#Boston School Bus Drivers

[puck-luck]

8, clubs, Trevor Zegras would love for them to have some kind of history like enemies or exes. Something that really brings the tension

using this as a precursor to my FWB trevor fic that is otw! i'm world building and VERY excited to continue this story soon :)

warnings: choking, rivals, enemies with benefits, mentions of hooking up while under the influence, possessive trevor, dom!trevor WC: 1592

You and Trevor don’t get along. It started when you were working as an intern for the team at BU. 

Trevor was a freshman, riding the high of being drafted in the first round to a team that he’d known and liked since watching The Mighty Ducks for the first time as a kid. He didn’t like the Ducks as much as his precious Rangers, but he was just happy to be part of an NHL team after working so hard to make it.

You were a freshman, too. You had lucked into the internship, really. Sure, you had done work with the sports teams in your high school, but it wasn’t nearly as serious as your internship with the Boston University Terriers. You were held to a different standard with this team and it took you a little time to get used to your role– as you would with any new job.

Trevor left to go play big-time hockey after his first year at BU, whereas you had stuck out all four years, earned your degree, and truly blossomed into a confident employee in your sophomore and junior years with the hockey team. 

Trevor missed all of that– and he’s always remembered you as the little freshman who got lost in the rink, who had to reshoot footage for marketing stuff because you hadn’t put the camera on the right setting, and who conveniently left her bookbag on the bus during an away game. That last one was a problem because one of the other interns, a junior who had taken you under her wing, had asked you to carry the stat book. The bus was locked after the team disembarked, the driver had gone to treat himself to dinner on the team’s dime, and no one could reach him. Because of your blunder, the team was without statistics for the first period– because everyone conveniently forgets that you climbed through an open window on the bus during that same period to retrieve your bookbag. You literally broke into a vehicle to make up for your mistake, but you couldn’t live it down. That’s how Trevor remembers you.

And then you’d gotten a job for the Ducks.

To be fair, you’d applied to multiple NHL teams. You’d applied to your hometown team, to The Mighty Ducks because your friend’s little brother told you that you should, to some of the East Coast teams like the Bruins and the Devils, and to some other West Coast teams like Vancouver, Seattle, and San Jose. After your time with BU, you loved working in hockey and you couldn’t imagine working in another industry for the rest of your life. The Ducks had given you a great offer, and your interview with the team had felt so much more comfortable than the other teams, so it was a no-brainer. You joined the Anaheim Ducks team. 

It didn’t take long for Trevor to see you. You weren’t sure if he’d remember you. You hoped that he wouldn’t. At first, he didn’t seem to remember you. Then, Trevor was conveniently in the room as your boss asked for some random piece of information. Your boss had asked everyone in the room and you thought you had the info for him, so you dug around in your bag for a minute after saying that you could tell him the answer. The piece of paper holding the knowledge wasn’t in your bag, so you moved onto your phone. After searching through your iCloud files, and your Office app, you couldn’t find it. Because of your past, it was slightly embarrassing to have to look at your superior and tell him you didn’t have the answer for him, and that you were sorry for saying you did. He hadn’t thought it was a big deal, waving you off, but the sting was still there.

Especially when Trevor walked past you and smirked. “Just like in Boston,” he had murmured slyly, making your face turn even brighter red. So he did remember you and, although the Ducks was supposed to be your fresh start, your mistakes would continue to follow you everywhere you go.

Trevor started going out of his way to see you and make comments. They’re always snide and subtly biting and that hasn’t changed, even as your relationship turned on its head. 

It’s because of the Ducks mid-summer party. You’re mostly free of responsibilities over the summer because it’s the off-season, so each Friday and Saturday night fulfilled your desire to act like a young twenty-something, finally out of college but still in that party mindset, and now you have the funds to do as many fun things as you want. Your little group of colleagues, all the employees close to your age, decided to make the Ducks party a grand old time. You’re cool with your bosses and the older employees, so you’re not concerned about making a fool of yourself.

You didn’t realize the players would be invited, too. 

You get drunk with your friends, feeling the drinks hit you even harder every time you stand and mingle, moving from group to group. You found yourself next to Trevor when you were getting a new drink, and he was equally tipsy. He’s much nicer when he’s drunk you realize.

Somehow, that night, you ended up in an Uber with Trevor to his house, and your relationship has never been the same.

He’s still snide and cutting when he wants to be, as are you, but you’re hooking up. You’d describe it as friends with benefits, but you and Trevor don’t like each other enough to be friends yet– so you think of it as more of a rivalry, except you conveniently benefit from the pleasure of the other person.

He likes to come to the rink on days when the team plays at home. Home games are busier days for you and your team, but you can always find time for Trevor– in the closet near the stats office. He thought it was funny, you wanted to get laid, so now you meet here. Trevor will leave a note in your mailbox when he first gets to the rink, then he goes to the locker room to tape up some sticks or to the training room to get a quick workout in. You usually take a break around 10:15 a.m., which is when you check your mailbox and head upstairs. You’ve only got about twenty minutes before people start to wonder where you’ve gone– “bathroom and coffee” only takes up so much time– so Trevor is sure to meet you in the closet by 10:20. On days when he doesn’t leave you notes, you don’t go. It’s a fine system.

You’re expected to prep yourself most of the time, just because you don’t have a whole lot of time. At first, it was just your fingers. Then, as a gift (which was shocking, considering you’re not even friends), Trevor bought you vibrator that he can control from his phone. You wear it on home game days now, keeping you full and stretched– and, when Trevor is in a good mood, constantly on edge. During intermission, you can expect a few minutes of intense buzzing inside of you and on your clit, given the dual prongs of the vibrator, before everything ceases. While you wait in the closet for Trevor, you experience the same thing. He wants you desperate for him by the time he sees you.

That way, he can pounce right away.

Trevor has a thing. He likes to make sure his hand is cemented around your throat as he empties you of the vibrator, then fills you with his cock. You don’t complain because, quite frankly, it’s hot. You’ve become much more interested in the veins and curves on the back of his hand since you started hooking up. If his thing is choking you, then your thing is touching his hand delicately while he fucks you. 

“I like you so much better with my hand around your throat,” Trevor will remind you as his pelvis meets yours. He’ll squeeze when you start to make too much noise, cutting off your source of breath. 

Other times, when you’re too loud, he’ll slip your vibrator between your lips like a makeshift gag. He’ll make you suck on it to keep yourself occupied and quiet, tasting your desire for him all while he makes you come.

