Dionaea Muscipula (xfem!reader)

(Ch.1) Umidus

     I sighed and rub my eyes before yawning and turning off my alarm, which had been the reason I had woken up the way I did. 'Maybe that's why my ears were ringing?'

     "...School" I irritably groan kick my feet off the bed and make my way over to the dresser to get an outfit out. I grabbed an outfit, just some cargo pants with a belt, a black wife beater, and I would grab my jacket later it resembles a M-65 field jacket.  (Oddly similar to Will's)

     After I grab my clothes I walk into my bathroom that's connected to my room and hum to myself as I close the door and undress out of my pajama shirt.

     As my clothes hit the floor I hear a creak. I don't think anything of it because the house is old, ever since I moved here since that incident at the sorority house in Montreal it's been like this. My parents were absent, My step dad was busy being posted off to different places, my mom divorced him, and I got emancipated when I was 16, it's better that way, affordable for them that way, taking care of 4 kids? 2 were adults that still lived with her mother, and her younger sister lived with her too. She knew she wasn't utterly alone, she visited, but she knew it was best, for everyone... The house was...Creaky and old, yet heavily furnished and looked beautiful.

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     Though the house had an old feel to it, always like I was being watched, but I've grown used to it so I just brush it off. I hum to myself as I look at myself in the mirror, turning and looking at my body from the side, looking myself up and down with a frown, not sure what to make of my composition.

     I let out a sigh and looked at myself from the front in the mirror and leaned into it and stared into my own eyes for a few 10 seconds before letting my eyes roam the rest of my face, a routine I usually do before showering.

      How does one hate thyself without a tinge of love? there will always be a thin line between the two.. You just have to convince yourself to cross over to the one that benefits you. Everyone will be insecure, but you can't help and heal others if you don't start with yourself first.

     I smile to myself and take my hair out of its signature style. I brush my hair before getting in the shower and closing the curtain, turning on the faucet and feeling it till it was nice and hot, then turning on the shower head.

     I yelp slightly out of surprise but then sigh contently as I'm engulfed in warmth. It's times like these I really think to myself, when one closes their eyes they want to imagine delights but seem to only imagine the real monsters in the world.

The criminals. The repeated offenders. People that don't.....deserve.....the world given to them, nor the privilege that comes with it. Monsters like these that make me quickly open my eyes in subconscious fear as their faces jump at me in the dark canvas of my mind.

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     After rinsing off my body I sigh and open the shower curtain, feeling the humidity of the bathroom surrounding me. I quickly grab a towel and rub it against my hair, scrunching it and drying it moderately before bending over and shaking it vigorously, standing up straight again, my hair falling in my face. Blowing a puff of air to get it out of my eye; I wrap the towel around my torso and pat myself dry; Stepping out and looking at myself in the mirror again for a bit, then putting on deodorant and putting on the outfit I had picked out prior.

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     I move to my jewelry and put on my step-dad's dog tags, even if he wasn't a great dad..he was the best one I had. The only one that made me learn, that taught me, that raised me to the strong woman I am. Maybe not ideally, but more so than my real father ever would. I put on my rings, just 2 on my right and one on my left, good for self defense in need of emergency. Next I adjust the dog tags. One day I'm sure I'd have my own with my name on them.

      I do my slight makeup routine which just consists of black eyeliner on my under eye, and slightly on my lid, and some natural darker toned eyeshadow that went well with my skin for a kind of tired look, but not too noticeable. I add a little mascara and when I'm happy with the natural look I smile and pull out my perfume and spray myself enough, making sure as to not be too generous. After getting ready I head downstairs as I run my hand along the old walls, pick up my backpack from one of the kitchen chairs, and make my way out the door, putting on my brown hunting boots.

     "Off we go....Lord, Save us all." I prayed out.

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(Edited)

(Also some of the plot I got inspo from 'Bloody tear of a final girl' by Screamifyoucan. please go check out their stories.)

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