sirup
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Look, it’s not like Matt’s never overheard Jay jerking off. But there’s sort of a significant distance between forgetting to knock on a bedroom door and where he’s at now, which is in the bottom bunk at what feels like three am, sweaty from a nightmare about being forcefed burgers and slowly realizing that what he’s hearing above him isn’t Jay also having a bad dream. Seems like Jay’s having a pretty good dream up there, actually.
Bookmarked by sirup
23 Feb 2026
-
Tags
Summary
"I trust you, with this." Ilya shrugs, trying to be casual about it, but, looking back on it, he hasn't been casual about anything involving Shane Hollander in the past ten years. "Is my first time."
OR: Ilya is trying to be better about the things he wants.
-
Tags
Summary
“Hudson Williams, great to meet you,” Hudson says, swooping in with his boy-next-door smile and a firm handshake. He looks absurdly good—shiny dark hair, broad shoulders, charming as hell. Like a glossy, well-lit Superman ripped straight from Connor’s earliest spank-bank memories.
“Likewise, Mr. Williams, I’m—”
“I’m so sorry,” Hudson cuts in smoothly, already moving backwards a smidge with Connor in tow, hand pressing warmly against his spine. “But I’m actually here to steal this guy.”
Bookmarked by sirup
13 Jan 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
Even before—Ontario, promo, filming—it was a dream, wasn't it. Three-month sleepaway camp. Protein shakes in the morning. Hudson’s head in his lap on GTA highways. That's not reality, not a life. It has long since been time to wake up.
-
Tags
Summary
The last time they’d spoken—a seven-minute FaceTime call they’d squeezed in between their schedules—Connor had asked him this:
"Did you know that we emit light until the day we die?”
Or the one where it takes three hundred miles and a breakdown or two for Hudson to admit a few things to himself.
Series
- Part 4 of tomorrow comes crashing
Bookmarked by sirup
28 Jan 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
Isotopic, he had once murmured against Connor’s lips. We’re one and the same.
-
Tags
Summary
"Stop asking me if it's okay. If I want it. You're always, like—whatever. I'm not one of your fucking girls, okay? If I don't like it, I'll stop you. I can make you stop."
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 18,262
- Chapters:
- 4/4
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 830
- Kudos:
- 4,685
- Bookmarks:
- 1,230
- Hits:
- 67,527
Bookmarked by sirup
26 Jan 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
How to close the wound? Ilya was the wound. It felt like there was no part of them that wasn't touching.