i love being spoiled but you gotta do it right. none of that desperate “i love you soo much and i spoil you bc i think you’re so pretty and sweet” nonsense. don’t put me on a pedestal!! i want attitude!!! i want “c’mon, i’m buying you something nice now bc it’ll make me feel good. go pick something out, and if you pick the cheapest thing there’s gonna be a problem.”
synopsis: Sevika is basically your babysitter. She follows you everywhere because Silco, your father, pays her to. You’re a high-strung, bratty, spoiled princess who constantly likes to party and get high, but you have secrets and so does sevika.
tags/warnings: drugs, alcohol, mention of suicide, suicide ideation, sex, dark thoughts, bratty reader, spoiled reader, young adult reader, older sevika, age gap, fem reader, rich reader, mel is lowk a drug dealer, sevika HATES mel
A/N: i just bought a shit load of books to read about drug usage and recovery so i made sure i wrote this as accurately as i could 😭😅
"Sevika," you slur, your hands palming her shoulders as she drags a tipsy you up the stairs of your house towards your room.
You slump forward, your vision spinning sideways.
Sevika scowls under her breath, easily catching you.
You always stank of alcohol, smoke, and whatever drug you managed to get your hands on. It's a miracle you were still alive with the amount of poison you put in your body. "Ugh, you're heavy." Try to stand up straight or something. "Don't need you vomiting on my jacket."
You narrow your eyes as best as you can and swivel your head to stare at Sevika. "Are you calling me fat?" You slur angrily.
"Jesus," Sevika muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at you. The last thing she needed was your over-dramatic ass throwing a fit. Sevika hoists you up against her side, practically dragging you up to your room.
"I called you heavy, dumbass. Now stop talking before you make yourself dizzy."
"You're so strong," you slur, already onto the next topic as you palm Sevika's biceps.
Sevika gritted her teeth, ignoring the way your hand rubbed her arm. You were so damn irritating that she didn't even bother replying to your words. Why were you like this?
The two of you finally made it up to your room, and she pushed you through the door. You flail forward, your body heading straight towards the floor.
Sevika curses under her breath and at the last minute grabs the back of your shirt collar and yanks you upright before you could eat shit on the floor.
"Damn it, kid, sit down properly." She drags you the last few steps to the mattress and lets you go, crossing her arms. "You're lucky Silco pays me extra for this bullshit."
You turn around to face her, swaying slightly. "Wait, waiiitt," you slur, trying to be as serious as possible. "Look at me."
Sevika lets out a heavy sigh and looks at you with an unamused expression. She was definitely not getting sleep anytime soon. She hated dealing with you, and you being too intoxicated to even walk didn't make it any better. She rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. "What? What do you want now?"
You look up at her with a big goofy grin on your face.
Sevika couldn't tell if the smile was endearing or irritating—probably both if she was being honest with herself. She scoffs to hide a tiny grin tugging at her lips. You were so irritatingly cute when you smiled like that, it wasn't fair. She's supposed to hate you, not find herself wanting to ruffle your hair and squeeze you to her chest. “Are you going to say something or just stare at me like a creep?"
You stare at her and blink slowly before responding, "Too bad you're my dad's employee, or I would've fucked you a long time ago," you slur before swaying side to side again.
Sevika snorts, raising an eyebrow. You really didn't have a filter when under the influence of whatever the hell you were on She steps forward and catches you from falling over. "You don't know what you're talking about, kid. Sit on the bed before you crack your skull open."
"Carry me to bed with your beautiful muscles," you slur.
Sevika rolls her eyes at your slurred demand, but she can't keep the amused smirk off her face.
She stepped closer and let out an exaggerated sigh. "You're lucky you're so cute." With a single smooth motion, she effortlessly lifted you into her arms and tossed you onto the bed. It was easy considering how scrawny you were, probably due to all the drugs and god knows what else.
"There, you're in bed now."
"Don't leave," you whimper at her.
