#methydoll

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

Threesome Nicky/Gigi/Crystal

This is such an interesting idea, lemme give this a shot! It mostly turned into horny-for-Nicky time, and somewhere in there i sprinkled some exhibitionism, don’t ask me how that happened. Hope you enjoy nonetheless xx Big thanks to my love MermaidTail for looking over this!

The air was hot, flickering candlelight illuminated the room. While it was certainly very atmospheric, Crystal couldn’t deny that it was also incredibly hot. On the other hand, that would probably still be the case if the candles weren’t there.

The grim, hollering thunderstorm had locked them inside since the early afternoon. Gigi had been annoyed, her plans to go shopping went down the drain for the day, Crystal had jumped in excitement and quickly gathered her favourite DVDs by the TV, and Nicky? Nicky had smiled, slipped into her silken night robe and poured them all a glass of Wine.

They had made it through one third of the first movie, huddled up on the huge sofa with all their pillows and blankets, when the power went off. Gigi had let out a groan, not even movie night went right today and Crystal had jumped up to check if the lights in the kitchen had turned off as well. Not that she could do much to fix it anyways. After facebook confirmed that the entire block was without power, Gigi looked ready to throw hands with someone, anyone. Angrily, she shoved the sofa cushions.

„This October sucks!“, she announced, brows furrowed in frustration, „First I had to cancel plans with Jaida, now we can’t even have a chill movie night without something going wrong!“ She bit her own lip, hard enough that Crystal almost expected it to draw blood. The sight shouldn’t be as arousing as it was. Silently, as to not disturb her girlfriends angry outburst, she sat back down on the sofa, legs crossed.

„I bet by tomorrow the whole fridge will be molten and we’re gonna have another mess!“

„Relax cherié“, Nicky was oddly calm, setting up candles all over their shelves and tables, lighting the room in a warm, dim ambiance. She was quite the view in her silky nightgown, short, tussled hair, frame illuminated by candlelight. There was a twinkle in her eye when she turned back to the others, climbing onto the sofa to settle down in front of Gigi. The gown pooled around her, long, wide sleeves gathering at the elbows. Her long, delicate fingers reached up to brush the ginger’s hair out of her face, cupping Gigi’s cheeks with both hands. The soft skin on her palms was warm from the candles, the smell of eau the toilette and melting wax surrounding her like an aura. Her face was calm, relaxed, but her eyes burned with something deep, something both Gigi and Crystal knew all too well. It dripped from her voice like honey, like the wax on the candles all around them. „We’re gonna pass the time just fine, I promise.“

With that, Nicky closed the distance between them, locking Gigi‘s lips in a gentle kiss. A small, breathless whine escaped Gigi’s throat, causing Crystal to instinctively inch closer to her partners. Nicky broke the kiss with a chuckle, one hand reaching out for Crystal as while the other one rested against Gigi’s cheek. Her demeanour was calm, collected, however the smug twinkle in her eyes gave away just how much she enjoyed being able to rile both of them up this fast. When her lips crashed together with Crystal’s, her tongue almost instantly found its way into her mouth, exploring it like it was the first time.

While Crystal leaned into the kiss, her hands getting tangled up Nicky’s short blonde hair, Gigi discarded herself of her shirt and sweatpants. Her impatient huff made Nicky let go of Crystal, the latter chasing after the blondes lips for just a moment. However, the sensation was immediately replaced by Gigi’s firm hands, her fingers slipping under Crystals shirt for just a moment before tugging the fabric over her head and throwing it to the side carelessly. Nicky chuckled, one hand resting on the small of Gigi’s back as they shared a well knowing look. One short kiss between the two later, and suddenly Crystal was pinned down against the mattress, Gigi hovering over her, their lips connecting in a hungry kiss.

Gigi was straddling her, one knee on each side of her hips and both of her hands held Crystal firmly by the jaw as her kisses slowly trailed downwards, over the corner of her mouth and towards her jaw. Nicky was nestled right beside them on her knees, her robe falling off of one shoulder eyes hungrily fixed on Gigi’s antics as her fingers gently brushed through Crystal’s brown locks, splayed out on the cushion.

A whine escaped Crystals throat when she felt her grab a fist of blonde curls and give them a gentle tug, simultaneously with Gigi sucking a deep red mark on the sensitive skin of her neck.

There was no doubt that tonight, the two of them had teamed up on her, and she was more than okay with it. Anything to keep a moody Gigi entertained.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, the redhead moved further down with her kisses, her hands finding Crystals breasts, still clad in a comfortable cotton bra. She didn’t hesitate before grabbing the fabric and pulling it down, exposing Crystals entire chest. She hovered over them for a moment, her eyes, hungry and lustful, searching for Nicky’s. The blonde leaned forward and they met in a searing, long kiss, right above Crystals hardening nipples. It was almost unbearable, the sounds coming from her throat showing the other two just how much their teasing affected her.

Nicky let go of Gigi’s lips, the faint red of her tinted chapstick smeared all around the others mouth, eyes always fixed on Crystal. Before the latter had any chance to react, she could already feel the warm, wet sensation of Gigi finally locking her lips around one of her nipples. Her teeth grazed over the sensitive skin, tongue flicking the silver ring of Crystals nipple piercing up and down. A deep, sinfully loud moan escaped Crystals throat and the threw her head back, hands tangled in Gigis autumn curl. Her fingertips grazed her scalp before being met with Nicky’s, who’s hand rested on the back of Gigis skull, gently pushing her down towards Crystal. The corners of her lips turned upwards into a satisfied smile as she watched them, like an artist marvelling at their own masterpiece. When her eyes interlocked with Crystal‘s, she winked at her, head just slightly cocked to the side. Nicky revelled in the control she had over Crystal and Gigi, nothing made her smile wider than watching the things she could make them do to each other by pushing their buttons just right. Before she had joined their relationship, Crystal had never thought she would enjoy being watched by a third as much as she did now.

„Nicky“, she whined out, eyes fluttering shut as she felt Gigi smirk against her chest. The redhead knew just how much Crystal revelled under Nicky’s gaze, especially in a position like this, where it took all her self control to not just buck her hips up, searching for any friction between her and Gigi‘s hips, which the taller girl rolled against her in the rhythm of her tongue‘s antics.

