#opp: ryder vasilko

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Paris Berelc x Thomas Doherty as requested by Yours Truly 

[wisteria1x1]

       “So... looks like we’re going to be here for a while...” Ciara trailed off as a shower of sparks waterfalled to the stage. A cluster of workers cursed as they scattered out of the way. She winced in sympathy, but remained otherwise placid –– after all, standing a ways away from where everything was falling apart pretty much gave them the perfect seat to watch from. 

The grumbling of her stomach reminded her that she’d skipped breakfast in order to be on set bright and early, and boy did she regret that now. Luckily... “Sweet! Animal crackers,” she whispered, a little louder than intended. God bless her mom, always sneaking snacks into her bag. “Do you, um, want some?” She waved the packet teasingly, “They’re chocolate-covered.” 

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❝ You look better in my clothes than I do. ❞ (ryara)

       Her teeth dug down onto her lip, the fresh taste of ming lingering after she’d brushed them, shy smile barely restrained, barely hidden behind the hand Ciara raised to her mouth. “Does it count if it’s only one item of clothing?” She asked, leaning casually (or as close to casually as she could) against the doorway of Ryder’s hotel room. 

The item in question being a shirt so threadbare it was a miracle the threads didn’t come apart the second Ciara slipped it over her head. Although, that’d be a bit of a sticky situation, considering she wore nothing but a pair of cheeky panties with her name stitched into the waistband and a bralette underneath. Not to mention, this would be the first time that they’d sleep together. Actually, physically, literally sleep together. 

With the real world waiting for them to dive back into it, their time together has been running out like grains of sand trickling from between their fingers. So much of the competition was spent apart –– for good enough reason –– and the unfairness of it all was catching up to Ciara. Who knew what was going to happen now? Would they be able to make it work long-distance? Would the spark continue to burn now that they could be together? 

Whatever. They could worry about all that later. Tomorrow. The day after… Anytime but now, really. 

In the blink of an eye, somehow, Ciara found herself sitting beside him on the bed. Her knee knocked against his like a playful what’s up? “Hi,” she said, beaming like the world’s biggest dork. He turned to face her fully, that same dangerous smile that had gotten them into trouble in the first place inching its way onto his lips. 

His lips… Suddenly, Ciara went from simply glancing at them, to staring, making all the heated thoughts swirling around her head rather obvious. Meaning the moment before his mouth slanted over hears, before her toes curled into the soft carpet, should have been one she saw coming. But all the butterflies in her stomach burst into bloom without warning, and Ryder’s lips were so soft and warm as they brushed against hers. She didn’t think she would ever get used to this. 

This: her giggles as her hand wound into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. 

This: one hand on her knee, one hand on her waist, warmth seeping through his shirt and into her skin. 

This: pulling back first to catch a glimpse of the kiss-struck look on his face, memorizing all of it; every detail, down to his outrageously long lashes fluttering just before a sleepy (love-drunk, Cait would have said) smile was sent her way. 

Oh. God. 

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“this is all a fucking disaster.” (ryara xo)

          “I’m sorry,” Ciara whispers as she untangles the microphone out of her top, pulls all the wires away from her, handing them over to the assistant waiting on standby. The second she gets what she needs, she takes off –– to assist someone else. Or possibly, to get away from what is going to be an explosive 3 mile radius. Good call, assistant. Dimly, Ciara recognizes that she should remember her name, since she’s had lunch with her in between breaks three times during filming, but all she can focus on is the shattered look on Ryder’s face. 

She repeats her apology louder, now that the sound technicians can’t hear them. In the little narrow hallway where they wait until filming is over –– where they’re meant to catch up with their family and friends, it’s just the two of them. There’s an absence so obvious forcing distance between them when only ten minutes before there had practically been none. 

“Maybe she just went to go use the bathroom.” Ciara grows quiet as soon as the words are out of her mouth. What a weak excuse. She sounds like an idiot, ignoring what’s right in front of them. Or at least, trying to. Trying her hardest to, because Ryder has –– had? –– a girlfriend who he loves, who loves him. At least, she assumes they love each other, because why wouldn’t they? And judging by how tense he looks, how rattled he seems, why wouldn’t he be in love with her? He has to be. 

He has to be, even though there was a second on stage where just for an instant, just for a moment she could have sworn they were going to… Well, it’s dumb to think about that now. Sure, Ciara could have sworn that there was a moment where he was about to kiss her –– were it not for the cameras and the judges and the hundreds of people watching them. Including his girlfriend. 

Although, ironically, her main defence for when Tess shows up is that everything that had happened on stage was due to the cameras and the judges and the hundreds of people watching them. It doesn’t matter how little it felt like an act. For Tess’ sake, it has to be an act.

And all this, Ciara thinks within the span of a blink of an eye. Maybe two. Three maximum. She smiles weakly, to show that she hasn’t gone catatonic and avoids looking Ryder head on. She can still feel the way the applause had startled her roughly out of the trance she’d been in when her and Ryder has been singing together. She bites her lip, remembering the way his body had hovered near hers toward the end, how close they’d been. She can’t help the thought; they’d been practically kissing. 

From the corner of her eye, she glances at him. The silence is brutal, even though the muffled sounds of a new performance have soaked through the doors at the end of the hallway. Finally, when Ciara can’t take it anymore, when she thinks she’ll go totally bananas if she doesn’t get out of there, if she doesn’t kiss him, she pushes off the wall and makes some equally bananas excuse about needing to talk to that assistant about… assisting. 

She takes off, and forces herself not to look back. 

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Instagram Aesthetics; Ciara Livingston 

“if this whole singing thing fails, well at least I have my untapped career as national ice cream taster in my back pocket!” 

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📱 for anyone or everyone

FIVE TIMES MY MUSE ALMOST TEXTED YOURS, AND ONE TIME THEY DID.

James & Cleo.

SMS ➝ Lames: When u open ur mouth do u ever think??SMS ➝ Lames: I actually think we’d make a good duet SMS ➝ Lames: When u open ur mouth do u ever think??SMS ➝ Lames: Going out for drinks… Do u want to cSMS ➝ Lames: babyy yiYRE SO GOING TO LSOE KISS ME ASSSMS ➝ Lames: Look at this article that Buzzfeed posted about how I’m so totally going to kick ur ass 

Ryder & Ciara. 

SMS ➝ Ryde or Die: I think you really have a fantastic shot of winning this thing SMS ➝ Ryde or Die: Anyone ever tell you that you kinda look like James Dean?? SMS ➝ Ryde or Die: I think i ate too many cheetos F.M.L SMS ➝ Ryde or Die: you didn’t warn me this movie was going to be sad!! wtf RydSMS ➝ Ryde or Die: I can’t stop thinking about you… SMS ➝ Ryde or Die: I really think Caitie would have really liked you. 

Tess & Mia. 

SMS ➝ Tess :): did you watch yesterday’s episode?  SMS ➝ Tess :): want to see a cool picture I took??SMS ➝ Tess :): what do you have me saved as on your phone??SMS ➝ Tess :): is it narcissistic if I think I might honestly win? SMS ➝ Tess :): I just spent like twenty minutes scrolling through your instagram SMS ➝ Tess :): hey do you have any tattoos? I’m thinking of getting one… but I have no one to go with… hint hint