would you believe us if we said that wasn't really JACK INNANEN? well, it isn't .ᐟ.ᐟ that's OLIVER CALLAHAN, a proud resident of pinehaven for the last 26 YEARS. you can find them working over at HOT TONY'S PIZZERIA as a COOK. they're 26, but they hardly look that old! it must be the washington weather that keeps them looking so young .ᐟ.ᐟ word around the town is that they're SCATTERBRAINED, IMPULSIVE, AN ESCAPIST, but we think that's silly. we feel like they're much more LOVABLE, ORIGINAL, DEVOTED. if we had to pick one song to describe HIM, it would be BUDDY HOLLY BY WEEZER. see ya 'round, OLLIE .ᐟ.ᐟ
Ollie was always the kid that everyone liked but no one really noticed. He'd always been in the middle; the middle of three siblings, middle of the pack in school, etc. He was known as the fun one in friend groups, and the one people would call when they needed a laugh or a ride home. Being funny got him attention, so he just never stopped rolling with it; even if it wasn’t always the kind he wanted. To no surprise he was class clown for his graduating class.
After high school Ollie tried community college for about a year, then decided it just wasn’t for him. Of course he was the only one of his siblings not to follow through with that. It made him feel like a disappointment to his parents, but they were supportive and let him figure it out without making him feel shitty about it. After that, Ollie drifted through a string of odd jobs, such as a delivery driver, waiter, and dog walker before landing at Hot Tony's Pizzeria as a cook. It started as a temporary paycheck to get by, but has somehow become his longest running job. it's something he's actually good at it; both the pizza making and connecting with people.
Ollie knows the regulars and remembers their weird orders and doesn't judge them. He tends to turn a bad day around with a dumb joke or a free slice (which he has a tendency to hand out probably too often). He's easygoing and charming, but underneath is just a guy that sometimes lies awake at night wondering if everyone else is passing him by. While they're all getting married, moving away, or chasing something bigger, he's still working at the local pizza place in the town he grew up in. Most of the time he's fine with that, but every so often insecurity creeps in.
Ollie is that friend that always remembers your birthday and shows up with pizza and a stupid card that makes you laugh until you cry. His apartment is as big as mess as he is, but he has a big heart. He's constantly battling between contentment and longing, but keeps that to himself. He'd rather brighten the world with a goofy pun or something that makes them smile. Ollie doesn’t always know what he wants, but knows he wants to feel like he belongs somewhere and doing something that matters.
a little about him:
Oliver 'Ollie' Callahan (fc: Jack Innanen)
26 y/o
status: happily taken by Diego @mourninglure
sexuality: fluid
likes volunteering at community events bc free snacks!~ but also he likes to feel useful
he loves animals & is always willing to pet sit for anyone
has a bonded dog & cat; Noodle & Dumpling
karaoke & bar trivia are some of his favorite social things to do
is weirdly competitive about arcade games & mini-golf
is a D&D Dungeon Master
hasn't had much luck in relationships bc he's not good at being serious & they usually tire of that, but honesty wants to find his soulmate & is a hopeless romantic
golden retriever energy
shows affection by cooking for people
takes leftovers from work to the local shelter
is close with all of his family and super protective of them or anyone he cares about
more a love than a fighter but he'll go to bat for the ones he loves, even if he likely won't win
aesthetics: stickers on a dented laptop, coffee rings on napkin doodles, vanilla candles from the dollar store he thinks makes his apartment cozy, faint smell of gasoline from his beat-up car, keys jingling because he can never find the right one, old sneakers dusted with flour, a faded denim jacket with patches he sewed on, the static hum at the end of an old song on vinyl, soft cotton hoodies with frayed drawstrings
connection ideas:
honestly i'm open to anything & everything, but here are some ideas!
ride or die/besties - James Holbrook, Jimmy Weiland, Diego De La Cruz
📱: ❝ oh! i thought white sauce meant alfredo sauce. ❞
📱: ❝ which i guess it technically could now that i think about it. ❞
📱: ❝ i'll have to try the tony's version sometime! ❞
📱: ❝ …is there a pizza that has honey on it? ❞
ollie: it can! i think it can be like just about any kind of cheese honestly
ollie: exactly! pretty sure there's lots of variations
ollie: next time i bring you a pepperoni i'll bring a white one to try too!
