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fortheloveofwonderland · 11 months

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Pick up the phone, I know I’m drunk again. And you know my intentions ‘cause it’s 2am - Ancient History by Set It Off

Hello, could you make one of Spencer x reader, please?

Hello love, hope you like it!

Ancient History

Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Summary - After you and Spencer break up, you just can’t seem to stay away from each other. But casual sex with the person you love will only do more harm than good, so you have to decide if you have a future together or if your relationship is fated to be ancient history.

CW - mentions of 15x6 Date Night, breakups, mentions of casual sex but no my graphic, drinking, angst, make ups.

WC - 2.6k

Spencer Reid had never been good at separating the intimate from his emotions.

Maybe it was due to him being well into his twenties the first time he slept with a woman. Or perhaps it was just the fact that his heart was too big for his own good.

Whatever the reason, he’d never been one for casual sex. He didn’t do hook ups or one night stands. He needed to have some kind of emotional connection with a woman before he could fall into bed with them.

And it wasn’t exactly as though that had changed, things were just…complicated.

It had taken months of dating before you and Spencer took your relationship to that level, but once you did it was difficult to keep your hands off of each other.

Spencer had felt connected to you in ways he’d never felt with anyone else before you’d even slept together for the first time. And after, the link had grown so intrinsic it was likely to never break.

He felt as though he was just as in tune with you as he was himself, like your souls were entwined on some kind of cosmic level even his impressive brain couldn’t fathom.

But after you’d had to witness him standing in his doorway kissing a hit woman who had kidnapped his mother and had him locked up, your three year relationship came to an abrupt end.

He’d tried to reason with you, to explain he’d been doing it to save a family and no other reason. But you’d seen the way he’d kissed her, the way he gripped her so tightly as though he was afraid she may crumble to dust. The way he looked completely dumbfounded afterwards, like Cat’s kiss had erased every single one of his brain cells.

There was no denying that kind of chemistry, try as he might. You’d tried to let it go but every time you closed your eyes you saw him and Cat together. And so for your own sanity you had to walk away.

But you never could shake the memories that rain inside. And neither could Spencer.

He missed everything about you but it quickly became clear to him that he desperately yearned for you and your body.

Spencer had never had a sexual relationship last so long, or in fact any relationship, but he felt as though he was dying without your touch.

Once the storm had settled the two of you met up for coffee and somehow you’d ended your meeting with a mutual understanding.

You didn’t trust Spencer the way you used to but you both agreed you missed the intimacy. And so the two of you made an arrangement that meant you still got to keep the physical aspect of your relationship without the strings and commitment.

And maybe if Spencer wasn’t so in love with you he wouldn’t have agreed to it. But if he could only have one part of you then so be it. It would have to be enough.

He pretended it was right but deep down he knew how wrong it was. But every time you called he answered. And when he called, you did the same in return.

Spencer tried to stem his loneliness with alcohol, hoping maybe it would take away some of the desperation he felt just to be near you. But more often than not it didn’t work and he would find himself pacing the street with his phone to his ear.

Pick up the phone, I know I’m drunk again, but please pick up the phone.

And of course you always did, and you always knew his tensions at two am.

Maybe you were under thinking part-time thrills, not focusing on the bigger picture because you would both get swept up in the pleasure.

It was hard to think logically when Spencer had you pinned to the bed under the weight of his body, yet making you feel lighter than air with his touch.

He knew how to drive you wild and you knew how to make him smile. Your bodies moved together in such an impossibly perfect rhythm, like a choreographed dance, the moves for which were embedded deep inside your souls.

It was too hard to quit something that just felt this right. Even if Spencer did inadvertently leave a small fragment of his heart behind in your bed each time.

A storm was surely advancing, but Spencer ignored it. Instead he would get drunk and call you at two am and end up between your sheets.

Every time it became more difficult to drag himself away from you. When the haze of pleasure wore off and he had to prize himself out of your bed it often felt like those sheets were holding him captive.

But he would get dressed and take his leave as you whispered from the bed, see you next time.

It was all fun and games until inevitably you would both get hurt. You played with fire because you loved the way it burned. But there was no use patching up a sinking ship, sometimes you just had to know when to admit defeat.

And so Spencer stopped drinking, stopped allowing his lowered inhibitions from picking at the phone again. But then you showed up at his apartment in the middle of the night and his resolve melted.