Sevika hesitates, looking down at you. Eyeing her like she was the only stable thing in your life, she sighs through her nose and rubs her forehead. "Damn it." She sits on the edge of the bed, resigned.
"Fine, I'll stay for a bit."
She keeps an arm draped loosely over your shoulder in case you try to roll off. "...go to sleep."
You tug on her arm, trying to pull her body down against the bed next to you. She resists your tugging for a few moments, trying not to give in to your needy behavior, but eventually she lets out an exasperated sigh and allows you to pull her down next to you.
"You're such a pain in the ass, you know that." She grumbles, shifting to make herself more comfortable with you wrapped around her like a goddamn vine, she was practically trapped next to you.
You curl against her tighter and bury your face into her chest.
Sevika briefly stiffens slightly, unused to affection, especially from you, but after a few seconds, she relaxes, exhaling through her nose. You were warm against her, and she couldn't bring herself to push you away. Her metal arm rested awkwardly at her side while her other hand hesitated before gently settling on your back. "You better not drool on me." Her voice was gruff, but there was no real bite to it.
After a few moments, you pass out, but right as you drift off between consciousness and unconsciousness, you quietly mumble a soft "mine" and snuggle closer to her.
Sevika's eyes widen when her ears pick up what you said.
Did you just—
Never mind, you're too wasted to even know what you're saying. She lets out a low scoff, trying not to let the warm feeling in her chest show. She closes her eyes and forces herself to relax. "Possessive brat."
The bright light of the sun shining through the blinds forces Sevika to wake up. She groans, her eyes fluttering open for a moment. She's confused, and then the memories from the previous night come flooding back. Right, she stayed the night in your room to watch your drunk ass and make sure you didn't do anything stupid. She glances down, finding you still curled up against her side. Surprisingly, you were actually asleep for once. She sighs, still somewhat groggy from sleep.
She takes another moment to watch you, taking in the peaceful expression on your face. It was nice to see you without the usual scowl or playful smirk you gave her. You looked cute, almost, damn it. She quickly shakes her head, trying to rid herself of the thought, but the warm feeling in her chest only grows more prominent the longer she looks at you. She clears her throat and gives your shoulder a light shake. "Wake up."
Instead of waking up, you curl against Sevika's side tighter, snuggling your nose into her bicep.
Sevika huffs quietly, resisting the urge to laugh at your clinginess. Even in sleep, you were like a barnacle refusing to let go. She rolled her eyes and lifted her hand, gently flicking the top of your head. "Come on, sleeping beauty, time to get your lazy ass up."
You groan, and your eyes flutter open, blinking drowsily up at Sevika.
She smirks when you finally seem to realize how close you were, your sleepy confusion turning into sudden panic. "That's right, princess. You spent all night cuddled up to me. Enjoy your morning humiliation."
She stretches, her prosthetic arm whirring softly. "Now get up before I drag you out of bed myself."
Once what she says registers in your head, you quickly scoot away from her, almost falling off the bed, but Sevika catches your wrist before you fall, effortlessly pulling you back onto the mattress with a deep chuckle. "Damn, didn't think I was that scary." She lets go, stretching her arms above her head again. "You good? Or do I have to carry you to breakfast too?"
You stare at her, blinking a few times.
"What cat got your tongue now?" Sevika leans forward, smirking at your bewildered silence. She reaches out and flicks your forehead slightly. "Still drunk or just realizing you might actually like having me around?" She stands up, stretching her prosthetic arm with a soft whir before glancing back at you. "Either way, hurry up. I ain't spoon-feeding you."
You glare at her from the bed. "Grow up, old lady," you grumble, annoyed.
"Old lady?" Sevika stops mid-stretch and slowly turns to glare at you, a dangerous smirk tugging at her lips.
"You really want to test me today, huh?" She leans down, bracing her hands on either side of your legs, boxing you in. "Careful, princess, I bite."