He likes it when you give up control. As neurotic as you are about work and about your reputation as an employee, you’re completely under Trevor’s spell when you’re in this closet and he’s got his hand wrapped around your neck. 

You’re his, and he’s possessive, and it’s getting harder to stay away from him outside of the closet. Especially when he starts inviting you over for late night booty calls on the weekend– when you’ll go to his place and he’ll fuck you on any surface he can. His hand never makes its way around your neck there. Instead, he’s free to touch your tits or slap your ass or lick into your mouth. You crave him. You crave his touch, but you don’t necessarily want him around. Your mind is growing befuddled and confused and this is why you never fuck someone who isn’t your partner… but it’s just too good to stop. The second his hand circles your throat, it’s like your hypnotized and unable to do anything but obey. Trevor is a drug.

[todaysdocument]

Letter from Boston Commissioner of Public Safety John Kehoe to Boston Police Commissioner Robert di Grazia

Record Group 21: Records of District Courts of the United StatesSeries: Tallulah Morgan et al v. James W. Hennigan et al Civil Action Case File # 72-0911

The Commonwealth of Massachusetts

Department of Public Safety

1010 Commonwealth Avenue, Boston

January 17, 1975

Commissioner Robert J. di Grazia

Boston Police Headquarters

154 Berkeley Street

Boston, Massachusetts

Dear Bob:

As you know, the State Police deploy 300 men to three schools in the South Boston area in the following manner and have done so since January 8, 1975:

South Boston High School: 90 troopers inside -- 50 troopers are stationed outside at the opening and dismissal of the High School and are utilized inside during school hours as relief to the above 90 men and also utilized when classes are changing.

Gavin Middle School: 30 troopers deployed outside during opening and dismissal and utilized inside when school is in session. 65 troopers on standby at the Commonwealth Pier, South Boston.

Dean Hart School: 15 troopers deployed outside at opening and dismissal and inside when classes are in session. In addition, there are 50 troopers utilized inside the school as a backup.

I have consulted with Deputy Superintendent America J. Sousa, Lieutenant Colonel Edward J. Teahan, and staff concerning the need for deploying men to the South Boston area.

As you are also aware, since the 300 men involves approximately one-half of our patrol troopers, it creates a tremendous drain on our patrol functions. Based upon the present needs, weather factor, and the fact that the 65 troopers at the Commonwealth Pier have not been utilized in any fashion since January 8th, it is my belief that this manpower of 65 troopers is not (illegible) at the present time. It is also believed that the Commissioner Robert J. di Grazia January 17, 1975

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50 troopers utilized as backup at the Dean Hart School could very well be cut at least 10 men, which is a total of 75 troopers that should be returned to normal duties.

In the event of a problem at South Boston High School, it is my firm belief that a total of 140 men would be sufficient to handle the situation, particularly in view of the fact that the availability of school bus drivers on short notice is present, as opposed to the problem that occurred in December when the Faith boy was stabbed. This, of course, would eliminate the long wait to get the buses to the High School for evacuation purposes in the event of a problem and, therefore, minimizes the possibility of a large gathering at South Boston High School because of the time factor.

In the event of a problem at the Gavin Middle School, the 50 backup troopers at the High School could be utilized both at Gavin or Dean Hart, and the same is true of the 40 remaining backup troopers at the Dean Hart School.

It is requested, therefore, that a total of 75 troopers be deleted from the 300 men now assigned to South Boston.

Very truly yours,

Jack

John F. Kehoe, Jr.

Commissioner

JFK:amm

[chrisstvrns]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 ᯓᡣ𐭩

aurora's matt sturniolo & fangirl!reader au

warnings: use of y/n, kinda fast moving relationship, nothing super romantic just holding hands and shoulder rubbing, i think thats it? if i forgot anything please lmk! not proofread, lowercase intentional! 

word count: 1.9k

yesterday, you and matt texted for hours, and after his and his brothers show in philly, he even factimed you for nearly 4 hours before you both went to sleep. now? him and his brothers are picking you up, so you could go to their final show with them- in boston. 

the bus comes to a stop in front of your house, and the doors open. matt excitedly exits the bus, making his way to you on the front porch. you smile, standing up from your porch swing and stepping a few feet closer to him. 

“hi!!” you squeal, not wanting to seem too excited, but knowing either way it’ll be obvious

“hi y/n!” matt mutters, smiling as he wraps his arms around you. 

you do the same, hugging him. for a few seconds you stand there, taking in each others scent. he pulls away, motioning toward your suitcase. the night prior, on the phone, he told you to pack just for a ‘weekend getaway’, so thats what you did. sweatpants, hoodies, leggings, tshirts, everything. it was february, and february on the east coast got cold. 

“lemme get that f’you” 

you smile, looking as he starts rolling your suitcase toward the bus. you clutch your purse, filled with random nothings. lipgloss, wallet, airpods, digital camera- nothing important. you walk after him, waiting for him to get on the bus.

he shoves your suitcase into the under compartment with all the others, then walking over to you and motioning toward the door. 

“after you” he smiles, nodding toward the stairs

you climb up the stairs, immediately seeing chris asleep, and nick mindlessly scrolling through his phone. he looks up, smiling as he sees you. 

“hi! im nick, matt told us you were at the tour?” 

you feel a wave of nerves and awkwardness wash over you, but keep yourself together enough to respond. 

“yeah, im y/n! i was at the new york show!” 

“oh yeah, you look familiar!” 

you smile, gently nodding. just then, matt comes up behind you on the bus, placing his hand on the small of your back while he motions to the couch with his other hand. you look up at him, smiling as you go take a seat. nick slumps next to chris’ sleeping body, curled up like a baby on the couch, while matt sits next to you. as soon as youre all seated, the driver takes off down the road, heading for boston…

as soon as the drive starts, you and matt get lost in conversation, its awkward, but so nice. 

“so, y’been in new york y’whole life?” 

you gently nod, smiling. 

“born and raised!”

“thats nice, i've always loved new york. it's nice to be here and see the city.” 

you nod, understanding what he means. in the midst of your conversation, chris wakes up from his nap. 

“fuck is goin’ on, where are we?” he mutters into the pillow

“some long ass road to boston” nick mumbles in response

you look over at chris, smiling.

“y’must be y/n, right? kid matts in love with?” 

due to that comment, matt throws a pillow at his brother. 

