Learning Curves || Rise Donnie x Reader

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^I had to include this for obvious reasons :D 

When you awoke, you saw Layla sprawled out in what had to be an uncomfortable position, slowly blinking her eyes. You shut off your alarm quickly so her teammate could sleep in, sending her an apologetic smile as you stretched and rolled out of bed.

Layla's phone was still in her hand—likely completely out of battery—so you carefully slid it out of her hand and plugged it in. The screen lit up with 1% battery life, which made you smirk—until you spotted some notifications from the fanfiction site Layla frequented. They were replies from Bootyyyshaker9000, and they sounded a little less than kind, but that hostility was targeted towards 'that roommate of yours'.

Scoffing quietly, you pulled out your phone to see a couple DM notifications as well, all of them from the same author. You knew you had assignments to work on for multiple classes, but you weren't about to let the blatant disrespect slide. So sitting on your bed, you pulled up the fanfiction app and scrolled over to your notifications.

Bootyyyshaker9000: You're the roommate of 'AtomicSassLover', I presume?

Bootyyyshaker9000: Listen lady, just because you've been around the block a couple times doesn't mean everyone has. In addition, that was a real cowardly move having your friend say it for you. Are you too scared to send the message yourself? You're a classic internet troll hiding behind someone else's account to say rude things about someone you don't even know.

Bootyyyshaker9000: I could write circles around you, and I'm vastly intellectually superior compared to your simple mind. What have you accomplished in your life besides disappointing your parents?

You glared down at your phone, your grip on the case tightening. A small joke made them react like a child throwing a temper tantrum? They had no right to say any of that to you! Especially that bit about your parents.

(Your/Username): Who are you calling a disappointment? You write fanfiction! I bet if your mom saw your poor excuse for smut, she'd cry! Or are you already disowned?

(Y/U): I didn't want to waste my much more valuable time on someone like you, but I thought I'd do you the courtesy of letting you know you needed to get laid. For the sake of any potential readers you manage to trick into reading your garbage, you owe it to them to figure out how sex works. Try asking your parents—I'm guessing they never taught you about the birds and the bees because they never thought you'd need to know.

Smirking, you clicked your phone off and turned your still angry gaze towards your assignments. You attacked them with vigor—the only upside to getting your pride attacked by some nobody with the username BootyShaker. Seriously, did they have no shame?

You spent a couple hours working on the assignments you liked to put off until the weekend, until you felt your stomach growl. Deciding you needed a break anyway, you got up, grabbed your campus ID, then headed out of the dorm. On the walk to the campus cafeteria, you pulled out your phone. The author replied. Opening the messages, you read through them.

Bootyyyshaker9000: I'm sorry not everyone is as easy as you. I don't have a mom, but clearly yours didn't teach you how to have standards as evidenced by your one night stands. Seriously? Brandon C.? Have some self respect.

You stopped walking. How did this random internet user know that? You typed back a message quickly.

(Y/U): How do you know that?

No snark, just genuine curiosity. And maybe a little fear. You weren't completely in the know about cyber security stuff, but you do know it's pretty easy to find personal information about someone through different social media sites. And if there was a way to get a user's IP address, then that opened up a world of possibilities. But just in case there was a chance you knew each other irl, you clicked on their profile. They said their name was Othello—among information about how much they loved Atomic Lass. What a pretentious name. But unfortunately, it was unfamiliar.