You scoff, "I have another party to get to today, move it." You scoot backwards and away, then off the bed.
Sevika's eye twitches in annoyance. Of course you did. You were relentless when it came to partying despite it being a damn Wednesday. She crosses her arms and leans against your desk, watching you move around. "How nice. Can't have a day without filling yourself with booze and other bullshit, huh?"
You turn and peer over your shoulder at her. "And do tell, would you like to remind the world of your young adult years?" you snark at her.
Sevika grits her teeth at your sassy response. You really knew how to get under her skin, didn't you? She let out an exasperated sigh. "I'll have you know that I at least knew how to have a good time without waking up in a stranger's bed," she scoffed, shaking her head. "Unlike your reckless ass, I had limits."
"Maybe I like waking up in random beds," you snap back at her as you shuffle to the closet and start flinging random clothes around.
Sevika rolls her eyes, watching you rifle through your closet. You really could be such an insufferable brat. "Yeah, I'm sure you do, but it's also going to land your ass dead in the ditch one of these days. You're a mess, you know that." She leans casually against the wall and the desk, irritation clear in her expression. "Have you ever considered slowing down?"
"And what, read books like you?" you scoff and tear your shirt up and over your head, not caring that she's watching.
Even Sevika couldn't help the way her eyes roamed over your bare shoulders and torso. Damn, you looked so goddamn good, but she quickly snaps out of her trance, scowling to hide the unexpected reaction. "Tch, at least reading would be a safer hobby than the path you're on." She crosses her arms, staring you down as you continue rummaging through your closet.
You pull out another shirt and tug it on.
Sevika's eyes flicker over your frame, watching as the new shirt slides over your arms. She can't help but notice how the fabric hugs your curves.
"You never change, do you? Party. Drink. repeat."
You ignore her and shimmy out of your pants, revealing your lacy underwear.
If Sevika's cheeks weren't already flushed from irritation and exhaustion, they certainly would be now. Why did you have to wear those damn lacey things? She averts her eyes, clearing her throat awkwardly. "For God's sake, cover yourself up for once. You're like a walking billboard for bad decisions."
You laugh out loud as you shove your ass into a skirt.
Sevika's jaw clenches as you continue prancing around in practically nothing, her eyes linger on the way the skirt hugs your hips before she quickly snaps her head away. "You are so damn shameless," she mumbles under her breath. Why did you have to be so goddamn tempting? It felt like you were trying to drive her insane on purpose.
You ignore her and shove your feet into heels.
Sevika's eye twitches uncontrollably as you slip on those ridiculous heels. It was getting more and more difficult not to look at your long legs. She takes a deep breath, willing herself to keep her composure. "You always dress like this when you go out." She attempts to sound nonchalant, but her voice comes out more strained than intended.
"Keep looking, babe, maybe one day you'll have a chance," you mock, sauntering towards the door.
Sevika's nostrils flare, her grip tightening on the wall before she suddenly blocks your path. A sharp, wolfish grin spreads across her face. "Oh, I don't need a chance, sweetheart, if I wanted you." She leans in, voice dropping low. "I'd already have you." Then she flicks your nose and steps aside.
You ignore her comment and saunter out the door and towards the bathroom, swaying your hips purposely.
Sevika watches your exaggerated saunter with a mix of irritation and, much to her annoyance, appreciation. She rubs her temples, muttering curses under her breath. "You're such a brat." She follows after you, leaning against the bathroom doorway. "You’d better hurry up, or I'm telling Silco you've been stealing from his workers again."
You fake gasp at her, "You dare lie on my name?"
Sevika smirks, crossing her arms. "Who said anything about lying? Pretty sure I saw you digging through Vandar's stash last week." She tilts her head, raising a brow. "Tick-tock, princess."
You flush your face with cold water, then apply makeup as slowly as you can.
