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broooo thank GOD your talking about grindledore. Like they were the one who got me into the Marauders (and fandom in general!). They were everything to 12 yo me. I’ve been neglecting them for years and now you’ve awoken an age old beast that’s just filled to the brim with grindledore and shitty amvs.

anyways this is just a long winded way of saying I really love that your into them and would love to know your head cannons on them <3. (I am kicking my feet and giggling)

GRINDELDORES UNITE !!!!!!!

me and kara have been going crazy over them .. we watched dumbledores secrets the other day and we’re watching the other two this week 🤍 so here’s some of mine and kara’s yapping in neat little bullet points !!

neither one of them is good and neither one of them is bad. they both become leader figures for the oppossing sides (good and evil) out of pure spite and pride, refusing to back down. it’s canon that grindelwald regretted everything, and it’s canon that albus tells harry that he’s not a good man/and is power hungry. THEY COULDVE MET IN THE MIDDLE !!!!!! INSTEAD OF FEELING BETRAYED !!!! but they were so young and so ambitious and passionate and they were going to change the WORLD

i think that. if they had met in the middle / if we’re talking a canon divergence. they wouldve just continued to be a little morally fucked up, albus would become a professor but not headmaster, gellert wouldve been his creepy mysterious husband, and they wouldve just continue to experiment with dark arts on the weekends behind closed doors (<- and also. for sexual reasons)

since we’re talking hc’s. aint no way albus didnt use the blood pact trying to strangle him if he even so much as thought of hurting grindelwald while wanking. so jot that down

i also think they wouldve been a better support system for harry together … albus is too reckless and doesn’t communicate or talks in fucking infuriating riddles and i think gellert is the only one who can sort of see through him and properly understand him. i think albus often wishes gellert were there whenever he had to make difficult decisions. gellert is canonically his equal, and albus misses him like a lung and can never tell anyone because gellert is the one he has to defeat.

i believe gellert wanted albus to save him during their last battle. he gives up so easily, doesn’t fight back just because his plan was revealed ? stupid. he wanted albus to save him. ’i was never your enemy, not then not now’

also. ’who will love you now, dumbledore?’ lots of people will. lots of people love and respect albus but NO ONE KNOWS HIMMMMM. the only two people who actually really know him is his brother who can barely stand to look at him and his first love whose locked up in nurmengard. and if i said albus is a lily evans variant . what then. never actually being seen . always cursed to be the saviour while harbouring so many complicated and dark urges .

we also talked about ^ the canon divergence and how gellert would be such an exasparated husband. everyone loves albus. gellert isn’t capable of being pleasant in the same way albus is pleasant. albus is able to blend in and make people like him, gellert was expelled from durmstrang and is a downright cunt who wont put in an effort to be liked by people he doesnt care about

i also believe they wouldve been in a secret relationship. like they meet in 1899 and even if it IS the wizarding world, i dont think they were that open-minded about same sex couples back then. so it would drive gellert INSANE !!! he can’t even put a possessive arm around albus at the #function to mark his territory . albus would tease him for how grumpy he is. as if albus isn’t listing dark spells in his head whenever someone flirts with gellert and whispers them in his ear while they fuck in some gala closet or whatever

also. me and kara fully and completely ignore the fucking quillin or deer or whatever kneeling for albus. like what the fuck was that. albus being pure of heart and having good intentions ? when it’s canon that he tells harry he’s not good and shouldnt be trusted in a position of power ? we are blatantly ignoring that as ’canon’ . like, the heartbreaking thing about them is that neither of them are bad and neither of them are good and they couldve met in the middle. but didnt . and the result is a two month summer fling haunting you for the rest of your lives until both of you die in your own towers. THEY COULDVE HAD IT ALLLLLLLL . THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS YOU IS THE PERSON YOU HAVE TO DEFEAT !!!!!!!!!!! sick and twisted .

#they could be sooooo hannigram coded….#they genuinely make me insane #theyre both filled and fuled by guilt and regret and spite and pride until their last breaths #and i think they both realise that. it wasnt worth it #it quite genuinely couldve been different #they couldve acted differently. it would have been so easy.#and they couldve had it All..#so much devestation couldve been spared if they had just. compromised #and ariana wouldve lived.#its like a snowball effect #what couldve been a small disagreement turned into them becoming enemies and leader figures for good and evil #while both of them are neither and both .#grindeldore #asks

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Guitar Man | Steve Binder x fem!reader

It’s love at first sight when your childhood friend Elvis asks you to be a part of his comeback special. But there’s no way Steve Binder, director extraordinaire, feels the same way… right?

