Shadowhunter Chronicles Imagines/ One-Shots | REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

simon lewis : poke

(Y/N) bounced as she landed on her bed, tossing her arms behind her head and crossing her feet at the ankles.

Simon tossed his black leather jacket over the corner of her bed. He the reached his hands above his head and stretched, sitting in a classroom all day taking a test about Demonology had made him stiff.

"Those chairs are so uncomfortable." Simon said, slipping his shoes off and running his hands over his face.

(Y/N) laughed, "Have you ever been in a classroom chair that was?" She asked, pulling at the scrunchie on her wrist.

Simon shrugged in agreement, his eyes running over the outfit his friend was wearing. She was wearing a maroon crop top and wore high waist black leather pants, leaving only a couple inches of her middle exposed. Thrown on top was a black leather jacket, a pair of angel wings stitched into the back. Simon thought it suited her well, the outfit was just as daring as she was but the wings gave it a soft childlike aspect that he knew he only saw.

(Y/N) and Simon had met only two months ago, when Simon had been sent to the Shadowhunter's Academy just outside of Idris. Having helped save the world from Sebastian and Valentine he had been put into advance classes, and immediately started failing. (Y/N) had helped him train extra outs and studied with him, the two had grown close fast.

Simon tussled his chocolate hair, pushing the over grown ends out of his eyes. He then dipped into the bed next to (Y/N), she rolled to the side to make room for him. Once he was all settled, one arm behind his head, she rolled back so her head laid on his shoulder.

"How do you think you did on the test?" Simon asked, finally filling the few seconds of silence between them. It was apparent to him that there was something on her mind, but he knew that she would tell him in her own so he decided it better to not push.

She shrugged, still playing with her hair tie, "I think I passed but I doubt by much." (Y/N) admitted. The truth was she spent so much time helping Simon study for things he couldn't remember that she barely had spent any time studying herself.

Simon looked down at her, "Really?" He asked, "You always do so good." Simon told her, patting her leg with his hand.

She looked down when he touched her, not wanting him too see the smile that crept onto her lips. Whenever he did that she felt her chest leap, it was a feeling that (Y/N) hadn't felt in a long time. They were just supposed to be friends but she couldn't help but feel this way.

Simon narrowed his eyes and went against his judgment, "What's wrong?" He asked, she was never this quiet. When she only shrugged Simon grew even more concerned. "Come on." Simon asked, poking her in the side.

She jumped away, smiling when he poked her. Simon smiled, he sat up from where he laid and smirked at her.

"Tell me." He said, poking her come again. His fingers sinking into her sides time after time.

She giggled, "Simon stop!" (Y/N) cried out, trying to retract from him but found her body pressed against the wall. She couldn't help but let out loud laughs as he tickled her. "Simon please!" (Y/N) begged, her arms wrapping around her sides in attempt to protect herself from the assault.

Simon shook his head, "Nope." He said, his mouth making a popping noise as against the 'p'. "Not until you tell me what's bugging you." Simon said, pulling her hands away from her sides so he could continue to poke her.

(Y/N) continued to laugh, feeling her chest tighten from the lack of breathing. She couldn't help but smile as Simons hands ran down her sides, all thoughts of her crush on him went out of the window. The adrenaline of being tickled clouded her mind.