Sevika watches your deliberate stalling with growing impatience, her mechanical fingers tapping rhythmically against her forearm. "Oh, come on, you're doing this on purpose." She grabs a towel and flicks it at the back of your head. "Speed it up before I start smudging your eyeliner myself."
Your eyes flicker over to her face and then back towards the mirror, and you begrudgingly pick up your pace.
Sevika lets out an approving hum, a small smirk playing on her lips as you finally start to pick up the pace.
She leans against the doorframe, her eyes roaming over your form with a hint of subtle admiration, her gaze pausing momentarily on the way your skirt clings to your curves before she quickly snaps back to your face. "There you go. Was that so hard?"
"Wait," you say suddenly, and pick up a lipstick and apply it slowly and smoothly, and then you pop your lips.
Sevika rolls her eyes at your dramatic lipstick application, but can't help the way her gaze lingers on your lips as you pop them. She clears her throat and looks away. "Are you done yet, princess, or do you need to twirl around a few more times before we leave?" Her tone is mocking, but there's an undeniable hint of amusement in her voice.
"What do you want, a change to ogle more at my ass?" you mock.
Sevika snorts, stepping forward until she's right behind you, close enough that her breath ghosts over your ear when she speaks low and deliberate, "Please, if I wanted to ogle, I wouldn't wait for your permission." She flicks your earlobe with her metal finger before stalking past you toward the door. "Move your feet or lose 'em."
You pick up a rag off the counter and aim the rag at the back of her head, but it falls mid-throw and lands on the floor.
Sevika turns her head just in time to watch the rag fall harmlessly to the floor, an amused smirk spreading across her face. "Can't even aim a goddamn rag, you're a mess." She reaches down and picks it up, chucking it into the laundry basket before holding the door open and gesturing for you to exit. "After you, princess."
You grumble and saunter towards her, stopping to bump your hip into hers, and then you continue walking.
Sevika rolls her eyes as you saunter past her. She lets out an exasperated huff and follows after you, trying to ignore the slight thrill that courses through her at the brief contact. She falls into step beside you, her hands stuffed casually into her pockets. "You're enjoying this too much, you brat."
"You know you don't have to baby me in the mornings."
Sevika snorts, shaking her head. "I'm not babying you, I'm doing my job, which is making sure your dumb ass stays out of trouble." She glances at you out of the corner of her eyes, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Besides, you're a walking disaster, without me, you'd probably get mugged or something before sunrise."
"Joke's on you, I've been mugged with you right around the corner."
Sevika's smirk morphs into a full-blown eye roll at your comment, her expression a mix of irritation and disbelief. "Yeah, and who had to save your ass because you decided to start a fight with four grown men?" She takes a moment to look you over as if still astonished that you're standing and not lying in an alleyway somewhere.
"Tch, you've got zero sense of self-preservation, you know that."
You scoff, "hmph," and carefully make your way down the stairs.
Sevika watches as you descend the stairs slowly, thankfully, before following behind, her prosthetic hand hovers near the small of your back just in case you lose your balance. She mutters underneath her breath, "God, you're exhausting," but there's no real bite to it.
"Are you going to be with me all day?" you ask her, peering over your shoulder.
Sevika's eye twitches, her irritation flaring to life at your question. She takes a deep breath to keep her temper in check and replies through clenched teeth, "Did your brain not comprehend what babysitting meant when Silco assigned me to you? Yes, I'll be with you all damn day."
"Mk, well, I need coffee, so chop chop to the car."
Sevika grumbles under her breath as the two of you make your way outside and to the parked car. She opens the passenger door and gestures impatiently for you to get in. "Hurry up, princess. I ain't got all day to feed your caffeine addiction."
"Is my purse in here?" You mumble, frantically looking around.
Sevika raises a brow at your frantic searching before letting out an exasperated sigh. She rummages through the back seat and fishes out said purse, chucking it at you. "There, found your damn purse. Can we go now?"
"Hey! This is a one-of-a-kind purse, you can't just toss it around like one of your henchmen," you scowl at her.
