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His Favorite Student

Professor!Duncan Shepherd X Reader one shot

Summary: you are one of Duncan's best students. You are never late, never miss a class, nor flirts and asks for help. What happens when he asks you to stay after class.

Warning: Smut, Oral(female and male receiving) fingering vaginal, Spanking, Age difference (reader is 23 and Duncan is like 36) Sir kink , Praise kink, public sex.

Y/n P.O.V

"World War II was also called the Second World War, conflict that involved virtually every part of the world during the years 1939–45" Professor Shepherd finished after writing down the questions on the board. I've been studying in his class for 3 months and aced an A in his class not missing a lesson in his class. Especially if I get sick I pack myself Theraflu and Tylenol. Most of the girls in my class are always wearing trampy ass clothes such as short skirts, crop tops and don't get me started on how they "accidentally" drop a pen or a pencil and bend over in front of the Professor's desk while he's doing work showing off their pretty pink thongs. 

Ugh, I just want to jump over my desk and kick them square in the face-

"Ms. (Y/l/n)" Professor called out. "What was the cause of World War II?" He asked. I didn't need to look in my book or ask a partner.

"World War II began in Europe on September 1, 1939, when Germany invaded Poland." He grinned pointing at me saying "Right you are" and writes it on the board. I couldn't help the smirk coming up on my face. I can't help it, I love being right and I never gotten an answer wrong in my life.

"Alright another question, Who were the leaders during World War II?" Regina, dressed in a short pink dress showing too much cleavage with brown hair rose her hand up being all flirty and shit. "Ms Smith, go ahead".

"United Kingdom, Soviet Union, France, and uhh the United States yeah." God her fucking voice is more annoying than nails on a chalk board. Plus she got it totally wrong. Almost.

"And their names and you're missing three countries" he almost sounded annoyed at her answer. Again, can I kick her?

"What the hell, that is so totally right. I've been studying every night how can I get it wrong!" She exclaimed.

"The Allied powers were led by Winston Churchill of UK, Joseph Stalin of the Soviet Union, Charles de Gaulle of France, and Franklin D. Roosevelt and Harry S. Truman of the US. The Axis powers were led by Adolf Hitler of Germany, Benito Mussolini of Italy, and Hideki Tojo of Japan." I answered.

"And Regina if you weren't studying what's the Professor's pelvic area and trying to get his attention by dressing like a Barbie doll whore you might get the answers right next time". All was heard from the class was "burn" and "damn girl". Professor Shepherd had to quiet down the class and dismissed us having Regina cry while leaving the class. 

As I was about to leave Professor Shepherd stopped me.

"Ms (y/l/n), a word." Fuck me. I've never been in trouble with him but I guess when I called Regina a Barbie doll whore then yeah I guess  going to get a lecture. He gestures me to have a seat and him facing me leaning on his desk.

"So Ms (y/l/n), why do you think it was okay to call Ms Smith a Barbie doll whore" he scowled.

"I'm sorry Professor, she really pissed me off, she doesn't care about this class none of these sluts do. Dressing in their pastel short dress, bright makeup and when they bend over showing their fucking thongs right in front of you're goddamn face" I ranted. His expression softened. He leaned in front of me with his hands on the chair handles.

"Are you jealous?"

"No, I'm just here to learn and not worry about sex or partying like everyone else does" I snapped. He leans back smirking on my answer. 

"I knew there was something about you that I liked. You're self assured, ambitious and intelligent beautiful creature" he complimented. I got up from the chair. Am I dreaming or what because he never complimented me like that.

"Umm, Professor-" he cuts me off with a kiss, grabbing my hips. 

"Please, call me Duncan (y/n)" he breathed. Without thinking for a second I began pulling him for another kiss. This kiss was very needy and passionate. Damn I've always thought Duncan was attractive but never thought of him as a good kisser. I know this feels very very wrong and I'm going against everything I wouldn't do but fuck I want this, I need this, I need him.

I grabbed him by the collar of his black button up, turning around to push him on the chair. I waited for him to take his trousers down but it is almost like he wants me to do it. 

"I'm nothing like the other whores, take off your own damn pants" he was taken aback by my words but managed to unbuckle his belt pulling down his black slacks along with his briefs. My eyes widened at his size and girth. I looked up at him and smirks at my reaction.

"Can you handle it little one"

"You've underestimate me sir" As I got down on my knees wrapping my delicate fingers around his shaft as I jerked it with my hands a little then I take just the tip in my mouth slowly swirling my tongue like a lollipop and taking him fully and stroking him. Hearing him groan just encourage me to go all the way.

I hold the base of his penis with one hand, and play with his balls with the other.

"Fuck, you're really good at this " he complemented and I just winked at him making my movements faster with him grabbing a hold of my hair out of my face so he can have a good look at me. I swirled my tongue as I used the exact amount of suction to drive him insane. He moaned and moaned. Every moan I got out of him was a trophy, only driving me onward. 

Summoning every bit of self-restraint he had, he bade me to stop. "Come up here my pet." he beckoned over to his desk. Without asking I pushed the papers to the floor. I looked behind me and he's still sitting in his chair.

"Now, look at the mess you've made. I'm afraid I'm gonna punish you my dear. Now be a good girl like you've always have in my class and take off those jeans.

"Yes, sir" I replied. I start to unbuckle my jeans, pulling them down slowly to tease him. He knew what I was doing and he wasn't liking it. 

Finally getting the jeans off along with my panties ,pushing them aside with my foot. When I was about to unbutton my blouse Duncan jumped out of his seat as he pushed my hands away and ripping it open to reveal my Victoria's Secret bra. Luckily you can unclip it from the front so he won't have to rip it off so he won't buy me a new one. He takes the bra off me tossing it with my pants and shoes. His hands start to stroke your sides and my fingers slip under your hip bones. I raise my hips to meet his but stopping just short.

"Tsk tsk tsk baby" he said, turning me around as I placed my hands on his desk.

" Now, you are going to count whenever I spank your pretty smart ass and when I do spank you will also say sir" he growled in my ear and I nodded with a whimper.

"*Spank* 1, sir." I whimpered

"*Spank* 2, sir."

"*Spank* 3 sir" I moaned.

"*Spank* 4 sir".

"*Spank* ahh oh fuck, 5 sir please. I need you sir so badly" I moaned. I looked behind me and he gets down on his knees and he starts to devour my pussy with his tongue and mouth from behind as I gripped his desk for leverage.  No man has ever done this with me. All of them didn't know how to please me and Duncan Shepherd, my history professor is having me bend at his desk devouring my pussy like it's water. He starts to lick me up like an ice cream cone and starts pumping a finger inside me. 

"Ever Since you've walked into my class, you're all I've been thinking about" then adds his second finger, curling them as he hits my g-spot. I knew I was ready to cum. I wanted to cum so badly and he knew that. Duncan takes his fingers out of me as he stands up and gives my ass one more slap. 

"Are you ready for me baby" he said, stroking his cock. 

"Yes sir, please fuck me" I gasped as

he plunged his cock hard inside me.  I rose up on my elbows and pushed back against him as I felt his hips slapping rhythmically against my ass.  Duncan grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back against him with every thrust. I looked back at him as we watched each other’s pleasure grow.  His cock was even harder now, and I was drenched with arousal. The look in his eyes was almost feral, and I wanted him to fuck me…hard.

His hands found my breasts, and his fingers coaxed my nipples, and they ached with every pinch.  My clit began to throb, and I thrust my hips with the arousal that was building again inside me.

"You're the only one that interest me" he nipped and sucked on my neck, leaving me a red mark to remind me I'm his.

"Not all those ladies who think they're better than you. You have something that they don't. A brain, and more importantly a fucking personality" he growled in my ear.

"Oh yesss" I hissed. His pace became more faster. 

"Please, I want to cum" I gasped.

"What was that my favorite Student, say it correctly and I may just give you what you like my angel" he groaned.

"Oh please sir, please let me cu-" I was cut off by his hard fast thrust screaming from the pleasure I was getting. 

"Don't you dare cum without me, " he said. Thank God for birth control. "We're gonna cum in 5...4...3...2...oh fuck 1, cum for sir baby cum for me" my orgasm came out of me as I came all over my Professor's cock and thrusted a couple more times in me.

---

We start putting our clothes on. Luckily Duncan had wipes so I wouldn't have to feel sticky. "Well I better be going" I was about to head out of his class then I turned around by Duncan giving me the sweetest, softest kiss.

We pulled away with our heads touching and said " I meant what I said (y/n). You're very special to me. May I take you to dinner on Saturday". I simply nodded. "Yes, Duncan I'd love too" .

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Erwin x reader (Modern AU!)

A/N: Hello lovelies!~ I am here with another one-shot x reader! I hope y'all enjoy it. Also! I’m currently working on my very first collab with another Author so keep an eye out for that. Leave a comment and let me know what you would like to see next from me.

WARNING: abusive and crude language, mentions of sexual activities, prostitution, light angst, fluff

Word count: 2.7k

Song for fic: A team by Ed Sheeran

I pulled myself up from the mattress glancing over, seeing the wad of cash and a used condom laying next to me on the creaky mattress. The door slamming as the John leaves. The mild ache between my legs becomes more ignorable as I rose to my feet. redressing myself I grabbed the cash, shoving it into the cup of my brazier. sliding on my heels I waddled downstairs passing the front desk, I drop off the key to the girl running the counter. Holding my jacket a little closer to my body as I feel the nip of a winter chill against my exposed flesh. The neon lights illuminating the main streets as cars drove by. My heels clicking against the snow-dusted concrete as I made my way back to my corner.

    “Did you make me some money bitch?” My pimp Georgie growled upon seeing me.

    “Yes Georgie, I got your money.” I rolled my eyes before reaching into my brazier retrieving the rolled up bills. Handing him the dough his face lit up. Snatching the money from my hands before splitting it, he slips me some of my earnings.

   “Go get yourself something new baby girl,” Georgie says before smacking my ass. After taking the cash I turned and started walking. I knew what I wanted most right now, a burger.

         Stepping inside the McDonald’s I sighed in relief as the warm building began to thaw out my cold skin. The girl at the counter waited patiently as I glanced over the TV screens finally placing my order I pull out my money to pay when I feel someone grasp my hand.

       “I’ll be paying for her order.” The blonde gentleman budded in. Still, in mild shock, he gently moved me aside swiping his black card. Glancing over the man he turned to look at me before speaking, “My name is Erwin.” He stated, flashing a pearly white smile. We moved off to the side so the people behind us could order. “Can you tell me your name?” He asked gently.

       “Thank you…” I mumbled shyly.

       “Well, that’s an interesting name.” He chuckles. His snicker was infectious as I caught myself let out a small giggle.

       “People call me Baby,” I responded. He gently took my hand before placing a gentle kiss against the back of my hand.

   “Well Baby, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He stated calmly. “Mind if I wait with you?” He asked. Nodding my head we stood and waited for them to call out my order.

~~~

“So there I was standing in front of my teacher trying to explain why I had been late.”

We both laughed at the last statement. Finally taking the last bite of my burger before standing up and throwing away the trash. Coming back to the table I picked up my jacket from the back of my seat. “I should probably get going before Georgie has a fit,” I say while shrugging my jacket back on.

“Is Georgie your boyfriend?” Erwin questioned with a frown. Shaking my head I picked up my purse. “Is he what, like your pimp or something?” he jokingly asked. I stared at him when he noticed I didn’t laugh. He commented, “He’s your pimp isn’t he.” Hearing him saying it I sighed.

“My lips are sealed,” I state sadly. Turning to walk away I felt him grab my hand.

    “How much?” Erwin asked flatly. Turning to face him, I sighed once more.

    “$200 an hour,” I stated in a monotone voice.

“Perfect.” He stated pulling me along gently. Reaching into my pocket I texted Georgie.

    [Be back later. Got another John. -Baby ]

                        [Make that money Baby. - Georgie]

Erwin leg me out into the parking lot when a Rolls Royce pulled up to the curb. The driver stepping out and opening the backseat door. Stepping inside the vehicle I slide into the seat Erwin Sliding in beside me.

The car comes to a stop outside one of the largest apartment buildings in the city. The driver once again opens the door, Erwin slides out first offering me a hand. Taking it, I slide out of the vehicle only to see that said apartment building was one of the most expensive one's buildings in New York City. Erwin began to lead me inside. As we stepped inside the building the employees greeted him as he walked us to the elevator. The lift letting out a ding as we reached the top of the building. The doors opened to expose the lavish apartment. He smiled as he turned back towards me. “Welcome to my apartment.” He smiled as he turned back towards me. “Well I mean, My apartment building.” He chuckled.

“Wait, Erwin. Your THE Erwin Smith, you know the open who owns half of this damn city Erwin Smith?” I asked in sheer shock.

“The one and only. In the flesh.” he chuckled. “Feel free to make yourself at home. You can even watch some TV if you want,” he stated before continuing to lead me into the living room.

“Wait… Don’t you want to have sex?” I ask out of curiosity.

“No! Wait sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come off so harsh. I mean yes, you are a very beautiful woman but I didn’t bring you here to have sex with you.” Erwin said. “Now I’m going to go draw a bath if you need anything just call. I’ll be right down the hall.” He smiled gently before walking off down a hallway. I was hesitant to even move. I glanced around at the lavish room. Everything was so immaculate, I was afraid if I breathed too hard I’d ruin something. Slowly I moved to sit down on a nearby stool. Leaning down  I took off the pair of black heels, sighing in relief of not having my feet confided in those torture devices. “Baby, do you like bubbles?” I heard Erwin call out.

“I do.” I hollered back. Standing back up I moved down the hallway following the sound of flowing water. There leaning over the side of the claw foot tub Erwin’s white dress shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows exposing his veiny forearms. His shirt seemed sculpted to him as it was sculpted to obvious toned body.

“Is this bath for me?” I ask as I lean against the door frame.

“Yes, I mean I’m not drawing a bath because I think you smell. I just thought you might feel more relaxed. Oh gosh, this is coming off-” Interrupting Erwin I laugh softly.

“Erwin it’s fine. Really, thank you.” I smile softly. Nodding his head he stood up rubbing his wet hands nervously on his dress pants to dry them off, he moved towards the marble sink.

“Would you like to shower before your bath?” He asked after reaching underneath the sink to retrieve a towel before setting it on the counter.

“That would be nice,” I state before reaching behind my back beginning to unzip the back of my dress.

“Feel free to use anything in the shower. Sorry there aren’t any more feminine scents.” he apologized before pulling open a drawer by the sink and retrieving a set of pajamas. Nodding my head, I waited for him to leave the room before finishing undressing.

~~~

Stepping out of the bathroom the shirt he had lent me hung down to mid-thigh, my frame swimming in the silky fabric of the shirt. Having tucked the matching pajama bottoms back in the drawer after realizing they wouldn’t stay on no matter how much I struggled for them to.

“Erwin?” I called out as I tiptoed out of the bathroom.

