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‘don’t wait up’ (au niklaus mikaelson one-shot)

Prompt: One day, Niklaus had the brilliant idea of sleeping over at your place after getting kicked out of his apartment. Coincidentally, that was the night you were having a boy over. After standing him up and making excuses, you and Nik got into a heated argument. The argument led to some heated sex and the arrangement has gotten more… comfortable now. He rests his hand on your ass or bites your shoulder or kisses your neck and you two just barely avoid getting caught by your friends.

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warnings: daddy!Klaus, slight smut, bit of an achy breaky ending

A/N: this is a little long, and i left it with a cliff-hanger ending. i also changed it a little from the original prompt i had. i’m sorry i haven’t written in so long! thank you guys for being patient and supportive. please please please read this and tell me what you think. much love XOXOX

“Niklaus Mikaelson. What the hell is going on?!” Klaus just walked into my apartment, groaning about how he got kicked out of his apartment and how he’ll be living with me from now on.

“Oh come on, love. I explained it quite clearly to you. I got kicked out of my apartment due to a noise complaint, which is complete rubbish let me tell you,” he shrugs as I cross my arms over my chest. “I can’t control how loud the girls scream.”

“Ew!” I groan and he smirks, chuckling softly as his eyes roam over my half-dressed body.

“Were you going somewhere?” He leans against the wall, eyes not leaving mine.

“No, Klaus. I just like to dress up and dance on my own sometimes,” I roll my eyes and make my way to my room.

“Seriously, what are your plans? I’d like to join,” he shrugs, following me like a lost puppy.

“Yeah, I don’t think he’s into that,” I shrug and he crinkles his nose.

“You’re dressing up for a boy?” he leans against my dresser, eyes narrowing at my clothing choice.

“Well, I’m dressing for myself. He sees me, wants me, pleases me. End of story,” I shrug and he gags. “Oh please. I’m not the one who got kicked out of my apartment for noise complaints.”

“Not my fault I’m so good at what I do,” he shrugs and I glare at him.

“I’m gonna need you to disappear for tonight. Come back tomorrow afternoon; I’ll even make brunch for you!”

“Yeah, no, I don’t think so. I’m staying right here,” he smirks and sits down at the edge of my bed.

“Niklaus Mikaelson, leave right this minute!” I walk over to him, stopping a foot away from him. “I’m getting laid tonight and I won’t let you stand in the way of that.”

“I can probably please you better than he can,” he raises a brow, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “I saw you, now I want you. All that’s left is for me to please you.”

“No,” I ignore the skip in my heartbeat and cross my arms over my chest, determined not to let Klaus get to me. “Leave.”

“Do you really want that?” His voices comes out in a husky whisper, his hands tentatively moving towards my thighs.

“Klaus,” I close my eyes, telling myself I needed him to leave. His hands rest against my upper thighs, slowly moving down to the back of my knees. He pulls me closer and I open my eyes, determined to tell him no.

“Say the word and I’ll be gone,” he whispers, his breath hitting my bare stomach as his deep blue eyes never leave my dark chocolate ones. I can’t say I’ve never wanted this, haven’t thought about it. Hell, I need this. I need him.

“P-please don’t go,” I whimper, a growl emitting from Klaus’s throat as I ask him to stay.

“I won’t,” he places a desperate kiss on my stomach, his hands moving up to grab my ass. “Fuck, princess.”

“Yes, daddy?” Klaus’s breath hitches in his throat and my eyes widen. Fuckfuckfuck why did I just–?

“Say that again,” his voice drops a few octaves as his eyes move up to meet mine, sea blues now a stormy navy.

“W-what?” I gulp, unable to maintain eye contact with him.

“I said, say that again, princess,” his hand moves under my chin, tilting my head to face him. Our eyes meet, a newfound hunger in his beautiful orbs.

“Y-yes da-daddy?” I whisper, my cheeks turning a deep red.

“Here I was thinking I had an innocent little angel on my hands,” Klaus smirks, his dimples emerging. “I’ve got a bad little girl here.”

I tremble as Klaus leaves a trail of kisses from one hip to the other. I tangle my fingers into his dirty blond locks, tugging gently.

“Hmph,” he looks up at me, trailing his tongue from my navel to the bottom of my bralette. “You look so beautiful, princess. I’ve got half a mind to fuck you with this on.”

