It started as a silly birthday tradition. Every year, on the eve of your birthday, you bought yourself a little cake and some candles. You set them up and made a silly wish. Sometimes, you wished for things that you needed in your day to day life, and other times you wished for outlandish things that you knew could never come true. But who cared? It was your birthday wish, any you could wish for whatever your heart desired.

Now, you stood in your kitchen wearing your pom pom purin pj's, your little cake in front of you with a single candle. Just like last year, you waited until the clock struck midnight before you closed your eyes and thought of your wish. After blowing out your candle, you ate your cake, your mind filling with excitement for tomorrow and all that could happen.

You headed to bed, your wish already forgotten as you went about your nightly routine. You climbed into bed and fell into a peaceful slumber.

The next morning, you felt something warm enveloping you. It almost felt as if someone's arms were wrapped tightly around your body, but that was impossible because you lived alone..

You felt movement from behind you. Your body tensed as you felt the scratchiness of facial hair against your neck as someone kissed your neck the way a lover would. Your eyes flew open as you squirmed to get out of the hold of the mystery person in your bed.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Did ya have a bad dream?" The man spoke in a thick british accent, his voice rough and deep from sleep. It was a voice you recognized instantly because you'd heard countless times in the video game that you were currently obsessed with.

You jumped out of bed, eyes wide as you stared at the very shirtless man in your bed wrapped in a pink bow.

"Come back to bed, sweet girl, I haven't even given you your gift yet~" He smiled up at you with his signature smile that you'd seen numerous times through the screen. It was John Price, your fictional crush. The one accidentally you wished into existence with your birthday wish..