Nicky understood Crystal‘s plea without needing another word from her, leaning down to reward her with a chaste kiss before sitting back up.

Gigi released Crystals nipple with a wet pop. Her eyes wandered over her work, Crystals skin glistening with saliva, bruises and hickeys already forming around the nipple.

„Marvellous work cherié“, Nicky cooed, pressing her lips against Gigi‘s temple, „Now, why don‘t you let me take care of the other one? I think you’re needed more somewhere else …“, Nicky’s fingers trailed down Gigi’s back, where they wandered right over to Crystals inner thigh. Crystal let out a high pitched gasp when she pressed a single finger down against her clit. Even with her panties still on, she knew Nicky must be able to feel the wetness pooling down there. Gigi chuckled, leaning into Nicky for another quick kiss.

„Sounds perfect“, she purred, her eyes finding Crystals, „Doesn’t it?“

All she could do to answer was press her eyes shut and nod frantically, taking a few deep breaths as the other two shifted above her. Gigi shuffled downwards, pushing her legs apart to settle right between them, her palms resting against their soft insides. Nicky stayed sat beside them, comfortable on her knees as she leaned down, her fingers painfully slowly trailing over Crystals collarbones, ever so slightly wandering lower before inevitably coming back up, never quite reaching where Crystal wanted her most. And all the could do was lay there, mouth agape, eyes shut, and let it happen. Merely little gasps and whines let the others know just how much of an effect their antics had on her. Well, those and the pool of arousal Gigi was met with the moment she slid Crystals panties down her legs.

Other than Nicky, she wasted no time, immediately diving in, her tongue swirling through her damp folds, nose ever so slightly pressing into her clit. Crystal mewled out, gripping the sheets on each side of her.

Nicky on the other hand continued to take her time. She supported her own body with one hand, the other one lazily trailing around Crystal’s chest in circles. Her fingertips circled around her skin, wandering up to her hardened nipple, only to immediately retreat again to fumble with the bra strap that uselessly hung down Crystals arm.

Crystal whined loudly at her. The sensation of Gigi working fast and effectively where she needed it the most drew a stark contrast to Nicky lazily trailing her fingers around, more watching then actually being involved herself. It muddled Crystals brain, she wasn’t sure whether she was begging for more or less, who she pleaded to and what exactly it was she wanted. All she knew was that her breaking point was approaching, even more rapid as Gigi wrapped her lips around her clit and began to suck relentlessly. Crystals hips bucked upwards, chasing the friction and Nicky let out a low moan herself at the view.

Finally, the blonde let her finger reach where Crystal wanted it, pinching once, twice, before letting her thumb and index finger play with the piercing on that side. Her eyes were fixed on Gigi, who wrapped her arms around each of Crystals thighs, pulling her in closer. Crystals gasps became frantic, her breath cut short and she felt her whole body start to shake. When Nicky let out a laugh, cupping Crystals breast with her entire palm, the orgasm finally washed over her like an ice cold ocean wave. She allowed herself to dip in, shuddering at the sensation as long as it lasted.

When Gigi retreated from her spot at last, a long sigh left Crystal’s mouth. It was cut short quickly by Gigi’s own lips though, who crawled upwards to give Crystal a taste of herself. The brunette let herself fall into the kiss, leaning upwards and wrapping both of her arms around Gigi to pull her slim figure close. They both smiled into the kiss, staying wrapped up in one another for just a moment to catch their breaths before Gigi rolled over to make space for Nicky, who had nestled down beside them, now wrapping one arm around Crystals waist, gently caressing her hip.

„Are you alright?“, she murmured, her accent always thicker when she whispered. A smile rested on her lips, pride and satisfaction written all over her face. One single look into her eyes was enough for Crystal to spot the arousal in her dilated pupils though. The night really had just begun.

Having finally caught her breath, Crystal nodded, sharing a short kiss with Nicky. „I’m okay“, she reassured, Gigi nodding in agreement, her head cocked to the side in anticipation. A grin spread over Crystals face and she slowly sat up, turning around to face her girlfriends. „If I‘m correct, it‘s someone else’s turn now…“ And with that, she grabbed Gigi‘s hips and pinned her down into the cushions, swallowing her surprised giggle with a hungry kiss.

She couldn’t see it, but as Crystal nipped hungrily at Gigi‘s lips, Nicky’s face softened, a lump forming in her throat. She swallowed it down, closing her eyes for a moment, overwhelmed with adoration and gratitude for the two girls in front of her. Never in her life would she have guessed she’d find someone who could satisfy her needs, let alone two people. On top of that, they were her best friends in the entire world, the two people Nicky loved the most. And here they were, hips grinding in sync, lips interlocked, just for her to see. Nicky opened her eyes again. She truly was the luckiest girl, even with no electricity and their freezer probably melting away this very moment. But what did that even matter when you were loved and loved back? What did that matter when you had your favourite people let you see them at their rawest, just because they knew you enjoyed it? With a soft smile, she leaned back against the sofa cushions and let herself fully enjoy the show she knew she was going to get.

#berry’s writings #Nicky doll x Gigi Goode x Crystal Methyd #crygi #goodedoll #methydoll #? #kinktober 2022

[thecollectionsof]

here!! a new fic

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

#i don't like this fic or how it turned out. as a gentle warning #crygi #methydoll #goodedoll #gi writing? it's more likely than you think

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

hmmmm how about crystal/nicky for 21?

Stop this is giving me all the vibes of Friendly Fire. I still have not forgiven Mac( @imalwaysaslutfordrag ) for the latest chapter update so here’s a little something.

21. Kiss on a place of insecurity

“Ma Cheri! We’re going to be late.” Nicky called from down the hall, her always sultry French accent echoing through the large estate.

Crystal huffed as she smoothed out the dress, the red fabric laying gently against her skin. Something just didn’t feel right about what she was wearing and she couldn’t figure it out.

The dress was one Nicky had picked out for Crystal and… it was definitely something Nicky would want Crystal to wear. Plunging neck line, high side slit, almost entirely backless, all of these made Crystal feel out of place wearing this dress. She didn’t feel right wearing this outfit.

“Crystal we really have to-“ Nicky said, bursting through the bedroom door, stopping at the sight of Crystal. Crystal turned it meet a cartoon ish wide eyed and opened mouth expression from Nicky that she couldn’t help but laugh at.

