/ might fuck around and actually play some BL today.

“ jack— “

“ shit I thought you were— “

/ everyone’s least favourite nisha may be coming back :) Lock your doors

“ i guess I’ll have to have a talk with ‘em then. . . “ she holds out her arms. “ c’mere. “

her eyes close as she leans into the embrace. her hands reached up, wrapping around his shoulders as she pulled him impossibly closer into the hug. “ i’ve missed you too. . . “

/ sorry if replies come in late, playing TPS

/ how did you know!!!! I hate that motherfucker with my whole being—

Hah. Old man.

Please, I’ve got not a single wrinkle. You gotta try harder.

. . . >:)

Yeah, C’mere bastard.

You seem to forget I have a lasso—

You’re underestimating my power again, Jack. Remember what happened last time you did so?

“I ain’t been gone that long— Have I?” and while the other is distracted she’s tossing the lasso towards him, pulling it right around his abdomen.

“What’s the matter, loverboy?” The space between the two of them continued to diminish, eyes narrowing as her smirk only grew.

“Hey there, Handsome.” Keeping a tight grip on the lasso, a sly smirk on her face with a slight tilt of her head. “That a gun in your pocket or are ya just happy to see me?”

a small snort as she rose a brow, keeping her head tilted slightly. “You look a little stuck there, you need some help? I’d love to untangle you from my web.”

Wrapping the rope tightly around her hand, stepping so that they were mere inches from each others faces. God she loved to tease him. “Well, do you?”

“Oh yeah, I remember.” Taking a moment to brush her nose against his with a chuckle. “How I remember is that I still ended up on top, did I not?”