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What if they were wizards? (Hetalia) Germany

HOUSE: GRYFFINDOR

WHY? He's brave, loyal, athletic and good looking, studious.

Quidditch position: Keeper

Hobbies: secretly grows plants, Charming things, muggle sports.

Talents: Potions,animagus, muggle Studies,runs on very little sleep.

Trouble: He gets a lot of howlers from Austria. Goes out looking for Prussia after lights out and gets caught by Filch sometimes.

Patronus: Bengal Tiger

House he gets along with the best: Slytherin and Hufflepuff

If he was in the marauder era: Best friends with James and Remus mostly.

Marauder name: Foxy, because of his animagus.

Meeting the golden trio: didnt know of Harry Potter,was told by Italy. demanded to know why Harry has a scar like a lightning bolt when they met. Said Ron needs more potato in his diet. Likes Hermione but thinks she's bossy sometimes.

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HE UNDERSTOOD LMFAO ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

the wait for the abs goes on

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OOOH TRANSLATION GIFS❤❤👍👏👏💙

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How cuteeee is heee

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Imagine having an extremely sarcastic, but flirty, conversation with House.

“You know, they don’t call me Bones because I’m a doctor.”

You raised an eyebrow at House, trying to hide your amusement, “No one calls you Bones, House.”

“No one here calls me Bones,” House corrected and you rolled your eyes.

“No one calls you Bones anywhere,” you reiterated.

“You don’t know that.”

“I’m pretty sure I do.”

“Whatever. Let me try something else.” House made a big deal of consulting a notebook before asking in an exaggerated voice, “Is your name Flecainide? Because I think you just made my heart skip a beat.”

You shook your head, allowing a chuckle to escape your lips, “Maybe you should go see a doctor about that.”

House frowned in mock confusion, “Well, are you a doctor? Because you just cured my erectile dysfunction.”

You groaned, “Okay, that’s just nasty.”

“Fine. Tell you what, playing ‘Doctor’ is for kids. Let’s play Gynecologist.”

“Not gonna happen.”

House pursed his lips, scowling childishly. “This conversation is over.”

“Any particular reason?”

“I’ve run out of witty retorts. Come back in an hour.”

Gif Credit: House

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Sherlock forgets he has a friend after surgery. Inspired by (X)

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Closet Shenanigans

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Fandom: NCIS

Request: Requested by anonymous  gibbs x reader where him and her get stuck in a dark broom closet together on a case and text McGee and dinozzo to come get them, but they walk in on gibbs and reader making out and gibbs pulls his gun and tony just slowly closes the door

Word Count: 466

A/N: This is my first NCIS fic so don’t judge it too hard. Also, I didn’t understand the part where Gibbs pulls his gun out because it would either would be that he does that or Tony and Mcgee interrupts. I just went with they get caught but I hope you like it anon and feedback is always appreciated.

Warning(s): Fluff, minor swearing, little makeout session 

Tagging: @criminal-navy-writings

You quizzically peered at the wounds of the victim, trying to analyze what had happened. There were obvious signs of a struggle, but no signs of forced entry. You took a couple of pictures when you heard your boss call your name. You handed your camera to Ziva and started to make your way down the hallway, where you heard Gibbs call your name, by he was nowhere to be seen. You searched all around the area, and then something jerked your arm backwards into a dimly lit room. You yelped in surprise and the door quickly shut behind you. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, once you realized it was only your boyfriend. 

“What the hell Jethro? You scared the shit out of me!” 

You held your hand close to your chest to steady your breathing. Gibbs grabbed your hips and spoke in a soft, playful tone.

“Come on, you can’t stay mad at me.”

He brought his lips up to your neck, kissing tenderly. You turned away, but that just gave him more access. You pushed against his chest.

“No, babe, I love you, but we have a case.”

He pulled back with a small whine, a small pout appearing on his face while he crossed his arms. You chuckled at his actions and headed to the door. You frowned when the door wouldn’t budge. You frantically rattled the lock but soon groaned in frustration.

“The door’s jammed. I’m texting Mcgee and Tony.”

“No, no don’t do that.”

Gibbs placed a hand on the wall behind you, closing the space you both had between you. You breath hitched at the contact and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. You instantly forgot about the text when Jethro passionately kissed you. Your thumb accidentally pressed the send button as you threw your phone to the side. Giving in to Gibbs’s needs, you ran your fingers through his hair, earning a low moan from him. You both gasped for air when he pulled away, Gibbs moving to kiss repeatedly on your cheek, jaw then your neck. You positioned your hands on the back of his neck and brought his face to meet yours. You hastily kissed him, sliding your tongue into his mouth, instantly dominating the kiss. 

You both didn’t realize the sudden sound of the door pulling open. Tony and Mcgee stood on the other side, their mouths hanging agape with their eyebrows raised. You awkwardly cleared your throat as you brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. Tony open his mouth to say something, but then realized that it was best not to. Tony slowly shut the door, him and Mcgee walking away from the closet unable to get the horrific images out of their minds.