“Cheri, is that the body you’ve been hiding this whole time?” Nicky asks, walking up behind Crystal and having a hand run up and down her curves. Crystal squeaked in surprise, her cheeks flushing.

“I-I might change.”

“Why? You look like sex on legs in this.” Nicky asked incredulously.

Crystal chewed her bottom lip as her heart beat rapidly against her chest as Nicky rested her head on her shoulder, feeling every single breath against her neck and having a shiver run down her.

“I just don’t like how I look.” Crystal admitted, dropping her head. Nicky pulled away puzzled and stepped in front of her girlfriend. She placed a finger under her chin and tilted the brunettes head up, eyes meeting. She pressed a searing kiss to her lips as Crystal gasped into the kiss.

“Guess Im going to have to show you sexy you are mon amour.” Nicky whispered against her lips. Crystal just nodded moaned loudly as Nicky kissed down her neck.

They were late for the event.

#for thecollectionsof #crystal methyd #nicky doll #methydoll

[aqpippin]

Okay, so for the sleepover game, rec me three fics you still think about today. Pairing and rating are free for all. Bonus if you tell us why you like the fics.

RIGHT

1. predictable

it’s like the og goodecox fic — it’s the fic that introduced me to goodecox and the dynamic is so !!!! ((it is also smut on smut on smut so like.. beware))

2. words found at 4am

frey popped the fuck off with this — just a collection of little drabbles for different ships and i love them so so much, pretty sure this was my intro to methydoll too !! they’re GREAT if you love shorter fics but they WILL leave you yearning for more

3. peaches and cream

i shit you not when i say i think about this fic like weekly. i think this is one of the first rpdr fics i EVER read — like i was very very new to the fandom when this was posted, and i was HOOKED. it’s so sensual and horny and indulgent and i love it so much

#special rec for it isn’t so bad to be stuck with you - iykyk #i am devastated it isn’t available anymore #but not too devastated bc jaz sent me the downloaded doc and i love her forever for it #asks #petitmonde #sleepover weekend

[imalwaysaslutfordrag]

Morning! (for me, happy timezone to you) 💙

PLEASE tell me about Ghost Methydoll, I'm all 👀👀👀

good evening, my love

Ghost Methydoll was a sleep-deprived idea that Alex and I came up with on discord one fateful night. The summary is along the lines of Crystal buying an old run-down bar in her hometown and renovating it to be a hip cool art gallery/bar combo for rich weird hipsters. But uh oh, as she's renovating she notices paranormal shit going on. She does a seance and Nicky appears and is hot, French, and a ghost (the perfect woman).

Nicky was a French immigrant in the 1920s who moved to America only to find out that it sucked and she hated it. She worked as a bartender at the same bar Crystal is renovating for a while before discovering that escorting paid a lot more money.

Shenanigans ensue as the two bond, despite the otherworldly nature of their relationship, and maybe develop feelings... who's to say?

There is a central kind of mystery about how Nicky died and why she's still around.

I have a very VERY loose plot laid down in the doc, but I some snippets that I will leave below the cut.

Crystal peeked one eye open.

Then felt herself react instinctively, body throwing itself backward at the sight before her.

Sitting atop the newly polished bartop was a woman.

A woman with incredibly dated clothes and an eerily knowing smirk.

As if that wasn't cause for alarm, the woman was see through.

Like, not fully transparent, but her body did flicker in and out of existence. Like those shitty fluorescent bulbs that lined high school hallways.

"You did not have to go to all that trouble," the woman smiled down at her setup. "But the candles are a nice touch. Flattering."

...

Crystal's eyes blinked open slowly, a hazy view of the partially wood-stained bar coming into focus. She was relieved to find no trace of the mysterious ghostly figure from the previous night atop it.

She sighed to herself, "what a crazy dream."

"Yeah, crazy," a voice came from behind her.

Crystal fell off the couch in her shock.

...

Crystal took a cautious sip of the concoction Nicky had helped create.

Then promptly spit it out, coughing and hacking at the taste.

She had to breathe through her nose for a solid three minutes before she turned to stare at Nicky like she was properly insane. "If you weren't dead before, that much alcohol in a drink would kill you."

"Must be nice," Nicky mused, staring wistfully at where her hand passed through the glass.

...

"Why are you here as a ghost? You got some unfinished business?"

"I think the man upstairs just wants me to keep you from painting the wall that horrible shade of orange."

#methydoll #ghost methydoll #nicky doll #crystal methyd #answered #mac speaks #shut up mac #my love my life #freyln my beloved

[missjanjie]

same, crystal

#crystal methyd #nicky doll #methydoll

[opalescent-cheetah]

I Don’t Know What To Do (About This Dream And You), 1/5 - Methydoll

Summary: Baseball players and mythical beings are a potent combination. After Crystal catches her eye on the baseball field, Nicky makes a decision that turns her entire world upside down. Meanwhile, Crystal is caught in a mysterious dreamscape, chasing a creature with eyes like liquid gold.

Inspired by these songs: “She’s So High” - Tal Bachman; “Digital Love” - Daft Punk; “Baby” - Francesca Blanchard

A/N: Here is my songfic exchange story, for the lovely @cobblestaubrey ! I’d like to say thank you to @a-tresia for hosting the exchange, and to cobblestaubrey for choosing such wonderful songs! I had a great time planning and writing this, and I hope you'll enjoy it too <3

Updates daily (and this time, I'll stick to my schedule!)

Ao3

Chapter 1 - Nicky

Nicky does not like baseball.

Even in the shade of the bleachers, the air is stifling, thick with the midsummer heat. She feels like she’s already been sitting here for a lifetime and a half, and the game hasn’t even started yet.

She’s only here because she’s a good friend - or, at the very least, she tries to be. It’s tempting to just up and leave, but she knows she’d hurt Jackie (worse, she’d hurt Jan, who has an unreasonable amount of pride when it comes to baseball). 

Jackie, who is sitting beside her, seems to sense her discomfort and lightly pats her knee. 

“I’m sure it won’t be much longer,” she says reassuringly. “Thanks for coming along, by the way. I know baseball’s not really your thing, so… I appreciate it. And so does Jan.”

“You’d better,” Nicky says wryly, but she smiles despite herself.

