mossy💿

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part 1

a/n: imagine being roman's sugar baby ;) credit to @takiimuncher 4 the idea :P

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The salon smells like acetone, perfume, and something overly sweet from the little candle burning near the register. Quiet R&B hums through the speakers while afternoon sunlight spills across the glossy white floors. You sit reclined in the massage chair with your legs crossed at the ankle, half paying attention to your pedicure while scrolling lazily through Instagram.

Your phone buzzes once then again and again. You glance at the screen and see it's Sage calling you sigh dramatically before answering, "Hello?"

"OH MY GOD finally," Sage blurts out instantly, "Okay don't hang up.” You pull the phone between your shoulder and ear while reaching for your iced coffee, "I'm iterally busy."

"Doing what."

You look down at the nail tech painting the first coat of dark cherry polish onto your toes, "Can you use context clues please." Sage ignores you completely, "Okay listen. My friend knows somebody who knows somebody on this music video set and they need another girl tonight." You stare blankly ahead for a second, "Okay?"

"No okay as in YOU should do it."

You let out a quiet laugh through your nose, "Sage, I don't wannaaa."

"Girl you didn't even hear me out yet."

"Because every time somebody says that it ends up being weird."

"It's not weird."

The nail tech gently taps your foot to reposition it and you absentmindedly adjust, "How much are they paying?" Sage tells you and your expression changes, "Oh?"

"Exactly!"

You lean back slower into the chair now, "What do I have to do."

"Literally just stand there and look hot."

"That sounds fake."

"I'm serious! It's for some artist's music video."

"What artist?"

There's shuffling on the other end, "Rommulas."

"Who?"

Sage pauses, "You don't know who that is?"

"Uh no"

"Oh my god."

You laugh quietly, "What? Should I know him?"

"He's literally huge right now."

"Well obviously not huge enough."

Sage starts laughing loudly into the phone, "You are SUCH a bitch."

"I'm serious," you say, smiling a little as you inspect your nails, "I have literally never heard of that man in my life." The nail tech asks if you want square or soft square, "Soft square please." Then back into the phone, "What even is his music?"

"How do you not know? Okay whatever. They specifically asked for girls with like…"

"With what."

"…That look."

You raise an eyebrow at your reflection across the salon mirror, "What does that even mean."

"You know exactly what it means."

"Hm"

"Pretty. Mean-looking. Cool. Whatever your whole thing is."

A tiny smile pulls at the corner of your mouth the compliment lands more than you let show.

"And they're paying for glam too," Jasmine adds quickly, sensing you folding.

That gets your attention immediately, "Hair too?"

"Yes."

"…What time?"

"See? I knew you were gonna say yes."

"I didn't say yes."

"You basically did."

You roll your eyes, reaching for your iced coffee again, "What time, Sage"

"Like…eight?"

You glance toward the salon windows the sky outside is already starting to turn gold-orange, "Hm."

"You can make it."

"I know I can make it," you say flatly. "I'm deciding if I want to." The nail tech switches feet, carefully guiding your ankle with both hands while you stare absentmindedly at your reflection again.

"You'll literally just stand there looking hot for like three hours and leave with money."

"That sounds suspiciously easy."

"Pretty privilege exists, babe."

You hum softly at that, "I guess."

"And apparently the creative director specifically liked your instagram."

That catches your attention you pause mid-sip, "My instagram?"

"Yeah. I sent your profile."

You narrow your eyes, "Sage..."

"What?"

"You sent strangers my Instagram?"

"They work in music, not human trafficking."

"You don't know that." You inspect your freshly painted nails while thinking about it truthfully, the money sounded nice and you didn't really have anything planned tonight besides dinner with friends you barely even wanted to see. Plus the idea of getting paid to exist beautifully for a few hours wasn't exactly difficult still you liked acting difficult first, "So what am I even wearing?"

"They said they have wardrobe."

Your face twists, "Ugh."

"What?"