Request from @love-munson

a/n: thank you so much for the request darling!! I absolutely loved writing this, and I look forward to writing more for Steve in the future!

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: a couple swear words, a Mean Girl™, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

Being a dancer who was childhood friends with Elvis Presley and still kept in touch with him to this day definitely had its perks.

Like, for example, when Elvis called you up and hired you and several of your fellow dancers to be in an NBC special he was filming.

Your jaw drops. “You’re serious? You want us to be in your special?” You were from a fairly small studio, surely there were some larger, more experienced groups he could have asked.

“Of course, Y/N,” he laughs, “I know you’re good, and I know your friends are too. Plus it’ll give us a chance to hang out a bit. I know we haven’t gotten to see each other a whole lot recently, and I’d like to fix that.”

“I’d really like that, Elvis. I’ll let the other girls know. Thank you so, so much,” you beam, “Oh, and just be prepared? They’re all really big fans.”

“I’m always prepared, Y/N, don’t you worry.” He replies, and you can hear the smug grin in his voice.

“Alright, when should we expect to see you and your ego?” you tease

“Steve and Bones wanna do a pre-rehearsal meeting next Saturday, is that alright?”

You nod, “Yeah, sounds perfect! I’ll make sure everyone’s there.”

Your friends and fellow dancers are, understandably, ecstatic at the idea of dancing in Elvis Presley’s special, and one of the girls jokingly comes up with a pact that if this happens to lead to one of the girls’ big breaks, the six of you will support each other no matter what. You all eagerly agree, with one glaring exception: Marie.

The snooty blonde simply rolls her eyes, scoffing “If it’s going to be anyone's big break, it’s gonna be mine, and I promise I won’t need you all when I’m at a studio that actually appreciates my talent.” She throws a pointed glare your way. The mood ruined, the rest of the girls go to pack up their things. They mumble amongst themselves, used to Marie’s moods by now. You sigh as you collect your belongings. You and Marie have been unofficial rivals since the beginning of your career at the studio, where the two of you were neck and neck competing for a lead spot until your director picked you for the position. You were shocked and honored, as you had been sure that Marie was going to get it, but leaving Marie in second place had carved a rift in your previously somewhat-friendly relationship that you had never been able to fix.

A week later, your group is set up in a hotel that Elvis picked out for you, and the girls are chatting excitedly— all but one. Marie had already found several “problems” with the hotel, and rather than being practically giddy about this opportunity you all had, she was almost detached, as if this was simply something she deserved. You take a deep breath and try to ignore her as you set out for the studio.

The gaggle of girls, with Marie cooly leading the charge, enters the studio. You slink to the back to quickly comfort Lucy, a fairly new addition, who suddenly looks very nervous.

“Hey, there they are!” You hear Elvis cheerfully proclaim, no doubt recognizing some of the girls in the group. You give Lucy’s hand one last squeeze and step in front of Marie to greet your friend. You ignore her glare burning into the back of your head as you pull Elvis into a hug, “It’s good to see you, thank you so much for this.”

He smiles as you step away, looking from you to your girls, “No, it’s really me who should be thanking y’all. I’m excited to see what we do together. Now,” he claps his hands, all business, and turns back to the table set up, where there are two other men sitting and waiting.

“This is Steve Binder,” Elvis says, gesturing to the man with neat brown hair, an ascot tied around his neck, and the prettiest blue eyes you’d ever seen in a man, “and this is Bones Howe,” he gestures to a man with darker hair and round glasses, “These fine gentlemen are the directors and producers of the show, really the masterminds behind it.”

This is clearly a cue for them to speak, but there’s only silence, and Steve is… staring at you? You flush, hoping you don’t have something on your face. Eventually Bones takes the lead, explaining their ideas for the special while Steve pulls himself back to reality.

They take time to answer any questions you all have, and the conversation concludes. The other girls leave the room giddy as can be, while Elvis pulls you aside, leading you over to Bones and Steve.

