#sewing pockets for coats

[anielskaaniela]

Learn How to Sew 12 Types of Pockets for Dresses, Jackets, Coats, and More (Free Patterns Included)

In this post, you will learn how to self draft and sew 12 types of pockets with free PDF patterns. Pockets are one of the most useful and versatile features of any garment. They can add style, functionality, and convenience to your clothes. Whether you want to store your essentials, keep your hands warm, or make a fashion statement, pockets are the way to go. But how do you sew pockets? And what…

[bookshelfdreams]

yk when you see someone share a finished handmade item that they clearly spent a lot of time and money on and it's just. The absolute tackiest thing you have seen in your life. And then you ask yourself why someone would waste all those resources on such an eyesore.

(no, of course you can't relate to that because you're a much nicer person than me)

In any case.

BEHOLD!

A wool coat!

The top fabric is handwoven and handspun, the whole thing is sewn by hand, too.

Leftovers. Barely anything, all things considered, which is very satisfying.

This thing took me well over 3 years to make, on and off. And now I'm done.

Thank you for your attention.

[leulahart]

a little sansa doodle because i just know she'd be a fashion girly

[nileart]

doodles of dads and marketable plushies of their sons

[stray-gwynn]

I vanished fir a while because I was spending all my time slowly making things lol.

Everything under the cut because there's A LOT of images.

Like this corset, which is made out of cotton with leather panels on the outside, because I didn't want visible boning channels. I used the cotton layers to fit and adjust the fit, but I kinda forgot to mentally remove the seam allowance on the bottom, so I made it accommodate hips that don't actually start yet. I also didn't really want waist reduction so I just made it to fit me as is, though I can probably tighten the laces if I want to.

This is a book purse made from a thrifted book. Who knew that if you put things on fabric, it bulges? Imagine that. So yeah, rip my fancy folding pleats to mimic pages. I just ended up running a thread through thr inside bits of the pleats to keep them together. Lost some functionality, gained aesthetic?

Some relatively quick and easy projects to really live my asventuring elf fantasy. Iput some change in the coinpouch and my meds in the beltbag, gotta be prepared, you know? xD

The elf ears I've had for years, but I psinted ttem with acrylic paint because they discoloured over time. I also added a bunch of cheap but cute earrings - I thought it'd be hard, got my awl out and everything, but I could just stick the earrings through. Easy!

I'm quite pleased with the finished look:

[suzilight]

Dimasi prefers protein fibres like wool and silk. She says they have a “natural intelligence” that makes them better to wear because they thermoregulate and don’t need to be washed frequently.

These materials used to be more common. In 1975 fabrics derived from fossil fuels like polyester, nylon and acrylic represented just 30% of the global fibre market. In 2021, that figure was 64%. By comparison in 2021, wool represented just 1% of the global fibre market and silk was just under 0.2%, although the total production of most fibres has increased significantly in that time.

“I do get mad when I see very expensive designer pieces made from poly crepe – it’s like they’re taking the piss out of the customer,” says Press. “People might say, ‘Well poly is durable,’ but for me it’s just nasty, sweaty plastic – and the only reason to add it to a garment is to save money.”

[technoxenoholic]

got a wool coat at the thrift store today... i'll have to severely alter it before it will actually fit me comfortably (and without looking like a hideous fucking sack), but if i absolutely HAD to throw it on and wear it out in a storm this winter, it would do.

before i get into altering a coat, though, i'm going to make some sweaters and probably a different coat that i have the fabric for, just to work out the pattern before i start cutting away from my extremely limited supply of 100% wool fabric

[ourbastardofsorrows]

hey, sorry for what i said when i was trying to kill you. i know emotions were running high, but that wasn't cool of me. no hard feelings? … what? yeah, of course i still have the knife

[the-busy-ghost]

Knowing very little about clothing construction beyond the basics of how to hand sew in a straight(ish) line, combined with machine made fast fashion garments that fall apart easily, means it takes me waaaay longer to fix a button or a ripped pocket than it really should

[ascendandt]

i make one mistake stitching seams down and lose all motivation to continue 😐😑😐sighhhhhhh

[throwing-roses-into-the-abyss]

does my coat still look like a mens coat? ehhhhhhhh probably not

am I in love with how this is going at the moment? YES.