“dude, im not ‘in love’ with her. just thought i’d invite her so we could hang out, y’know?” 

chris nods, amusingly. “‘kay…”

after fighting back a soft giggle, you find yourself lost in random conversation with all three boys about school, work, family, the whole lot. halfway through the nearly four hour car ride, nick has now been flooding your digital camera with photos of all four of you. 

“okay, wait, y/n, get close to matt!” 

matt pulls you a bit closer to him and takes the camera from nick. you stick your tongue out, holding up a peace sign while matt just smiles. he holds it up infront of the two of you, snapping a picture. he brings the camera down, and the two of you stare into each others eyes for a few seconds before chris takes the camera from his brother, snapping pictures of himself. you and matt look at the boy, giggling. 

a few minutes later, the four of you all calm down and just sit on the couches, yet again having mindless conversation. you dont even realize it, but you subconsciously rested your feet on matts lap, and he was rubbing your ankles with his thumb. you look over at him, softly smiling. the four of you mindlessly scroll through your phones for the remaining hour of the ride, matt still holding your legs on his lap. 

“y/n, can you send me those pictures on the camera?” chris mutters, still looking at his phone

“yeah, of course! i think the wire is in my suitcase so when we get to Boston ill download them!”

“thank you” chris cheekily smiles, looking up at you

you smile, going back to whatever it is that you were scrolling through on your phone. 

when you’re about 30 minutes from your destination, your phone starts buzzing like crazy. you look at whos calling you- its your best friend. the one you went to the tour with. you giggle, picking up knowing damn well your didnt tell her you were going to boston with the sturniolo triplets? and with a personal invite from matt? you place the phone to your ear, giddy with excitement and nervousness. 

“hi” you innocently say, as if nothing is different

“where the actual hell are you? why are you in massachusetts?” your best friend erupts with giggled through the phone, causing yourself to laugh.

since the two of you met, youve always trusted each other more than anyone else, so of course, you had each others live locations. in the midst of your giggling, matt looks up at you, smiling as he rubs your ankles with his hand. 

“oh, you wouldnt believe it even if i had proof.” you slyly mumble, a devious smile on your face

“y/n, why are you in massachusetts?” your best friend asks, her tone serious

“well, you remember how i put my phone number in that letter i wrote?” 

with that question, you earn a confused ‘yeah?’ in response

“i may or may not be with him right now” you whisper, careful not to sound insane to chris and nick, who luckily had their headphones on. 

and now, with that, you earn an ear piercing shriek from your friend. 

“what the fuck?! how? since when? why didnt you tell me?” she rambles, not taking a second to catch her breath

“dude, chill out. ill tell you everything later, okay? i think were getting off the bus now.”

“youre on their fucking tour bus?!?!” 

you giggle, keeping your voice low enough so you can talk in a serious tone. 

“ill call you later, okay?” 

with a final ‘oh my gosh’ from your friend, you end the call, looking up at matt. you hadnt even realized it, but he was staring at you, smiling the entire time you spoke with your friend. 

about a minute or so later, the triplets’ tour bus pulls infront of their parents house, which is where they were staying, since it was close to the venue. 

matt nudges his brothers, signaling that they were at the destination. matt looks at me, motioning for me to take his hand. i smile, standing up as i clutch his hand in mine, grabbing my purse with the other. as soon as we step off the bus, i realize it- were at his house. 

“oh, matt, i dont want intrude!” 

“nah, y’not intruding.” he gives me a sweet smile, and i tilt my head as i look at him

“really, i dont want to. i can get a hotel!” 

“y/n, y’not gettin’ a hotel. seriously. you can stay in my room, ill stay on the couch, yeah?” 

“matt, s’your house, m’not letting you sleep on the couch, i-”

“no, m’not arguing with you on this. take my room, please.” 

he looks at you with a sweet smile, his eyes sparkling and you know he means what hes saying. 

“are y’sure?” 

“positive.” 

you smile, about to speak again when the two of you get distracted by his two brothers struggling to get the suitcases out of the under compartment of the bus. chris hands you your suitcase, and once you all have your respective cases you head up to the front door. youre all greeted by marylou, their mother. she lets the four of you in the house, opening her arms for her boys. 

“hi momma!” chris squeals, wrapping his arms around his ‘momma’. 

you smile, understanding the love that the boys have for their mother. nick was next, clutching to his mom for a few seconds before mumbling a soft “hi mom”. 

matt was third, hugging his mom while his brothers moved the suitcases to the side. 

“mom, this is y/n!” 

“aw, hello y/n! youre very pretty!”

“thank you, mrs. sturniolo! so are you, its very nice to meet you!” 

“you as well, matt told me so much about you already! you slipped a little extra note into his letter?” marylou smiles, causing you and matt to both get flustered

“mom!” matt groans, rubbing his eyes

“oh, matt, im just teasing! make yourselves at home, dad is at the store getting chips and cereal and whatever, and justin said he cant make it today, but he’ll be here tomorrow!” 

you nod along with the triplets, smiling. you and the boys sit in the living room chatting with marylou, when you notice a small pup jumping onto nicks lap. nick cuddles him, massaging his neck before looking up at you. you smile at the pup, always having a love for dogs. 

“trev, say hi to y/n!” 

you smile, sweetly waving at trevor and introducing yourself as if he could understand. trevor makes his way over to you, climbing ontop of the couch and resting in your lap. you hold him, gently petting him as you and the boys continue to make small talk with marylou. after a few more minutes on the couch, matt stands, making his way over to you. he comes up next to you, rubbing your shoulder as marylou excuses herself to start making dinner. 

“i’ll, uh, i can show you my room now? since you’ll be staying there?” he smiles

you look up at him, not believing this is real. 

“matt, seriously, dont give up your room for me. please. i can stay on the couch, or get a hotel!” 

he simply shakes his head, picking up your arm so you can fully stand up. 

“nope, ill stay on the couch. you’re a guest, you’re not sleeping on the couch, ‘kay?” 

you murmur a soft ‘okay’ as he guides you up the stairs to his room, a huge smile plastered across your face. 

once you get up to his room, he motions for you to sit on the bed, a cheeky smile on his face.

“make y’self at home, okay? ill let you get settled in, give you some space?” 

you smile, secretly not wanting him to leave, but knowing it’d be weird if you were glued at the hip of a boy you barely even knew. he starts leaving the room, but before he can fully shut the door behind him, you gently call out for him. 

“matt?” 

“hm?” he turns around, looking you dead in the eyes.

