ST and IT Imagines

Will- Imagine

   I knock on Will's front door. But, Joyce opens it.
   "Hi Y/N, Noah is laying down. He doesn't feel well. Want to see him for a second?" Joyce asks me. "Sure."
   I follow her to his room. Then, she closes the door.
   Will, laying on his bed, pale, makes me lifeless.
    "Will?" I ask, worried.
  "Oh, hey Y/N, im fine. How did your project go?" He asks me like he's not pale and looking sick.
    "You look damn sick, what happened?" I ask him.
   "Im having episodes. The Demogorgon, it's gonna get me again." He says tearing up.
   "Will, it won't. I promise. I'm always here for you if you need help."
    "Okay, thank you Y/N. One more thing though before you leave."
     "What?" I turn over to him.
"I-I think, I uh." He stutters.
  "You what?"
  "I like you."
Without thinking, I kiss him.
   He sits shocked but finally gives in.
"Can we like.. Be.."
"Be together?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, of course." I hug Will.