measured, precise, annoyingly patient.
“Well then.” He dipped the quill in ink. “Let’s begin.”
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Isaac wasted no time on small talk.
“So,” he started evenly, not looking at her. “Since when? Birth or later?”
“Always,” she answered. “I never could. Human or animal.”
“And the reaction?” The quill scratched across paper.
“Nausea. Vomiting. Always.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s vague. Immediately? Or only after swallowing?”
“That matters?” she snapped.
“To me it does.”
She flushed. “After swallowing. Sometimes right away, sometimes seconds later.”
Another note. “Good. Physical performance? Weaker than your peers?”
“I’m not weak,” she shot back.
“Hmm.” His eyes flicked up, probing, sharp. “And sight? Light sensitivity?”
“When it rains or it’s cloudy, I see fine. The sun doesn’t blind me as much as others.”
“Hmm,” he muttered. “I’ll need more tests.”
Her stomach dropped. “Please, no blood.”
He raised a brow, but she cut him off: “At least not today. I know it’ll happen eventually, but today, promise me no blood.”
He held her gaze, jaw tight. “Fine. I promise. Now stop barking orders and come here.”
What followed was a series of trials—height, weight, fang measurements, bite strength tested on a steel plate. Every time his fingers brushed her chin, circled her waist, or steadied her wrist, her heart pounded harder. She masked it with defiance.
Then speed and strength drills. Sprinting across the room, lifting weights, dodging his sudden attacks. He never broke a sweat; she was trembling, breathless, collapsing against the cold, cross-shaped table.
“Maybe it’s trauma,” he muttered, jotting notes.
“Great diagnosis,” she snapped, chest heaving.
She slumped fully onto the cross-shaped table, its cold edges pressing into her back. It looked too much like an operating slab.
“Where do you even get all this?” she asked, voice strained.
“Gotta work somewhere,” he replied, chalking new symbols on the board. His code for none of your business.
“And this thing?” She tapped the cross-table. “Doesn’t exactly scream desk.”
“I’m working on something,” he said curtly. “Not finished.”
“Oh, so that’s what my money’s for? Funding your creepy science projects in this falling-apart lab?”
This time he turned, eyes glinting with both mockery and fervor. “Everyone needs something. I just trade in what others give away too easily—though it’s worth much more.”
She folded her arms. “So I walk out missing money, maybe a limb, and definitely my dignity. Wonderful.”
Isaac smirked faintly, turning back. “Close. Except I’m never wrong.”
“Oh sure. Star of Nevermore, academy icon. Tell me something I don’t know.”
“I hate dirt under my nails, despise normies… and can’t stand chatty vampires who refuse to drink blood,” he fired back dryly.
“Ouch. That’s oddly specific.”
“It’s meant to be.”
The quill scratched. Silence stretched until she broke it:
“You have a theory why I can’t—”
“—drink blood?” he finished. “Genetic flaw. Protein intolerance. Or something missing. I’ve skimmed the vampire texts; I’ll cross-match with your symptoms. But there’s one practical question.”
“Practical or curious?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” He smirked. “If you could survive without blood, why not just live like that? Vampires eat normal food too.”
She thought. “Food fills me, but it’s tasteless. Gluey sludge. And blood… it gives us vitality, glow. My mother always said it makes us look and feel alive.”
“In other words, you need the enzymes. Without them, you shrivel. You become like a dry and tooth breaking cookie.”
She rolled her eyes but twitched a smile. “Something like that.”
“Hmm. If needed, I’ll pump it into you intravenously.”
She sighed, moving toward the tall glass clock. The glass was misted, reflecting only her face and the cold moon. At least the wolves would be howling tonight. Something normal in this madness.
Yet the longer she stood there, the louder the contradiction. Isaac was arrogant, dangerous, infuriating—and still… strangely compelling. His sarcasm even amused her. Maybe that was why people kept their distance: on the surface, he was a storm. Up close, he was gravity.
Her thoughts shattered with a sharp sound. A blade’s slice. Then a muffled: “Ow.”
