amandarin-orange721

i am mandy :-) she/her, bi, 30

i am deep in a heated rivalry hole and cannot be bothered to claw my way out

i write on ao3

my most recent works-

Stitches

Shane/Ilya (HR) | M | 1.7k words

summary:

The Voyageurs play the Bears for the first time since Shane and Rose started dating. Predictably, it doesn't go well.

my ongoing HR series-

If someone asks, this is where I'll be

Shane/Ilya | E | 4.2k | pt 5 of the fanmail files

summary:

Ilya and Shane come home and decompress after an eventful weekend at the cottage with Hayden.

my current WIP-

Ménage à Trois

Hollanov, Hollanov x Cliff | E | (3/9)

summary:

inspired by this scene from kath and kim and also psycho killer by the talking heads 🤪

Ménage à Trois chapter 3 is up :-)

Hollanov, Hollanov x Cliff Marlow | E | college/frat AU, eventual smut, fluff and humor

summary: Cliff is hungover and sexually confused. Ilya is hungover and bitchy. Shane is not hungover, he's just a pervert.

here's a snip from chapter 3:

"Jesus," Cliff breathes. "I'm on Kiss Cam." Cliff clicks on the photo to get a better look at it. It's just him and Sveta, at least. Could be a lot worse. He does look like he's trying to lick her tonsils, though, which is unfortunate. "I saw," Sveta muses. "Rose looks hot." Cliff frowns. He zooms in on the photo, but he doesn't see Rose anywhere in the frame. "Rose isn't in this. It's just us." Sveta snatches the phone from him. She swears in Russian, sharp and succinct. "God, this picture is a terrible photo of me," she says. "I'm reporting it." "Wait, there's one with Rose? Did I make out with her too?" "Yes, the Rose one is very good," Sveta grumbles, glaring at Cliff as she hands him back his phone, like it's his fault the photo came out bad. And yeah, ok, it's a little bit his fault, but not completely. "She doesn't look like she is being swallowed whole." "Is incredible how you did all of this and still found time to cock block me," Ilya says with a tight smile. Sveta scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Don't blame Marly for your lack of game. It's your own fault you have not locked down Hollander yet. You have no tact. No class, either. Did you see your Kiss Cam appearance?" Ilya gives a smirk and a coy shrug.

Ménage à Trois chapter 2

Hollanov, Hollanov x Cliff Marlow | E | college/frat AU, eventual smut, fluff and humor

summary: Shane is insecure about his nipples. Ilya is desperate. Cliff is drunk.

**just in case CW - ilya jokes about wanting to kill himself. he does not actually want to he is just sooooo edgy

here's a snip from chapter 2:

Hollander rolls up to Marly's birthday party dressed like a whore and flanked by roughly two dozen incredibly hot women. His big shoulders are out, his nipples are visible through his skimpy shirt, his hair is flippy. One of his big biceps is shimmering like someone with glittery palms has been grabbing at him. Ilya can even just make out the waistband of Hollander's Calvins peeking out the top of the pants that Ilya told him to buy. "I am going to kill myself," Ilya mumbles around his cigarette as he watches the group make their way up the path to the front steps. He's on the porch with Marly, lounging against the railing and keeping Luca company while he does his door shift. The house is loud and sticky with humidity and spilled drinks. Ilya's sweaty, but he knows he looks good, at least. The humidity is good for his curls and he's sure his muscles are glistening in the dim porch light. He's not wearing a shirt, and neither is Marly. They opted to smear some green and black body paint over their exposed skin. It's making a fucking mess, smudging all over everything they come into contact with, but it's sexy, so it's a worthy trade off. "If he's as gay as you think he is, you have nothing to worry about," Marly insists, exhaling a cloud of mango scented smoke. Ilya wrinkles his nose and waves the smoke away as he turns his attention back to his prospective man, who's laughing brightly at something one of the girls said. Ilya blanches when he recognizes the willowy figure hanging from Hollander's left arm. "Fuck, I am going to kill myself two times." "Huh—" "He is with Sveta," Ilya hisses, and Marly snickers under his breath. "She will tell him fucking everything!" "S'your own fault for never shutting the fuck up about him," Marly tells him, a hazy, shit-eating grin on his face, and the worst part is he's right. If Ilya had any self control, Svetlana wouldn't know a thing about his infatuation with Hollander.