#ghostly helpers

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Shane seems to realize the implication he just made, because he too flushes slightly and holds up his hands. “Oh god, I didn’t mean. I just. I know how to screw stuff. I mean, use a screw driver, like. Oh man, this is really not going great.”

At that, Ryan laughs, and shakes his head. “Don’t worry. I get what you mean. I’ll let you know if anything needs to get screwed“

kiss me like you mean it by rocketshiptospace

[shyanfanficquotes]

Shane was sitting on the bottom step of the porch, still in just his sweatpants and a t-shirt, and Ryan was pulled up short in the doorway at the sight of him.

It was pure deja vu—he could see Shane from the courtyard overlaid with this one, hair sticking up between those slumped shoulders, one knee propped up higher than the other, and all of that sun hugging the side of his body like it loved him.

Ryan knew this man—had known him longer than he’d known the new part of himself just starting to wake up.

YELLOW SQUARE by dejavu (suggcest)