ollie: we have a hot honey pepperoni and it's definitely my favorite thing on the menu
cairo’s night shifts are generally for the most part easy to maintain. it didn’t take him much time to learn how to work the soda and popcorn machines, holster a cleanly environment, or greet guests and help them get into their skates. it was a friday night, one of the busiest days of the week, due to everyone having a break from work or school and wanting to have some cool relaxation time. after he settled the next batch of customers in, he took long strides to the control room to change the playlist that’d play on the overhead speaker system. it was to no surprise that everyone was enjoying themselves, but cairo believed he could do better. he changed the music to something more energetic and upbeat, turning up the volume knob as well. he had a wicked grin plastered across his face before he propped one knee on the chair, swiftly grabbing the microphone to speak on the intercom. “okay, pinehaven, tonight is the night you show me what you got. if you’re on the floor, hold onto someone next to you. if you’re not sure what to do, don’t worry, just follow my lead.” he poked his head out to watch as everyone got into formation, their laughters echoing throughout the roller rink.
“wow, it’s like you guys are naturals,” cairo said into the mic, snickering as he watched the skaters attempting not to fall. “we’ll start off simple, if you’re grabbing onto someone, shake them a little. try not to push them as you’re doing this, i have eyes everywhere,” he warned. “now when the song comes to a pause, skate forward. don’t think too much about appearances and try to let loose and have a little fun,” cairo thought of an idea that would appeal to the younger adults on the rink. “now, 1-2-3 release ‘em! glide left foot over right and bring some rhythm into it, turn this song into one of your own. there’s not going to be individual grading, and i’ll come join you.” once he finished speaking into the mic, he heard loud groans emitting from the rink at his banter, and he laughed to himself. he headed toward the rink, skating through the crowd and back at them.
Ollie had been lingering near the benches, partly focused on tightening his skates and half-watching the mess of a packed night unfold when the music suddenly shifted to something louder and faster. His head snapped up to see Cairo in the control room, grin fully in place. The moment Cairo grabbed the mic, Ollie laughed under his breath as he pushed himself upright. He leaned against the railing, arms folded while he watched the rink erupt into a mix of cheers and groans. Couples clutched each other like lifelines and friends dissolved into hysterics. Someone nearly wiped out immediately.
"Okay, DJ Cairo!" Ollie called out once Cairo skated past him, his voice raised just enough to carry over the music. He stepped onto the rink and skated backwards for a moment himself as he wove through the crowd. Ollie was far from an expert skater, but he'd spent so many times at Rita's ever since he was a young child that he felt confident enough to do a few easy tricks. "You do realize you're about two seconds away from starting an accidental conga line pileup, right?" Despite the teasing, there was nothing but admiration in his expression and a bright grin on his face.
He gestured around them at the laughter and joy buzzing through the rink. "You have everyone eating out of the palm of your hand, man. But maybe don't tell them you have eyes everywhere? I think you traumatized a kid over there. Pretty sure he took that literally."
He was doing a late shift at the shop today, trying to get a particular job completed by tomorrow. Had it not been for his stomach growling that it was time to eat, having skipped breakfast and lunch, Emilio would’ve probably worked the entire night through. Many times he got lost in his work. He told himself he would have a smoke break, during that time, he could use it to think of what he would eat. Thankfully, the night wasn’t terribly cold that he couldn’t stand outside for a few moments. That’s when he hears it: a tiny, pitiful mew from under one of the parked cars across the lot. He squints, crouches low, and spots the small shape—a scrawny black kitten, soaked and shivering, wedged tight against the wheel well. Eyes wide, ears flat, looking like it’s one loud noise away from bolting for good.
“Easy, pequeño,” he mutters, voice softer than he usually lets it get. He stubs out the cigarette half-smoked, drops to one knee on the wet pavement, and starts talking low and steady, the way he does to skittish bikes or people who’ve had a rough night. He digs in his pocket for the half-crushed granola bar he keeps for late shifts, breaks off a piece, and sets it just within reach. The kitten hisses once, then sniffs, inching forward. Emilio doesn’t move, just keeps murmuring nonsense in a mix of English and Spanish—promises of dry towels and warm milk if it’ll just come out. After a long minute, it finally creeps forward, trembling, and lets him scoop it up in one careful palm. Tiny claws prick his skin, but he doesn’t mind. He stands, cradling the little thing against his chest to warm it, when he hears boots crunching on the gravel behind him.
Emilio turns, dark eyes lifting to meet whoever’s approaching, the kitten tucked safe against his ink-covered forearm. He tilts his head toward the bundle of wet fur. “Is this little guy yours?”
Ollie had been halfway through pulling his jacket tighter around himself when he heard the voice, his attention snapping immediately to the sight in front of him. The tiniest little kitten curled up in Emilio's arms. The poor thing was soaked and shaking, but seemed content in his embrace. Ollie stepped closer to his buddy, boots crunching over the gravel as his eyes locked onto the little black bundle. "No, he's definitely not mine. Mine is much bigger and more plump than that. But I think I'm about to emotionally adopt him in the next five seconds if you don't."
