Mickie James Gifs Novels & Stories

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

Monti flexed his biceps flamboyantly. Mia crinkled her nose. Etsu and Caitlynn chuckled. “Flex anymore and they’re gonna burst.” Mia teased. “No such thing, you really think these are gonna burst any time soon?” He passionately ripped his shirt apart to display his hard muscle and slid forward on his knees, like a stripper from Magic Mike, only whilst wearing reflectors. Yet again, iconic. Mia toppled over laughing and Etsu shook her head in amusement. Caitlynn giggled. They might be ghouls, but they were still her friends and that was all that mattered,

James pointed at Misha, then at me, then did a weird hopping circle in place. “Tell me there were candles. Tell me there was rope. No, don’t tell me—actually do tell me—” Misha froze. Completely frozen. His ears turned a dangerous shade of red as he slowly turned to glare at James like he was plotting ten thousand quiet deaths. “I’m going to gut you,” Misha said, voice low. “I knew it!” James giggled, twirling once. “Lorraine, my dear tragic heroine, blink twice if you need rescuing. Or a shot of espresso. Or a celebratory mimosa.”

"You listening to me?!" Mickey yelps, nearly blowing out my eardrum. "Christ, Mick, what –" "You fucking got married?!" I stare at the ceiling. "What?" "There are pictures coming out of whatever bumfuck town you're in," Mickey says. "I've been able to head a few off at the pass, but some news outlets have already started publishing stuff. And God, the fucking TikToks." "TikToks?" Mickey sighs. "Of you and some woman shopping? At a jewelry counter? In a mall??? For fuck's sake, Rex, you can at least get the woman a nice ring, not any of that every 'kiss begins with Kay' shit."