The Jayce Myles Comics: Personal Business Should Never To Be Shared With Acquaintances
Donnie was supposed to meet up with Jayce two days ago, but Jayce had postponed their meeting to a Sunday afternoon. When he gets to their usual spot, he couldn’t help but see the bandage wrapped around Jayce’s left eye. Their meeting isn’t meant to discuss about each other’s personal business, so he tries to keep everything professional. Jayce also couldn’t help but get uncomfortable at Donnie’s cold stare when she would try to talk about their plans on attacking another criminal on the loose. Donnie finally brings up her left eye, but instead of breaking her professionalism, she challenges Donnie and asks if he really wants to know. This gets him to shut up, they know that Donnie doesn’t truly care about their personal life and only wanted the documented condition of her left eye. Jayce stands up to leave the cafe but Donnie was quick to grab their wrist and softly whisper, “Stay for a minute…” This makes Donnie raise an internal question to himself, “what happened two days ago?”
WOOHOO!! THE SECOND COMIC!! I’m happy with this one since we finally see Jayce interacting with one of the turtles. I really hope you guys enjoyed both comics this month because I will be doing more of these in 2024! So follow me if you’re interested in this series. Thank you all so much and hope you have an excellent day/night!!!
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"No One Else but You..." (Part 1)
RISE! FUTURE DONNIE x GN! Reader Series
A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! Hope everyone has a lovely morning/night to start the new year off. And speaking of starting off- here is the first chapter of "No One Else but You..." ENJOYYY!!!
If you haven't read the introduction- that's fine! But if you do want to here you are:
You gasp for air as you wake from your slumber.
You had a nightmare...but can't recall what it was about. Ah, the typical "I had a nightmare- but immediately forgot what it was about." A classic...
Stretching your arms, cracking your back, climbing out of bed, and putting on some slippers. Yawning in the process, you pick up your phone, looking at the time.
9:30
....CRAP!
"I'M LATE- !" you started rushing around the room gathering something "professional" to wear and tossing your once comfortably warm pjs across the room.
It was hard enough that you left home for college to continue your "most precious" dream career... if only it was so easy. Once you got to California- it was like putting a goldfish into a pool of hungry piranhas. You had no idea where to go, no idea what to do, and most importantly no one to comfort you whilst you were gone.
You left New York to California hoping for something greener on the other side. Hoping to be able to see more things and get more experiences, but of course, life had another plan to drop the ball on you.
Ah, the feeling...the feeling of the young naive you wandering around town with hopeful sparkles in your eyes...those sparkles had dimmed a long time ago since then.
This was your final chance to get something done right. This job interview would be the pin in what you always wanted. That is-- if the traffic would hurry up.
Once you've arrived; you rush up the office stairs, holding your files and resumes in hand, some papers trying to fly away and you tripping on your feet.
People giving you looks as you kept running into them, with your apologies following after.
FINALLY! You made it to the front desk.
"Um...hello there," you said to the desk lady typing on her computer before looking at you with her glasses sliding to her nose and with a... not-so-welcoming look in her eyes.
"Yes...? What is your business for today?" She replied to your question, almost bitterly.
"I'm sorry for coming in so late- but I'm here for the 9 o'clock interview. For the opening position?" You were nearly about to ramble to the lady before she cut you off coldly.
"That position has already been filled." She continued to look back at her computer, typing and TRYING to ignore you...but you couldn't take that. Nope. Not today.
You place your papers on the desk, leaning in and holding your hand to her in confusion. "What do you mean it's been filled? I was told that there was no one applying for the role and that I would be qualified if I showed all my papers!"
The lady looked up at you and slowly moved your hand down before leaning in. "You were too late then..." she leaned back before sighing; "Someone else came in before you...you win some you lose some sweetie. The time you moved on..." She went back to typing.
...
You didn't know what to do...everything had gone down the drain. Whoever told you that being a regular citizen would be this hard...? No one that's for sure...
When these times were tough you remembered home...
"HOME"
You want to remember that feeling; coming home from school and walking with April to the sewers to greet your green friends...
Mikey, Raph, Leo...Donnie. All the chaos that would run rampant around the lair, the Jupiter Jim marathons, and most importantly- the weekly sleepovers that you would have with them.
They were the closest thing to family that you had! And with Donnie...you were close.
After all, he was the first one you met, the first REAL person to come into your life...it all began that day at the rooftop where he "rescued" you from the purple dragons back in high school...it was funny when you look back at it and how he TRIED to convince you that he was not a talking turtle and some guy in cosplay...but you knew better. What human calls other people 'fellow human' and says they do 'regular human activities'?
However, he slightly eased up when you didn't fall for it...and you kind of relieved him and freaked him out when you weren't phased by it-
It was a hassle sometimes...with his teasing and sarcasm that would erupt from him. Those precisely drawn eyebrow raises he would give you when you were just a little slow to catch onto something...but you knew at the end of the day, he was always there for you when you called or texted.
The weekly sleepovers with the guys soon just became you and Donnie making a fort for you to sleep in his room. Or rather- you falling asleep in his lab whilst he worked on something.
Better yet! You would wake up in his bed and he would sleep in his work chair in his lab...
It was sad to see that fade away like a distant memory...and that you had broken apart since then...
Ever since that fight that you had with him on the phone, you both couldn't talk to each other again. It was too painful to look back and remember the words that you both said to each other that night.
The falling of friends happens sometimes...but losing someone closer is another.
Scrolling through your old photos; you couldn't help but feel the slight grief when scrolling and still seeing the pictures of you and Donnie. It was so very few when you caught him with a smile... it was usually a scowl or straight face...but then you stopped on an old photo that Donnie had taken himself on your phone.
The night where you had fallen asleep on him, trying to survive to midnight on New Years, his hand on your head and there he was...with a slight smile on his face.
He had explained to you that morning that it was a "New Year's Gift" and you teased him for it...which he then "threatened" to delete if you were to abuse your power against him.
With Donnie...you never knew what you were going to get...but you knew that he was there. And that's what mattered...and in his way; he cared.
Tears slowly started to fill the corners of your eyes, looking at his for a moment that felt like forever...it was a brief moment considering you were in public on a sidewalk bench-
You missed him...and you wondered if he missed you.
*ding-ding* - your phone had a random number notification. Assuming it was junk mail- you went to delete it.
Until you read the message.
"Y/N"
"Come back."
"We miss you..."
(END)
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