“In here!” I hear him call out from further down the hallway.  Walking down the hall I stepped into the bedroom. Erwin was grabbing one of the plush pillows from off the bed and a spare blanket. “You can get the bed, I’ll take the couch.” He stated. Before he walked past me out the door I grabbed his arm in protest.

“Woah, I can’t take the bed from you it’s your bed, I’ll take the couch,” I speak before stealing the pillow and blanket from his hands. He chuckled before taking the pillow and blanket back from me before dropping them on the floor. Swiftly he scooped me up in his arms, carrying me like a damsel in distress. He strolled over to the bed gently setting me down. Pulling the covers over me, tucking me in. As he turned to leave I grabbed the bottom of his shirt with a tug. “Wait...I would feel bad for taking your bed from you… We could just share it.” I spoke quietly as my cheeks flush a light pink. He snickered softly before I let go of the bottom of his shirt so he could walk over to the other side of the large bed and climbed in. Nuzzling into the Egyptian cotton sheets I began to slip off into a deep sleep.

   ~~~  

Stirring in my slumber, I nuzzle into the warm mass. The faint smell of a masculine cologne fills my nose, humming softly in contentment. Suddenly I open my eyes in realization. Before my eyes lied a sleepy Erwin Smith. I’m in his bed and I’m still dressed. Slowly rolling over about to get out of the bed when I felt Erwin’s arm wrap around my waist pulling me closer.

“Stay.” He mumbled into my hair. For the first time in years, I felt… safe. We continued to lay there at his request. Eventually, we both got up and walked out into the living room. Reaching into my purse pulling out my phone seeing the screen full of notifications of texts and calls from Georgie.

“Oh shit,” I whisper as I begin to tremble in fear. Quickly stripping myself of Erwin’s shirt not caring if he saw me in my undergarments before dressing back into my skippy red dress from the previous night. Erwin took notice of my scrabbling.

“Woah Woah Baby, slow down what’s wrong?” Erwin asked trying to calm down my panic.

“Georgie is going to kill me. I didn’t come back last night. Maybe if I plead he won’t kill me and dump me in a ditch somewhere.” as I was speaking my eyes began to well up with tears. Erwin grasped my arms pulling me into a comforting embrace. Feeling his arms around me I once again felt the sweet comfort of safety.

“Baby, it’s going to be okay, I’m going to handle this, you just have to trust me, okay?” He spoke with so much confidence as he looked down at me holding me a little tighter. Nodding my head he stroked my hair gently trying his best to comfort me.

~~~  

We pulled up to the curb of my corner seeing Georgie standing with a couple of his other girls standing beside him. Erwin parking the car before leaving the driver’s seat, coming over to my side and opening the door for me. The instant I step out of the vehicle Georgie becomes enraged.

“Where the hell have you’ve you been bitch!” He growled as he grabbed me by the hair forcefully pulling away from Erwin and shoving me onto my knees. I yelp in pain from him pulling so harshly on my hair as well as my knees scraping into the concrete. Releasing my hair he walked over to Erwin, “Where the fuck is money!” Georgie hollered before giving Erwin a shove. Despite Georgie using his best effort to push, Erwin didn’t budge.

“How much,” Erwin asked as he glared at Georgie.

“How much for what?” Georgie snarled.

“How much for Baby,” Erwin stated, crossing his arms across his chest naturally flexing his firm muscles.

“She ain’t for sale homie, she’s my best whore.” Georgie laughed. Erwin chuckled lowly before walking over and helping me up off my spot on the ground letting me put most of my weight onto him as I hissed from the sting of my bleeding knees. Reaching into his pocket, Erwin pulls out a large wad of rolled up $100 bills. Tossing the roll to Georgie he settled me back into the passenger seat of the car. As Georgie caught the money Erwin began to explain.

“What your holding is a couple thousand dollars on top of the payment for last night, thank you and have a good night.” He turned around and smiled at Georgie before climbing into the driver’s seat and pulling away from the curb. The ride was silent for a couple minutes as we drove to what I assumed was back towards the apartment. “We’ll take care of your knees once we get back to the apartment,” Erwin spoke gently, his voice sounding concerned.

“[y/n].” I spoke quietly. Turning to him smiling softly as my eyes began to water to the point, a tear slides down my cheek. “My name is [full name].” I smiled. Coming to a stop at a stoplight he turns to look at me and smiles back before looking forward again at the road.

From the Parking Garage, all the way back up to the apartment he carried me. Once inside he brought me to the bathroom setting me up on the counter before leaving to grab the first aid kit. Pulling up a small stood he rested my foot on his thigh as he began to one knee at a time clean up my scraped flesh. We sat in silence as he continued to clean and bandage both of my knees. Taking notice of my swollen ankle as well he wrapped the swollen joint in stretch bandage. Once done he lifted me off the counter and carried me to the couch setting me down on the plush cushions before elevating my ankle with a pillow. “[y/n]...You know...If you’d like I have a spare room if...if you’d like to stay. You wouldn’t have to work if you don’t want to, I could pay for your needs. I’m not going to make you stay if you don’t want to.” He rambled as he sat on the coffee table beside the couch facing me. I just stare at him in bewilderment. First, he freed me from my pimp and now he was offering me a place to sleep with free food. It just sounded too good to be true. “I want to make a life here for you… A life here where you can feel safe… a life here with me. I know we barely know each other and this is just really sudden and you don’t have to make this decision now I just don-” I grabbed him by his shirt before pulling him into a gentle kiss. Pulling back from the smooch, I smile as I gazed into his eyes.

“Thank you.”

1 year later -

I was standing in the kitchen, the smell of bacon filling the large room as it sizzled in the pan. Humming softly I felt two arms suddenly wrap around my waist and a face nuzzle into my neck. Giggling softly, I intertwine my free hand with one of the hands around my waist. “Good Morning Sweetheart.” Erwin hummed into my ear before placing a gentle kiss against the base of my neck. Giggling as he suddenly began to gently tickle my sides before I wiggle out of his grasp. Turning around I wrap my arms around his neck as I stare lovingly into his eyes. “What,” he questioned as he gazed back.

“I still feel like this is all just a dream and I’m going to wake up and still be working my tail on some corner in a shady neighborhood,” I state my voice quivering slightly at the end. Resting his forehead against mine he whispered.

“I’ll never let him take you. I promise.” Erwin spoke using a serious yet comforting tone. I sighed deeply as a I nuzzle into him, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around me. The same feeling of safety with it. His scent filling my nostrils and I relax into his embrace.

   “Thank you.”

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Here’s a scrapped first chapter from The Traveler’s Gift! It’s not polished because it’s from the first draft and it doesn’t contain any spoilers, but I will warn there is language and graphic violence!

Chicago was alive with music, laughter, money, and freedom. The city was much different in 1923 than it had been in 1917 when Louis had left it. The economy was booming, factories were working overtime, and people were spending money hand over fist. On June 28th, 1919 the Eighteenth Amendment had been passed, prohibiting the manufacture, transportation, and sale of alcohol in the United States.

That didn’t stop a handful of wealthy men from creating and exporting alcohol from the city. People would pay out the nose for a drop of bootleg and that made the rich even richer.

Marcello Salvatore was the wealthiest man in Chicago. To the unsuspecting eye, he was a businessman. He bought out businesses that were failing, gave them a financial boost, and reaped the benefits of a good transaction. To those who knew better, he was the best bootleg provider in the state of Illinois. He owned half a dozen speakeasies throughout the city, a good amount of freight ships that exported across the lake, and kept the police in the suburbs happy and uninterested in stopping his shipments via the road with by lining their pockets.

Louis tapped his knuckles against the polished bar as the band played a jazzy tune and the men and flappers took their turns on the dancefloor.

The speakeasy was owned by Marcello, himself. People knew that being here was illegal, but that didn’t stop them from coming in for a good time.

He finished his whiskey and set the glass down for the barkeep to pick up. If only they knew what was going on below their feet, he mused silently as he scanned the faces in the room.

What was going on in the basement was a little more illegal than selling bootleg. This particular speakeasy was one of the many cover-ups for Salvatore’s dirty work. The music, laughter, and the feet of dirt between the floorboards and the cellar were perfect to cover up the sounds of tortured screaming and pleas for the pain to stop.

He frowned as he combed the crowd for Javier Gonzalez. The Mexican-American had been ordered to count the amount of profit that had come from Marcello’s last export of whiskey.

Marcello had caught word that one of his runners, William Smith, had been caught selling barrels of whiskey for more than their set price. The ledgers hadn’t proven that there was an excess of profit, which meant that Smith had been taking the extra cash right from under the boss’s nose. Which, was something he didn’t appreciate.

Money was important to Marcello.

Louis ordered another drink.

If Javier didn’t show up soon, the boss was going to send Louis after him and neither of them wanted that.

Marcello was the only person to know about Louis’s “gift”. He’d told Louis to keep it between the two of them. It made him the ultimate spy and go-for. If the boss needed information without risking being caught, he sent Louis. If he needed somebody to break a safe he sent Javier and Louis. If he needed somebody to help get rid of a body, he sent Louis.

Louis had quickly learned that the pain was something that came with his teleportation. He also learned that if he had ahold of somebody and used his gifts, they’d be subjected to the pain as well.

Louis hoped Javier showed up before he had to subject his friend to that kind of agony. The pain was brutal for someone experiencing for the first time. Hell, it still hurt Louis, but he’d started to get used to the pain.

The only thing that helped numb the pain was the liquor he kept in a flask tucked away inside his jacket pocket. He had to take care to ensure the nip of bootleg went unnoticed. The last thing he wanted was to be picked up by the cops for a small amount of booze.

He could smell the woman’s perfume before he looked up to see her. She leaned on the bar, her dark hair pinned up, pearls adorning her long throat, rouge coloring her cheeks. The flapper gave Louis a bright smile and a good look down the front of her dress. “I’ll have whatever you’re having,” she purred.

Louis gave her a charming smile in return and signaled for another drink.

“I’ve seen you here before.”

“Have you?” He mused, his fingertips tracing the lip of his glass.

“It’s hard to miss somebody as handsome as you.”

Louis racked his memory, trying to remember a time when he’d seen the woman before. He probably had seen her before, but he didn’t remember when. Truthfully, he was more often than not focused on a job when he came to this particular joint. If he did come here for fun, he’d often slip away with a cute little number for some fun.

“I must need my eyes checked,” he replied, “because it’s hard to believe that I never noticed you before.”

She laughed and leaned forward, giving him a good view of her cleavage.

Louis took a long look before dragging his gaze back to her face.

He liked her. If he wasn’t so worried about where the hell Javier was, he would have had a dance with her. He would have offered to take her somewhere private and they would have gotten a little frisky.

Louis sighed, stubbed out his cigarette and downed his whiskey. He had to go find Javier. The boss was already in a foul mood and Javier’s tardiness wouldn’t do anything to help that. If they waited any longer, they’d both be sorry. “Excuse me, doll. I’ve got to step out for a minute. I’ll catch you later if you're still interested.”

He slipped through the front door of the speakeasy. The front of the saloon was sent up as a tailor shop to avoid the cops from getting suspicious.

As Louis rounded a rack of coats, he saw Javier’s familiar silhouette at the front door.

Annoyance shot through him at his friend’s tardiness. He’d taken too damn long to count Marcello’s money and now the both of them are going to be in trouble.

He stepped back, letting the shadows mask his presence.

Javier whistled as he rounded the corner, but stopped with a choked yelp as 

Louis grabbed him by the front of his coat and slammed him into a shelf. A box of buttons scattered, they rolled across the floor at their feet.

Louis ignored Javier’s Spanish curses. “What the hell took you so long? The boss is getting impatient!”

“You try to count all that money! You’ve got to look at the ledgers, look at the shipment size, make sure it’s all accounted for, and you can’t lose count or you have to start all over again!” He looked around the vacant shop and dropped his voice low, even though they were alone. “Did you beat him within an inch of his life?”

“No. He’s a little roughed up right now, but we’ve been waiting on you to come back with the totals.”

Javier nodded and started to head for the cellar door. “There are no extra rubes.”

Louis couldn’t help but shake his head at William Smith’s foolishness. How thick did you have to be to think you could skim money from Marcello Salvatore? He was the wealthiest man in Chicago! There was no way he would have ever gotten away with it without the mobster knowing!

The lack of extra money meant that Smith had been stealing from the boss, which meant he was going to pay the difference with his life. Which also meant that it was going to be a very long night for everyone involved.

Disposing of a body was a tedious process that required a meticulous amount of attention to detail. They didn’t want the cops catching on so everything had to look like an accident.

Javier pulled the door to the cellar open, the musty scent of damp earth drifting out with it.

As he descended the dubious steps Louis could hear the muffled sounds from the speakeasy overhead. Instead of the music sounding like distinctive notes, it sounded like muffled bleating instead. The footsteps over those dancing on the floor above their heads clattered like horses stomping across a barn floor.

In the center of the room, a bare was suspended from the ceiling. Just below it, sat William Smith tied to a wooden chair. Louis took his place at the edge of the room new a few of Marcello’s other employees. Abraham, Johnnie, and Edgar. They all wore similar suits and matching stoic expressions.

William was the only one in the room that was showing any sort of emotion. His eyes were glancing desperately among all of them. One of his eyes had a broken blood vessel, giving him a particularly demonic image. “Let me go. I swear I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Quiet!” Abraham snarled. “Or you’ll be missing your tongue.”

The restrained man pressed his lips into a thin line, causing the wound at the corner of his mouth to weep blood down the side of his pale jaw. Instead, he settled for pulling on the restraints pinning his wrists down the arms of the chair in front of him.

Marcello stepped down into the cellar, reeking of cigar smoke and bootleg.  

Louis’s fingers twitching for one of the cigarettes in his breast pocket. He forced himself to stand still. 

Everything about the mobster reeked of money. He oozed power. His shark-like eyes roamed over every one of them before stopping on Smith. He curled his lip in disgust at the sight of the man’s face. He then turned his attention to Javier. “Did you count the money?”

“Yes, boss.” Javier did a good job of not fidgeting under the Italian’s unforgiving gaze.

“And?”

“The money’s all there, sir. There’s not a penny more or a penny less.”

Marcello’s gaze swiveled to the man sitting below the bare bulb. “Tell me,” he said before pausing to take a long drag on his rich cigar. He breathed out the smoke in Smith’s face. “Tell me how much money you made by charging my clients extra for buying my whiskey!” His voice was a roar in the small room.

The captive man sat his jaw and looked past the mobster, looking at the stairs that could take him to freedom.

Louis knew he wouldn’t be going up them alive.

“Playing hardball, eh?” Marcello reached out with the burning end of his cigar.

Smith tried to jerk his face away, but he couldn’t go far when he was tied down. The sizzle of the burning tip against his skin was audible and the groan he bit back was painful. 

