natasha romanoff one-shots (gxg)

𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭.𝟐

a/n: (requested) i feel like almost all of my stories have been getting some kind of part two lately and i don't know what to think about that? but anyways, i do think this story deserves a continuation so here you go 😚

this one's all over the place i'm sorry lmao

You pull the box, filled with your collection of stickers and sticker sheets, out of the bookshelf and open it. Various colorful images instantly pop into your field of vision — Paw Patrol dogs, dinosaurs, sparkly princesses and Disney characters and glow-in-the-dark ghosts. You add another handful of stickers, then close the lid and shove the box back in its spot, right between some thrillers and an old vase.

Natasha's watching you from the desk, her arms loosely crossed in front of her chest. She hums as you straighten up, her gaze traveling over your body in an almost lazy manner. A smile forms on her face.

"Your collection is starting to rival mine."

"Not even close", you retort, moving to sink into her lap without really thinking about it. She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you closer, and you pretty much melt into her like an ice cube left out in the sun. "He did like the glittery ones. I'll have to get more of those."

"Or", she muses, nuzzling your nape with her nose, "you calm down a bit. Enough stickers. Seriously. Otherwise, I'll have to take out a loan."

"I pay for them myself", you mutter, although you can't really disagree with her. Natasha's right — the amount of money you've spent on those stupid stickers is embarrassing. You're pretty sure your tax advisor thinks you've lost your mind. Or, maybe, have a side gig as a sticker-dealer or something. But you can't help it — Grayer's always so happy to get a new sticker from either of you.

"Y/N." She kisses the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, her hand slipping under your shirt. Her hand feels cold against your warm skin, making you flinch ever so slightly. "You'll run out of money eventually. And then what? I sell the apartment to support your sticker-addiction?"

"It's not my sticker-addiction. It's Grayer's. And by the way, it's your fault. You're the one who was giving those damn stickers to him in the first place."

"Hm", she hums. "And they're what made you fall in love with me."

What an odd conclusion. Yes, sure, her bond with the little boy and the fact that she always had stickers on herself to brighten his day (or, sometimes, get him to shut up) was cute. Really cute. It definitely made her more intriguing, you have to admit that, but you wouldn't go as far as to credit those little adhesive pictures of cartoon characters for your relationship.

"If you really think that, you're even more of a hopeless case than I thought." You slide off her lap, turning around to give her a short kiss, and then grab your purse. Natasha gives you a small pout as she watches you, knowing you're about to leave.

"Already? And here I thought we had another minute or two."

You slip out of your shoes as you glance at her, a feigned look of exasperation on your face. You snatch your keys without looking at them, eyes still firmly glued to your girlfriend who, unfortunately, is looking very enticing right now. But even more unfortunately, you have an appointment you can't be late for.

"Job interview, Nat", you remind her, stuffing the keys into your bag. "I told you I'm done with the whole retail-thing."

After you got fired from your job as Grayer's nanny, you had to find a job. Or rather, wanted to find a job, since Natasha was more than happy to support you financially for the time being. But you never liked relying on others, especially not on your girlfriend, so you made sure to find a job as quickly as possible. Then your friend told you about a job offer at a local Trader Joe's, one that didn't require much training or anything, and you were happy to find out you got the job immediately.