Soon enough, the speakers crackle to life, and Nicky sees Jackie lean forward ever so slightly, her eyes sparkling as she looks for Jan. Her adoration for her girlfriend is so sweet it’s almost sickening, but Nicky would be lying if she said she isn’t just a little bit endeared. 

Jackie whoops with excitement and Nicky finally returns her focus to the field. There’s Jan, her ponytail swinging behind her, and--

Holy fuck.

Who’s that?

Nicky may not like baseball, but she loves cute girls, and the girl behind Jan might just be one of the prettiest human beings Nicky has ever laid eyes upon. Her baseball cap is nestled in buoyant curls, her smile so bright Nicky feels like she might well be looking into the sun. She walks with a spring in her step, so full of energy she could even rival Jan. 

Nicky has never seen someone more captivating.

The game becomes infinitely more interesting now that she’s seen the players. Nicky tries to watch Jan as much as she can - she’s the reason Nicky’s here in the first place, after all - but her gaze keeps drifting to the player with the radiant smile and gorgeous tan skin. Some wretched part of her starts asking Jackie about the game, and before she knows it, she’s whooping and hollering along with the rest of the crowd.

“I didn’t think you’d be so into it,” Jackie comments between innings. “I’ll be honest, I’m impressed.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s slightly more interesting than it looks,” Nicky replies nonchalantly. 

“Ah, yes.” Jackie quirks a knowing eyebrow. “Slightly.”

“Shut up, you,” Nicky laughs, elbowing her. She returns her attention to the game - Jan is batting now, and her curly-haired teammate is on second base, her body tensed, ready to sprint at a moment’s notice. 

CRACK!

The bat makes contact with the ball, and the players fly into action. The fielders close in on the ball, throwing it to each other with a practiced dexterity; meanwhile, Jan’s teammate has rounded third base and is running full-tilt towards home. Nicky watches with bated breath as she gets closer and closer, until she’s only a few strides away, but the fielders are still passing the ball and she’s not going to make it in time--

She lunges forward, throwing herself at the base, and sprawls into the dirt a mere second before the ball lands in the catcher’s mitt. 

“SAFE!” the referee shouts, and the crowd erupts into cheers. Nicky is prepared to scream so loud her throat goes hoarse, but she falters - there’s something wrong. The girl is wincing as she stands, one arm held close to her chest and the other wrapping itself around her ribcage. Another member of her team rushes to her side and helps her into the dugout. 

“Is she okay?” Nicky asks Jackie, hoping she won’t notice the worry permeating her voice. 

Jackie bites her lip. “I hope so. That was a great slide into home, though.” 

“Yeah.”

They watch quietly as the girl is given an ice pack, which she seems to mull over for a moment before applying it to her wrist. Her teammate takes a seat beside her, grinning widely as she speaks to her, and soon enough, the injured girl is smiling again too. 

She remains in the dugout for the rest of the game. Nicky tries not to stare at her by keeping her eyes on Jan who, like the rest of her team, seems to be brimming with energy despite the oppressive heat. Perhaps they’re more determined to win on behalf of their injured teammate. 

Nicky finally lets her gaze return to the curly-haired girl when Jan dashes into home and immediately leaps into the dugout to give her a hug. The girl winces at first, but her sunny smile returns a moment later as she and Jan rejoice over something. Nicky can’t help but wonder what they’re saying to each other. 

After the game, Jackie and Nicky wait outside the locker rooms for Jan. They don’t have to wait long until she emerges - with her captivating teammate beside her.

She’s even more beautiful up close.

Now, Nicky can count the freckles on her nose and see every glimmer of light in her earthen eyes. Nicky’s breath catches in her throat, and she forces herself not to stare.

“I’m going to give Crystal a ride home, if that’s okay,” Jan says. 

Crystal.

It’s a beautiful name - and it’s fitting, for someone who seems to radiate light like Crystal does. Nicky nods, a little too quickly.

She falls into step beside Crystal as they walk to Jan’s car, and when Jackie takes shotgun, Nicky and Crystal pile into the back together. 

“You doing alright?” Nicky asks, as casually as she can.

“Oh, me?” Crystal says, and wow, Nicky thinks, her voice is weirdly alluring too. She laughs nervously, glancing down at her bandaged arm. “Yeah, I’m good, I just sprained my wrist. And probably bruised a couple ribs. But I guess you saw how that slide ended up, huh.” 

“Hey, it was really good!” Jan interrupts to reassure her. “Honestly, it was epic. You made it with a second to spare.”

Crystal grins. “I know, right? I didn’t think I’d get there in time. It just sucks that I can’t play next week.”

“Yeah.” Jan grimaces. “We’ll work around it, though. Oh my god, do you remember that time Jaida had to go back to Milwaukee?”

“That game was a disaster!”

Nicky leans back in her seat, content to just listen as Jan and Crystal discuss games past. Crystal is as lively and exciting to sit next to as she was to watch on the field, and Nicky fights the urge to watch her lips move as she speaks. Instead, she focuses on the blurring treeline, pretending not to notice the strange bubbling feeling in her chest. 

As they pull up to Crystal’s house and Crystal bids them farewell, Nicky feels the first threads of a plan formulating in her mind.

She’ll be back tonight.

~

Next Chapter

#rpdr fanfiction #nicky doll #crystal methyd #jan sport #jackie cox #methydoll #crystal x nicky #songfic #mythical au #baseball au #opal writes

[dawningofdrag]

Heart of Glass, Mind of Stone (1/?) 

[ jiji & methydoll ]

“She’s dead,” Gigi gasped out, bloodshot eyes still refusing to tear away from the body laid out in front of her. The Latina grasped the blonde’s hand, squeezing it to offer some sense of comfort despite the horrifying circumstances. 

The room fell silent, a thick, heavy air resting on their shoulders as they all collectively just stood there, allowing their actions and its repercussions to settle into their conscience. 

“We’re murderers,” Gigi whispered through her hiccups, and all Crystal could do was nod. They killed her. They committed murder, and all of a sudden it felt like it was much, much harder to breathe. 

