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head back laughing like a little kid

idk why i’m formatting this like my other longer fic but . i thought of the lyric as a title and i really liked it lol (from taylor swift’s “begin again”)

here is some sleep-deprived shadowhunter!quinntina from the brain of a sleep-deprived jeanne :) 

it’s not really that relevant but this is kind of in the same verse as my other shadowhunter fics and lmk if anyone wants/needs explanation of shadowhunty stuff :P none of it is very relevant to the plot or anything in this one tho

and pls i wrote this in like an hour and barely proofread it but i’m just tired and have been wanting to write some quinntina again for so longgggggg so i finally did and i’m just gonna post it lol

fully under the cut because idk where to put the cut but yeah here’s an attempt at some fluff my dudes <3

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Tina falls asleep on Quinn halfway through Monthly Columbus Institute Movie Night… or whatever they’re calling it. Her head lands softly on Quinn’s shoulder and Quinn shifts slightly to a more comfortable position, wrapping her arm around Tina’s shoulders. She ignores the glances of her friends, who are looking at her as if they aren’t the same brand of sappy and adorable with their significant others, and instead leans her cheek on the top of Tina’s head.

She guesses she falls asleep too. The next thing she knows, she wakes up to Kurt poking her like he’s five years old again. 

“Stop,” she grumbles, pushing his hand away but trying not to jostle Tina too much.

“Movie’s done. Go to bed.”

“You’re my parabatai, not my mom.” She makes another annoyed noise under her breath and Kurt chuckles, getting the point and making his way to the doorway where Blaine waits for him, and they leave the library together. 

Quinn starts to wake up a little more, but Tina’s still fast asleep, mouth slightly open and body completely relaxed but curled into Quinn’s. She smiles, brushing some strands of Tina’s black hair away from her face and pressing her lips to her forehead. 

“Hey,” she whispers, shrugging her shoulder a little but not wanting to jostle Tina too much. It does the trick - Tina’s always been a light sleeper - and Tina stirs, blinking her eyes open slowly. “Hey sleepyhead,” Quinn says, grinning, and kisses the tip of Tina’s nose.

Tina scrunches her nose and snuggles further into Quinn’s side. “Hey,” she answers, voice low. Her eyes slide shut again and her lips curl upward, a little playfully.

Quinn’s smile grows. “Planning to go to bed tonight? Why are you so wiped out?”

Tina hums. “Stayed up last night, used some Energy runes, had patrol, whatever.” She buries her face in Quinn’s neck. “I’m tired.”

“I can see that.”

Tina sticks out her tongue. Against Quinn’s neck. Who jumps slightly and squeaks in surprise. “You are two years old!” she laughs. “Tina!” 

Tina giggles and Quinn can feel it against the skin between her neck and shoulder. 

“Come on,” Quinn groans with a laugh, trying to stand up but there’s a whole Shadowhunter sprawled across her. “By the Angel, T, don’t you want to sleep in your bed?” 

“No, this is good.” Her voice is muffled against Quinn’s stomach now, somehow having gotten her to lie down across the couch and piled herself on top of her.

“You’re so annoying.”

“Only for you, baby.”

Quinn smiles so wide at the ceiling, because Raziel, she loves this idiot on her lap.

And if she has to spend the night on the cramped library couches for aforementioned idiot, she will.

(Not tonight, though.)

Quinn pulls Tina towards her, a random leftover Strength rune burning on her arm, and maneuvers her so that she’s carrying her with one arm under Tina’s knees and the other under her arms. 

“This isn’t easy, you know,” Quinn huffs as she stands, and Tina’s body is shaking with laughter as she walks out of the library. Quinn looks down at her and grins again, laughing and saying, “You are such a child when you’re tired.”

“Blame the Energy runes. They leave you burned out.”

“Oh, I’ll blame someone.”

“Yeah, you know what? Blame your fucking parabatai, he’s the one who kept me up last night with his new sketches even though he knew I had a day of patrols scheduled -- ” Tina cuts off with a short squeal as Quinn all but tosses her onto the bed, throwing herself on after, and they collapse into a fit of giggling.

Maybe tomorrow will also be an Energy-rune-and-crash kind of day.