» yves sat at the bar, sipping at her vodka on the rocks and listening to the only slightly above average live music that was playing at tango maureen’s. it was her first time attending the kink club - and she wasn’t so sure if she was drunk enough to be ready to step into the next club room, where anything and everything was allowed to happen. upon seeing a familiar face approach her at the bar, she decided to make light-hearted conversation. ❝i bet you five dollars i can guess your trauma. and i bet it revolves around… daddy issues, ❞ she let the acidic drink burn her throat again, ❝ i’m just messing with you. do you want a drink ?❞
olly wasn’t really one to frequent tango maureen’s unless it was to watch live music. walking into the establishment his only intention going in was to listen to the music and get a bit drunk, maybe if he was drunk enough slide into next room but that was very open-ended. the brit made his way through the crowd towards the bar, muttering many ‘pardon me’s’ as he went. upon arriving to the bar, he saw there was only one seat left next to a blonde and quickly snatched it up before someone else saw it. as soon as he sat down the person next to him caught him off guard with a quite off color remark about trauma which wasn’t off base. olly looked around to make sure it was him she was talking to before she made her next statement letting him know it was a joke. he let out a small relieved chuckle before offering the lady a smile. “ i’m gonna need it after that scare. “ the brit teased before adding. “a gin & tonic then, if you don’t mind. “
olly could feel eyes on him as he sat at an empty table, coffee in hand as he tried to decompress for his fifteen minute break. he, however, had forgotten to take off his apron, making it look like he was just sitting around on his phone. still feeling a heavy gaze on him, olly looked up and locked eyes with the person staring. “ sorry, i’m on break - not slacking i promise. “ he called out to the person, his english accent only adding to his charm.
meet OLIVER FORD !! to read more about him click the link below !!
full name: oliver hayworth ford
nicknames: olly, ford
age: 23
birthday: june 23
zodiac: cancer
gender: cismale
sexuality: bisexual
height: 5′10
body type: muscular
distinguishing features: freckles across his cheeks & tops of his shoulders
tattoos/piercings: left ear pierced
about - *TW DEATH/CHILD-EMOTIONAL ABUSE/VIOLENCE/CPTSD*
norma earl never wanted children and she stood by that until she met terrance ford. it was the kind of love that hit hard and fast. the duo fell so quickly that the people in their lives had a hard time catching up. they moved in with each other within two months of dating and by the fourth month, norma was pregnant. terrance wanted to do the noble thing and proposed, wanting to step for the kid. norma was hesitant, having always planned on never having children but she loved terrance so much that she figured it wouldn’t be so bad with him around to help. everything was going fine for the couple until 8 months into the pregnancy, terrance got into a car accident which involved a drunk driver which unfortunately took his life. norma was stuck, too far along in the pregnancy to get rid of it and now completely alone with a soon to be born child she didn’t even really want to begin with. when terrance died, norma broke in a way that could never be fixed and she held onto so much anger about his death that she pointed onto her child.
as soon as oliver was born, norma barely touched him or even looked at him. her and terrance’s parents would take turns looking after the baby because to them norma was still mourning her husband which wasn’t untrue. soon there wasn’t much of an excuse for norma to never be alone with her child and her anger started to become an issue. she blamed oliver for terrance’s death, using the logic that if she hadn’t gotten pregnant that none of that would of ever happened and she would be happy without him. every second she got, she’d remind him of that. before he could even speak, she’d drill it into him that he was to blame for his fathers death.
as oliver grew older, his mother’s insults and anger turned to violence. she knew he’d never hit her back or fight because he was taught not to hit women. it all escalated the day he accidentally broke a vase which was the last straw for her and she pushed him to the ground before kicking him in the stomach. occurrences like this became more and more normal along with the constant reminders of how much of burden he was, how he is the reason his fathers dead and how much his mother wished he didn’t exist.
while this was all happening, no one knew. his grandparents, his teachers, his friends. no one knew that his mother was treating him this way because he’d gotten so used to her abuse that he wanted to please her and make her happy because he thought he deserved it all. it wasn’t until he started high school that he started to realize that this wasn’t normal and he had to get out. olly secretly got a job and told his mother he was studying late so he could save money to move away after high school. he worked and saved until he finally had enough combined with the money his grandparents gave him as a graduation present. olly left the day after graduation, got on a plane and stepped off in nyc. he called his grandparents and told them he left the uk because he needed to ‘find himself’ because it was easier to say that i can’t be in the same country as my mother.
olly stumbled into the avenue one night, not knowing the history or significance of the place. he was deep in the closet, still in the denial about being bisexual but with his new found bravery, he walked into himbo’s and walked out with a job. he came out three months after starting there and has worked there ever since. his life has gotten so much better, so much happier and for once he wasn’t faking his smile most of the time but the memories and pain he suffered in his childhood was too much for him to just move on from. he has trouble sleeping, riddled with nightmares that plague his sleep and remind him of the horrible things his mother did. everything is starting to catch up with him but he’s too stubborn to ask for help or let anyone know that he needs help to begin with.
personality
olly has always been a friendly guy who can make people smile. very literally the type of guy to give you the shirt off his back if you need it even if you don’t ask but would rather pull out his own tongue than express his own feelings. his childhood is at fault here, the abuse making it hard for him to trust himself and his judgement of other people so he’s constantly worried if people would judge him or think he’s too damaged or unlovable so he just pretends nothing bad is ever going on with him. that being said, he doesn’t do relationships or love and gravitates towards unattached arrangements like hook ups.
wanted connections:
friends, hookups, fwb, romantic interest ( pls mssg me if ur interested in this bc im picky lmao ) etc ! if u have any open connections u think olly would fit dont hesitate to hmu !
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