“O-oh,” I let out a light moan, closing my eyes as his hands move under the waistband of my panties.

“But I can’t quite eat you out with this pretty little thing still on… unless my little pet is even more kinky than I thought?” He swiftly slips a finger between my soaking fold and I nearly fall over on top of him. “Mmmm, someone’s very wet.”

“P-please,” I moan as Klaus runs his fingers over my slit.

“Please what, princess?” He smirks, his teeth nipping my bare abdomen.

“Please eat me out, daddy,” I whisper, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest when he lets out a low chuckle.

“How can I refuse when princess asks so nicely?” He moves his head lower and his lips hover over my panty-covered opening. “We’ll leave your panties on this time.”

And before I can argue that this would be the ONLY time, he had me trembling over him, one leg resting over his shoulder as his skilled tongue worked against my throbbing clit.

Two Years Later

As it turns out, that wasn’t the only time. There were plenty of other times, during many of which I returned the favor. It wasn’t easy, but we managed to keep this little… agreement of ours hidden from our friends; although, lately it’s been harder to do so. Klaus has gotten more and more handsy over the last two years. I’m not one to complain, but when his sister almost caught us, I became a little paranoid.

Rebecca and I have grown closer ever since Klaus moved in with me. She was the only girl who understood exactly how annoying Klaus was to live with; she’s only spent her entire life with him, so I trust her instinct.

“Klaus! Brunch is ready!” I made some pancakes and eggs for him, seeing as he kept me pretty occupied well into the day and I called in sick to work.

“Thanks, love,” he kisses my neck from behind and sits down at the dining table.

“Yeah, well I called off work because of you,” I stick my tongue out at him and bring him the breakfast. He chuckles and pulls me into his lap.

“I’m more in the mood for you than the breakfast,” he nuzzles his nose against my neck, biting down on my shoudler as his grip on my waist tightens.

“No no no,” I groan and nudge him. “I worked hard on this breakfast and it looks very cute. You are going to eat it.”

“Fine, fine,” he smiles and brushes the hair out of my face. “Thank you for this.”

“As I recall, you’re the one who barged into my place two years ago and collided into my life,” I laugh and kiss him, tugging on his bottom lip as I pull away. “Maybe you’ll get lucky after you finish eating.”

“Oh,” he groans as I laugh and move away. “You little minx.”

“Your minx,” I wink, Klaus chuckling as he begins to eat. “Klaus, love. Rebecca and Damon are stopping by today to help me study for my finals. Please be good.”

“I’m always good,” he winks and I roll my eyes. “Fine, fine. I’ll see what I can do.”

The doorbell rings and I groan, realizing all I’ve got on is Klaus’s dress shirt and some panties. He smirks and raises his brows at me.

“Please open the door. I’m gonna go change,” I walk over to Klaus and kiss his cheek. “Thanks, babe.”

“Fine, fine,” he walks towards the door as I run into my bedroom.

I quickly change into a light grey t shirt and some skinny jeans, nearly tripping over my second left foot on my way out the door.

“Hi,” I smile, greeting a smiling Bex and a deflated Damon. “What happened to you?”

“Your roommate is being an ass,” he pouts and looks over to me.

“Damon, darling, do you expect anything else?” I smile and wrap my arms around my best friend.

I meet Klaus’s eyes over Damon’s shoulder and his gaze hardens when he sees how tightly I’m hugging Damon. I frown and the look disappears almost as quickly as it appears.

“Alright, ready to get some studying done?” Damon and Bex smile at me and I groan.

“We’ll take that as a yes,” Bex winks at me as her and Damon cover the living room in Biology notes and flashcards.

“Ugh,” I groan and walk over to Klaus. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” he gives me a tight-lipped smile. “I’m just being good.”

He drops his empty plate in the sink and rolls his shoulders. I furrow my brows and watch as an emotionless smirk makes its way onto his face.

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“While you lot are here studying, I’ll be picking up some lovely ladies,” he winks at me and I fight to keep the disappointment off my face. “Don’t wait up for me, love.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, Niklaus,” I turn on my heel and make my way to the living room. How dare he?

“Goodbye,” he walks out the door, not earning any sort of acknowledgement from me.

