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[missmaywemeetagain]

Something Blue, A Pink Scarf Universe Story

A/N: Ohhh, so y'all forced this out of me, what with all the talk about the "Blue Scarf" and expanding the "Scarf Universe" thrown at me this week! 😂 (I hear you, I hear you!) Be careful what you wish for, lil' darlin's!! Honestly, though, I've known since I ended Pink Scarf that this was something that was going to happen in this particular way to our dear Reader and E, I just never knew if it was going to see the light of day. And with this week's prompt, all the inspiration and stars seemed to align at once on Sunday, so this came out rather quick and may be rough, and it's possible I might go back and tweak it later, but I'm happy with it for now. I hope this satiates you for the moment. I hope it gives you all the feels. And, yes, perhaps I may expand this little Blue Scarf into a series and include a spicy story or two later, if you all are good lil' babies for me. 😏 💙🧣💙 Let me know in the comments and reblogs...😉

Thanks always to my sister wives @thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @be-my-ally and @vintageshanny for allowing me to skirt by late with this week's prompt. 😇

Prompt: “How are we going to solve this problem?”

Rating: PG (ish?) || Word Count: 2.7k

TW: Fluff, angst (always), infidelity (sort of??), no smut (so sorry loves)

Something Blue, A Pink Scarf Universe Story

August 1971

It’s fitting, you think, that today of all days, you’re wearing his blue silk scarf in your hair. Elvis hasn’t worn it much since that fateful summer a couple of years ago—and only for a few more shows and a couple nights out—so you had absconded with it and made it your own, as you’d managed to do with many of his things. You loved how it smelled of him, the silk doused in his musk and cologne, and how it reminded you of the not-wearing-a-shirt-under-a-jacket/jumpsuit phase he gone through that summer and fall of ‘69. Lord, you’d loved that phase. It had been so easy to lay him bare before you.

Heat floods your cheeks at the thought of what this particular scarf has seen between the two of you, and then at the fact that this might be the worst possible time for a thought like that to pop into your head. You know it’s the shock of the bomb that just dropped on your lives that has your brain short circuiting a little. Because neither of you ever expected this.

You nervously twist the platinum and diamonds on your ring finger, the ones which pledged his love for you in front of your family, friends, and the world. Thoughts fill your mind of your lovely, small wedding, how this scarf had been there for that important moment, too, tied around your waist, cinching your white dress—being both your “something borrowed” and your “something blue.” Elvis loved that you’d included it, this piece of him, as part of your gown.

He also loved untying it at the end of the night and letting it flutter to your feet with the rest of your dress.

It’s counterpart, the pink scarf, had been tucked into the pocket of his suit jacket, a little secret for you both. You’d enjoyed it, as well, later that night.

“Y/n, did y-you hear me? I-I-I-It’s me,” Elvis says, snapping you out of your memories, his hand lingering on the phone he’d just placed back on its cradle. “How are w-w-we going to solve this problem?”

The wavering fear in his voice is palpable and in any other circumstance it might scare you, but a strange sense of calm falls over you. Somehow the domino effect of both of your actions two years ago have led you to this very moment. Tragic as it is, it seems meant to be.

Just like you and Elvis.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you breathe deeply. Yes, there is a part of you that is still jealous and angry about what brought you here. But you knew, even back then, that it was possible he’d been with others in your month-long absence, that his fear of losing you plus old habits could have driven him into the arms of another. It wasn’t a new revelation, just one neither of you had wanted to talk about after all was said and done. And it hadn’t been an issue since, so you figured bringing it up would be more trouble than it was worth.

Pushing that hurt aside, a much bigger feeling swells within you—one you’ve been hesitant to name for fear that it would not come to fruition. But now everything has changed.

“It’s not a problem,” you state, your voice surprisingly steady.

“W-w-what?” Elvis questions, those oceanic eyes of his widening in disbelief.

“It’s a gift, Elvis. From the most unlikely and sad circumstances, yes, but a gift all the same. Isn’t it?” You’re not quite sure if you are trying to convince him or if you are just stating the obvious, but those feelings continue to rise in you and have for days. And they overshadow the fading fissure of anger and the burgeoning fear that you refuse to let consume you.

Hope. Joy.

“A gift?” he repeats, letting the words roll on his tongue, letting them sink in. He blinks slowly, gaze shifting off into the distance for a moment. Then, he looks down at the paperwork on the table. At the picture. “Oh. Oh.”

A shuddering breath shakes his shoulders, his ring clad fingers clawing at his knees. It’s when the tears pool in his eyes, finally betraying his sensitive vulnerability after so many days of keeping it in, that you slide out of your chair and rush to his side.

He immediately buries his head into your belly, his arms circling around your waist, clinging to you. A sob wrenches out of him, one so deep that it brings tears to your eyes.

“I-I-I’m so s-sorry. I-I didn’t think...I-I-I din’t know,” he hiccups. You’re not sure if he’s apologizing to you or her or him. Maybe his apology is for all of you.