[dreamland-creations]

𝒰𝓃𝓅ℴ𝓅𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 ℒ𝒶𝒷 ℴ𝓅𝒾𝓃𝒾ℴ𝓃: ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓁ℴ𝓌ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝒸𝓊𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓏ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝒷 𝒸ℴ𝒶𝓉.

[queenshelby]

Used & Abused

Pairing: Dark Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warning: Non-Con, Smut

"Mr Shelby. It is good to see you again," your father said to the stranger who had, ever since you were there, working on the garments, come to the establishment to buy his suits and sample the prostitutes your father employed.

Thomas Shelby, as he was called, looked around and smiled, his piercing blue eyes twinkling with pleasure.

"Who shall it be for you today, sir? Clara or maybe Nadine?" your father offered, naming two of the most popular girls at the brothel.

But Thomas Shelby’s gaze had shifted to where you stood, sewing away at the corner – you weren’t used to be one of the girls on offer, but you were there today to learn the ropes, as your father had put it.

"What about her? Is she available yet for these kinds of services?" the man asked and it was like a bucket of ice had been dumped over your head. You felt your cheeks burning and your heart thumping.

You weren't ready for this, you told yourself. But then, you never would be. It was your first time and you had to start sometime.

"She's new, sir. But she's willing to learn. And she's young, as you can see," your father said, sounding like he was advertising a brand-new product.

"Well then, come here, Love. Let me have a look at you," Thomas Shelby beckoned you over, his voice deep and seductive.

You took a deep breath and walked up to him, feeling the weight of his eyes on you.

"You are quite the addition, aren't you, eh?" he said, taking in your figure and long hair.

You nodded silently, unable to find your voice.

"How old are you?" Thomas Shelby asked, as you stood there, trembling almost imperceptibly.

"I recently turned eighteen sir," you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

The man's eyes lit up at your answer, as if you had just confirmed something he had been suspecting.

"Eighteen, eh?" he said, his voice filled with innuendo. "And did you ever have a man's cock inside you before?"

The question took you aback, and you couldn't help but blush at the explicitness of his words. You shook your head, feeling your heart race.

"Well, then," he said, standing up from the chair he had been sitting on. "I think I'll be your first, eh?" 

Your heart pounded even louder in your chest as he approached you, his movements confident and deliberate. You could feel your body tense up as you prepared yourself for what was about to happen.

"Mr Shelby, I do not think that she is quite ready for someone like you yet," your father interjected, but Thomas Shelby just waved him off.

"How much for two hours of her time, Thompson?" he asked, reaching into his coat pocket for his wallet. "I am going to break her in for you, but I want to fuck her ass too," he added, as an afterthought.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You had never even had vaginal intercourse before, let alone anal. But you knew that there was no turning back now. You had to do this, for yourself and for your family.

Your father, Mr. Thompson, hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded in agreement. "Two hours for two hundred pounds Mr Shelby," he said, holding out his hand for Thomas Shelby to shake.

Thomas Shelby took his hand and shook it firmly.

"Excellent. Now, why don't you show us to one of the rooms?" Thomas Shelby said, his voice commanding as he led the way.

You followed behind him, feeling your legs shake as you took each step. Your mind was racing, and you felt like you were about to be sick. But you knew you had to push through and do this.

When you entered the room, you saw that it was one of the most luxurious ones in the brothel.

It had dark wooden furniture, a plush four-poster bed swathed in velvet drapes, and gold-rimmed mirrors reflecting the room's opulence back onto every glossy surface. The rich scent of incense lingered in the air, providing respite from the bustling house outside.

You stood there, feeling out of place in the opulent surroundings. Your heart was racing, your mind was whirling, and your body was trembling. But Thomas Shelby didn't seem to notice.

He was too busy taking in every inch of the room with an approving nod.

"This will do quite nicely," he said, before turning his attention back to you.

You could feel his gaze on your body, and you shifted uncomfortably under his stare. "Come here, Love. Let me see what I've paid for."

You hesitated for a moment, but then you stepped closer to him, feeling your heart pound even louder in your chest. He reached out and traced his fingers down your arm, making you shiver with fear.

"Good girl. Now undress," Thomas Shelby said, his voice as smooth as velvet, and yet carrying the weight of an unspoken command.

You hesitated, swallowing hard. The thought of being naked in front of this stranger, of exposing yourself so intimately, made you feel incredibly vulnerable. But you knew that you couldn't afford to be timid. Not if you wanted to make it in this business.

Taking a deep breath, you began to unbutton your dress, moving slowly and deliberately, feeling his eyes on you as you did so. It was as though he was sizing you up, trying to determine your worth.

You wondered if you measured up to the other girls who worked in the brothel. Or did your naivety and youth make you more exotic, more desirable? You felt a wave of anxiety wash over you as you slipped your dress off your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground in a whisper of fabric.

You stood before him, barefoot, wearing only your undergarments.

"Such a pretty thing, aren't you, eh," Thomas Shelby said, his voice low and seductive. 

He traced a finger across the satin of your bra, pressing gently against your nipple until it hardened under his touch. You couldn't help but gasp, feeling desire flood through your body. It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation, yet one that you found yourself craving more of.

"Now, let's get rid of these," Thomas Shelby said, gesturing to your underwear.

You hesitated for a moment, but then you reached behind you and unfastened your bra, letting it fall away from your body. 

"Perfect," Thomas Shelby murmured, his gaze fixed on your breasts.

You felt exposed and vulnerable, but also strangely powerful, knowing that he was looking at you with such unabashed desire. And yet, you knew that this was just the beginning.

Thomas Shelby slipped off his jacket and tossed it aside, before unbuttoning his shirt and rolling up his sleeves, revealing the strong, toned muscles of his forearms. He stepped closer to you, closing the distance between you with a single stride.

"Undo my belt," Thomas Shelby said, his voice low and commanding.

You did as he asked, unfastening the buckle and tugging the leather free from the loops. Your hands trembled as you did so, and you felt a lump form in your throat.

His manhood was already erect, straining against his pants, and you couldn't help but feel a touch of fear creeping in.

"Now, Love, I want you to get down on to your knees for me," Thomas Shelby ordered, his voice firm.

You hesitated for a brief moment, but then you obeyed, sinking down onto the plush rug that adorned the brothel room's floor.

"Take out my cock," he then commanded and you gulped, your hands trembling as you reached for the zipper of his trousers, tugging it down.

Thomas Shelby's manhood sprang free, hard and imposing. You felt a wave of nervousness wash over you, unsure of what to do next.

Thomas Shelby must have sensed your apprehension, as he reached down to gently stroke your cheek.

"Don't be afraid, Love," he murmured, his voice soft and coaxing. "Give it a little stroke," he said and you nodded slowly, taking a deep breath as you wrapped your fingers around his manhood, feeling its warmth and hardness. Thomas Shelby let out a low groan of pleasure, his fingers tightening in your hair as you began to move your hand up and down.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Encouraged by his words, you continued to stroke him, feeling more confident as each moment passed.

Thomas Shelby, meanwhile, seemed to grow larger with each passing second, his manhood throbbing in your grip.

And then, he tugged gently on your hair, pulling you closer.

"Now, I want you to open your mouth," he instructed, his voice low and firm.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then, you obediently parted your lips, your heart racing.

He guided his cock towards your waiting lips, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of panic. But you knew that this was part of your job, your duty to him. So, you closed your eyes as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth.

"Relax your lips, Love," Thomas Shelby instructed, his voice barely containing his desire.

You tried your best to comply, even as tears threatened to spill down your cheeks.

You were overwhelmed and under-prepared.

"Keep your mouth open, Love," Thomas Shelby urged, his hips moving faster as he thrust his manhood deeper down your throat. "Nice and wide. That's it."

You tried to comply, but it was difficult. You were not used to this. You gagged and spluttered, tears streaming down your face, as he faced you with a passionately intense expression, his pupils dilated.

The sickening sound of your saliva echoed around the private room of the high-end brothel and you could not help but feel degraded.

Drops of clear salty pre-cum streamed from his swollen tip, as he pumped in and out of your mouth, commanding and selfish until, eventually, Thomas pulled himself out of your mouth with a satisfying "pop" and stroked himself as he watched you.

You tried to stand up, but he held onto your shoulders, practically pinning you to the floor.

"Where are you going Love?" His eyes were wild with desire.

"Suck it, go on," he said as he pushed his hips towards your face, forcing you to return to your given task as you watched some more pre-cum ooze from the head of his manhood.

With your hands now wrapped around his thighs, you began to weave your tongue arround the engorged head of his cock and slowly began to move your mouth up and down, following his rhythm.

Thomas groaned with pleasure.

"Oh, yes. Just like that Love. Take it in deep," he panted as he guided your head forward, encouraging you to pick up the pace.

