sad boy

oliver 'olly' mosley. twenty six. it was ten o clock in the morning, of course i was high.

[oliver-mosley]

audencraneberry·:

While picking up extra shifts at the B&B had been a good idea in theory, the practice of it was practically dragging Auden to the grave. Every day she woke up early, got her father and sister prepped for their day, and dragged herself to clean vacant rooms that, more often than not, tourists left undesirable, and every night she was left so tired she hardly knew where she was going. This night in particular, the girl’s eyes were half-closed as she cut through the park, the sound of a guitar filling her ears and making her smile softly. However, Auden wasn’t expecting the voice, nearly jumping out of her skin. “What?” she breathed, her eyes finding Oliver and causing her shoulders to deflate. “I don’t want to offend you and say no because that would be rude. Will you settle for I didn’t mean to but I’m glad I am anyway?”

Oliver noticed the female and couldn’t help but chuckle softly as she jumped, putting up his hands in defense. “Hey, I’m sorry -- I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said with a smile. He listened to her as she talked, eyes glued to hers. “Yeah, I’ll totally settle for that,” he said with a smirk, scooting over a little to allow the woman to sit beside him. “I’m Oliver, but everyone just calls me Olly,” he added, introducing himself politely to the blonde.

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beckettramsey·:

Beckett had never been one to bite her tongue, and with Oliver, it was as though she didn’t have a filter at all. Though, sometimes she was certain that was part of the appeal between the two of them. Sitting next to him, she couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning in a little so her breath would be warm against his ear as she whispered her next set of words. “Does that work on all your girls?” She was playing coy, the twisted smirk on her lips evident of that. Leaning back a little, she peered over at the taller man with a crooked grin. “Trying to find something to do in this boring little town.” She replied, crossing her legs at the ankles. “Got any ideas for me?” It was absolutely an invitation for trouble, but the look on Beckett’s face spoke wonders to the fact that she wasn’t in the mood to behave. 

The man shivered at the feeling of her warm breath against his ear, already entranced by the woman. It really was that easy with Beckett. “Usually,” he said with a chuckle, biting down on his bottom lips as he spoke.  “We can’t have a girl like you getting bored now, can we? I’d be happy to be of service,” he said with a flirty smile directed at the brunette. “How about we go get some drinks and see where the night takes us?” He asked her in a low, seductive voice. With her, Oliver was never on his best behavior, and he loved every second of it.

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beckettramsey·:

Beckett was hardly the town’s ray of sunshine. She was sweet enough, when she wanted to be, but anywhere she went, the sound of her heels seemed to warn those around her. This seemed deaf on Oliver, though, who spent more time in her bed than most of the other unfortunate souls in town. “Something like that.” She chimed, taking a seat next to him. “I actually didn’t expect to see you out here. But, nobody around here seems to play music the way you do. I’d recognize that sound anywhere.” 

Seeing that it was Beckett who approached him made Oliver more happy than he’d let on. He grew quite fond of the girl, though he’d never admit to it being anything more than just sex. A sly smile appeared on his face at her words, looking down at her as she sat beside him. “Some might argue the best music I make is actually what happens when we are together,” he teased, nudging her ever-so-slightly. His words were rather corny, but he held a certain charm about him that made most women swoon. “What have you been up to, beautiful?” 

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saffronsskies·:

When Saffron wasn’t working, she was out and about in Bluebell, trying to find ways to entertain herself - which was more often than the former.  Humming a little to herself, she spotted Olly across the park, a grin spreading widely across her face as she all but skipped over to him, plopping down next to him just as he was addressing her.

“Oh you know I am,” one of her favorite past times was to do anything that would be considered breaking the law, so naturally she tried to spend as much time hanging out with Olly as she could.  “What’re you workin on?”

“Good to hear. I was getting just so lonely over here,” he joked playfully. He liked Saffron a lot and the trouble the two always got into was certainly something he loved about their relationship. At her question. Olly shrugged his shoulders and grinned. “Oh, you know -- just fucking around and seeing what sticks,” he said to the woman. “Do you want something to drink?” He asked, curiously raising his eyebrow and pulling out a flask from his pocket. Of course, filled with his drink of choice, whiskey.  

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junkgirlolive·:

As most Sundays went, Olive went to church with her family followed by dinner and then was sent on errands for things they’d forgotten to get while out shopping that week. But thankfully the list was small and allowed her free time to wander around a little and take in the lovely weather. Hearing a guitar being strummed nearby, she allowed her feet to carry her in the direction of the music, pausing as the man stopped playing and looked up at her. “Hmm?” She looked around to see if it was her he’d been speaking to before chewing her lip a little. “I can…if you’d like me to”

Oliver looked up at the woman and gave his best charming smile to her. “I’d love for you to,” he said simply, moving his guitar over a bit and invited her to sit beside him with a nod. “I’m Olly,” he introduced himself, extending a polite hand to her. Was he half motivated to be so kind because she was a cute girl? Of course, but that was typical Olly behavior. 

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It was another beautiful day in Bluebell and what better way to spend an evening than being half fucked up in the park and getting some prime guitar practice in? As he mindlessly picked at his guitar, he found himself plucking a tune that was very satisfying to the ears. He would most definitely have to use that in the future. He stopped for a second as he heard footsteps approaching nearby. “Hey,” he said with a smile. “You trying to keep me company?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at the other person.

[oliver-mosley]

Did you know that OLIVER ‘OLLY’ MOSLEY has called Bluebell home for TEN YEARS? It’s hard to believe that the TWENTY-SIX year old CIS MALE looks so much like BILL SKARSGARD. Word around town is that HE is PRETENTIOUS and CYNICAL but I think they are CREATIVE and CONFIDENT. Last I heard, they were working as an MUSICIAN/BARTENDER. 

TW: Drug Abuse

Olly is basically an e-boy, there I said it. no but really, he’s a indie rock musician who writes songs about drugs and his broken heart a lot.

Sometimes he wears guy liner, you can call him out on it. I don’t mind.

Music is his number one love, followed by sex and anything that chills him the hell out. He’s not big on uppers like cocaine, and finds that it makes him paranoid and angry. Xanax and alcohol are probably his biggest addictions.

He’s pansexual and a notorious flirt.

Olly sings, plays the guitar, and skateboards. He’s a prime douche of the year 2004. Basically an Avril Lavigne love interest, ya feel?

His band is mildly successful.

Olly has in Bluebell for about 10 years.

Mentally ill, so he self medicates so he won’t always be a sad boy.

He can come off relatively douchey, but he’s not too bad of a guy. If he gets close to someone, he provides them with a loyal connection.