gaming with scissors

So story time.
I’m at work and some boys (like 14/15 years old) walked up to me and this one was like “wanna play a game?” so I was like know what why not and said yeah and he was like “the game is rock paper scissors. Except if he wins, I get to hug you, and if you win, I get to throw his phone” so I was like “okay why not” and lmao I played scissors and he played paper and he SLAMMED that boys phone into the ground it SMASHED everyone around is looking and I’m just sitting there in shock and they grab the pieces and run into Foot Locker like what just happened I hate this mall

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Never get tired of this video…the most epic Rock,Paper,scissors game ever…talk about soulmates.

THESE NEED TO STOP HAPPENING IN PJO FICS:

-Annabeth cheating on Percy and breaking up with him because she “found someone more powerful” than Percy… She isn’t some power obsessed maniac like Luke was. She loves Percy because he’s Percy. If she were power hungry, she wouldn’t have turned down the Hunters. Unless you’re a demigod that ascends to godhood, immortality and some Artemis archery skills running through you is as powerful as you can be. So in those fics where Percy leaves camp heartbroken because Annabeth cheated on him, it just completely craps all over her amazing character.

-Percy isn’t a blithering idiot… Is he a bit slow sometimes? Yeah. He definitely is. But he isn’t stupid. Remember when he challenged Briares, a monster with one-hundred hands, to a game of rock paper scissors when he’s just a guy with two hands? He outsmarted him. He pulled out a gun and trumped all one hundred of Briares hands and used some pretty great Athena-like intelligence that saved him, Briares, and Annabeth’s lives. ANNABETH HERSELF HAD NO IDEA HOW TO PUMP UP BRIARES’ SELF-CONFIDENCE SO THEY COULD RUN FROM KAMPE.

If you have any more, please add to this list.

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  • 707: I hereby challenge you to a friendly game of rock, paper, scissors!
  • Jumin: Rock, paper, what? Oh, I believe you’re referring to the classic game of quartz, parchment, shears?
yoonjin fic rec ♥

because we all need more yoonjin in our lives.

  • Kissing Practice - Rated T - Seokjin gets cast in a web drama in which he has a kiss scene. Fearing he’ll look stupid kissing on camera, Jin enlists the help of his fellow members. An unfortunate game of rock paper scissors lands Min Yoongi a starring role as Jin’s new kissing partner.
  • i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your neck - Rated G - five times Yoongi doesn’t realize he’s in love with Seokjin and one time he does.
  • Deck the Halls - Rated M - Yoongi hadn’t been able to spend decent time with Seokjin in forever. Meaning sex. They hadn’t been able to have any. For months.
  • Where’s my standee? - Rated G - Drunk Min Yoongi usually means trouble. But drunk Min Yoongi alone and with access to almost four million followers on Twitter is just amusing.
  • ripped jeans - Rated M - "I’m not wearing a thong, yoongi, oh my god! it’s just a really… small boxer.“
  • Finnish Mornings - Rated G - It’s too early, and too cold, but Yoongi doesn’t want to be anywhere else.
  • he’s dead, jim - Rated M - (724): I know you saw me get knocked out after I stepped on that rake why did you leave me there.
  • Laws of Attraction - Rated G - Jin leaves to film Law of the Jungle. Yoongi shouldn’t be missing him that much, right? Right.
  • Around Your Fingers - Rated G - Yoongi gets jealous over someone protecting Jin from the rain. Yeah, he’s that whipped.
  • the first crescendo - Rated M - Yoonjin music students pwp that’s it, that’s the story.
  • Proper Skincare - Rated M - Yoongi may have discovered he has a kink involving Seokjin’s face.
  • give it to me - Rated M - Seokjin has always liked hands. Yoongi has nice hands. Seokjin wants Yoongi’s hands on him.
  • Secrets - Rated T - Yoongi is great at keeping secrets, including the biggest one of all.Namely that he is in love with Kim Seokjin. And, though he can still scarcely believe it, that Seokjin is in love with him.
  • Meet the Parents - Rated T - Yoongi predicts that meeting Seokjin’s parents will be a disaster.He was right.
Crossfire - 10

Chapter 9
Yoongi x Reader
Gang AU
Chapter 10 // Words: 2352


It didn’t take the full two hours for everyone to pack up, mostly because of Namjoon standing impatiently by the garage, reminding everyone that he wanted to leave and get to the compound before the sun started to rise. The boys all dragged their luggage down to the main floor and debated over which cars to take. One of the younger ones suggested to take the Excursion, since it had enough seats for the eight of you and room for all the bags. That idea was a nightmare in itself, and you could feel your pulse quickening. Thankfully, Seokjin came to your rescue and advised that taking two separate cars, with four in each, would be much wiser. After it was decided that you were to ride with Namjoon - your opinion was not taken into consideration -, Jungkook and Yoongi volunteered to be in your car as well. To your dismay, Jungkook won the rock paper scissors game they played over who got to sit in the front. Yoongi smirked at you as he offered to put your bag in the trunk. You gave no response before you turned away quickly and got into the awaiting sedan, mostly to hide the fact that your cheeks were tinged pink.

