#italian kids games

[sayitaliano]

Italian car plates

How to recognize from where a car is? Maybe you've wondered this when you were walking around in Italy, or maybe not. Still, you can check from which area a car is, especially if you happen to see an old car (but even in some of the newest ones).

For example: AO = Aosta (yeah not someone yelling at you or hurting themselves) FI = Firenze (the farfallino alphabet? Another day) They're not all as easy as these, with the first two letters of the province's name: BZ = Bolzano (as the bee bzzz around you but stopping immediately) BS = Brescia (yeah nope, it's not the bs you were thinking about - how funny I am today... sorry) KR = Crotone (my all time fave cause of the K out of nowhere)

But it is cool cause at times not even Italians do remember the actual province for each letters' combination, cause it could be more than one. So we used to go on like this (either a monologue or a chat): "TR? Trapani? No Trapani should be TP...and Trento is TN right?... so...??? Terni!! TR is Terni" There are more of these in the link at the very bottom of this post, in case you're curious.

It was fun cause when I was little there was a game I used to make on long trips: put together the letters of the cars passing by and forming names or saying random stuff.

some of the most common were TO, MI, NO ..this combination could become TOMINO, a cheese name MINO, a name MITO (I was ahead of my time, seen the actual MI-TO connection) If a VA was passing by as well maybe followed by a NO, I had VANO = space or useless

You got the point ig. I'll stop here with the "weirdo Italian" part.

You can read the more serious history part under the keep reading link (cause plates have a very long and confused story) plus a fun note at the very bottom:

We started putting plates on the first cars (velocipedes too, actually) in the last years of 1800. It was applied on the car's side and it had the owner's name and the license number.

Few years after, in 1901, the plate had to be created by the owner and contain the extended Provincia's name (Genova, Milano, Napoli...) and the license number (e.g.: Torino 427 - which is one of the still existing plates). There are only a few plates from that age nowadays, and they're all exposed in different Italian Museums (two can be seen at the Museo dell'Automobile di Torino, e.g.).

Back then, nobody thought cars would have become so many. In 1905 it was decided to change plates once again: instead of the name of the province, there was a corresponding number in red, accompanied by a dash and another number in black, which represented the registration number of the car. (e.g. 55 - 101 was a car from Roma's area. Roma province's number was number 55 bc, in alphabetical order, Roma was the 55th province we had, until WWI).

In 1927, Mussolini changed the provinces' laws and even car plates' design. Each plate had to have two letters from the name of the capoluogo di provincia (most important city of the district), generally the first letter and then another one from the name* (exception made for Roma, which had the entire name, with the capital R as big as the digits), and then a progressive number from 1 to 999999 (after hitting which, we started useing letters). Plates started looking differently, being written in white on a black bg on the same line; then, as digits grew in number, we had two lines (square format) with the province's letters at the top and the 4 digits at the bottom (for 5 digits numbers, the first digit was put at the top after a dot near the province's letters).

(To see some more examples, check wikipedia)

Even colonies had to follow a similar pattern when putting plates on their cars.

After the end of WWII we see some changes: the emblem of the Italian Republic or of each "Regione Autonoma" was put on the plate as well. Trieste had a different approach because it wasn't part of Italy until 1954. Then we had some changes like the measures of the plate, a different way to write the characters on the front plate... From the 60s, we started producing plates that had 6 digits: for plates that didn't had 6 numbers, some 0s were put at the beginning (e.g. 4598 -> 004598). Between the 70s and the 80s, the provincia's letters (or name, for Roma), start to be colored in orange in the back's plate.

From the 1985 plates are again in metal (for a while we produced them in plastic, but plastic was easily ruined). Characters are written in black on a white reflecting bg. The front's plate almost becomes as big as the back plate, and has the same format: province's letters followed by digits (before, it was different, see pic above). We start seeing some letters also among digits.

From 1994 to 1999 we have the format made of a combination of letters and numbers: two letters at the beginning and at the end and three digits in the middle. There are combinations that are avoided in order to not create confusion (no letters I, O, Q and U also to avoid confusion with digits; no CC or CD or EE because these were used for Consular Corps, Diplomatics Corps and Foreign Excursionists). Combinations starting with ZA were only used in squared plates (genrally seen on off-roads vehicles).

New province created in 1992 (Biella, Verbano-Cusio-Ossola, Lodi, Lecco, Crotone, Vibo Valentia, Rimini and Prato) had still the chance to use the old format with the province's letters followed by the 6 digits for a bunch of cars (around 12000).

Not seeing the provincia's letters wasn't okay for many Italians so in 1999 we changed the format of the plate to the one with blue bands on the sides: National letter and European symbol on the left, and provincia's letters (that can be removed as they're stickers basically and honestly some Italians did removed them cause yeah, it's not always safe to visit a district for someone--- I will explain later on in another post) and the immatricolation's year on the right. This is the EU format. For the squared plates, we have the letters on the top, with the blue bands on its side, and digits at the bottom.

To be clear: numbers depends on the province's registration of the car (and letters belong on that same provincia). I mean you can live in a provincia but the car you are going to buy is registered in another, and that's fine (unless, as Imentioned, there are old feuds among the two... but it is no more so? Ig).