“Boys, this is Y/N, a very dear friend of mine,” he says, “I know I’ve already told you about her—” at that you shoot him a questioning glance, but he ignores you, continuing “— but I wanted you to meet her personally.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Bones says, reaching out for a handshake.

“We’ve, uh, heard a lot about you,” Steve says with a smile.

“All good things, I hope?” you reply, shooting a teasing glance over at Elvis.

“All fantastic things,” Steve assures you as you shake his hand, and you may just be imagining things, but it seems like his hand lingers in yours for just a little longer than normal. Butterflies erupt in your stomach and your face flushes at the genuine compliment.

The four of you make small talk for a bit before Steve and Bones have to leave, presumably working out more behind-the-scenes stuff for the special.

Elvis gives you a knowing smile as the two of you exit the studio together.

“What?”

His smile widens, “Nothin’, just… you and Steve sure seemed to hit it off.”

You feel your face heat up. “Yeah, he was nice,” you shrug.

“Aw c’mon, Y/N,” Elvis nudges your shoulder, “I’ve known you for too long, you can’t hide a crush from me. Don’t worry, Steve’s good people.”

“I just met him, Elvis, he definitely doesn’t like me like that,” you reply, no longer bothering to deny it.

“You never know. I’d be happy to talk you up, if you like.”

“Sounds like you already did that,” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“What? I can’t brag about my friend?”

“Well, I never said that.”

“Y’know, I’m sure I won’t even need to talk you up,” he says as you finally approach your respective cars, “He’s gonna see for himself how amazing you are during rehearsals.” His tone turns a touch more sincere, “Seriously, Y/N, I really appreciate you bein’ here. I’m so excited for this.”

You smile at the gleam in his eyes, “Well, thank you for calling. I’m really excited, too. I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“See ya tomorrow. Steve’ll be there, too!” he calls cheerfully as the purple Cadillac pulls out of the lot.

You sigh to yourself as you start the drive back to your hotel. He’s going to be absolutely insufferable about this.

“So, Y/N,” Marie sidles up to you during a break in rehearsals, the other girls crowding around you, “how long have you known Elvis?”

“Oh, um… we’ve been friends since we were kids, grew up together in Memphis,” you explain cautiously. Marie had never shown an interest in your life, what was she up to now?

“Hm, I see. You must’ve had an enormous crush on him, right? I mean, I know I would’ve,” she says with a smirk, eyes glittering with barely-hidden malice.

“No, actually,” you correct her cooly, “He’s more like a big brother to me. Been that way all our lives.”

“Oh,” her smirk falls, “whatever, then.” She turns and walks away, as if that piece of information just ruined whatever game she was playing.

Before you can wonder just what she’s up to, the girls begin clamoring for more information about what it was like growing up with the Elvis Presley, and you’re more than happy to oblige.

Steve comes down from the control room more and more during rehearsals, claiming that being down on the studio floor will help him figure out good vantage points for the cameras. You try to avoid engaging him in conversation, not wanting to distract him, but somehow he always ends up near you during breaks. Not that you’re complaining, of course.

You fail to notice Marie watching you like a hawk as the two of you chat over the course of rehearsals.

During one such break, you decide to bring up the fact that rehearsals have been going on for nearly two weeks, and he’s been down on the studio floor for your performances for nearly half of that time. “Is it really that different from when you’re up in the control room?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Yeah, the view is much better down here,” he says with a small smile, and you could swear his eyes rake up and down your body for just a split second before he adds, “uh, for placing the cameras, I mean.”

You feel your face heat up, and you hope it isn’t too noticeable. There’s no way he’s flirting right now, right? Before you can respond, your choreographer, Lance, calls everyone back, leaving you to push all thoughts of Steve to the back of your mind.

At the end of rehearsal, Steve calls you and Elvis over.

“So, we wanna try to get some extra shots, for promotions, lighting tests, etcetera,” he explains, “it’s gonna be mostly one-on-one shots, I figured the two of you would be the most comfortable with that versus one of the other girls.”

“Sounds good,” Elvis says as you nod your agreement.

It turns out the shots Steve needs are some of the more… flirtatious ones, which you recognize from the Guitar Man sequence you’ve been working on.