Your head bobbed up and down, his pubic hairs tickling your nose as you swallowed more of him inside of you.

You felt a strong surge of disgust and humiliation, but you suppressed it, fearing the consequences.

Thomas's grip on your shoulders tightened and he pushed himself further into your mouth. You fought the urge to choke, your mouth opening wider to accommodate his length. The feeling of salty wetness on your tongue grew more frequent, and you could hear his breaths quickening, becoming more shallow and erratic.

"That's enough," Thomas finally said, pulling out of your mouth with a pop.

You fell back onto the plush rug, breathing heavily, your lips feeling sore and swollen.

"It is time for me to fuck that virgin cunt of yours now, eh," Thomas said, his voice a low rumble.

"So take off your panties and lie down for me, Love, and spread those lovely legs so I can get a proper look at you," Thomas Shelby instructed, with that same damn smirk on his face.

You nervously obliged, sweat glistening on your brow, as you slowly slipped out of your lace underwear. The sensation of the plush rug beneath you only amplified the vulnerability you felt as Thomas Shelby's gaze roved over every inch of your naked body.

You tried to shrink yourself, to make yourself smaller so as not to draw attention to the parts of yourself that made you feel exposed and raw. But, still, his attention lingered on those very places, stripping you down even further.

"Lie down I said," Thomas repeated firmly, breaking through the spell.

You did as he told, scooting back onto the bed and reclining against the plush headboard.

Thomas Shelby climbed onto the bed as well, settling himself between your legs.

You could feel your heart hammering in your chest as he gently pushed your knees apart, fully exposing yourself to him for the first time.

Looking down at you, his eyes seemed to darken with desire as he took in the sight of you lying there naked and vulnerable before him.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he murmured, his voice full of gravel.

Holding himself up on one arm, he reached out with the other and traced a finger along the curve of your hip, watching as goosebumps broke out across your skin.

You shivered involuntarily, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement gallop through you.

This was it. There was no turning back now.

"I am going to have a look at your little hole now. Just to make sure that you are ready to be stretched out," Thomas said, pulling out a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand.

He uncapped it and poured a generous amount onto his fingers, the slick substance gliding easily between his digits.

You tensed up, closing your eyes, as Thomas approached your entrance. You weren't prepared for the pain. It burned as Thomas pushed his fingers inside you, opening you up.

His fingers explored your depth, thrusting inward and out, mimicking how he would soon take you entirely.

A streak of blood stained his fingers, betraying your innocence. 

“So you are a virgin, eh,” Thomas murmured with a groan of sheer pleasure, withdrawing his finger before plunging it back inside of you.

"Your tight little cunt is already bleeding, just from being fingered," His grin grew increasingly wicked, his eyes devoid of apology or regret. Instead, he reveled in your helplessness – a youthful pawn to be manipulated and claimed by the wealthy gangster.

"I will need a lot of lube to get my cock in that little hole," Thomas declared nonchalantly before withdrawing his finger and wiping it clean on the sheets.

He reached for the bottle of lubricant and poured a generous amount on his manhood, making sure to coat it thoroughly. You winced at the sight, taking in your newfound reality.

"Don't worry, Love, I know it's a big cock, but it will fit, just take slow and deep breaths," Thomas reassured you, his flashy confidence beating down on you.

He shifted his position, guiding himself towards your entrance.

"Don't fight me, alright?" Thomas asked, his voice thick with lust and anticipation. He didn't wait for an answer before he pushed forward, his manhood breaching your walls and causing you to cry out in pain. 

"Jesus Love, you are tight," Thomas grunted, a look of pure ecstasy on his face as he buried himself deeper inside you.

You felt a burning sensation as he filled you up entirely, your body not used to the intrusion. You bit your lip hard, trying to stifle your cries of discomfort.

Thomas paused for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size. But then, his instincts took over, and he started to move.

"Fuck, let me have a look at this hole now," he eventually grunted, pulling out and shifting backward.

He brought his swollen, slick manhood into view, before leaning back in and finding your entrance again. Pushing himself inside, he winced at the tightness of your young body - the heat of it clenching around him, as if holding on for dear life.

You let out an involuntary whimper as he thrust into you, your fragile frame protesting the intrusion. Thomas was relentless, though. Driving his manhood mercilessly, over and over with deep, powerful thrusts.