His voice dropped, gentle and careful because the last thing he wanted to do was spook the kitten. "Hey, little guy… you're okay. You're safe now. Emilio's got you." He glanced up at Emilio, eyebrows knitting together with concern. "Did you just find him out here like that?" Ollie brightened slightly as it dawned on him that he still had Dumpling's cat sweater in his pocket. The one he kept just in case he could ever get her to wear it on walks.
"Here, you can put this on it, or use it like a blanket since it's pretty big. I couldn't ever actually get Dumpling to wear it." Ollie's eyes softened even more as he looked back at the kitten, lips tugging into a small, fond smile despite the worry. "You're totally a hero, man. Do you think he has a mom around?"
"It really does, maybe we just need to hangout even more." James grinned, his own hands wrapping around his mug of coffee. Hell, he would take every chance that he got to hang out with Ollie. But he also knew that they both had their own lives, Ollie had a job, they were both in relationships, had friends outside of each other, and James had his endless appointments on top of that. Still though, hanging out with Ollie was always one of the highlights of James' days.
He leaned against the counter, grinning as both of the dogs made their way into the kitchen and flopped down between him and Ollie, his eyes back on his friends as he began to speak. Raising his eyebrows some as he took note of the pink flush on Ollie's cheeks, lowering his mug just as Ollie told him about him and Diego. "Ollie!" James absolutely beamed over at him. "That's amazing! I'm so ridiculously happy for you and Diego." And he truly was. Not only did Ollie deserve all the happiness and love in the world but two of his closest friends falling in love? That itself was something special as well. "You deserve it so much, to be this happy, to be in love. Makes me so happy for you and Diego."
Though when asked about his own holidays, James felt himself also turn a deep shade of red. "They were good, things with Rhys, they're... they're incredible, Ollie." Never did he think he would be given this chance, that someone could love him in the way that Rhys did. When his accident had happened, James had accepted that he would be alone rest of his life, that he would be too much for someone to love but damn, how wrong he had been. He paused for a moment, a nervous excitement pounding in his chest at the news he was about to tell Ollie. James turned the smallest bit and set his cup onto the counter carefully.
"I think it's a really good sign of things to come. Like really good ones." And if it was even possible, the red on James' cheeks deepened even more. "I proposed to Rhys on Christmas morning." His signature lopsided grin, one that was reserved for only those closest to him, took over his entire face as he told Ollie the news. A happiness like no other flooding every inch of James, still unable to believe that he was going to be marrying Rhys.
"You know I would never say no to that, man. If only the day had more hours in it. I feel like there's so much I wanna do but half the time what I gotta do interferes. Responsibilities are such a hassle." He'd much rather spend all his time with Diego, James, all his friends and family and animals rather than working. Even so, Ollie did like feeling useful, so work wasn't that much of a pain to him. Despite what most people might think of working at a pizza place, Ollie always enjoyed it. If not, he wouldn't have stuck around the place for so long.
Any time he talked about his boyfriend Ollie could feel the heat rise to his cheeks. This was still new territory for him, even if they'd been together for a little while now. He knew James would be happy for him, but the beaming grin his best friend offered had Ollie lighting up more than he'd thought possible. A palm rose to cover his heart as Ollie relinquished a warm chuckle in response to such support and fondness. He knew James meant every word and that meant everything to him. "Thanks, buddy. Honestly, that means the world to me. I've never been in love before but now I have no doubt that this is it."
Ollie bit his lip to restrain another wide smile as he noticed James' face flushing much like his own. Of course it broke forth the instant James assured that things with him and Rhys were incredible. He noted the pause and waited on baited breath, suspecting there was more to come. James had built up the anticipation and Ollie's heart rose when he spilled it all. "Oh my god, dude! That's so amazing!" He couldn't help but exclaim jubilantly, and while keeping mind of the dogs close by, Ollie was careful when he leapt from his seat to engulf James in a hug without warning.
"I mean, I'm assuming he said yes judging from that big ass grin on your face," Ollie teased lightly, letting go of his buddy's shoulder and taking his seat back so that James didn't have to bother with getting up. "I am so so happy for you! And Rhys too. You said I deserve love and happiness, but so do you. Probably more than anyone." Ollie felt his eyes mist over and he ducked his head as he blinked them away. "I am not crying," he added playfully, punctuating his words with a little sniffle. "Seriously man, I'm thrilled for you. You've been through so much and you're gonna get that happy ending. But now, spill the details. How'd it happen? Have you set a date yet?" He rambled excitedly.
