Overwatch Funny 소설 & 이야기

"Within the span of a few months, you managed to get yourself beaten up, kidnapped, locked inside a holiday house, and locked in a jail cell. If that is the definition of you 'handling yourself perfectly fine,' then I would much rather tuck you safe under my armpit for the rest of your life if I have to." "Your armpit?! Oh my god, Owen, that is disgusting!" "Come here, let’s test the fitting!" He suddenly barks out a laugh, his long legs instantly springing into motion as he lunges across the kitchen island toward me. "No! Stay away from me, you psycho!" I scream and begin sprinting around the massive marble island, my bare feet sliding slightly on the polished tiles. Owen chases me around t

Owen snarled. "So what if I am? Mister Wolf is our respected guest, and if you Durkans insist on bullying him, you'll have to go through us first!" Francis scoffed. "Alright then! You asked for it, so you can't blame us for trying to wage a war against you then!" Owen burst into a cackle. "You? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard! Old Durkan, I'd like to see what you have up your sleeve!" Francis scoffed at this.

He can leave anytime his superiors would give the order. But his couch is big and comfortable enough to sleep on. But considering the girl’s request, Owen was thinking of heading back to his bedroom half an hour later. So he poured a glass of whiskey, turned the television on, and watched a sports channel. “Go, go! You can do it! You can do it!” Owen cheered. “Yes!” he exclaimed gleefully. “Cheers to that!” he laughed as he raised his glass to the television before him, then emptied his drink and poured it again.

I smile. He frowns and swallows a lump in his throat, his eyes searching mine. “You love me, right?” “Yes.” “Like love, love? Like, serious shit love.” I smile. “As serious as love shit can get.” “Good. Good,” he whispers to himself. “Stop saying the naughty word, ‘shit’!” Owen frowns as he plays on his iPad. “Sorry,” Cam splutters. “But don’t you say it, either, please.”

When he started to tremble his lower lip, I almost caved, but then Jack started to laugh. "Oh Kaylee, I think he likes you! He never does the puppy thing unless he's desperate," Jack just barely managed to say before he began to laugh. He and Emma were both snorting into their wine at the pathetic face Owen was making. "You guys are seriously ruining my mojo. This works every time." Owen glared at the happy couple, sparing an angry glance for Robbie, who was cracking up in the corner. "I think I'm going to go to bed," I said, knowing full well those blue eyes would get me if I stayed. I needed to avoid men for a little while for my own good. Owen smiled up at me as I stood from the table.

That smirk appeared again on his lips, gone before I could read any meaning to it. "It’s just a movie," he said lightly. "You know that, right?" "Movies reflect real life," I replied. "That’s exactly what people go through." "You sound like you want to climb into the screen and give her a big hug" Owen said, leaning closer as he grabbed popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth. We ended up staying for another movie. A bonus one. A comedy—thankfully. No matter how hard I tried to hold it in, I couldn’t. I laughed until my sides hurt, tapping Owen repeatedly, throwing my head back as the sound escaped me freely.

Olivia read it aloud before she slammed her palm onto the table angrily, “What the f*ck?!” In contrast to Olivia’s exasperation, Jenny’s reaction was slightly better, laughing when she heard Olivia’s words. “My team used to tell me that many are kind in the wrong situations, but I wondered if that was true because I’ve never met many who were like that. It seems that all of them are on Twitter! Haha!” “Haha!” Lily broke out in a chuckle because of what Jenny said. “Jen! I never knew you were so funny! You can become a stand-up comedian.”

Me: ‘Nate’s asleep” Owen: ‘Be right there.’ Me: ‘Are you wearing a shirt?’ Owen: ‘No’ Me: ‘Put on a shirt’ Owen: ‘Laughing emoji. Why?’ Me: ‘I can’t think straight’ Owen: ‘K be right there’

the shifter hissed, eyeballing me like she was worried about offending me. I wasn’t, though. If anything, I was happy to see Marley laughing so hard at something so small. Olivia never laughed—not at dad jokes, not at comedies. She’d always just roll her eyes and call everything stupid. When I named my company, she called that stupid too. “That funny, huh?” I asked, cracking a smile of my own. “Sorry. I’m so sorry,” she gasped through her laughter. “It’s just so…dorky. You look like a cross between a lumberjack and a menacing member of a motorcycle gang and… Fur Sure? I just—”

The baby opens her mouth in a gummy grin that shows of her two little pointy teeth and makes a sound that vaguely resembles gasping. “See! Did you see it? Did you hear it? She laughed at me!” Owen says proudly, giving his wife a smug look. “I love when she does that. She has the cutest laugh. She laughed at me.” “We all laugh at you, Owen.” Jack says, coming into the room. “It's nothing to get so excited about.” “Shut up, Jack-” He mouths the 'ass' part silently and his brother laughs. “Oh how the manly have fallen.” Jack says and Owen glares at him.