Sevika scoffs at your offended tone, rolling her eyes as she settles into the driver's seat. "Oh, cry me a river, it's a purse, not a newborn." She starts the engine, throwing you a smirk. "Besides, if it was that special, maybe you'd remember where you left it."
You scoff in disbelief and settle into the passenger seat, tucking your purse into your side.
Sevika snorts at your offended expression, her amusement growing when she sees your precious purse tucked into your side like a lifeline. "Oh, don't give me that look. You've left your possessions in worse places than a damn car." She shifts gears and pulls out into the street, her eyes flickering to you momentarily before returning to the road. "Now, are you actually going to tell me where you want coffee, or are we playing guessing games this morning?"
"Surprise me, but don't make it shabby," you mumble the last part.
Sevika rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like "damn princess." Before taking a sharp turn down a different street, after a few more minutes of driving, she finally pulls up in front of a small but well-kept cafe. "Here, it's not top-notch, but it's not some dump either. Try not to complain this time." She parks and exits, holding the door open for you.
You step out of the passenger seat. "Thanks, Grandma," you mumble to her, giving her cheek a quick pat before you saunter towards the cafe entrance, leaving her behind.
Sevika's eye twitches at the sound of the grandma jab, her patience already thin enough. As you pass her, she has to restrain herself from grabbing you by the collar and knocking some sense into you. She grumbles to herself, muttering a few choice words before following you into the cafe with an irritated expression.
You walk up to the counter and flash a smile at the barista.
Sevika stands behind you, her eyes flickering between you and the barista, a low grumble rumbling in her throat. She's not sure why, but something about your easy smile and the way the barista immediately smiles back irritates her more than it should. She crosses her arms and watches as you proceed to order, her eyes narrowing when she catches the barista checking you out.
"Hi, can I get a venti iced half-calf, quarter-decaf, triple-shot ristretto oat milk latte, but make the oat milk extra light foam at 148 degrees exactly, and can you steam it twice, add two pumps of sugar-free vanilla, one pump of caramel, and one pump of hazelnut, but only half pumps? I need three stevia, but dissolve them first, and one raw sugar on the side, just in case. Oh, and can you shake it, not stir it? Pour it over light ice, then strain half the ice out in a grande cup, but fill it to the top with a dome lid, wait a flat one, actually."
Sevika's eyes widen at your coffee order, her irritation is momentarily overshadowed by disbelief. She can't believe the amount of specifics you just rattled off, and she has to try hard not to laugh at the barista's dumbfounded expression. She suppresses a snort as she glances at your oblivious form.
The barista seems to be at a loss for words, eyes darting from you to Sevika in a silent plea for help.
You stare at the barista, completely oblivious to the way their eyes dart between yours and Sevikas. You clap your hands together. "Chop chop, sweetie," you say, waving around a 50-dollar bill.
Sevika finally loses her composure and lets out a sharp bark of laughter, shaking her head in disbelief. "Jesus Christ, are you trying to give this poor barista a migraine?" She leans against the counter, watching the barista scramble to write down your order. "And here I thought I was high maintenance."
You whip your head over towards her and glare at her. “You are unbelievable," you mumble.
Sevika chuckles wryly in response, completely unfazed by your glare. She leans on one arm, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips as she crosses her legs at the ankles. "Oh, I'm unbelievable. You just gave the man a damn thesis for a coffee order. I bet that poor barista is wishing he called in sick today."
You scoff and shake your head. "It's not my fault he doesn't understand the language of coffee."
Sevika scoffs back, rolling her eyes at your response. She crosses her arms, a bemused expression on her face. "Oh, you mean the language of pretentiousness?" She glances over at the barista, who's frantically scrambling and struggling to make your order. "I think he just doesn't understand the language of a spoiled princess."
"I'd like to see you make the order then."
Sevika smirks, straightening up before turning to the barista. "Yeah, give me whatever black coffee is cheapest." She shrugs, glancing back at you with a smirk. "See, not hard." The barista looks relieved at her simplicity.