[ how to get away with murder au ]

this is a product of binge-watching htgawm with online friends. my first ever multichap, hope you like it 🤍

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#rpdr fanfiction #rupaul's drag race #rpdr12 #jiji #methydoll #jackie x gigi #crystal x nicky #crystal methyd #gigi goode #jackie cox #heidi n closet #jaida essence hall #jan sport #rock m sakura #nicky doll #widow von'du #my writing #tw blood #tw death #tw gun mention #tw violence #law school au #lesbian au

[crystalelizabethmethyd]

get out of the crygi clown car u sluts nicky wants crystal to win,,,,, methydoll stans rise up

#rpdr s12 #next on my stupidity #Nicky doll #methydoll #crystal methyd #mine

[zwritestuff]

crystal x nicky (touchdown au is living in my mind rent free, i'm sorry) with the word "rude"

FUCK YEAH NONY, LETS GOOOO

***

“Don’t you dare touch me right now, you smell like wet dog,” Crystal says, scrunching up her face when Nicky leans in for a kiss. Nicky rolls her eyes, pinning Crystal to the wall and peppering kisses all over her face. “Nickyyyy! Stop!” She cries, though Nicky can see the smile she’s biting back.

“You smell like shit too, and I don’t complain, Princesse. Be a good girl and quit being a brat,” Nicky says, placing a kiss on Crystal's jawline, earning an eye roll from her girlfriend. 

They both smell like wet dog, honestly. The rain caught both of their teams off guard, and considering how sweaty they already were, the rain and sweat don't really make a good mix. 

The showers are already deserted; due to the rain they had to cancel training, so the showers got easily clogged up with girls waiting - very impatiently - to use the showers. Though Nicky wonders why Crystal decided to stay, if she could've easily gone back to her house in her car, avoiding the rain and staying dry.

A cheeky smile appears on Nicky's face as Crystal twirls a strand of her bleached blonde hair in her index finger, biting her lower lip as she places her free hand on Nicky's waist.

“Maybe, if you shut up and kiss me, I'll quit being a brat,” she says innocently, though there's a subtle demanding tone behind her words. 

Nicky rolls her eyes with a smirk. Crystal can't stop being a spoiled brat if she tries, but it's not that she minds. It's actually hot, if she's being honest.

She leans in for a kiss and Crystal stops her.

“Ah-ah, I didn't say where.”

#asks #anon #touchdown fic #fics requests #my fanfiction #methydoll #crystal methyd #nicky doll

[imposterzoe]

72 with methydoll (because one of the countdown to the crown videos, crystal says she still sleeps with her baby pillow🥺)

Oooh I love

72.) “Tell me what I can do to help.” - “Sing me to sleep.”

Before you read ahead know this: Nicky didn't know!

She had no idea!

It was a complete and total accident!

Simple ignorance really.

Here we go....

"WHERE IS MY PILLOW?!" Crystal shrieked.

Nicky shrugged. "Who cares? It was ratty! I don't know what you wrecked the room for. Ah!"

She ducked as the hamper flew over her head. "What the hell is your problem?!"

"Nicky I've had that pillow since I was a baby!" She ran a hand through her hair. "If you've seen it you have to tell me!"

"I don't know!" Nicky cried. "I'm sorry."

Crystal whined anxiously as she sat on the edge of the bed. "I can't sleep without it Nick. I never have."

Nicky kneeled in front of her girlfriend. "I'm so sorry. Tell me what I can do to help.”

Crystal shook her head, looking around like her pillow would materialize out of thin air. "I-i don't know. I- I've always had it. I don't know."

"You must have lost it at some point. Maybe your mom did something when you did?" Nicky was next to her now, rubbing her back.

She was rocking back and forth now, racking her brain. Then it came to her.

"Yeah. I-i lost it for a week when I was six. Left it at a cousin's house." She mumbles.

"Ok that good. How'd you get to sleep?" Nicky cooed.

"My mom would... Sing me to sleep.” Crystal murmured.

"Well that's what I'll do until we find it. Every night if I have to, ok?"

"I can't ask you to do that Nicky." She whispered.

"I'm offering." Nicky murmured, pulling Crystal into her arms.

"Thank you." Crystal whimpered, burying her head in Nicky's arms.

"You're welcome." She responded. "Now let's clean up, huh?"

And as they started cleaning Nicky did the math.

She had two hours to sneak out, grab the pillow from the trash, and wash it before Crystal went to sleep.

Easy.

#drabble #methydoll #crystal methyd #nicky doll #crystal x nicky #slight angst #sorry this too forever

[artificialqueens]

Blue Neighborhood Series: BLUE (Methydoll) - Mac

AN: All my thanks to Alex for betaing this bitch. Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out!! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Nicky offers to help Crystal with her art school applications by acting as a model and getting her portrait done.

Crystal had only just sat down at her desk, bags still thrown haphazardly about her room, when she heard a loud thwack on her window that nearly caused her to fall out of her chair in shock.

She whipped her head in the direction of the sound. Through the early afternoon sunlight she could make out Nicky’s flushed red face, and three words written boldly on a piece of paper pressed to the French girl’s window.

YOU’RE A BITCH

Crystal bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing outright, sealing her expression in mock annoyance as she threw open her window.

“I was only gone two days.”

Nicky gave an over exaggerated sigh, throwing her head back and clutching at her chest as if in pain. “I was stuck with Heidi and Brita who kept talking about how hot MEN are.” Nicky gave a pathetic sniffle.

When her antics didn’t produce the reaction desired, Nicky crossed her arms over her chest, puffing it out in frustration and refusing to look Crystal in the eye. “You should be thankful I am even talking to you after you LEFT ME!”

Crystal just raised one judgemental eyebrow, fighting back the urge to blush. “You’re such a drama queen,” she chuckled, shaking her head.

The side of Nicky’s mouth quirked up in a half smirk. “And Heidi’s a bad liar.”

Crystal’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Dammit. “She told you?”

“She didn’t have to!” Nicky exclaimed. “As soon as she mentioned it, I knew. She never invites me over to her house, so of course you had to be behind it.”

Crystal sighed. “Did you at least go?”

Nicky scoffed. “Of course I went. I’m a good friend.”

“And-”

“Why do you say it like that? Like I did something bad?”

Crystal raised one skeptical eyebrow.

Nicky eventually raised her gaze, allowing herself to meet Crystal’s eyes for the first time that conversation, and sighed. “Heidi’s mom is pissed because I strongly encouraged Heidi to buy this gorgeous Coach bag.”

“How much was it?”

