#methydoll

[thecollectionsof]

here!! a new fic

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

wanna read about crystal leaving thirsty comments on instagram live? well you've come to the right place

[thecollectionsof]

"six" sentence sunday

it's not six. it is sunday. let's do it anyways. also sidenote: this fic is around 3k now but it's not as polished as my normal fics. would you still be interested?

@thegigigoode started following you

@thenickydoll started following you

Fuck. 

Suddenly, every stupid joke in the comments seems like a glaring mistake, and a few captions feel like they’ve gone way too far. She never expected Gigi or Nicky to notice her during the streams, much less… this. Whatever this was.

She quickly scrolls through her posts, cringing at her feed. She stops on a picture of her from just a few weeks ago, one she thought she looked good in. She’s wearing a knitted rugrats sweater dress with large stuffed hands attached so low that they hit the floor, paired with a blonde wig adorned with too many colorful hair clips and a pair of orange glasses stuck in at an angle. Her makeup is mostly purple tones, matching the purple heels. She’s proud of the look, but now that she knows Nicky and Gigi follow her, she’s less proud of the caption.

looking good(e) enough for the dolls to come wife me up @thegigigoode @thenickydoll

Her joke seemed less funny now that she knows there’s a chance that they saw it. Was it creepy, now that they seemed to be giving her their attention, to still speak about them like this? 

At least she had posted a few normal posts before it, so maybe they wouldn’t see it, if they even took the time to scroll through her page at all. Yeah, she thought to herself, they’re literal celebrities. Of course they don’t have the time to—

@thegigigoode liked a post

Shit.

@thenickydoll liked a post

Or not.

[missjanjie]

46V methydoll 💖🧐💕

46. “You’re shivering, take my sweater.” & V. Teacher AU

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Nicky walked into Crystal’s art classroom. They always had coffee together before class started, it had become a daily habit. “Fuck, it’s freezing in here. How are you not cold?”

Crystal shrugged. “I got used to it. I find it’s better to create a room that’s too cold than too hot anyway,” she explained, then frowned. “You’re shivering, take my sweater,” she insisted, taking it off the back of her chair and handing it to Nicky.

“Well, aren’t you the sweetest?” she cooed as she put on the sweater. It was brightly colored and patterned, almost as if it was intentionally garish. But Nicky knew better, she knew Crystal just had a genuine love for that sort of thing. “I think I should wear this to class to see the kids’ reactions.”

“They’re gonna lose their minds,” Crystal giggled. It wasn’t a secret that their students shipped them together - subtlety wasn’t their strong suit. They liked it, though, they thought it was cute. And truth be told, neither of them thought it would be a bad idea, at least in theory.

Neither of them had acted on the mutual attraction. They would insist it was to respect professional boundaries and swear up and down it wasn’t because neither of them wanted to make the first move.

“I’ll tell you of their reaction during lunch,” Nicky decided. “You know, one of these days, we’re going to have to tell them the truth,” she mused. “Unless you want to start dating for real,” she said with a lilt in her voice that conveyed ‘I’m joking unless you’re into it’ to the best of her abilities.

“I wouldn’t say no to that,” Crystal hummed, lips resting against the lid of her cup.

Nicky tried not to look surprised. “Is that so?” She glanced around to make sure no students were passing by. “Then… Are you free on Saturday?”

Crystal smiled, stepping closer to the other teacher, her free hand resting on her waist. “I am. It’s a date.”

[missjanjie]

Six Sentence Sunday

kind of, anyway. from chapter 2 of happiness isn’t here

“Who’s the sweaty girl with Gigi?” Nicky asked with perturbed confusion.

“What?” Crystal looked where her girlfriend was pointing. “Jan?”

“You know her?”

Crystal swallowed thickly, her eyes darting back and forth between Nicky and Jan. “No! I mean yes. I mean… kind of?”

“Kind of?” Gigi chimed in. “I thought you guys were friends.”

“We are,” Jan jumped in to assure. “It’s just been a while since we saw each other at summer camp,” she explained, happy to be able to tell the truth. “It’s been a while, we were–”

“Ten!” Crystal abruptly cut in. “That’s why the details are a little hazy, you know? It’s been so long.”

[missjanjie]

44 and 26 from prompt list 5,,, with high school au jankie or methydoll pls ???? love ur writing !!!

thank u! also i had an idea and i did both

26. “Everyone knows you’re gay, even my grandmother.” / 44. “I’ve never seen you smile so much, are you high?”

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Jan and Crystal had made a deal with each other - if one of them confessed their feelings to their crush, the other one would have to as well. They had both been driven crazy watching their best friend pining from a distance. Who was going first? That was to be determined by the flip of a coin. It landed on tails, so Crystal was preparing to go in. 

“You nervous, doll?” Jan asked, watching Crystal freshen up in the mirror.

“Not as nervous as I thought I would be, though I’m not sure if that’s good or bad,” she replied. “How do I look?” 