The mobster looked at the end of his freshly extinguished cigar with distaste before placing it in his breast pocket. “How much money were you stealing from me, William?”

No answer.

Marcello nodded like he’d expected that outcome and he took a step back. 

“Abe, cut off his thumb,” he said like he was making a prediction about the next Cubs game.

Smith jerked frantically against his bonds, shouting in protest.

“Hold him,” the boss said to Louis.

“Yes, sir.” Louis stepped up behind Smith and wrapped one arm around his neck and fisted the other in his oily brown hair.

Smith screamed and fought against him when Abe took his right thumb from him.

Louis ignored the shame that ran through him but quickly tamped it down. He had known what he was getting himself into when he’d agreed to sign on with Marcello Salvatore. This was all part of the job.

Smith still screamed as blood ran down the arm of the chair, dripping on his ripped slacks, and onto the floor. He made an animalistic snarling sound as he tried to keep what little dignity he had left by not crying.

Louis was not a fan of maiming, but it was part of the dirty work that went hand-in-hand with being in the mob. Even though he felt his gut clench like he was going to be sick, he kept a cool expression on his face.

He joined the mob about a year and a half ago. There had been Union strikes throughout the nation off and on since 1919. He’d been fresh out of the war and had been working at a meatpacking factory when the employees went on strike. Instead of striking with them, he’d gone to look for a different job.

His search had brought him to the docks on Lake Michigan. He’d been hoping for a job on a fishing boat, loading and unloading freighters from the ships, or a repairman for the boats, but he’d had nothing but bad luck.

He’d been about to give in and go home for the day down on his luck when he overheard to passing cops talking about how they had planned to set up a stake-out in order catch bootleggers smuggling barrels of whiskey across the lake.

Louis hadn’t been a fool. He knew that there were two major families reigning over the Midwest, perhaps even as far as the western border of Pennsylvania. 

The Salvatore family and the O’Shea family were the two biggest families making a profit from the Eighteenth Amendment.

It hadn’t taken a scientist to figure out that the Salvatore family was the wealthiest in Chicago. Marcello had a plethora of businesses and owned a share in several of them along the shoreline of the lake. It made sense that he used them to his advantage when exporting his illegal wares.

The O’Shea family was also powerful, but not quite as powerful as the Salvatores. The Irish mobsters had a hard time exporting their bootleg out of the city. The majority of their profits came from sales within the city.

Overhearing the officers had given Louis an idea. He wasn’t a fool, but he was desperate to make some cash. He knew that the information would be worth a pretty penny. So, he jumped to a speakeasy that he knew belonged to Marcello.

By the end of the day, he’d ended up selling the information he had about the stake-out for a shot of whiskey, a few dollars, and his soul.

It had been one-and-a-half years since that night, and even longer since his panic attack in the trench had revealed to him his “gift”. He put himself in good standing with the family and kept himself that way by proving himself useful time and time again whether that meant he was running information, spying, or assisting with messy situations, such as this one.

He’d seen several different forms of torture since joining up with the mafia and dismemberment was not his favorite.

He had to give William credit where it was due. That stubborn prick was down to seven-and-a-half fingers, but he had plenty left to spare.

Abe’s knife was glinting crimson and Louis had to hold the man even tighter when he struggled away from it.

“Okay!” The runner cried out, tears were running down his bruising cheeks as he sobbed for the loss of his fingers. “I’ll talk! I’ll tell you anything you want to know, I swear! Just no more, please!”

Salvatore gave Louis and Abe a dismissive flick of the fingers and approached the restrained man. “I’m listening.”

“I’ve been overcharging the price of the shine to make a quick buck for the past three months. I’ve been charging an extra two dollars a barrel.”

Marcello’s jaw twitched in a way that announced to those in the that he was far from pleased to hear this news. “Not only have you been robbing me of the extra money, but you’ve also been robbing me out of customers! If the price of whiskey goes up, people buy from a cheaper buyer. Tell me, Smith, if they’re not buying it from me who are they buying it from?”

Smith’s silence was palpable, his reluctance to answer clear when he started to sob again.

Louis curled his fingers into his arms. Seeing a man learn he was going to die was never easy.

The mobster gave Smith time to answer. After nearly a full minute of sobbing, he kicked the polished toe of the shine-runner’s shoe. His voice was oddly calm when he asked, “who?”

“The O’Sheas.”

“The O-fucking-Sheas!” Marcello roared thunderously. “You steal money from me and send my customers to them! You’re disgusting!”

“Please, boss, I-I won’t ever do it again. I swear! I-I know I’ve made a real mess of things, but I swear to you that I’ll pay you back every cent I stole and I won’t ever do it again!”

Louis pressed his lips together, wishing for that cigarette now more than ever. Smith’s plan was never going to work. No amount of groveling, no promises, or ass-kissing was going to please the boss. The only way to make Marcello happy was by taking the life of the man that betrayed him.

“I’ll take the money,” Marcello said easily. Judging from the tone in his voice, he made it almost seem possible that he was willing to look past Smith’s errors and forgive him. “Where’s the money at?”

“It’s all locked up in the safe in my house.”

Louis meets Marcello’s gaze from over Smith’s head. He knows he’s going to be collecting the money from the man’s home once this ordeal is finally over.

“D-Does this mean I can get outta here?”

The mobster clapped a meaty hand on the restrained man’s shoulder. His voice reeked of faux sympathy, “sorry, buddy. I don’t believe in loose ends, y’ know? I like things to be trimmed short and kept neat.”

“Wh-What?” Fear was in Smith’s voice now as Marcello stepped back and Abe stepped forward. The crimson blade glinting dangerously in the light of the bare bulb. “No! No! You can’t—" His words cut off with a gurgle as Abe slid the knife, deep in his throat from ear to ear.

[goldendream-s]

too good at goodbyes

a/n: inspired by too good at goodbyes by sam smith. this is such an incredible son, and i highly recommend listening to it if you haven't already. i hope you guys love it just as much as i loved writing it

warning: this is 2,960 words of 110% angst, you’ve been warned

MASTERLIST || REQUEST

Things haven’t been the same between you and Shawn lately; you wish you had another reason to blame, but you knew the only person at fault was you. The two of you had been dating for nine months now, and although Shawn never rushed you into the relationship, both of you knew that the relationship was stuck at a dead end.

It wasn’t Shawn’s fault though — in fact, if it weren’t for his persistence, you don't know where the two of you would stand today. Not only was he extremely patient with you knowing how fragile your heart had become from your past relationships that didn’t work out, but he also fought for the two of you. He’d be on the other side of the world, yet his thoughts would only be on you. Even at 3am in the morning after a show, Shawn’s mind would make him pick up his phone and press on your contact to tell you how the concert went. He’d always buy you a small gift from every place he stopped by on tour, and always made an effort to see you as much as possible. You insisted that having Shawn as your boyfriend was all you needed and the amount of gifts he spoiled you with was unnecessary, but you eventually gave up protesting. You hated throwing the word around, but Shawn truly was a perfect boyfriend to you. 

You must think that I'm stupid You must think that I'm a fool You must think that I'm new to this But I have seen this all before

You weren’t sure when it had happened, but everything was quick to fall out. You weren’t going to lie -- you were beyond scared of being so in love with someone, but you were even more scared of having your heart broken. Your past relationships always left you hurt, and you weren’t sure if you could take another hit. 

Break-ups never came easy to you, but after your third boyfriend in a year broke up with you, you were convinced that there was something wrong with you. The hurt finally became a feeling of numbness, a feeling you were too accustomed to. The ever so familiar feeling of emotional pain had become a friend of yours, and you had become convinced that every one of your relationships would end up leaving you in the same way: alone and shattered. You thought you were impossible to love, unwanted.

That was what you thought before Shawn came around; and as cliche as it sounded, he taught you what love was again. He was understanding, and made you realize that no relationship would be flawless, no matter the people. He was your shoulder to lean on when you were sad, the back to hide behind when you were scared. He was your rock, and you weren’t sure if it was safe to rely so much on one person.

Your conscience so badly wanted to let your mind accept Shawn, but you couldn’t will yourself to bring your walls down, even in the time of your now nine month relationship with him. You didn’t want to admit it, but you knew you weren’t putting your all into the relationship. The thought of telling someone all of your secrets to have them leave you the next day made your stomach turn and heart wrench -- you were tired of being the one left brokenhearted. 

I'm never gonna let you close to me Even though you mean the most to me 'Cause every time I open up, it hurts

It was evident to you that things between you and Shawn hadn’t been the same after your realization, and it seemed like Shawn had noticed, too.

To top it all off, only one month back from tour, he started going out every night to catch up with some friends and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt you. You never hesitated to tell him it was okay every time he’d ask if you were fine with him going out for the night, but you just didn’t know that it’d mean staying at his friend’s house every time he’d be “too drunk,” or coming home hours past 2am. 

Shawn had become a ghost in his own apartment, especially because your work schedule only let you see him in the evening. It felt like he was prioritizing clubbing and friends over you, going out for hours on end. You were tired of thinking everything was your fault, because you knew Shawn was trying to escape the painfully clear tension the relationship had seemed to develop. 

Maybe it was just another excuse for you to use in attempt to cover up the real reason you were slipping: you were scared of getting your heart broken over and over. Whatever it was, it didn’t feel like things were working out anymore, and you had to let Shawn know.

“I just don’t get it!” Shawn threw his hands in the air as he yanked the blanket the two of you were sharing off of him.

The two of you were on the plush white couch of his new Toronto flat, about to start a Grey’s Anatomy marathon. Being the hopeless romantic he was, Shawn had dimmed the lights and lit candles all around his place for the night. It had been almost three days since the two of you could find a time to hang out, but you knew what you had to do. 

“I do so much for this relationship, why can’t you see that I’m not like the rest?” Shawn asked, his eyes softening as he tried to calm himself down. 

You scoffed at his words, knowing it was a white lie considering the amount of times he had turned down your plans to go out.

You had brought up the mention of taking a break, but you didn’t mean to draw this reaction out form your boyfriend. Breaking up with Shawn was the last thing you wanted to do, but you weren’t sure if you could take the anxiousness nipping at your tail anymore. You were beyond petrified at the idea of being so invested in someone, especially someone who was constantly on the move. You didn’t want to be the first one to get hurt, so you figured you’d end things before the situation worsened

“I-I don’t know, I just-” you tried to explain, but you knew you were just running in circles with your words.

“Baby, please don’t give up on us,” Shawn pleaded. He had found his seat next to you again, his voice returning to the soft and calming one you were used to. “I know you’re scared, but just let me in. I’m not going to hurt you like Jay did. I’m not going to leave you in the dirt like Aaron did.”

The mention of your exes made you squirm in your seat. You were well aware that Shawn wasn’t like the others -- he cared so much more than the rest. If it weren’t for the voices in your head telling you to run away as far as possible, you would’ve let your guard down but it wasn’t enough.

So I'm never gonna get too close to you Even when I mean the most to you In case you go and leave me in the dirt

“I-I can’t Shawn. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t deserve your love. I can’t give you what you need,” you admitted as you finally felt the tears begin to wet your face.

With those words, Shawn brought you into a tight hug. He let his anger out with your confession, too consumed with trying to stop your tears.

“I’m sorry I’m such a shitty girlfriend, I’m sorry that I’m s-scared, I’m so, so sorry, Shawn.” you repeatedly apologized in his shirt.

Shawn’s hand stroked your hair that messily cascaded down you back and he tried to hush you. 

“Darling, please don’t say that. You are more than enough. You’re my world. I’d never leave you for anything. Please, just trust me,” he soothed your fears as you nodded

“Please, don’t give up on us because you’re scared. Don’t let what we have become destroyed because of a ‘what if,’” He practically begged you.

In the middle of it all, his legs somehow became intertwined with yours as his hands softly laid on your damp cheeks.

“Okay,” you finally gave in.

The smile that grew on Shawn’s face as he heard those two syllables come out of your mouth was a site to remember. His grip around your hand tightened as he adorned your body in kisses. In that moment, you knew that he was worth fighting for.

That conversation was exactly one week ago. This was real life: a single discussion couldn’t fix all of the mistakes that had accumulated. Things hadn’t turned out the way either of you had intended. 

The words exchanged that night definitely made the relationship and bond between you and Shawn grow stronger, but it still wasn’t enough. It felt like a hurdle had been jumped, a step forward for both of you, but events following those couple of days were quick to feel like another two steps back.

But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry

Your boyfriend made sure to find time in his schedule to be with you. It was more than reassuring, and for a second, you almost thought that you didn’t have to worry about your heart being broken by Shawn. You must’ve jinxed yourself, because as soon as you had felt like it was okay to let Shawn in, he had started going out almost every night again. 

Although you weren’t one to be clingy, you had definitely felt lonely during the nights. You didn’t want to make it seem like you were holding him on a leash, so you had of course encouraged him to go out when he would get invited somewhere to let loose a little, knowing how hard he had worked during his nine month tour. You had ditched your friends so many times in hopes that Shawn would do the same for you, but of course, it only made you look like a fool when he would be a no show.

Your texts to him soon had been unanswered for days, and every single one of your calls had been sent to voicemail. Shawn had without a doubt been on his phone especially with his activeness on Instagram and Twitter, and it began to upset you that he couldn’t even take two seconds out of his day to send you a text to let you know that he had at least been doing okay. 

It wasn’t a lie to say that you felt the hurt and abandonment that you were trying to avoid. Maybe you were being over-dramatic, but you knew these line of events to think of them as nothing. It had been five days since you have had a real conversation with your own boyfriend, and it became all too hard to hold it all in. You had started to think that your attempt to break up with Shawn had caused a strain in the relationship, and once again, it was all on you. 

Would you have been if this position if you never brought up the break? 

+

And every time you walk out, the less I love you

Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad but it's true

A few days soon became a week as you waited to at least catch a glimpse of Shawn to talk to him in person. You made some progress last Friday when he finally texted back, but it felt as if he only replied you of pity and for you to stop pestering him. You knew something was going terribly wrong, and your suspicions were confirmed after your boyfriend hadn’t been in his flat for the sixth night in a row.

As the clock above Shawn’s TV struck two hours past midnight, you knew that this would make it the seventh time your boyfriend didn’t come home for the night. You were on your last straw, and this seemed to push you over the edge. 

Removing yourself from the spot on the white couch that you and Shawn were cuddling on just weeks ago, you headed for Shawn’s room that had practically become yours since he’s moved in. You dug in the closet to find your duffel bag, and quickly stuffed all of your possessions in. It didn’t take long considering most of your wardrobe was made up of Shawn’s shirts, but you rushed to grab all of your items nonetheless.

I know you're thinking I'm heartless I know you're thinking I'm cold I'm just protecting my innocence I'm just protecting my soul

After you were sure that you had packed up everything you’d need, you pulled off your promise ring from your ring finger that Shawn had given to you on your sixth month anniversary along with the key to his flat that he gave you when he first got his place. Setting it down near the entrance’s drawer, you closed your eyes in hopes of settling down the headache that you felt washing over you.

