red sox yankees

May 20, 1976

A shoving match, after a home-plate collision between Lou Piniella and Red Sox catcher Carlton Fisk, escalates into an ugly bench-clearing brawl. Yankee third baseman Graig Nettles and Boston’s Bill Lee fight so fiercely that the ‘Spaceman’ suffers a separation of his left shoulder, greatly affecting the remainder of his pitching career.
ilvermorny headcanons

ok but imagine

- ilvermorny professors with ridiculous bostonian accents
- ilvermorny professors with thick southern accents
- or midwestern accents
- or native american… or mexican… or canadian
- JUST ACCENTS
- southern students explaining sweet iced tea to their yankee classmates
- the red sox/yankees rivalry being even stronger and deeper than inter-house rivalries
- baseball is a BIG deal at ilvermorny (it’s massachusetts, I mean c'mon)
- mexican, native american, and french-canadian teachers and students slipping into their native languages whenever they get excited or angry
- heated arguments over politics between the horned serpents and the thunderbirds, but the wampuses and pukwudgies being the most inclined to party loyalty
- mexican, native american, and canadian students introducing the american students to foods/festivals/traditions/clothing/stories/etc. of their cultures
- QUINCEAÑERAS AND BAT/BAR MITZVAHS
- cranberry pies and cobblers for desert literally every day
- grumpy pukwudgies everywhere, complaining but never leaving
- actual pukwudgies showing obvious bias toward pukwudgie students
- wampuses being hands-down the best dancers and turning out the most ballerinas and choreographers
- the little old southern lady, who teaches charms, bringing lemonade, sweet tea, and cookies to class everyday
- the red sox curse being ACTUAL dark magic
- the patriots’ LUCK is owed to overenthusiastic wizard/witch fans who can’t help themselves
- this pisses off the students invested in the nfl who aren’t patriots fans (which is most of them)
- southern students bringing college football fanaticism to ilvermorny
- “ROOOOLLLLL TIDE, Y'ALL” “GO VOLS” “LISTEN HERE, MAN, I SAID ROLL TIDE” “IF YOU CUSS AT ME AGAIN LIKE THAT, I’LL-” “BOYS! if I hear another of these arguments again you will both be taking it to detention. hotty toddy, by the way.”
- pukwudgies being killer at potions
- thunderbirds excelling at DADA
- wampuses are the BEST at transfiguration
- horned serpents slaying at divination and arithmancy
- the amount of no-maj positivity is unreal and beautiful
- the best feasts literally ever (sorry, hogwarts)
- THANKSGIVING. CHRISTMAS.
- I N D E P E N D E N C E D A Y
- wow independence day is so off the chain
-illegal fireworks everywhere
- red solo cups littering the grounds
- the horned serpents smuggled the alcohol
- the manchester joke got very serious whenever that was big
- seriously, you didn’t want to try it on a thunderbird. jinxed in a second

anonymous asked:

Hi I've been looking around for a fic with the pack playing baseball and I can't seem to fine any I was wondering if you know of any

Anonymous said: Could you maybe update the Sports tag? If it’s baseball better!

UGH the pics from Everybody Wants Some and Undrafted are making me SO thirsty for Baseball Player!Derek.  These couldn’t have come at a better time.  This list is a mix of the pack playing baseball and Baseball Player Aus, Batter up!  -Emmy <3

Originally posted by somanysituations

The Rookie by Inell 

(1,521 I Teen I Complete)

It’s the first practice of spring training, and Derek realizes the new rookie, Stiles Stilinski, is going to make things interesting.

You Turned Around and Stole My Heart by merryofsoul 

(2,468 I Teen I Complete)

College baseball AU. What even is Stiles’ life.

Baseball Pants by thatfamoushappyending (betsytheoven)

(2,847 I General I Complete)

Scott shows Stiles a picture of the new pitcher for the Dodgers, and Stiles is suddenly an avid Dodgers fan.

Take Me Out To The Ballgame by zjofierose 

(3,063 I Teen I Complete)

It’s all fun and games until someone catches a baseball with their face, Stiles.

Dirt Lots and Backstops by Onlymystory 

(8,653 I Teen I Complete)

Written for Holly, who won one of my Sterek Campaign fics. Her request was “Sterek and baseball. Canon, not AU. Bonus for cheesy innuendos and the appearance of the San Francisco Giants.” Chapter 2 has the second bonus.