Nicky pursed her lips. “I’d rather not say.”

“Two hundred?”

“Yeah…” Nicky trailed off, “plus another two hundred,” she mumbled.

Crystal’s jaw dropped. “You got her to buy a FOUR HUNDRED DOLLAR PURSE?”

The older girl held her hands up in surrender. “In my defense, retail therapy is good for heartbreak!”

Crystal, still in shock, just nodded dumbly to herself, mumbling, “Oh my god, you’re actually the worst person on the planet. I can’t believe I’m friends with the actual worst human being to exist ever.”

“You love me.” Nicky winked, causing Crystal’s heart to do that silly little flippy thing making her palms sweat and her ears burn.

There was a beat of silence before Crystal gave a long-suffering sigh. “I’ll talk to Heidi’s mom.”

She had been trying, rather foolishly, but she had been trying to get Nicky to open up to the rest of their friend group. Nicky had been living in the U.S. for nearly four months now and yet hardly seemed concerned by the lack of bonding she had accomplished with the girls in the neighborhood.

Maybe it was a selfish part of Crystal too that needed someone else to understand how she felt under Nicky’s spell.

Because surely it couldn’t just be her.

Nicky had that effect on everyone.

“Did you at least like the college?” Nicky asked, drawing Crystal out of her spiraling thoughts and back into reality.

The artist cast her eyes down to where her fingers were fiddling with the peeling window trim, and couldn’t help a smile from breaking out.

“It was wonderful,” she said lightly.

Nicky’s gaze softened, brilliant smile taking over her features. “Stop being so fucking cute. I can’t be mad at you when you smile like that.”

Crystal couldn’t fight the blush this time and allowed her cheeks to flush crimson. If worst came to worst she could blame it on the cooling temperature and the change of season.

Her mind trailed back to the college visit, a sigh leaving her lips against her will.

“But-” Nicky prompted her.

Crystal shook her head. “But- the admissions lady took a look at my portfolio and said it could use some work.”

“So she is an idiot.”

“No- I mean, maybe.” Crystal sighed. “I know my art style isn’t… traditional, and I know that to move in the art world I have to play by their rules, at least a little.”

Nicky nodded gently. “So what are you going to do?”

Crystal sighed, leaning forward to rest her head on her hands. “I need more ‘realistic’ pieces. Portrait work is probably my best bet, but I’m not entirely sure who I would do, and I got a C in freshman bio so-”

“You should paint me.”

Crystal’s head shot up. “W-what?”

Nicky smiled, rolling her eyes playfully. “Paint me like one of your French girls.” she snickered, posing dramatically. “C’mon, don’t act like you don’t want an excuse to stare at me.”

Crystal couldn’t help a laugh from bubbling out, lighting her up from the inside out. “Can’t argue with that,” she threw back, just as teasingly.

Nicky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, as if she hadn’t expected Crystal to match her energy, when her usual reaction was to blush and gloss over the flirtatious tone.

It was almost comical how long it took Nicky to process the statement, and Crystal found herself, for the first time, in a position of power over the other girl.

She pushed her luck. “Tomorrow after school? Art room?”

It was refreshing to see the impeccably put-together girl out of her element, and Crystal’s smile only grew as Nicky caught her breath before nodding.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

…

The rapidly cooling air that signified the coming winter seeped through the shoddy insulation in the art room. Old walls did little to prevent the howling wind from seeping into the well-worn cracks in the brick. And yet, Crystal had never felt more at home.

As the sun was already beginning to make its descent from the sky, she allowed herself to glance around, marveling at the expanse of half-finished art pieces that littered the shelves, and her large blank canvas that took up the middle of the grouped tables.

The door to the room creaked on its hinges and Crystal looked up suddenly, heart pounding in her ears at the prospect that she was about to spend the next however long having to stare at Nicky’s beauty up close and personal.

But her elation quickly faded as the figure that burst through the art room doors was not at all who she expected.

“Sorry, I was just… looking for Jacks…” Gigi trailed off, breaking eye contact before nodding to the floor. “I’ll just-” she motioned to the door.

“So it’s true?” Crystal heard herself say. “You and Jackie?”

Gigi met her eyes warily, holding her gaze just long enough for Crystal to see that she was genuinely afraid.

The cheerleader nodded once. “Yeah.”

Crystal hadn’t seen Jackie in a couple days, the older girl having given the excuse that she needed to practice the changes in their cheer routine. But she had mentioned in passing that she and Gigi were seeing each other.

Crystal hadn’t believed it at first, but now, looking at Gigi’s worried expression, the first vulnerability she had seen from her ex in a long time, she had her answer.

It was… different, Crystal decided.

Not bad, but not nearly comfortable.

Her ex and one of her best friends.

Crystal could be more mad. She probably should be.

But just by looking at her Crystal could tell that this Gigi, this nervous, timid thing, was a far cry from the Gigi that had caused all that pain freshman year. She had three years to grow and change, and if the way she was guiltily staring at the floor was anything to go by, she had changed quite a bit.

Gone was the cavalier, above-it-all attitude she used to exude. The smarmy chuckles and flirtatious winks she gave out like candy.

She had no doubt been humbled by her fling with Jaida being outed, however, it was more than that.

But Crystal didn’t allow herself to analyze further. They were different people now.

The heavy silence was clearly eating at Gigi because she went to explain herself, “If you want to talk about-”

Crystal stopped her with a shake of her head.

Gigi withered.

“Just don’t hurt her.” Crystal said firmly, putting every ounce of strength she had in those four words.

Gigi met her eyes finally, determination clear in them. “I won’t.”

Crystal believed her.

“Okay,” she said.

We’re good. She meant.

…

They got five minutes into painting before Crystal sighed, dropping the brush exasperatedly.

“What’s wrong?” Nicky teased. “Can’t capture my beauty?”

Crystal rolled her eyes. “Nothing could ever capture your beauty,” she deadpanned.

Nicky tried to hide the flush of her cheeks by turning her head, but Crystal caught her, smiling inwardly at the reaction.

“You need to relax. Put on some music.”

“I don’t know about-”

Nicky’s eyes lit up. “Here, I have a playlist for this!”

Crystal raised an eyebrow skeptically. “You have a playlist for getting your portrait done by your friend who’s never going to get into art school and might as well drop out now and live in a cardboard box under a bridge?”

