Sew-mates | Yandere x Reader x OC Oneshot

Bloody Boutique

After your mom had passed away out of seemingly nowhere, all of her assets went to you, including a little shop she owned: Etoile Boutique.

Etoile, or "star" in French, your mother had named it that in order to manifest that the boutique would become so widely known and famous that you two would roll in riches. And when your mother was still alive, she would work countless hours upon end to fulfill the orders of each customer who decided to give this tiny boutique a chance.

And now, it was placed in your hands.

One problem though,

you can't sew for shit.

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"What now?" you asked out loud, burying your face in your hands as you stood behind the boutique's front counter.

Turning nineteen just a few months ago, excited to live your life as a slightly more experienced adult than you were a year ago, only to have all those expectations crushed when your mom was hospitalized out of nowhere. When you visited her, she told you that she had secretly been hiding news of a chronic deadly illness in her body for months now. Your mother said that she didn't want to burden you with the stress of knowing she might pass away any second, and combined with how expensive the hospital fees would be, she decided not telling you would be the better option.

The vein on your neck nearly burst upon hearing the news.

Now, at nineteen and almost NEARLY broke, you stood in the dusty shop after having closed it up for over a month.

Oh man, you were in for a ride.

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Turns out, running a business was much more complicated than you initially thought. After checking the storage, you found out that your mother had barely left you with anything to sell. Most of it being WIPs, ones where you'd get lost in the countless amount of seams and laces, flipping numerous layers in and out. Everything felt like one big ass puzzle where you were missing many of the required pieces.

Combined with your VERY minimal knowledge of sewing, and how the family bank account was nearly depleted due to your mom's hospital bills, you could feel the gray hairs coming in. If you hired a seamstress, it wouldn't take very long for the shop to go into debt. Thus, you would have to learn how to sew by yourself. Honestly, you wanted to smack the fuck out of your past self for dozing off whenever your mom would try to teach you.

And so, going into your mom's office and dusting off her vintage sewing machine, you sat down at her work table and took in your surroundings. Growing up, a lot of your childhood consisted of your mom busily working away in her office while you went to school or worked part-time. You had never even thought about taking over the shop in the first place, which is why you never paid attention to her lessons. Your dream had nothing to do with sewing. Instead, you want to travel all over the world, meet new people, try new foods and experiences, and live life to the fullest.

But with Etoile Boutique being the last living memory of mom, you knew in your heart that you couldn't bear selling it off or closing it down entirely.

No. Using your last and only brain cell, you were going to run the shop. Somehow.

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