~*Time skip a day because I'm too lazy*~
Reader POV
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Goddamn you hate that sound. But before you have the chance to turn off the evil noise, Marcos is up and out of bed and has jumped on your once-sleeping form. An "oof!" escapes your lips and he just grins at you. "It's Friiiiiiiiday!!!!" he sings, shutting off the alarm. He grabs your arm and starts to drag you out of bed and you groan, then land with a "thud" as you finally hit the floor.
"Yes, but it's still mooooooooooorning," you whine, resting your chin on your elbow to look up at him. Eventually you gather the might to stand, meanwhile Marcos is buzzing about the room, grabbing clothes from your dresser. Wait—your dresser. "What do you think you're doing?" you ask accusingly.
"I'm picking your outfit for today— whether you like it or not," he declares. You sigh. Why me? He tosses you a simple black-and-purple striped dress with an open-shoulder back and a necklace with a rather large silver pendant.
"Really? You want me to wear this?"
"Yes, and with your black flats. Put it on!"
"It's a little fancy for school...." you mutter, slipping out of your pjs and grabbing a (f/c) strapless bra, then placing the dress on over your head. By the time you manage to get the dress settled, Marcos is fully-dressed in his signature polo-and-jeans combo.
You do the usual makeup, but Marcos insists on doing something with your hair. You've never really been good at hair, so you let him do it; it's a simple up-do with a purple hairpiece. He had become an expert at avoiding your horns and never missed a strand.
"Beautiful..." you whisper.
"I know you are," Marcos whispers back. You smile. "Thanks."
You get up and brush your teeth, then grab your flats as you head down for breakfast. You grab Marcos a bowl of cereal and he brings down your backpack.
You eat again in silence and once the bowls are placed in the sink, the two of you head to the bus.
Once aboard, you catch a glimpse of Andrew sitting toward the back. As you sit, you see him give Marcos a quick wink. Marcos quickly flushes and smiles, sitting next to you. "Did you see that!?" he whispers with glee.
"I most certainly did," you reply, silently squealing with him. "You two are gonna be the cutest couple!"
He blushes deeper. "You think?"
"I know."
GHB POV
Why can't the MOTHERFUCKING CLOCK GO FASTER!? Only a few more fucking hours, but the time is fucking eating away at you. Why does time have to go so MOTHERFUCKING SLOW!?
By now, Earth is in your sight through the window of the ship. Such a bright blue planet....so fucking lively compared to yours. Finding her shouldn't be hard. She'll stick out like a motherfucking sore thumb among all those plain and boring humans.
It's 8:00...only 12 more motherfucking hours until you arrive in (f/n)'s city. Gog, you can't wait to see her again. She's gonna be all fucking grown up and shit. Not a fucking wriggler anymore...
It's such a motherfucking shame you didn't get to see her grow up—not in the royalty she fucking should have.
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Missing (GHB x Daughter!Reader)
FanfictionOMG I HAVE BEEN INSPIRED SO I MUST WRITE THIS BEFORE MY HEAD EXPLODES Anyway, this story is about the life of a girl who never really fit in this world. Only when she finds out who she really is is she able to finally feel the love of a real family...