The memories that you felt being pulled away from you along with your ring was a hit to your whole body, but aside from the initial hurt, you felt nothing. You had become too good at leaving, too good at protecting yourself from the hurt that you always anticipated. It was foolish to think that things between you and Shawn would ever work: the two of you were living in two separate worlds. He was becoming more and more popular every day, while you were the average city girl trying to get through college. 

How naive you were to think this relationship would be any different from the rest.

I'm way too good at goodbyes, I'm way too good at goodbyes

You didn’t bother to write a note or let Shawn know, almost positive that he wouldn’t even notice that you were leaving him. He hadn’t been home for the past few nights, so why would this one be any different? As you took one last look around the flat you had gotten so used to spending late nights and early mornings with Shawn, you finally pushed yourself to close the door.

You weren’t sure what hurt more: the thought of you leaving someone you cared so much about, or how you didn’t shed a single tear that night as you left Shawn’s flat, also leaving behind the relationship you so badly wanted to work out.

SHAWN’S POV

I opened the door into my flat, the alcohol in my veins slowly subsiding as the seconds passed by. I had spent the last few weeks feeling this doziness, but Brian had finally convinced me to stay at my flat instead of his. It was a foreign feeling to be back here; It had felt like years since I’ve been in my flat, but in reality, it had only been less than a week.

I haven’t seen her in the same amount of time either and I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain my absence. Guilt washed over my face as I realized that I never texted her back from the other day, but my approaching headache was telling me to get some water and pain reliever.

Closing the door as I removed my shoes, I looked around for the one person I was expecting to be waiting, but I was only met with pitch black.

“Hun, are you home?” I called, but the silence was the only thing to eat up my words.

“Babe, where are you?” I tried again

Flicking on the lights, the bulbs in the hallway immediately illuminated the flat I’ve left untouched lately. Setting down my keys on the entrance’s table, my fingers lingered on the drawer’s smooth wood finishing, my hands feeling something too painfully familiar.

Inching my glance down, too scared to be right, my eyes spotted her promise ring that matched with the very same one wrapping around my right hand’s ring finger. The same ring I had spent weeks trying to buy for our sixth month anniversary. Next to it was the duplicate of my flat’s key that I could only assumed was her’s as well. 

My heart began to beat faster as I frantically tried to prove my thoughts wrong.

“Baby, c’mon, where are you?” I nearly shouted.

Reality was slowly creeping along my back until everything finally clicked together. Sprinting to my room, the sheets were perfectly folded like how I left them since the last time I’ve slept in them. Even the laundry basket was still overflowing with my dirty shirts. I rush to the closet only to see her side of the closet empty, as if her clothes were never filling the racks and shelves. The restroom was no better, her toothbrush and hair products all just ghosts now.

Putting two and two together, I finally understood the situation. 

She was gone. Gone before I could even see her.

I couldn’t calm myself down before the sobs began to overcome my body. The truth hit all in one crash, my heart twisting into the pit of my stomach. Collapsing onto my bed, my mind flew to all of the places she could’ve gone. I mentally cursed at myself for knowing how she had been treated by her past boyfriends, and how I always thought they never deserved her. Now I’m just as bad as them, and I’m the only one to blame.

Staring at the ceiling, I finally understood the loneliness and pain she had been feeling. But now, I was just another reason for the hurt.

[impalaimagining]

PittCon Saturday

(holy shit y’all this was so much to remember from this morning until now. sorry if I forgot anything) Also this is obnoxiously long so this one gets a cut. #You’reWelcome

Read Friday’s here.

Part One: 

No Rob Benedict. Rich makes promises of him later.

ROB BENEDICT!!! He walked out with Briana and she claims she planned the whole thing.

Briana, Kim, and Gil didn’t have anyone lined up for questions. Briana threatened period talk. Gil blushed. 

Questions for Briana today instead of Kim. Briana does a little victory thing every time someone says, “My question is for Bri.” Kim mocks her from yesterday and says, “I’m gonna answer it anyway.”

Gil is third-wheelin’ it, hard. 

Gil addresses the whole thing that happened with the butt grabbing. He wanted to “nip it in the bud because it was weighing very heavily” on him. Apparently I missed that last night because I had no idea what he was even talking about when he said it. He’s a great guy. Try not to fault him for one little slip, yeah? He’s human. Cut the man some slack. 

Part Two: 

Rob scolds Rich for not telling us about the “I <3 KoC” shirts. Debates about whether it’s pronounced like Coke or like cock. “Wear that to Grandma’s house.” “One of those things will kill you!” 

Matt, Rob, and Rich bounce off of one another unbelievably well. 

Pssst, Matt Cohen is fucking attracccttiivveeeee

Questions about other projects and hobbies come up. Matt says he wants to get into racing again. Racing is in his future. Richard says he’s a lot like his father. His father was a lawyer. Rob used to have his own baseball league. With himself. He made up teams like “The Colors” and “Other Things.”

Rob and Rich are besties and it makes my life. 

The pilot for Skyward is streaming now on Amazon. Rich said there’s a part already sketched out for Rob if the show continues. It wasn’t his idea to include Rob, but he wanted to eventually anyway. 

Part Three:

Mark Sheppard is either consistently grouchy or was very tired/cranky today.

Almost all of his answers boiled down to one word, so that was the one word he used, and then moved on. He probably answered more questions on his own than Misha and Jake did combines just because of how fast he was moving. 

He said fuck Creation’s rules and walked around the crowd most of the time. Also joked about how when he was more powerful (and important), they never would’ve allowed that. (sad face on my part)

A fan asks how he feels about Fergus’s deal and how he lost his soul, what he sold it for. He doesn’t laugh. Just says, “If you want to ask about my penis, there are other ways to do it. I can’t relate to Fergus, if that’s what you’re asking.”

His favorite line is “Where’s your moose?” 

“You’re good, but I’m Crowley,” was improv. 

Talking about his wife and daughter made him light up like a Christmas tree. It was adorable. 

Everyone thinks he hates cats. He got very snarky about it. “Did I say I hate cats? No. I don’t hate anything. I hate Misha. Oops.”

He thinks Crowley came full circle. There wasn’t much else for him to do in the series, he thinks. 

He doesn’t understand the logic behind Rowena being Crowley’s mother.When Rowena dies at the hands of Lucifer (the first time), Mark said the line, “Always thought I’d be the one to do it,” felt very right in that moment.

Part Four: 

Jake Abel has the bubbliest butt in the entire cast. To quote myself from earlier today, “You could bounce a fuckin nickel off of that thing.”

He’s been creating plotlines and ways to bring Adam back. New plans are made every time he comes to a convention. Currently, we’re looking at an Adam spinoff in which he and his mother are resurrected (him from Hell, her from Heaven) and become hunters. They have “opposing forces!” as Jake said, and the story would follow the way they got the opposing forces to work together for the same common purpose.

This man is insane. 

He kept reminding us that he was in a weird mood because his flight didn’t get in until 4am.

Sleepy Jake is the cutest. 

Talk of Percy Jackson. 

Lots of talk about bringing Adam back. 

Part Five: 

MISHA. FREAKIN. COLLINS.

Guys. I’ve never been more amazed by one person’s smile and overall attitude. He’s so cheery and bright and uugghhh Misha.

He tells a story about his dad, and then says that he had to tell his children about his parents’ (brief, I think?) split, but he doesn’t want it to sound like that’s the only way marriages can end. The next day, his son went to school and told the teacher, “I want my parents to get a divorce.” I literally have no idea if this is true, but it’s what Misha told us.

Fake spoilers for Season 13, but he told us that he was filming it last night. Jared and Jensen still fuck with him to no end. 

“We were filming. Jared was on the bed, and we were doing something we don’t usually do on Supernatural.” *cue roars from the audience*

I think he tried to fight someone in the crowd. I have photos of his bulgy eyes and sassy jawline. Yeah, it’s a thing. 

MY PHOTO OP WITH HIM !!!!!!!!!

I was going to show him the photo of himself standing in front of the whiteboard with his drawing of Maison and the dandelion. Creation doesn’t allow phones in the photo op rooms so I had to put it in my pocket, which was fine.

I walked up and asked the woman if I could show him something. She said, “Sure, just make it quick!” Again, I get it. Not a problem. 

I’m standing there waiting with my arm pulled out of my sleeve to show him my tattoo. I walk up and I’m greeted with the most amazing smile and such a soft “hi.” 

I blurt out, “I NEED TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING!” *shoves my arm towards him* *silence from Misha as he stares*

His mouth kind of popped open when he realized what it was. His eyes are so freakin’ blue and I know because he looked me directly in them and told me, “That’s amazing.” 

My heart is racing, but I lean and and we hug and Chris snaps the photo. I step to walk away and Misha grabs my hands (!!!!!!!!!) I turn and look up at him (because damn he’s tall! He’s right, he’s just surrounded by giants.) and he squeezes my hands. “That’s amazing.” It’s so quiet and I blink for a second. “Thank you.” I get another tight hand squeeze and thank him before running into the hallway and crying. (*inhale* I’m okay, really.)

HUGE HUGE HUGE FUCKIN’ THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO DONATED MONEY TO GET ME THAT OP. I LOVE YOU ALL AND IF/WHEN I MEET YOU GUYS, HUGS ALL AROUND.

On to the auto. I showed him the tattoo again, quickly spat out, ”I know I showed it to you at the photo ops but...!”  and he drew a heart next to his name when he signed it. I got another “That’s amazing. Thank you so much.” and that friggin smile

I still don’t know if he knows the tattoo is his handwriting. I assume he could tell when he looked at it, especially for how long he looked at it. But *shrugs* maybe one day I’ll tell him.

While waiting for Misha’s op, I MET @HIGHONPASTRIES (whose tumblr is literally not working this weekend, just FYI)!!! There’s a selfie to prove it. Will be posted later.

Part Six: 

SNS

Jake introduces the band. First starts by demanding that we chant, “Bring Adam back,” over and over again. Chant quickly turns into, “Lou-den Swain.”

I didn’t know I needed a fuckin’ KAZOO. *cough cough* @torn-and-frayed @nichelle-my-belle-spn-con-blog (still waiting for the kazoo tip to make an appearance)

Rob Benedict sang half a song without a microphone. Don’t know why. It just wasn’t working. 

MATT COHEN WINKED AS HE RAN PAST ME Y’ALL. Camera was too slow to capture it but if anyone has that wink, good God send it this way, please.

Sam Smith popped out! Just to introduce Kim though - no singing. 

Kim Rhodes was so nervous and I just want to hug her and tell her she’s amazing. 

Briana was wearing LEATHER BOOTS UP TO HER HIPS. #YAAAASSSS

Gil McKinney. That fuckin’ man. Making me cry and shit, two days in a row. 

Drunk Matt Cohen is a thing of my dreams. 

Lots of guest appearances within the band. Chris on bass, Rich on bass, Adam from Creation on keys, Rich on guitar and the mic. Nobody takes Billy’s guitar from him though ;) 

Whipping Post sans Jensen. Still fuckin’ awesome. 

Fare Thee Well!!!! Rob prefaced it with a spoiler alert for those who haven’t seen the episode yet. *giggle*

Rob cried singing She Waits. Then said he loves us so much it’s unreal. This man is pure and good and needs to be protected at all costs. 

They played my faaave song. It’s called Amazing. 

Kazoo song. Also known as Medicated. Someone had an amplifier for their kazoo. Rob was very impressed. Cast members are getting better at the kazoo solo. Rob isn’t happy about it. “This isn’t as fun when you guys are gooood.” 

Questions? Comments? Anything? If you’re at the con, come find me and say hi! I’ll be in (or around) seat D25! :) 

TOMORROW I MEET JARED AND JENSEN Y’ALL THIS IS ITTTTT. *quietly crying bc tomorrow is the end*

*falls into bed and immediately starts snoring* P.S. Cons are exhausting in the best possible way.

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Mission: Woo Harry Potter

Prompt: The five times Draco Malfoy’s plans to woo Harry Potter are failed –or are they? – And the one that doesn’t. Not that he’s aware of his actions anyway.

So, wooing Harry Potter, should be simple, right? Yeah, no.

*

Eight years is starting in Hogwarts, many comes back to finish their study, except the Ravenclaw. The rumour that mills around is almost all Gryffindor comes back and right now, right in this second, Draco Malfoy is on the same compartment with The Golden Trio. Well, it’s just rumour, isn’t it? Just something to bring excitement as the Hogwarts Express move some hundreds miles per hour.

*

“Potter, Granger, Weasley.” He greets politely. “So to what do I owe the pleasure to be called into your compartment?” he asks, playing the nonchalant character. Weasley rolls his eyes.

“Git.” He mutters before looking out the window and pretends that Malfoy is not in the same compartment as his. Granger nods to him curtly, and Potter only looks at him expectantly. Draco is silent for a minute as he’s confused about the reason Harry Potter summoned him here earlier, but then does nothing. Oh! Yeah, of course he wants Draco to apologize, not that Draco wouldn’t do it. He had planned to approach the subject when he got the letter which invited him back to Hogwarts, might as well start now.

“So, yeah, I believe apologizes are in line.” He starts awkwardly, but he decides to just man up and takes a deep breath “Granger, I’m sorry for all that time I mocked the life out of you.” It turns out to be rather difficult to not gauge their expression, so he looks at Granger in her eyes as he sincerely means his next words. “I’m deeply sorry for that night inside the Manor, I apologize that my action –or the lack of one at that– cost you a burden that will not go away for your entire lifetime. And I apologize for my childish behavior throughout school where I expressed my opinion about your bloodline that indicates how much of a self-righteous git I am. It is not how a person supposed to see one self, and it is not how a man supposed to act in front of a lady. For all it’s worth, I don’t think I deserve any forgiveness from you.” He takes a deep breath before looking straight at Weasley. “Weasley, I apologize for both my father and I behavior toward your family. Money doesn’t get to judge people’s worth, and traitors are judge by their action, not whom they decide to befriend. Potter, I believe I have a lot to apologize to you, but I don’t know where to start and where to end. Just know that all the words I’ve thrown to you, all the actions that got you in trouble were just a part of jealousy, which I am no longer feeling. I didn’t understand it before the war, I do now, but I won’t apologize for that as I believe I’ll do it all over again for the rest of the year because some part of me still hate you deeply and some other part takes entertainment out of your reaction. So, for all it’s worth, I will apologize for what happened in six year.” He leaves it at that, asking the boy to figure it out by himself. He unlocks the door and gets out, but starts talking again before closing the door. “For all the right reason, I want to thank you for coming back and saving my life. I owe you.” With that, he closes the door and walks away, feeling strangely light and at ease, like all the burden on his shoulder has just vanished. The Golden Trio is staying still in shock silence, but Harry suddenly shakes his head and runs outside.

