The only pick up line I’ve ever used was not when going up to a girl but actually just meeting people on vacation overseas. You wait until you hear someone speaking English, and then you walk up to them and say, ‘I’m so sorry, are you guys speaking English? Thank God, I’m traveling, I don’t know anybody, I just had to say ‘Hi’. And then usually they’re like, ‘Oh, let’s have a beer!’
: Heyy! Im not sure if you’ve already done this but can you write a ‘when
they see a guy flirting with you’ yas a jealous reaction cuz I love it
when guys are scared of losing their girl~ Thx Darls
Same. I like seeing when boy is all angry and scared of losing gf because most of them are not like showing their feelings ><
I hope that this would fulfil your requirements. ~~
He is confident. He know that there’s no one that can beat him in handsomest and in being your bf. Still he would watch carefully you two. Jealously would be more stroneger then him. If the boy didn’t want to leave you alone, he would come and take you from him.
“I’m way more handsome than him. Nothing to be worried.But I think that I have to show him where is his place.”
Okay, so I feel sorry for guy which would be so brave to flirt with Yoongi gf. He won’t come to you and him. Just looking from afar giving this guy killing glares. When boy catched this, fear would grip him and run away before Min Genius Suga would get him.
“What the fuck he thinks he is doing? He better take a step back or I’ll kill him. You have 3 seconds to start being invisible”
Dissgusted. Looking from afar on you two would make him even more. He would come closer, looked with killing sight and give him “hints” that you’re taken and it would be better for him to leave.
“I’m sorry what did he just say? Maybe you wanna tell my this again?”
Not even bother his head about giving hints or killing glare. He would go straight to you and confront this guy which have enough confidence to hit on his girl. He wanted to paraded to you too,tbh.
“God of destrucion is coming you lil shit”
At first he would feel awkard. He knew that you won’t make steps to flirt with this random guy so he would wait but when he saw that he’s making you uncomfortable, mad Jimin would show. Coming closer to you and him. Chim combed his hair with his fingers and stared at guy when he was talking to you.
“Babe. Who’s he? Why’re you talking with my girl?”
He’s cute and all adorable. But when he sees someone is trying to hit on his girl “angry Tae mode on”. Maybe he won’t be aggressive but he would try to humble this guy with words and show him that you’re his.
“Really? You are trying to flirt with my girl with this pick up lines? You wretched guy, not today.” - this “not today” it supposed to be a joke ha ha.. Ikr, not funny
Evil maknae. No one can hit on to his girl. NO ONE. So he would come to you, put his hands around your waist, looking at the guy with anger painted on his face. Jungkookie would be ready to fight over you if this would be needed. In his mind would show - “Oh man. This could be fun”
“Do I looke easy to beat? I’m Golden Maknae bro. Better go away before I kick your ass”
A/N: So I collabed with @daveeddiggsit for this one and it ended up way cuter than we expected?? lol hope you enjoy!! (also there are several criminal minds references bc i’m like that)
You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose as you continued typing away at your final thesis paper of the semester. Hair up in a bun, and some ratty university sweatpants on, you were looking a little worse for wear. But that was normal during finals week, right?
The library you had been holed up in for the past five hours was dead silent, allowing you to completely focus on your paper. Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen when you heard the sound of a chair scraping backwards but you were too in the zone to look up. As long as they didn’t disrupt your concentration, you’d be good.
“You ever think that the reason you’re wearing glasses is because you’ve been staring at that screen pretty closely for about two hours straight?” You heard a curious, deep voice interrupt your thoughts.
“You ever think about how the library is a quiet place for people to work,” you retorted without looking away from your screen.
“If you really want a quiet place to work, we could head back to my place and work on some other things too, if you know what I mean.” You could practically hear the smirk grow on his face.
“That sounds like one of the first lines in a Criminal Minds episode. Hard pass.”
“You like Criminal Minds? How about you let me profile you.”
You finally glanced over and you could see that there definitely was a smirk on the very attractive man’s face. His hair was wildly curly, yet somehow tamable to an extent, facial hair adorned his defined jawline, and his amused brown eyes stared into your slightly-narrowed ones.
If you weren’t supposed to email this paper to your professor in six hours, you probably would’ve taken him up on his advances, but what was more attractive than Smirky Guy was an A on your paper. Which you then turned back to.
“Are you seriously just going to keep ignoring me?” He asked.
“I’m just going to keep flirting with you until you talk to me.”
“You call saying random pick up lines to a girl whose name you don’t know and receiving little to no response flirting?”
“Yup.” He said, mocking you.
You rolled your eyes and continued to type your paper.
“Aww, come on, four eyes, take a break and talk to me. It won’t hurt anyone.”
You completely turned to him. “‘Four eyes,’ really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, five?”
“Hey, ‘four eyes’ isn’t a bad thing. You look cute in glasses.” He grinned at you and even added a wink this time.
Auntie Bells wasn’t really my auntie, or anyone else’s for that matter. I’m not sure she even had any real family at all. It was just what everyone called her. She’d been a fixture in the neighborhood since long before I was born and there wasn’t a single person who didn’t at least know of her.
She was something of a living legend; a crazy cat lady type without the cats. It wasn’t unusual to look out your window in the dead of night and see Auntie Bells shuffling down the street, big walking stick clutched in one hand, her tameless hair shining white in the moonlight. And if you didn’t see her, you’d hear her. Auntie Bells took her name from the bracelets she wore on both wrists, strands of twine run through a countless number of tiny bells that tinkled with her every movement.