From the sidelines, Derek waved a hand. “You sure you want to pitch, Stiles? It doesn’t seem like your position.”
“I’m pretty flexible actually,” smirked Stiles. “But, I mean, as fun as catching can be, I’d rather pitch as a general rule.”
“Are we still talking about baseball?” Isaac rolled his eyes.
Stiles flashed him a grin. “Everyone handles balls a little differently, pup.”
“Oh my god,” muttered Erica.

Out of His League by Scikopathik 

(11,040 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek’s going to be the best ballplayer ever, if Stiles doesn’t kill him first. Or vice versa.

In which Stiles is a personal trainer, and Derek is the shortstop for the LA Dodgers.

You Can Cry Wolf, But Stop Running by iamursforevrmre 

(16,615 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek Hale is the third baseman for the Los Angeles Dodgers. Stiles doesn’t know why he has an apparent thing for third basemen and he has no clue why he’s even watching the Dodgers. He’s a Mets fan.

Sox and Bombers by Nanoochka 

(17,449 I Explicit I Complete)

They didn’t normally discuss their games in deference to the sanctity of their respective teams and the ancient Yankees/Red Sox rivalry, but Derek had to admit it was nice to combine shoptalk and pillow talk with someone who understood. Still, Stiles was the enemy, even if Derek did spend an awful lot of time consorting with him. If by consorting you meant fucking him into the mattress.

Take Two and Hit To Right by gottalovev 

(21,521 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles enjoys ogling the very handsome shortstop of the varsity team while in class. One day, when he cannot have the seat he prefers to watch the baseball diamond, he starts a conversation on his desk (including cartoon characters and eventually sharing secrets).

Unfortunately, Stiles’ first meeting with the hot shortstop - crowd darling Derek Hale - doesn’t go well. When Hale turns out to be Stiles’ desk pen pal, will they be able to move past first impressions?

Everybody Wants Some Sterek by Electricviolinist, Marbleeyes     

(26,262 I Mature I Complete)

Loosely based on Everyone Wants Some. Stiles thought College was going to be a hundred times better than High School, especially after winning a baseball scholarship. It was a shame that he’d forgotten about his hidden talent of pissing off everyone he meets, especially a certain green-eyed team mate.

Beacon Hills Sandlot by Fanfiction_is_Literature 

(31,934 I Teen I Complete)

Stiles was just an average kid who had moved to Beacon Hills from San Francisco. He had no intention of fitting in to Beacon Hills, but a neighbor kid dragged him along to play baseball at an empty sandlot. Derek Hale ends up teaching Stiles a lot about both baseball and life.A Sandlot AU for Teen Wolf. I wanted one and I couldn’t find any so here :)

Reports of A Lover’s Tryst by CharWright5 

(32,442 I Explicit I Complete)

New York Mets shortstop Derek Hale was riding the high of being his team’s hero on Opening Day, only to have it come crashing down the very next day when pictures leak of him acting more than friendly with his roommate Stiles Stilinski. Now, not only is Derek outed before he wanted, but he’s also a target for more harassment and suddenly single after accusations fly over how the media caught wind of his secret relationship. And he’d thought his biggest issue during the season would be questions over a rumored contract extension and impending free agency.

This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam 

(38,340 I Mature I Complete)

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.

And it all begins with two white boards.

Catching The Wolf by  LPI3

(62,511 I Mature I WIP)

Stiles figured his first year of college would involve lots of studying, friends, and warming the bench on the ball field. He never figured he would be thrown behind the plate to catch the legendary ace pitcher Derek Hale. Now Stiles is just trying to survive the season and figure out what Derek is hiding.

anonymous asked:

Hi i meant if you could do a fic rec or knew a fic where sterek keeps their relationship secret? ☺️

Hey! Nice to see you again :) I was pretty sure that’s what you meant but I was also pretty sure I had a secret relationship list someplace so clearly I can’t be trusted :p 

Also I did not intentionally make this a high school au list but I never say no to high school sterek :)

Hallmark should really make cards for this shit by  Jessicatty | 2.8K

When the pack finds a unicorn in the woods they call Stiles to come help since he should be the only virgin left in the pack. Should being the key word here.

I Just Wanna Be With You Every Day by  Brego_Mellon_Nin | 33.9K

When his best friend’s son barrels into the kitchen only dressed in a pair of skintight jeans, lean but defined torso on display, Derek knows he’s truly and utterly fucked. Not only is the kid barely eighteen, but he also happens to be the Sheriff’s only son.

