#very loud

Very Loud

Plainville, Connecticut

Digital Sides

Let me sing to you the song of my people

The TARDIS hummed gently as it spun through the vastness of the universe, the noise a comforting and familiar backdrop to the chaotic life of adventure. Inside, time itself seemed to bend, flowing in a way that could never be captured by any mere clock. It had been this way for centuries now, and to Y/N, her life with the Doctor felt as though it was both an eternity and a heartbeat in one.

Y/N and the Doctor had been together for 700 years, their love a constant, ever-evolving force in their shared journey through space and time. In all that time, they'd never stopped discovering new things about each other, nor had their passion for one another ever waned. The Doctor, in his eternal form, had lived so many lives, but with Y/N, he always returned to himself, to the parts of him that were timeless, that belonged to her alone.

Tonight, however, was one of those rare, peaceful moments. The TARDIS had landed on a quiet planet with no immediate dangers, just a simple night of rest. The Doctor had insisted they spend time together, away from the usual chaos and adventure. So, after a long day of laughter and exploration, the couple retreated to Y/N’s chambers—a room that felt like a world of its own, warm and filled with soft lighting and elegant time-locked décor.

The walls of the TARDIS were always alive with whispers of forgotten histories, the space itself echoing with voices of the past. But tonight, there was a special kind of quiet. The Doctor and Y/N were alone—or so they thought.

As they settled in, their clothes shed in the blink of an eye, both of them found themselves basking in the joy of simply being. The Doctor, with his eternal curiosity and boyish grin, was completely captivated by his wife, as he always was. He adored every curve of her form, every little movement she made, as though each one was a piece of a grand, beautiful puzzle. Y/N, for her part, couldn't stop gazing at him, the light of her own heart reflected in the warmth of her eyes.

“Are you sure about this, love?” the Doctor whispered with a playful smile, his voice low and filled with mischief. “The Ponds are just next door, after all.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, a mischievous grin creeping onto her face. "Are you embarrassed, my dear Doctor?" she teased, her hands sliding across his chest.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "Not embarrassed, no. Just... cautious. They might not appreciate the sounds that come with certain... activities."

At this, Y/N chuckled softly, her lips brushing against his as she pulled him closer. "Let them hear. We’re both adults. And it’s not as though they’ve never heard... strange things aboard the TARDIS before."

The Doctor’s breath caught as Y/N's hands explored further, igniting a familiar warmth within him. The Doctor's usual restraint began to slip away as the years of companionship, love, and desire between them blurred into an undeniable intensity. It had always been like this for them—an endless, passionate connection. Y/N knew how to keep the Doctor grounded, to make him feel things he’d forgotten were possible, even as he so often got caught up in the rush of adventure.

But what neither of them had noticed was that the Ponds, Amy and Rory, were just on the other side of the wall. Their own rooms, while separate, were close enough that the sounds of the TARDIS could carry. The Ponds had, in fact, stayed up a little later than usual, curious about the absence of their friend, the Doctor. They had decided to retire to their own chambers, though not without their own playful banter in the corridors.

However, the unexpected sounds from next door quickly piqued their curiosity. At first, it was the faintest murmur—just the rustling of sheets, an occasional giggle—but then it became unmistakable.

Amy shot a glance at Rory, raising an eyebrow. “Do you hear that?”

Rory groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I do. And I’m really not sure I needed to.”

“Come on,” Amy whispered, her voice teasing, “They’ve been married for centuries, you know. You can’t blame them for a little... private time.”

“I don’t mind that part,” Rory muttered. “It’s just the sounds... We’re practically right next door.”

There was a long pause before Amy gave a dramatic sigh. “Fine, we’re not gonna be able to sleep through this. We should just—"

Another, louder sound interrupted her. A noise unmistakably of the Doctor and Y/N’s affectionate nature, echoed through the walls.

Rory winced. “I’m just going to pretend this isn’t happening.”

“I wish I could,” Amy replied dryly. “But I’ll be honest, it’s kind of funny. They’re like teenagers, even after all these years.”

Meanwhile, back in Y/N's chamber, the Doctor had surrendered completely to the moment, his hands gently pulling Y/N closer, as their shared laughter and soft, intimate whispers filled the room. Neither of them noticed the Ponds’ discomfort—or perhaps they simply didn’t care.

Y/N’s breath hitched as the Doctor’s lips found their way to her neck, trailing soft kisses that left a heat in their wake. "You always make me feel like the universe is mine to conquer," she whispered breathlessly, her fingers tangling in his wild hair.