“thank you. this is really nice.” you softly speak, your lips curling into a sweet smile, looking back into his icy blue eyes. 

he gently nods, smiling back at you. 

“of course. s’nice to be around someone new, and, y’know, i love interacting with fans. this is different, though. this is alot better.” 

the two of you stay staring each other in the eyes, smiles on both of your faces before he finally excuses himself to the downstairs. 

a/n: this prob sucks im sorry😭

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[quietbluejay]

Transformers Infiltration #1

Here we go! the beginning of the continuity, folks!

Also just as a disclaimer, I'm going to be possibly referring to events that happen later. I'll try to cut down on doing this, or do separate posts when I talk about it, but it is gonna come up. I'll also try to keep spoilers to a minimum!

I can't believe we can date this just based on page 1

man this is such a nostalgic look really reminds me of the Providence bus station where I used to take the bus to Boston all the time

Verity: I watch the ebb and flow…the human tide…

Time to finally meet our protagonist

was anyone really wearing layers like that in 2006? in arizona?? i mean no one at my high school was dressing like that and I was a good number of parallels north of here lol however verity is not alone…

"Target acquired"

dun dun dunnn

bus heads off

yeah our girl verity is a thief if you didn't pick up on that from the first page

she streetches out a hand carrying a knife through the gap in the seats

narration as she cuts open the bag: he'll have to explain to his boss...

narration as she pulls a small electronic device out of the bag: ...how he lost his expensive computer

Narration as the bus stops: the near rancid bagel…

"Never fails. Hot bus, sick girl..."

"...couldn't let me off fast enough."

Verity leans over, her hands on her legs, as the bus door closes behind her

to tldr, her last laptop died on her a week ago (in Denver) and I dunno US geography that well but that's pretty far from Arizona right?

anyways she's been looking for a replacement since

she riffles through the bag and pulls out a palm pilot in triumph

"is back in the game!"

she sticks her thumb out at the side of the road

ominous

and now...

ITS MY BOI

lmao i do find it hilarious he tells you how to pronounce his name when he has presumably just said it to her

Verity: Verity. Verity Car-ter. Like it sounds.

Hunter makes a comment about how people always make jokes about his name

i would like to wish that one comic reviewer who said that modern day Hunter would be a 4chan incel who sends hatemail to women on twitter a very kick rocks

Verity mentions that that sounds like it's in the middle of nowhere

Hunter umms and ahhs and nervously scratches his nose

Hunter: I just head north there, is all, on the one seventy-seven

I love these two

Verity:…some kind of back-to-nature boy?

Hunter tells her to forget it, she'll just think he's weird

meanwhile hanging from his mirror is a little green alien toy

Verity: you're looking for little green men, right?

she pokes at the little alien hanging there

Hunter:…not exactly. I-

Verity rummages in her bag

Hunter puts up a hand

Hunter: Easy, easy. Look-

Hunter says it's just a short detour

huh that bus looks familiar

Verity: where are you going now? don't-

the salesman Verity stole from vanished!

Bus driver says everything's fine, just an accident and a guy who wandered off

Hunter: you...sure?

Driver: Sure. Bus company's got us on GPS. They're on their way…

Hunter: Right. Good.

meanwhile in the distance are 3 puffs of smoke or dust

and a THUM THUM noise

Verity and Hunter head off and she queries him again about what he's out here looking for

Hunter: would you believe…

he pulls out a file folder

Hunter: …giant robots?

he has printouts of the first page of his website

Verity: and what? we just haven't noticed?

she's clearly holding back laughter

Hunter frowns

Hunter: They're in disguise!

Verity leans back, laughing

Verity: Hah! Of course!

one thing is i do like the art of the humans the faces are pretty expressive also they're not like, weirdly attractive, you know?

i'm also seeing some subtle manga style bits like you tended to see in some comics art of this period like ultimate xmen had some too oh huh E.J. Su neat to see how his art evolved

oh goodness Josh Burcham did some of the colouring for this issue wow he's been working in transformers since this far back?

HIIII TC! NICE TO SEE YA!

Hunter floors it

Hunter: …not our military!

meanwhile ahead of them, they see the plane turning around and coming back towards them

Hunter: I think maybe we were just…scanned, and whatever it was looking for…

i…think this is Starscream maybe

??? (possibly starscream): and purge!

meanwhile Hunter grabs Verity's arm and pulls her out of the car as he starts running

Hunter: move!!

Verity: okay, okay

Hunter's van is destroyed in an explosion rip hunter's van

again, liking this art it's not like the most amazingly prettiest but it's nice and dynamic and really gives a sense of the characters and place

then we get to see TC's empty cockpit

Hunter: Surrender's not an option hunter how the heck did you look inside that plane as it flew over you at whatever speed TC was at hunter do u have elf eyes

we also have to wonder how they still have hearing lol writer fiat

Verity: this is not happening...

Hunter pulls her arm again

Hunter: It is...now c'mon!

TC circles around

he's keeping it together fairly well but meanwhile this is such an OCP for verity

the two of them run as Verity keeps a hand on her bag

guns pop out of the roof of the car in front of them

ah wait, it's an ambulance

it (well, mild spoilers, but he) fires a rocket at Thundercracker

and the issue ends there

man im sad what ended up happening to these guys

way underused by later parts of the continuity

and there's an interview with Furman at the end! which I'll make a separate post for

[salvadorbonaparte]

Hi! I go to UMass Amherst! I'm in my third year of undergrad so take all of this with the consideration that my experience will be quite different than a grad student's, but I have certainly got some things to say about public transportation and the area :)

Main thing: despite the fact that public transport /exists/, it's.... not great honestly. People make it work but a car will make your life 10 times easier.

As a UMass student you'd get free access to the PVTA buses run by UMass transit, which can generally get you around campus, most places in Amherst itself, and some surrounding towns like Sunderland (more residential) and Hadley (quite a few grocery stores/chain restaurants). UMass Transit don't ask to see ID, either. You just hop on and go. However, this means that buses are often really crowded at rush times and especially so during rainy or snowy weather. These buses also do not consistently run on time, so you would not want to rely on the scheduled times; instead, look at the tracking apps. I have a few friends who live off campus without cars and they make it work, but it does often mean planning classes/work around the busses. It's certainly not CONVENIENT.

