Multi Fandom Imagines by a Multi Fandom Fangirl

Close (Nick Jonas & Tove Lo)💔Aiden X Reader💔Minecraft: Story Mode

I'm ecstatic about today, for this is the day that Aiden finally gets out of Sky City prison. I've missed him so, so much. For months, I've been counting down the days. And now, it's finally here. I'll never let him do a stupid thing like what he did ever again. I never want to lose him ever again.

Aiden and I . . . have always had a special bond. Like one you've never had with anyone before who was just simply your "best friend". One of those where you could always feel something between you two. Where you love him to death, but not the kind of everyday love for friends. Even though that's all you are. Friends. And you're scared that's all you'll ever be.

He's just not like anyone I've ever really known. I mean, I am not really known for ever being speechless. But now, somehow, my words roll off my tongue, right onto Aiden's lips. . . . I keep cool while he just smiles, saying all the things I'm thinking. In short, he just knows me so well.

I glance out the window multiple times, waiting for just a glimpse of him. It feels like the billionth time I've checked when I finally see someone—but, unfortunately, it's not him. By the trillionth time, I see something—someone—promising. I have to actually get up and look outside to make sure it's him.

My heart skips a beat the moment I recognize his face. This is it. He's finally here.

Once he makes it to my porch step, I swing the door open and throw myself onto him. "You're back," I say, my voice muffled by his jacket.

"I am," he says. "And glad to be it."

"I've missed you so much," I say, half-laughing, half-crying. "Don't ever do this to me again."

"I missed you too, (Y/N)," he says, stroking my hair. "And I promise, I will never do that again."

"Good," I say. "You idiot."

"Yeah, I probably deserved that."

I squeeze him tightly as possible.

"Will you ever let go of me?" he asks.

"Only if you want me to," I say. "Only if you want space."

He scoffs. "I'm not going backward. I won't ask for space. After all, space was just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get too close."

"Oh, so close," I say.

"I want you close."

"But close isn't close enough."

"No, it never is."

I sigh.

Ever since this day, we never leave each other's side. Because if I want him—and I want him—I won't go backward, won't ask for space. Because space was just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get too close.

This will be one of many that's based on songs.
Because I'm trash.
SO I NEED Y'ALL TO REQUEST THINGS PLIZ
I get bored in study hall.
Anyway I have a bunch of already-written and in-the-middle-of-being-written imagines so I'll try to release them daily until I'm all out.