It chipped pieces of him away each time one of you had to leave after spending the night together. He started to feel used, like all he was good for was sex and it caused indentations on his heart from where it continuously took beatings.

Deep down he’d hoped if he kept this up then things would go back to how they used to be, that you’d forgive him, learn to trust him again.

Perhaps that made him naive, idealistic to believe just because he couldn’t separate the intimate from the emotional that you couldn’t either.

After a while it all just felt like a vicious, self-destructive cycle and he had to break it. As much as he loved you, as much as he’d thought getting to be with you in any capacity was worth it, it hurt too much. It would end up taking too much from him and he’d never recover.

He would never be able to begin to heal while the two of you were still playing this game. Spencer needed you to be his ancient history.

But once again you showered up on his doorstep in the middle of the night and he let you in. He didn’t argue when you started to kiss him or when you began removing his clothes.

He put up no fight when you led him to his bedroom and you both climbed on the bed. He was completely complicit in the activities that followed.

But once it was over and you almost immediately freed yourself from between his sheets and started dressing, Spencer’s heart took the final blow it could handle.

He sat up in bed, pulling the sheets over himself to shield his naked body and watched as you got back in your clothes. And the words seemed to come tumbling out of his mouth before he’d realised he was going to vocalise them.

“This is the last time we do this. This has to be the last time.” He hated the pain in his voice, the way he sounded like a small, frightened child.

You pulled your t-shirt over your head and slowly turned to face him.

“What? Why?” You frowned at him. “Why would you say that?”

Did you really not know? Surely you knew him well enough to see the hurt in his eyes every time you walked away from him. It didn’t take a profiler to see how much agony this caused him.

“This is breaking me, Y/N.” He shook his head. “Every time we do this it hurts me more than the last. I can’t keep watching you leave when all I want is for you to stay.”

“Spencer,” you sighed almost as though you were frustrated. “It’s just sex.”

“It can never be just sex with the woman I love, the woman I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.” He swung his legs out of the bed and hurriedly pulled his boxers on before standing up.

“Spence, come on. It doesn’t need to be complicated.” You rolled your eyes.

“You know who I really am and it’s not this.” He folded his arms over his bare chest. “I know I hurt you and I’m sorry for that. And maybe there is some sick part of me that enjoyed that kiss with Cat. Maybe there always has been some twisted part of my brain that’s never been able to let her go. She's come so close to outsmarting me time and time again and perhaps I like that in a weird way. But you also know that I love you with every beat of my heart. And you seem to know how to break it so well.”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to look at you the same.” You confessed. “The second the endorphins wear off and I’m just laying here next to you, it all comes flooding back to me. All I can see when I look at you is that damn kiss.”

“I think what we’re doing…it’s more damaging than anything. It fools me into believing that we can have more again. And if all we’re ever going to have is sex then I have to end it. It’s not enough for me Y/N. It would hurt less to have nothing from you than only have one small part of you.” His arms fell back to his sides and he turned away from you, feeling the tears burning his eyes.

For a moment or two the room descended into an all consuming silence. Spencer fought against his tears, not wanting you to see how much pain this was causing him. He didn’t feel like he deserved to be hurt, not after what he’d done to you.

You knew as well as he did that this was a foolish idea. Truthfully it hurt you just as much every time you had to leave him. Getting to be close to him filled your heart with joy but as soon it was over the pain set in again.

You wished you could find a way to forgive him for making out with Cat, wished you could foresee a day when you wouldn’t still feel so betrayed by it.

Logically you knew he’d only done what he did to save a family but you also knew on some level he’d enjoyed the excuse to kiss her.

And maybe if it had been anyone other than the woman responsible for putting him in prison and kidnapping his mother it could have been easier to reconcile. But the hardest part of it all for you to wrap your head around was how he could do such a thing with a woman who had effectively ruined his life over and over again.

It said more about his morals than anything. He said he’d done it because he thought it was the only way to get what he needed out of her but you both knew there were other ways. And you were sure you’d never be able to forgive him for it.

After a while you exhaled heavily, knowing he was right as much as you didn’t want to admit it. In the long run this was only going to hurt more than just letting each other go.

“I guess I should go then.” Your voice wobbled a little as you spoke.

“I think it’s for the best.” He agreed without turning to look at you.