Diego’s world had narrowed to the heat of Ollie’s skin, the sweet taste on his tongue, and the way those gentle fingers tightened in his hair—like Ollie was holding on for dear life, but still so careful, so kind. Every little sound Ollie made hit Diego like a spark: the soft groan, the whispered “Baby…”, the broken reassurances that made his chest ache with something bigger than lust. He was making Ollie feel good. And Ollie was looking down at him like he was something precious. The gentle guidance—the subtle tug to go a little faster—sent a thrill through him. Diego hummed low in response, the vibration rumbling around Ollie’s length as he followed the cue, taking him deeper with slow, deliberate slides. No gag reflex meant he could push further than he ever thought possible, and he tested it now, relaxing his throat as he swallowed around him, eyes watering just a bit at the stretch but refusing to pull back. He wanted more of those sounds. More of Ollie’s praise. More of this.
One hand stayed firm on Ollie’s hip, thumb rubbing soothing circles over the sharp bone, while the other wrapped loosely around the base—stroking in time with his mouth, slick and warm from spit. He pulled back just enough to breathe, lips glossy and swollen, tongue flicking out to trace the underside in lazy, teasing swirls before he sank down again, slower this time, savoring every inch. He glanced up through damp lashes, dark eyes locked on Ollie’s face—watching the flush spread down his neck, the way his lips parted on shallow breaths. God, he was beautiful like this. Falling apart in the most exquisite way, unraveling thread by thread, yet still so soft, still so present—still checking in with those gentle tugs and whispered encouragements, like even now he was making sure Diego felt safe, cherished, wanted. Diego’s heart stuttered hard in his chest at the sight, a fresh wave of adoration crashing over him, making his own arousal throb painfully against the confines of his jeans. He never wanted to look away. And he's never felt more comfortable, safer with anyone like he did with Ollie.
Diego pulled off with a wet pop, just for a second, pressing a messy, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of Ollie’s thigh as he caught his breath. His voice came out rough, wrecked, but full of wonder. “You’re…you’re so good to me,” he murmured against skin, nuzzling there like he couldn’t bear to be away even for a moment. “And you're so fucking intoxicating." Then he was back, taking Ollie in again—deeper this time, faster now that he had the rhythm, hollowing his cheeks as he bobbed, letting Ollie guide him with those tender tugs. His free hand slid up under Ollie’s shirt, fingers splaying over warm stomach muscles, feeling them tense and flutter under his touch. He was hard in his own jeans, aching, but that could wait. This was about Ollie. About making him feel loved, wanted, worshipped. He wanted him to know that he was ready for everything with him, and he wanted everything with Ollie. Diego moaned around him, the sound muffled and needy, hips shifting unconsciously against nothing as he lost himself in the moment.
Ollie's entire body trembled under Diego's touch, a delicious heat coiling tight in his core as those warm lips and tongue worked him with such focused devotion. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of Diego on his knees, looking up at him with those intense, loving eyes that made Ollie's heart pound even harder than the pleasure building low in his belly. The way Diego hummed around him, the vibration sending sparks up his spine, had Ollie biting his lip to stifle a deeper moan. Yet it escaped anyway, raw and breathless. "Diego... oh god," he gasped, fingers curling tighter in that soft hair, guiding with gentle pressure and urging him on because it felt too good to stop. Diego was too perfect and Ollie was struggling to hold back.
He leaned heavier against the counter, knees weakening as Diego took him deeper, the slick slide of mouth and hand pushing him closer to the edge. The praise from earlier lingered in his mind, making him feel seen and adored in a way that went beyond the physical rush. Ollie reached down with his free hand, tracing the line of Diego's jaw. His thumb brushed over those swollen lips when he pulled back for that brief kiss to his thigh, which he was sure Diego could feel the pulse of his groin vibrating beneath. Diego's murmur — rough and full of awe — sent a fresh wave of affection crashing through him. "You're the one who's intoxicating," Ollie whispered back barely, voice husky with need but soft with emotion. His touch lingered on Diego's cheek gingerly as his eyes fluttered with every ministration; still, he tried to memorize Diego's face contorting with arousal.
