I really wanna take on the idea of writing a fanfic abt Nancy wheeler while following the episode transcripts ykwim? It sounds long and like a lot of writing but I think it could be a lot of fun it either be Nancy or Robin not sure but I really wanna write it!
I need help I’m writing a part TWO to my Caitlyn kirraman Drabble (though this will be more of a one shot) and I have no idea what major Caitlyn would have? (Since this takes place in college) I’m feeling like English or political science
Please give me feedback and writing tips, requests are open and I hope you enjoy
(Ps she’s lowkey a perv and dork she’s just so dumb I love her)
She was so prestigious, came from a good family, and basically bought her way into college—so why would she risk all of it just to see you?
She stands by your window at night watching you study, biting your pen when you don’t know the answers and smiling once you get them. You must know what you do to her, right?
It’s not like she could just come up to you; she was THE Caitlyn Kirraman, shining star on her basketball team, an A in every class but you…it ruined her so badly.
Breaking into your dorm was easy. She has friends around campus, passing a note to Vi, who passed it to Sevika, who gave it to Jinx, who showed it to Ekko, and now she has a key to your lovely dorm, right?
Passing through your single room and just sniffing the air, your faint perfume and scent just linger in it, and now she feels a heat driving down her stomach; fuck, just your scent alone leaves her wet.
Reaching into your underwear drawer and grabbing the pretty lacy pair you own, she stops for a second, truly wondering if she debased herself this far, if she should truly bring them to her nose…
But that’s when her eyes flicker over towards a small box; oh, she could be religious just at the sight of that.
A small pink vibrator sitting in the box—you must’ve been in a rush since you didn’t put it up. Caitlyn thought this was her sign, a sign that let her know she could do this. Her overwhelming sense of guilt, clouded by her complete horniness, took over as she took the vibe and two pairs of underwear and walked over to your bed.
Before she could even get her clothes off or enjoy herself, she heard it…your laughter fluttering down the halls. She’d be captivated if it didn’t mean you were coming towards your dorm room!
Her eyes peered around for somewhere to hide, the wardroom? No, you might check it… Ah, maybe under the bed? Fuck no, she’s too big for that. This is it; her life is over, or at least the one she thought out with you, where you live in the big city and she’s a lawyer and you’re her pretty housewife—fuck.
The door slowly creaks open as you walk in, not noticing Caitlyn shutting the door with a sigh, just happy to be back in your dorm. That’s when you notice her standing in the middle of the room red-handed—or lace-handed, sort of? YOUR pink vibrator in her left hand and two lacy underwear in her right.
Both of you just stand there dumbfounded for different reasons as she blinks at you a couple times before standing up straight and coughing.
“You see, I was stopping a thief in your room—”
“You know I’ve seen you out my window, right?”
Once you interrupted Caitlyn, her eyes opened wide… You can’t be serious. You’ve seen her?? And you’ve never said a single thing? She opens her mouth to speak, but maybe for the first time in her life, Caitlyn has nothing to say; her brain feels like it’s short-circuiting.
“If you wanted to fuck, you could’ve just said something—perv.”
