#jessij1997

Hey :)

Here are some options for you:

How to write a phone call

Doing something other than talking:

washing dishes (very noisy)

folding laundry

brushing teeths (some people hate to hear that)

lying on their back on the floor or their bed, kicking up their feet, staring at the ceiling

walking up and down

getting distracted

trying on clothes, missing half of the conversation with their head stuck in a hoodie

doing their makeup and hair

drinking or eating

vacuuming (the noisiest)

I hope this helps!

My prompt this week is:

Stone Sour - Through Glass

Have fun, drabblers 🧡

Oh, boy... I haven't listened to this song in so long... You've just brought back a lot of memories, my dear 🤗❤️ Thank you!

My darlings, your prompt this week:

Stone Sour - Through Glass

LOVING A SOLDIER by JESSIJ1997 ↳ ↳ with cover art by FIREBALLAZALEA

Multi-Chapter | Rated: E | Word Count: 35K | Completed in: 2024

"How long, Ian?" he asked with more emphasis as he fished the next fork out of the dishwater. "I don't know yet." Mickey let out an incredulous pff as he pulled the plug from the sink and the water gurgled down the drain. Is he kidding? He knows exactly how long. He always knows. Every time. "How long, Ian?" He would ask one last time before he freaked out. He only had this chance. And he knew it. "Twelve weeks. Maybe longer." Mickey nodded and watched the crumbs being pulled down the drain by the whirlpool. He felt like one of those crumbs. A single crumb being pulled down the drain by a whirlpool of dirty water. It was just like last time. And Ian knew it. "When?" he finally asked as he began to dry the plates. He couldn't look at him. Not yet. "Tomorrow," and it was no more than a whisper. // Or Ian joins the army and Mickey stays behind until two soldiers knock on his door.

Hi! Gallavich asks on main, how controversial 😆. (It's fine, I'm just only used to getting them over on @gallavich-annise 💜)

So the answer depends if you mean romantically or just saying the words to anyone.

Because I always headcanon that Mickey had some kind of positive relationship with his mum when he was little, and so possibly/probably said the words to her. Especially if the relationship was a bit up and down (as seems likely) and he wanted to claim her attention and affection.

Uhh... Sorry now I made myself sad and I forgot what I was gonna say.

I've on Wattpad and I'm wondering if it would be okay for you if I'm post it there? Of course I'm writing your name as the Author and link your AO3 and your Tumblr. If you say no, it's alright!

By for now. 😊

Thanks so much! So glad you enjoyed it 💖