Derek makes a vow to himself that he will not seek Stiles out and he’ll get this thing under control.

Sox and Bombers by  Nanoochka | 17.4K

They didn’t normally discuss their games in deference to the sanctity of their respective teams and the ancient Yankees/Red Sox rivalry, but Derek had to admit it was nice to combine shoptalk and pillow talk with someone who understood. Still, Stiles was the enemy, even if Derek did spend an awful lot of time consorting with him. If by consorting you meant fucking him into the mattress.

You Look Like Bad News (i gotta have you) by  standinginanicedress | 38.9K

Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb.

Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn’t even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record.

The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man…it was great.

Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin’ Bravehart and have sex with Derek all over again.

Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.

Heart to Heart by  Hepzheba | 12.1K

Stiles never expected to be one of the twenty-five men to compete over the bachelorette Cora’s heart in this season’s Heart to Heart and even if Cora likes him enough, he doubts he’ll manage to make her family like him well enough to let him stay. When he arrives at the mansion he realizes that it’s not so much Cora’s heart he wants to win as her brother’s…

This can only end badly by  WeirdV | 52.6K

Stiles Stilinski has never been popular in school. But that’s okay. He’s okay with it, more than okay, actually.

Stiles Stilinski has no game, it’s almost like the school motto. And it used to get to him, but not anymore. Because now he has a boyfriend – people didn’t even know he was bi – and everything was okay.

Everyone could say whatever the hell they wanted about him. They could make fun of him and say he’s never been kissed. They could laugh and say nobody would ever want to sleep with him.

They could do whatever the hell they wanted.

Because he knew it was all lies.

At least that’s what he had expected to happen after the summer break. For things to continue on as usual.

They didn’t.

Alpha and Omega by  XX0Jessie0XX | 58.5K

Derek is the head Lacrosse player at Beacon Hills High School and Stiles is an Omega that no one really knows. Stiles had been talking to someone online and wished they would meet up in real life but he knows it won’t ever happen. He could only wish.

Insane Chemistry (with Derek Hale) by  theroguesgambit | 13.4K

Derek is the popular, varsity jock, prom king of the school, and Stiles is not going to be the cliche that ends up falling for him. (It’s not a cliche if no one else knows about it, right?)

Paper Airplanes by  RemainNameless | 23.5K

The road to unfortunate, accidental, and possibly career-destroying relationships is littered with good intentions, snark, bad timing, and not a few paper airplanes.

November 22, 1957

In a controversial vote, Yankee outfielder Mickey Mantle edges out Red Sox superstar Ted Williams to win the American League MVP. In spite of Williams leading the league with a .388 average and 38 home runs, as well as a stunning .731 slugging average, two Chicago writers still list him in the ninth and tenth places on their ballots.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I love your blog! I was wondering if you had any stereo ficus where they are professional athletes either on the same or different teams and they hook up or are in a relationship but still in the closet and have to hide it?

Hey there Nonny!  Going to assume you meant Sterek, NOT Stereo (mostly because there are no hidden relationship sports au Stereo fics, someone fill that void!).  I am SO not a sports person, but somehow love sports aus?  lol  All of these should have a secret relationship, or at least on the downlow, and have both of them playing sports.  Enjoy!  -Emmy

Originally posted by somanysituations

Sox and Bombers by Nanoochka 

(17,449 I Explicit I Complete)  *baseball au

They didn’t normally discuss their games in deference to the sanctity of their respective teams and the ancient Yankees/Red Sox rivalry, but Derek had to admit it was nice to combine shoptalk and pillow talk with someone who understood. Still, Stiles was the enemy, even if Derek did spend an awful lot of time consorting with him. If by consorting you meant fucking him into the mattress.

Extra Innings by tuesdaymidnight 

(37,641 I Explicit I Complete)   *baseball au

Stiles Stilinski is a minor league baseball catcher who just got promoted. Derek Hale is a star major league pitcher with a knee injury who just got sent down to the minors. Stiles is drawn to Derek, but the further invested he gets, the more questions arise. Why does team owner Chris Argent have it out for Derek? Why is Derek so emotionally constipated? And what the hell is Coach Finstock going on about? Minor league baseball has more intrigue than Stiles ever imagined.