Kneeling in between your open legs, he could watch his cock vanish into your body, reappear, and repeat the process until satisfied.

Your torn opening welcomed him, blushing red and dripping. He liked that you looked tender and abused, the way his movements had marked you.

He wondered if thoughts had occurred to you, even once, about changing your mind about this line of work. But it was far too late for that.

He leaned back, staring at your stretched out body beneath him.

Your breaths came out ragged, muffled sobs that somehow turned him on.

You were a novelty to him, a conquest in the form of a vulnerable young woman.

Streaks of blood painted his manhood, leaving no doubt that he had successfully claimed his prize. Your body shook with sobs, the pain of your first time magnified by the size of him. It wasn't a pleasurable experience, not like the stories whispered between girls in hushed, excited tones. It was a violation, a forceful claiming.

"Fuck, Love, you feel so good around my cock," Thomas grunted, his voice syrupy with lust.

His hips moved like a mediocre piston machine, the searing pain between your thighs making it difficult for you to breathe.

You bit down on your bottom lip, tears streaming down your cheeks.

The headboard knocked against the wall harshly with every thrust and your heart raced like a fugitive.

You closed your eyes, shutting out the image of Thomas looking triumphant between your spread legs.

You were in too much pain to say anything, your entire body stiffening under his touch as tears streamed down your cheeks.

You could hear the wet sounds of him ravaging you, the scent of sex permeating the air.

He gripped your hips, pulling you closer as he moved rhythmically, his every thrust jarring you to the core.

It burned to be ripped open like this, your body unused to the violent invasion until, suddenly, he pulled out and reached for the lubricant again.

"Turn around now, Love, and get on your hands and knees," Thomas instructed you, his voice hoarse with lust.

You hesitantly complied, your heart pounding in your chest as you positioned yourself on the bed, your bottom sticking up in the air.

Thomas didn't waste any time, pouring more lubricant onto his slick manhood and rubbing it in.

"Nice and slow, Let me in," Thomas said, his voice a desperate whisper.

Without warning, he guided himself towards your exposed rear this time, the head of his manhood pressing against your tight entrance.

"Relax, Love," Thomas whispered. "It'll hurt less if you do."

You took a deep breath, trying to relax your muscles as Thomas slowly pushed himself inside you. The sensation was intense and foreign, a new kind of fullness that made you clench up despite your best efforts.

Thomas groaned as he entered you, his rhythm slow and steady.

"Fuck," he muttered while you choked back your tears. "You're so tight, so fucking tight."

The aching sensation burned within you as Thomas thrust deeper inside. Your knuckles were white from gripping the sheets, but you focused on the pain to keep yourself grounded in reality. His hands dug into your waist, pulling you back with each forward motion, creating a brutal rhythm you'd never imagine could exist in the world.

Thomas was completely consumed by the animalistic need to dominate. He ignored the sound of your ragged breathing and tears on your pillow. Why someone chose to put their penis into one's anus was always a mystery to you, but you supposed that some people just had certain tastes. And Thomas Shelby seemed to have quite the acquired taste.

"Oh, fuck. You have no idea how good this feels," he groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

With each movement, you could feel yourself being stretched even further, your body protesting as Thomas took what he desired.

"It's almost over Love,"

Thomas grunted as he picked up his pace, the headboard battering against the wall with a loud thud, threatening to break free from its hinges.

You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to focus on anything but the burning pain inside your bowels. 

Thomas's breathing grew labored, his movements more urgent as he chased his release.

"Yes, Love! I'm going cum!" Thomas called out, grabbing onto your hair and giving it a firm tug. "Deep inside your bowels," he growled, emptying himself into you with a shudder.

You could feel him pulsating deep inside of you, filling you up with his warm release. Your body felt battered and bruised, a testament to the brutal invasion it had just endured.

Thomas slowly pulled out of you, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. You could feel him slip out of your body, leaving behind a gaping void.

You immediately collapsed onto the bed, your entire body trembling as tears of pain and humiliation continued to stream down your cheeks.

"Let me see, Love," he demanded, his voice still thick with desire. He reached between your legs, roughly spreading your cheeks apart, examining his work.

You couldn't help but let out a pitiful sob, feeling disgust and shame rising within you.

Thomas ran his fingers over your rear entrance, causing you to wince, before slowly pushing slowly pushing his fingers inside, causing you to whimper.

