The second a guy tells me he plays hockey I get turned on

ֹ ₊ 𐙚 everyone I actually like ends up blocking me brah ૮(◞ ‸ ◟ )ა I want them to obsess over me
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Summary: Every line of him says look at me; every line of Lestat says they had better not.
“Red,” Lestat says, because his brain has apparently given up on words longer than a syllable.
“You like it?” Louis asks.
Lestat’s fingers twitch. “I liked it better,” he says slowly, “when it was only ever my door you wore red to.”
- - or the little red riding hood au that no one asked for
Rating: Mature
Warnings: slight dead dove elements
Status: Complete
Thoughts: loved this
sometimes i look at the veins on his arms and transform into a vampire
“vla vla vla i vant to suck your dick- i mean blood”
“why do you go for older men?”
i genuinely feel like i’m babysitting whenever i talk to a boy my age and it’s tiring