kandi kid

Gasoline by Halsey reblog if u agree

a drop in the ocean. | ivan

There was no denying the coloration of Ivy’s cheeks once Ryan complimented her and they embraced in their hug, hiding her face between her collective strands of hair afterwards. “Well, I learned how to tie mine the bunny ears way which is what you said kinda,” She tilts her head to the side as she looks at his shoes; the situation of her teaching him how to tie his shoes still failed to register in her head. “I can just teach you once you’re ready to leave or after we’re done with the bracelets.” Ivy shrugs, her eyes then lighting up at the mention of Ryan bringing her something and at how considerate he was. Those same eyes landed on what he brought out of his bag. “They look kind of weird and plain.” She observes the cookie, clear hesitance written across her facial features, until she puts it to her lips and takes a small bite ― big enough to get a kick of the flavor but small enough to not get too much ― in case she doesn’t like it. Ivy lets the taste sink in, nodding her head when she was done with the chewing, “It’s actually not bad at all. I didn’t know what to expect since I’m used to the typical chocolate chip. Thank you for them, by the way, the Jo- cookies I can’t pronounce.” Once Ryan reaches into his bag yet again, Ivy knew from there that they were going to start making bracelets and, for a reason she wasn’t quite sure of, she was a tiny bit nervous. She was never the artistic type and she already mentally prepared herself for the embarrassment she was going to face as an amateur. Snapping out of her small mental bubble, she gazes at the mask Ryan showed her with admiration, inwardly wishing that she would be able to make a craft like that one day. “Okay, I’m ready to make the bracelet. I can choose like.. a color and something for it to say, right? Don’t laugh at me.” Ivy lets off a small laugh at her own confusion, the confusion showing even more as she looks at him. “I kind of want one that’s like the one you gave me. Yours was bright and pretty with one of the PLUR words on them.”

The way she tried to hide her blushing cheeks bought a smile to Ryan’s face, but at the mention of tying his shoelaces, he groaned, “It’s so embarrassin’. Not bein’ able to tie your own shoelaces. Ya know you’re the only person I’ve ever told besides Jelle? But he’s in Netherlands and that doesn’t count, so, Ivy, you have the honor of bein’ the first in Roseboro to know...” now it was his turn to blush. Wow, why did he even tell her in the first place? How humiliating. He chuckled, “Jodenkoeken, or jodenkoek for single, and you’re welcome. It was the least I could do. I also bought my guitar...” he set his guitar case on her couch and took it out, looking down at it and trying to tune it out. Okay, should he tell her? No, no, after they were done making bracelets, in case she rejected him, they could at least get done what they were going to do in the first place. “I um, I wrote a song. I could play it for you afterwards, when we’re done with the bracelets.... if you want.” wow, could Ivy sense how nervous he was? This was too embarrassing. What was it about her that made him feel all tingly inside? Stupid feelings getting in the fucking way. He tried shaking off the jittery, nervous feeling he had in the pit of his stomach, setting his guitar down and pulling out his bracelet making kit, avoiding eye contact with her in case he cracked. “You can choose whatever color you want, what you want it to say too. Oh, never love. I have a feelin’ that by the end of today, you’re the one that’s gonna be laughin’ at me.” yeah, when I sing you the cheesy song I wrote for you and you totally reject me. He shook the thoughts out of his head, trying to focus on just making bracelets. Shit, he shouldn’t have bought his guitar in the first place. What if his voice cracked? What if she didn’t like the song? What if she just flat out laughs at him? All these thoughts kept running through his head, no matter how hard he tried to shake them off. He just hoped he didn’t burst out in Dutch, something he tended to do when he got nervous. He cleared his throat, “Boeiend-” he cut himself off, realizing he was speaking in Dutch. God, why did he have that stupid nervous habit? He shook his head, “I mean, Whatever you want, love. Sorry, sometimes I forget to speak English.” he lied, hoping she would believe it, because really, it wasn’t that great of a lie. “Let’s do this. Watch, by the end of today, you’ll be a kandi making pro.”

"Hey Ryan, remember Ultra back in Miami?"

He chuckled softly, looking down at his shoes which had his shoelaces tucked inside them. “Thanks, had to tuck them in so I wouldn’t fall of anythin’. And you look lovely as always,” he embraced her in a ‘friendly’ hug before giving her his stuff. He was gonna bring his guitar, but he wanted to save that for tomorrow. “You should probably help me tie these before I fall to my death, how do you do this again? It’s like... over and under, or somethin’ like that.” the thought of even trying to tie his own shoelaces gave him a headache and sounded like way too much work, work he just wasn’t willing to put in. “Oh, I got you somethin’...” he grabs his bag and looks around for the cookies before handing them to her. “They’re Dutch cookies called Jodenkoeken, I love them but not everyone does so I don’t know, try one and tell me if you agree with me.” he popped open the lid and took a cookie, munching on it tastefully. Then he reached into his backpack and pulled out a face mask he traded with some Brazilian raver back when he was like fifteen. “I didn’t make this one, but I met this Brazilian raver... Paolo I think was his name? He liked my mask and I liked his and well, we traded kandi, it’s kind of somethin’ ravers do a lot.” the mask was yellow and black and had the batman signal on the middle. “They’re complicated to make, we can just start off with bracelets.” 

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