Steve, to your surprise, stays on the studio floor rather than going back up to the control room. As you go through the motions— Elvis standing just behind you, your heads turned so your noses are almost touching, his hands resting on your hips; teasingly pushing him down into a chair, your prop fan in his face— you happen to glance over at Steve, and… you’re sure it’s your imagination, but you could swear you catch a glimmer of— is that jealousy?— in his eyes.

A crew member comes up to touch up yours and Elvis’s makeup, but he stops them as he sees the clock.

“Hey, Steve, I’ve gotta get going,” he says apologetically, “I promised I’d meet Cilla for dinner, but you guys can keep goin’ without me right? Just… go through the motions or somethin’. See how it looks in the lighting and whatnot.” He shoots you a quick wink, mouthing have fun as he scoots out the door, leaving just you and Steve, plus a couple of crew members in the studio.

“I mean, we do kinda need these shots so we can adjust the lighting properly,” Steve says hesitantly, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve.

“I wouldn’t mind walking you through some of the moves, if you’re comfortable with that?” you suggest softly, doing your best to sound like your heart isn’t racing at the thought of Steve taking Elvis’s place.

“Sure,” he agrees, “uh, where do we start?”

He steps onto the tiled floor and you walk him through some of the tamer moves before one of the crew speaks up.

“Hey, we’re gonna need you guys to do some of the uh… closer ones?”

There’s only one part of the routine that comes to mind, and your face flushes. You nod, “Okay,” and turn to Steve. “Are you… comfortable with that?”

“Sure, yeah.” he nods.

“Okay, so,” you clear your throat, doing your best to appear professional, “for this one you're gonna stand behind me.”

“Like this?” He moves so he’s standing about a foot away from you.”

“Uh, a little closer.”

He steps forward so his chest is just barely brushing your left shoulder, “This better?”

You hum an affirmation, taking a deep breath to calm yourself at his sudden proximity and instead breathing in his cologne, which only makes your heart race even faster. Be professional, you scold yourself.

“Now you’ll, um, put your hands on my hips.”

“Alright.” His hands land on your waist.

“Um, a little lower.”

You pray he doesn’t notice how your breath hitches as his hands slide down to your hips, and his breath hits your cheek as he says softly “Here?”

“Y-yeah,” you exhale, “now, uh, you just turn your head towards me and—“

Your breath catches as you turn to find him staring at you, his nose just barely brushing yours. Your eyes, as if on instinct, flick down to his lips then back to his eyes, only to find him staring at a spot below your eyes. The two of you stay frozen in that moment, your tongue darting out to wet your suddenly very dry lips before you whisper, “I, uh, I think they’ve got what they need.”

“Yeah,” Steve replies distractedly before seeming to snap back to reality, “Y-Yeah! Right,” he says, releasing you and taking a step back.

You feel the emptiness of the space he once occupied next to you, and your heart slowly sinks as he stammers, “I should, uh, get back up there,” he gestures to the control room. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

You nod, forcing a smile on your face as you wave goodbye, “See you tomorrow.”

Your hand drifts to where his hand laid on your hip, a weak semblance of the way he held you, before you shake yourself, heading towards the dressing room to get out of your skimpy pink outfit. Be professional.

You’ve been fairly successful in hiding your feelings for Steve since then, but everything changes the day you’re finally filming the Guitar Man sequence.

Lance calls for a break and you slide off to the side for a sip of water. The smirk on your face at the sight of your friends crowding Elvis for the moment turns into a surprised smile when you see Steve standing nearby. He was usually up in the control room during filming, what was he doing down here?

You don’t notice Marie’s eyes locked on you as she saunters over to Elvis.

“So…” she begins, squeezing onto the small bench with him where he had just grabbed a Pepsi and sat down, “Is Steve single? Because I really feel like we’d be perfect for each other.”

Elvis chuckles politely. “I’m not quite sure you’re his type, darlin’,” he says, his eyes flicking over to you for the briefest of moments.

Brief, but not brief enough for Marie to miss it. She stands up again, hiding a smirk. “Well, never hurts to try,” she singsongs as she walks away.

You’ve finally worked up the courage to approach Steve but just as you smooth down the pink miniskirt serving as your costume and start to walk over to him, Marie saunters over.

Now, an ordinary observer would’ve seen how Steve tensed up when Marie placed her hand on his arm, standing much closer to him than most would deem necessary, and the way he seemed to look around for help as he engaged her in a stiff conversation.

You, however, only saw the smug look Marie threw your way as she flirted with the man you were head over heels for.

That look was all it took for the courage you worked up to come crumbling down. You slip past your friends, making an excuse about needing some air, and out the back door, where you collapse against the rough brick exterior of the studio.

You feel pressure building behind your eyes and force the tears back, taking a deep breath in and out. You had known it was silly to hope that he would ever have feelings for you beyond platonic but Marie… you certainly hadn’t imagined her being his type, but based on what you had seen, you couldn’t really blame him. Wasn’t a tall, willowy blonde what every man wanted?

Your wallowing is interrupted by the sound of the back door opening, and you look up to see Steve approaching you, a worried look on his face.

“Sorry, I would've been out here sooner but Marie sure does like to talk,” he jokes, an attempt to lighten the mood, “I saw you slip out, are you okay?

“I’m fine,” you try to assure him around the lump still present in your throat, “Don’t worry about me,” you add with a tight smile, “go on back to Marie, I’m sure she’s wondering where you went.”

He frowns as you’re unable to hide the bitterness in your voice. “You know I don’t really, uh, like talking to her, right? I much prefer talking to you,” he says, his eyes soft.

Your heart flutters at the compliment, “You do?”

“Of course,” he laughs, “Why do you think I always ended up next to you during rehearsals?”

You process his words for a moment; he prefers you over Marie?

“I like talking to you, too,” you say, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“So, uh,” he turns to face you, leaning against the brick wall, “what made you run out here?” he asks, concern clear in his voice.

You shake your head, “It’s nothing, really,” you insist.

“Now I know that’s a lie,” he raises an eyebrow, “You don’t have to tell me, but I wanna help if I can,” he adds softly.

You can’t find it in you to lie to his face, and the words come tumbling out, “I saw you with Marie, and I hated it. She was only flirting with you to get under my skin, I know it, but then it didn’t seem like you were discouraging it or anything and that hurt so much because—“

Your brain finally catches up to your mouth and you stop yourself before you completely ruin the friendship you’ve built.

But Steve isn’t having any of that. “Because…?”

Well, no going back now. “Because… I really, really like you,” you finally whisper, keeping your eyes on the ground to avoid seeing his reaction.

There’s a pause, and your heart crumbles before two fingers come up under your chin to gently tilt your head up. Sparkling blue eyes meet yours, and you hear a whisper of “I really, really like you, too,” before his lips meet yours and your mind is void of everything but him: the softness of his lips on yours, one hand cradling your face as the other gently grips your hip, pulling you close, your hands finding purchase in the lapels of his suede jacket.

He pulls away much too soon for your liking, and it takes you a good few seconds to blink back to reality as you’re greeted by the sight of Steve giving you a shy smile, the hand that was cupping your face now resting at your waist.

“You kissed me,” you say oh-so-cleverly, your mind scrambling to process the event that had just occurred.

“Yeah,” he laughs shyly, “I hope that wasn’t too much?”

You shake your head, “No, that was… that was perfect.” you beam, moving to smooth out the lapels that you had had in a death grip.

“Good, because I’ve been wanting to do that since the first day of rehearsals,” he admits with a laugh that’s absolutely adorable, and you’re about to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss when the back door swings open once more.

You freeze as you hear, “Steve, is everything okay out here, people are wonderin’ wh—“

Elvis cuts off at the sight of the two of you, “Oh. Well it’s about time, you two! Take your time, don’t worry.” He turns, yelling to the rest of the studio something about an extended break.

You and Steve collapse into giggles as the door closes, feeling like teenagers who just got caught by their parents.

“Hey,” Steve says as the two of you calm down, “are you free on Saturday? I’d… I’d really like to take you out on a date,” he chuckles.

“I’d love that,” you smile, “There’s this Italian place near the hotel that I’ve been meaning to try?” you suggest.

“Sounds perfect. I’ll pick you up at 6?”

“I’ll be waiting,” you beam, and you can’t resist giving him one last peck on the lips before the two of you head back inside, your heart much lighter than it was before.

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