You collected the rest of your things in silence and he didn’t once glance at you as you did so. Even when you left the room and headed to the front door, Spencer forced himself not to look, not to speak. He was this close to begging you to stay.

But he said nothing.

And maybe you were destined to be his ancient history.

Except the thing about history was that it had a habit of repeating itself.

Several months of radio silence on both your parts followed that night until you’d bumped into each other at a local bookstore.

The hurt was still there but it had lessened and actually you found seeing one another again was a breath of fresh air.

You agreed to meet again for coffee the following week.

Over subsequent meetings a beautiful friendship blossomed between you. You were able to hang out without falling into bed with one another and although there was still some residual pain, being friends worked out nicely for you both.

But then one day you woke up and all the trust you’d lost in Spencer seemed to have returned; all the feelings you’d had about that kiss with Cat seemingly vanished.

Maybe all you’d needed was time to process it and move past it. And the more you thought about it the more trivial it all seemed.

You loved Spencer, even now you loved him just as much if not more than you had. Letting one stupid mistake get in the way of what could be the best thing that ever happened to you now felt so idiotic.

It had really been second nature when after having lunch together and you walked outside to say your goodbyes, you’d leaned in and kissed him.

When you pulled back Spencer averted his gaze, shoving his hands in his pockets and taking a step backwards.

“Y/N…” he whispered your name under his breath. “Don’t…please don’t.”

“I don’t even know what came over me.” You suddenly felt awash with discomfort. “I’m so sorry.”

“I love being your friend.” He looked back at you, chewing on his lip. “But it’s still hard sometimes. We can’t fall back into that old pattern, it’s too painful.”

“I…I…” you stumbled over your words. “Spence?”

“Yeah?” He swallowed.

“I don’t wanna be your friend.” You shrugged. “And I don’t wanna just sleep with you. I want it all, Spence. I want what we had.”

His eyes conveyed his sadness and he inhaled sharply through his nose.

“So do I.” He nodded. “But I hurt you and you can’t forgive me for that, I get it.”

“See that’s the thing,” you stepped closer to him. “I think I have forgiven you.”

His face contorted into confusion as he scrutinised you curiously. He ruminated on your words, you could all but see the cogs turning in his head.

He didn’t seem to believe you and you didn’t blame him for that. You stepped even closer and removed his hands from his pockets, holding them in your own.

“Y/N,” his voice and his hands both trembled. “Please don’t say that unless you mean it. I can’t go through the pain of losing you again.”

“I do mean it, Spencer. I’m not mad anymore, and I know I can trust you with my life.” You gave his hands a soft squeeze.

“I…I’m so sorry for the thing with Cat. You have no idea how sorry I am.”

“I’ve got a pretty good idea.” You offered him a smile. “I love you, Spence. Some dumb kiss is not a good enough reason for us not to be together.”

“I love you too. S-so much.” He stuttered, tears misting his vision.

“Good.” You laughed lightly, leaning in and capturing his lips once again.

He removed his hands from yours so he could wrap his arms around you, holding you close to him where you belonged.

He knew he’d never do anything to risk losing you again. You were his present and you were his future; not his ancient history.

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multifandomlover01 · 6 months

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Spencer Reid x Wife!Reader (implied BAU!Reader as well)

WC: ~1.7k

Warnings: not technically smut but to err on the side of caution, I’d encourage minors not to interact with this; married couple showering together and touching each other, Spencer’s wife giving him a boner but not intentionally, mention of Cat groping Spencer, Cat Adams herself is just a general warning bc she’s icky, a suggestive comment or two/smuty idea implication; Spencer saying he’d kill Cat himself if he could

Disclaimer: I haven’t watched the ep…I literally wrote this after watching a clip on YouTube from the ep lol; very anti Cat Adams, very canon divergent, Maxine doesn’t exist, no reason is explicitly given for why Spencer has to go on the date, then and I hate to say like JJ’s family (Henry and or Will) is in danger bc trauma is trauma and icky still but it’s not super important what takes the place of canon tbh

Summary: Spencer comes home and basks in the comfort of a shower and his wife after his final ordeal with Cat Adams (his wife is a BAU agent and just kinda peaced out after it’s suggested he go out on a date with her bc she’s had enough of Cat and her bullshit)

Ep: 15x6

Gif credit: vivienvalentino

You were already fast asleep when Spencer got home. He was physically and emotionally exhausted from being manipulated by and from manipulating Cat. You’d refused to stay and have her taunt you like Emily suggested you do and what do you know it didn’t matter anyway. You refused to spend another second in that woman’s presence. And you hated that Spencer had to. And he did too. But he had to. She taunted him about his wife the whole time. He had to keep himself from strangling her again. It took all the strength he had.

