"Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? "All right. It's a deal." - hey !! me (chaoticnyxx) am NOT, under ANY MEANS, the OG author of this !! please don't give me credit when credit isn't due. happy reading !! OG author: Gibslythe on AO3

Whatever Bokuto writes shows up on his soulmates arm. An arm that belongs to Akaashi Keiji. A bokuaka, kuroken, bokuroo fic. Written: 2019-2020 Cover art: @almangods

"Well, Au revoir my fellow...er, whores" Kuroo shrugs on his jacket. "I prefer floozies" Oikawa corrects him. "Hussies" Matsukawa nods. "Tramps" Kuroo points at them before walking out the door with a snicker. "No, no, tarts!" Oikawa announces. "Woah that is totally you" Matsukawa sniggers. "Hey!" Oikawa balks. "We're escorts" Akaashi says with finality, standing to follow Kuroo. A Bokuaka time skip AU where Bokuto is a bartender and Akaashi works as an escort~ Written: 2020 WARNINGS: This is a mature book. Eg. Sex, swearing, adult jokes. Suggested 16+ for reading this, cause you all sure know how to complain