When Diego dove back in, faster, Ollie let out a shaky breath. His hips twitched forward instinctively into the wet heat, and the hand under his shirt, grounded him even as everything else spun wild. He could see the tension in Diego's body, the subtle shift of his hips, and it stirred a protective warmth in Ollie's chest because he wanted to make Diego feel just as good, just as worshiped. "Baby, you feel so fucking amazing," he murmured, eyes locking with Diego's again, dark and heated but shining with love. "Your mouth... it's... driving me crazy. And god, I love how you look at me." His words came in between shallow pants. The sentiments were encouraging and hot with the truth of his desire, but laced with tenderness. Ollie tugged lightly at Diego's hair, not to control but to connect, pulling him up just enough for a heated glance. "Fuck, I'm close," Ollie warned, feeling his stomach drop and tighten in desperation. He wasn't sure if Diego wanted him to hold out, if he just wanted to just keep experimenting for now; honestly Ollie didn't care so long as he could make Diego feel good in some way.
His eyes locked unto his boyfriend's, giving him full command to tell him what he wanted. "Tell me what you want, babe and it's yours," Ollie demanded softly, another groan spiraling from him as his face settled on Diego's beautiful features, his flushed skin and wet lips. He'd never seen anything sexy or more beautiful in his life. "I'm all yours."
📱: ❝ what is a white pizza, again? ❞
📱: ❝ i'm not sure i've ever actually had one of those, but i've heard of'em. ❞
📱: ❝ sometimes trying something different really pays off, though. you can find new favorites that way! ❞
ollie: it's when they use a white sauce instead of tomato or pizza sauce. i think it varies depending on the place but it's usually like a cheese base like sometimes alfredo or bechemal, or like at tony's it's a blend of cheeses and herbs
ollie: next time i'll bring you one along with your pepperoni to try!
ollie: this is true! i just like having my fav handy too just in case 😂
HE IS SO BORED HIS HEAD IS GOING TO EX – okay, it's not, but it feels that way. everyone else is in a meeting and it feels like they have been for days of end, leaving jj to his own entertainment or demise. whichever came first. he'd already exhausted all options: texting his friends, texting his sisters, tiktok, making spitballs through a youtube tutorial, getting mad because it didn't work and playing paper basketball with the small little trash bin, tiktok again, hoping to god someone puts him out of his misery before it's too late. the door opens and he looks up from the one man game of tick - tack - toe on the notepad he stole from the annoying blonde secretary he's manning the desk of. “oh thank god, i'm so bored. no one comes here. feel like i'm going stir crazy." eyes watch as the boxes are pulled out, wondering if they'd be mad if he stole a slice or three. “something about property zoning? i don't know for sure, but i hear stuff. think someone complained about construction and is making it a huge thing. last time i checked, it wasn't their job, but if they're all in there it must be serious.” eyes light up at his own pizza. yeah, this is why everyone loves ollie: he's nice and thoughtful. “you didn't have to do that – but even if it's not, i eat anything.” unless it's green. “thank you for it. the other guy call out, or you just trying to go on adventures today instead of being behind the counter? a break every once'a while is good.”
"Wow," Ollie replied playfully, glancing between the notepad and the trash can. "I see they have really got you on the important assignments today. Can't believe they'd trust all this power to you." It was evident in his tone he was just giving him a little hell. Truth be told though, he did hold all of the power. After all, no one could get past the front desk without JJ's permission. Or at least Ollie thought that's how it worked. He winced sympathetically. "Oh god, property zoning sounds so dull. Guess I should have brought you some coffee too or something to keep you awake. That's like the kind of thing that turns into a three hour discussion about nothing while everyone slowly loses the will to live. I'm glad at least you didn't have to sit in on that. Talk about brutal." He slid one of the boxes a little closer to JJ with a grin. "I wanted to. I personally would be pretty sad if I had to watch all of the fancy business people order out while I ate my sad sandwich or something. I mean, truthfully they should automatically order one for you anyway, but you know. And don't worry, there's nothing green on it. I kept it basic with the meats and cheese, just in case. And yeah, our delivery guy called out so I figured I'd take the reins for a bit. Honestly it's been pretty slow in the kitchen anyway, so this makes the time go by faster. Do you get to leave any time soon or is your shift only half over?"
tony’s pizzeria was a personal comfort to winnie ever since she was twelve – coming in at least once a week before leaving for new york. now that she was back and settled in as best she could be, she was eager to set foot in the holiest of all places. eyes landing on Ollie behind the counter her lips split into a huge grin, giving him an excited wave as she weaved herself through a few passing customers. “Not yet – I can never decide what I want from here, everything is sooo damn good. How has the festive season been treating you though?” Winnie rambled as she scanned the menu quickly before eyes locking onto him in interest, leaning in the same time as Ollie did. “Is that a challenge? I definitely think I could eat all three to myself. Come on. Childs play.” Winnie scoffed, despite never having eaten three pizzas to herself before – but free food was free food, and she’d never complain about that. “Do I even want to know how he ended up making three free pizzas? And don’t sell yourself short, Ollie, you’re the brightest light in the room without even knowing it.”