"That's because it is," the Doctor murmured, pressing a final kiss against her skin. "And so are you."

The moment deepened, and the world outside seemed to blur as the couple shared the timeless connection that had always been the heart of their marriage. A connection that no time or distance could ever sever.

Outside their chambers, Amy and Rory lay awake in their own quiet chambers, the sounds of the Doctor and Y/N’s intimate exchange still echoing in their ears.

Amy chuckled softly. "Well, it’s not like we didn't know what they were like."

“I really wish I didn’t know this much,” Rory groaned, his face red. “But it’s... it’s the Doctor. And I guess I’ll never get used to him having a wife.”

Amy snickered again, then shrugged. “Maybe we should let them be. They deserve this. After 700 years, I think they’ve earned a bit of peace... even if it is loud peace.”

As Y/N and the Doctor's passion deepened, the once-soft sounds that had escaped their chamber now became unmistakable. Every sigh, every soft gasp, every low moan reverberated through the walls with an intensity neither of them had fully realized.

Y/N's hands roamed, fingers tracing patterns on the Doctor's skin as the heat between them grew. Her breath quickened, her body responding to his every touch, and the sound of her increasing pleasure filled the air.

"Oh... Doctor," she breathed, her voice growing louder, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with the rush of her heart. "You make me feel so—"

Her words faltered as another soft moan left her lips, echoing in the quiet of the room, growing louder with every movement.

Back in the next room, Amy and Rory were both lying wide awake, trying to ignore the unmistakable noises coming from the room beside them. Amy was quiet, her face a mixture of amusement and mild embarrassment, her eyes wide as she stared at the ceiling.

Rory, however, had no such restraint. He sat up abruptly, his face turning a shade of crimson as another loud, almost breathless sound from Y/N broke the silence.

“Ugh, oh my—” Rory groaned, pressing his palms hard against his ears, his face twisted in discomfort. “Ew, ew, ew!”

Amy bit her lip, fighting back a laugh. “Oh, come on. It’s not that bad. You knew they were married, right? Married for 700 years.”

Rory gave her a horrified look, still desperately trying to block out the noise. “That doesn’t make it less weird. It’s the Doctor. And Y/N.” He shuddered at the thought, throwing himself back onto the bed with a huff. “Why is it always so loud when it’s them?”

“I don’t know,” Amy admitted with a chuckle, shaking her head. “But it’s kind of... endearing in its own way, isn’t it? I mean, they’ve been through so much together, and yet they still have this spark. It’s... it's nice.”

"Nice?!" Rory repeated, his hands still over his ears. “How is this nice? This is not how I imagined our nights would go after traveling with the Doctor.”

Amy snorted, unable to keep a straight face. "Get used to it. It's the TARDIS, Rory. It's always a bit... chaotic."

But Rory wasn’t done. Another loud moan from Y/N’s side made him freeze again, this time groaning loudly and tossing a pillow over his head in defeat. “I’m just... going to pretend I didn’t hear anything and hope it ends soon,” he muttered, still cringing.

Amy just shook her head in exasperation, though she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. “Poor Rory... You’re never going to escape the Doctor's adventures in any form, are you?”

As the sounds continued to fill the TARDIS, the Doctor and Y/N remained blissfully unaware of the chaos they were inadvertently causing just next door. The love between them, so deep and timeless, only grew stronger, as though the years and the distance between the two hearts had melted into one single, continuous beat.

The Ponds tried—and failed—to ignore the sounds from the next room, they couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

The tension in the room next door was thick with anticipation, and as Y/N took a deep breath, her confidence surged. She wasn’t going to let this moment slip away, not when she had the Doctor so completely by her side. He had been the one to always lead them on adventures, but tonight, she would take control, and she would make sure he remembered this night, this moment, forever.

Y/N’s hands slid down his chest, her fingers lingering along the edges of his ribcage before she gently pushed him back, urging him to lie on the bed beneath her. The Doctor’s eyes widened, surprised by the sudden shift in the dynamic, but he quickly gave in, the trust between them unwavering.

"You know, love," Y/N murmured, her voice low and sultry as she straddled him. "As much as I love it when you take the lead, sometimes it's my turn."

The Doctor's breath hitched, a mixture of curiosity and excitement filling his eyes as he watched her. "I didn’t think you needed my permission for anything, Mrs. Time Lord," he replied with a grin, but the teasing tone was gone, replaced by a deep sense of admiration.

Y/N’s eyes sparkled, her movements growing bolder. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "You’re right, I don’t need permission. I’m just going to show you how much I’ve learned in all these years."