As Yoongi had warned, the drive was very long and, as you had expected, it was excruciatingly awkward. The first half hour was spent in virtual silence until Jungkook complained about being bored and asked Namjoon for the aux cord. He happily plugged his phone and started to play his music, only to be chastised by both the older boys immediately for it being too loud. The music playing gave you something to focus on, but you were still hyper aware of every movement Yoongi made, no matter how slight. You refused to look at him, but you could catch every shift and sigh out of the corner of your eye. You remained pressed up against the child locked door, keeping as much distance as you could in the compact space. You leaned your head against the window and closed your eyes, even though you weren’t in the least bit tired. You just hoped that, with your eyes closed, you could pretend you were somewhere else.

You drifted in and out of consciousness throughout the ride, which made time pass by quicker. You were woken up a few times by bumps in the road, sharp turns and abrupt stops, as well as Yoongi criticizing Namjoon’s driving skills.

“I’m surprised they even gave you a license,” he scoffed.

“Calm down,” Namjoon shot back, looking at him in the rearview mirror. “I’ve never been in an accident, unlike someone I know.”

“Whatever,” Yoongi slouched in his seat, obviously defeated. “Keep your eyes on the road so you don’t kill us.”

“Hyung, aren’t you going over the speed limit?” Jungkook questioned, peering at the dash.

“Don’t talk about my driving until you get a license, kid,” Namjoon smirked.

Jungkook made a face and busied himself with his phone. “Stop calling me kid.”

When they fell quiet once more, you were able to go back to sleep for long enough that, the next time you woke up, you were pulling through the gates of the gang’s compound. Namjoon pulled the car up alongside the edge of the grass lawn and killed the engine. You blinked a few times to get your bearing as the others got out to stretch their legs. Namjoon opened your door for you as he went around to the trunk to retrieve the bags. You stepped out of the car and looked behind you to see the wrought iron gates sliding closed automatically, sealing you inside the tall concrete walls. You turned back to see the house and were surprised to see that you were facing a large, traditional hanok. The sky was beginning to lighten as the moon gave way to the rising sun, and you were allotted just enough light to see vague details of the house. The tiled black roof slanted over the white exterior walls, the few windows on the front surrounded by dark wood. You were stunned by how beautiful it was. Being a hideout for criminals, you had expected some run down, concrete building. If you had to be stuck anywhere, you were partially glad it was a place as nice as what you were looking at.

You jumped in surprise when you felt someone’s hand on your lower back, and you turned your head to see Yoongi with raised eyebrows.

“Are you just gonna stare at it, or do you actually want to go inside?” he asked.

You narrowed your eyes at him before you turned and made your way up the grass lawn to the house behind Namjoon and Jungkook. You were even more surprised when you stepped inside the front door. The interior of the hanok was not traditional, like the home your father’s parents owned outside Ulsan. Instead, seemed newly renovated, with a modern style and amenities. The wood floors and beams of the ceiling matched the window accents outside, contrasting to the pale walls. Recess lighting above your head gave the entryway a warm, cozy vibe. You removed your shoes and stepped up into the living room, where a large black sectional couch surrounded a table and faced a flat screen television mounted on the wall. Everything seemed sleek and polished. That was, until the boys dropped all of their luggage right in the middle of the floor.

“We beat the others here,” Namjoon said confidently as he looked over at Jungkook. “And you thought I was going too fast.”

“Whatever,” Jungkook called over his shoulder as he turned a corner into what you assumed was the kitchen.

“Who’s the kid now?” Yoongi joked, sliding onto the couch with a sigh.

“Whatever, ahjussi,” Namjoon replied and took a seat opposite him.

They both pulled out their phones and didn’t take any notice of you. You didn’t want to sit on the couch with them and be awkward, so you opted to look around the house more. You followed Jungkook’s path and found that he was, indeed, in the kitchen. He was digging around in some of the cabinets. A smile made its way onto his face when he found what he had been searching for, and he pulled out a rice cooker and set it up on the counter. He stood and turned to look at you.

“Hungry?”

You nodded. A glance over at the microwave showed that it was 4:42 AM, making it a solid 16 hours since you’d last eaten. However, you found that you weren’t very hungry; you’d hardly had any appetite since you’d been abducted. But you knew you couldn’t keep it up, and you needed food in your system unless you wanted to get sick or something.

You watched as Jungkook got the rice maker going, and you went to peek inside the fridge. Sadly, it was empty aside from drinks.

Jungkook peered over your shoulder and sighed. “I really hope Jin hyung stopped to get groceries.”

“Jungkook, it’s 4 in the damn morning, I doubt that any stores would be open,” you said.

“Ah, you’re right,” he smiled and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. “My sense of time has been a little fucked lately.”

“That makes two of us,” you said as you leaned against the counter.

“The others just pulled up,” Namjoon entered the kitchen, cracking his neck. He looked over to where Jungkook had the rice cooker set up. “You’re cooking?”

“I’m starving. The only thing we have is rice, though,” he said dejectedly.

