ok zoe is making me go to sleep now so goodnight!

The Secret (9)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

Baekhyun could feel his heartbeat pounding hard against his chest, loud and fast as he slowly weaved through the chairs towards you and a shy Zoe. He’d never felt this nervous for anything in his life, not even when he debuted and performed at his first showcase with the rest of EXO. He didn’t want to mess this up: his daughter was too important and this was his chance to make up for the years he’d lost.

He introduced himself cheerfully, trying not to let his nerves shine through his voice. He flashed his daughter a bright smile that he hoped would comfort her a little. On the inside however, his stomach was doing somersaults.

“I’m your dad.”

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anonymous asked:

Pre relationship foxxay. The power goes out so no lights, no air conditioning.

This was a great prompt. I did get a bit carried away and thought it would be fun if some of the girls started playing tricks on them in the dark. Let me know what you all think!

“Christ, it’s hot in here,” Misty muttered, fanning herself with the corner of her shawl. She fought to deflect the heat, perched on tiptoes on the couch. The atmosphere inside the Academy boiled, frothed, and without air conditioning the entire Coven had succumbed to its intensity. Misty’s eyes bounced from one witch to another, spotting Madison Montgomery stretched over the piano stool, reclining like cat on the smooth leather. Arms entwined with Kyle’s, Zoe lay sprawled out on the floor. Beside her, Nan fumbled with the awkward pages of some classic book or another as Queenie inspected the words over her shoulder, hands gripping knees in the sweltering temperatures. Both were visibly irritated by the unkind air.

“What kind of witch can’t fix an air con?” Zoe exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air.

“This kind!” Nan yelled. “We all suck,” she groaned, tapping her foot restlessly in discomfort.

From her pedestal, Madison glared hazily at the other witches. “Hey, Frankenstein, I thought you wanted to be an engineer,” she leered. Her fingers tingled in gratification as the mop-haired frat boy flinched and stared emptily back at her.

“Stop taunting him, Madison. Don’t be so unfair,” Zoe snapped. She rocked onto the balls of her feet and hauled herself off the floor, Kyle in tow, tugging him towards the doorway. “Come on, Kyle.” The pair skulked into the corridor, their shadows flickering in the dim candlelight. At their departure, the other witches let out a coordinated sigh, calmer in silence as the heat bombarded them.

Misty remained, observing the dispute as if through a window, barely catching the irritable exchanges. Her ears pricked up at the sound of heels clacking on nearby floorboards. The excitement swimming in her blood almost knocked her off balance. She turned; just in time to catch Cordelia appear in the lounge, dressed in a loose pale blouse and floral skirt, the hem of which skimmed the tops of her knees. Misty’s blood seemed to pulsate, quickening as she traced the headmistress’ lines in the shade.

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