That night, you couldn't sleep. You sat up in bed and grabbed your tablet. You loaded up Minecraft and started playing. After an hour or so, your screen glitched, a hand reaching out from it. You tried to scream, but it grabbed your night shirt and dragged to into the device.
You woke to warm somethings wrapped around your stomach. You were drowsy, the warm somethings keeping you there. You opened your eyes, looking down. They were arms... Big, well-built arms that made butterflies errupt in your belly. You glanced behind you, the arms attached to a man in his early or mid twenties. He was heavily muscled, wearing a light blue shirt and darker blue jeans. You were scared, who was this guy? And why was he hugging you?
You thought for a minute, enjoying the warmth.
"Good morning, y/n." He said, his voice deep and slightly rough.
You froze, how did he know your name? You didn't ponder on the subject, him turning over and dragging you with. You squeaked, blushing as he did. You finally had it hit you when you saw his eyes. He was Hero, your mythological boyfriend. You turned redder than a cherry. He smiled and chuckled, lifting your chin a bit. You whimpered, after all the dreams, was He going to kill you?
He shook his head, sitting up. You slid into his lap, still scared. He cupped your cheek and kissed you. W-what was he doing? What was this feeling? Your body had shocks running through it as He kissed you. But you pulled away, awarding a grin from Him.
"Oh? I see you don't trust me yet, y/n. I can fix that."
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In Love With A Myth | A Herobrine X Reader
RomanceYou, an 16 year-old girl, was an absolute fangirl of the Minecraft myth, Herobrine. You drew Him all the time. But lately, strange dreams and feelings in the middle of the night were worrying you. Was He real?