Nicky rolled her eyes, hopping off the stool and grabbing a random half-finished pottery project off the art room shelf. “No, that’s too long for a title.”

Crystal stuck her tongue out.

Nicky just smiled knowingly. “I called it ‘songs to play when Crystal gets frustrated that give me an excuse to initiate physical contact.’”

“Wait what-”

But before Crystal could get a word in edgewise, Nicky was blasting her old-timey music.

The notes rose and fell against the unfinished clay pot, adding a strange echo to the song. Nicky didn’t seem to mind though, turning on her heel and holding a hand out to Crystal.

She looked editorial, pristine white blouse and matching pants hugged her slim figure like they were tailored to her frame.

“Come dance with me,” she spoke softly, pushing herself off one of the tables to inch closer to Crystal.

The artist had the distinct feeling of being hunted as Nicky’s eyes zoned in on her face, tracing the curve of her lips. “I-I have to-”

“S'il te plait, mon amour.” Nicky practically whispered coming closer, breathing in her air. “Danse avec moi.”

And Crystal had no clue what she said, but she couldn’t very well refuse Nicky when she spoke like that. All soft eyes and gentle French words.

She took Nicky’s outstretched hand and found herself in the leading position.

It was only when Nicky pulled her closer that Crystal noted her own drab appearance, overalls smeared with paints and bits of charcoal that most definitely would ruin Nicky’s all-white outfit.

“Wait, the paint isn’t dry!” She tried to warn, but Nicky ignored her, pulling the artist closer, the blues and oranges and lilacs pressed against the expensive fabric.

The French beauty just shook her head and laughed at Crystal’s shocked expression.

They fell into a rhythm before long, Crystal swaying them this way and that. She was surely doing something wrong, but Nicky didn’t seem to mind, peaceful smile pulling at the corners of her mouth and eyes.

She looked ethereal up close.

Her pores varied in size and the lines beside her mouth were deeper than Crystal had assumed at first glance.

She was perfect.

She was just like everyone else.

Almost without realizing it, Crystal slowed their rocking to a stop.

Nicky blinked her eyes open. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing.” Crystal shook her head to clear it.

“Why’d you stop?”

Crystal smiled gently. “I wanted to see your eyes. I missed them.”

Nicky threw her delicate neck back in a laugh that rang in both their ears. “Awww, Crystal,” she cooed. “You’re such a sap.”

“You love it.”

Nicky just hummed noncommittally, poorly hiding a smile, and went back to swaying.

…

It went on that way for nearly a week.

With Crystal trying to paint her neighbor, and said neighbor distracting her by doing something ridiculously romantic that made her head spin on her shoulders.

They got good at it.

Danced around each other like professionals.

Like they had since the day they met.

When the painting was finally done, Crystal didn’t tell Nicky at first. She soaked up their time together like she couldn’t just throw open her window anytime she felt like it and see the older girl.

She drank in the moments right before she unveiled her masterpiece.

Nicky didn’t say anything for a long while.

And then finally, “It’s beautiful.”

Crystal scoffed. “It’s you, you fucking arrogant ass-”

Nicky shook her head, turning to meet Crystal’s gaze, eyes brimming with something so… real it nearly stole Crystal’s breath.

“It’s beautiful because you did it. Because I can see the brush strokes here,” she pointed to the tip of portrait-Nicky’s nose, “and how you changed the shade of white under my chin. And that you got the two different tones of my eyes.”

Nicky’s hand was sweeping over the expanse of the canvas, tracing the patterns and divots and blemishes that made up her being. Crystal would have scolded her for running her fingers over the painting, but Nicky was breathing in her air again, and Crystal’s head felt woozy with the rush of emotion.

Because Nicky noticed.

She noticed each color change, each shadow placement, each brushstroke.

And Crystal suddenly felt very stupid because of course Nicky noticed.

She always noticed.

“It’s beautiful because you love me.”

Crystal’s heart lurched forward.

“You don’t have to say it. I know.” Nicky turned back to look at the painting. “This is how you love me.”

“Nicky-” Crystal started, unsure of what she was going to say.

Nicky turned to her, that ever-present mysterious emotion front and center, and only then could Crystal place it.

“I love you too.”

Love.

Of course.

Love.

And before either of them could dance away, Crystal pulled Nicky in by the hips, digging her fingers into the dip in her waist and pressing their lips together.

It felt like rainfall.

Or like a promise.

But mostly it felt like love. Like a long-time-coming love.

Like the kind of love that had time to mature. That had time to grow.

Nicky’s hands cupped Crystal’s face like she was a delicate work of art, and Crystal’s nails dug into Nicky’s skin like she wanted to shatter it.

And the kiss was messy and wet because someone started crying but they were both smiling and clutching onto each other like a lifeline.

And Crystal couldn’t ever remember being happier.

#rpdr fanfiction #high school au #cisgirl au #lesbian au #fluff #flirting #s12 #nicky doll #crystal methyd #crystal x nicky #blue neighborhood series #blue #mac

[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.

#i wrote this up because missvanjiebitchh asked me what my wip idea was #and apparently if you ask me about a wip i just write the fic #crygi #methydoll #goodedoll #what's the ship name for all three? crygidoll? #gi writing? it's more likely than you think

[freykitten]

👀

Thanks lass 💙

From a doc called Methydoll breakup, which is ~400 angsty words I have nothing more to say about:

she came back home and watched “Seraphine” just to hear someone speak French again. She cried when the main character said that people who paint love differently. She didn’t want to love differently, she wanted to love normally. Maybe then it would be enough. No, enough was the wrong word, they talked about this.

“You are enough, Crystal,” Nicky had sighed. “To be fair, sometimes you are too much.”

#frey's chronicles of the wips that aren't ips #🍞

[imalwaysaslutfordrag]

how about 19 for the prompts? with anybody and Nicky ;)

You know that if you give me free rein, I’m gonna make it methydoll. It’s just how it is, I can’t help it. This also got weirdly long, so I’m sorry.

“God, you are so fucking cute.”

When Crystal interviewed for this job, she had expected something more glamorous.

Crystal had always wanted to be a model. From the time she could walk she was strutting down cardboard runways haphazardly constructed with random boxes she and her sisters found laying around. In high school, she participated in every fashion show, whether she was the one walking or the one keeping the show running smoothly. 