As she took control, the room filled with the sounds of her actions—whispers of her soft moans, the sound of her lips against his, and the way she moved, in rhythm with a confidence that only came from years of loving and being loved in return. Each of her movements was deliberate, calculated, and intoxicating, and it sent shockwaves through both her and the Doctor, the intensity rising between them.

Meanwhile, in the room next door, Amy and Rory were utterly shocked, staring at the ceiling as the sounds from the adjacent chamber grew even louder. Amy could barely suppress her laughter, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel a little... impressed.

“What... what is happening over there?” Rory gasped, his face still bright red as he sat up again, struggling to keep his mind away from the sounds now practically echoing in their own room.

“I think we’ve crossed into a whole new level of... TARDIS awkwardness,” Amy whispered, her wide eyes never leaving the ceiling. "I didn’t know that was even possible between them."

Rory was almost in a state of disbelief, his hands trembling as he buried his face in his palms. “I thought they were just a couple. But now it sounds like... like this...”

Amy turned her head slowly toward him, arching an eyebrow. “You thought? Did you honestly think they were just holding hands and sharing stories in their room, Rory? They've been together for centuries. You really think it was all chaste?”

Rory shot her a look of pure exasperation. “I... I don’t know! I guess I didn’t think about it! It’s just... they’ve been so refined about things around us before.”

“Refined?” Amy asked with a raised eyebrow. “You’re really calling them ‘refined’ right now?”

Rory groaned, shoving the pillow over his head again as if trying to drown out the noise. “Why does it have to be so loud?”

But Amy, despite the discomfort, was starting to appreciate the deep, undeniable connection that the Doctor and Y/N shared. She gave a soft, almost wistful sigh. "It’s... kind of beautiful, isn’t it? They’ve been through so much, but they still have this... energy. Like it’s still new for them. They’re a bit like... like a couple of kids in love."

Rory didn’t answer right away, but he was starting to begrudgingly agree. Sure, the noises were... uncomfortable to say the least, but the Doctor and Y/N’s bond was undeniable, and it was something that had survived countless timelines and impossible situations. Maybe, just maybe, the TARDIS had its own magic that made the extraordinary extra intense.

Just then, the wall between the rooms shook slightly as another louder moan from Y/N echoed through. Rory, in sheer embarrassment, shouted, “I CAN’T! PLEASE, CAN’T THEY JUST...?”

But Amy, unfazed now, simply turned to look at him with an amused smirk. “You know, Rory, I think at this point... we’re going to have to let them have their fun.”

Rory glanced at her, horrified. “Let them? No one is letting them anything! I didn’t sign up for a front-row seat to this.”

But it wasn’t just Rory who was in shock. Amy, despite herself, couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sounds of the Doctor and Y/N’s unrestrained connection. It was raw. It was real. It was something only they could share.

Meanwhile, back in Y/N's room, the Doctor’s breath hitched once more as his wife continued to take control, guiding them with a boldness he hadn’t seen in a while. Her every movement sent waves of pleasure rippling through him, and the deep connection they shared only grew stronger with every second.

"Y/N..." the Doctor groaned, his voice full of awe as he held onto her, his hands grazing her skin with a tenderness that matched the intensity of the moment. "I had no idea..."

Y/N’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “I’m full of surprises, my love,” she whispered, her voice dripping with playful confidence. “And tonight, I intend to show you just how much.”

The night was a slow dance of passion, each of them moving together in perfect harmony, but just as Y/N’s confidence had reached its peak, the Doctor’s hand found its place at her waist, his touch possessive yet tender. His eyes glinted with that familiar spark of mischief, and before she could fully comprehend what was happening, he flipped their positions, his actions swift and sure.

Y/N gasped, her breath catching as he expertly maneuvered them, his strength taking over as he leaned down, placing soft, teasing kisses on her neck. “You’re adorable when you take control,” he murmured against her skin, his voice full of warmth and playful teasing. “But let me remind you who’s the one who’s been around for several lifetimes.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, a mixture of shock and excitement dancing across her face. She could see the familiar mischievous glint in his eyes as he took her by the wrists, pinning them to the bed with a firmness that sent a thrill coursing through her body. The Doctor wasn’t rough, not at all, but his power was unmistakable. The room seemed to shrink around them as he kissed her deeply, completely in control now.

The sudden change in momentum caught Y/N off guard, but the desire in her heart only flared hotter. As the Doctor slowly moved with purpose, his lips trailing over her skin, she couldn’t help but let out a series of louder moans. She had long since lost herself to him, to their connection, to the magic of the moment. Every brush of his lips, every movement of his hands, only heightened her pleasure.

