Stiles was excited and anxious.

Maybe more anxious than excited and he didn't understand it himself. It was just another game night, a friendly between Devenford again.

The first time they were defeated, of course. He was being a real doll on the field, Liam was giving in to his instincts and fears and Scott... He tried.

But now it would be different. He was going to make it. After the coach's very enthusiastic and meaningless speech, he was left alone in the locker room. A part of him wondered if he could ask the coach to stay on the bench and not make a fool of yourself.

His dad was there to watch the game. Melissa was there for him, Scott and Liam. Even his ex was there, even though he thought he was going to see Kira play too.

And of course, you would be there.

"If you're thinking about running away, I suggest you rethink that idea." Stiles freezes with the bat in his hand, feeling the grip on his collar and swallows hard, recognizing the commanding tone that froze him from head to toe.

"Hey honey..." He mumbles with a small, awkward smile, scratching the back of his neck and trying in vain to free himself from the firm grip you had on him.

Stiles shivers when he doesn't get a smile in return. He couldn't fool you that easily.

"I wasn't going to run away." He defends himself so disastrously that even he doesn't believe it. "Okay, maybe I was thinking about going to the bench. I didn't want to play that game."

Your grip causes him to be pulled closer before his back hits the lockers and a loud clang of metal echoes through the locker room, drowned out by the screams outside and cheers at the announcement of the players.

"Okay, I'll play? Satisfied?" He teases with a sly glint taking over his gaze and a smile appearing on his face. "But on one condition, I want a good luck kiss."

Her narrow eyes make him laugh.

"Don't look at me like that, doll. Isn't that our tradition? A kiss or nothing."

Tradition. Maybe it was actually true.

What started as an accidental kiss a few minutes before one of his games seemed to become the lucky charm he needed and every minute before a match he would ask for his lucky kiss. Superstition or not, Stiles liked to think that you gave him the luck he needed and the courage that would make him win a game. After all, it was tradition.