"See, it's not so bad, now is it?" Thomas said, his voice dripping with false concern as he collected some of his cum from inside your anus.

He sighed contentedly, savoring his conquest as he withdrew his finger and brought it up to your lips.

You recoiled as he first made contact, but he grabbed your chin and forced his finger into your mouth, smearing your cheeks and mouth with his cum.

"Such a dirty little girl," Thomas murmured, his deep voice reverberating through the room. He continued his assault on your senses, tracing your lips with his cum, forcing you to taste him, making you accept what had happened between you two.

"I will be back tomorrow for some more," he then announced, his voice full of satisfaction as he stood up and began dressing.

[moonstruckme]

whimsical muggle reader who loves taking note of strange occurrences (i swear my shoes weren't here! like luna basically lol) and marauder bf who can't tell her yet about magic but loves doing some tricks for her to find. (you can pick which marauder! i was gonna go remus but i'm biased lol)

Omg I had so much fun with this, thank you for requesting!

Sirius Black x whimsical!reader ♡ 657 words

“You’re such an old woman, Moony,” Sirius says. “Is that a gray hair I see?” 

“Your fault,” Remus replies mildly. 

“We’re not all obligated to go clubbing whenever the fancy strikes you,” James argues on Remus’ behalf. “I’ve got a match tomorrow, and our poor Moony’s head is hurting him. Give us a rest.” 

“No rest!” Sirius cries, standing from the couch as if he’s addressing a weary army rather than two reluctant men. “Rest is for the elderly and geriatric.” He looks at you hopefully. “You want to go out, don’t you darling?” 

“I’m not partial to clubs,” you reply, but your attention is already elsewhere. “Remus, if you have a headache, you should have Sirius make you some of his tea. He made me some when my head hurt last week and it set me right as rain.” You glance at your boyfriend, considering you with peculiar smugness. “And the same happened when I had the hiccups a few days ago. He has a remedy for everything.” 

James cocks an eyebrow. “Does he?” 

You hum in prideful affirmation, but Sirius seems almost sheepish as he sits back down on the couch, tucking you against his side. “I’ve always been good at brewing,” he says to James with a shrug. 

“You should make him your tea,” you urge softly. 

Sirius kisses the side of your head. “Moony’s headaches are a bit tougher than yours, angel,” he says, adding at your troubled look, “but I’ll make him some later if he likes.”

“Hey,” James says brightly, “what if we go to the pub on fifth? It’s usually quiet in there. We’ll just stay an hour or so.” 

You’ve been dating Sirius long enough to know how this goes with his friends—one hour will turn into four before any of them notice—but nod complaisantly at the hum of assent that goes up from the other boys. 

“Let’s go.” Sirius hops back up before anyone can change their minds. He grabs your coat from the hook by the door, holding it out for you. 

“Oh.” Your mood sinks slightly as you remember your coat. “I should probably go get another from my room. I tore that one yesterday, remember?” 

“I fixed it for you.” 

Sirius gives it a shake, signaling for you to take it from him. You do, looking at him in awe. 

“Really, Siri? That’s so nice of you.” You feel along the hem of your jacket in search of the split you’d made the day before. You can’t find it, nor any of the smaller blemishes the garment had acquired after years of wear. “How did you do this?” 

“I sewed it,” he says breezily, shrugging on his own well-loved leather coat. 

You run your fingers over where you could swear the tear had been. “There’s not even a line or anything.” 

Remus shoots him a look you can’t decipher, and Sirius gives you a somewhat thin-lipped smile. “What can I say? I’m magic with a needle and thread. Put your coat on, baby.” 

You realize then that all three boys are already waiting for you at the door. 

“Oh, sorry.” You carefully pull on your newly impeccable jacket, following them outside. “Thank you, Siri.” 

“Anytime,” he vows, hand finding its way into your back pocket as James leads you all to the pub. 

“You’re so good at fixing things,” you murmur, almost to yourself. “My coat, and when you glued my mug back together so well, and when my peperomia came back to life.” 

Sirius chuckles. “It didn’t come back to life, angel.”

“It was dying,” you reason. “I couldn’t get it to stop wilting, but then all of a sudden it perked up.” 

“You must’ve nursed it back to health,” he replies, and his tone is blasé but the smile he shoots you is oddly pleased. He gives your ass a playful squeeze. “Stranger things have happened, sweet thing.” 

