Imagine: your sitting on the sofa and next to you is you're wife, Norman Cordial. out of no where you pull out a bird feather and tickle her neck. she sneezes and accidentally punches u :/ she says sorry but you can't here her over the blood pouring from ur nostrils.
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Fifth Harmony Imagines
Fanfictionthis is dedicated to a particular person (you know who you are ;)) - - - (this is definitely a joke, none of the characters are mine, no offence is meant to anyone, blah blah)