“Draco!” Harry yells Malfoy’s given name, which surprise almost everyone nearby, himself included. Draco looks back in surprise before catching whatever Harry has thrown his way. It’s a wrapped box. A present? Draco looks up fast enough to catch a glimpse of Harry’s smile before he’s back into the compartment. He unwrap the box, and open the lid. A wand. His wand. The piece of Hawthorne wood with dragon heartstring, which had defeated Voldemort in the last day of war. He smiles as he runs his fingers on the smooth wood, feeling the magic still calls to him. Thank you, Harry Potter.

*

Eight year is somehow fun for Draco. He loves his routine of focusing on his study for NEWT and being with the rest of Slytherin that join him –Pansy, Greg, and Blaise. His new acquaintance with the golden trio feels awkward, so he stirs away from their direction and the rest of Hogwarts student body. Zacharias Smith is not fun though. The sometimes kicks or hexes are also not fun. But a casually accidental slip of wrong ingredients towards Draco’s almost finished –and supposed to be perfect– potion is definitely not fun, especially when it will cause an explosion.

For some strange reason Hogwarts is hell bent on pairing Draco Malfoy with Harry Potter –Roommates, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts,  etc, etc. Of course, it helps their new awkward phase of more-than-acquaintance-but-less-than-friendship, but it also makes Harry the side targets of things that people do to Draco Malfoy, the Death Eater, well ex Death Eater, but people just don’t care sometimes. Right about now is a very good example. Harry was reading his potion books for the next step of their potion –Advance Dreamless Sleep, and Draco was cleaning their table when Smith suddenly passes their table and slips something inside the cauldron that looks scarily like dragon scales. Draco catches this from his peripheral vision, but his mind only needs less than a second to work out the most likely reaction inside the cauldron. He quickly pulls Harry down the table and shields his still shock body with him. The next second, their cauldron explode and the still scalding hot almost ready potion soaks Draco’s thin shirt as he always abandons his robe in potion. He bites his tongue before he can scream out in pain. Harry’s shock face registers the situation and turns to panic.

“It’s fine. It’s okay, Potter, there will be no dangerous reaction from the potion.” It is the sentence that comes out from Draco’s mouth before his body goes limp and he falls into Harry’s body. Strangely, he cannot stop panicking, at least until Madam Pomfrey assures him that there will be no side effect from the potion, it will not even leave a burnt scar. Only then Harry can get his mind straight and realizes that Draco Malfoy has just saved him from a scalding hot potion.

*

Before they all know it, Christmas has already come from their window. Draco stays in Hogwarts over Christmas as both of his parents are locked up in the place he has no desire of visiting, and the ministry takes his right for visiting the prisoner as one of his probation anyway. He had written a long letter for Mother and also sent her a Christmas present –a thin silver necklace with a dragon as its pendant, sending a piece that will connect her to him.

Sometimes Draco thinks seeing Harry almost everyday and being in the same room with him every night makes him a little bit braver. He believes that Gryffindor courage Harry always puts up rubs on him one way or another. And sometimes he uses that spark of bravery in his vein for things he’ll chicken out if he starts thinking, just like what he’s about to do. Harry, Granger, and Weasley are all celebrating Christmas in The Burrow, so he fastens the quite heavy package on his owl feet and let her fly to them.

It’s just the casual Christmas dinner inside The Burrow. Everyone is buzzing, either from the wine or the warmth of butterbeer. The atmosphere is very joyful and calm with the snow raining slowly outside and the chimney blazing heat with fire. Suddenly, a brown owl starts attacking the window, asking for a way in. Hermione is the one who notices and lets the bird in. It lands near the fire until it is free from the package it was sending, after that he flies back out from the window. It is quite a large package that bears the name of Hermione, Ron, and Harry. Expectantly, they all cast their own revealing spell, but it doesn’t have any trace of weird magic. Hermione is the first who decided that it is safe and open the package, which reveals a box with a card.

I hope you have a merry night. Happy Christmas. –Draco Malfoy.

*

Harry wakes up in the school hospital in late morning. Madam Pomfrey only rolls her eyes at him before prodding his body, checking for injuries.

“I would have thought you’ll stop coming in here after the war, Mr. Potter. Clearly, I’m mistaken. The curse that you took will be deadly if the shield hasn’t absorbed some of it damage.” She explains. He looks at her confusedly.

“Madam Pomfrey, I haven’t got the time to cast any Protego when the curse comes barreling towards my body.” He explains. She only smiles and looks at the table beside his bed. There stood a small box, a card, and on top of it the Hungarian Horntail –Draco’s Christmas present for Harry, is busily nipping its scale.

“That small dragon is charmed with a very heavy shielding charmed that will protect the owner. Keep that mini dragon close, Mr. Potter. I don’t want to see your dead body in the near future.” He’s stunned with her revelation and keeps looking at the dragon. The dragon only jumps into his shoulder and nips his earlobe softly. When Pomfrey is out of sight, Harry took the small box and the card.

Get well soon, Potter. –Draco Malfoy.

He opens the box to find a dozen of chocolate. Harry always wonders why Draco always looks so delighted when he was sent one of these boxes. Now he knows it contains chocolates. He nonchalantly takes the lion one before moaning out, as it was one of the best chocolate he has ever tasted. He will be glad to get in the way between spiteful duels again if this is what he will get. He takes the dragon one before moaning out again in delight.

*

The NEWTs are officially over, and somehow Harry finds himself in a one on one Seeker match with Draco Malfoy. Over the year they have somehow gotten closer as friend. Harry has mixed feelings about their departure, because tomorrow is their last day in Hogwarts, and he finds himself simply under the weather about the prospect of their friendship. He wants this to stay longer, much longer after Hogwarts, but he doesn’t understand whether he wants Draco as a friend or maybe something more –not that he over thought about this until he lost sleep, though. It just whenever Draco got inside the room that he’s in, he feels content that a smile automatically slips into his mouth. Whenever he caresses the Hungarian Horntail, his stomach soaks with something warm. Somehow he feels that Draco’s presence belongs in his life. Draco fills that tiny void that always feels empty in his life.

Right now the score is 4 to 0 out of five games. Just like always Draco can’t catches the Snitch faster than Harry, but this time he aims to wins the last game. Draco sees the snitch near one of the goal posts, and reacts less than a second before Harry sees it. They both zoom in toward the snitch. It flutters madly under the sun. Harry is beside Draco and both of their hands outstretched; body leans as low as their broom handle. Draco’s fingers catch the snitch first and don’t let go, he evades from Harry’s broom before they collide heavily. Draco feels ecstatic; he loops in the sky and kisses the snitch while yelling happily.

“Potter, look! I finally got the snitch from you!” He flies down towards Harry and balances his broom in front of the Gryffindor boy. “I beat you in catching the snitch!” He grins widely as he shows Harry the snitch. He looks like a five years old boy that got a broom as his birthday present. Blond hair glows under the sun, creating a halo above his head, eyes happily crinkling, and lips in wide grin that shows all his perfect teeth. Harry has never seen him happier than this. Happy Draco looks so pure that Harry doesn’t want him to lose that expression ever again.

“I already win 4 to 1, Draco.” Harry grins.

“That’s alright; I still catch the snitch faster than you for once in my life.” Draco simply smiles softly, his eyes becomes a bit… sad? But he masks it again with a grin. “Come on, dinner starts in 20, I’m starving!” he says as he walks towards the Eight Year common room. Harry follows him with a decision in his heart as they walk side by side in ease.

*

It’s the third week after school finished when someone suddenly knocks The Malfoy Manor at 9 in the morning. Draco is putting marmalade on his toast when he hears his mother sharp intake of breath. He immediately comes out of the kitchen only to find Harry Potter in front of the Manor’s door. Well, strangely he looks nice –like he actually made the effort to clean up this morning- and he brings flowers?

“Mr. Harry Potter?” Mother finally asks.

“Good morning, Mrs. Malfoy.” He smiles widely. Um? Did I miss anything here?

“Um… Narcissa, please. And, uh, please come in, we’re just starting breakfast.” He steps inside and gives the flower to Mother.

“This is for you, and I’m sorry but I have eaten already.” Right now, Mother has already composed her posture to give out the old Malfoy aura.

“So, what brings you here, Mr. Potter?” I just freeze in the corner of the room as he smiles shyly at the floor, a blush creeping up his neck, before he looks at Mother in the eyes.

“I’m here to ask whether Draco can go out with me?” Mother raises her eyebrow at me.

“Draco, you didn’t tell me you have a date today…” she chastises me.

“I didn’t know?” it comes out as a question.

“Well, move and get changed, dear. It is rude to make Mr. Potter wait any longer.” With that, I get going in a confused daze, but I catch his response to Mother’s comment before I reach the stair.

“By all means, take your time, Draco!” he smiles at me weirdly. “It is okay Mrs. Malfoy, I believe I owe him my time as he wait for me all this time. Your son has finally succeeded in wooing me.” They laugh like old friends.

“You make him wait quite long, Mr. Potter, because I believe he hasn’t stopped waiting since first grade. Thank Salazar, you’re here now.” I catch the fond tone on her voice before I close my door.

Merlin, Salazar, and Morgana, me? Trying to woo Harry Potter? Yeah, he definitely had lost his mind.

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England reach Cricket World Cup final with thrashing of Australia

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England reach Cricket World Cup final with thrashing of Australia

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Highlights: England reach World Cup final

ICC Men’s Cricket World Cup, Edgbaston Australia 223 all out (49 overs):Smith 85, Woakes 3-20, Rashid 3-54 England 226-2 (32.1 overs):Roy 85, Root 49*, Morgan 45* England won by eight wickets Scorecard

England surged into their first World Cup final for 27 years with a sensational eight-wicket demolition of Australia at Edgbaston.

The hosts will have the chance to lift the trophy for the first time when they meet New Zealand at Lord’s on Sunday.

A first win in a World Cup knockout match since 1992 was secured over the defending champions on a day that will live long in the memory, justifiably alongside anything from the 2005 Ashes or the 2010-11 tour of Australia.

It was built on a riotous opening seven overs, when Australia were reduced to 14-3 by the new-ball brilliance of Chris Woakes and Jofra Archer.

Steve Smith, so often England’s nemesis, held Australia together with 85, helping them to a total of 223 that at least gave them something to bowl at.

But home nerves over the menacing presence of Mitchell Starc were allayed by a prolific opening partnership between Jason Roy and Jonny Bairstow, who added 124 for the first wicket.

Roy crashed 85 before Joe Root and Eoin Morgan took England to their target with 17.5 overs to spare.

The ease of England’s progression to the final was such a contrast to the group-stage defeat by Australia that left them on the brink of elimination.

Since then they have beaten India, New Zealand and turned in this, their best performance of the tournament to date.

They will start the final, which will be shown as free-to-air on Channel 4, as firm favourites to be crowned world champions.

Reaching final beyond belief – England captain Morgan

‘Souped-up, fire-breathing, chest-beating England can go all the way’

TMS podcast: Is cricket coming home?

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Roy smashes Smith for three sixes in a row

England revel in Edgbaston party

Until Saturday’s final round of group games, England were set to play India in this match.

Although they would never admit it, the opportunity to play their oldest enemies at a ground where Australia have no win of any kind since 2001 and England had won their previous 10 matches was absolutely perfect.

The toss seemed like a huge boost for Aaron Finch’s men – batting first has been a big advantage in the tournament – but that was to discount the carnage that would follow.

Edgbaston exploded with noise as Finch, David Warner and Peter Handscomb were removed, cheers that were matched in volume by the boos for Warner and Smith.

Although Smith ensured what the crowd knew could have been a tricky chase – they cheered as Roy defended Starc’s first over – Roy injected belief with an outrageous flick for six off the left-armer.

As it became clearer that England were strolling, the party moved through the gears.

Starc was serenaded with the song that tortured Mitchell Johnson, and the Hollies Stand howled as Smith was launched for three consecutive sixes by Roy.

By the end, as the rain fell, the whole of Edgbaston was telling the world that cricket is coming home.

Hamilton unhappy British GP clashes with Cricket World Cup final and Wimbledon

England are the benchmark – Finch

Relive the best clips and reaction to England’s victory

Magnificent England peaking at the right time

This was a complete display by England, who were magnificent with the ball, sharp in the field and dominant with the bat.

Woakes (3-20) and Archer (2-32) nipped the new ball around on a full length. Archer trapped Finch lbw with his first ball, Woakes got one to climb that Warner fended to first slip, then bowled Handscomb through the gate.

Archer also left Alex Carey needing stitches from a blow to the chin, but the left-hander recovered to make 46 in a stand of 103 with Smith.

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‘I’ve never seen that before!’ – Archer bouncer knocks Carey’s helmet off

At 117-3, the game was delicately poised, before Carey needlessly holed out off Adil Rashid, who removed Marcus Stoinis in the same over and later had Pat Cummins caught at slip in a lovely spell of 3-54.

Smith remained through it all, only to be run out by wicketkeeper Jos Buttler’s direct hit that somehow went between the batsman’s legs – an action symptomatic of a day when everything went right for England.

After the dangerous Starc’s early overs were negotiated, Roy cut loose with fearsome power – the third of his sixes off Smith was a monstrous hit into the top tier of the stand.

Although Bairstow was trapped leg before by Starc for 34 and an angry Roy was wrongly adjudged to have hooked Pat Cummins behind, Root and Morgan were untroubled in an unbroken stand of 79.

After the match, Roy was fined 30% of his match fee and given two demerit points for showing dissent at his dismissal.

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‘I’m sorry Jason, the review has been used’ – Roy angry after being given out incorrectly

Australia blown away

Given their team for this tournament only really came together at the last minute, it is to Australia’s credit that they made the semi-finals with such ease.

But here they were ambushed by England and now must regroup before the Ashes begin on this ground on 1 August.

As his team-mates crumbled around him, Smith stood tall, blocking out the abuse to accumulate with his trademark fidgety efficiency.

Indeed, had Carey hung around, England’s task could have been difficult but, after he departed, wickets fell with regularity.

When Smith was beaten by Buttler’s throw to become the eighth man out, he shook his head all the way to the pavilion, unable to conceal his disappointment.

To stand any chance, Australia needed early wickets and when they failed to materialise, they were powerless to prevent Roy’s awesome hitting.

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Megs! Smith run out through his legs

‘I’m speechless, it was an incredible performance’

England captain Eoin Morgan:“This final is a huge opportunity for us.

“Looking back to where we were in 2015 compared to now it’s such a dramatic improvement and everyone in the dressing room deserves a huge amount of credit.

“Making the most of it would be brilliant but getting to the final alone is awesome.”

Man of the match Chris Woakes, who took 3-20 in eight overs:“I’m pretty speechless. It was an incredible performance from the whole team.

“It started with the bowling performance and then the way they knocked that off was outstanding.

“There were some nerves around this morning but that’s natural going into a semi-final.

“The way we produced the goods just showed how good we are and where we are at as a team.”