Around Sirius, they certainly have.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Willy and y/n just met and they talked about their dreams together like Willy wants to be the best chocolatier while y/n wants to be the best seamstress there ever was and they were each other’s first customers like y/n tried his chocolates and Willy let y/n fix his coat and when she finished Willy accidentally says I love you and y/n said it back and then both realized they said I love you to one another

so sorry this took a little to finish, anon ):

ℬ𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You had first met him when he came in to your newly opened shop, a rip in his coat had caused him to land at your front door. The place was colorfully decorated, and it was neat.

“Hello! How can I help you?” You said happily, you had just opened up today and he had been your first customer.

“Hi!” He said back, your excitement was radiating off of you practically. He reciprocated it. He walked up to the desk you were behind.

“I just ripped this on my boat, and you were the first seamstress I’ve come across. Could you… by any chance fix it?” He held up his coat in his hands, showing the clean rip. It was small, thankfully.

“Okay. Yeah, easy fix. Should take only a few minutes. If you want you can take a seat, or stand. There’s food and drinks over there.”

“For free?”

You nodded, smiling at the man. He smiled back and quickly walked over to the food and drinks, after not having eaten for hours.

He watched from afar as you sat down in your little room, carefully sewing and mending it. You were engulfed in it, and you were very fast.

Once it was done, it looked just as it did before, as if the tear had never existed.

He smiled as you handed it to him, he put it over his shoulders.

“Thank you…” he said, not finishing his sentence as if waiting for your name.

“Y/n. You are?”

“Willy Wonka.” He held his hand out for you to shake, you shook it, and you didn’t realize the piece of chocolate he had slid into your hand upon doing so.

You smiled and looked at it. “You’re a chocolate maker?”

“Indeed I am.” He said, rummaging through his pockets for his sovereigns.

He found 2, handing both to you.

“Only one is fine-“ you said, but he slid both to you anyways.

He shrugged, “it’s a gift.”

You smiled. “You know, you’re my first customer.”

“Really? Well, you’re the first person I’ve given my chocolate to.”

You looked back down at the chocolate wrapped in gold foil. You smiled as you put it into your mouth, he watched for your reaction. You smiled, it was delicious. Probably one of the best- if not the best- thing you’ve ever had.

“It’s amazing. Way better than anything from the gallery.” You said, shocked at it.

“You think so? That’s exactly where I’m headed.”

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Now days later, you both walked down the streets. You both walked with no worries in the world, not ms Scrubitt, not the police, not the chocolate cartel.

It was cold out, and you held a hot chocolate made specially for you from Willy.

“You know, I think you’re gonna be the best chocolatier ever.” You said once you both sat down.

“Yeah?” He asked with a smile, looking at you.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I think you’re gonna be the most famous seamstress. I can already see your name on billboards.”

You smiled at him, and you rested your head onto his shoulder.

“Mmm. You think I can do it?”

“I know you can.” His fingers traced over the spot on his coat that you once sewed and fixed for him.

You smiled again, getting up and giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

“I love you.” He says quietly when you set your head back on his shoulder.

“I love you.” You shut your eyes, not even realizing what you had said until after.

[absfawn]

ㅤ❝ 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 ❞

designer!abby spends all her time, or as much time as she possibly can in her shop, making sure everything is perfect, nothing out of place, or untidy that will annoy her and send her into a spiral of stress. her blue bright eyes always doing double glances at the mannequins in the window and around the room, displayed with old and new designs. some that took her hours, meanwhile some that she spent months perfecting. the small details that had her hands hurting and fingers cramping with the amount of patience and time she spent crafting what was once a rough sketch in her many books, to real life. 

the lights make it more beautiful as she just leans her body on the counter, and takes everything in. this was her life. something that started out as a hobby one day in her childhood, and has become her job. small diamonds embroidered around the waistband of the new design she came up with, a slim silk dress, that sparkles when the light catches perfectly, her lips curve up into a smile and she can’t help but giggle. she did that. 

designer!abby completely spaces out during measurements. her fingers work delicately against the fabric, her glasses slip down to the bridge of her nose, flyaway hairs sticking to her forehead, skin glistening with sweat, and a sweet hum of something she hears on the radio fills the subtle silence. too into making something new that she didn’t even register the ding of the bell above the door ringing when someone walked in. didn’t even feel the cold rush of air as her brows furrowed and tongue poked out from the corner of her mouth, deep in thought. 

well, that was until the soft sound of someone clearing their throat behind her made her turn around.

turning around … more like dropping her scissors and holding her chest in panic. not aware anyone was in here. the glasses on her nose slip more as she pants like she just ran a fucking marathon.