“Doctor... ohh, yes,” Y/N’s voice grew louder, more urgent, her breath ragged as she arched into him, the tension rising between them, impossible to ignore.

On the other side of the wall, Amy and Rory, once curious, were now trapped in an awkward and intense silence. Rory, however, was not as amused as his wife. His face was a shade of red that could rival a tomato, and his hands were once again pressed firmly over his ears, but the sounds from the next room were far too loud to escape.

“Oh no,” Rory groaned, his head sinking back into his pillow as if trying to retreat into the fabric of the TARDIS itself. “I can’t... I can’t...”

Another loud moan—one that echoed through the walls—caused Rory to sit bolt upright, his face a perfect picture of pure disgust. “Please, not again,” he muttered. “I thought we were done with this.”

Amy turned to him, biting back a grin. “You really are going to have to learn to live with this. They’re... married, Rory. They’ve been together for centuries. You think they’re just going to stop?”

Rory shot her an incredulous look. “I’m not complaining about them being married! It’s just the sounds. Why does it have to be so... loud?”

“Because,” Amy said, settling back into her pillow with a slight chuckle, “the Doctor and Y/N have passion. Have you noticed how good they are together? They’re like... well, like a couple of teenagers who never stop falling in love.”

Rory looked at her, horrified. “Do not compare them to teenagers! I can’t handle it.”

Just then, a particularly loud sound from the next room had Rory squeezing his eyes shut in sheer mortification. He couldn’t help himself; his body shuddered as he pressed the pillow over his face, trying to block out the echoing moans that seemed to seep through the walls. The noises were getting louder, more urgent, as if Y/N and the Doctor were no longer aware of the walls that separated them, as if they had forgotten—or perhaps, didn’t care—that anyone else existed.

“Ughh, please!” Rory nearly shouted into the pillow, his voice muffled but full of genuine distress. “It’s everywhere! I’m done. I can’t take it!”

Amy, trying to keep a straight face, turned toward him with a sympathetic look. "I told you the TARDIS has a way of making things... interesting. Just wait for the next adventure. You’ll be fine."

Rory’s eyes were wide, and his face was still flushed. “I’m just... I’m done.” He groaned loudly, staring at the ceiling as if he could will the noise away.

Meanwhile, Y/N, in her own chamber, was nearing the edge of something—something that made her body tremble and pulse with anticipation. The Doctor was in control, guiding her toward the brink with his every movement. Each of her loud gasps and moans sent shockwaves through her as she reached a new height of bliss.

“Doctor...,” she whimpered as her body quivered in response to his touch. “Oh... Doctor...”

Her voice grew even louder, as if no one else existed, as if the universe itself was holding its breath. Her back arched, and the walls of the TARDIS seemed to resonate with her energy, vibrating with the passion shared between them.

In the room next door, Rory, whose face was still buried in the pillow, felt his whole body tense, and he gave a low, muffled groan. "Nope, nope, nope, this is too much," he muttered desperately.

Amy turned on her side, now genuinely laughing under her breath. “You might want to learn to tune it out, love. It’s just the Doctor and Y/N being... well, the Doctor and Y/N.”

But the sounds only seemed to intensify, becoming an undeniable soundtrack to their night. Y/N’s voice—louder now, as she gave herself entirely to the moment—echoed through the TARDIS like a melody of pure, unfiltered pleasure.

Managed to get a clip of Curly's screaming when you cut his leg off, because I wanted to. Warning for.. screaming, of course. I wanted to see If I could try and pinpoint his voice a bit, since Wrongorgan said in a Q.A That he was going to be british, and that you could probably still hear some of it. I wanted to study this, and I'm going to be studying every little thing about this game from now on it seems.

Back in the Vampire Diaries days, Ian Somerhalder gave some interview where he talks about asking out a co-worker who turned him down and "it was the right choice" and the rumor was that it was Kat Graham. Which made sense with how affectionate and obsessed with her he was.

Jeremy and Ayo always had the same vibe for me. They clicked pretty immediately, had nothing but great things to say about each other, and had very visible chemistry - but it's inherently messy because that chemistry was when he was still married. And then he got divorced at some point and jumped into like 3 other relationships. Ayo had her own relationships going on. Assuming their periods of singledom overlapped (...i mean, even if they didn't), I could see Jeremy making a move because clearly, he has no hang ups about dating co-stars and I could see Ayo turning him down based off everything she's said about dating co-stars and how she generally tries to keep her romantic life private vs Mr Pap Walk.