She turned. Isaac stood at a table, clutching a small scalpel, fresh blood streaking his hand. Drops pattered on the floor.
“What the hell are you doing?” she gasped, rushing toward him.
He lifted his bleeding hand toward her, crimson gleaming like molten rubies.
“Get that away from me!” she gagged, covering her mouth.
“I need to confirm something.” His voice was unnervingly calm.
“You’re sick, Night! I thought you promised—no blood tonight!”
A smirk tugged at his lips. “I lied.”
“Idiot!”
“Fragile thing. Open your eyes, Y/N. Face it.”
And suddenly, he was right there, pinning her to the wall, his cold breath against her ear. The drip of blood was steady—tick, tick, tick. The metallic scent burned her nose, tangled with him.
Her knees trembled. “Inhale through your mouth, exhale through your nose,” he whispered, dark and coaxing. “When you’re ready… take it.”
She froze. Take it? He meant his blood.
“I can’t,” she stammered.
“Then you’re a coward. I saw it in you yesterday. It’s there. You’re just afraid.”
His tone wasn’t mocking—it was almost encouraging. Almost. But her block was stronger.
“No!” She shoved him hard. He stumbled, the scalpel clattering, and hit the floor. She bolted for the elevator, heart hammering, stomach twisting.
But before she could press the button, her body locked in place—like her limbs were nailed into the air.
“You’re not dismissed,” Isaac growled, hand raised, telekinesis thrumming around him.
Cold terror gripped her. Invisible force dragged her back to him, slowly, relentlessly.
This bastard has some sick tricks upon his sleeve. She thought.
He pressed his bloodied fingers to her cheek. Hot, sticky. “Drink.” It was an order.
Her lips parted before she realized. A drop slid down his finger, onto her tongue. Metallic, salty, Isaac. It burned through her senses, dripped down her chin.
He smiled, proud. Victorious.
Then came the recoil. Her brain shut down, stomach convulsed. Each swallow was poison. She gagged, choked, body writhing. His hold broke and she shoved him harder, collapsing to her knees, gasping, tears streaking.
Isaac rose, dabbing his hand with a handkerchief. He looked down at her. “Apologies,” he said, voice utterly devoid of remorse. “It had to be done.”
Something inside her snapped. Rage flooded her, black and boundless.
She lunged. Pinned him beneath her, knees on his arms, hair falling wild around her face. Her fangs gleamed, saliva mixed with his blood dripping from her lips.
And Isaac—looked more beautiful than ever. Dark. Alluring. Dangerous. His heart pounded beneath her, his breath warm on her cheek.
I’ll tear your throat open, she thought feverishly. I’ll chew through your skin, drink until you’re empty. I’ll rip you apart. You, and your twisted inventions—I’ll drag them all down into hell with me.
Her teeth brushed his neck. She smiled, manic, as saliva dripped onto his skin. She wanted him begging. Wanted him screaming.
She bit. Hard. He hissed in pain as her fangs drove deeper, merciless, hungrier, crazed.
Then—sharp sting. A needle in her arm. Cold liquid flooding her veins.
She ripped back, vision doubling. Isaac sat up, pressing a cloth to his neck, eyes sharp even through the blood.
“Fascinating,” he murmured, voice echoing as she swayed.
Her body gave way. Darkness swallowed her whole.
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Walk The Plank (KHJ x fem reader) Masterlist
Synopsis: You had grown up hearing tales about the infamous pirate crew ATEEZ—the fearless, power-hungry men that roamed the seas in search of the most valuable treasure they could lay their hands on. You almost didn’t believe the stories your mother had told you as a child…not until you wound up on their ship
Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x reader, a bit of ot8 x reader in the beginning
Genre: fluff, angst, romance
Concepts: pirate au, halateez au
General warnings (there are individual warnings for each chapter as well): violence, weapons, blood, cursing, etc.
Hi lovies! My links to this story were suddenly having issues so here is a masterlist!! <3
Ch1: The Man with the Black Fedora
Ch2: Wooyoung’s Choice
Ch3: San’s Resolution
Ch4: Seonghwa’s Memory
Ch5: Jongho’s Wanderings
Ch6: Yunho’s Brother
Ch7: Mingi’s Diary
Ch8: Yeosang’s Time
Ch9: Hongjoong’s Dream
Ch10: Your Story
Ch11: Who Are You?
