FRE SHA VACA DO (OHSHC x FEM! reader)
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I was sitting on my couch watching Ouran High School when suddenly my stomach grumbled. I sigh and get up and walk to my kitchen. "What to eat-" I get cut off by my stomach grumbling yet again. "YEAH I KNOW ALREADY! Jeez, I really need friends." I grab F/F and head back into my living room. "THUMP" I gasp and jump slightly, heading towards the source of the sound. "What the-" My voice cut off when a man fell out of the TV and onto me. "Ow, what the hell?" I look up and take in his appearance. He was a tall man with a frail body, he wore white jeans and a black sweatshirt, the oddest part about him was his head. On his shoulders sat a large white TV, one you'd find in an attic or as a hand-me-down from your grandma. "How the..." I began, reaching my hand up slightly to touch the TV. He slapped my hand harshly and stood up. "Please don't, I'd really rather not have to repair that again." He said in a deep voice with a british accent. "What are you doing here?" I ask, cradling my hand against my chest. "Listen, I was sent here by a person I cannot name. But the point is, I'm here to grant you 3 wishes." I nodded, trying to think up the perfect wishes, I turned my head to glance at the TV, Ouran High School... "Three wishes, huh? I wish to go to the Ouran High School Host Club universe, with 6 items of my choosing AND unlimited wifi wherever I go! But it has to be good wifi, nothing crappy... AND unlimited money, I'll never run out..." He sighed and nodded, the gesture looking funny due to his odd headshape. "Very well then..." I nodded eagerly and ran up the stairs, grabbing my phone, phone charger, laptop, laptop charger, headphones, and my skateboard, shoving them into my backpack, I ran back downstairs. "I'm ready to rumble!" I exclaimed. "Get ready..." He mumbled. I hold my breath and everything goes black.
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