"I meant to make my order." You glare before rolling your eyes. "I swear you're slow in the head."
Sevika fights the urge to throttle you, it’s becoming increasingly harder to resist. She clenched her fists, taking a deep breath. God, you really knew how to push her buttons, “I swear you're an insufferable know-it-all. Why would I spend time making a cup of overpriced, overcomplicated nonsense?"
"Whatever," you simply dismiss her and turn back toward the barista, who is still scrambling to make your order.
Sevika shakes her head. Her irritation steadily rising as you continue to disregard her opinion, she glances at the barista, who still looks utterly baffled, before letting out another sigh. "You're just as stubborn as hell, aren't you? You know that order could easily be simplified, right? Or is that too much of a foreign concept for someone like you?"
"You don't understand, I need a venti iced half-calf quarter-decaf triple-shot ristretto oat milk latte, with the oat milk extra light foam at 148 degrees exactly, steamed twice with two pumps of sugar-free vanilla, one pump caramel, one pump hazelnut, but only half pumps. Three stevia, but dissolved first, with one raw sugar on the side just in case. Shaken, not stirred, Poured over light ice, then the ice half strained out in a grande cup, but filled to the top with a flat lid," you snap at Sevika.
Sevika stares at you, her eyes wide with irritation at your relentless demands. She grits her teeth, doing her best to keep her composure. Gods. You were beyond infuriating. "Christ, the barista is going to spit in your damn cup at this rate. Why the hell does it have to be so damn complicated? You do realize it's just coffee, or is your high-maintenance ass allergic to simplicity?"
"I'm giving him a $50 tip. Is that not enough?" you scoff, waving around the bill.
Sevika rolls her eyes, letting out an exasperated chuckle. "You could give him triple that, and it wouldn't make a damn difference. Your coffee order is borderline psychotic, you have more specific demands for coffee than most restaurants do for food. It's a miracle he even agreed to take it in the first place, I sure as hell wouldn't have."
The barista coughs awkwardly, clearing his throat and presenting the coffee.
Sevika leans forward, watching as the barista hands you the coffee, looking slightly exhausted. "Oh great, he actually did it. I was half expecting a cup of mud and spit in retaliation."
You flash a smile and a wink at the barista. "Unlike you, Sevika people have class." You slide over the $50 bill.
Sevika's eye twitches as you throw a condescending smirk and wink towards the barista. She can practically feel her irritation bubbling over. "Oh, right, because ordering an over-sweet, overly precise monstrosity of a coffee is the epitome of class, and I'm sure your charming smile has nothing to do with him putting up with your bullshit."
You give her a quick glare, sauntering away toward the exit, hips swaying, coffee in hand, and purse on your shoulder.
Sevika follows closely behind her, her irritation growing with each step. "You're impossible, you know that? Not only do you have the worst taste in coffee, but you also manage to cause a headache wherever you go. It's a goddamn miracle you haven't annoyed someone to the point of throttling you yet."
"Oh, please, I'm sure you'd be the first one on the list, babe," you say before sipping the coffee and walking toward the car.
Sevika's face twists in annoyance at the pet name. She steps in front of you, effectively halting your steps. "Careful, princess. Keep calling me that, and you might find yourself bent over my knee," she snaps without thinking, her tone harsher than intended.
You stumble backwards in disbelief, your heel slipping underneath you.
Sevika's eyes widen as you lose your balance. She instinctively steps forward and grabs your elbow, preventing you from falling flat on your ass. "Careful, idiot. Don't need you spilling that damn coffee all over yourself."
Your face is red, but you don't reply, instead, you quietly sip your coffee and get into the passenger seat.
Sevika lets out a quiet sigh, shaking her head at your flustered state before climbing into the driver's seat and starting the car. She glances over at you, noticing the pink tinge to your cheeks. "Hmph, at least you're being quiet for once. You look like a tomato, by the way," she comments as she pulls out of the parking lot.