"I hate when stylists try to put me in ugly shit."

"They won't"

'They always say that."

"You are so dramatic."

You smile faintly into your drink, "I know."

"And apparently the artist himself approved you."

"What does that even mean."

"Like they showed him your page and he picked you."

"Okay...?"

"You don't care even a little bit?"

"No?"

"You are unbelievable."

You laugh softly, "I literally still don't know who this man is." The nail tech finishes the final coat and reaches for the tiny bottle of cuticle oil. You wiggle your toes slightly, admiring the glossy deep red. "Okay," you say finally, "Text me the address."

"I knew you'd go!"

"If it's corny I'm leaving."

'Can you stop saying that."

"I'm serious."

"You say that about everything."

"Because most things are corny."

Jasmine laughs again, "Whatever. Bye diva."

"Byee."

When you get to the place you sit there for a second after the car stops, staring out the window.

Your driver glances back briefly, "This it?"

"Unfortunately."

You grab your purse, smooth your hair once in the reflection of the window, then step out into the cold night air. Almost immediately, someone holding a clipboard spots you, "Y/n?" You look over slowly, "Yes?" The girl laughs nervously, "Wardrobe's waiting for you."

A production assistant leads you deeper into the warehouse, "You're honestly like exactly what they wanted.” You glance over, "What did they want." She hesitates, "I don't know. Like cool? Mean?" You snort softly, "Thank you..."

"No no I mean that in a good way!"

By the time you reach the glam area, three different people are already waiting. One stylist looks up from a clothing rack and visibly relaxes, "Oh thank god."

You laugh, "That bad?"

"You have no idea."

Another girl walks over holding up a tiny fuzzy orange jacket. Your eyes narrow slightly at the jacket the girl was holding. "Trust me," she says quickly, "It's gonna look insane on camera." You let them guide you toward the makeup chair bright vanity lights hit your face instantly. Someone takes your purse, someone else hands you water, and another person starts brushing through your hair.

It all happens so fast you barely speak for a minute. "You have beautiful bone structure," the makeup artist murmurs while tilting your chin slightly toward the light.

"Thank you."

Meanwhile another stylist kneels nearby organizing shoes, "They said they want her very femme fatale," somebody says behind you.

"That's literally already her," another voice answers.

Your phone buzzes in your lap.

Sage: did you go???

You snap a blurry picture of the vanity lights and send it back.

You: unfortunately

Sage: BITCHHHHHH

You smile faintly to yourself before setting the phone back down. The makeup artist darkens your liner slightly, then pauses, "Wow."

"What?"

"You literally look like a 90s movie star." The stylist helps slide the fuzzy orange jacket over your shoulders carefully so the makeup won't smudge then finally they turn the chair toward the mirror fully. The sharp liner, glossy lips, and the warm orange tones against your skin you looked expensive.

The stylist grins behind you, "See?"

You tilt your head slightly at your reflection, "Okayyy."

"Told you."

A production assistant suddenly rushes over, "They're ready for her on set." You stand slowly, adjusting the jacket while everyone makes tiny last-minute fixes around you.

Across the room Roman barely looks up at first he's slouched back in the folding chair near the monitors, phone loose in one hand while somebody from production talks at him about lighting changes.

Then you walk onto set and his thumb stops moving. The orange lighting catches the gloss on your lips while the little fur-trimmed jacket slips low off your shoulder with that lazy expression on your face like you're mildly inconvenienced to even be there.

Roman looks up fully this time, "Yo."

Hollis glances over from beside him, "What."

Roman nods once toward you and Hollis follows his line of sight then pauses, "Damn." Roman leans back slowly in the chair, eyes still fixed across the room, "That's the one they sent me earlier."

"The Instagram girl?"

"Mhm."

Hollis watches you for another second while a stylist adjusts your sleeve, "She looks mean as hell." Roman lets out a quiet laugh through his nose, "A little bit." Hollis smirks faintly, "You picked her 'cause she3s hot or because she fit the video?"