Ch12: Promise
Ch13: Cyberpunk
Ch14: Paradigm
DON’T STOP THE MUSIC
pairing: drew starkey x fem. reader!
summary: cast member reader goes out with the obx cast to a bar
warnings: mentions of alcohol, drinking, being tipsy
disclaimer: inspired by don’t stop the music by rihanna, the song always makes me daydream!
it was friday night, and after wrapping up filming for the day in Charleston, mostly everyone in the cast had decided that going out for drinks in town sounded like a solid plan, so after everyone gathered their things they split into cars to drive downtown into a bar JD had heard good things about.
you were in Austin’s car, and while he was driving, drew was sitting in the seat next to him, and left to chat and be the life of the drive where madelyn, madison and yourself in the back of the car.
you guys couldn’t stop laughing, making jokes and singing to the songs on the radio like you were all doing karaoke, and the boys in front of you just keep laughing and singing with you three.
every now and then drew would look back and lock eyes with you, sending you a playful wink or replying to a joke you made. this was something normal in your friendship, so it wasn’t something weird for your friends, even though they saw that the way you two acted was as if you two were more than friends.
but that was not the case, you two had instantly kicked it off, even though you had different personalities, that didn’t seem like a problem for you to become close and have a fun time whenever you were together.
at first, you were intimidated by drew. getting to be the new cast member in a show were everyone else already knew each other was hard, and then, when you realized that the person you needed to have more chemistry for the sake of your character was tall, handsome and with a sarcastic personality, it was safe to say you were scared.
but you quickly realized that everyone was really nice and welcoming, as well as getting to know drew and finding out that he was the sweetest man you had probably encountered. he always made sure you felt comfortable with him in every scene, cause even though his character was pretty violent, he always wanted to make sure you knew that it was all an act, and I mean, you two were great actors, and made a great match in the show.
so your friendship in real life was not something that came as a surprise to anybody, you had most of your scenes with him the first few days, so rehearsing and going through lines together was an everyday thing. and thats how you became an iconic duo, as the fans would call you two.
arriving at the bar, everyone gathered around at a table and ordered drinks, starting to chat and laugh at the jokes and funny stories from set everyone was sharing.
“y/n, we should do tequila shots!” madelyn suddenly gasped grabbing your arm, as she was seated next to you.
“that’s the best thing I’ve heard all night!” you answered looking at her “who’s down for some tequila shots?” you shouted so everyone could hear, and immediately approving noises were heard.
“we’re starting out strong huh?” drew asked, as he was seated next to you, sipping on his bear.
“we’re not wasting any time which is different” you smiled to him as you saw the waiter approach with many shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.
“then I guess we should get to it”
Drew got up and started pouring the alcohol on every glass, handing one to everyone as we all cheered.
“to great friendships and an awesome filming season!” chase shouted as we all cheered and clashed our shots together.
before i could take my shot, drew took my arm and tangled it with his so we could drink our shots together.
“we need to do it this way” he said as he finished crossing both our arms while we stood face to face holding our shot glasses.
“says who?” I asked laughing enjoying the dynamic way too much, as well as liking to have him that close to me.
“everyone knows it, this is the right way to do shots!” he shouted as he raised his hand a little ready to drink.
“let’s do it then”
I smiled before we both downed our shots at the same time.
after a few more rounds of shots, french fries and sloppy drinking from the bottle, people around started dancing and letting loose, which made us want to join the fun.
plus, the alcohol in our system definitely made us more confident than usual.
madelyn and chase were the first ones on the dance floor, while the rest of us stayed drinking and eating at the table, watching them like they were part of a rom com.
after a few songs had passed, drew stood up next to me and offered me his hand.
“let’s dance” he said as he gave me a smile.
he knew I couldn’t say no. not when he looked at me like that.
