You Probably Won't See It - Connor Sharpe x reader

Chapter 21

“Fair.”

I scrolled past another “sugar fairy” costume and gagged. “Okay, hear me out. Black corset. Fishnets. Fake blood. Big ears. Fangs optional.”

“Yes. Yes to all of that. And heels tall enough to kick a man’s ego.”

We both cackled.

My room looked like a costume explosion. Lace, vinyl, ears, gloves, and one rogue feather boa littered the floor. Yumi was already sketching up two ideas side by side: hers had a silver blade strapped to the thigh. Mine? Black boots, dark lipstick, and blood dripping from the mouth.

“Killer bunnies it is,” I announced, snapping a pic of the sketch. “We’re gonna look like the final boss level of a horror dating sim.”

She grinned. “And give those Sharpe boys a heart attack.”

I raised a brow. “Yumi.”

“What?” she said innocently, still sketching. “I saw the way someone looked at you when you stood up last night. And then acted weird the whole brownie baking moment.”

I blushed instantly, throwing a pillow at her. “You’re imagining things.”

“I never imagine things. I observe and destroy.”

I sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “I don’t even know what’s happening. He almost kissed me, and then.... Then Laura came in. Then movie night. Then lunch today where he barely looked at me except when he did. And now? Twins dressing the same? It’s a whole fever dream.”

“Sounds like romance to me.”

“Sounds like brain damage.”

She chuckled. “Whatever it is, you need to wear something that will ruin his life for, like, five minutes. Just to be safe.”

“Oh, I plan to,” I said, holding up the bunny ears. “These are going on top of a murder fantasy.”

We both giggled again, then fell into a comfortable silence, her sketching, me scrolling through fake blood tutorials.

After a minute, I broke it. “Do you think it’s a bad idea? Going all out?”

Yumi looked up. “You mean looking hot?”

I nodded. “Or maybe just... making it a thing. I don’t want to be that girl who thinks a kiss means everything.”

Yumi sat up and turned toward me. “Y/N. You kissed. There’s tension. That’s not in your head. But showing up to this party in a fire costume is for you. Not him.”

I exhaled, letting her words sink in. “Okay. Let’s burn the place down.”

“Atta girl.”

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At the party

The bass was already pounding through the walls before we even stepped inside.

Yumi and I exchanged one last look under the flickering porch light, both of us smirking like we were about to commit crimes (because we kind of were).

"Ready to cause emotional damage?" she asked, pulling her bunny ears straight.

I adjusted my corset slightly, took one final breath, and nodded. “Born ready.”

We walked through the front door like we owned the damn place.

And all eyes?
Yeah.
They turned.

Because we did not come to play.

Our matching black corsets hugged in all the right places, dripping with faux blood that trailed down from our lips and hands. My skirt barely long enough to be legal was shredded at the edges, fishnets torn just enough to look dangerous. My boots? Platformed and laced up to my knees. I could stomp a man’s pride with these.