“Gorgeous,” Jan gave a thumbs up. “Go get her.” 

Crystal took a deep breath and smoothed out her blouse before going out to find Nicky. She spotted her where she normally was - leaning on the fence by the parking lot because it was the one place she could smoke without getting caught. “You got a minute for me, Nicky?” 

Nicky smiled, putting out the cigarette by pushing it into the ground with her shoe. “For you? I have all day.” 

She grinned, glancing down. “I was just wondering if you wanted to go out sometime, or something,” she said, then held her breath as she waited for an answer.

“Sure,” Nicky replied, her warm expression never faltering. “Tonight, perhaps? Around seven?”

“Seven, yeah.”

-

Jan smirked when she saw Crystal the next morning by their lockers. “I’ve never seen you smile so much, are you high?” she joked. 

Crystal looked up at her. “I spent the night with Nicky,” she announced proudly. 

“That explains this,” she teased, lightly poking the hickey apparent on Crystal’s neck. “Guess that means it’s my turn, huh?” 

“Yeah, don’t worry, you totally got this.”

Jan sighed. “I just don’t want to come on too strong. We’ve hardly talked, like, does she even know I’m gay?”

Crystal snorted. “Everyone knows you’re gay, even my grandmother.”

Jan relaxed, laughing softly. “Well, if Abuela knows, it must be obvious,” she retorted playfully. “Alright, here goes nothing,” she said before making her way into the library. 

Just as she expected, Jackie was spending their free period in the library, nose buried in a book. Jan almost didn’t want to interrupt, it seemed like she was in her element. But she was already in deep, there was no backing down now. So, she sat next to her at the table. “Hey, Jackie,” she greeted quietly. 

Jackie looked up, putting a bookmark in and setting her book aside. “Hi.”

“Listen, um, I don’t know if you’re busy after school, but um… I thought maybe we could catch a movie, get some dinner…”

To Jan’s relief, Jackie nodded brightly. “I’d like that, definitely.” 

And while they only ended their date with a few kisses, Jan decided her date was equally as successful as Crystal’s. Shortly after that, double dates with the two couples became a weekly thing, and they couldn’t have wished for a better outcome if they tried.

[missjanjie]

8 + 74 with methydoll?

8. “I knew you were secretly a big ol softie.” / 74. “Bold of you to assume I have dignity.”

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Nicky didn’t talk to Crystal much, if at all. It wasn’t anything personal, it was just how things were. When Nicky rose to the top of high school popularity, she ran with it, and maybe let it get to her head a little bit. And Crystal had stayed on the same lower rungs of the social ladder since middle school, but it was never something she had cared about. 

One of the rare times Nicky noticed Crystal was when she saw her set up in a booth at the local arts and crafts festival. Though she kept a distance at first, not wanting to make eye contact just yet. “I didn’t know she worked out here.”

“That’s probably how she affords to go to the thrift store every week,” Jaida remarked, the two of them giggling as they kept walking. 

Jaida had only stayed there with Nicky for about an hour, and Nicky lingered at the fair a bit longer, until it was nearing the end of the day. She glanced around, then meandered over to Crystal’s booth. “You made all of this?” she asked. 

Crystal looked up, trying not to look as surprised as she was to see her. “Um… yeah, all of it.” 

Nicky picked up one of the small sculptures sitting on the front table. “Where do you get the materials?”

“Craft stores, though a lot of it was salvaged via dumpster diving.”

“A very dignified method,” Nicky chuckled softly. 

Crystal laughed softly. “Bold of you to assume I have dignity,” she retorted. 

“So you stay here all day for this?” Nicky asked. “That’s like a full time job, I think.”

“We can’t all be rich,” she told her, tone flat but without malice. “And I just don’t have the attention span or spatial awareness to work in food service or retail.”

Nicky giggled, looking at the rest of Crystal’s work. “You’re far too talented for that anyway. Really, I… this is some incredible work.”

“Aw,” Crystal grinned, “I knew you were secretly a big ol softie.”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell anyone,” she warned playfully. “That big painting in the top right corner, how much do you want for it?” 

“Oh, um, I have it listed for fifty, but…”

Nicky scoffed. “See, you are going to stay poor if you do not charge what you’re worth,” she chastised as she got her wallet out. “Here,” she said, handing Crystal what she deemed to be a reasonable amount.

Crystal took the money, her eyes wide with shock. “This is two hundred dollars.”

“I’ll give you an extra twenty if you help me get it in my car,” Nicky added.

She looked around, deciding it was about time to close for the evening anyway. “Deal,” she grinned, unhooking the painting and carrying it out. 

“How do you get inspired for stuff like that anyway?” Nicky asked as they got the painting into the trunk. 

Crystal shrugged. “I take inspiration from anything that catches my eye,” she said, pocketing the twenty Nicky gave her. “So, um…” she looked her over. “Maybe you’ll let me paint you sometime,” she winked before heading back to close down her booth.