*Here you have the Province's corresponding digits (as at the beginning of 1900) and the Province's letters. Fun thing: Cuneo was supposed to be CU but "CU" in Piedmontese (and Lombard too) means "butt", so it was immediately changed to CN.

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[septemberkisses]

first celeb, outfit, quote, and aesthetic pic on ur pinterest is your vibe . thankyou for tagging me @ashstfu for tagging me, this was super fun <3

Tagging - @stuckinapril @feelslikeapricity @hauxtedbeauty @dark-romantics @greeksblog 🌸

#tag game #desi #italian summer #stray kids

[batfamiliar]

in all english dubs darcy says some variation of "bloom's gotten tough", but i greatly enjoy polish dub's "she's stronger than she used to be" with the emphasis on "used to be" because it implies darcy's talking about much older events in season 1, instead of just the recent ones like bloom training on pyros or just in general

#i don't think that was the intention bc in italian its something like “our friend is very tenacious” #so they haven't even meant it as “bloom so strong now after the training on pyros” #which means italian -> english -> polish game of telephone produced this #i watched this fight religiously as a kid and that was my favorite moment #i was like there is some intense energy between bloom and icy i cannot describe but it fascinates me #the energy was homosexuality but i didnt know it yet #winx #winx club #winx club season 3 #winx bloom

[2hoothoots]

I want to commend you on those beautifully written Italian swears on Raz. They're really lifelike!

haha, thank you! i do not speak a lick of italian so i owe it all to the various websites that teach you how to swear in different languages

#browsing those is honestly one of my favourite passtimes #did you know that the lithuanian language borrows most of its expletives from english or russian? #that was my original starting point before i decided a long list of italian swears was better for the joke #sometimes i'll see depictions of kid raz as this sweet innocent boy who never swears and doesn't know how babies are made #couldn't disagree more #1) he says damn and ass in the first game #2) he grew up in a circus. little guy knows swears that would kill a catholic pensioner

[vvanessaives]

my solution to the overwhelming vastness of the resevil lore that intimidates me is sitting in bed choosing which random movie i'll pick as background noise tonight while i ask myself would leon passively accept massimiliano's loud and messy self when he watches the football matches, join him in the mess or hate his guts as massi is once again shouting and clapping his hands and swearing and the neighbours are knocking on their door holy shit

#rena.txt #all my italian ocs dodged the football enjoyer bullet someone had to take one for the team sooner or later. rip to leon #anyways the lore runs too deep and i'm just a guy who had the re4 lore as a kid and found love again for the game with the remake #i'm not built to hold all this knowledge into my brain so i'll vibe until i'll be forced to think #i should make some kind of template for massi just for the fun of it hmmm #anyways there's no fucking thing to watch i'm scared that i will have to (shakes) go to sleep early..(<lying) #/delete later

[thewingedwolf]

i hate the way people will say the most out of pocket nonsense about Latinos in the US and then act surprised when people say they’ve got some racism issues. “oh if it weren’t for the fact that people in the USA hate everyone with ancestry from Latin America, lock Latino children in cages even under democratic presidents, and regularly hop on tv to call all Latinos evil rapists and murderers, they’d all be considered white” yeah no SHIT if literally every aspect of how Latinos in the US are racialized was different, they would be racially categorized in a different way, that is a very intelligent thing to say about race relations and doesn’t at all exacerbate issues thanks you are so wise and educated and learned

#i followed someone on here that did this too. like ‘i can’t be racist against latinos bc a lot of them are white’ firstly if u start calling #italians dirty immigrants who have too many kids someone is going to rightly call u a bigot it doesn’t *matter* the race of the person if #you are purposefully engaging in bigotry against that person bc of their ethnicity! and SECONDLY #like…a lot of asians are light skinned a lot of indigenous people are white a lot of arabs look white etc etc #every group has a lot of variance bc people are varied. just bc a large swatch of arabs ‘look white’ doesn’t mean they are treated that way #it is not different with latinos. you are zeroing in on this specific group to justify your ‘i don’t hate latinos i just think they should #live with Their People and not with My People’ racism bc you think hating another minority will gain you privilege with white supremacy. #they are trying to coup several countries right now bc this country views latin america as it’s fucking war games playground do not talk to #me about privilege that latinos apparently have when my aunt was frantically telling students to keep their parents from work bc there was #a fucjing ice raid going on in the city!!!!!!!! fuck you genuinely!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #rani makes text posts no one will read #also the way people will pretend like latinos are the *only* voting block of poc that vote conservative. EVERY SINGLE VOTING BLOCK DOES THIS #TO SOME EXTENT. YES EVEN YOURS SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT UP YOU MORON #COME AND ACTUALLY INTERACT WITH THE BORICUAS AND MEXICANOS AND CUBANOS IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD BEFORE SPOUTING OFF ABOUT THEIR WHITE PRIVILEGE #L O O K AT THE WAY THE COPS TREAT US THE GOVERNMENT TREATS US OUR NEIGHBORS *LIKE YOU* TREAT US #THEN YOU CAN RUN YOUR MOUTH

[sayitwithsarcophilus]

Is there a Tommy Wiseau or Ed Wood of videogames?  There are lots of notoriously bad game designers, but I’m not talking about people who make blatant asset flips or other kinds of dull, soulless Extruded Videogame Product.  I’m talking about people who seem to love the medium and have some kind of artistic vision in mind, their work is just... memorable for the wrong reasons.