During the academic year you would also be able to get to Northampton and Springfield free with your student ID. They do charge fares over school breaks. The bus to Northampton leaves hourly and is much more consistent with timing than the UMass transit busses. The bus to Springfield, the closest "bigger" city, runs (I think) every two hours. All these busses are run by the PVTA as well, but not under the UMass transit umbrella.

From Springfield, you can catch Amtrak trains -- the Northeast Regional runs there, as does the Vermonter, and I'm sure I'm forgetting some. Springfield is also the home base for Peter Pan buses which operate frequent buses to NYC, Boston, Hartford, and other locations in the general Northeast.

There is a bus to Worcester, where you can catch an Amtrak or connect to the Boston commuter rail to get to Boston pretty cheap, but it is /crappy/. Due to PVTA driver shortages they usually run it as a van, not a full bus, and frequently passengers will be left behind even after people squeeze onto the floor of the van and sit in the back or in the aisle for the 2-hour ride. It costs about $9 to go from UMass's transit hub to Worcester. Once I got stranded in Worcester and had to uber back to Amherst because that van only runs about 3 times a day and not every day of the week, last departure around 4 pm.

The Amherst area has a housing crisis right now as UMass consistently admits increasingly more undergrads than it can house, and therefore once those undergrads finish their first year and are no longer guaranteed on-campus accommodations many of them move off-campus to Amherst and its surrounding towns. The best, cheapest, and most convenient housing is usually locked down by returning students the winter before an August move-in for the fall semester. This pushes many new grad students to the surrounding towns like Sunderland, South Deerfield, etc, where buses are a bit of a crapshoot and campus is no longer within reasonable walking distance. Housing's also pretty expensive for the semi-rural location. I'm looking at off-campus housing for next year and will be happy if I can find a place where I'll pay less than $1000 a month (usually, this covers a room in a shared apartment or house).

All this said, the area itself is beautiful, and I've had a great experience with the academics here. I have heard really good things about the translation and linguistics programs and I'm sure you'd be able to find a great niche. You'll also be in close proximity to 4 other great schools (Smith College, Mount Holyoke College, Amherst College, and Hampshire College) and have the ability to take classes, work with profs, etc from those schools through the 5 college exchange program. I don't know what PhD program you're thinking of applying to but I'm in the comparative literature undergrad program (complit encompasses a lot of our translation classes, undergrad and grad level) and have nothing but good things to say about the faculty, the grad student instructors I've had, and the program as a whole.

Feel free to reach out for more information if you'd like!!

Thank you for the info!

Unfortunately I can't drive (never learned) so I'd have to rely on buses. The bus system in Ireland was surprisingly bad (almost daily delays and I lived an hour away from campus) and in Spain I lived on a mountain in the middle of nowhere so grocery shopping took up to 5h but minimum 3h so by now my standards are pretty low. I'd love to travel a little while I'm there (Boston, Salem, Maine, Buffalo etc) so I'm just glad there's buses and trains at all. A free bus system that's kinda crappy is still better than one that doesn't exist or one that's crappy and expensive (shout out to Ireland's 2€ bus fares and Hannover's 8€ metro tickets)

The housing situation is a little worrying but I'm not above a flatshare and I'd get a scholarship so I'm sure I'd find something?? But I'll start looking as soon as soon as I know where I'm moving to because the housing situation is bad in those cities too.

I know something who went to Smith and someone who went to Mount Holyoke so I heard good things about the general region and landscape etc.

The professors I talked to (German Department) were really nice and it sounds like a really cool phd program. Even though Amherst is not as prestigious as two of the other unis I'm applying to it's a very good school and I'd be happy to go there if that's the one I get accepted by/the one I pick.

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#BostonTok

251 years ago, the people of Boston, Massachusetts rebelled against King George III. On December 16, 1773, over three hundred citizens came together and dumped crates of tea into the harbor. This uprising became known as the Boston Tea Party and helped carve a path toward the American Revolution.

History has a funny way of repeating itself, as we’ve all seen throughout the last few years. Today, there is another would-be God King and ultra wealthy corporations launching assaults on the American dream. We The People are being taxed without representation. The tired, poor, and huddled masses yearning to breathe free need not apply.

The people of Boston remember, though. They continue to do their part in the resistance. When ICE threatened to come, their rally cry echoed across the globe. This time, however, instead of tea, Teslas will float in the harbor. 

What can we do to help?

Immigrants in the United States face countless challenges—from legal barriers and workplace exploitation to the constant fear of deportation. While systemic change is necessary, local mutual aid organizations play a crucial role in providing immediate support, safety, and solidarity with immigrant communities.

Here’s how grassroots mutual aid efforts can make a real difference in protecting immigrant neighbors:

1. Build Community Watch Systems

With ICE raids and deportations ongoing, mutual aid groups:

Organize volunteers to monitor and document ICE activity

Set up rapid-response hotlines to alert communities

Distribute “know your rights” cards in multiple languages

2. Offer Emergency Housing & Safe Transportation

Immigrants in crisis (e.g., fleeing violence, eviction, or ICE raids) need safe shelter. Mutual aid networks:

Organize temporary housing with trusted community members

Provide rides to court dates, medical visits, or sanctuary churches without fear of surveillance

Distribute prepaid gas cards or bus passes for safe travel

3. Fight Workplace Exploitation

Undocumented workers are often underpaid or abused with little recourse. Mutual aid can:

Connect workers with labor rights organizations

Report anonymous tips to systems for wage theft

Set up emergency funds for sudden job loss

4. Ensure Access to Food, Healthcare & Education

Many immigrants are excluded from federal assistance programs. Mutual aid fills gaps by:

Running community food pantries (no ID required)

Organizing transportation for, or gathering resources on free healthcare clinics and medicine-sharing programs

Offering ESL classes and school supply drives for kids

5. Provide Direct Legal & Financial Support

Many immigrants lack access to affordable legal help, leaving them vulnerable to detention or deportation. Mutual aid groups often:

Fundraise for legal fees and bail funds

Connect families with pro-bono lawyers or know-your-rights workshops

Assist with immigration applications (e.g., DACA renewals, asylum paperwork)

Solidarity Over Charity

Mutual aid isn’t about “saving” people—it’s about standing together against unjust systems. By supporting immigrant neighbors directly, we build a culture of care that no law can destroy. Every action matters:

Donate to local immigrant funds

Volunteer as a driver, translator, or legal observer

Educate yourself on immigrant rights

Advocate for policies that protect immigrants in your city

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Vampire

"Your daughter," the voice on the other end of the line said disapprovingly, "has been telling the other students that she is a vampire."