Roman finally looks away long enough to grab the water bottle near his foot, "Both." Hollis nods like thats fair enough then after glances toward you, "She definitely fits the video."

Roman doesn't answer because now you're walking across set behind one of the assistants, and somehow every person you pass keeps turning their head slightly after you move past.

Hollis notices Roman staring again and snorts quietly, "You locked in already?" Roman twists the cap off the water bottle and takes a sip without responding.

Across the room, one of the production assistants gestures toward a chair beneath the lights. "So basically," she explains to you, "you're just gonna sit here for this shot." You glance at the setup, "That’s it?" She laughs awkwardly, "I mean…yeah."

Roman watches you cross one leg over the other before sitting down carefully beneath the lights completely calm and unbothered like none of this impresses you at all. "Yeah," Roman mutters beside Hollis, "She's bad as fuck."

Hollis notices his stares, "You gonna keep staring or..." Roman cuts his eyes toward him briefly, "I'm not staring."

"Right..."

A production assistant suddenly walks over toward you, "Hey, Roman wanted to introduce himself before we start." You glance up from your phone, "Oh ok." The assistant waits for more of a reaction but nothing comes.You stand slowly, smoothing your skirt down slightly before following her through set.

You stop in front of him up close he's taller than you expected. You finally understand why Sage was acting dramatic earlier he had a sort of look to him.

"Hey," he says.

"Hi."

"I'm Roman."

"Y/n."

Roman looks at you for a second longer than most people probably do not even trying to flirt yet just studying you. Meanwhile you glance briefly toward the giant set behind him, "I like the lighting."

Roman's eyebrows lift slightly, "The lighting?" Like he expected for you to compliment something else or somebody else.

"Mhm."

You gesture vaguely toward the orange-red glow flooding the room, "It's nice.."

A tiny smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth, "Yeah?'

"Yeah."

His eyes drift briefly toward the jacket hanging off your shoulder, "That jacket looked terrible on the rack."

You look down at it once then back at him, "Well good thing it's on me now." Roman lets out a quiet laugh through his nose for the first time all night. Before either of you can say anything else, somebody calls out from behind the cameras, "Ready for first positions!"

When the music starts for the videk you don't fully get it not enough to fake being impressed at least. Your eyes trail after him for a second before drifting away again then back. You give a tiny side-eye when he says a line you think is a little ridiculous.

Barely noticeable but the camera catches it and Roman notices too. From across the set, while he's doing his thing, his eyes flick toward you for half a second. The look on your face like you're silently judging him somehow it fits the video perfectly.

You don't look bored exactly you look dangerous like the pretty girl at aparty who doesn't laugh at anybody’s jokes. The music cuts abruptly, "Reset.'

People move again and Roman walks off-camera while somebody fixes some fly aways from his hair and adjusts lighting behind him. You stay sitting in the chair, checking your nails then you feel somebody stop near you.

You glance up slowly, "What."

Roman's mouth twitches slightly like he's holding back a smile, "You always look at people like that?"

"Like what."

"Like they're stupid."

You stare at him for a second, "I'm literally just sitting here."

"Mmm."

You narrow your eyes slightly, "Your lyrics are...interesting."

Roman actually laughs quietly at that, "Oh so now you’re listening."

You tilt your head slightly, "Trying to."

He looks down at you for another second longer than necessary before somebody calls him back toward set, "Roman!"

When filming finally wraps, the warehouse feels quieter.You sit in front of one of the vanity mirrors in the glam area, pulling bobby pins from your hair one by one while your phone rests against your thigh.

One of the stylists passes behind you carrying hangers, "You seriously saved this shoot tonight by the way.' You glance at her through the mirror, "Yeah?"

"I'm serious," she laughs, "The camera loved you."

You try not to smile too much at that and your phone buzzes again.

Sage: DID YOU MEET HIMMMMMM

You roll your eyes immediately.