#the literal 'Ed Wood of videogames' #is probably a she/they tranfem who makes self-published #point-and-click adventure games #with plots that are basically f/f homages/ripoffs of cold war era hammer horror #and graphics that alternate between uncanny valley photoshop #and middle-school-weeb-phase-caliber faux-anime #her repertory company of voice actors encompasses: her wife #her wife's pathfinder DM who wants to branch out into Actual Play podcasts #some theater kids from the local community college #a self-published-audiobook reader who is thrilled to be doing Real Voice Acting #a backyard wrestler with dreams of youtube stardom #the cool goth girl from the weed store #and a stoned italian baby boomer #who has an actual imdb page! #but his career as a professional creeper in b-list gialli #ended before its time due to drug and health troubles #he voices most of the Big Bads #on some level he knows he's making cheese #but it's good to feel like a real actor again #and the young people all treat him like a proper Legend of Horror #and goth girl's cannabis knowledge has genuinely helped with pain management

[hephaestn]

13 🤍 my favourite number

it's my favourite number too shut uppp 😭

sogno fragile - irama 🤍🤍

send me a number 1-100 for a song from my spotify wrapped

#when i tell you guys i only listen to italian music i'm not kidding... #nance 🪽 #inbox #ask game

[scrittainparallelo]

today's game is 'leave the kids alone' by YasamanFar (on itchio).

this game was created during the 'woman life freedom' jam and it focuses on the conditions of schoolgirls in iran.

my team KITranslation and i provided the italian game translation, go check it out!

#woman life freedom #leave the kids alone #iran revolution #iran girls #iran women #game translation #rpg #italian translation #italian game translation #visual novel #point and click

[creepyscritches]

Unsure how to describe the vibe of being italian-american and dating an a italian-american and slinging boohoo italian "" "" microaggressions""" at each other for fun but you've never experienced ridiculous conversation until you joke about breaking up over forgetting to taste the sauce before dressing spaghetti

#Creepy chatter #No italian-american slur/micro-aggression has any weight anymore and now they're just a comedy mine to blindside someone with #I'm only Italian when it's funny #Shout out to the twink that let me experience an honest to God attempt at #by telling me entirely unprompted that he clocked me as italian a mile away by my enormous nose #The FUNNIEST thing that has ever happened to me #The italian 'I'm not white boohoo wahhhh' annoying online vibe is so BORING do you have any idea how funny this stuff is #We could be playing drinking games about languages people spoke to us as kids that we didn't know #Russian and Spanish for me. Finish your drinks and figure that out.

[sayitaliano]

What would be the most common activities for children at the playground and how to ask kids to do it together? Like the game of catch-up, or swinging together or hide’n’seek or else…

Ciao! I made a few videos about children's activities, you can find them on youtube (but also on this blog here, scroll down a little: you can find the English translation too. But I linked each post in the video description on youtube). Not sure if these are all still very common among the kids, but it's worth a try! You can ask kids: Giochiamo a prenderci (let's play catch-up)? Giochiamo a ruba bandiera (let's play steal the flag)? Giochiamo a nascondino (let's play hide'n'seek)? Giochiamo a "un due tre stella" (let's play red light green light)? Andiamo insieme sull'altalena (let's go together on the swing)?

You'll find more named in the videos, together with their explanations. Generally we ask "Giochiamo a" (let's play....) or "(Bambini/Ragazzi*) Vi va di giocare a...?" ( (kids)would you like to play...?) *(in general the plural masculine includes also the girls and the other genders, but ofc you can say "bambini e bambine" or "ragazzi, ragazze")

YT links: 0/6 intro 1/6 (ruba bandiera) 2/6 (un due tre stella/stai là) 3/6 (Sasso carta forbice = rock paper scissors; strega comanda colore) 4/6 (nascondino) 5/6 (guardie e ladri) 6/6 (palla prigioniera)

Let me know if this answers you or not!

#sayitaliano #it #italian #italian language #italiano #langblr #italian langblr #language #italian culture #italian kids #italian games #giochi bambini italiani #italian kids games #italian stuff #italian videos #italian youtube #italianblr #language learning

[tc-doherty]

🎶✨️when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers/mutuals 🎶✨️

I have actually just. SO MUCH music I listen to. My five star playlist alone is well over 120 hours, currently. But a lot of it is OSTs and such, I only listen to a few actual artists with any consistency. So here's my favorite (or close enough) songs by my four artists, and then my favorite song from my favorite musical ^__^

ABBA - Gimme Gimme Gimme

Brian Setzer - Love Partners in Crime

Cristina D'Avena - Un incantesimo dischiuso tra i petali del tempo

Fall Out Boy - Last of the Real Ones

AIDA - Easy as Life

#I am not kidding about Cristina D'Avena being one of my all time faves I adore her #and that was the hardest one to pick a favorite too #someone talk to me about Italian anime openings PLEASE #ask games #music #thanks!!

