Overwatch Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

He smiled heartily; “If I may ask, don't you notice something strange about me?” “Strange? Ugh! Not at all” I shook my head. He continued smiling; “You are so pretty, that I forgot my pick up lines. Oops! I… I'm so bad at pick up lines” He stuttered, feeling awkward. I giggled. He was only being dramatic. “Okay, here's one. If I had a rose for everytime I thought of you, I would be walking through my garden forever” He stated. I faked a smile: “That's…uhm nice, nice line.. uhm?” I felt so uncomfortable around him especially when I realised what he was tryna insinuate.

His eyes flicker to the drinks on the counter, a protective glint in them as he makes sure they aren't tampered with. And then there's the way he's holding Ari's hair back so she can down shot after shot like an alcoholic. Owen casually pushes the shot glass away from Ari with a smirk, his hazel eyes glinting softly at her. "That's enough for you, sunshine. I'm sure you've already won," he says. Sunshine? Can I throw up now? The guy challenging Ari protests, "I'm not even done yet," as he reaches for the shot glass.

“I just need you to heal my broken heart, Owen. Drop the gun and let’s talk.” “You wanna talk?” He asked and Ophelia nodded with a smile. “Yes, let’s talk.” She took another step forward and Owen slightly lowered his weapon. “You will come back- “Drop the gun you bustard!” Onyx growled from behind and Ophelia groaned in disappointment. “Just great!”

I decide to lighten the mood with a touch of playfulness. “Oh, really?” Olivia’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “Well, I guess I should be thankful for your heroic intervention then. I’ll make sure to write a stellar review for my knight in shining armor.” I chuckle, the sound floating in the air amidst the vibrant backdrop of the city. “A stellar review sounds like the perfect way to repay your chivalrous savior.” I shoot her a playful wink. “Just don’t forget to mention my devastatingly good looks and unbeatable charm.”

I repeat the question with the same tone but this time emphasising each word. "Sign what, Precious?" I take the laptop off his lap and put it next to me, then climb on him replacing the spot where the laptop resided half a minute ago, "I want your package," I cup his clothed hardness underneath me, "so where do I sign, Owen?" He laughs heartily as I giggle at my victory to lighten the mood between us. I actually spent some time in the bathroom looking for a pick up line that can help our situation, good thing it worked.

The other line of the phone was noisy, but Ethan's voice never fell into silence. "Liv, I'm coming. Hold on a little longer." "Liv, I love you. I love you with all my heart. Don't leave me no matter what happens." "The babies will be fine, and so will you." "Liv …" Olivia didn't have the energy to speak anymore. From afar, she watched how Owen finished his bullets. Yet, the enemies were swarming over like a colony of ants. When one of them fell, another one would replace them immediately.

When she brings back our drinks, he picks a shot, brings it to his nose, and then gives it to me. “Why do you keep doing that?” I ask, leaning on the table. “I can pick any poison, and I enjoy doing it,” he says, and I nod my head. “Well, thank you. You’re such a gentleman,” I say to him, but Olivia rolls her eyes, taking the one he is handing her.

“We need to be careful. It seems easy enough, but it depends on how the girls react. We have to steer the conversation just right.” “Okay, I’ll keep my visions open for their reactions.” He nodded. “If you can do that, then you should do that with tonight's flirting, too. Think of what to say and then see how it plays out. Find the pick up line you know will work on them. Dude, honestly, that’s perfect. You can see if you’re going to mess up with what you say. How have you not been using your visions this way?” I asked, surprised I hadn’t thought of this sooner.

How well could feel the peaking of my nipples against his body? My skin lit up at the close contact, his scent filling my nostrils. All I could think of was that I was definitely going to smell like him when I got out of here. Owen's thumb traced my bottom lip, his face becoming dead serious. "A drink a day keeps the sadness away. Fuck the apples." Then he smiled, and I didn't know when I smiled too, looking away immediately.

“You’ll see. I have a strategy.” “Whu do i doubt that?.” I continued laughing. “Strategy number one: persistence” Owen said, not minding me. “Strategy number two: humor. Strategy number three—” “Annoy her into submission?” I supplied. “Exactly!” He pointed at me. “O knew you'd get it.” I shook my head, completely amazed. “You’re a fool.” “Maybe. But fools fall in love too.” For a moment, I said nothing. My eyes wandered to the window again, the city glimmering in reflections of steel and rain.