You: girl pls

Sage: IS HE HOT YES OR NO

Before you can answer, movement in the mirror catches your attention. Roman he's walking toward the glam area slowly with his hoodie back on now, hands shoved into the pocket while somebody from production talks to him beside him. The second he reaches the doorway, the other guy peels off in another direction and Roman keeps walking straight toward you.

You turn slightly in the chair, "Hey."

"Hey."

His voice sounds rougher now somehow probably tired. Up close, you can smell his scent of smoke and expensive cologne. You pull the last pin from your hair slowly, "So," you say casually, "did I outshine you?" A quiet laugh leaves his nose and you grin faintly, "I'm kidding."

Roman leans one shoulder against the vanity beside you, eyes drifting over your face for a second before looking away again, "You leaving?"

"Probably."

"You got somebody picking you up?:

You shake your head once, "Uber."

Roman nods slowly like he expected that answer rhen he looks at you deeply, "You did good today."

"All I did was sit there."

"No," his gaze drifts toward the monitor area outside briefly, "camera liked you." Roman studies you quietly for another second then reaches into his hoodie pocket. At first you think he's grabbing his phone instead it's his wallet.

You glance up again and before you can process what's happening, he pulls out a thick wad of a hundred dollar bills and your eyebrows lift.

"Take it."

You actually laugh a little from pure confusion, "For what?"

"You worked."

"The production team's already paying me."

He holds the cash toward you anyway completely serious, "Get yourself somethin’ nice." You stare at the money for a second there's a LOT of it. Sowly, your eyes lift back to his, "You always carry this much cash?"

A tiny smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth, "Sometimes."

You laugh quietly again, shaking your head a little. Your eyes flick back toward the money still extended toward you patiently like he already knows eventually you’ll take it and that confidence annoys you a little, "You just hand girls money all the time or what?"

Roman's expression barely changes, "No. Wouldn't hand it to you if I didn’t want you to have it."

"You're weird," you murmur finally. Roman laughs quietly under his breath, "And you still haven't took the money." You look at the bills one last time then slowly take them from his hand. You glance down at the amount again and let out another small incredulous laugh, "This could literally pay somebody's rent."

Roman shrugs lightly, "So?"

You look back up at him with a grin and shake your head. Maybe Roman wasn't so bad?

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An: Smoking that nomeimporta pack #oomfblunt

Bg: This is gonna be set throughout the spring semester, so in January-May okay? okay!

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Pulling into the Westwood Village complex, you’re hit with the sheer scale of the place. It’s "student living," but the resort-style amenities and the price tag suggest otherwise. Everyone here goes to UCLA, but looking at the luxury of it all, you’d think you were in a different tax bracket entirely.

You kill the engine and text R your car make and color, then let your phone drop into your lap. 

It’s been a while since you had to buy from a new plug.

You and Cleo have been buying from Smokey since you guys enrolled, and sure, weed is legal in Cali, but those dispensary prices are definitely not college-student friendly.

 You’re nervous, a little ball of anxiety sitting in your stomach, but you have to do what you have to do if not for you, for girls' night.

As your thoughts circle, you see a figure turn the corner. He has a hood over his head, but you can see thick, dark curls bounce as he walks. Your heart starts doing double-time. You instinctively turn your music down and check yourself in the vanity mirror, trying to look effortless. You pretend not to notice him until he knocks on your window.

You look up and roll the glass down. “Hi,” you say with a small smile.

“Hey,” he says back, his voice deep and smooth.

He looks like something you could only conjure up in a dream. He rests a hand on the top of your car, leaning into your window, his face inches from yours. The position alone makes your heart jump. He’s gorgeous.

 Smokey was reliable, but he didn’t look anything like this.

“I got what you need, pretty,” he murmurs. “You got the cash?”

“Cash?” you ask.

“You don’t take CashApp, Apple Pay, Zelle … literally anything electronic?”