I quickly took his hand as he guided us to the dance floor, where everyone was singing and jumping up and down, moving to the rhythm of the songs.
i was glad the lights were dim, because the blush on my cheeks was something that I couldn’t hide, not when the alcohol made me react to him like it always happened.
Do you know what you started? I just came here to party, but now we're rockin' on the dance floor, actin' naughty
around us, everyone was dancing, and staying apart was difficult, so we found ourselves dancing very close to each other. not that we would’ve liked it any other way.
“I didn’t know you liked dancing” i shouted a little, getting close to him so he could hear me over the music, which was a lot louder in the dance floor.
he smiled while letting out a laugh.
“I’m not the biggest fan, but I know you do love doing it” he answered leaning down as he took my hand and gave me a little spin making me giggle.
lord did he make me feel some type if way.
“so if I told you I love going to the beach and swimming in the ocean at midnight, would you come with me?” I asked getting closer to him, looking into his eyes.
he smirked while he let out a small laugh, leaning down on my ear.
“I would go anywhere with you, even if you didn’t ask me to”
Your hands around my waist just let the music play, we’re hand in hand, chest to chest, and now we're face to face
his hands held me by the waist, while we swayed slowly side to side, trying not to stay still in between the sea of bodies jumping up and down to the music around us.
my hands went from resting on his chest, to around his neck, letting them hang on his back, making us closer than ever.
i could feel his gaze on my lips, as I couldn’t tear my eyes from his, being fully captivated by the blue color, that seemed darker under the lights in the bar.
“I really wanna kiss you right now” drew said as one of his hands went from my waist to my cheek, brushing some of the hair out of my face.
I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or the adrenaline of him telling me that, but i was scared that he could hear or feel how fast my heart was beating, almost wanting to get out and answer for myself.
“and what’s stopping you?” it almost felt like a whisper, but his smile gave away that he had listened to me.
so he closed the distance between us.
his lips were soft and hungry at the same time, like he had been waiting to do that for a long time. and i wouldn’t be surprised, because this was something i had found myself daydreaming of a few times.
one of his hands still held me by the waist, as the other one was between my cheek and my neck, keeping our faces together, and i didn’t want us to pull apart.
how long can someone survive without breathing? I’d be willing to find out.
Don't you feel the passion ready to explode? what goes on between us no one has to know, this is a private show
after breaking the kiss, i rested my head in his chest, attempting to hide my smile while trying to catch my breath.
“oh don’t go shy on me now doll” he said as he slowly lifted my face with one of his hands, softly stroking my cheek.
his eyes softened as his smile took over most of his face, and he laughed a little when he saw my flustered state.
“will it make you feel better if I told you that i had been wanting to do that for a long time?” he said as he looked me in the eyes.
drew just couldn’t let me compose myself.
“now you’re just bluffing” i said as i hit him in the chest in a playful way.
he laughed with me in between his arms, as i placed my hands in his chest, looking up to him with a smile on my face.
“did you really never noticed how down bad i was for you?” he asked as his arms kept holding me close to him.
I smiled as I confidently stood on the tips of my toes and kissed him again, this one being a bit shorter that the other one.
he smiled looking to the side trying to hide his now rising blush.
“I guess i thought something a couple of times, but i didn’t wanted to disappoint myself, it could’ve all been in my head” I said honestly.
drew turned to look at me, and we stayed like that for a bit, staring at each other, being close, and soaking in what had just happened between us.
“well, for the record, this is real” he said motioning to us “and it was never in your head”
drew leaned down and pecked my lips.
“let’s get out of here” he took my hand in between his as we started walking towards the exit.
“what about the rest?” I asked trying to find them in the now crowded bar, while we headed to the door.
“they’ll figure it out” he laughed as we were now on the parking lot.
“and where are we going?” my eyes locked with his, that shined under the moonlight.
drew smiled while he held me between his arms.
“I’m taking you for a swim at midnight, just like you wanted”.
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this blurb by @morwap (billy loomis, stu macher) *
always forever by @butterflyxvoid (billy loomis)
i see the way by @pedrosprincess (jonathan byers)
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