it imagines.

stan.

"you're it."
i let my fingers brush stan's shoulder enough so that i could tag him and still keep distance between us.
stan ended up being faster than i remembered.
he turned on his feet and extended his arm out,
his fingers caressing the small of my back.
"no!"
i laughed through the chills corrupting my skin.
when i turned the corner of his dinner table,
his leg got caught on the leg of it,
sending him down.
i heard the small thud before i saw it.
when i turned to look,
stan was lying flat on his back,
holding his ankle,
but still grinning.
i couldn't stop myself from bursting with laughter.
i doubled over and felt the tears rise from my suffocating giggles.
stan laughed along with me before asking,
"glad to see my pain amuses you, love."
before i could respond,
stan hurried to his feet and caught me by surprise,
sending the both of us toppling down into the ground.
he straddled my waist,
pinned my arms down,
and glistened with a certain sense of boldness i'd never seen before.
but i'd be lying if i said it didn't make my stomach fill with butterflies.
"get off me!"
i yelled through my laughter .
stan only shook his head,
his fingers digging into my side;
a certain spot of amusement he found and never let up.
i jolted in response and looked to him with wide eyes.
"stan. do not-"
he cut me off by squeezing my sides
over and over.,
making me jump violently and laughing until i was out of breath.
he finally stopped after exhausting himself of further  playful fighting,
and collapsed to the side of me.
we laid on the floor together,
heavy breathing and smiles wide.
nows the perfect time to kiss him, y/n
i encouraged to myself.
when our panting died down,
i felt the brush of his hand against mine,
until he threaded them together as one.
i turned to face him and watched as he mirrored my moves.
"you've got beautiful eyes, y/n,"
he mumbled,
never letting his gaze drift from me.
i replied by closing the distance between us,
our lips finally moving together after all this time of pining.
longing was being poured out,
and all i could do was feel his taste pour down my throat and settle in the depths of me,
to never be removed.
he held the nape of my neck to keep me as close to him as possible,
until we both pulled back for air.
the cold air around me singed my lungs that were just filled to the max with the scent of stan.
"woah,"
he whispered,
his finger caressing my bottom lip slowly.
i smiled beneath his touch and said the words i'd been begging to tell him,
"i love you, uris."
he looked stunned at first,
but didn't hesitate to reply,
"i love you too, y/n."
we soon heard the click of a door,
and his mother entered the house.
before either of us could compose ourselves,
i was staring at her intimidating look.
she eyed our swollen lips,
red faces,
and tired bodies before saying,
"so you're the y/n my stan is always talking about. nice to finally meet you."