“Alright, drown me in Bio facts,” I groan and sit down in the middle of the living room, determined not to let Klaus get in my head… because it was THAT easy.

Third Lesson (M - Taehyung)

*I tried~*

-Requests Closed-

Word Count: 2,000 words

Lessons | First Lesson |  Second Lesson 

You ran to school, having your half-burnt toast in your mouth and pushing open the school doors. You walked to your locker and you heard laughter. Usually you ignored noise but it was his laugh and a woman’s laugh.

“I swear it happened! It was awkward when my hyung had to explain to the little girl.”

“You’re really funny, Mr. Kim.”

“Oh, well isn’t it Miss Y/N? Is that cream cheese on your toast?”

“Yes.. Um.”

“This is Miss Lee; she’s the new teacher assistant. This is the student I was taking about.”

“Oh, you’re Y/N. Mr. Kim told me all about you. It’s nice of you to help him after school when nobody else would. Keep up the good work.”

“Class is about to start, go to class young lady.” He added a wink before walking off with Miss. Lee. What is this? A teacher’s assistant. Her skirt was so tight that she could barely walk properly. Her blouse had obvious cleavage and she kept trying to touch him.

She should keep her hands off what isn’t hers.

You shook your head; Taehyung wasn’t yours. He couldn’t be, can he? Normalcy is something impossible. Once this student and teacher line is drawn, any relationship no matter how pure will be shunned, grimaced at and teared apart.

That wasn’t the point, though. Ever since you got back, he teased you profusely. Brushing against you, winking at you, kissing you until you gasped for oxygen but never touching where you want him. It was frustrating.

Instead, he could get all cuddly and cozy with her. How could he? You slammed your locker, scaring your approaching friend and she put her hand on her chest.

“Who kicked you out of bed this morning?”


“Ah, it’s Mr. Kim. I saw that little broad all over him. You need to become a surgeon to remove her ass from his body.”

“I don’t care about him like that.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to lie to yourself like that. We all know Mr. Kim and you got a little thing for each other~”

“I literally want to hit you in the face but you’re not worthy of my fist.”

“Mhm. Now, come on~! Time for Biology!”


“Cheer up, buttercup. You’ll see your man soon.” She dragged you to class, watching her enjoy biology. The class was easy enough, simple memorization and notes. A worksheet was passed around and you started working on it, not wanting any homework today.

“What did you get for number four?”


“Thank you~”


“Already? Did you cheat?”

“No. You’re just slow.”

“So mean.”

“You know you love me~”

“Sure I do.”


She stuck her tongue out at you, you laughing at her childishness and continued working. You easily got distracted, still living in the moment of what just happened.

Why all of a sudden? He never mentioned having a teacher’s assistant coming in. You helped him out every day, weren’t you enough? Was this his way of telling you that you’re not enough? That he can easily replace you with someone older, hotter and he doesn’t have to sneak around with her either.

“Y/N. The bell rang, what are you doing?”

“Crap, sorry.”

“Was he on your mind?”

“Is that all you think about?”

“You zoned out. That only happens when you’re thinking about your crush or food. You already ate.”

“I don’t have a crush.”

“It’s cute that you keep denying it.”

“Oh!” You heard books fall and hid behind the corner, watching Miss Lee.

“Let me help you.”

“Thank you, Mr Kim.” He picked up her books, handling them back and you could see the obvious blush on her face.

“Class’s about to start. Where is Y/N?”

“Maybe she’s in the bathroom, should I go find her?”

“Can I entrust my class to you? I think I know where she is.”


You covered your mouth and pressed your back against the wall. Closing your eyes, you felt his lips against your ear.

“Were you watching me, sweetheart?”

“Mr Kim-”

“Did you think closing your eyes with your body against the wall makes you invisible? I may teach drama but we don’t live in one, sweetheart.”

“Can we just go to class?”

“Feisty or maybe it’s something else. Do you have something to tell me, sweetheart?”

“Quit analyzing me.” You walked off, his eyes following you into the classroom. He cleared his throat, hiding behind his professional demeanour.

“I see you all are now acquainted with Miss Lee.” He put his arm around her, gripping her arm and glancing at you.