He took a shower to rid himself of Cat’s perfume and the general icky feeling he felt after being with her. You heard the shower going and woke up, padding out of the bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom. You lightly pushed the door open.

“Spence?” You asked, your voice soft.

Spencer’s heart melted when he heard your voice.

“Baby?” He asked as he pulled the shower curtain back, wanting to see you, a hint of worry in his voice. The last time he’d seen you, you were justifiably very angry.

“Emily called me. Everything went ok?”

Spencer frowned as he was reminded of what he’d just done.

“Yeah. Fine. I’m just…glad to be home now.” He smiled.

“I’m glad you’re home too…you ok?”

Spencer’s heart melted again. He thought you were the one he should be asking that. The fact that he was the one who was forced to go do what he did wasn’t registering with him right now. He was home with his wife now and everything was alright.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’m home. With you. Everything is fine.” He smiled and it was supposed to be reassuring but it was clear to you that the mission had not left him.

“You sure?” You stepped further into the bathroom.

“I…I will be fine, I promise. Come here, angel, I just wanna be with you right now.”

“But…you’re showering…”

“So?” He shrugs.

“You want me to…shower with you?”

“I just wanna hold you, sweetheart.” He sighs. “Come on, take your clothes off and come here…please?” He was giving you the puppy dog eyes that you never learned to resist, like you’d even tried.

You nodded and began taking your clothes off. Spencer watched you intently, a mixture of love and lust in his expression.

Once fully divested of your clothes, you step into the shower and once you’re fully inside, Spencer wraps his arms around you. It’s not a tight embrace. It’s not meant to hurt. It’s only meant to remind him that you’re there and that he loves you and that you love him. And he needs the reminder right now that there’s someone he loves that loves him.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He murmurs against your neck as he has his face buried in it.

“I know, Spencer, I know. I love you too.”

He rubs his hands up and down your back, occasionally they dip down, focusing on your waist or hips.

“I thought about you the whole time.”

“You…what?”

“The whole time I was with her, I was only thinking about you, about this.”

A sense of what almost feels like sick joy but really isn’t goes through you as he says “her” with venom, not even being able to bring himself to say her name.

“Yeah? Did you touch her?”

Spencer groans, knowing where you’re going with this and why you’re doing it, but still hating being forced to think about it and answer you.

“Yes. I did. I hated it. Thought about touching you the whole time…wanted her to be you. That’s why I’m showering, I feel dirty for what I had to do and say. You should wash my mouth out with soap.”

You chuckle.

“We don’t have to do that, baby.”

“I feel like I should repent for what I’ve done.”

“Ooh, don’t use that word, it gives me ideas.” You grin.

“Oh? Really? What kind of ideas, dear?” He grins as well.

“Ones that would probably give my father a heart attack.”

“Well we wouldn’t want to do that…” he frowns.

“You don’t have to repent, baby, you’re fine.”

“I feel awful.” His frown deepens.

“It’s not as if you wanted to do it.”

“I still did it.”

“Only because you were forced to, hon.”

“I hated every minute of it. I had to be with her instead of you. I had to listen to her taunt me about it. I had to listen to her insult you.” Spencer was getting more worked up with each passing word that left his mouth, his hands moving faster over your body, grabbing it some too.

“Hey, hey, hey, baby, it’s ok, it’s ok.” You pull away from the embrace and cup his face gently. “It’s all over now. You’re here with me now and you want to be. That’s all that matters. I love you and you love me.”

Spencer looks in your eyes for any hint of deception and isn’t surprised that he finds none. It’s such a stark contrast to looking into Cat’s eyes. Being with you is like the opposite of being with her and that’s what Spencer likes about being with you. There is no deception, no games, just honesty and truth and love.

Spencer’s hands travel down your waist to your butt and he kneads the flesh there.

“Well hello.” You smile up at him.

He pulls you closer to him and it’s then that you can feel something that you hadn’t even noticed before.

“Oh…um…”

“It wasn’t like this before I saw you naked and was holding you against me.” He smirks at you, telling you that the sight and feel of you being naked had gotten him hard.

