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They’re still available btw! (On my ko-fi)

🎶oh, you know it ain’t easy running out of thrills🎶

My first fan art of MJ!

Commission art. Billy and Steve on prom :3

One of my Mungrove Summer Bingo squares is Kiddie Pool and I found a ref that just screamed Eddie to me so, here we go. @mungrovebingos

Moodboard for Harringrove Pretty Woman AU featuring Steve as the rich boy with daddy issues and a heart of gold & Billy as a down-on-his-luck hooker also with daddy issues and a heart of gold. 

The Lotus Esprit screeches to a stop by the curb.

Billy trades eye rolls with Heather as he pushes himself off of the wall.

The rich jackass driving it clearly has no idea how to handle a fine piece of machinery, what a fucking waste. He decides he’s definitely going to overcharge the douchebag as he approaches the car, schooling his features into something less contemptuous. After all, he’s got to hook the asshole to overcharge him.

Behind the steering wheel is the prettiest boy Billy’s ever seen. A mess of brown hair curling over the pale curve of the back of his neck, delicate features furrowed in concentration.

Billy feels like he’s been sucker-punched, dazed and kind of pissed off.

“First is here somewhere…” Pretty Boy mutters, chewing on his bottom lip as he twists his grip around the gear shift in a move that both demonstrates he clearly has no idea how to drive a stick and sends a spike of arousal down Billy’s spine.

Oh hell, Billy wants to suck on those fingers. “Hey, sugar, you looking for a date?”

“Huh?” Pretty Boy’s head snaps up, brown eyes wide and pink lips falling open like an invitation. “Um, direction, actually. Do you know how to get to Beverly Hills?”

“Sure.” Billy grins. “For five bucks.”

“You can’t charge me for directions.”

There’s a whine in his voice that says spoiled but instead of warning Billy away, all he can think about is it’d be a blast to spoil this Pretty Boy. “I can do anything I want to, baby. I ain’t lost and I know how to drive a stick.”

For a second Billy wonders if he’s pushed too far but then Pretty Boy blows out a breath. “All right. You win, I lose.” He chews on the inside of his cheek. “How much if you drive me there?”

“Depends on what you want me to do on the way.” Billy waggles his tongue.

Pretty Boy flushes but doesn’t look away. “Follow the traffic laws.”

The unexpected snark shocks a laugh out of Billy. “Fifty bucks.”  

“Done.”

Then Pretty Boy is climbing out of the car, strolling to the passenger’s side, and getting into Billy’s personal space. “Move.” He orders, pressing two fingers against Billy’s chest, and pushes like a brat.

Billy swoons a little on the inside as he hurries to the driver’s seat.