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 and you could wish for whatever your heart desired.

Now, you stood in your kitchen wearing your unicorn 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.

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. You lived alone..

You felt movement from behind you, your hair being gently moved out of the way and soft kisses were being placed at the nape of your neck. Your body jerked at the sensation, eyes flying 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 drawled in a thick southern 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.

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