[waffled0g]

Everyone gets “The 90s” look wrong and I hate it

Couple years ago I saw these two board games at the store back to back. Well, not saw them per se, but ya know. Spied them out of the corner of my eye. And for a moment without reading the text, I couldn’t tell you which was which decade at first. Funny. Either they were in a rush to get these out the door or they wanted their throwback trivia game boxes to look uniform. I didn’t think too much of it.

Only, from then on I started seeing it MORE. Every time someone markets a 90s or 80s throwback...

Goddammit they’re identical! What??! How did we let this happen? As a 90s survivor and a designer, this drives me up a wall.

Look, I know I’m late to the party to complain about “the 90s look” when we’re just starting to get sick of the Y2K nostalgia train. But c’mon, the 90s were not The 80s: Part Two™ 

Trust me when I say that we weren’t all wearing neon trapezoids up until the year 2000. The 90s look being peddled is so specific to the tail end of the 80s and an early early part of the 90s - a part of the 90s when it wouldn’t stop being the 80s. This is Memphis design being conflated with the wrong decade.

Keep reading for a long ass graphic design history lesson and pictures of old soda and fast food.

Specifically, the look is Memphis Milano, self-named by the Italian design house Memphis Group. Starting in the early to mid 80s, they made all sorts of furniture, fabrics and sculptures that were like a Piet Mondrian grid painting under heavy radiation. Their whole deal was defying the standards of existing industrial design up to that point on purpose. Chairs had weird arches, bookcases would be in strange alien colors, unusual materials like plastic or elastic were used in place of metal or wood, that sorta thing.

Memphis quickly became the signature look for the decade. You can tell something’s influenced by Memphis design from it’s telltale trademarks:

Clashing, neon colors.

Use of diametric shapes.

Contrasting patterns like zebra print stripes, confetti squiggles and checkerboards.

It wasn’t long before Memphis Milano-inspired design was everywhere in 80s pop culture:

It was a special time, yes.

I was a kindergartener at the tail end of the 80s, so I knew Memphis mostly through the lens of kids media. Toys, clothes, games, tv shows used it like candy colored catnip. Cable channel Nickelodeon more or less adopted the Memphis aesthetic as their signature in-house style and practically built a monument to it at a Florida theme park:

I think this is why folks mistake what decade Memphis is representative of - 90s staples like Nick, Saved By The Bell, Fresh Prince - they all stayed around much longer than the design trend’s expiration date. 

Couple that notion with the fact that companies are slow followers to design trends. Something gets popular and they want to get on the bandwagon? Gotta wait for the ink to dry, gotta wait for the production molds to be made. It would take a few years for them to completely work Memphis outta their system.

Now, this is not to say Memphis is bad! Personally I’m a fan of the aesthetic, if my neon-drenched artwork wasn’t a tip-off already. But it is a trend, and trends never last forever.

So what took the Memphis Milano look down for good? This part’s up for debate, but I personally think it had something to do with this dude:

It’s that grunge music from Seattle that’s so popular with the kids these days dontchaknow.

Once Smells Like Teen Spirit hit in 1991, the Nirvana tone drove the rest of the decade. Clean geometry became weathered, grainy and organic. Bright neon pastels became more bold. Bubblegum pop music sounded fake and manufactured. Attitude and apathy was authentic. Whatever.

Things got grungy. Things got grimy. Olestra was invented.

I think the best way to visualize this transition is how Cherry Coke entered the decade and how it left it:

1992 Memphis on the left, 1998 grunge junkie on the right. Fitting that the 90s would end with a design that looked like Darth Maul’s lungs.

Okay, so what should 90s retro design look like?

Continue on to PART TWO! Spoilers: No VHS filters or vaporwave needed, but maybe bring an antacid.

#90s #1990s #memphis milano #grunge #everything you know is wrong #y2k

[seshisunshi]

Depressed?

try opening a pizzeria

#i never felt happier playing a damn kid game abt opening a pizzeria #is this what italian people feel? #it got me thinking abt what fucking vegetables grow under the soil #i did not learn that in elementary this game fucking taught me

[rebeccccccaaa]

Poker Face!

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Spencer Reid x Reader

:: It’s game night at Rossi’s, a little pasta al dente, poker chips from Emily’s place, and a little too much Italian red wine. Poker after hours becomes a new playing field when you and Spencer decide to finish your game of blackjack back in his place. ::

:: warnings :: smuttt! and super mushy gushy fluff, sex under the influence (both parties drank alcohol), strip poker (kinda you’re playing blackjack), afab!reader, no mention of contraceptives oops...

:: authors’ notes :: i didn’t realize until i finished the story that spencer probably has his own poker set, he’s literally from vegas; anyway thanks for all the love on my last fic too sweet, hope you guys enjoy this one just as much <3

WC~ 3.1 k

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“Ok, ok! That’s enough!” Emily shouted, swinging her glass around. 