“I trust that you all will treat her with the upmost respect. Now, Miss Lee, if you please.” He stood at the back of the room; he was in the perfect position watch you and you won’t dare to look back at him. There were too many eyes. Especially, Miss Lee.


“What is it?”

“Can you read some lines with Mr. Kim?”


“Thank you.” Why was she looking at you as if she was grateful? Did she think you were helping her since you’re the name she knows and said yes? Was she blind or stupid? Her gullible behaviour is laughable.

‘It’s not what you think.’

‘How could I think differently after what I saw? What am I to you, a fool?’

'Don’t you trust me?’

'I did. Until you got cozy with her.’

'I see it now, you’re jealous.’

'I am not jealous.’

'Your lips said one thing but, your eyes say another.’ You shoved the script into his chest, perfect for a scene like this. It felt so real saying those lines and it continued to dawn on you as you took your seat. He smiled at you, a hidden message that was only meant for you and he took his place.

It wasn’t long before the class was over and it was lunch. You found your friends, sitting with them and scoping the room. He walked in with her brushing against his arm and found a wall to lean against.

“Miss Lee, huh?”

“She seems pretty close to Mr Kim.”

“I know she’s been holding his hand or looking at him or talking to him and laughing. Y/N’s got competition.”

“I mean, look at them.” You looked, seeing them laughing with each other and she brushed her hair behind her ear. She looked engaged into what Tae was saying and cracked a smile. What a fake bitch.

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, why?”

“You’ve been stabbing your chicken for 5 minutes straight. I think it’s felt more pain from your fork than its own death.” You peer at your thoroughly stabbed chicken, remembering how much you wanted to eat it and you haven’t done anything than mindlessly stare at Taehyung.

He whispered into her ear, seeing her slap his arm while he smiled at her made you lose your appetite.

You threw out your lunch, not bothering to try and eat it. You coolly passed them, only looking forward and walking down the hall. There wasn’t a destination in mind but as long as you didn’t have see Miss Lee and him, you didn’t care when you were going.

You found yourself on the rooftop until lunch was over, the blue sky comforting you unlike everyone else. Classes passed by your absentminded self, only the last bell bought you back to reality. Leaving your class late, you strolled through the halls again.

“Y/N!” You kept walking, hoping that he would stop following you.

“Are you seriously going to be like this?”

“What do you want, Mr. Kim?”

“I thought I told you to call me Taehyung.”


“Sweetheart, you are jealous, aren’t you?”

“Leave me alone.”

“You and I both know you don’t want me to go.”

“T-Taehyung.“He pushed up against a locker, bringing his face close to yours and you stare him wide eyed. You were in the hall, an easy place to be spotted. Did he not care?

"Admit your jealousy, sweetheart. It’ll make it easier on yourself.”

“So what if she’s prettier than me? If she’s smarter than me? If she’s old enough to be with you? If she do things for you that I can’t? I’m..not jealous.”


“Let me go home, Taehyung.”

“I need to show you how much better you are than her.” He grabbed your wrist and found an empty classroom. He pressed you against the door, stealing a kiss from you as he locked the door.

You couldn’t help yourself from running your fingers through his hair, his gorgeous hair constantly tempting you. His hand pulls your leg up, grabbing your bare thigh and leaning his body close. The back of your head pressed more against the door, his lips ravaging yours in pure ecstasy.

“Nobody else can make me this hard.” He grabbed one of your hands, pressing against his cock before kissing against your neck. You tugged on his tie, loosening it in the process and he made you hold your legs. He was nimble with your clothes, taking off everything except your bra.

“You have the perfect body, sweetheart.” He said before kissing your cleavage and caressing your waist. His thumb rubbed against your burning skin before he poked his head under your skirt.


“I love how wet you are for me.” He licked a clean line on your panties before pulling on them. You lowered your leg so he could slip them down and he rested your leg over his shoulder.

He sticked in one of his slender fingers inside you, pumping his fingers at a impeccable speed and you couldn’t quiet yourself.

“How beautiful.” He muttered before pressing his lips against your cunt. You moaned his name louder when you felt his tongue pressing against you. He licked feverishly as if he was waiting for this all day.

“T-Taehyung.” One finger multiplied to three and you wailed out. His hair took harsh treatment from your hands, being tugged at you a lot.

“I spoil you too much, sweetheart.”

“Please..fuck please..”