Following her passion lead to her moving to California two months ago. She interviewed at almost every agency, twice. They just weren’t interested. She was too quirky looking. Too strange on the eyes. 

After about a year of searching, she finally found a place that would hire her. But the job wasn’t in front of a camera, or on a runway, it was waiting in line for coffee. Crystal was disheartened at first, but she figured that if she kept on, one day she might finally catch her big break.

On this particular day, Crystal was late. She was running like a madwoman up and down the streets of LA, flinging out apologies left and right. When she finally made it to the shooting space, she had three angry faces to answer to. Her boss grabbed the coffee out of her hand with a huff and a glare, while the model that Crystal mainly worked for, Gigi, just rolled her eyes at Crystal.

“Is it really so hard to get coffee?” Gigi asked, venom dripping off her words.

Crystal was about to counter with a smart ass reply when her attention was pulled by the entrance of a gorgeous young woman.  She was tall, short blonde hair, with cool blue eyes. Her commanding presence only amplified as she walked calmly over to Crystal’s boss. 

Crystal suddenly noticed how no one was talking. The chatter and general merriment that usually filled the air were gone.

It was strange.

This woman made everyone nervous. 

Everyone including Gigi, who plastered on a charming smile and sauntered over to the two women talking in hushed tones.

After a few phrases were passed back and forth, and Gigi batted her eyes big enough that they could be seen from outer space, the well-dressed woman began to unpack the bag that was slung over her shoulder. It took Crystal an embarrassingly long time to figure out that she was the photographer. The realization only came to her when the woman pulled out an expensive-looking camera and began to bustle about the set, tweaking the lights. 

Crystal sat in the back of the room, she was called to grab drinks and snacks and whatever else the team required throughout the shoot, but never once did anyone raise their voice at her.

It was strange. 

She was used to being screamed at for every little thing. This woman, this photographer, really must be important.

As time went on, it was clear something was off. The photographer was mumbling to herself and ordering Gigi around a lot more. The pictures weren’t turning out right. Or they weren’t good enough. Whatever it was, the young woman was over it and she called for the shoot to wrap early. 

The shooting space was quickly evacuated, models and makeup people and production members scattered like flies until the only ones left in the room were Crystal’s boss and the photographer.

And even then, Crystal’s boss was following after the rest of the team. “Crystal, help Nicolette with her things,” she called over her shoulder.

Crystal sighed and got up from her seat in the back to approach the mysterious woman.

“Hey, can I help with anything?” She asked lightly.

The woman, Nicolette, barely looked up at her when she spoke. “Would you grab the box lights and bring them to me?”

“Yeah, sure,” Crystal smiled, even though Nicolette couldn’t see her.

She turned and went to do as she was asked when the woman called out to her.

“Wait, what was your...” Crystal turned around and the woman finally looked at her, then did a double-take,  “name again?” Nicolette’s eyes ran up and down Crystal’s form and the corner of her mouth twitched up. “Wow, you’re, gorgeous.”

Crystal flushed to her hairline. “I-I, umm, I’m Crystal,” she fumbled over her words. Crystal couldn’t help it, the woman’s eye contact was weirdly mesmerizing. 

Not to mention how stunning she looked up close.

“Where have you been all day, Crystal?” 

And oh, she was French. 

Crystal suddenly felt light-headed. She was a sucker for accents. 

“J-just back there.” She pointed to her seat, all the while trying valiantly to look Nicolette in the eye. 

“Sorry, am I making you nervous?” Nicolette asked, smirking. She was fully aware that she was making Crystal nervous. And she seemed to be enjoying it.

“No,” Crystal answered too quickly.

Nicolette chuckled darkly, and Crystal felt her stomach flip pleasantly at the sound. “God, you are so fucking cute.”

Crystal couldn’t help the flush spreading over her cheeks if she wanted to. “S-stop that,” she said, without any force behind the words.

Nicolette held her hands up in surrender. “If you insist.” 

Crystal turned away from her and tried to shake the feeling of being watched. 

It wouldn’t go away.

The next half-hour passed in a rosy haze, with Nicolette, who insisted on being called Nicky, taking every opportunity to compliment Crystal until her face was permanently stained red.

Luckily, or unluckily, there wasn’t much to clean up and they were finished packing up faster than Crystal would have liked. 

"Can I get you anything else?” Crystal asked, nervous edge to her voice. 

Nicky smiled, “Your number.”

Crystal hesitated. Not because she didn’t want to give it. Nicky was gorgeous. Too gorgeous. Maybe that was the problem. Because Crystal still couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that such a beautiful woman wanted her. 

Nicky dropped her charisma shield for a second and let her voice take on a more serious tone. “Hey, you can say no. I won’t mind. I just thought I’d ask.”

Crystal shook her head, trying to clear it of her jumbled thoughts. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just- why me? I’m not... I’m not like all those models you shoot all day. I don’t look like that.”

Nicky furrowed her brow. “Because I like you. And I like the way you look,” Nicky said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like there wasn’t anything weird about a girl like Nicky liking a girl like Crystal. 

“You’d be the only one that does,” Crystal laughed bitterly.

Nicky shook her head. “You’ve been talking to the wrong people then.”

Crystal rolled her eyes and wouldn’t make eye contact anymore. Nicky took the opportunity to rummage around in her jacket pockets for something. A moment later she pulled out a card and held it out to Crystal. “Take this. It’s my phone number.” 

Crystal looked at it skeptically. 

“I promise, it’s not a come on!” Nicky defended herself. “Just, if you ever want headshots or... I don’t know... someone to talk to.”

Crystal smiled in spite of herself and took the card.

“Thank you,” Crystal said. And she meant it.

Nicky just nodded and the two of them wandered down to the still bustling city streets. They parted ways for the evening, but not before Nicky made sure Crystal’s Uber driver wasn’t creepy.

As Crystal sped off away from the space, she smiled to herself and pulled out her phone to dial the number on the card.

#methydoll #crystal x nicky #crystal methyd #nicky doll #nicky x crystal #fluff #photographer au #prompts #thanks for the prompt #lov u bby

[missjanjie]

46V methydoll 💖🧐💕

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

-

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.”

#methydoll #chcrystal #chnicky #shmethydoll #Anonymous