𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐌 (PRISON x MODEL AU) ✩‧₊˚ [COMPLETED] ˚₊ ‧✩ "𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨...𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙙𝙧𝙮. 𝙄𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨." -Baby I'm Yours , Arctic Monkeys -𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇- 𝖯𝖱𝖨𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖠 𝖷 (𝖥𝖤𝖬) 𝖬𝖮𝖣𝖤𝖫 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱 ‼️AGED UP‼️ #1- sunarintarou (April.21.2022) #2- romantictragedy (April.21.2022) |𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: finally finshed| Started: March 8th 2021 Ended: July 11th 2022 𝐓𝐖: -Angsty ASF -sad smut -Smut -smoking/drugs(suna doesn't though cause I'm so over that headcannon) -swearing -Panic attacks -Murder -Gore -death -implied abuse -heavy and dark thoughts

all the captains of the volleyball team met up(not every team because right now I'm only one season 2 of haikyuu and btw not everything with be accurate) for a party and some spices the punch Oikawa ends up getting drunk and telling Ushijima he loves him and they end up in bed together. Waring this fan fic includes: 18+ stuff , bad grammar, bad spelling, and a lazy author

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals