#jackisdoctortom

OMG someone write this please. 

Alas, I have no talent for words.

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YES PLEASE. I have a firmly accepted headcanon that they slept together when Regina recruited him to kill Cora. And then a Nonnie sent me basically my headcanon in the most glorious inbox fic that has ever existed. You can search "hq smut" in my tags ICYMI :)

What do I have to do around here to get fic in my ask box???

I’ll take some Hooked Queen and some Regal Believer...um, you know, separately.  Not at the same time.  Heh!

I want a Regal Believer adventure!  Just the two of them alone on some sort of Operation!

@hezzer19 says Pumbaa but I say Timon. So both!

Hee hee!  I do love a good princess but Timon and Pumbaa leave every one of them behind.

LOL

5. Appearance you look for in a girl?

I don’t really look for certain features in girls, but I do have a type based on my celebrity crushes, which is dark hair, light eyes, and strong features.

8. What kind of dates do you like to go on?

Quiet ones. We went to the Botanical Gardens this weekend for the light show, and while it was insanely busy there like a theme park, it was still peaceful and awesome.

18. Favorite lesbian blog?

I am so terrified to listen to it because my brain can only handle so many obsessions and I know I will flip my shit over Hamilton but RN X Company has the obsession queue at a standstill. Sorry, special interest. Ahem.

I still think they need to MRI your neck but what do I know? (A lot BTW) Feel better my niece

11. A song you never get tired of.Body Love by Mary Lambert

(Prompt: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”)

Sarah wakes to a warm body sliding on top of hers. It would be nice if she wasn’t already way too hot underneath a pile of blankets, her mouth sticky and throat sore, her head already pounding out a rhythm not unlike the music playing at the bar the night before.

“Not that it’s unwelcome or anything,” a familiar voice says, soft and low enough to take pity on her hung-over state, “But is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Sarah groans, throwing an arm over her eyes. “I’m not at Felix’s place, am I?”

“No, ma’am, you’re at my place,” Cosima says, wriggling a little on Sarah’s lap, not moving anytime soon. It’s still dark outside through the closed blinds, morning a few hours away. “Don’t worry, you left a trail of clothes from the front door so I could find you.”

Sarah huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s me being helpful. Sure.” She’s indeed naked save for her underwear, the blankets coarse against her sensitive skin. She shuffles the quilts away so she can be skin-to-skin with Cosima. “God, you feel amazing. But you’re cold.”

“I’m fine,” Cosima says, voice casual though she knows her sisters still worry. She presses her winter-cold hands to Sarah’s cheeks, making Sarah swear. “Seriously, I don’t mind if you end up here. Mi casa es su casa and all that.” She leans down to press a kiss to Sarah’s forehead, leaving a minty Chapstick print behind. “You can be my personal space heater.”

“Then come in here and warm up,” Sarah says, making a perfect nest for Cosima next to her in bed. “God, I’m never drinking again. I feel like shite.”

“You smell like it too,” Cosima says, curling up next to Sarah, snuggling into her side.

“Shut up,” Sarah bites back, but she can’t help but laugh. “Next time, you’re coming out with us. We can end up here together.”

“Taking out the middleman,” Cosima says, taking off her glasses to put them on the night table. “I like the way you think.”