“I uh…I know, I believe you.”

“She groped me.” He hisses.

“She…what?!” You ask, horrified.

“She was taunting me about her giving me a boner which she absolutely hadn’t and she groped me.”

“Baby, should we be uh…doing this right now then? Should I give you some space?” You asked, now extremely worried about him and just how much of a psychological impact this date might have had on him.

“No!” Spencer’s panicked voice and him clutching you shocks you. He buries his head in your neck again, kissing it lightly. “I need you, sweetheart, please.” He pleads, his voice breaking.

“Ok…ok…” Spencer’s begging and his voice cracking breaks your heart.

“Thank you, thank you.” He kisses your collarbone and your shoulder. His hands roam your body.

“She said such horrible things about you and I just had to stand there like an idiot and take it!” His hands run up your waist and down to your hips, where he squeezes as he says the word “take”.

You don’t ask him what she said about you because you don’t need to nor want to know. You knew it was probably horrible and you didn’t need to know the specifics and you didn’t want to make Spencer tell you.

“Couldn’t even defend you against her. Had to keep up the stupid act.” Spencer is now crying softly against your shoulder and you are rubbing your hands up and down his back soothingly.

“It doesn’t matter now. She doesn’t matter. Nothing she said was true and none of it matters.”

“God, I wanted to kill her.”

“Well…that’s happening anyway.” You chuckle lightly.

“I know. Doesn’t change the fact that I wish I could do it.”

“Spence…you don’t mean that…” you say, his words worrying you slightly.

“I do mean it. I hate her. I wanna kill her with my bare hands. I swear to god if she’d called me “Spencie” just one more time, I would’ve.”

The conviction with which he says this scares you.

Spencer does not care about his attitude right now. He only cares about you. His hands continue to roam over your body as he kisses your neck. After a minute or two, he gets more aggressive, kneading and squeezing your hips, waist, thighs and butt instead of just running his hands along your skin, nibbling your neck instead of kissing it.

Soft moans escape you as he continues.

“Mmm…you like that, baby?”

“Yeah…I do…I love you so much, Spence.”

“I love you too. My wedding band make it back here alright?”

It takes you a second to remember that he’d taken his wedding band off and given it to you for safe keeping, fearing Cat might do something to it. But it only brought on more taunting from her. But Spencer would take that over her getting it from him somehow and throwing it or god forbid swallowing it so he’d lose it. He wanted Cat dead and he wasn’t going to let anything prevent her execution.

“Y-yeah…it’s on the nightstand.”

“Good. Thank you for taking it. Thank you for keeping it safe. I know this situation wasn’t easy for either of us, but thank you for not causing a scene.”

“It would’ve been pointless and quite childish of me. I know I protested a bit but I kinda just made a bit of a dust up and left but I understood what was at stake.”

“Be honest…how badly did you want to drag me back home with you?”

“Very badly.” You tell him sincerely as you look him in the eyes.

“Good. Let’s get out, dry off and move to the bed, huh?”

“You didn’t even actually shower, hon.” You chuckle as you realize it just now as he suggested getting out.

“I don’t care. I put body wash over myself. I got her smell off of me, that’s all I care about. I’ve held you. As far as I’m concerned, I’m cleansed of her.”

You chuckled. “Alright, Then.”

“Yeah?”

Spencer turns around to turn the water off.

He takes your hand and steps out of the shower and onto the bath mat.

“Shit. There’s only one towel. I didn’t realize I’d be getting naked and wet when I came in here. I didn’t grab another one.” You chuckle.

“Guess we’ll just have to share.”

Spencer takes the towel off of the shower rod and loops it around your waist, and pulls you flush to him, your bare bodies colliding. (Explain better; he wraps it around both of you basically or around your waist and pulls your body towards/into him)

“Oh. Hello again.” You smile as you put your hands on his chest to steady yourself and look up at him.

“Hello.” He said smiling down at you, his hazel eyes filled with love.

#criminal minds #spencer reid smut #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction

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ashwatchedeverygayshows · 2 years

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I just found out that not many people know about this

So, in 15x6, there’s a scene where Cas has a call with Dean after their ‘break up’

And well, their conversation did not really went well but Cas’s reaction is super cute, I was smiling the whole time.

Until this.

Dean hangs up the phone.