“Careful, Prentiss. This carpet is fine Italian wool. Gifted from my first mother-in-law,” Rossi scolded, Hotch chuckling beside him. 

“You guys are relentless,” she continued.

“I can beat him, I know it!” you shouted, your eyes comically wide. 

“No shot, sweetheart. Reid is literally banned from every casino in Vegas, you think you can really beat him?” Derek commented.

“I may not be banned from Vegas casinos, but I never lose Blackjack,” you argued.

“Honey, you’ve lost eight games in a row!” JJ shouted, laughing and holding her stomach. 

“Nevermind that! I’m gonna beat you Reid, if it's the last thing I do,” you narrowed your eyes playfully at Spencer, who sat as dealer with a giant grin on his face.

“I hate to interrupt this incredibly captivating game of Blackjack, but I’m kicking you out. It's late and an old man’s got to get some rest,” Rossi interrupted, erupting a series of ‘Boo’s’ and groans. 

“Come on, come on. Call your DD’s, call your taxi cabs. Or if you want to stay, you can start washing the dishes,” he bargained. 

Suddenly, all at once, everyone stood up practically scrambling and giggling like kids to avoid cleaning up. Penelope, Emily, and Derek hopped into a cab and Hotch drove JJ home then himself considering he hadn't anything to drink that night. That left you and Spencer, lingering on the sidewalk nudging each other in a fit of giggles. 

“I assume you’re gonna take a cab?” he asked you.

“That’s the plan.”

“So we can share since I don’t live far from you. I’ll walk from your place,” he suggested. 

“Oh no, no. Look what I snatched when everyone started leaving,” you pulled out the briefcase of poker chips that Emily had brought for that night out of your tote, “We’re going to your place and finishing what we started.” 

“Oh boy, you have no idea how long it's gonna take. We’re gonna be up all night!” Spencer laughed, and you gasped. 

“You’re an asshole,” you shoved him, before calling a taxi.

You squeezed in the back of the cab, legs bumping against each other. You felt your skin light up, you’ve always felt a certain way about Spencer. I mean who wouldn’t? Well actually, not a lot of people. You always tried to hide the pangs of jealousy or your faces of reluctance whenever the women you were working with or interviewed on cases would flirt with him, unnecessarily albeit. This happened more often than you care to admit or notice. 

You walked into Spencer’s apartment, tossing your bag on the couch before falling to your knees and putting the briefcase on his coffee table. You opened it up and began shuffling the cards, quite intensely to make sure Spencer wasn’t going to cheat. You knew he wasn’t, his brain was too smart, but you did it for confidence instead. 

“Do you want anything to drink?” he asked from the kitchen.

“Whatcha you got?” you asked.

“I’ve got a couple of beers, probably a little old. Oh, I still have the bottle of wine that Rossi gave to us for the new year,” he told you.

“Oh! Bring the wine! We’ll drink the beers later,” you winked at him, “Let’s get the fucking party started.”

It was late into the night now. You lost count how many times you’d lost to Spencer already. Just a couple of hours passed, and the wine was almost finished. You and Spencer couldn’t stop laughing and wiggling around. As Spencer shuffled the deck, a request you made him do after every turn, you came up with a devilish idea. One that would definitely get you in trouble should the outcome be anything other than what you would hope. 

“Ooh,” you cooed, mischievously.

“What?” Spencer questioned.

“Oh, nothing, just had an idea,” you were smirking, or rather trying really hard not to burst into laughter. 

“This can’t be good,” he mumbled, shaking his head. 

“Why don’t we spice things up, shall we?”

“No, no way,” Spencer already knew what you were going to say. 

“Strip Poker!” 

“No!” he shouted, a big smile on his face contradicting his words.

“What, you scared? Scared that suddenly I’m starting to beat you and you’re gonna have to take all your clothes off?” you teased.

“No, I am a gentleman and I’m not gonna sit through watching you take all your clothes to prove a point,” he argued sassily.

“You are way too confident for your own good, Dr. Spencer Reid. You’re just chicken.”

“Ok, fine then. You dealer, or am I?” he asked, pouring the last bit of wine into your cup. 

“Why don’t you hit me this time,” you said. 

“You got it,” he responded, “Care to shuffle while I grab the beers?”

“Of course. About time we crack those open,” you smiled widely. 

Now sitting down, face to face. Staring intensely at each other for a moment, hints of mischief and amusement in both your eyes. As you shuffled the cards well, Spencer couldn’t help notice the way your eyes were practically sparkling in the warm light of his apartment. How soft your skin looked in the light too. He doesn’t know when it happened. If it happened just now, or maybe he’s always felt this way about you. 

Maybe it was those times where he felt a little more protective over you than the others on more brutal cases. The feeling of responsibility for you, to guide you, when you first join the team since you were the same age. Or maybe it was when you let him practically talk your ear off about peculiar facts regarding the case you had wrapped up. The small smile of your face knowing he thrived in these moments. The sweet giggle you let out when Morgan and Prentiss groaned knowing he would begin yet another tangent. 

Yeah, it was definitely then he realized how special you were and how much he wanted to keep you in his life; in more ways than one.