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Australia 14-3 as England make dream start

Former England captain Alastair Cook on Test Match Special:“I can’t believe I have just watched that.

“You always think there will be a twist in the tail but there was no twist. England were so good.”

Ex-England captain Michael Vaughan on TMS:“England are so big and strong, they might do this to New Zealand on Sunday.”

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Archer dismisses Finch for a golden duck

Australia captain Aaron Finch:“We were totally outplayed today. The way they set the tone with the ball in those first 10 overs was a huge part in the game.

“You always want to win the trophy but there have been a lot of positives

“A lot of hard work has gone in from a lot of people. I’m proud of how the group has progressed but this still hurts.”

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Costa Blanca South Bowls Roundup

COUNTRY BOWLS CLUB On Friday morning it came down to the last game of the season with Country Bowls Cubs holding onto 5th position by 1 point against the Roundheads, so everything was to play for. The Cubs welcomed San Luis Pumas and were motivated to score as many points as possible and they did not disappoint. With 4 out of 5 rinks winning and the overall shots were a positive difference to the cubs of 44, can they hold onto 5th place? The newly formed cubs have excelled in their first year at competitive bowling and deserve every success. Winning rinks were Sandra McIlroy, John Burke & John Mallet, Chris Stevens, Craig Dyson & Andrew Bryce, Dave Smith, Dot Davies & Niel West and finally Sheena Mallet, Derek Lewis and Peter Robins. Great result Cubs. Country Bowls Geckos were away for their last match of the season in  the afternoon against Quesada Swans. From the off the Geckos took command with a real determination to finish the season on a high with another good win.  A couple of the rinks were very close at the halfway mark and in the second half one rink was nip and tuck to the very end. By the 18th end the Geckos had their wish and were well up on all but one rink which was 3 shots up going into the last end, but unfortunately managed to drop 4 shots losing them the game by one shot. The victors were: Viv Brown, Pat Ray, Brian Ray, 20-12; John Jukes, Graham Richardson, Wayne Osguthorpe, 24-10; Carole Donnellan, Les Turner, Den Birkett, 18-13;  Really bad  luck to Sylvia Rennie, Jean Turner & Jim Rennie who have been so successful all season to lose by just one shot on the last end.  Well done the Geckos. For more information on Country Bowls please visit the website www.countrybowlsmurcia.com tel 966191552 or email grahamandjo7@gmail.com EL RANCHO BOWLS CLUB Monday morning the Palominos entertained Greenlands Chestnuts and played well to take 3 rinks and the overall shots, with a wind that was tricky to say the least. A good result for the Palominos. The Raiders were at Vistabella playing the Buggies and met some strong opposition, though coming away without a point. Sometimes the opposition is just too strong. Meanwhile the Pintos were at Mazarron playing the Miners, the stiff breeze making playing a mat with a reduction from 8 rinks to 7, just a little difficult, never seems to work well to me. But as always the company was good and we enjoyed the day, though alas we came away with just one point. Friday found the Rangers playing host to La Marina Merlins, playing well and ending with 3 rinks and the overall shots by just the one, a good result showing that the extra moment of concentration can bring you the extra 2 points. Meanwhile the Mustangs were at Greenlands against the Oaks and put in a good effort and particularly perseverance in the case of John Skipper’s trip, getting used to the rink until 15-1 down, then coming back to win 17-16. The Mustangs came away with 2 rinks, a very good away result. We should at the end of the season thank the team captains for their sterling efforts. In the afternoon the Broncos were at home to La Manga Crusaders and had a great day, taking full advantage of the home mat by taking all the available points. Val Ryder, Sheila Cox and Mike Cox 18-17. Emma Walsh, Ann C Taylor and Keith Longshaw 25-10. Maria Wilkinson, Liam Foley and Rob Clark 33-10. Gill Bartlett, Marion Haynes and Dave Haynes 22-5. Brian Yates, Pam Harris and Brian Harris 27-11. For further membership information contact Sheila Cox at micksheilacox@gmail.com or Brian Taylor on 965077093 or at elranchobowlsclub@gmail.com EMERALD ISLE BOWLS CLUB BY ELWYN MORRIS Sunday saw Irelands weekend of woe continue, after Wales beat them (sorry) the Emerald Isle beat Ireland in the annual St Patricks Days game at the Isle 95-93 to take back the trophy, well done to all that took part in the usual good spirit. Monday saw the Titans playing San Miguel Alsatians, and they won 8-4 aggregate 95-81, winners were M Riley C Smyth J Smyth 26-15, R White M Veale G Odell 16-14, S Kavanagh G Shoots B Kavanagh 23-13 Neptunes travelled to Horadada Falcons and had a great 10-2, aggregate 93-62, winners were C Ayling B Eldred   P Heaney 25-6, R Adams B Doran D Donovan 19-13,  ,E Morris C Parsons A Malcolm 19-13, M Malcolm S Wickens H Rhodes 18-14 Moonrakers were at home against San Miguel Dalmatians and slipped to a 2-10 aggregate defeat, winners I Hughes M Breen P Dix 15-13 Saturns played at San Luis Romulans and lost narrowly 5-7, aggregate 69-85. The winners were B Taylor T Roche T Upham 20-15, K John R Andrews E Shepperd 16-14, E Brookes J Gregory J Mulloy drew 13-13 Tuesday saw the Final of the Premier 20 KO played home/away against San Luis. The overall score was 6-10 aggregate of 128-129 to San Luis. Home winners P Coffey 21-15, L Freeman T Dix G Ponsford, P Dix 24-9. Away winners D Jones C Smyth J Smyth 24-15 Emerald Isle were at home against La Marina in the Winter league on Wed and had a good 10-2 aggregate 99-61  win, winners were D Jones J Mulloy M Breen D Gerrard  30-12, M Riley  C Smyth M Odell C Lindgren 22-4, S Kavanagh T Dix P Dix B Kavanagh 22-10, S Johnson S Watson H Rhodes P Coffey 16-11 Cavaliers played San Luis Tigers and were beaten 2-10, aggregate 78-91, winners D Jones D Leeming C Lindgren 19-16 Claymores travelled to play at La Marina Ospreys and they lost 2-10 aggregate 63-95, winners M Malcolm S Wickens H Rhodes 14-10 Outlaws played Greenlands Cedars and slipped to a 5-7 aggregate 76-77. L Burns M Breen P Dix 27-12, D Close G Dyer G Ponsford  13-12, I Hughes T Capewell P Willicott drew 12-12 Roundheads played against Vistabella Swingers and they slipped to a 4-8 aggregate 74-85 winners were A Miles F Thomas T Upham 21-15, R Fooks T Roche 16-15 GREENLANDS BOWLS CLUB WITH DAVE WEBB In the discovery Division, the Maples were away to La Marina Pathfinders, quite a cold day with a stiff wind. A very close game played throughout meant it was down to the wire before you could call the game. Final score was, shots 78 - 74. Points, 8 - 4. Best winning rink was A Toozer, C Dewar, skip. R Lee. 19 - 14. With one match left to play, we cannot be caught so this result will ensure we go up next season, so congratulations are in order to all members of the team, well done. Meanwhile our other team the Sycamores, were at home to Monte MarToreadors. Final score was, shots 82 - 77. Points 7 - 5. Best winning rink was Z Wilcock, R Stansfield, skip T Hill. 25 - 6. In the Winter league we travelled up to Benitachell Bowls Club, The weather was not on our side for most of the game but we soldiered on. Final score was shots 72 - 93. Points - 4 - 8. Best winning rink was B Tomlin, J Giddings, J Wilcock, skip B Collins. 16 - 15. In Division A the Maples were at home for their final match against El Rancho Mustangs. After a friendly but competitive game, the result was as follows.. Shots 93 - 64, Points, 8 - 4, best winning rink was A Toozer, L Rudge, skip C Dewar. 23 - 9. The Elms meanwhile were away to La Siesta Silvers, final score was Shots 80 - 69. Points 6 - 6. Best winning rink was D Watt, C Stobbart, skip G Watt. 25 - 11. In Division C the Southern League, the Cedars were away to Emerald Isle Outlaws. final scores on the doors were - shots 77 - 76. Points 7 - 5. Best winning rink was L Morris, V Duchart, skip T Hill.20 - 11. This result ensures two of our teams have been promoted so well done to the Maples and Cedars. For all inquiries please contact Chris Dewar on 698418987 or visit our website at www.greenlands-bowls.wixsite.com/greenlandsbowlsclub. LA MARINA BOWLS WITH CHRIS BOULD Monday 18- 03 - 19. The Pathfinders were at home to Greenland Maples. Points were 4 for and 8 against. Shots for 74 and against 78. The two winning rinks were Jean Tregoing, Garth Slater, John Withers 17 - 16; and Reg Jackson, Dave McGaw, Terry Perchard 15 - 12. All other rinks were very close but didn’t quite make it. The Explorers we’re away to San Luis Klingons. Points for 2 and against 10. Shots 62 for and 89 against. The only winning rink was Janet Parsons, Jean and Don Fowkes 18 - 11. Wednesday 20 - 03  - 19. The Winter league played Emerald Isle. The points were 2 for and 10 against.shots were 61 for and 99 against. The only winning rink was that of Janet Parsons, Jean Fowkes, Peter Parsons and Don Fowkes 24 - 9. Friday 22 - 03 - 19. The Ospreys we’re at home to La Siesta Blues. Points were 10 for and 2 against. Shots were 96 for and 66 against. The best winning rink was Janet Parsons, Jean and Don Fowkes 26 - 11. The Merlin’s were also at home, afternoon, to El Rancho Rangers. Points were for 4 and against 8.  Shots were very close, 75 for and 76 against. Best winning rink was Jean Tregoing, Bernie Carr and John Morgan 22 - 10. Last weekend we had  two teams playing in Mojacar at the Indalo bowls club 4 day event 422 competition. The team of John and Lorita Rae and Mike and Carol Smith won the top prize. Well done to both teams. A good time had by all. That’s all folks! LA SIESTA BOWLS CLUB BY ROD EDGERTON For information about joining visit our website at : The La Siesta Bowls Club - Google Sites On  Monday in the Voyager Division the Apolloss played against San Miguel Beagles in a match that finished up with both teams getting a 6-6 draw  with the Apollos taking the shots by 79 to 67.Dawn and John Taylor with Brian Harman with a 34 shots to 5 win producing much to get this result. In the Voyager Division Sputniks had a bye this week whilst the Pioneers played San MiguelPointers and lost the match by 94 shots to 72 with the winning rink coming from Doug and Fay Beattie with Norman Adcroft with a 19 shots to 13 win. In the Winter League  La Siesta took the trip to Javea with several of the regular squad unavailable and despite not winning any rinks and going down by 113 shots to 68 it gave the club the ability to blood some fresh faces in to the team.  In Division A Blues finished their season away at QuesadaSwallowslosing the match by 91 shots to 94 winning on the rink of Dave Davies, Harold Charleton and Irene Mangan by 34 shots to 8 picking up 2 points leaving the Blues to finish 10th out of 12 teams in the Division. In Division B  Golds at home to Quesada Swifts lost the shots by 77 to 83 but won on the rinks of Bill & Sue Jordan with Pat Moore 25-15, Doug Beattie with Fay Beattie and Ros Stockell 22-18 and Barbara Cooper with Vic Mahomet 18- 16 sharing the points 6 apiece to finish 5th in the table. In Division C  Silvers at home to Greenland Elms won the overall shots by 80-69 with wins from Hilary Clarke with Wendy and Alan Ralph 34-5 and Kathleen amd Noel Morrisoe with Joe Kocsis 25 -11 sharing the points 6 apiece to finish 9th in the table.Leader Final Results 22nd Mar 19 MONTE MAR BOWLS AND SOCIAL CLUB Sponsored by The Pub, Bowling Abroad, Avalon, Lounge D, Rogers, La Piazza and The Belfry. TOREADORS Monday 18th March Monte Mar Toreadors v Greenlands Sycamores Away at Greenlands on quite cold March morning the Toreadors had good result. Winning on two rinks and drawing on one. Well done to the winning rinks of Sheila Roberts, Diane Horsington skip Mick Soars. Shots Toreadors 77 – 82 Sycamores. Points Toreadors 5 – 7 Sycamores. MATADORS Monte Mar Matadors v San Luis Treckers A tough game against the Treckers the Matadors only managed to win on one rink. Well done to the winning rink of Harry Dobson, Ronnie Cairns skip Dave Melville 17 – 14. Shots Matadors 77 – 100 Trechers. Points Matadors 3 – 9 Treckers. WINTER LEAGUE Wednesday 20th March Monte Mar v San Luis Monte Mar played host to San Luis in the winter league today, weather could have been better and so could the bowls. We won on one rink and drew on another. Well done to Sheila Roberts, June Young, Pauline Woodfine skip Barrie Woodfine on a very good win 21 – 7 and Harry Dobson, Tanya Oliver, Rod Chamberlain skip Phil Goble drawing 13 – 13. then over to the Belfry for a lovely meal and a drink, great afternoon had by all. Shots Monte Mar 58 – 87 San Luis. Points Monte Mar 3 – 9. For further information about Monte Mar Bowls and Social Club check out our website  www.montemarbowls.com or email us at info@montemarbowls.com. We are also on Facebook SAN LUIS BOWLS CLUB REPORT 22.03.19. Some really great news this week with SAN LUIS WINNING TEAMS: FED 4’s League: SL OSPREYS, are Division A WINNERS, SA League, Enterprise Division Monday 18th Klingons v LM Explorers, good result; 10pts-2, 89shots-62. Winners: Colin Jackson, June & Keith Jones 21-4, William Holtham, Sabrina & Russell Marks 20-14, Bob White, Janet & Peter McEneany 18-15, Giuseppe Galelli, Ann Holland, Ray Pollock 19-11. SL KLINGONS are A Division WINNERS. Trekkers, good result away v MM Matadors, shots100-77, 9pts-3. Winners: Allen Bowen, Marina Beardsall, Brian Pocock 24-17, Kevin McKenna, Bill Webb, Barry Edwards 16-16, Ros Holmes, Jan Pocock, Suzi Cooper 20-12, Judy Carroll, Jo & Jules Pering 26-15. Vulcans v CB Flamingos, 2-10, shots 60-81. Winners: Pat Tilley, Chris Jackson, Bob Bromley 15-10. Romulans v EI Saturns, 7 useful points-5, 85shots-69. Winners: Robert Hicks, Mary Fromson, Lyndon Johnson 21-13, Chris Phillips, Allan Lever, Ralph Jones 13-13, Chris Lythe, Pat Barnes, Tom Fromson 22-7. Tuesday 19th PREMIER 20 KNOCK OUT COMPETITION FINAL v Emerald Isle; an incredibly close match to the last shot. Home team winners: Colin Jackson 21-9, Jan & Brian Pocock 16-15, Ann Holland, Pam Lockett, Giuseppe Galelli, Scott Malden 20-10. Away team winners: June & Keith Jones 15-12, Kath Reid, Jo & Jules Pering 18-13. Overall: 10pts-6, 129 shots-128. Wednesday 20th Winter League: v Montemar, good result 9-3, 87shots-58. Winners: Pam Lockett, June Jones, Peter McEneany, Keith Jones 19-9, Kath Reid, Giuseppe Galelli, Neil Morrison, Ian Kenyon 31-4, Ann Holland, Ray Pollock, Jo & Jules Pering 13-13, Bill Webb, Keith Phillips, Ray Clarke, Scott Malden 17-11. Southern League: Friday 15th Lions v VB Lanzadores, 8-4, 77shots-71. Winners: Colin Jackson, June & Keith Jones 16-15, Kath Reid, Pam Lockett, Ian Kenyon 18-9, Margaret Morrison, Keith Phillips, Neil Morrison 17-15. Tigers great result v EI Cavaliers, 91shots-78, 10pts-2. Winners: Judy Carroll, Marina Beardsall, Barry Roseveare 21-17, Helen Hammond, Peter Fuller, Scott Malden 19-15, Allen Bowen, Mags Haines, Brian Pocock 18-17, Jan Pocock, Les Bedford, Suzi Cooper 17-10. Leopards v MM Toreadors, good result: 8pts-4, 102shots-81. Winners: Ray Watmough, Dave Tilley, Drew Russell 21-14, Dennis Jackson, Margaret Clarke, Sue Ross 24-9, Audrey Ford, Steve Rossiter, Bob Bromley 27-21. Pumas: v CB Cubs 2-10, 68shots-112. Winners: Robert Hicks, Mary Fromson, Lyndon Johnson 28-7. SLBC website: www.sanluisbowls.byethost7.com We welcome new & experienced bowlers, come along & see us, or contact June Jones, Club Captain: 691903773. Sheila Cammack SAN MIGUEL BOWLS CLUB  - BARRY JONES San Miguel Dalmatians were away this week to Emerald Isle Moonraker, winning 10 - 2 (95 shots to 62), the best winning triple were Jack Jackson, Bob Graham and Bob Donnelly, 29 - 8. San Miguel Alsatians were also away to Emerald Isle Titans losing 4 - 8 (821 shots to 95), the best winning triples were Marilyn Shatwell, Gerald Shatwell and Mike Douglas 25 - 17. San Miguel Pointers were home to La Siesta Pioneers winning 10 - 2 (94 shots to 72), the best winning triple were Anne Young, Pat Staden and John Staden 24 - 20. Finally San Miguel Beagles were home to La Siesta Apollos drawing 6 - 6, (67 shots to 78), there were two winning triples; Noel Davies, Gail Willshire and Fred Willshire 22 -10, also Don Whitney, Dave Johnson and Steve Cantley 26 - 14. On Friday San Miguel boxers were home to Montemar Matadors drawing 6 -6  (72 shots to 67) the best winning triple were Paul Cutting, Barry Jones and Bob Donnelly 24 - 5. San Miguel Bulldogs were away to Vistabella Picadors winning 10 - 2 (100 shots to 67) the best winning triple were Alan Booth Ken Hope and Mike Douglas 35 - 13. A reminder that the Wasps sessions take place Wednesdays 1:30 for 2:00 - €5 for an afternoon’s bowling with shoes and woods available to borrow. Due to the popularity of the Wasps, first time bowlers are asked to attend an initial coaching session on Tuesday afternoons, starting at 1:45. For further information on San Miguel Bowls Club please contact the President Stuart Hemmings on 965720461, or the Secretary Gail Willshire on 965020492. VISTABELLA BOWLS SPONSORED BY TV. CHOICE & VENTURE FLEET WITH LYNNE BISHOP SAL LEAGUES. The penultimate week for everyone so how did they all fare, our Enterprise side the Albatrosses didn’t do too badly, away to the Quesada Diamonds, both sides won on two rinks and drew the other, the Diamonds won the long game...just. VB 83(5) - 85(7) Q. The Drivers were also away at Quesada against the Pearls, they too won on two rinks but lost on three. VB 71(4) - 86(8) Q. Discovery league Eagles took on another Quesada side ..the Rubies and beat them on all rinks..a great home win, just brilliant! VB 106(12) - 65(0) Q. The Voyager league Buggies, not only took all the points from their home game against El Rancho ..they have also won the division and with a game to spare, well done you beautiful Buggies...’that’s the way to do it!’ VB 132 (12) - 46(0) ER. WINTER LEAGUE. A trip to Bonalba this week, the weather caught us out but not the opposition, wins on four rinks another drawn and a good win for our Berleen team too. Shots VB 104(11) - 63(1) B. SOUTHERN LEAGUE Div A. The final week saw the Lanzadores at home to San Luis Lions, the Lions took wins on three rinks but the overall outcome couldn’t be changed, the Lanzadores have won the league and they go head to head with BBC at MonteMar on Monday 1st April for the North - South playoff...win or loose everyone in the squad are champions allready, a great performance everyone! The Picadors were home to the San Miguel Bulldogs winning on just the one rink. Shots, VB 67(2) - 100(10) SM. Div C Swingers away playing the Emerald Isle Roundheads finished their campaign with a win. Three winning rinks plus the long game. Second to the Greenlands Cedars in the division shows they have had a great season. Shots, VB 85(8) - 74(4) EI.