“Yeah, it’s been awhile since anyone’s stayed here,” Namjoon said, looking around. “I think we should stay here often.”

“Then what would I do with my apartment?” Yoongi asked, suddenly beside Namjoon.

The leader smirked. “Use it as a getaway for when you get tired of the younger ones.”

“Yoongi hyung enjoys our company,” Jungkook claimed. “We make him less of a boring recluse.”

“Debatable,” the blond said. He moved past you to get a water from the fridge.

The front door opened and a wave of voices and the sounds of luggage being dropped unceremoniously onto the floor filtered into the kitchen. The other four members appeared shortly, and Seokjin placed some plastic bags on the island.

“We stopped at a convenience store and picked up something to hold us off until the stores open,” he said. “Someone is making rice?”

“I am,” Jungkook smiled proudly.

The eldest smiled back at him and patted his shoulder. “Thank you, JK.”

Hoseok opened up the bags and drew out multiple packages of instant ramen, stacking them on the counter. “This is all they really had besides junk.”

“I still say we should’ve gotten chips,” Taehyung chimed in.

“Yeah, so you eat an entire bag and complain later that your stomach is upset,” Jimin teased.

The taller male rolled his eyes and elbowed Jimin on his way to one of the cabinets in search of a pot large enough for all of the ramen.

Seokjin started to unwrap the individual packages. “We’ll make a list for what we want to eat. I can go as soon as the grocery store opens.”

“I want beef,” Jungkook said.

“We should get pork, too,” Namjoon added.

Taehyung took the large stainless steel pot to the sink to fill it with water. “Can we get snacks as well?”

Yoongi sucked air through his teeth. “I think we should set a limit, shouldn’t we? We aren’t going to be staying here forever.”

“Don’t be a buzzkill, hyung,” Hoseok placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled. “It’s always better to be over prepared, isn’t it? Besides, we need to make sure Y/N is comfortable.”

The group of boys looked over to where you stood in the corner of the kitchen, as if they had just become aware of your existence. It wouldn’t take a behavior analyst to find that the bond between the seven of them was near unbreakable. You couldn’t even feel left out, because it was so easy to see that you didn’t have a place amongst them to begin with; you were simply a temporary intruder in their lives.

“Is there anything you want to eat?” Seokjin asked you.

You disliked how the attention was suddenly all on you, with fourteen eyes watching and waiting. You were perfectly fine just standing in the corner and being an observer. You subconsciously pressed your back further into the wall.

“Uh,” you looked off to the side attempts of finding an answer in the negative space. “I don’t know…”

“You can just think and write it down later,” Seokjin gave you an understanding smile, and you felt like you could breathe again. “And the rest of you,” he said, “stop crowding the kitchen and go put your stuff away.”

The boys mumbled and laughed and nudged Seokjin gently on their way out of the kitchen to gather the bags that were strewn on the living room floor. Yoongi lagged behind a bit and looked at you.

“Come on, I’ll show you where you’re staying,” he said with a jerk of his head.

You shuffled out of the room and followed him as he carried you bag as well as his own out a door and into a square garden. You gazed over the small expanse that was covered with grass, thin trees and flowers as you continued along a covered patio towards an open hall lined with doors. Yoongi guided you to one on the end and opened the door.

“We don’t have that much space with all of us staying here, so you’re going to stay in my room,” he explained.

You hesitated to step up into the room after hearing that. You wanted to stay as far away from Yoongi as possible. But, because of your fantastic luck, you had to share not only a house with him, but a bedroom as well. Even though he had turned the light on, the room looked foreboding.

His face reappeared in the doorway, looking impatient. “I’m planning on crashing in Jin hyung’s room at night,” he said. “But, if you’re worried about being lonely, I can surely-”

You shook your head and walked inside, moving past him quickly. “No, it’s fine. I’ll be perfectly fine.”

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged.

You looked around at the quaint room, almost surprised by the normalcy of it. It reminded you of the bedroom in his apartment, with white walls and a fluffy white comforter on the twin bed against the wall. There was a simple desk by the window, with a lamp and papers scattered on it. You could see ledger lines and what resembled music notes scribbled on them. You watched as Yoongi set the bags away by the foot of the bed and turned to look at you.

“Is this suitable for you, your highness?” he asked, one side of his mouth quirked up into a smirk.

You glared at him. “It’s fine.”

“Can I get you anything to make you more comfortable? Some more pillows? Fresh spring water from the Himalayas?”

“Oh my god,” you growled under your breath before turning to leave the room.

You could hear him laughing quietly behind you as you went back down the row to return to the main part of the house. Yoongi, that fucking sadist, seemed to be getting off on trying to push your buttons and get a negative reaction out of you. It was bad enough that he had deceived you and kidnapped you, but he just had to take it a step further to make your life hell, like the mean high school girls in dramas. You didn’t know how much more of his taunting you could take. You paused and looked at the garden and all the rooms down the hall, memorizing the layout. You made a plan to explore the rest of the house after you ate so that you could finalize a way to escape.

You weren’t going to play the victim any longer.

Chapter 11