“Fuck me..please..Taehyung…” He kissed you, your hands in his cheeks as his fingers nimbly moved inside you. His mouth caught your moans, his other hand gripping your hip.

You let your hand slip to his crotch, giving it a squeeze before unbuckling his belt. He pulled away, moving you over to the desk and you bit on your finger while he unzipped his pants. You turned your back to him, eager to feel him inside you.

“How naughty, sweetheart. Do you think I’ll get anyone to be like this for me?”


“You’re still dripping wet, is that how much you need my cock?”

“Please..” You could tell he was smirking at how whiny you were, shaking your hips for him and he held your hips in place as he pushed his cock into you.

You gripped the desk edge while he thrusted into you. The subtle sound of skin on skin, your nails digging into the cherrywood and his groans near your ear.

You cried out his name, his tip pushing against your g-spot.


“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”

“H-Harder-fuck yes..!” You felt the familiar rise in body temperature, sweat beading on your body and he pulled you by your skirt.

“Do you want to fucking cum?”


“Answer my question, sweetheart. Do you want to cum?”


“Then cum like the jealous little girl you are.” You tried to protest but the rush of your orgasm hit you first. Your legs trembled while you rode out your high and he found himself at his own peak soon enough.

You buttoned your blouse, him sitting in his chair and you turned to him. His hair was tousled, his tie loose around his neck and he licked his lips.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

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Paper Hope

Originally posted by pastel-red-princess

Summary: You are freaking out about your Biology exam. Your boyfriend Hansol tries to help you out and comfort you, maybe you have a little time to relax… That was all before your phone rang and the rain started.


You slammed your heavy Biology book with a sigh. Four hours you’ve been sitting at your desk trying to retain all of your Biology terms.

“Ugh I should know this by now!” You yelled aggressively.

“Babe?” You swiveled your chair around to see your boyfriend Hansol leaning in the doorway. “Is everything okay?”

You smiled softly at him, “I’m okay, these terms are just a little difficult to remember, that’s all.”

He let out a small sigh and walked over to you, “Girl I know wassup on your mind, stop fronting and tell me.”

You let out a string of laughs, “That is so cheesy Hansol Chwe! I’m okay, seriously. I’m just stressed out, my teacher is known for giving the hardest exams in the whole school! I can’t fail this.”

“Babe you will do fine, you always do. You wanna take a break? It’s not good to be cooped up in your room studying for this long. You know these terms backwards and forward.”

“I barely know anything! I can’t even tell you the formula for cellular respiration, or the reactants of the Krebs Cycle, I don’t even know-”

“Y/N, you do know this. I heard you recite it about a billion times last night. I can even tell you the formula!” Hansol encouraged. He gently grabbed your hand and began rubbing small circles. “You need to let off some steam. Why don’t I put in some Harry Potter movies, and you can grab some blankets.”

You cheekily grinned, “I don’t know Hansol…” You teased.

“Are you going to make me beg Y/N?” Hansol laughed. “Come on.” He lifted you up from your chair and pulled you into your shared living room.

You plopped down on the couch, and smiled to yourself. I’m really lucky to have him aren’t I?

Snapping you out of your thoughts your phone rang. You picked up your phone and looked down at the screen. Where are you? Did you forget we’re having a study group today?“

You mumbled a curse word under your breath. You had completely forgotten about arranging a study group with some of your friends.

You rushed to your bedroom and quickly got dressed. Just as you were about to grab your book bag you heard a voice behind you, “Y/N, who was that?”.

You picked up your bag and turned around. “I’m sorry Hansol, I forgot that I have a study group to go to. Can I take a rain check?”

“Are you sure?” Hansol murmured softly. Every atom in your body wanted to stay here and cuddle with Hansol. He wanted you to stay with him, something he rarely articulated.

“I’m really sorry Hansol. I know you almost never get a day off, and you don’t know how excited I was to have you to myself for an entire day. It’s just I can’t fail this exam, it counts for twenty percent of my entire grade. I’m barely passing the class right now, if I fail this exam I’ll have to take the entire course again.”

A burning sensation started to sting your throat. Quickly you gave Hansol a peck on the cheek. “You’ll be here tonight right? I’ll see you then, we can do whatever you want when I get home okay? Love you.”