[missjanjie]

58 with Crystal and Nicky pls!! ☺️

58. “Did you marry us in The Sims?” / 61. “I love you, but I still don’t trust you with knives.”

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“You sure you don’t want me to help with dinner?” Crystal asked her roommate.

“Positive,” Nicky chuckled. “I love you, but I still don’t trust you with knives.”

She pouted and crossed her arms. “Fine, mom,” she huffed before retreating into her bedroom. With at least an hour to kill, she decided to get on her laptop and load up the sims.

The video game was practically like therapy for Crystal. She was able to project all of her feelings into the lives of characters she painstakingly created.

And she must’ve gotten so invested in the game that she hadn’t heard Nicky calling for her, because seemingly out of nowhere, Crystal looked up and she was there. “Oh, hey, what’s up?”

“I have been calling you in for dinner for five minutes now,” Nicky chuckled, looking over Crystal’s shoulder to see the computer screen. “Is that us?”

“Yes…”

Before Crystal could object, Nicky nudged her out of the way to look at the screen. “The likeness is uncanny,” she observed, then clicked on the information panel. “Did you marry us in The Sims?” She asked with a quirked brow.

Crystal blushed and edged Nicky back out of her space to regain control of the laptop. “Maybe…”

Nicky walked her fingers up Crystal’s shoulder, then twirled them through her hair. “Something you’d like to share with the class, Miss Methyd?”

“Not especially,” Crystal’s voice went into the high-pitched strain it took on when she was embarrassed or uncomfortable (or both in this case).

But Nicky just chuckled, leaning down and kissing her cheek. “Well, when my wife gets hungry, dinner is on the counter.”

[missjanjie]

nicky x crystal 14

this is for @imalwaysaslutfordrag bcs...it made me think of her lmao

14. “What are you gonna do, spank me?”

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If there was one thing Nicky had learned since she started dating Crystal was just how needy she could be. And that sometimes when she got needy, she got bratty, and that’s when Nicky got to have her fun too. 

“You need to do your laundry before the bacteria on your clothes start a revolution against us,” Nicky observed, looking at the overflowing laundry basket.

“You don’t expect me to do it now, do you?” Crystal seemed offended at the mere suggestion. They were cuddling, this was absolutely no time to talk about chores.

Nicky rolled her eyes, stifling the soft laugh that threatened to come out. “Fine, after cuddling then.”

Crystal rolled on top of Nicky, her head on her chest. “Then we’re never gonna stop cuddling. Boom. Checkmate.”

“Don’t you give me that attitude.”

She picked her head up to look at her girlfriend, a small smirk on her lips. “What are you gonna do, spank me?”

Nicky’s brows rose and her lips curled into a smirk. “Are you challenging me?” She moved her hand down to grab Crystal’s ass. “Because you know I can’t let you get away with that.” Her movements were swift, and she had Crystal over her lap before she could get a word in edgewise. 

Not that Crystal needed to say anything, of course. She was already getting exactly what she wanted. She arched her back up so Nicky could take her sweatpants off with ease, and she didn’t have anything on underneath, so she settled back down, ready to go.

“We will do ten, and I want you to count them out,” Nicky’s tone was even, but firm. “Are you ready?” When Crystal nodded, she shook her head in disapproval. “Use your words.” 

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Good girl,” she praised, running her hand along the curve of her girlfriend’s ass. Then she lifted her hand and struck her firmly, watching the way her ass jiggled. 

Crystal swallowed a moan, exhaling deeply. “One.”

Nicky rubbed over the skin soothingly for only a moment, then spanked her again and again, listening to Crystal whimper and moan as she stammered and sputtered each number out. “Last one.” She spanked her once more, admiring the red hue that spread across her tan skin.

Crystal was a shaky, panting mess by the time she squeaked out “ten”, her thighs pressed firmly together in an attempt to alleviate the heated arousal pooling between them. 

But Nicky wasn’t having any of that, nudging her thighs apart and running her fingertips in between. “You’re soaked. No wonder you behave like this, nothing is ever a punishment to you,” she scoffed. “Maybe I just shouldn’t let you come.”

“No…” Crystal let out a pitifully needy whine. 

“Are you going to behave, then?” 

Crystal nodded eagerly. “Uh huh, I’ll be good.” 

Nicky smirked. “I guess I can take care of you then,” she decided, moving her fingers back down and easing two of them in. She moved them teasingly slow at first, really making Crystal whine and try to rock against her. “Oh no, I will spank you again if you don’t stay still,” she threatened, waiting until she lay still before continuing at a bit of a rapid pace. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Crystal grunted softly, resting her head against the bed as she tried not to let her body move too much. It didn’t take very long until she knew she was close. “Can I come, Mommy?” She asked breathlessly.

Nicky pretended to hem and haw over it for a moment. “Yes, you may,” she decided, her fingers steadily thrusting into her while she rode out her orgasm. “There we go,” she cooed as she eased them back out.

“Mm, thank you.”

“Of course,” Nicky hummed, then leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Now do your fucking laundry.”