Ollie's grin only widened the longer Winnie talked. She always brought a warmth to the room that was effortless and charismatic. He leaned his elbows against the counter, chin resting in his hands while she skimmed the menu diligently. "Take your time. I don't know that there's a single bad thing on the menu, honestly. Except for the controversial stuff, like anchovies and pineapples. There's always someone trying to start a debate about that." Ollie's eyebrows shot up at her challenge, laughter spilling out of him before he could stop it. "Those are bold words, considering I left out that they're all extra larges with stuffed crust. "I admire the confidence though. It's dangerous, but admirable." He laughed again as he sought the words to explain how they'd ended up with extra pizzas. "That would be the Pauly special. Sometimes he loses count or track of what he's already done. And sometimes I think maybe he's a little delulu. But you didn't hear that from me," he supplied, pretending to zip his lips. Poor Pauly could never get anything right. Ollie almost felt bad for him. His expression softened at the compliment, Ollie's playful smile shifting into something gentle and sincere. "Thanks, Winnie. That makes two of us, you know? Don't tell anyone, but you're definitely my favorite customer."
" i know, at this point i'm like — one away from being a crazy cat woman. " jesting with a small chuckle, not too far from the truth, although she was currently content with the three she has. both bengals had come as a bonded pair at the shelter, and really, who was she to say no to both their faces. ragnar had been a gift from her brother after she'd joked about cat-napping him. " a little of both honestly, they're called purr pops, and i made the mistake of getting chicken catnip flavored ones, i'm sure you can imagine how that went. " all of them practically tried to rip it out of her hands with their teeth, pure insanity in the form of three little furballs. placing a couple holiday treats in her own basket, a pensive sigh billowed from her nose. " well, i can say that i at least have most of my christmas shopping done, going for best aunt another year in a row. " she was the only aunt in fairness. " what about you, did you do secret santa this year too? "
Ollie let out a soft laugh, eyes bright with amusement as he shook his head. "I don't think crazy cat woman status kicks in until you start losing track of them, like forgetting their names or how many you have. So I'd say you're good for now. And no offense, but chicken and catnip is you just setting yourself up for failure. I don't think you stood a chance, Safiye. It's always weird to me how catnip has different effects on cats. Most go crazy, but others it just chills them out. Like if I give Dumpling some she gets high as a kite and just lays there for a while like a blob." Her question had him humming thoughtfully as he reached for a nearby display. "Yeah, I did. Mostly because I'm incapable of not going overboard when gifts are involved. Which isn't the easiest on a limited budget, but I tried my best. I keep telling myself I'm done, and then I see one more thing and I'm like — what the hell, why not? But I don't have a best aunt title to defend. Or you know, uncle. Although maybe soon; I think both my siblings are plotting things. So what did you spoil them with?"
Honestly when Maisie saw Ollie come in she would one time out of ever three refuse to let him pay because he was pretty much their best customer. Already she had it in her head to make him a cake as a Christmas gift, one of her chocolate and sour cherry wreath cakes which was basically just a bundt with intricate decoration but she loved a good theme when she could involve it. “Ready? For the holidays? Oh my goodness no, not even close. Although I do have a tree it just thus far remains undecorated. I’m hoping I’ll have some time to do it this weekend. Then I need to get onto making my cakes for gifts, but I don’t mind staying up all night to get those done.” She grinned, grabbing a box so she could pack up his order, blushing instantly as he complimented on her inventive combinations. Baked goods were her passion so to her getting to come up with these things was a total joy, but when people appreciated what she’d made well that was just the icing on the cake - if you’ll pardon the pun. “How about four of each, one of each on the house.” It was posed as a question but it wasn’t because she was already starting to do it as she got a pair of tongues, placing four of each selected baked item in said box. Then he asked about Romy and the woman paused, looking up with a warm smile on her features. “Oh she’s amazing, growing like a weed and I miss the newborn scrunch but it’s also amazing to watch her turn into a tiny human right in front of my eyes."