Goal Line by TyReed

(39,069 I Mature I Complete)  *football au

After losing a bet with his best friend, super-dork Stiles Stilinksi is forced to play one semester of football for the Beacon Hills High School “Silver Wolves”.  While reluctant, Stiles is never one to go back on a deal, and follows through with the bet.  After all, it’s just for one season.  

The only problem?  

Stiles is apparently the best kicker the school (or state) has seen in over 50 years.  

With the town, the coaching staff, the school, and his team all cheering him on and giving him a circle of friends he’d never though possible before, how is Stiles going to fit in with this new crowd of people he’d always hated?  How is Stiles going to live through this season, the training, and is he going to be the player everyone thinks he can be?   What happens when the season is over, and Stiles can leave the team with the bet ended?

Though at the forefront of his mind, how is he supposed to keep his life-long crush on star Quarterback (and one of his newest friends), Derek Hale, in check?

Love All by tattooedsiren 

(47,602 I Explicit I Complete)   *tennis au

When Stiles Stilinksi steps foot onto Court 8 at Roland Garros, it’s everything he’s been dreaming of for the last nine years, and everything his life has been building towards since the first time he held a tennis racquet in his hands fourteen years ago.

It’s kinda funny, Stiles thinks, that his first game in a Grand Slam (that’s right, he’s playing in a freaking Grand Slam) is against a fellow American. Hell, he’s a fellow Californian. Derek Hale is slightly taller than him, his face is stubbled and just as grumpy in real life as he’s seen in numerous photos and video coverage. And yeah, in any other circumstance Stiles might admit that the stubble and general sense of ‘stay the hell away from me’ totally works for him. But right now it’s just intimidating as fuck.

Versus by secondstar 

(94,521 I Explicit I Complete)  *football/soccer au

At age nineteen, Stiles Stilinski was the next big thing, according to The Guardian. It was surreal, not being able to turn on Sky Sports without hearing his name mentioned along with the names of players he grew up idolizing. Stiles couldn’t believe that this was his life. 

Two Minutes and Holding by captaintinymite (augopher) 

(117,988 I Explicit I WIP)  *hockey au

There were three things college hockey players Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski knew for certain. 1) Their lives revolved around hockey, 2) They were madly in love, and 3) Derek was so far in the closet he might never find his way out.

They’d been together for two years now, and for two years they’d been a secret with only a few people knowing about them. Yet Derek’s fear kept them from moving forward: fear of his family’s rejection, fear of his sexuality tanking his father’s career, fear of the rampant homophobia in professional sports. The ruse was growing thin.

Something had to give.  

Or: The story of how one epic NCAA Championship run and college, served as the backdrop for some of life’s great hardships.

Deal (Chris Evans x Reader)

Prompt: Soulmate AU; When a timer appears on your wrist a birth counting down until you find your soulmate, but it’s not always a perfect match.


A/N: I figured I would give this a whirl, see how it turns out. Give me feedback and what not, I need better prompts to go off of haha, maybe I’ll be able to get better ideas from better prompts.

Word Count: 1271

Originally posted by lookprettyliveclassyplaydirty


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Soulmates. It was a term that was many spoke about but at the same time was something no one wanted to talk about. The excitement of one-day running into your soulmate at any moment was a feeling many craved but the fear of how long it would be or when the timer disappears because of a death was something no one wanted to feel. I went through my days as a child dreaming up the person I would be connected to, the timer seemingly daunting on my wrist as the years went by and the numbers ticked away. High school came and went and many of my friends from then had already met their soulmate, either during high school or right after. I watched as many people went to bars and hooked up with others knowing they might as well have some fun while they wait for their better half and I watched those who would never get the chance to meet their better half because they died somehow and they never got the chance to even know their name.


Sometimes I would look at the timer, watching the seconds and minutes tick away. There was a moment as I walked through the city as I usually did on my days off where my wrist began to burn, I was overly excited and nervous that day because the timer had quickly turned into hours rather than days and months before I would cross paths with my other half; the burning sensation led to me looking at my wrist and the numbers began to change to months instead of mere hours. A phenomenon I had never seen or heard of, did I make the wrong turn that day? What did I do differently that made me not run into my other half? What did they do that changed the course of us meeting?


“Hey, HEY!” A voice shouted from beside me.


I turned to see my friend Ro waving her hand in my face, “What is it?”