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Hut, Hut, Price Hike! Does Hosting a Super Bowl Have a Super Impact on Home Sales?

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Super Bowls are far more than just epic sporting events. They’re also unrivaled career makers (perma-MVP quarterback Tom Brady!) and breakers (sorry, nip-slip victim Janet Jackson). They launch ad campaigns into terrifying global ubiquity (Wassup!). They prompt the consumption of millions of pizzas, billions of chicken wings, and untold gallons of ranch dip.

But what’s the true worth of the Super Bowl for the metro hosting the extravaganza? NFL officials like to brag that their little gridiron contest brings in hundreds of millions in local tourism and retail business. It’s akin to a weeklong, megabudget city commercial, complete with swooping aerial shots and tons of celebrity cameos. But does any of that commerce and national attention translate into higher long-term housing sales?

When the first-down marker dust finally settles, what is the true real estate Super Bowl bump each year?

Experts debate the impact. “There’s no doubt you can rent your apartment for a nice chunk of change for one weekend [for the Super Bowl],” says Victor Matheson, a professor at the College of the Holy Cross in Worcester, MA, who studies the economic impact of sporting events. “But is that enough to move real estate prices?”

The clutch realtor.com® data team took the field to find out. We focused on the locations of the last five Super Bowls (XLVII through LI, for those of you keeping track at home). To gauge buyer interest, we compared how many people viewed realtor.com home listings in the host metros, from the month prior to the game to the month it was played. We analyzed the number of new home listings, comparing the total number of listings in the November and December prior to the game to January and February (the month of the game). Finally, we looked at the number of home sales and the median list price changes in the 12 months following the big game.

Turns out, near the downtowns and stadiums, there’s a lot of action—and we’re not talking about tailgating. Every city we examined experienced at least a 50% jump in the number of new home listings near the stadium leading up to the Super Bowl. But the longer-term impact varied widely, favoring lower-tier places like New Orleans and Glendale, AZ, which have attractive markets for second (or third) homes. There was way less of an effect on the already skyrocketing markets in New York and Silicon Valley.

So let’s take a slant route down memory lane to check out recent Super Bowls. Some were spectacular, some were Super Snores™. But all had an impact on local housing.

Hike!

2018: Minneapolis, MN

Current median home price in stadium’s ZIP code: $572,000

U.S. Bank Stadium in Minneapolis

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Even before U.S. Bank Stadium opened in 2016, the neighborhood around the stadium, referred to as East Town, was being flooded with new development.

Just about everyone in this resurgent town was wishin’ and hopin’ and thinkin’ and prayin’ for their beloved Vikings to make history this year, as the first team to play a Super Bowl in its home stadium. Alas, the Vikes were vanquished by the Philadelphia Eagles, who will now do their best to unseat the scarily robotic New England Patriots in this year’s showdown. Regardless of local disappointment, the Minneapolis rental and hotel industry is getting a big boost.  All those Eagles fans and No. 12 jersey owners need a place to stay, after all, and plenty are shelling out big. Take this swanky mansion, listed for $10,000 per night on Airbnb.

“I live fairly close to the stadium, so I’ve raised my prices for that room seven times higher,” says Kevin Han, a Minneapolis-based lawyer. He normally rents a room in his home on Airbnb for $50 per night, but listed it for $350 per night the weekend of the Super Bowl, with a three-night minimum.

Minneapolis isn’t really a vacation destination, though, so home sellers aren’t expecting to net many buyers from out of town. Local real estate agents say sellers aren’t sure if they should list before the Super Bowl, and perhaps wait until things die down to list.

Minneapolis worked hard to get the Super Bowl, erecting a new $975 million stadium. But will it have a lasting impact? “A Super Bowl in Minneapolis is almost certainly a one-off event,” Matheson believes. “A Super Bowl isn’t ultimately going to move the market very much.”

During the NFC Championships, when the Minnesota Vikings played, real estate broker Geoff Bray held an open house that was attended by only four people. About 50 had come through the previous day.

If the Vikings had beat the Eagles to make it to the Big Show, “the entire state would have shut down to celebrate,” says Bray, of Engel & Völkers Minneapolis. “That weekend would have been devastatingly slow for real estate.”

2017: Houston, TX

Current median home price in stadium’s ZIP code: $150,000 Percentage change since the Super Bowl: -18%

Super Bowl LI

Tony Frenzel

Houston experienced tragedy in 2017, when Hurricane Ike cut a swath through the city in October. On an infinitely less consequential note, it saw a different kind of disaster earlier in the year, when the Super Bowl was played 6 miles south of downtown, at NRG Stadium, home to the Houston Texans.

Atlanta Falcons quarterback Matt Ryan got the nickname “Matty Ice” for his tendency to pull out wins at the end of games. But after getting out to a 28-to-3 lead over the New England Patriots, he melted into an oily puddle in the fourth quarter, and the game finished with Pats QB Tom Brady holding up his fifth Vince Lombardi Trophy.

But there was nothing frozen about Houston’s housing market at first. In January and February 2017, the number of home listings in the metro area jumped 30%, including a 52% jump in the ZIP code that is home to NRG Stadium, where the game was held. In fact, four of the five ZIP codes in Houston that saw the biggest new listing increases were within 8 miles of the Super Bowl venue.

Although the number of home sales actually wound up dropping for the year—thanks to the hurricane and its aftermath—condos attracted more interest. In the weeks leading up to the Super Bowl, there were out-of-town buyers purchasing $100,000 to $200,000 condos in cash, according to real estate broker Brooks Ballard of Engel & Völkers. They were convinced it was more cost-effective to buy than to pay $10,000 for a weeklong rental. Some of those buyers turned around to resell, and others are hanging on to the property as an investment.

Airbnb reported a big jump in rentals leading up to the Super Bowl. In fact, 50% of Airbnb listings in Houston were from first-time Airbnb hosts.

“Houston saw a dramatic increase in the demand for luxury rentals in the lead-up to last year’s Super Bowl,” says Allen Shayanfekr, CEO and co-founder of Sharestates, a New York-based real estate investment business.

2016: Santa Clara, CA

Current median home price in stadium’s ZIP code: $986,600 Percentage change since the Super Bowl: +3%

Super Bowl 50

Tony Frenzel

Super Bowl 50 featured one of the game’s all-time great quarterbacks, matched up against the league’s fastest rising star. The high-flying duel between the Denver Broncos’ Peyton Manning and the Carolina Panthers’ Cam Newton promised plenty of fireworks, and locals expected the housing market, particularly short-term home rentals, to blow up as well.

The game was played in the $1.2 billion Levi’s Stadium, which opened in 2014 as the new home of the San Francisco 49ers, replacing historic Candlestick Park. The 68,500-seat stadium is in Santa Clara, in the heart of Silicon Valley, more than 40 miles from San Francisco.

Rental demand turned out to be three times higher for the Super Bowl in Santa Clara than in the previous year in Glendale, according to Airbnb. But even so, people’s expectations in this already inflated market were hard to meet.

“People not even close to the stadium thought they could get two or three months’ worth of rent for a single week,” says Rick Smith, real estate broker at Windermere Real Estate in Santa Clara. “It didn’t happen, and many were disappointed.”

Smith says rentals in San Francisco fared much better, probably because that’s where most of the pre-Super Bowl festivities took place.

Aside from rentals, Santa Clara didn’t see a big housing boost. In fact, total realtor.com page views in the area were down 16%, and sales fell 4% in the following year. However, there was 13% uptick in page views in the ZIP code containing Levi Stadium.

But Silicon Valley’s superhigh prices didn’t appeal much to folks just passing through—the median list price in the San Jose metro area, which includes Santa Clara, was $912,000 in February 2016. (Today, it’s $1.1 million.)

2015: Glendale, AZ (outside Phoenix)

Current median home price in stadium’s ZIP code: $310,000 Percentage change since the Super Bowl: +24%

Super Bowl XLIX

Tony Frenzel

Super Bowl XLIX is considered one of the greats. The New England Patriots rallied to take the lead. In response, Seahawks quarterback Russell Wilson took the team to the Patriots’ 1-yard line with 26 seconds left in the game. So close! But then Wilson threw a game-ending interception, and so Brady added a fourth ring to his collection. (D’oh!)

But Phoenix didn’t just host a terrific Super Bowl. It was also among the housing markets that got the biggest boost from the event.

The game was played at the University of Phoenix Stadium, home to the Arizona Cardinals, located 13 miles out of downtown Phoenix. New home listings in the Phoenix metro jumped 31% in January and February of 2015, compared to 22% nationally. The ZIP code where the stadium is located saw new home listings jump 100% in that period.

“I had around 10 sellers who wanted to get listed before the Super Bowl, because they knew there was going to be an extraordinary amount of extra exposure,” says Kristy Ryan, a real estate agent at RE/MAX Fine Properties in Phoenix.

Phoenix has a large second-home market popular with retirees seeking warmer climes. So it only makes sense that the Super Bowl, which brings in thousands of wealthy tourists, would mean plenty of opportunities for home sellers in Glendale and Phoenix. Dollar dollar bill, y’all.

Ryan saw this firsthand. She sold a $2.8-million second home to a New York couple who were in town for the game.

“They thought, ‘Hey, while we are here, we can look.’ And then they fell in love,” Ryan says.

2014: East Rutherford, NJ (outside New York City)

Current median home price in stadium’s ZIP code: $322,700 Percentage change since the Super Bowl: -3%

Super Bowl XLVIII

Tony Frenzel

In the Big Apple, the big game just didn’t have the same punch—either for the local economy or fans. The underdog Seattle Seahawks trampled the Denver Broncos in what turned out to be one of the biggest blowouts in Super Bowl history.