“Nope. That’s how the feds get you.”

“I’m sure the feds aren’t worried about you,” you counter.

“You never know. But unfortunately, no cash, no bud.”

You let your forehead thud against the steering wheel in defeat.

You hear him chuckle a low, rich sound that makes your skin tingle.

“Who you bank with?” he asks.

You tell him, and he nods toward the exit. 

“There’s one down the street. Let’s go.”

“Like… you and me?”

“Yes.”

An opportunity to hang with this new sexy plug? Absolutely.

 “Come in.”

You hit the locks, and he makes his way over, sliding into the passenger seat. The scent of him, something warm and expensive, fills the car instantly.

“You have no safety precautions,” he notes, watching you pull out. “You don’t even know my name, and I’m in your car.”

“Well, if you wanted to kill me, you would have done it by now.”

He laughs and sticks his hand out. “I’m Roman.”

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

“Your name fits you, pretty,” he says, his eyes lingering on you.

You feel the heat creep up your neck as you start the four-minute drive. To ease the silence, you ask, “So, you go to UCLA?”

“Yeah. Last semester. Graduating in May.”

“Oh shit, me too. Congratulations.”

“Same to you. What’s your major?”

“Marketing. And you?”

“Business Entrepreneurship.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“That tracks. So is selling like… practice for the entrepreneurship?”

His laugh is deep, and you find yourself pressing your thighs together at the sound of it. As if you could feel the vibration in your body.

“You could say that. It’s taught me a lot way more than my classes, honestly. It’s like a shady internship.”

“I like how you think,” you respond, turning into the bank.

You park and turn to him. “Seventy-five, right?”

“Fifty is cool.”

You actually gasp, looking at him to see if he’s joking. He just looks back and smiles. You scramble out of the car and walk toward the ATM, your mind spinning. 

Fifty dollars for a zip? 

Twenty-eight grams of weed? 

The math doesn't make sense, but you aren't about to argue.

As you make your way to the ATM machine you can feel his eyes staring at you and watching your every move. It makes you hyperaware of all the movements you make.

The slight swaying of your hips in your pajama shorts.

The exgarrated bending down to reveal your ass while you insert your card and type in your PIN.

50% off discount made it feel fair for him to stare. Might as well give him something to watch.

The sound of the money dispensing wakes you from your trance, and you walk back to the car to hand him the cash.

“Here you go.”

“Appreciate that, mami.”

He hands you a bag, but it’s not what you expected. It’s a collection of perfectly rolled joints. Your voice can’t hide your excitement. “You rolled it all?”

“Something told me you would appreciate it.”

“I’ve never bought a zip in my life and had it come pre-rolled.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. “I know.”

The drive back is short, and before you know it, you're parked in front of the poolhouse again.

You look at Roman, feeling a rush of genuine gratitude. 

“Thank you so much. You have no idea how much I appreciate this.”

“Yeah, of course. But all this comes with one condition.”

Your eyes catch his. You see his gaze flicker down, taking you in before locking back onto your eyes.

“You don’t buy from anyone else again.”

You nod immediately, but he doesn’t like your answer. His hand reaches out, fingers grazing the bottom of your chin as he tilts your face up.

“I need you to use your words, Y/N. I need to make sure you understand me. You aren’t gonna buy from anyone else right? ”

“Yes, Roman,” you breathe, your heart hammering against your ribs.

“I won’t buy from anyone else.”

“Good girl.”

He lets go and walks out of the door, but he comes back to your window one last time. He leans back into that same position, looking into the car.

“Let me see your phone.”

You hand it to him without a second thought. He types his number in, his thumb brushing the screen as he saves it.

“If you need anything, whenever, you text me on that number, alright? Enjoy the rest of your night, Y/N. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

“Yeah… same.”

He taps the top of the car one more time before walking away, leaving you sitting there in the quiet, smelling like him and holding a bag of his work.

An: imma fuck him till he the blunt

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