post-epilogue, sexually liberated Will Byers wearing this shirt please and thank you 😇😇 <333
headcanon that mike and will go on monthly museum dates (ib: byler-brainworms). max is aware of this, so when she and will go shopping together and she spots this shirt on the rail, she convinces will to buy it. “seriously, it’d be offensive for you not to get this, byers-“
will laughs, rolls his eyes lightheartedly and complies (but not without blushing bright crimson at the checkout)
on the morning of his and mike’s next date, will reluctantly pulls the shirts over his head and styles it with a chunky knit cardigan. it's oversized, so it obstructs the words on the shirt from certain angles, despite will purposefully leaving the buttons undone
and of course mike is too smitten with will's beautiful face and soft hair and sweet voice to notice the writing on his shirt anyway
as usual, mike becomes immersed in committing his boyfriend's adorable mannerisms to memory: will smiling gently at any works that feature an animal of some kind, will’s brows furrowing when he comes across anything gory or confrontational, will’s head tilting slightly to the left each time he scrutinises a painting he doesn't understand the meaning of, will’s eyes misting over when he emotionally connects with a piece (which tends to occur every five minutes), will geeking out over historical sculptures, "this one would look nice in our flat, mike," "baby, that wouldn't even fit though our front door-", will geeking out even more over lesser-known artists that he's been studying at college, "mike, i recognise this one!”
after half an hour of wandering, will absentmindedly takes off his cardigan and folds it over his arm. mike averts his gaze from will's face to where his arm is now resting against his stomach, taking notice of the shirt he's wearing and only now realising that he doesn't recognise it
mike reads the slogan once, then twice.. before gulping audibly, becoming intensely flustered and scanning over the words three more times because there's no way he's reading it right, there's no way he’s only just noticing this, there's no way his sweet, innocent (or not so innocent) will is wearing a shirt about fucking in public-
by this point, will is fully engrossed in the art he's observing, too preoccupied to even remember that he's wearing it and hence oblivious to the fact that his boyfriend has forgotten how to breathe beside him
he does, however, notice when mike goes uncharacteristically quiet
"mike, are you feeling okay? oh, you look a bit hot.”
will presses a hand against his boyfriend’s forehead, perturbed and confused
meanwhile mike is imagining the most (beautifully) filthy scenario and just absolutely losing his shit
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