MetLife Stadium, home to both the New York Giants and the New York Jets, became the first outdoor venue to hold the midwinter event. But it’s New York in name only. The stadium is the centerpiece of a sports complex carved out of the nothingness of the Meadowlands area in East Rutherford, NJ, a 25-minute drive from Manhattan.

For most towns, an influx of some 100,000 fans has a significant impact on the local economy. But in the New York City metro, which has more than 20 million people, that doesn’t push the number of rentals—or home listings—through the roof.

And the additional media attention doesn’t move the needle much in this famed city, either.

“Everyone knows New York, they’ve probably been here before, so the Super Bowl wouldn’t create a new identity for people about it, unlike some other places,” says Gary Malin, president of the real estate brokerage Citi Habitats. “The city already has that cachet.”

The New York City housing market as a whole doesn’t appear to have received a big boost from the Super Bowl. The exception is the community near the stadium. The East Rutherford ZIP code where the stadium is located saw new home listings jump 150% around the time of the game. Additionally, that area saw a 17% increase in realtor.com page views, while the entire metro fell 4%.

And while the game didn’t quite set the region’s housing market on fire, it wasn’t a complete wash, says Jim Kirkos, CEO of the Meadowlands Regional Chamber in New Jersey.

“The first priority was to get as much economic impact as possible,” he says. “But we also got to showcase the greater Meadowlands, and show people it is a great place to live, work, and do business.”

2013: New Orleans, LA

Current median home price in stadium’s ZIP code: $398,500 Percentage change since the Super Bowl: 25%

Super Bowl XLVII

Tony Frenzel

This Big Easy’s Super Bowl, held in the Mercedes-Benz Superdome, just a mile’s walk from the French Quarter, had plenty of drama. For starters, there was the battle of the Harbaughs: Baltimore Ravens head coach John Harbaugh taking on 49ers honcho Jim Harbaugh—aka his little bro. Then there was the halftime show put on by Beyoncé and her old crew, Destiny’s Child. And shortly after the show, the stadium’s power went out, which caused the game to be postponed for more than 30 minutes, and seemed to change the momentum of the contest.

But those technical difficulties didn’t stall the local housing market. The game gave home sales a nice jolt, says Joyce Delery, a broker at Engel & Völkers New Orleans. That’s thanks to its supply of desirable vacation homes, particularly condominiums in the Warehouse District and homes in the historic French Quarter.

New listings around the stadium jumped 67% around the time of the Super Bowl, compared with 29% during that period nationally.

“These [fans] are the type of people who could afford second or third homes,” Delery says.”You have people who make impulse looks, or maybe [even an] impulse buy.”

And those who stayed in town one more week after the game got to experience Mardi Gras. Could that be why the Super Bowl keeps coming back?

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Hut, Hut, Price Hike! Does Hosting a Super Bowl Have a Super Impact on Home Sales?

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Super Bowls are far more than just epic sporting events. They’re also unrivaled career makers (perma-MVP quarterback Tom Brady!) and breakers (sorry, nip-slip victim Janet Jackson). They launch ad campaigns into terrifying global ubiquity (Wassup!). They prompt the consumption of millions of pizzas, billions of chicken wings, and untold gallons of ranch dip.

But what’s the true worth of the Super Bowl for the metro hosting the extravaganza? NFL officials like to brag that their little gridiron contest brings in hundreds of millions in local tourism and retail business. It’s akin to a weeklong, megabudget city commercial, complete with swooping aerial shots and tons of celebrity cameos. But does any of that commerce and national attention translate into higher long-term housing sales?

When the first-down marker dust finally settles, what is the true real estate Super Bowl bump each year?

Experts debate the impact. “There’s no doubt you can rent your apartment for a nice chunk of change for one weekend [for the Super Bowl],” says Victor Matheson, a professor at the College of the Holy Cross in Worcester, MA, who studies the economic impact of sporting events. “But is that enough to move real estate prices?”

The clutch realtor.com® data team took the field to find out. We focused on the locations of the last five Super Bowls (XLVII through LI, for those of you keeping track at home). To gauge buyer interest, we compared how many people viewed realtor.com home listings in the host metros, from the month prior to the game to the month it was played. We analyzed the number of new home listings, comparing the total number of listings in the November and December prior to the game to January and February (the month of the game). Finally, we looked at the number of home sales and the median list price changes in the 12 months following the big game.

Turns out, near the downtowns and stadiums, there’s a lot of action—and we’re not talking about tailgating. Every city we examined experienced at least a 50% jump in the number of new home listings near the stadium leading up to the Super Bowl. But the longer-term impact varied widely, favoring lower-tier places like New Orleans and Glendale, AZ, which have attractive markets for second (or third) homes. There was way less of an effect on the already skyrocketing markets in New York and Silicon Valley.

So let’s take a slant route down memory lane to check out recent Super Bowls. Some were spectacular, some were Super Snores™. But all had an impact on local housing.

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2018: Minneapolis, MN

Current median home price in stadium’s ZIP code: $572,000

U.S. Bank Stadium in Minneapolis

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Even before U.S. Bank Stadium opened in 2016, the neighborhood around the stadium, referred to as East Town, was being flooded with new development.

Just about everyone in this resurgent town was wishin’ and hopin’ and thinkin’ and prayin’ for their beloved Vikings to make history this year, as the first team to play a Super Bowl in its home stadium. Alas, the Vikes were vanquished by the Philadelphia Eagles, who will now do their best to unseat the scarily robotic New England Patriots in this year’s showdown. Regardless of local disappointment, the Minneapolis rental and hotel industry is getting a big boost.  All those Eagles fans and No. 12 jersey owners need a place to stay, after all, and plenty are shelling out big. Take this swanky mansion, listed for $10,000 per night on Airbnb.

“I live fairly close to the stadium, so I’ve raised my prices for that room seven times higher,” says Kevin Han, a Minneapolis-based lawyer. He normally rents a room in his home on Airbnb for $50 per night, but listed it for $350 per night the weekend of the Super Bowl, with a three-night minimum.

Minneapolis isn’t really a vacation destination, though, so home sellers aren’t expecting to net many buyers from out of town. Local real estate agents say sellers aren’t sure if they should list before the Super Bowl, and perhaps wait until things die down to list.

Minneapolis worked hard to get the Super Bowl, erecting a new $975 million stadium. But will it have a lasting impact? “A Super Bowl in Minneapolis is almost certainly a one-off event,” Matheson believes. “A Super Bowl isn’t ultimately going to move the market very much.”

During the NFC Championships, when the Minnesota Vikings played, real estate broker Geoff Bray held an open house that was attended by only four people. About 50 had come through the previous day.

If the Vikings had beat the Eagles to make it to the Big Show, “the entire state would have shut down to celebrate,” says Bray, of Engel & Völkers Minneapolis. “That weekend would have been devastatingly slow for real estate.”

2017: Houston, TX

Current median home price in stadium’s ZIP code: $150,000 Percentage change since the Super Bowl: -18%

Super Bowl LI

Tony Frenzel

Houston experienced tragedy in 2017, when Hurricane Ike cut a swath through the city in October. On an infinitely less consequential note, it saw a different kind of disaster earlier in the year, when the Super Bowl was played 6 miles south of downtown, at NRG Stadium, home to the Houston Texans.

Atlanta Falcons quarterback Matt Ryan got the nickname “Matty Ice” for his tendency to pull out wins at the end of games. But after getting out to a 28-to-3 lead over the New England Patriots, he melted into an oily puddle in the fourth quarter, and the game finished with Pats QB Tom Brady holding up his fifth Vince Lombardi Trophy.

But there was nothing frozen about Houston’s housing market at first. In January and February 2017, the number of home listings in the metro area jumped 30%, including a 52% jump in the ZIP code that is home to NRG Stadium, where the game was held. In fact, four of the five ZIP codes in Houston that saw the biggest new listing increases were within 8 miles of the Super Bowl venue.

Although the number of home sales actually wound up dropping for the year—thanks to the hurricane and its aftermath—condos attracted more interest. In the weeks leading up to the Super Bowl, there were out-of-town buyers purchasing $100,000 to $200,000 condos in cash, according to real estate broker Brooks Ballard of Engel & Völkers. They were convinced it was more cost-effective to buy than to pay $10,000 for a weeklong rental. Some of those buyers turned around to resell, and others are hanging on to the property as an investment.

Airbnb reported a big jump in rentals leading up to the Super Bowl. In fact, 50% of Airbnb listings in Houston were from first-time Airbnb hosts.

“Houston saw a dramatic increase in the demand for luxury rentals in the lead-up to last year’s Super Bowl,” says Allen Shayanfekr, CEO and co-founder of Sharestates, a New York-based real estate investment business.

2016: Santa Clara, CA

Current median home price in stadium’s ZIP code: $986,600 Percentage change since the Super Bowl: +3%

Super Bowl 50

Tony Frenzel

Super Bowl 50 featured one of the game’s all-time great quarterbacks, matched up against the league’s fastest rising star. The high-flying duel between the Denver Broncos’ Peyton Manning and the Carolina Panthers’ Cam Newton promised plenty of fireworks, and locals expected the housing market, particularly short-term home rentals, to blow up as well.

The game was played in the $1.2 billion Levi’s Stadium, which opened in 2014 as the new home of the San Francisco 49ers, replacing historic Candlestick Park. The 68,500-seat stadium is in Santa Clara, in the heart of Silicon Valley, more than 40 miles from San Francisco.

Rental demand turned out to be three times higher for the Super Bowl in Santa Clara than in the previous year in Glendale, according to Airbnb. But even so, people’s expectations in this already inflated market were hard to meet.

“People not even close to the stadium thought they could get two or three months’ worth of rent for a single week,” says Rick Smith, real estate broker at Windermere Real Estate in Santa Clara. “It didn’t happen, and many were disappointed.”

Smith says rentals in San Francisco fared much better, probably because that’s where most of the pre-Super Bowl festivities took place.

Aside from rentals, Santa Clara didn’t see a big housing boost. In fact, total realtor.com page views in the area were down 16%, and sales fell 4% in the following year. However, there was 13% uptick in page views in the ZIP code containing Levi Stadium.

But Silicon Valley’s superhigh prices didn’t appeal much to folks just passing through—the median list price in the San Jose metro area, which includes Santa Clara, was $912,000 in February 2016. (Today, it’s $1.1 million.)

2015: Glendale, AZ (outside Phoenix)

Current median home price in stadium’s ZIP code: $310,000 Percentage change since the Super Bowl: +24%

Super Bowl XLIX

Tony Frenzel

Super Bowl XLIX is considered one of the greats. The New England Patriots rallied to take the lead. In response, Seahawks quarterback Russell Wilson took the team to the Patriots’ 1-yard line with 26 seconds left in the game. So close! But then Wilson threw a game-ending interception, and so Brady added a fourth ring to his collection. (D’oh!)

But Phoenix didn’t just host a terrific Super Bowl. It was also among the housing markets that got the biggest boost from the event.

The game was played at the University of Phoenix Stadium, home to the Arizona Cardinals, located 13 miles out of downtown Phoenix. New home listings in the Phoenix metro jumped 31% in January and February of 2015, compared to 22% nationally. The ZIP code where the stadium is located saw new home listings jump 100% in that period.

“I had around 10 sellers who wanted to get listed before the Super Bowl, because they knew there was going to be an extraordinary amount of extra exposure,” says Kristy Ryan, a real estate agent at RE/MAX Fine Properties in Phoenix.

Phoenix has a large second-home market popular with retirees seeking warmer climes. So it only makes sense that the Super Bowl, which brings in thousands of wealthy tourists, would mean plenty of opportunities for home sellers in Glendale and Phoenix. Dollar dollar bill, y’all.

Ryan saw this firsthand. She sold a $2.8-million second home to a New York couple who were in town for the game.

“They thought, ‘Hey, while we are here, we can look.’ And then they fell in love,” Ryan says.

2014: East Rutherford, NJ (outside New York City)

Current median home price in stadium’s ZIP code: $322,700 Percentage change since the Super Bowl: -3%

Super Bowl XLVIII

Tony Frenzel

In the Big Apple, the big game just didn’t have the same punch—either for the local economy or fans. The underdog Seattle Seahawks trampled the Denver Broncos in what turned out to be one of the biggest blowouts in Super Bowl history.

MetLife Stadium, home to both the New York Giants and the New York Jets, became the first outdoor venue to hold the midwinter event. But it’s New York in name only. The stadium is the centerpiece of a sports complex carved out of the nothingness of the Meadowlands area in East Rutherford, NJ, a 25-minute drive from Manhattan.

For most towns, an influx of some 100,000 fans has a significant impact on the local economy. But in the New York City metro, which has more than 20 million people, that doesn’t push the number of rentals—or home listings—through the roof.

And the additional media attention doesn’t move the needle much in this famed city, either.

“Everyone knows New York, they’ve probably been here before, so the Super Bowl wouldn’t create a new identity for people about it, unlike some other places,” says Gary Malin, president of the real estate brokerage Citi Habitats. “The city already has that cachet.”

The New York City housing market as a whole doesn’t appear to have received a big boost from the Super Bowl. The exception is the community near the stadium. The East Rutherford ZIP code where the stadium is located saw new home listings jump 150% around the time of the game. Additionally, that area saw a 17% increase in realtor.com page views, while the entire metro fell 4%.

And while the game didn’t quite set the region’s housing market on fire, it wasn’t a complete wash, says Jim Kirkos, CEO of the Meadowlands Regional Chamber in New Jersey.

“The first priority was to get as much economic impact as possible,” he says. “But we also got to showcase the greater Meadowlands, and show people it is a great place to live, work, and do business.”

2013: New Orleans, LA

Current median home price in stadium’s ZIP code: $398,500 Percentage change since the Super Bowl: 25%

Super Bowl XLVII

Tony Frenzel

This Big Easy’s Super Bowl, held in the Mercedes-Benz Superdome, just a mile’s walk from the French Quarter, had plenty of drama. For starters, there was the battle of the Harbaughs: Baltimore Ravens head coach John Harbaugh taking on 49ers honcho Jim Harbaugh—aka his little bro. Then there was the halftime show put on by Beyoncé and her old crew, Destiny’s Child. And shortly after the show, the stadium’s power went out, which caused the game to be postponed for more than 30 minutes, and seemed to change the momentum of the contest.

But those technical difficulties didn’t stall the local housing market. The game gave home sales a nice jolt, says Joyce Delery, a broker at Engel & Völkers New Orleans. That’s thanks to its supply of desirable vacation homes, particularly condominiums in the Warehouse District and homes in the historic French Quarter.

New listings around the stadium jumped 67% around the time of the Super Bowl, compared with 29% during that period nationally.

“These [fans] are the type of people who could afford second or third homes,” Delery says.”You have people who make impulse looks, or maybe [even an] impulse buy.”

And those who stayed in town one more week after the game got to experience Mardi Gras. Could that be why the Super Bowl keeps coming back?

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