Before he could say anything more you opened and closed the door. As you were walking down the long corridor to the elevator you deeply exhaled wiping a tear off your cheek. Today’s going to be a long day…


Finally after studying with your friends for a couple of hours the material was starting to make a little sense. Regardless, you still had a lot of work to do.

You waved goodbye to your friends and left the small coffee shop. Luckily the coffee shop was only a 10 minute walk from yours and Hansol’s apartment. On the brisk walk home you thought about all the work you still had to do before you’d exam tomorrow.

Suddenly you felt a raindrop hit the top of your head, then another. In a matter of seconds it began down pouring. Stupidly you forgot your coat and umbrella at the apartment. You began to run hoping to reach the safe haven of your apartment before the rain increased anymore.

What a stupid idea. Your clothes quickly became soaked, and your hair drenched. You stopped running, it wouldn’t make a difference anyways. You looked up at the sky Really? Haven’t I gone through enough today?

The only thing that kept you from combusting into tears were the warm thoughts of your apartment and Hansol. Soon enough you reached the safe abyss of your building’s lobby. You let out a sigh of relief as the warmth from the heater coated your body. Slowly you made your descent to your apartment.

When the elevator opened to your floor you grasped around your book bag looking for your keys. When you reached your apartment there was a paper crane on the door. What’s this? You gently held the delicate paper crane in your hand. You carefully opened the door making sure to not bend the crane.

You placed your keys on the table beside the door. “Hansol I’m home! Did you see the crane on the-”

Instead of being greeted by your boyfriend you were greeted with tens of tens of paper cranes hanging from the ceiling. In shock you slowly moved closer to the cranes. Each one was unique, some were made out of old wrappers, receipts, some were even made out of napkins. Despite what they were made of, they all looked so beautiful.

“Welcome home Y/N” You heard a soft voice say behind you.

You spun around to see your smiling boyfriend. “Hansol… What is this?” You stuttered out.

“There’s an old Japanese legend I learned about in school. If you make 1000 paper cranes, that person will be grant a wish. So everyday I made 3 paper cranes. At first I could barely make one, but I slowly got better. At one point I could make one in under a minute!” Hansol beamed. He sheepishly grabbed the back of his neck. “I was originally going to give this to you on our anniversary next month, but I thought you needed your wish now.”

He placed your hand in his, “I wish for you to pass all of your exams, and I wish for us to be together for a long, long time.”

You were speechless. You felt a drop of wetness on your cheek, and then another. Soon it was a tidal wave of tears. You looked up at Hansol.

“Oh my god Y/N, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” Hansol said, his voice laced with concern.

You wiped your tears with the back of your sleeve. “How did I get so lucky to have you?” You choked out a laugh. “Thank you. I’m not too sure about the first wish, but I definitely know the second one will come true.”

You quickly closed the distance between the two of you, sealing the wish with a kiss.

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1st day of the quarter

Multicultural Psych Professor: RACE IS A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT


White Antro/Phil Professor: There’s evidence about biological reasons about certain races like CAUCASIAN AMERICANS having higher IQ’s it’s not racist it’s science there’s evidence 

Yeah that’s how people justified genocides and experiments like Tuskegee. Cause “science” and “purification” and “biology”. 

March 22nd

I went to the MIT adMITted student gathering in my area today. Pros: There were lots of different ice cream flavors available, and I got to take the raspberry yogurt home with me. Cons: every single MIT alum I asked about humanities replied with, “Why would you go to MIT for humanities?” In addition, several of them mentioned that they’d only gone to MIT because they hadn’t been accepted into Stanford.

My parents are immigrants, and I know they worked extremely hard for me and my brother to receive the best opportunities possible. My mother tells me financial security is important, but she also tells me I have to change the world. I’m certainly not bad at science/math, but I’m not stunning. I don’t know if I could survive a computer science or math major at MIT, since even my high school STEM classes aren’t all complete walks in the park for me (IB Biology. Ugh). Furthermore, I don’t think I could ever be at the top of any STEM field.

I love writing; it’s something I’ve been doing since age four or five, and I spent so much time over the years reading books on how to write and typing out stories just for fun. And I know MIT’s writing program is strong, but I am afraid there is a vibe among STEM majors like, humanities majors don’t belong at MIT.