Learning Curves || Rise Donnie x Reader

⇜Three⇝

You practically kicked open the door to your dorm. "Layla, I need help." Layla snapped to attention, eyes wide and panicked.

"What? Why? What do you need?"

The panic in the air depleted as you stared at her for a long uninterrupted moment. She stared right back, awkwardly shuffling under your scrutinizing gaze. "What are you wearing?" The smaller girl was dressed in a bright neon green wig, had put makeup all over her face so it was more pink than tan with bright red spots on her cheeks, and wore a blue spandex outfit with purple gloves, boots, and a leotard over it. It took a second for you to realize she was dressed like Atomic Lass. The getup was pretty convincing even if you could tell it was made on a low budget—it matched the show in that regard.

"I'm going to that FanCon I was telling you about." Layla returned to doing her makeup, making her red lipstick pop. You vaguely remembered hearing about it, but at the realization that she was going out to have fun at this con, you cocked an eyebrow.

"Could I join you?" The lipstick clattered to the floor. You grinned easily, tilting your head at the girl curiously. "You look like I just blew your mind."

"You've never once in your life wanted to go to a con. I-I mean, you told me it was a waste of time and money!" Layla's gaze narrowed suspiciously.

"Ok, and I just feel like getting off campus for a little bit." You shrugged casually. "So can you fit me into your schedule or-" The green wig hit you in the face.

"Ohmygosh, sorry!" She grimaced and pulled back, wincing. "I- um, yes you can join me! I was just thinking that your body shape fits Atomic Lass much better than mine. I mean, you're a lot more full figured than me, and..." she continued mumbling, blushing as she looked away.

You walked over to the mirror, putting the wig on over your (h/c) hair and comparing your body to Atomic Lass' in your mind's eye. Then you grinned. You definitely had the hips and bust for it.

"Well if you're gonna give me your cosplay, I'm not gonna complain." You sent the smaller girl a wink. Despite her flushed appearance, she smiled so wide it looked like it was splitting her face.

"I'm doing your makeup!"

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After a shower and at least an hour of getting ready, you were dressed up as Atomic Lass, twirling the character's sledgehammer in your hands. Layla hadn't spared any expense on the hammer; it almost felt real. You wondered vaguely if you could knock someone's head off with it.

Layla walked out of the bathroom in her backup Robot Vampire cosplay. It was mainly cardboard with rollerskates, but she pulled it off somehow. She rolled over to you, grinning widely. If someone could be a physical manifestation of an emotion, she'd be excitement.

"Thanks for helping me out last minute." You sent her a thankful grin, and she bubbled with happiness.

"Thanks for coming with me! I mean, this is amazing! We can get pictures with all of our favorite characters from Jupiter Jim!" She was practically dancing, and she hadn't stopped rolling around the room since she put the skates on. You smiled at her enthusiasm.

"I'm looking forward to meeting Marcus Moncrief in person." You led the way out of the dorm, walking calmly as Layla skated alongside.

"He truly was made for the role," she gushed, going into an explanation of the previous time she met JJ's actor. You two took a bus all the way to FanCon, and she didn't stop talking the entire time. It felt weird leaving campus for something as silly as this, but you found yourself looking forward to it—mostly so you could make Coach Anderson proud, but also to meet your favorite actor.