A/N: finally got a Wanda fic done :) I really like how this came out so I kinda hope it doesn’t flop :3
Sum: Asleep at your desk, work was just too much, so Wanda put you to bed.
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Piles and piles of paperwork, your eyes started to twitch and words became a dancing blur. The headache of paper wouldn’t stop and your eyes fluttered heavy, threatening sleep. You shook yourself awake determined to finish. No distractions. No sleep. You would get this done. Or at least that's what you told yourself;
Wanda knew how hard you had been working, and even though you begged her for no distractions; she had to bring you water, maybe just an excuse to see you, but she knew how awful you were at staying hydrated and couldn't resist a visit.
Her knock on your office door was left without a reply, she was hesitant but opened it anyway. A dull lit room. Piles of unsorted work sleepily organised in messy stacks that just about drowned your figure; slumped over a folder snoring blissfully, she couldn’t help but giggle, creeping closer and bending down to meet your face with a grin.
“Love” she whispers. “You fell asleep.” your audible groan of annoyance at being half woken made her laugh. You’re clearly overworked, there's no chance she's leaving you here. She puts the water down beside you, her arms find your waist preparing to carry you to bed.
“No ..I gotta work..” you mutter in protest, still half asleep. Wanda chuckles at your stubbornness, placing a kiss to your temple.
“No work now love. You need sleep.”
Your grunt of disagreement fades almost instantaneously to a snore, and she takes her chance to scoop you away. You don’t complain this time, letting your arms flop over her shoulders, your head automatically snuggling into the warmth of her neck.
If being an avenger had any advantage it meant she could carry you with ease, picking you up like you weighed nothing, always grinning as you rolled your eyes and let her carry you.
Wanda shuffled quietly from your nest of work, closing the door and tiptoeing to your room. She was quiet enough not to wake you, laying you gently on the bed and fetching a pair of her clothes for you to sleep in. Her quiet giggles as you muttered about work in your sleep filled the room; she finally got you in bed, pulling the comforter up around you both and wrapping her arms over your frame. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, and she hummed fondly as you shuffled closer in search of cuddles.
Your work would have to wait until morning, you would be grateful at least to wake up in the soft arms of your red haired girlfriend, wearing her clothing with a grin and snuggling against her muttering your love. For now you were asleep, paperwork left only to mock your dreams and the sweet embrace that marked your face with a cheesy smile.
“Good night my sleepless love.” She whispers, kissing your head once more.