But in this moment, when you handed him the cards with the most devilish smirk on your face, Spencer felt a wave of avidity, longing for you more than he ever has before. He felt so conflicted about the game you were about to play. He respected you so much and yet craved to see you, to have you, in this very way for so long already. He didn’t know what to do. He dealt the cards however, entertaining the idea, and you tapped the table for cards before taking a big swig of your beer.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, Spencer’s breath hitched. 

You took off your earrings first and Spencer quirked an eyebrow. 

“What? Were you expecting me to take off my shirt right away?”

“No,” he shrugged before giving you the deck to shuffle again. 

“I swear to-” you cursed, pulling off one of your rings this time.

Your shoes came off, then your socks. All your accessories were scattered on the table before you. The last game you stood up unbuttoning your pants. Spencer clenched his jaw, averting his eyes downward as you peeled your pants down your legs. It took quite literally everything in him to not drool over you. You sank back down to the ground, the bottom half of your body shielded by the table and Spencer looked back at you again. He dealt the cards. You asked for a card, and Spencer knew then you would lose. The probability was certain. When he hit Blackjack and you didn’t, Spencer gulped and you sighed in defeat. 

Staring boldly at Spencer, you disrobed your last garment that would give you some kind of modesty. Your bra is on full display with nothing else but your pair of underwear. You had a crucial decision to make if you ended up losing again and you were seriously considering that would be the case, the butterflies erupting violently in your belly. 

“We don’t have to keep going,” Spencer cleared his throat.

“And why would I do that?” Maybe it was the alcohol in your system that gave you this sudden courage, this seduction. You were starting to have fun seeing Spencer squirming on the couch, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple. You suddenly wanted to egg this round on as long as you can. 

“Ok, then,” he muttered, as he dealt the cards, slowly this time.

Spencer had a face down card, assuming it was a value of ten like always, and an eight. You had a seven and a three, you were fucked. You needed an ace and you’d hit blackjack, or you could build up; but that’s risky. Maybe Spencer can go over. You had a chance, you know it. Your chest was moving fast and shallow, but your face was stoic and firm. Spencer on the other hand was antsy; his eyes frantic and his leg bouncing. You knew he was staring at your chest. You planned to use it to your advantage. Was it fair game? Yeah, yeah it was. It wasn’t your fault he was distracted.

“Hit me,” you egged.

“You got it,” he responded. 

A five. Fuck. 

Spencer hit himself and he drew a seven. Those are bad cards. He most likely went over and you might actually finally beat him. 

“One more time, boy wonder,” you snapped. A six. A beautiful six of hearts. 

“I stand,” he mutters, probably knowing he lost. 

“Let’s see those cards, baby,” you teased.

“You first,” he told you, and placed your cards. 

“Blackjack, baby!” 

Spencer laid his cards revealing his seven and eight and underneath a nine, he busted; the cards of course. You won, you finally won. You jumped up in celebration, prancing in your undergarments around the room giggling and cheering. 

“I did it! I fucking did it! I beat the boy genius, fair and fucking square! You lose Spencer, loser!” you shouted taunting him and he couldn’t help the smile painted in his blushing face; he almost forgot you were prancing around almost naked in the middle of his apartment. 

“I- I was distracted,” he shuttered. 

“Damn right you were,” you joked, squeezing your breasts to flaunt them in his face. 

“It wasn’t fair game,” he bantered.

“It wasn’t fair game, my ass. I won and you lost, and you’re being a sore loser,” you mocked as you walked towards him like a panther, playfulness and seduction dripping from your tongue. 

Spencer took the moment you walked near and grabbed your wrist yanking you to stumble into his lap. You were shocked, surprised, a little turned on. You held onto his shoulders, your breathing a little quicker than before. You tried to convince yourself it was from the celebratory dance and not the growing bulge from Spencer that poked you from beneath. 

“I told you, I was distracted,” he told you, his hands finding a place at their hips. Fingers caressing delicately the hem of your underwear. 

“Blah, blah,” you whispered.

“Don’t give me that.”

“Now, Spence, I believe there is something you have to do, is there not?” you whispered.

“What’s that?” he bantered.

“You lost.”

“Right, unfairly I might add,” he joked.

“If all you’re gonna do is talk, then let me do the honors,” you told him. 

“Be my guest.”

Your fingers pulled gently at his tie he wore, pulling over his head and tossing it to the side on the floor. You started unbuttoning his shirt, Spencer staring with heavy eyes at you as you did so.

“I thought we were only taking off one item. We should play another round then if you want my shirt off,” he teased you, bringing his hands to gently hold your wrists.

“Like that’s gonna happen,” you rolled your eyes playfully. 

Spencer relaxed against the back of the couch as you unbutton his shirt all the way. You brought your lips down to kiss softly at his collarbones and his shoulder. Moving along his chest to kiss the other side. His hands moved slowly against your hips, fingers sliding between the fabric of your underwear and your skin. Your skin erupted in chills, a tingle running through your spine making your ears feel hot. You dragged your nose along his strong jawline before nipping your teeth playfully against his cheek. 