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Born and raised in northern Maine, Elle Windham was fourteen years old and prone to romantic daydreaming. Just over a month before her mother received the reproachful phone call, she and her parents had packed up to spend a month in England.

Elle had been quite convinced she would meet the love of her life over there. After all, aren't all dashing heroes (and who else could Elle ever love but a dashing hero) from - or at the very least, met in - foreign countries?

But no. The scenery was lovely, the food as reliably edible as at home, and the natives as uninterested in the family of tourists as all the other tourists were.

The most exciting part of the trip had been during a bus ride two days before going home. An accident had occurred right next to them, and the driver was forced to swerve to avoid being part of it. Most of the passengers were startled but otherwise unaffected, save for one young gentleman who decided that the entire situation was the bus driver's fault. He responded by raising his voice and shouting racial and religious epithets, which the driver blithely ignored while a young couple and their child who also fit the categories being attacked became increasingly agitated.

At length, the irate passenger realized that his intended target was unaffected, and demanded to know why.

The driver smiled at him in the mirror and announced, "I am a Jew!" The passenger responded with an insult against the Jewish people and the driver promptly stopped the bus and insisted the man disembark.

The rest of the vacation had been uneventful, and Elle had clearly been disappointed by this fact, though not enough to stop her from bragging to her cousins that London was more exotic than Boston.

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"She claims 'it happened' in England," the voice continued predictably as Elle's mother nodded.

"We'll speak with her when she gets home today. Terribly sorry."

As promised, Elle's parents sat her down and scolded her when she got home from school. The teen was appropriately sorry for causing trouble at school, but apparently not sorry enough, as she continued telling her vampire tales to friends on the phone at night and around the mall on weekends.

At length, her parents had had enough. And so a month after returning home, after dinner had been eaten and the habitual conversation about test scores and work antics had dwindled down, her father placed a hand on her shoulder and steered her to the back door, with her mother following as they stepped outside.

"Now, honey," he began gently. "We're starting to worry about you and all this vampire talk. It's not natural. But we love you. So this is your chance to resolve things." He smiled down at her, the smile of somebody who knows they are right but understands the appeal in being wrong. "If you are really a vampire," he continued, "then go on and turn yourself into a bat."

Elle sighed, looked up at the sky, and began to change.

Her shoulders twisted and cracked as her bones aligned. Hair fell out, fur grew in, and her ears became far too large for any human skull. Elle jerked, and shuddered, and twisted, and fell forward.

Ears down, tail between her legs, Elle let out a guilty whine and slunk around behind her mother. Her father stepped around and placed his nose under her belly, and then the three of them lifted their heads and howled to the moon.

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"Your daughter," the voice on the other end of the line said disapprovingly, "has been telling the other students that she is a vampire slayer."

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Hundreds of truck, school bus drivers told their commercial driver's licenses being revoked in Massachusetts - CBS Boston

This is a sign and pretty potent it does mean what it says they're thinking out of the public transport of children one would think that they would have done it earlier but really it is what it is and they're doing it because you're not safe people and they mean it too it is a foreigners and the Mac people and there's a lot of different races a lot of different people and mixed races not that many of them you always come down on them but you're stupid for it and it didn't do any good right now taking away or firing you from cuz yeah that doesn't fly that. There's a big list of things that they're taking you out of when is it is a big huge one that's been happening today in some places and they're taking you out of food stores and restaurants grocery store food distribution anything like that it's known that they are removing you and it's going on now it is a huge huge deal and very very big and getting bigger. These guys are not fooling around anymore they don't want to see you messing with their people and they don't want you on the street messing with them and they're rounding people up. It's going on today and it will go on tomorrow and Monday and really it's increasing but unfortunately to start there in the news it's not a plus it is a way of sending it out that they use and it's as bad news so that's what's going on and more shortly

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Olympus

[1310miles]

Bonus: Boston Revisited

I’m back at Boston. Yes, it’s my first repeat marathon. That means it’s my 45th race, but not my 45th state. I never expected to repeat a race, but after I ran Boston in 2022, I told myself if I ever qualified again, I would run it. The ’22 race wasn’t a great experience (basically the only race I’ve really felt injured) and I wanted to have a good memory of this epic race. I guess we can consider this a bonus blog!

I also wanted my kids to experience “the super bowl of running” with me. Both Eva and Colin traveled with me and I was so proud to show them the way the city celebrates runners. They were amazed with the size of the expo, the grandeur of the finish line area, and the number of runners milling all around. They also loved the special treatment we got at the hotel when I said I was a marathon participant. 

Wake up call on the morning of the race is early because all runners have to be bussed out to Hopkington (26.2 miles away) for the starting line, then the roads close, and the race can begin. This also accounts for why the starting time is so late (10:50am for me!). My bus was earlier than most participants because I took the private coach arranged with the Chicago Area Runners Association. The benefits are that it isn’t a school bus, you will be riding with your friends, you can stay on the bus once you arrive at runner’s village (otherwise you have to sit on the ground), and you have dedicated portapotties. It's worth it to get up an hour early. 

However, I almost didn’t get up. I leisurely awoke and rolled over to look at the time only to see that I overslept! But only by two minutes. My alarm was going off, but the hotel room AC was so loud that I couldn’t hear it! Not really a problem, but it could have been a lot worse. 

The kids wrote me the best letter ever and left it with my race gear. They will never understand how special it made me feel. I was all smiles as I got my hotel coffee, bagel at Dunkin, rode the train and got to the CARA bus. I sat with my friend Aaron, and he told me all about his adventures getting to Boston (forgot his driver’s license and had to testify at the airport to fly!). Once to Hopkington, we met up with other friends and waited the two hours until we were called to the start. 

Race start time was an issue because although the morning was moderately warm, temperatures were headed to the low 70’s by noon. Having trained all winter, this abrupt temperature increase had me worried. It was not in my plan to run in summer temps. Within four miles of starting, I had to throw away my top shirt. It was so unfortunate because Lululemon had gifted me the shirt and I really liked it. However, the extra layer, and frankly thinking about the extra layer, was just making me overheat. I hope someone found that lovely shirt that was basically brand new, washed it, and wears it. 

I was running great through the beginning. My lesson from the first Boston was that I had run too hard in the first 8 miles, which are a gradual downhill. This race day, I was working very hard to moderate my speed, but I was going faster than I expected. It took a lot of willpower to keep it “slow” while I felt so great. 