You quickly look out the window, trying to avoid her gaze.
Sevika lets out a soft chuckle at your attempt to hide your flustered expression. "Aw, embarrassed, are we? You're even quieter than usual, it's a damn miracle I can finally hear myself think."
"I'm going to tell Silco you threatened to bend me over your knee and do god knows what," you snap.
Sevika snorts in response, her smirk widening at your flustered words. She shakes her head, amused by your childish threats. "Oh, please, go ahead. I'm sure Silco will find it amusing, and as for what I'd do," she teases, taking a moment to give you a sly, almost predatory glance, "let's just say I know ways to make you scream much better than I know how to make coffee."
You dismiss her statement, "Can you just drop me off at this address?" You mumble listing off the address.
Sevika glances at you with a raised brow but quickly relents and nods. "Fine," she types the address into her phone's GPS, glancing at you curiously out of the corner of her eye. "This doesn't look like your usual hangout spot. Where the hell are you planning to go?"
"It's just a party," you mumble.
Sevika rolls her eyes at your vague response. A party could mean anything, it could be tame, it could be a disaster, and knowing you, it's probably the latter. "A party, huh? "Mind enlightening me on who's throwing the rager, or is it some secret exclusive party for spoiled rich kids?"
"I don't remember the person's name, my friend just gave me the addy."
Sevika exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. "You don't even know who's throwing it? "What happened to your self-preservation instincts? Did you lose them somewhere between your third and fourth drink last night?" She grips the steering wheel tighter, her irritation mounting. "You're going to get yourself killed one of these days, and Silcos is going to blame me for it."
"You'll be around, I'll be fine."
Sevika scoffs at your nonchalance, her expression darkening. She shakes her head, her annoyance growing. "Oh, so I'm supposed to keep playing bodyguard whenever you decide to walk into some unknown party like a damn idiot? Don't you have any common sense?" She grumbles, her grip on the wheel tightening even further.
"Do you ever let loose?" You snap at her.
Sevika's eye twitches for the thousandth time because of you, her irritation growing into full-on anger. "Let loose? I would, except I'm too damn busy having to watch your ass every day to make sure you don't get into trouble. You act like a damn child rushing into trouble and expecting me to clean up your mess every goddamn time, so excuse me for not having a life because I have to play babysitter for a goddamn brat like you."
Hurt flashes across your face, but instead of keeping quiet, you smart off, "Maybe you should find yourself a pretty girl at this party."
Sevika's jaw tightens even further at your words, she shoots you a glare, her eyes narrowing. "And maybe you should find yourself a brain, princess. I'm not interested in finding some damn mindless girl at a party. I've got better things to do, like babysit your spoiled ass while you play around making a mess of yourself.
Sevika exhales sharply through her nose as you stay quiet, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel once more. She shoots you another irritated glance before focusing back on the road. The silence is thick between you two, tense and heavy with unsaid words. Sevika's mood doesn't improve as she drives, her jaw clenched tight. Eventually, she pulls up to the address you gave her, parking roughly and killing the engine. "We're here," she mutters tersely, not looking at you.
You don't say anything to her as you open the car door before letting her get the chance to do it. She watches you storm off toward the party without another word. Her irritation simmering low in her gut, she huffs, shaking her head before climbing out of the car and following after you at a distance. "God, you're a pain in my ass," she mutters under her breath, keeping an eye on you despite her anger.
You walk up towards the expensive, large house.