“Did you get lost in your head again? Come on Y/N! You’re missing the game! We’re already in the fifth inning and we’re down by one.”


I blinked a little and gazed at the screen that was above the bar, the Yankees were playing the Red Sox and the Yankees were down by one but we were up at bat. The energy in the sports bar was mixed, it was filled by both Yankee and Sox fans, a dangerous combination in my opinion considering the hatred we had towards each other. 


“I bet you a drink that they’re going to put Gardner up and he’s going to flop like he did the other night.” Ro stated after she chugged the last of her beer.


“Oh please, if anything, Gardner is going to redeem himself and make it to at least second base.” I stated.


“Ugh, I swear, you Yankees are so full of yourselves.” Did I mention Ro wasn’t a fan of the Yankees?


“Talk to the rings Ro, talk to the rings.”


The fifth inning was in full swing, Gardner managed to make it to first base making Ro scoff and roll her eyes. I cheered loudly and slammed my empty glass on the counter before excusing myself to the bathroom. Making my way through the crowd, I eventually found my way to the hallway where the bathroom was but had to wait as someone was already in there. 


Subconsciously, I gazed at my wrist and froze. Just this morning before I left my apartment it gave me until tomorrow when I would run into my soulmate but now it said seconds. My soulmate was seconds away from me and I was not prepared at all, not one bit. My stomach churned as I heard the flushing of the toilet and the sink running; could they be in there? I continued to stare at my wrist, mentally counting it down as the numbers got closer to zero and the bathroom door opened. 


Zero.


“Shit.” A male voice sounded from in front of me.


I looked up to see a handsome guy, he had blue eyes and facial hair with a stupid Red Sox hat on his head. His eyes were wide and I’m sure mine were as well. We stared at each other for a few seconds before I blinked, breaking out stare; out of all the people in the planet, my soulmate was a bloody Red Sox fan.


“You have got to be shitting me.” I mumbled under my breath as I ran a hand through my hair.


“Uh, hi. I’m Chris, Chris Evans. You are?” He had a cute smile, but I couldn’t help but look at his stupid hat.


“You’re a sox fan?”


He grinned, “Boston born and raised. Why? Is that a problem? Don’t tell me – “


“Out of all the people in the fucking world I got matched to a sox fan?!” I groaned loudly and closed my eyes, leaning my head back into the wall behind me and ignored the chucking of my soulmate.


“Aw man this is hilarious, who would’ve thought my soulmate was a Yankee fan.”


“I don’t think I can even properly look at you with that stupid hat on. God, wait until Ro hears about this…”


“Who’s Ro?”


I opened my eyes and grumbled incoherent words before looking at Chris once more, “Ro is my friend. I’m uh… I’m Y/N by the way, Y/N Y/L/N.”


“Y/N, well it’s nice to put a name to the face of my soulmate. Say, why don’t we watch the game together? I’m with some friends but I’m sure they won’t mind you joining us.”


“God there’s more Sox fans with you? No thanks, I rather not be outnumbered if my team loses.”


Chris laughed, one of his hands moving to his chest, “My friend Anthony is a Mets fan if it makes you feel any better.”


“That’s just as worse.”


“Come on, I’ll introduce you.” 


Chris grabbed my hand and the burning feeling on my wrist returned once more to the point that it was painful. I yelped slightly and moved my hand away from him, Chris cursed under his breath and lifted his wrist to his face and I did the same to mine. The word ‘shit’ was in place of the timer, the first thing he said to me; Chris grinned and lowered his wrist to show me, the words ‘you have got to be shitting me’ taking the place of his timer. I couldn’t help but snort and laugh at the situation.


Life was funny and cruel for giving me a soulmate that was a Red Sox fan and I’m sure he felt the same way. Would I ever get over the fact that he was a sox fan? Probably not but I could have fun with it, right?


“Twenty bucks says the Yankees kick your ass tonight.” 


Chris grinned down at me, “Twenty bucks? How about if we kick your ass, you let me take you out to dinner tomorrow night.”


I smirked and stuck out my hand for him to shake, “Deal.”


Chris grasped my hand but yanked me forward, his other hand going under my chin and lifted my head up before he crashed his lips on mine – the feeling was a feeling I didn’t want to go away, I couldn’t describe it, from the way he tasted to the way it was like fireworks and fire all at once, it was something else – he pulled away and pecked me on the lips once more and held me closer to him, “Deal.”