Donna troy (titans) 74, 89 Christmas prompts
Characters: Reader x Donna Troy
Warnings: —
Prompt: 74. “Can you help me put the star on top of the tree?” & 89. “Are you still mad because I ate the last cookie?”
Word Count: 492
A/N: hope it’s okay
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Donna strains as she tries to reach the top of the Christmas tree, pine needles crunching beneath her as she struggles to try and perch the star on top. The two of you had just bought a Christmas tree for your shared flat, and were decorating it together. Or, more realistically, Donna was decorating it, as you had disappeared and was nowhere to be found.
Donna lets out a frustrated sigh, shaking her head at herself. She’s fought some of the deadliest people on the planet, and yet, she can’t put a star on top of a tree? She almost laughs at the thought as she looks over her shoulder, trying to find out before she calls out, “Hey, y/n? Can you help me put the star on top of the tree?”
After a moment of silence, you trudge into the living room, and Donna frowns as she can see that you’re clearly upset about something. Folding your arms across your chest, you raise an eyebrow at her as you taunt, “Wonder Girl can’t decorate the Christmas tree by herself?”
“Woah,” Donna jerks back, blinking at you and your uncharacteristic snideness. Her eyebrows furrow as she continues, “Someone’s in a great mood, huh?”
You drag a chair over, taking the star from her before climbing on top of the chair, delicately placing the star on the uppermost branch. Donna holds out her hand, attempting to help you step down, but you ignore her, jumping down as you state, “There. All done.”
You push past her, and Donna racks her brain as she tries to think about what could possibly be upsetting you. Just before you can slink out of the living room, it suddenly hits her, and Donna resists the urge to roll her eyes as she says, “Wait, are you still mad because I ate the last cookie?”
By the look on your face as you turn around to face her, Donna knows that’s exactly what this is about. She presses her lips together, and you can see how badly she’s trying to hold back her laughter, and you try and turn away as she approaches you, reaching out and looping her arms around your waist. She pulls you towards her, trying to get you to look at her as she promises, “Hey, I’ll bake more for you! Come on, you can’t stay mad at me for that.”
“I can, and I will.” you shoot back, and you hate how easy it is to smile when Donna does, and she lets out a chuckle as you reluctantly let her lean over to kiss your cheek. You shake your head, finally letting a small smile crack through your solemn expression as you wrap your arms around Donna.
“Well, I better get on it.” Donna replies, kissing your nose before she lets go of you, making her way into the kitchen. “I’ll bake you all the cookies in the world, y/n.”