It was very obvious that I had to watch the heat too. At mile 2, I changed my hydration strategy. I had planned to get water and Gatorade every three miles (alternating the fluids). Based on the heat, I decided to drink at every single stop. I walked through the stops and that was also a welcome relief. By mile 6, I added to the aid station routine. I took 5 cups of water each time! One I drank, one I poured over my left arm, one on my right, one over the front of my head and one over the back. I basically showered every mile. It was totally necessary and totally refreshing. However, about halfway through, I realized my phone was in my back pocket and was probably continually getting drenched. I was dreading pulling it out to find it completely damaged, but thankfully, it was semi-dry and functional. 

The heat was as much mental as physical. If I had been used to the temperatures, it wouldn’t have been half as bad, but I just didn’t have any preparation time. I kept thinking about my legs cramping and having difficulties breathing, which I think led to almost a panic attack type response. I would get really anxious as I ran along, like I was going to hyperventilate. This is when those water stop breaks really became necessary every mile. All of this makes it sound like I was having a terrible race, I wasn’t! I just needed to be very mindful of my environment and keep my body in line. 

I definitely spent more time this race looking around and soaking up the route than I did the first time. The small towns that we ran through were adorable and packed with fans. There were points near the end that the cheering was so loud and constant that I wished we could get some quiet for a few miles. 

Just like the first time, when I ran through the Scream Tunnel at Wellsley, I got tears in my eyes. Those women were so excited for each and every runner, and they made me feel so incredible. They really do carry you for the whole mile. I had requested a sign be made, but I didn’t ever see it. I know they made it though because I was on the list. Instead, I did see the best sign ever: “I love lying to men.” 

My race pace strategy was going perfectly as planned and by mile 18 I was running as fast I would have without the heat. I was so pleased that my training had allowed for this. After mile 18, as with almost everyone in the race, I began to slow down. Of course, this is when the infamous “Newton Hills” arrive. I walked the hills to conserve everything I needed to get to the finish, and I did it with pride. At the top of Heartbreak Hill, I knew that those were over and it was time to put it into the final gear. 

Getting through those last six miles was difficult, but I had the excitement of seeing the kids at mile 25 to keep me motivated. The logistics of having them travel the course was just too much, so I asked them to be outside the hotel around 2pm to watch for me. I texted them when I was about a mile away, and could see the Citgo sign. Then I watched the sidelines looking for them. 

I guess I didn’t expect it to be so chaotic at that part of the course, but it was right where we enter the downtown commercial area, and right by Fenway Park. There were so many people I started getting very worried that I had missed them. I approached and then passed the hotel without seeing them and honestly was about to turn around and walk a block back to try to find them. Just then I spotted their two cute faces cheering for me! It was the best sight I’ve ever had. I was so proud to find them there being such mature young adults. And I couldn’t wait to finish and get back to them. 

One mile to go, and I was in a bad mood. I wanted to be done. I was really pushing because my goal was to get a Boston qualifying time in this race and with my slow down, I was going to be close. I had a difficult time smiling as I turned onto Boylston and hit the finish line tunnel. Lots of other runners were soaking it up but I was just putting one foot in front of the other. Unfortunately, one woman was much worse off than me. As I approached her, she had diarrhea running down both of her legs and she was just shuffling. I passed her and glanced back to see that she was collapsing. One very kind runner was helping her up and getting her to the finish. 

I finished less dramatically. I got my second Boston medal (finishing in a Boston qualifying time) and walked down the several blocks that they put you through before I could take a quick turn down into the subway. I got on a train to take me back to the hotel that was filled with worn out runners and their families. I was feeling good until I wasn’t and had to sit down. I started to worry I would pass out on the train, but the food from the finish line revived me. I got off the train and emerged to the mile 25 area I had run through just a half hour before. The crowds were still going nuts and it was fun to be on the other side. When I walked into the hotel lobby, someone shouted “congratulations runner” and everyone in there clapped for me. It was incredible! I felt like a star! It was even better when I found the kids in the hotel room waiting for me. They had been doing homework and had all their stuff packed. They even were watching the race on tv and spotted me!

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Lol. It’s bullshit, guys. I’m not even going to waste too much time with this, but she doesn’t even work “in the industry”, she’s a counselor/therapist (yeah, I know, insane, right? 😂😂). And given where she’s actually from, there’s no way she met Pedro at a work event. // A counselor? That's far from "in the industry" you can get.// If horny is a counselor then sheepie51 is a school bus driver who uses tivo alot.

Or maybe, you know, people make fake psychology profiles in scam websites with fake photos from a photography studio in Boston that look nothing like them and shit. 👀👀

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Girl repeatedly raped by another student on Boston school bus, lawsuit alleges

The family of a 9-year-old girl who was allegedly assaulted and raped multiple times by another student on a Boston school bus filed a lawsuit Friday that accuses Boston Public Schools of failing to protect the child on her rides home from class. The lawsuit, filed by Morgan & Morgan in Suffolk Superior Court, also names the City of Boston, the Match Charter School, and a Transdev bus driver and…

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The night bus. 🚌🌙🚎(watercolor on paper)🚃🌝

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Child, Driver Injured In School Bus Crash In Reading – CBS Boston

Child, Driver Injured In School Bus Crash In Reading – CBS Boston

READING (CBS) – A school bus carrying children from a summer camp collided with a car in Reading Friday afternoon. The crash happened near Wakefield and Charles streets at about 4:00 p.m. Two children on the bus and the driver of the car were hurt in the crash. The children were treated at the scene and released to their parents. READ MORE: ‘Quite A Bit Of Destruction’: Storm Causes Widespread…

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FF: 30 Days, I’m yours! Day 4

(A/N) Day four! I have to admit that it is heavily inspired by my visit to the Boston Aquarium. If you ever have the chance, definitely go there and pet some rays and sharks for me! ;;

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: none

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I woke up in my own bed. Thank god. Gods? Whatever.

After stretching, I checked my phone and noticed that it was still early enough to get some breakfast. I got out of bed and took a quick shower, before I got dressed and made my way to the kitchen. The mess from yesterday had been cleaned up thankfully and I got right to cooking. I was preparing a pancake batter when Loki entered the kitchen.

“Hah…I thought it was you.” He walked up to me, placing his hand on the small of my back before he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“Good morning, love.” I smiled up at him.

“Good morning, Loki.” Loki smiled and sat down at the table.

“Are you making pancakes?” I continued stirring the batter.

