ONCE Imagines/Preferences (Requests Closed)

This wasn't requested by somebody. But I wanted to give some credit to Once_Upon_A_Glade. She wrote the last poem (I picked a small bit and changed a little bit so it could match with the imagine) if you want to read the full poem check out our shared account PositiveGirls. She posted the full poem in our book "Hi, I'm anon."
I hope you all like this imagine!

Tilly POV.

I walked around [Y/C/N]'s apartment. Rogers had asked [her/him] if I could stay here for a few days while he tries to get prove that I didn't kill the woman in the hospital. I went into [her/his] bedroom, which I knew that I shouldn't do, and looked around.

On a little shelf were a few books. An Alice in Wonderland book, a few other books, a sketchbook and POEMS?! [SHE/HE] WRITES POEMS? I grabbed the book from the shelf and opened it while sitting down on [her/his] bed.

The way her body marches down the street.
Crushing the dirt underneath her feet.
Her blonde hair waves in the wind.
But there are demons inside her mind.
She wants to let people in,
But all they ever see is sin.

Wow, this is so good! I wonder about who this poem is... I turned the page and started to read the next poem.

Her name is Alice.
When I'm around her,
It feels like I'm living in a palace.
But oh dear,
This feeling is rather far than near.

I've never heard of a girl named Alice... Maybe she doesn't live here in Hyperion Heights. Why are poems always so mysterious? I turned the page again and saw a few wet spots on the paper, letting the ink of the pen spread a bit. I think that [she/he] was crying while writing this one.. But before I could read it, I heard the front door open.

I quickly closed the book and put it back in it's place. I walked out of [Y/C/N]'s bedroom and saw [her/him] looking at me.

"I was.. Uh.. Looking for the bathroom..." [She/he] laughed softly and pointed to the door next to [her/his] bedroom door.

"That's the bathroom." I smiled at [her/him] and replied with a soft 'thank you' before walking into the bathroom. Oof, that was close...

After dinner and when we were done with the dishes we sat down on the couch. [She/he] put on some music, started to hum and sway along. A smile grew onto my lips at the sight. [She/he] swayed over to me and pulled me up from the couch. I started to dance with [her/him] to the music and after about thirty minutes, we let ourselves fall back onto the couch.

"What do you actually do for a living?" I looked at [her/him]. [She/he] ran [her/his] hand through [her/his] hair and looked at me.

"I work at the local supermarket and in my free time I like to write." I nodded.

"What kind of things do you write?" [She/he] blushed a bit and her lips curled into a slight smile. Awhh, [she/he]'s a bit embarrassed. [She/he] looks so cute right now! What wait?

"I mostly write sci-fi stories and sometimes poems." A smile formed onto my lips. "I can show you something if you want." I nodded and [she/he] stood up, walking into [her/his] room.

Not soon after [she/he] came back into the living room with [her/his] poem book. [She/he] handed it to me and I opened it again. I re-read the first few and nodded.

"They're amazing, [Y/N]!" [Her/his] cheeks reddened a little bit and I flipped the page. The paper with tear stains was now in front of me.

Why doesn't she see me?
What else could I do?
Don't you know?
I do all these things just for you.
Did you even hear what I said?
It's like I'm just in the back of your head.

I do well in school,
I'm top of the class.
Followed all your rules
Never showed you sass.
But still you never noticed me.
What should I do
To get you to see . . .

Here I am
Calling your name
Hoping one day,
You'll here me
If you do,
I hope you'll have time to say,
"I love you."

I dance my heart out,
I sing so well
I write original songs.
But when will it stop?
That horrible feeling you know it's not enough.

Damn, this is really something... I feel sorry for [Y/N] and I hope the Alice-girl will see [her/him] one day. I closed the poem book and handed it back to [Y/N].

"Your writings are amazing, [Y/N]!" [She/he] layed it on the little coffee table and sat down next to me on the couch.

"Thanks! Not many have seen it.." [She/he] looked at me and I leaned closer to [her/him]. A knock came from the door and [she/he] stood up to open it. Rogers walked in and sat down on a chair next to the couch.

"You don't have to worry anymore, there is evidence that you didn't do it." A sigh of relief escaped my lips and [Y/N] hugged me.

"Thank you, Rogers!" I stood up and hugged him. He smiled at me and I sat back down in the couch.

"Where are you going to stay?" He looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't know yet." He nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but [Y/N] was a but quicker.

"You can stay here if you want. I could use some company anyway!" I nodded and smiled at [her/him].

"Thank you, [Y/N]. That means a lot to me!" [She/he] hugged me again. [She/he] stood up and grabbed three bottles of beer.

"Let's celebrate!" [She/he] handed Rogers one and the other to me.

"CHEERS!" We clinked our bottles together and all took a big sip to celebrate the good things.

Thanks for reading!
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