And

Cas

Started

Tear

……

I am going punch Dean in the freaking face

#supernatural #destiel #misha collins #spn #castiel #spn rewatch #dean and cas #Dean #Cas #deancas #Cas x Dean #Dean x Cas #Dean x Castiel

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winchestergifs · 1 month

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CASTIEL ✧ 15.6 GOLDEN TIME

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airkewld · 10 months

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dead-rabbit-comics · 8 months

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math

spent all day trying to puzzle out a weaving question and relearned many interesting things about permutation and combination and i think i finally drew the possibility tree that got me to understand why the results are what the results are. math.

feeling happy, stupid, smart and like i need a walk and a shower maybe but i'm putting it here because i'm bound to forget again sometime

if you have e.g. four possible ways of treadling (and sinking your shafts in a way both you and your loom prefer: in twos) how many unique sequences can you make?

the answer is 3! = 6

why? because the sequence is repeated it doesn't matter which treadle you start with. so if you pick one as a starting point and go through all of the different possibilities with that starting point this works out to be 3! = 3x2x1 = 6

because the sequence is what matters, the three remaining starting points will simply end up being repetitions of one of those six sequences.

thanks to the 8 hour detour i now also know what happens when i pick 4 out of 6 possible treadling options and repeat those WOW

actually 6 options, i choose 6 = 5! = 120 6 options, i choose 4 = 15 treadle combos of 4 and as learned before, each of these have 3! possible sequences so 15x6 = 90 possibilities - not that much of a difference to using all 6 :D

#weaving #yes it took me eight hours to understand why this is the way it is #it's because i needed 8 hours to figure out i had to draw this tree okay

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kamari333 · 11 months

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Longpost About Dream's House #1

With An Anthology of Dreams now complete, I get to yell a lot about the maps of Dream's House!

Spoilers for the fic if you haven't read it yet!

CW for Imperial measurements- I'm USAmerican and all my houses are measured in feet.

So we need to start at the beginning, with the original little cottage that Ink makes for Sci and Dream:

The original house is two stories, each one 53x30 feet (so 1590 sq ft), for a total of 3180 sq ft.

The first floor includes:

a livingroom (21x18 ft or 378 sq ft) that you enter from the front door

a bedroom for guests (17x9 ft or 153 sq ft)

a bathroom (which is also 17x9 ft or 153 sq ft)

a back room i call the foyer that the back door leaves from (16x10 ft or 160 sq ft)

a playroom (22x10 ft + a little extra 12x2, or 220 +24 extra sq ft)

a kitchen (15x20 ft or 300 sq ft)

a nice walk-in pantry (15x10 ft or 150 sq ft)

The second floor that you can reach from a staircase in the livingroom. The stairs are 2ft wide and 10ft long from the first to last step, but I have no idea what the height is. On the second floor we see:

3 bedrooms that are 11x10 ft (110 sq ft each; 330 sq ft total)

3 bedrooms that are 12x10 ft (120 sq ft each; 360 sq ft total)

an attic room that is 21x5 ft (105 sq ft)

It's not a mansion by any means, but it's pretty roomy for what was intended to be two people. This is probably the least unhinged thing Ink does in the entire fic: a perfectly reasonable little house, with maybe a bit more space than they strictly needed.

This is the house that Dream grows up in, starting at age 6 (notably celebrating his 7th birthday in it). On his 7th birthday they put a chicken coop in the pantry, and otherwise it stays like this for between three and four years.

Renovation #1

The first renovation happens when Dream is 10 years old, and it's a fairly minor one.

We have a basement now! It's Sci's Lab! Let's look at the features:

a staircase that is 10ft long from first to last step, and each step is 2ft wide

stairs take you down into an open room outside the lab itself, 12x14ft (168 sq ft)

the lab itself is 20x16 ft (320 sq ft)

two extensions to the lab, each 6x7 ft (42 sq ft)

This brings the basement to a total size of 572 sq ft.

Now, this is is all well and good. A fairly roomy workplace and sanctum for Sci to go down to and keep his experiments.

The 2nd floor has an expansion, 15x6 ft (90 sq ft) added to the end of the hall by Sci's room. 10x2 ft (20 sq ft) of that is taken up by the staircase that connects that space to the basement with Sci's lab.

This brings the house's total size to... 3842 sq ft.

It looks perfectly normal right?

Except.