He brought his hands up, fingertips tracing your spine until he reached your bra. He skillfully unhooked it leaving you a bit breathless for just a second but a second too long. You could feel it, without even needing to look at him, to know he had such a teasing smile on his gorgeous face. You wanted nothing more than to kiss it off him. 

You shrugged your bra off, tossing behind him giving him a playful wink which made him chuckle. You brought his hands to your breasts as you pulled his head towards you by the back of his neck to kiss him feverishly. Something you both had wanted to do for quite some time now. You wiggled your hips a bit, feeling the prodding against your center, which made Spencer groan lowly in the kiss; his hands squeezing your breasts hard in discomfort. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna drive me insane,” he told you.

“Let me say hi to your little friend, Spence. Or do you want to play for that too?” you taunted him.

“God, no. I couldn’t wait a whole other hour for you to beat me again,” he bantered making you scoff and roll your eyes; his hands shot straight to his zipper to pull his pants down just enough for the both of you. 

You were practically itching to get your panties off. Standing up suddenly, both you and Spencer reached instinctively to pull them off you, his lips attaching themselves to your soft belly and hips. He freed himself from the constricting fabric of his pants and pulled you down, or rather yanked you to him. You couldn’t help the bubbly laugh that came from you making Spencer smile blissfully. 

You bite your lip as you reach between your bodies, lining Spencer up against you perfectly. The warmth radiating from you was driving him crazy. It took everything in him to not suddenly take control and rut his hips against you. You sank slowly down on his length, not so little, you thought yourself.

“Oh jeez, I feel like I could come already,” you gasped, the pressure building in the pit of your stomach felt already overwhelming. Maybe it was the fact you hadn’t had sex in years. You felt starved of this kind of touch, this kind of intimacy. The kind of feeling of Spencer’s cold fingertips touching and gliding across your skin like you were glass. Yeah, that was the feeling you didn’t know you needed, you didn’t realize you craved so much until this very moment. 

“I’m a bit embarrassed to admit the same,” he chuckled breathlessly, “If you don’t start moving, I’m not gonna be able to hold myself back any longer.”

You took this as the green light to start rocking your hips back and forth. One hand resting against his cheek and the other stabilizing yourself against the frame of the couch. Spencer’s hands rocked with you, his way of helping and understanding the rhythm you were going. He started, with gaining confidence, to buck his hips into you and that’s when the pleasure began to build. You panted heavily above him, moans every now and then escaping your mouth to echo against the walls of Spencer’s small apartment. 

“Shit. You feel so good,” he breathed out, “I thought I’d last longer.”

“Please, please don’t come yet,” you begged; bringing your forehead to his. You could see his skin becoming shiny with sweat, his cheeks flush with redness. Spencer, determined to make you come before him, or at the very least with him, reached between your thighs rubbing fast and swift circles against your clit. Your hips jerked with pleasure and Spencer’s name dripped from your lips like honey. 

“Oh, that’s it,” Spencer whispered. His free hand came up and pulled you in a passionate and sloppy kiss. His tongue entwined with your and you moaned wildly as did he. His brain was fuzzy, not that your’s wasn’t also, with the sounds of sex, the rhythm of your hips, the warmth of your slick soaking his fingers. 

“I’m close, fuck I’m so close, Spence,” you whined.

“Let go, sweetheart.”

“Ngh!” you moaned loudly. You dipped your head forward resting your forehead in the crook of his neck. Your bodies were so close, your bare chests pressed against each other. You both could feel the other’s breath and slowly you began to match each other’s erratic rhythm the closer you got to your climaxes. You messily pressed your lips against Spencer’s one last time before the wave of electrifying pleasure overcame you. 

When you came down from your high, all you could feel and hear in that moment was Spencer. His soft pants brushing your ear, his arms cradling you close, his subtle leg shaking from what you assume was him also coming with you. 

“That was really good,” you giggled.

“It really was,” he agreed.

“I’m gonna tell everyone about this,” you whispered wickedly. 

“What?” Spencer questioned fearfully. 

“I beat you in Blackjack,” you reminded him, making him laugh loudly. 

“Give it a rest you would?” he sighed. 

“No way. I’m gonna tell everyone. And everyone’s gonna tease you because I beat you fair and square. Unless, you wanna admit that my boobs were distracting you from your card counting tricks,” you teased.

“Alright, you won fair and square,” he smiled blissfully at you, his eyes soft and gentle in the warm light.

You giggled sweetly bringing him in a tender kiss, definitely not for the last time that night. Your bodies were entwined for the rest of the night until the tepid sunrays peaked meekly through the curtains of Spencer’s bedroom window. The two of you sharing giggles between the sheets with his arms embracing you the way they had been all night. Needless to say, blackjack continues to be your favorite poker game. Especially now more than ever. 

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Harry Styles Answers the Web's Most Searched Questions | WIRED

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"Hi I'm Harry Styles and this is the Wired Autocomplete Interview."

Harry introduced himself to the camera and you smiled, you were currently at WIRED Studios for Harry's long awaited autocomplete interview that he finally agreed to do thanks to yours and his fans persistence.

