Until Dawn One Shots

Mike X Reader: Football

Requested by Me! This is in honor of Super Bowl 50!
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Today is one of the biggest football games in the High School Dawners history. They reached what they call the 'Final Bowl' of the entire season. Mike's team reached the end. The last game of the season. The one that can put them at #1 in the state. They need to win.

It may have been one of the greatest days for Mike, but it was one for you too. You planned to kiss him near the end of the game. The one thing you wished would happen for more than 5 years. You've worked up the courage to do this. All your friends are supporting you. This is your moment.

You sat on your couch, browsing through each channel on your TV, awaiting for Mike's arrival, and pick you up.

Occasionally you would turn your head to the door to see if he himself was standing there. Helmet in hand, as he wore his uniform. The number 19 boldly in your view. But he still hasn't arrived.

His game was in less than an hour, and all you hoped was to be near the front row, located where you can just jump into his arms when he is standing on the sidelines. All you could dream of was that moment.

Your train of thought was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing throughout you content home. You sprang up from the couch, making your TV turn black. You placed the remote down onto your coffee table, walking swiftly over to the door.

You took a breath in, placing your hand on the handle, twisting it until it opened.

A cold draft came in through the door, brushing up against your body, seeping in through your clothing.

"Hey," he greeted you, a smile plastered across his face. Just as you imagined, he held his helmet in hand, wearing his uniform, your favorite number catching your attention.

"Hi," you smiled back, shaking your hand in the air as a timid wave.

"You ready for this?" He stepped to the side, allowing you to exit your home. You walked down your staircase, hearing the door shut behind you. Mike obviously must have done it. What a gentlemen.

"I'm pumped!" You laughed weakly, approaching his black sports car.

He laughed at your enthusiasm, stepping beside you. He reached his hand out to the passenger seat door, opening it for you. You smiled widely enjoying his romantic gestures. You put yourself inside his car, him waiting for you to settle in until he closed the door before you even had the chance.

He sat beside you in the drivers seat, placing the key in the keyhole, turning it, causing his engine to rev loudly.

Throughout the drive, both you and Mike remained silent, the sound of the radio heard only besides the breathing of both of you and an occasional cough from Mike.

You arrived at the school, Mike pulling into the parking lot, turning his car off.

You turned to him, a smile of pure happiness on your face. He gave you the same back, opening his door a crack.

You exited, slamming your door shut. You walked beside him, edging closer to the stadium. You stood at the gate with him, a smile on your features that seemed to never leave.

From then you had no second thoughts. You pushed yourself in his arms, squeezing him tightly.

"Good luck!" You motivated, rubbing his back with your hand.

He pulled away, flashing his bright smile to you. "I'll see you soon."

You approached the stand where they sold the tickets. You purchased yourself one, entering inside the stadium, approaching the bleachers. You spotted the familiar faces of your shared group of friends. You waved, them doing the same as you ran to them.

They sat in the front row, exactly where you wanted to be.

You knowing Sam the best, sat beside her. She looked at you with a smile. She knew about your wish for tonight, and supported you 110%. She was one of your best friends. She was always that supportive no matter what.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" She greeted, her voice barely hearable with all the music playing in the background.

"Hey, Sam!" You chirped, situating yourself into a comfortable position.

"Are you ready for your (Your ship name between you and Mike) moment?" She teased, nudging your shoulder.

"I guess so..."

Later near the end of the Game:

You sat there waiting impatiently for the end of this intense game. The score was 31: Dawners 35: Mustangs.

The possession belonged to Mike's team as the yards to the touchdown became closer and closer.

You yourself became a bit more anxious as each second past.

It was the final stretch. The quarterback gaining possession of the ball. Only approximately 15 seconds remaining.

The quarterback held the ball, analyzing each open receiver. There was Mike, waiting in the end zone.

He threw the ball, a great distance to be past before reaching Mike. You stood up from your seat as the world begun to stop around you. Only he seemed to exist.

Mike took hold of the ball for a short period of time, it bouncing out of his hand. Your jaw dropped, you more nervous than ever. Your fists clenched tightly.

Then he dove, reaching the end zone, ball in hand. He got the touchdown, the timer running out.

You jumped up and down, feeling extremely happy for his great achievement. The crowd for the Dawners cheered loudly. The score was 37 not counting the field goal, to 35.

You hugged Sam, shaking and nonstop screaming from complete joy in her ear.

"Go!" Sam yelled. "Go get that kiss girl!"

She pulled away from you, a smile plastered across her face. You nodded running for him on the field, the rest of the crowd behind you.

You reached Mike, wrapping your arms around him, typically throwing yourself in his grip.

"Congratulations!" You cheered, him gripping you tightly.

You pulled away from the hug, remaining there, staring into his deep brown eyes. You leaned in, pushing your lips into his. He never hesitated to kiss a girl back. Especially you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaving no distance between you and him. He himself wrapped his arms around your waist, intensifying the kiss, biting at your bottom lip for entrance.

You heard the screams and cheers of your friends, just mocking you. You pulled away from him, leaving him hanging, staring back to your friends, an unremovable smile on both of your faces.

He grabbed hold of your face, pushing his lips into yours once again. You never wanted to end that moment. That moment was yours.

That was the start of a new relationship.
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HAPPY SUPER BOWL SUNDAY!

Who do you guys want to win?

Hope you all enjoyed!