Sevika lingers a few paces behind, her arms crossed as she watches you confidently strut towards the massive house. The sight of it, lavish and clearly expensive, makes her scowl deepen. "Figures you'd drag me to some topsider's mansion," she mutters under her breath, scanning the area warily. Something about this whole situation feels off. "Are you sure this is where you're supposed to be?" She calls out, skeptically eyeing the overly polished decor.
a lot of us grew up thinking money was the root of all evil and that money was something that was stressful, selfish and vain. but u need to change the narrative, money is freedom, power, and pretty once u stop fearing it. this is how im stacking my pretty doll dollars…💬🎀
WHAT IS YOUR VISION ;
what are u stacking ur doll dollars for? for luxury? for freedom? security? sometimes its a mix of a whole bunch of reasons but just jot down a couple reasons why stacking ur doll dollars is IMPORTANT to you. its easier to stay committed to a goal when u have a reason.
journaling and creating a vision board can help you visualize ur goals and bring them to life. as someone who practices the law of assumption, the way that u talk and think about a specific thing is how you'll continue to experience it which is what i'll touch on a bit more in this post.
once you've created the vision you'll need a budget to match the vision, not just the bills that ur dealing with in the current time. think "the bigger picture" what are we working towards. and budget not to restrict but to give every doll dollar a job which is what we're talking about in the next section.
GIVE EVERY DOLL DOLLAR A JOB ;
make a cute budgeting page on ur notion or find a cute budgeting app/spreadsheet with pretty pinks and creams and something that totally matches ur vibe. if something is pretty to look at i feel like im 99% more likely to use it and i'll enjoy working in it more.
create cute categories for funds to put ur money into. think of every dollar as an employee that is here to work FOR you and your dreams. make categories that are suited to you. some of my basic ones are :
weekly fund (what i have to spend during a week)
business fund (what i invest into either my business or put into different things like stocks, real estate, dividends and the money that will work for me)
glam fund (a non-negotiable for me, the money i put aside for my maintenance for my beauty)
savings (i don't keep my money in a regular savings account because most reg savings accounts don't earn very good interest, instead i put my money into a HYA or high yields savings account)
i use betterment for my high yields savings account because theres no minimum deposit so you can start with literally $5, AND betterment has an interest rate of 4% which is really good…💬🎀
WEEKLY MONEY RITUALS ;
have a day where u have a money check in. light a candle, open ur planner and go over spendings and savings and all things like that. track whats going out and whats coming in and whats growing for you without fear or anxiety bcuz everything works itself out for u and ur literally abundance personified. (thats the kinda mindset we need to have towards money)
check if ur making progress with ur goals, if what you're doing is effective and do some research too! part of being a doll who stacks her money is staying educated so keep urself in the loop and take knowledge bcuz it's so important.
KNOW YOUR SPENDING POWER ;
i won't get tewww into this because i have LOADS of content about shopping smart and intentionally but i'll reiterate cuz it is TRUE. buy what lasts. don't go for the cheap shit cuz in the long run it won't last, don't buy knock-off, time ur spending strategically for sales so u can get the most for your dollar.
ask yourself, will this add value to my routine? is this on brand for me? do i really actually want this? practicing delayed gratification is always a helpful tool. to save for luxury instead of impulse hauls.
DREAMY INCOME STREAMS ;
get ur moneyyyy girl. there are literally so many ways that u can make money and making good money does NOT have to be hard either. u can make content, u can babysit, u can start an etsy, u can sell digital goods and SO much more.
monetize on ur talents, look around at ur resources. what do u have RIGHT now that u can do something with. bcuz stacking ur doll dollars doesn't mean overworking urself, it doesn't necessarily even mean working rly hard. it means working SMART.
SAVE SMART ;
on ur banking app, automate ur savings so it grows on autopilot. i've already gone into why having a high yields savings account is more fruitful than a regular degular savings account. another way to save smart is with a savings challenge. for example putting aside $5 a day to ur vacation fund. treat saving as pampering ur future self and making sure that shes good and doesn't have to worry about anything.
to close off : u don't need to be wealthy to think like ur wealthy. ur supposed to have the mindset before u have the bank account to match. keep ur thoughts in check, stacking ur doll dollars is about control, confidence, MINDSET, and creating a life where you're comfortable one pretty girl coin at a time…💬🎀