You were sitting behind the camera with the rest of the crew, watching him with a small smile.

A crew member passed the first board to him, he looked at it confusedly for a minute before speaking.

"Okay so. I'm answering what I think or what?"

Everyone in the studio laughed and the director quickly explained to him how the game worked once again, you rolled your eyes with affection and he sent a wink your way.

"Alright, how is Harry Styles?" he said after taking the little piece of paper off the board, "I'm good, I'm really enjoying being home in London, I was away for a while on tour and I'm going to stay here for a bit so that's exciting."

"How did Harry Styles," he paused to rip the next paper and reveal the rest of the question, "Become famous? Well, when I was sixteen years old I auditioned for a singing show called The X Factor, I got put in a band with four lads and we didn't win but we put out a song called What Makes You Beautiful," he smiled for a second, "that one put us on the map, we released a bunch of albums and now I'm here."

"How did Harry Styles meet his wife?" at this, he turned his gaze to you to give you a big smile, you immediately mirrored his and nodded your head, signaling that you were okay with him talking about it.

"We could say that it was basically a blind date, we had a friend in common who thought we would be a good match and set us up, we had an amazing first date but then I had to travel to Los Angeles for work so we couldn't really see each other after that but once I was back in London we hung out all the time, and now we're married."

He smiled at you again and you couldn't help but feel your heart melt, you had been married for 6 months now but the married life was still new for the both of you, and everything he called you his wife butterflies made its way to your stomach.

"How is Harry Styles still alive?" his eyes widened in surprise and he looked around the room, making a few present laugh, "Um, that's a weird thing to search on the internet, but I guess, I don't know if I can answer that, I don't think anyone can answer that we're just lucky to still be around and enjoy life."

He gave the camera one of his infamous "frog smiles" and handed the board to a crew member who was ready with the next one.

"Does Harry Styles have tattoos?" he revealed the first question of the new board, "Yes, he does. I have a lot of tattoos actually, they're basically all over my body. The most recent one is right here," he pointed at the back of his right arm, "It's my wedding date, actually, everyone might call me a sap but I was reserving this arm for tattoos about my wife a and future kids, so I guess it's finally time to fill it."

It was safe to say that  fans watching at home and everyone in the studio absolutely melted, especially you.

"Does Harry Styles have siblings? I do I have a sister, she's older than me and her name is Gemma. A lot of people claim she's cooler than me for some reason but I don't thing that's true," he shrugged and revealed the next question, "Does Harry Styles speak Italian? I would like to think that I do, I spend a lot of time there and I've learned how to communicate pretty decently."

"Is Harry Styles an actor?" he said after peeling the first sticker of the new board, "He tries to be an actor that's for sure," he laughed and everyone in the room did as well, "I mean, I've been in a couple of movies, I've auditioned for a bunch of roles and my agent has sent me scripts to go through," he shrugged "So I can say that makes me an actor."

"Is Harry Styles american?" he shook his head at that one, "He is not! He's Britain, born and raised okay? He's very proud of it."

"What's Harry Styles BeReal? I don't have a BeReal, but if I did I wouldn't tell you," he pointed to the camera jokingly, "What are Harry Styles fans called? I think they are referred to as Harries, but I don't like to speak on behalf of them, you should ask them."

"What was Harry Styles first song? My first song was Sign Of The Times, I wrote it with friends that I love, and that is my wife's favorite song I've ever written, right love?"

"That's correct." you said from your spot, pretty audible so you know it would make it to the final cut of the interview.

"What are Harry Styles songs about?" he peeled the last sticker of the board, "They're about a lot of things, life, friends, love, my wife," he shrugged, "I even have one about the female orgasm."

You quietly giggled, knowing that his fans would go crazy over that last sentence.

"Did Harry Styles go to college? He did not, he became a singer."

"Did Harry Styles win a Grammy? He somehow won Album Of The Year last year, which is absolutely insane if you ask him."

"Did Harry Styles finish high school? Oh I'm glad the internet asks," he laughed, "Contrary to popular belief I did finish high school, I completed my GCES and I graduated, I don't know why there's a rumor there that I didn't finish high school tho."

"Anyway, last one!" he comically threw the board to the floor and grabbed the final board a crew member was handling him, "Who is Harry Styles best friend? Um, I have a ton of best friends. Jeff who's also my manager, Mitch who plays in my band, my childhood best friend's name is Johnny, so yeah, I'm very lucky in the friends department, I love my friends."

"Who does Harry Styles look like? My mom, I would say. A lot of people point out that we have the same smile," he shrugged, "My mom is a beautiful woman so I'm flattered."

"Who did Harry Styles write Love Of My Life about? My wife and London."

"And final question," he slowly peeled off the sticker for dramatic effect, "Who does Harry Styles love? Okay, that's cute that people search for that on the internet, um, I love my family and friends, I love my wife that's for sure, I love making music and performing," he listed with his fingers, "And love love, yeah, love is great."

He smiled to the camera and put the board aside to say his goodbyes.

"I thought my Google searches were much more appropriate that I expected. I was fun to see what people wonder about me, so yeah thank you WIRED for having me."

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