“sorry, sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you. you just looked really focused, didn’t want to ruin it” they apologized quickly, holding a hand over their mouth to stop the giggles that came out when abby slumped against the counter with a small nod. “m’sorry”

a crimson blush coats the apples of her cheeks before she can stop it, the warmth in her skin is so hot that she feels like she’s going to burst into flames any second. “s’okay” the blonde giggled nervously, pulled her glasses off and slipped them into the pocket of her jacket before clearing her throat. “can i help you with anything?”

“i’ve always been too scared to come in here”

she knows, she sees you looking through the window everyday, or mostly everyday. she doesn’t have to ask to know who you are. you’re all over the tv, the internet, with your gorgeous dresses and different pieces of jewelry at each event you attend. but she doesn’t say anything, she just politely smiles and tucks a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “you’re always welcome to come in, you know?”

“everything in here is just so pretty, and you are precise with everything. quite perfect” you whispered, too scared to say it louder in case you scared her.

“it’s not, m’not that good” abby stammered, cheeks flushing a darker red at the praise.

“bullshit, i’ve seen what you do. read every article about the new designs you’ve come up with. everything you make is perfect. m’too scared to buy anything because your designs are so detailed, so creative and beautiful. i admire them. i admire you”

turning around to hide her blush, the blonde cleared her throat again and carefully placed her scissors and measuring tape back in her small sewing kit. your words had her feeling like a teenager, too scared to say or do anything that might make her make a fool of herself. so she stuck with simple, “is there anything you want to try on?”

“i noticed your jewellery. i really like the silver diamond necklace you made” 

“oh?” her voice cracked slightly, suddenly too nervous. her body turned around slowly to find you a lot closer than before. “do you want you try it on?”

“yes, please”

you studied abby as she made her way behind the counter, huffing and grumbling under her breath about something along the lines of i really need to tidy up around here before looking up, a silent okay for you to come over. thankfully you haven’t noticed the deep blush she’s been sporting since you opened your mouth and watched you place your purse on the glass and looked at all the jewellery with wide, yet sparkly eyes.

“people tend to go for the clothes, the necklaces? not so much” she trailed off, shrugging her shoulders lightly as she carefully placed the necklace on the counter beside your purse. eyeing you up subtly.

before you could pick it up, abby was already sighing and shaking her head. “what’s wrong?” your voice soft and sultry like honey. 

“sorry, i just don’t think silver would work”

“why?”

“i think gold would suit you better. it brings out the brightness of your eyes, and it would look really pretty on you” abby really? she scolded herself while you looked away with a shy smile. “m’sorry, i don’t usually tell people what they should and shouldn’t wear” 

“do you think so? the gold?”

“of course” 

the next few minutes slowed down for you both, one minute she was admiring you from behind the counter and the next she was standing right behind you, placing the necklace around your neck and clasping it together. her blush returns quite quickly at the sound of your breath hitching in your throat once her fingers graze your skin, soft and gentle to the touch.

“how does it look?” you asked, breaking the utter silence that surrounded you both. her eyes were glued to the necklace around your neck when you spun around to get her opinion. this time you spotted the blush on her face and giggled at her. “does it look okay?”

“s’really pretty” abby nodded quickly, unaware of the way you were smiling at her. “it suits you much better than the silver. it goes really well with your eyes, like i said, gold brings out the brightness of them” she smiled, fumbling with the fabric of her jacket sleeve. 

“thank you. how much is it?”

“oh, no. consider it my gift to you” the blonde choked out, were you really doing this, abby? pushing your purse away when you went to grab it. “please, take it”

looking at her for a few seconds, you nodded reluctantly with another shy smile. “okay, thank you. really. i promise to keep it safe”

“you’re welcome, and i hope you do” abby smiled, palms suddenly sweaty as she watched you slip your bag over your shoulder and brush your hands down your dress. “i hope you have a really good day” really?

“thank you,” you laughed and held your hand over your mouth. “i hope you do too, abigail”

designer!abby who can’t help but blush and giggle like a goddamn teenager, finally, when that same night you post a picture of the same necklace she gave you, with her account tagged on your social media. orders upon orders coming through her emails quicker than she could keep up with.