That orange staircase, which connects Sci's lab to the 2nd floor, is the exact same size as the yellow staircase that connects the 2nd floor and the 1st floor.

Ink has, with this singular, innocuous gesture of helpfulness, completely distorted the space of the house, at least right there in that stairwell. We now have space that does not behave like normal space, and whether this is an inherent attribute of the Antivoid that Ink is exploiting, or an attribute of Ink's creations, we cannot definitively say with just this data alone.

It only gets more unhinged from here.

Now, for the first couple years of Dream's life here, Ink brings in new roommates about once a year or so.

Now, when Dream is 13, he himself makes a yard outside the house. The house, which was originally just sitting in the white of the Antivoid, changes to be surrounded by a limited area of yard. We see that the outside of the house, other than the addition of yard, has not changed despite the additional extension made on the 2nd Floor. Then Dream turn's 14, and he starts going out to find new people himself, starting with Hiphop in chapter 16.

Renovation #2

Then we have Renovation #2, which happens 6 months after Hiphop arrives (Dream's is still 14). Ink does this renovation too, and it's a tad bit bigger than the last one.

In Renovation #2, we get another whole ass floor! Let's look at this new floor:

essentially has two wings

The 1st Wing is 47x70 ft (3290 sq ft). for anyone counting, thats more than the entirety of the original house plan's size by itself.

The 2nd Wing is 10x28 ft (280 sq ft) plus 12x26 (312 sq ft), making the whole second wing 592 sq ft total

combined, this basically doubles the square footage of the house up to this point.

What the 1st Wing has:

a 20x20 ft Game Room [400 sq ft]

a 16x30 ft (Big) Room Full of Couches [480 sq ft]

a 20x10 ft Slightly Smaller Room Full of Couches [200 sq ft]

Another Room full of couches, this one 11x18 ft [198 sq ft]

an 11x10 ft bathroom [110 sq ft]

another extended Room Full of Couches, the bulk of which is 29x22 ft, but also includes a 6x10 ft hall space and a 3x4 ft hall space [638 sq ft; 60 sq ft; 12 sq ft; for a total of 710 sq ft]

a 2x2 ft hall closet [4 sq ft]

a 6x14 ft bedroom [84 sq ft]

a 12x8 ft bedroom [96 sq ft]

a 12x10 ft bedroom [120 sq ft]

a 21x10 ft bedroom [210 sq ft]

a 10x10 ft bedroom [100 sq ft]

a 16x10 ft bedroom [160 sq ft]

a 6x22 ft bedroom [132 sq ft]

a 9x8 ft bedroom [72 sq ft]

a 10x8 ft bedroom [80 sq ft]

a 16x8 ft bedroom [128 sq ft]

To sum this up: This first wing has 1588 sq ft just dedicated to couches. Thats it, couches. It has 1182 sq ft of actual bedrooms, and 1588 sq ft of couches. Imagine having a house with almost 400 sq ft more space for couches than beds. Unhinged, right? XD

What the 2nd Wing has:

that 10x28 ft open room labeled the Bitty Playroom

12 rooms that are all 4x4 ft [16 sq ft]

Other than this 2nd Wing clearly being sized for Bitties, including a 1ft wide curl of hallway connecting the open room to one of the couch rooms just for bitty travel, this wing is straightforward.

Put together, these two wings solve a lot of space issue. But the most notable (and infuriating) part of the design is the Doorway (drawn in yellow here) that connects the Bitty Wing to the 1st Wing. A door is in the north wall of the Big Room full of couches, and it opens in so that when you walk north through that door, you come out moving south into the bitty playroom. It is a portal door.

A completely unnecessary portal door.

Do you wanna know what else is completely unnecessary?

See the green staircase that leads down from this new floor? See how it leads down... to the 1st Floor? See how, just like the orange staircase to Sci's Basement lab, it's the exact same size as the yellow staircase that the original house uses to bridge the 1st Floor and 2nd Floor? This new floor is not a 3rd Floor, but a second 2nd Floor!

Let that sink in.

And then notice that while he was doing all of this, Ink quietly added a few things to the 1st Floor:

a 5x2 ft closet [10 sq ft] in that unused bit in the playroom's area

a 15x10 ft diningroom [150 sq ft] off the kitchen

Next then we move on to Renovation #3... which i will have to talk about... in the next part... because tumblr has a 10 image per post limit. See you in [Part 2]!

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