Ollie's eyes widened the second she started loading the box, hands lifting in mock protest. "Maisie, no, you can't keep doing this to me," he laughed, already fully resigned. "I'm going to start paying you back in pizza if you continue spoiling me." He leaned an elbow against the counter and watched her work with admiration. "Sounds like we're in the same boat with our trees. And that doesn't surprise me. Staying up all night baking very on brand for you. If anyone can pull it off, it's you. Your pastries are magical on their own. I'm pretty sure everyone in Pinehaven would agree." Ollie's expression melted completely when she talked about Romy. "Ugh, that's the sweetest and the most illegal thing at the same time. Tiny humans growing up should be against the rules. But at least she has an awesome mom to teach her the ways." He glanced back at Maisie with a warm smile. "You're doing such an incredible job. Every time you talk about her, it's written all over your face. You just light up. Does she ever get to taste test for you?" Ollie nudged the box lightly once she finished packing it. "Thank you, seriously. I'll pay it forward, I promise. Or at least come back tomorrow and continue funding your bakery empire. Possibly with pizza."
📱: ❝ is it too lame to say that basic pepperoni is my favorite? ❞
📱: ❝ there are so many cool pizzas out there but you can't go wrong with a classic. ❞
ollie: not even! that's my favorite too! every now and then i'll get a meat lovers if i'm like extra hungry but i love pepperoni. consider it memorized!
ollie: i agree! might as well go with what you like. i always hate that feeling of trying something different and then wishing you had gotten your usual instead
ollie: i will say white pizza is pretty amazing too though
Who: Ollie ( @accidentalfireworks )
Where: James and Rhys' apartment
The last few weeks had been an absolute whirlwind. Between Christmas and New Years, there had seemed hardly any time for James to catch his breath. However, one thing he wanted to do was make sure he had the chance to tell his friends and family in person about having proposed to Rhys. Not wanting them to find out through other people or hell, even social media. So he had asked Ollie over for a chill afternoon while Rhys was at work, figuring it was much too cold for the two of them to actually go out and leave the house to do something.
"I know it's only been like, a week-" Pretty sure that was all the time that had passed between them last seeing each other. "But I feel like we have to catch each other up on everything." He grinned, standing near the coffee machine, waiting for a batch to brew. A nervous excitement filling him. Not only was James wanting to tell him about the engagement but he also had a pretty big thing that he wanted to ask his best friend as well.
James reached up and grabbed two mugs, pouring coffee into each of them, handing one over to Ollie. It might have been silly, being able to make a cup of coffee but it was one of those things that James didn't take for granted these days. "How was your Christmas and New Years? Anything exciting happen?" He asked, pausing to blow on the steam of coffee. "How are things with Diego?" James added a moment later, wiggling his eyebrows playfully over at his friend.
Ollie accepted the mug with both hands, fingers wrapping around it as he reveled in the warmth. He didn't mind the cold weather, but was glad James had suggested they stay inside instead. He'd had plenty of that during the Season of Lights. Ollie took a careful sip of the coffee, humming softly in approval as he leaned back against the counter. "I'm a little offended that you said only a week. You know a week without my bestie feels like an eternity," Ollie mused lightly. "Exactly! I mean, who knows what big things we've been missing out on the last seven days."
Since James' return they had been making a point to spend more time together, so Ollie didn't think twice about catching up. He wasn't sure if there was a whole lot to share, but he was just happy to hang with his friend. "The holidays were great, honestly. The usual excitement, although it was extra magical since I got to share it with someone special too." Ollie chuckled happily as he mirrored James' eyebrow dramatics playfully. "Things with Diego are great, thanks for asking. He's great. I um..." Ollie paused briefly, feeling pink tinge his cheeks. "I told him I love him, and he said it back, so things are really, really wonderful. I don't think I've ever been this happy before. I really do love him."
Feeling a bout of rare bashfulness, Ollie's face dipped as he brought the cup of coffee back to his lips for another savor. He smiled at James, warm and expectant as he followed up with his own questions. "“Alright, bestie. Catch me up! How were your holidays? And how are things with Rhys? Since you two are sharing a place now I'm hoping that's a good sign of things to come?"
Diego was falling more in love with Ollie by the second and he couldn't believe that the feeling was mutual. The warmth between them was immediate, the world shrinking until it was just the two of them, breathing, feeling, and in their own world. His hand slid to Ollie’s waist, pulling him flush against his body, letting himself get lost for a moment. The kiss was fiery and tender all at once, a kiss that spoke of longing, of relief, of months of unspoken feelings finally finding release. “Then, I won’t.” He let his mouth wander—slow, reverent—tasting every inch of Ollie’s skin as he moved from his lips to the sharp line of his jaw, then lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the warm column of his throat. Every soft sound Ollie made spurred him on, each hitch of breath like fuel. Kisses trailed up, down, capturing every bit of the man that held his heart so dear and he didn’t care if it was coming off greedy.
