his hands held against me as i stared at the nicotine stained wall, mickey stood at the other end of the room finding me a hoodie and some boxers he did so much to help me. he made everything so good.
the way he brushed my hair, the way he rolled my cigs, and the way he fucked me when i wanted.
Mickey Milkovich
He wasn't a nasty man. He was my man.
a/n sorry this is short scrap i've been v busy :).
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