𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 , 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲

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Forty-Five

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edited by the wonderful amazing canadian icryoverfictionalmen ‼️‼️‼️

Things are not fine, things are not okay, things are not great.

We were so careful.

So, so, so, careful.

It had been 2 weeks, 4 days, and 8 hours since the 'communication' with Alex.

2 full weeks of bliss.

"Iris..." Ollie backed out of her kitchen slowly, a sly smile on her face.

I stepped forward, leaving Alex to stifle laughter behind me, "Listen, you are not to speak of this, not to think of this, not to f*cking dare tell a soul about this."

The teen begins to explain herself, "Just because I saw you making out with Big Q doesn't mean I'm sworn to secrecy—"

"I'll hurt you." I threatened, glaring daggers at Ollie.

"Listen, listen, we're great friends Iris—I see you as a sister figure y'know—so you can understand my feelings towards this—" She suggested, her tone reminding me of Tommy.

"You are not going to tell anyone."

Ollie ignored my statement, "Can we talk about you though?" She ponders, a cocky grin set upon her lips, "You guys actually went along with it."

"We didn't 'actually go along' with anything." I scrutinized, "It's truly none of your business—"

"Well, when you're making out in the middle of my kitchen in which I own, it automatically becomes my business." Ollie cut me off quickly, gesturing to herself dramatically as she spoke.

"I—we were not—making out—in the middle of your kitchen—" I stammered, watching as Ollie became more amused, "Listen—you can't tell people."

"Why not?" She shrugged, "It's only a matter of time before Ranboo finds out—then Vee—then Tommy—then Tubbo...etc."

"No Ollie, that's not how this sh*t is going to work." I stepped closer to the teen, the brunette eyeing Alex behind me as I continued, "You are going to stay quiet."

"Why?"

"Because—It's complicated—to—explain—" I stuttered, glancing at Alex for a moment, "So you just need to—stay quiet."

"...What about a—business proposition...?" Ollie asked, leaning against her kitchen counters, "Exchange for secrecy?"

"Business?" Alex perked up, glancing between the brunette and me.

"Blackmail's the better way to put it." I said flatly, "What do you want?"

"I want to go to the UK—and steal Vee."

"You want to kidnap Vee?" Alex asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, if you put it that way..." Ollie trailed off, meandering her words slightly, "It seems a bit more illegal..."

"You're okay with traveling?" I asked, my interest peaking in this plan.

She answered with an unsure tone, "Well—I'd do it for Vee and Ranboo's sake."

"But what about your sake?" I questioned.

"I'm fine." The teen assured, "I just need to steal Vee, and I'll be able to hang out with Tommy as well."