He lingered at the pulse point just beneath Ollie’s ear, feeling it race under his tongue, “I love you so, so much,” he repeated, before drifting downward—collarbone, the hollow at the base of his neck, the slow slide of fabric as Diego’s hands tugged Ollie’s shirt up just enough to let his fingertips explore a part of Ollie he had yet to touch. Ollie felt so soft to Diego, warm, his eyebrows furrow as he continues to explore, making sure to commit every bit of him to memory. The way certain spots made Ollie make certain noises, the soft breathing picking up, the way Ollie’s fingers tightened in his hair, Diego wanted to memorize every second of this moment. Both so he could replay it perfectly in his head even after Ollie is gone, but mostly, so if this happened again, he would know what Ollie liked. “Mmm…you’re incredible and you smell so nice.” And he meant it, Ollie smelled like the most intoxicating scent on this planet. Diego wanted to bottle it up, drown in it every second of the day, and it just made him want to devour his boyfriend even more.
He sank gradually to his knees, lips never breaking contact for long, mapping every inch he could. The counter supported Ollie’s weight as Diego’s hands settled on his hips, steadying them both. His own heart was hammering against his chest. He didn’t have any experience with a guy, heck, Ollie was the first guy he’s ever even held hands with. If he was honest, Diego always thought he’d be too nervous to actually admit this to anyone and he wasn’t sure he was ever going to be comfortable doing things with a guy….until Ollie came along. Now he wanted everything, the whole experience, and he wanted it with Ollie. While he was nervous, absolutely so, Diego was more concerned about making sure whatever he did was making Ollie feel good. When he finally looked up, now on his knees, eyes dark and unwavering, locking with Ollie’s, there was no hesitation left—just quiet, fierce certainty. “You’ll have to guide me a bit in what you want,” Diego begins, unbuckling Ollie’s pants, “but just remember, I don’t have a have reflex.” Slowly, deliberately, Diego leaned forward and took Ollie into his mouth, gaze never leaving his.
Ollie's breath caught in his throat as Diego's lips brushed against his skin. Each kiss jolted a shiver throughout him, and it had nothing to do with temperature. If anything, he was growing hotter with each descent of Diego's lips. He was utterly captivated, his fingers threading gently through Diego's hair. Not pulling (at least not yet), but holding on as if to anchor himself in this whirlwind of sensation. The world had narrowed to just them, and Ollie felt a swell of affection so deep it made his chest ache. Diego's touch was reverent and exploratory, and it made Ollie's heart race with a mix of nervousness and pure joy. His eyes fluttered closed with every warm press of mouth on his skin and it took every ounce of willpower to hold himself together. Ollie really wasn't used to this either, as the few relationships he'd had never got too far into this territory. With Diego though everything felt right and explosive all at once.
"I love you so much too," Ollie practically panted as Diego's tongue hovered across his pulse point, which he was sure was racing like crazy; he could practically feel it beating in his head. His muscles twitched to the touch with the wander of his boyfriend's fingers and although he felt so vulnerable, since this was Diego, he also safe. Ollie couldn't stop smiling, it only faltering to release the scattered moan or mewl as things escalated and he could feel his arousal building. He knew that every word Diego uttered was truly how he felt and that made Ollie's confidence soar. He yearned to pull the same reactions from Diego but it seemed his boyfriend had other plans first. When Diego sank to his knees, Ollie's eyes widened slightly as a flush crept up his neck. He leaned back against the counter for support, his hands trembling just a little as they rested on Diego's shoulders. His quiet admission of needing guidance only made Ollie love him more. It was honest and vulnerable, and Ollie was about to reassure him that he didn't have to rush anything, but he couldn't quite manage words as Diego's mouth engulfed him.
"Oh, fuck," was about all Ollie's brain could compute at that moment, his express coming out as more of a groan that anything else. He'd already been growing hard the instant Diego's lips were on his skin, but feeling the warm heat of his mouth around his cock brought him to full tilt. "Baby..." Ollie whispered, his voice soft and laced with wonder as he looked down into those dark, earnest eyes. "You don't have to rush. Just... like this is amazing. You're amazing. And incredible. And so fucking gorgeous." Ollie's free hand cupped the side of Diego's face tenderly, thumb brushing over his cheekbone in a soothing caress. The warmth of the moment enveloped him, and he let out a quiet sigh, his body relaxing into the care Diego was offering. Now his fingers did tighten slightly within dark locks, and he guided Diego's head gently to go a little faster. He was encouraging without demanding, savoring the closeness that made his heart feel full to bursting. "Just... if you do need to stop... that's okay..." Ollie reassured, his words broken up in shallow breaths with new each sensation.
