Billy wakes up all at once. His first instinct is to control his breathing, pretend he’s still asleep. He’s pretty sure he just heard the door to his room open, and there it is, the sound of it creaking closed again. Something about it is off, but he can’t place it.
There’s someone in his room. He can hear the footsteps nearing the bed, soft, and Billy’s just waiting for it- Any minute now his dad is gonna yank him up by his hair-
“Billy? Did I wake you up?” It’s Steve. It’s Steve’s soft, worried voice beside the bed, because he’s in the bedroom he shares with Steve, in the apartment he shares with Steve, all the way in Santa Monica, and he’s twenty years old, not seventeen anymore.
Billy’s whole body relaxes, sagging on the bed, and he rubs a shaking hand on his face.
“It’s okay,” Billy says.
Steve swears under his breath and climbs on the bed, wrapping both his arms around Billy and burying his nose in Billy’s hair.
“Sorry, baby,” Steve says, and kisses his forehead. “I just went to the bathroom.”
“It’s okay,” Billy says again.
It’s so easy to melt into Steve, to rub his face into Steve’s collarbone and smell his skin, to let the feeling of him wash away every bad feeling, every bad thought in his head. In this bed, in this room, there’s only ever been Billy and Steve, and how much they love each other. How safe Steve makes Billy feel.
Steve runs his fingers up and down Billy’s spine, making his skin tingle. Billy lets out a long groan.
“Think you can go back to sleep?” Steve asks in his ear, pressing impossibly closer. It already feels like they’re fusing together.
“Think so,” Billy mumbles. To be honest, his eyes are already halfway closed, and he’s listening to Steve’s steady heartbeat, and the rhythmic feeling of Steve’s nails on his back is incredibly soothing. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” Steve whispers back. “I’ll be here.”
Billy means to say something back, but whatever it is is lost to sleep. He dreams of Steve.
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“your gut instinct is not a liar, those initial feelings exist for a reason, sit on them if you need to, process whether your feelings are valid or just projections, but never dismiss your intuition when the signs are staring you in the face and your nervous system is agreeing.”
— iambrillyant
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Rose was THE icon of her time. Like yes girl. Pile on that mascara. Go fuck that alien man with two hearts. He wants to take you to Barcelona (the planet)! Wear your pretty outfits. Go solve some crime from hundreds of years ago that has some oddly supernatural causes. Go watch your home planet get destroyed billions of years in the future.
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"[Russell T Davies] made Rose an equal, not a sidekick. It is she who, on several occasions, saves the Doctor, rather than the other way round. As any parent with a daughter, I now look at Esme and think 'you could be the Doctor'. In 2005, as recently as that, such a thought would have been a pipe dream.
[Rose is] a woman with an independent mind, willing to confront received wisdom. Rose arrives on screen fully formed, one of the strongest female characters of any show, any year, painting a solid line directly to Jodie Whittaker.
If you think about it, the relaunch in 2005 was actually the first chance to create the first female Doctor. Why not do it then? Perhaps we should be looking back on Billie Piper not as Rose, but as the Doctor."
- Christopher Eccleston in his memoir I Love The Bones Of You
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