Medic Tf2 Comic Novels & Stories

Tyler runs over the backline with ease and everyone cheers. "Go Jake!" I cheer, standing up and Wes joins me. Before we sit down, Wes laughs at something and I try to follow his gaze. He points to one of the medics who has fallen off his chair. I try not to laugh, but Wes’ laugh is contagious. We sit down, still laughing at the medic on the ground.

A thrilling, sweet, forced-romance arc is about to begin! I stared at the comments as a chill crept down my spine. I clenched my jaw so hard that my teeth rattled. I replayed everything in my head and finally realized what felt off. His face was caked in such heavy makeup that I couldn't see what he really looked like. He'd casually said he worked as a livestreamer, yet there wasn't a single piece of streaming equipment in the apartment. Regret hit me hard. I'd been far too careless.

I said sensing her sadness over the phone “I know” She said “I can't wait for you to be back” Only if she knew i won't be back untill a year later. “How's your deficency” She said sarcastically in a bid to lighten the atmosphere “Never been better” I replied “Hope you ain't scaring them off with your cow characteristics” we both burst into fits of laughter “Ava!!” “I'm just joking, but hope you are taking your drugs” “ Yeah i am, trust me to take care of myself” I said biting the inside of my lips.

As he turned and swept his gaze over the rest of the school body, their eyes dropped, afraid to make contact. 'They're afraid of me,' he thought. He felt a rush of endorphins, boosting his mood for the first time since Angelica texted him by accident, dropping herself in the shit. It was a strange feeling, but the longer he sat with them, joining in their inane chatter about the teachers they hated and the video games they played, the more comfortable it became. He found out Kez was into the same kind of music as him, and Ahmed played the same first-person shooter he was currently obsessed with.

"We can't leave here unless the sun will die down." "Yes. Let's play wild rift first. It is the first Launch today." "Yeah! I'll use Teemo?" "No, I'll use him." "I'll go Mid Ahri." "Yeah, we have Faker here." "Yeah... I can go jungle." "I'm shoemaker!" "Hahaha!" Everyone laughed. "You are a delusional man. How can it be you?" "I am Angel of Suning man!" "Nah... I can play better than him." "Caps?" "No way! Open your phone now."

CANNON EASY PEASY, LEMON FUCKING SQUEEZY. Except it wasn’t that easy, not by a long shot it wasn’t. “In the army huh. My cousin was a seal of some sort, five years in the TEAMS and he came back as a nutjob”, Ted or Jake ( I couldn’t fucking tell them apart anyway) said and I swallowed his insinuation of ‘ all military men are fucking nuts’ with a small forced smile. Try watching your pals blow into smithereens and then tell me how you would react after. We weren’t necessarily whack in the head but whatever shit we saw in the open field stayed imbued in us like a fucking drug.

"Aria! Wait up!" He's smiling broadly as he approaches me. "Everything okay? We haven't spoken in a while. I always see you around, but you always look...busy." "I'm fine. You? Big game today." "Yeah." He scratches the back of his neck. "It's kind of a big deal. Moonveil...they're fierce. See how many medics they have?" "I was wondering about that, actually." "Yeah. They fight, not play. But we have the best medics in the world, so I'm not worried." He punches my arm lightly and his touch lingers, staring on the spot right next to my left breast for a little too long before his hand drops to his side.

I smiled, and he quirked his brow at me. “No wonder you are good at kicking butts,” He teased, and I rolled my eyes at him. He dropped the comic back on the table, I think the one he was holding was Thor versus Hercules, one of my favorite collections of Marvel's comics. Kayden observed all the stuff on my table and when his gaze fell on the picture of my younger self, he grinned and picked it up immediately. “I'm certain, this is you,” He smirked, and my cheeks turned pink.