“Yeah. Do you want some?” Loki nodded and I quickly added a bit more of every ingredient. I let the batter rest for a bit while I prepared a pan and some butter.

Soon the pancakes were done and I grabbed some condiments, placing them on the table. Loki and I dug in and soon all of the pancakes were gone. I quickly cleaned up, before I sat back down, opposite of Loki.

I was about to ask him what he wants to do today, when I noticed a binder on the table. I grabbed it and immediately recognized it.

“That’s Peter’s homework. He must’ve forgotten it.” Loki frowned.

“Homework?” I chuckled.

“That’s work that students have to do at home. It helps them to revise what they learned in school and to memorize and practice it. And they get in trouble if they don’t have it. We should get it to Peter.” Loki nodded and stood up.

“Do you know where his school is?” I nodded when I realized what day it was.

“Wait…Peter told me that they are going to the Aquarium today. At least in the morning.” I checked my watch. “They should still be there. Let’s go!”

I grabbed a jacket and my purse from my room, before Loki and I made our way out of the tower. The weather was better than yesterday, it didn’t rain any more, but the sky was still dark and a cold wind blew through the streets, chilling me to the bone.

“Shoot…I should’ve grabbed a scarf too.” Within a millisecond, Loki held one in his hands and wrapped it around my neck. I smiled. The scarf smelled like him.

“Thank you.” He nodded before he intertwined his fingers with mine. “We should get a cap…the Aquarium is really far away. And public transport would take too long.” I lead Loki to a spot where I knew that it was easy to hail a cap easily. As soon as one stopped, we jumped in and told the driver our location.

“New York Aquarium, please.” The driver looked surprised for a split second, before he nodded and pulled back onto the street.

“Tony is going to kill me when he sees the bill.” Loki chuckled.

It took us some time to get to the Aquarium, but when we arrived, I quickly paid with the credit card Tony gave me. Just as we exited the taxi, Peter’s class walked out of the Aquarium and towards a school bus.

“Peter!” The young boy turned to look at me. I jogged over to him and handed him his binder. “Found this on the kitchen table. Thought you would get in trouble of you don’t have it.” He sighed relieved.

“Thank you so much, Miss Y/N.” I smiled and padded him on the shoulder.

“No problem. Have a fun day.” He nodded and returned to the group, where MJ and Ned were waiting for him. I waved at those two and they waved back before they boarded the bus.

“Soooo…want to go into the Aquarium since we’re already here?” Loki shrugged.

“Sure, why not.” He once again intertwined his fingers with mine and we walked to the ticket counter together. I paid with the credit card again and we quickly entered.

We grabbed our coats and put them in a locker, not in the mood to carry them around the whole time. And then, one of the best days of my life really began.

“YOU CAN PET SHARKS AND MANTA RAYS?” Loki and I were standing in front of a tank with low enough walls that one could easily reach inside. I quickly rolled up my sleeves and washed my hands, eager to pet the water-pets. The instructor told me to just keep my hand still in the water and that I could pet whatever came by.

I got excited every time a creature came by. The small rays had a really soft and squishy skin, while the tiny shark had very rough skin, similar to a cat tongue. I was still excitingly petting whatever creature came close to me, when I remembered Loki. I turned around to look for him, and I found him easily. He was leaning against the wall behind me and just…smiled. As I looked into his eyes, I could see all the love and adoration he was holding for…me. I smiled back.

“Am I boring you?” He chuckled and shook his head.

“No. Take all the time you want, love.” I smiled and nodded, turning back to the tank. I only stopped petting the tiny creatures when I noticed that my fingers were staring to shrivel up. I slowly removed my hand, not wanting to startle any of the animals and went back to the sink to wash my hand again. After I dried it, I joined Loki again.

“Ready?” I nodded and locked hands with him. We had barely started walking when we came across the next interactive activity. I gasped when I saw the moveable lamp which you could use to play with the penguins. Loki released my hand and took a few steps back, giving me room again. I started playing around with the lamp, moving it, while penguins where chasing it, thinking that it was food. It was one of the funniest games one could play with penguins.

Once I got tired, Loki and I moved on, slowly walking through the entire Aquarium. The fact, that Loki gave me time, didn’t pressure me and didn’t make fun of me for being excited and having fun…really made me fall a bit more him. Whatever I was doing, he was right behind me, cheering me on.

After we saw everything, we made our way to the gift shop and I fell in love with everything. All the plushies, the funny hats, the hoodies, the jewelry and the toys. Once again, I was excitedly running around, taking a close look at everything. Loki quietly followed along. As I was walking around, I caught a glimpse outside and noticed that it was already turning dark. We really spend a lot of time in here. I decided to net get anything and instead go home.

“Let’s go, Loki.” He frowned.

“Didn’t you want to get someth-”

“Achoo!” A shiver ran through me and Loki was immediately by my side.

“Are you okay?” I nodded, smiling at him.

“Yeah, I proba-achoo. Probably just caught a-achoo. A cold. Sorry.” Loki shook his head, worry written all over his face.

“It’s okay, love. Let’s get you home, okay?” I nodded and we quickly went to grab our coats. After that, Loki insisted on teleporting us home.

“It’s cheaper and quicker.” In the end I agreed.

We walked outside and within the blink of an eye, we stood in front of the tower. We entered and while I wanted to go to the living area, Loki forced me to go back to my room and take a hot shower.

“And get into bed after that, okay? I’ll get you some tea and soup meanwhile.” I just had to agree when Loki was that worried.

I walked to my room and did as Loki said, putting on a comfy PJ after the shower. I had just gotten into bed when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Even though I was underneath the blanket, I was shivering.

Loki entered with a tray in his hands.

“Hot tea and chicken noodle soup.” He was smiling until he saw me. He quickly placed the tray on my nightstand before he reached for my forehead, feeling my temperature. Worry was written all over his face.

“You’re running a fever, love. I’ll go ask the others for some medicine. You eat the soup meanwhile.” He was gone and back within a few minutes. Loki gave me the medicine and got me a glass of cool water to wash it down with.

After I finished the soup, Loki made the bowl and tray disappear, only leaving the tea.

“Try and go to sleep now, love. I’ll be here if you need something.” The medicine had made me drowsy, so I was already half asleep anyway. Still…

“No, it’s okay. You can go to your room.” Loki shook his head and sat down on the bed next to me.

“No, I won’t leave you alone like this. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Now sleep.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss against my forehead. I closed my eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep.