LIPS OF FUMES

INTRODUCTION

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I N T R O D U C T I O N

     HE WAS RAW. He could not possibly be just a boy—an advancing hurricane, more so. He was bare-knuckled, poison-lipped, and carrying a festering wound within his beaten, scabbed skin. His eyes had long ago became void of their glimmer of youth and virtue, and in their stead, becoming something of black holes. They made one wonder what they could have possibly seen for him to grow into who he was now. They must have seen terrible, ugly things.

     Perhaps he was once a child brimming with fascination and a constant burning curiosity, the world bent at his fingertips. Perhaps he was once inquisitive, with an indefatigable passion for learning things he did not know yesterday. Perhaps he would see those virtues within someone else that he would meet soon—someone that, against all odds, would help him and possibly topple the very foundations of what he viewed life to be.

     But, until then, he would remain a lost cause, a walking disaster leaving ruin in trail.

     Wake, devastate, sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat.

━ introducing a delinquent who had
been kicked more times than he deserved
and an eager night time writer hell-bent
on finding out whether the aforementioned
boy really did commit what he had been
accused of. alternatively titled: if you're
nosey, it might get you a boyfriend, but
usually it doesn't get you anywhere.

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P L A Y L I S T

i. aviation the last shadow puppets / ii. oh no! marina and the diamonds/ iii. into the black chromatics / iv. light outside absofacto / v. radio lana del rey / vi. in cold blood alt-j / vii. trainwreck banks / viii. high sir sly / ix. everybody's watching me (uh oh) the neighborhood/ x. we're alone dysn ft. blackbear / xi. talk is overrated jeremy zucker ft. blackbear / xii. fire in my bones fleurie/ xiii. holding on to hell gin wigmore / xiv. swingin' party kindness / xv. greek tragedy the wombats / xvi. wires the neighborhood / xvii. love will tear us apart joy division

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C A S T

i. MICHAEL CLIFFORD as HIMSELF
❛SHOOT ANYWHERE. JUST NOT AT MY JEWELS, THEY'RE ALL I HAVE LEFT.❜

ii. CALUM HOOD as HIMSELF
❛LOVE IS LIKE SEX, EXCEPT MINUS ALL THE STUFF THAT MAKES SEX FUN.❜

iii. ELLA PURNELL as ADRIANNE DUMONT
❛I HATE PATRIARCHY AND PERIODING WHEN THE SEATBELT SIGN'S ON.❜

iv. MAURICE SINCLAIR as NIKOLOS DUMONT
❛SEE, I'M SIMPLY IRRESISTIBLE. I INHALE OXYGEN AND EXHALE SEX APPEAL.❜

v. NEELAM GILL as ZAREEN ABERNATHY
❛BITE ME, SKYWALKER. THE GLEAM OF YOUR FUTURE WILL NEVER USURP MINE.❜

vi. LUKE HEMMINGS as HIMSELF
❛A MIDNIGHT MANHUNT PLUS POTENTIAL DEATH EQUALS THERE BETTER BE FUCKING ALCOHOL.❜

vii. ASHTON IRWIN as HIMSELF
❛WHY DID THE GUITARIST GET ARRESTED? BECAUSE HIS FINGERS WERE IN A MINOR.❜

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WARNING: this story contains excessive cursing and sex jokes, mild gore/imagery, mentions/symptoms of PTSD and depression. VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED.

dedicate 2 prettyboymalum for the story idea !! i really hope i do this justice fucj i'm scared i'll fuck this up

O SPITE! O HELL! EXPECTATIONS!

and can we talk about ella & maurice playing the dumont twins though like fuck me up

and can we also talk about how good this playlist is like please it's so vibey hav a listen

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