#rave scene

[ultimateravehub]

[ohclaire]

Kyle will go with you to the club, but he tries to persuade you to go to raves instead.

When you met him, you didn’t necessarily expect him to be the rave type. Always so put together, the perfect soldier.

You’ve never been to a rave before, but you’ve heard some whispers about the culture. And you’ve certainly seen some get-ready-with-me’s that give you an idea about what people wear.

You try to control the reaction you have when Kyle starts talking to you about raves and how much he loves the community and just letting loose. He’s being sincere and trying to share this part of himself with you…but all you can think about is Kyle in a slutty rave outfit.

And so, face burning, you blurt out that you’ll go to one with him before fully thinking it through. And he is ecstatic, talking about how there is one coming up he's excited for in his favorite venue that actually a cave. Honestly, it does sound pretty exciting and hes just so happy that you can't help but be infected by it too.

You admit you have no idea what to wear or how to do your makeup or hair or anything, and he says he'll help you. You try not to freak out too much before the actual day, but the thought of him helping you pick an outfit...you go sit down before you can imagine too much.

It feels like you blink, and suddenly the day is upon you. It's a Saturday night and you spend the whole day in wait mode anticipating him coming over to help you get ready. And then he's knocking on your door and you open it to find Kyle's normally beautiful face covered in glitter. Eyelids golden with eyeliner, chunkier, colorful glitter on the high parts of his cheekbones, nails painted silver. You're basically blinded when he smiles at you in greeting.

You invite him in in a daze, and offer to take his coat, which is a mistake because it reveals his mesh shirt with nothing underneath, giving you full view of his expansive chest and abs. His arms are bare too, biceps flexing as he shrugs off the coat and revealing his forearms covered in beaded bracelets. They're plentiful enough to momentarily distract you from your fiending.

He catches your curious look. "Ah! These are kandi, you make them and trade them with other people. Here, let me show you." He reaches out and grabs your wrist, bringing it up to chest height. The contact immediately overrides the momentary distraction, causing the breath to stutter in your chest.

"Okay, first make a peace sign," he brings his two fingers to touch yours, "then a heart," his half heart forms a full one with yours, "then we clasp hands," you try to school your expression at that one, his hand fully in yours now. You can feel the callouses and warmth and you like it a little too much. He uses his other hand to bring one of his bracelets over your joined hands and onto your wrist.

"And there you go! Your first kandi!" He's smiling again and you can feel your heart straining in your chest.

You lead him to your bedroom where he dumps a giant tote bag of clothes and makeup on your bed, spreading it out for you to see the options.

He must see your overwhelmed expression because he starts explaining different pieces and the outfit ideas he has. Eventually you find something that sparks your interest and isn't too crazy for your first time.

Then he leads you to your vanity and launches into an explanation about all the different makeup he has and what he thinks will go with your outfit, and when he suggests you do something similar to him so "we can match!" you immediately fold and agree. And then he's leaning in to put the gold on your eyelids, hand resting on your cheek with both of you sharing air. You can feel the warm exhale on your closed eyelids and revel in the proximity.

And then he asks how you want your hair, and again you don't know, but you tell him that you trust him, which gets you a soft smile. So then he's behind you working with your hair, and you're shocked at how good he is at it...and you're once again soaking in how it feels to be touched by him.

And when you're fully ready and in the venue, and you see him under the rapidly changing colorful lights, suddenly he's even more beautiful. He's smiling and bouncing and singing along and watching the laser show at the front, but you can't take your eyes off of him.

Raves are pretty cool, you think.

[sickerthanuraveragebitxhh]

Tomorrow is rave day !!! I soooo excited 😈🥳🥳.

[horny-druid]

Countryboi raver

[ohitsbunny]

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[starlinggirll]

RAVE ANGEL — D. ART

a/n: i neverrr gone to a rave i want to go so bad to oneee!

art was exhausted.

he took one too many tabs of acid, shots, and infused gummies. his blinks were heavy, and the humid air wasnt helping him.

he stumbled into one of the chairs, tilting his head back with a groan. he had come to the rave witg a tank top, now he's shirtless and full of glitter.

his jaw was clenched, sweat dripping down his chest. he kept going in and out of consciousness, and patrick was nowhere to be found. probably with some girl, or passed out. he took more than art. still, his head is throbbing.

thats until he feels a heavy breeze of air coming from above him. he opens his eyes, blinking at few times to focus on who was fanning him.

there you were, a gentle smile on your face, a big fan in your hand. you had angel wings behind you. he didnt know if that was the acid doing tricks on him or if u actually had wings. the flashing lights showed a bit of your face, but its not what he was worried about right now.

"are you alright?" you ask in his ear, continuing the fanning motion. he nods, his lips parted as if he's salivating at the sight of you. or atleast as much as he can see if you. "yeah...yeah." he closes his eyes, basking in the feeling of air finally hitting his face. "thank you."

you smile, and before he know it you're gone. his eyes shoot up open, watching as your figure trails back into the crowd.

he lost you.

but he'll find you. he even sobered up enough to remember your backside!

he will get your number.

because you saved him.

you're an angel.

his angel.

its ridiculous, but he's intrigued. he wants to know who's the pretty lady that saved him from possibly passing out!

[technoravemusic]

[the-future-is-chrome]

i put her in a time machine to the year 2006

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