“Shhh, hush, it’s okay,” you coo, tears trickling absently down your cheeks. You run your fingers through his soft hair before pulling back, cupping his cheeks so he is forced to look at you.

He is so wide-eyed and young-looking staring up at you, his eyes now matching the scarf in your hair with their electric blue, a dramatic contrast against the redness caused by his tears.

“It’s not a problem, honey, it’s a gift. He is a gift,” you say, wiping the tears that linger on his prominent cheekbones. “We can do this. I want to do this. If you do.”

Elvis blinks up at you, surprised. “Really?”

“Yes. If he’s a part of you, he’s a part of me, too. And—and,” you choke up, swallowing your past sorrows, “you know it’s something I’ve always wanted. Something I never thought we could have. This is…a chance to make something wonderful out of something tragic.”

You’re aware the reality is likely going to be much more complicated than either of you can fathom in this moment. There is a part of you that is utterly terrified it won’t live up to the miracle you want it to be and that you won’t be worthy of the task. But that is not what Elvis needs to hear, not right now. Your insecurities can wait.

Elvis looks down at the picture resting on the table of the young woman and her baby. Your gaze follows. The first time you saw it, you knew, based solely on the fact that the woman looked so much like a younger version of you, that something had happened between them in those weeks you’d escaped from Vegas to California, when you left him, trying to figure out if you could forgive him. When you were trying to recover from your life turning upside down.

Her likeness plus the look of horrified guilt on his face upon seeing the picture told you all you needed to know about that. His begging and pleading for forgiveness at your feet solidified it.

But it had been the way Vernon had blanched white as a sheet when seeing the baby that you understood the true consequence of Elvis’ dalliance.

It was a punch in the gut, at first. Of course, it was. But logically you knew that he’d been hurting in those weeks without you, unsure if you’d ever come back to him. It wasn’t altogether surprising that he’d sought out comfort from a girl who looked so much like you.

You wanted to be furious at the fact she had gotten pregnant by him so easily, but you knew that was a futile road to go down, especially after what happened to her.

According to the letter she’d given to her lawyer, who had sent it on to Elvis, the cancer within her spread like wildfire. It was too late to save her by the time her pain had sent her to the doctor. She—Theresa—had never planned to ask Elvis for a thing, she reiterated. Theresa had been content to raise her son by herself. But she had no family to take him in when she was gone, and she could not bear to think of her son alone and unloved.

“You don’t have to take him, Elvis, truly. But I beg you, please, please make sure he is placed with a nice family, that he is loved and taken care of. I cannot leave him all alone.”

His lawyers weren’t convinced, however, and didn’t want him to even entertain the thought. It could open you up for all sorts of future problems, Elvis.

But that didn’t stop him from finding out for himself because, as all of them knew, nobody tells Elvis Presley what he can and can’t do. He tracked her down, in Denver of all places, and took you and Vernon with him to the hospital to see Theresa. You didn’t know how you would feel seeing this girl Elvis had been with in a moment of weakness. Would you want to slap her face? Would you want to cry and scream? Would you want to tear her apart?

Instead, it had shocked you into silence, seeing someone that resembled you so closely withering away from disease, as if it were some sort of eerie harbinger. It made your skin prickle. But then compassion filled you, more so than you ever expected. The poor woman was on death’s door, but you’ll never forget the relief in her eyes when you all walked through the door. That look was something that couldn’t be faked. Nor was the toddler playing with the nurse in the corner, the little boy who Vernon looked at like he’d seen a ghost.

The boy was the spitting image of his father.

But that didn’t stop Theresa from encouraging a paternity test. She was well aware of what a mess this could be for Elvis, and she didn’t want there to be a shadow of a doubt for anyone involved. She wanted him to be sure.

“I don’t want to ruin your life,” she’d croaked, her emaciated frame limp and barely able to produce the tears she was trying to hold back. “I never want him to be a burden.”

The tiny blonde child chose that pivotal moment to break away from the nurse, waddling over and grabbing Elvis’ flared pant leg with chubby little fists, commanding Elvis’ attention downward. His chin tucked, gaze following the movement at his feet, and you watched him wrestle with what to do, what the protocol in this sort of situation was. It was intense, this first moment between them, and the boy’s all-too-familiar crooked smile and slow blinking blue eyes made your heart clench.

You watched Elvis come to an unspoken decision, and he lifted the boy easily and almost too naturally tucked the boy into his hip. The room collectively held its breath, watching the scene unfold. You’d never seen a child snuggle up to an unfamiliar person like that before, the way he buried his head into Elvis’ shoulder as if drawn in, inexplicably trusting. Granted, Elvis had that preternatural way about him, his essence bringing people to him constantly. But this was different.

Heart fluttering into a gallop, you watched Elvis take this moment in before nodding solemnly, sucking in his lip. With the child tucked into his side, it was obvious to you that he was holding back his pressing emotions to stay in control. Nevertheless, he was unwavering when he told Theresa, “Even if he’s not mine, I’ll make sure he finds a good home. I promise you that.”

She’d closed her eyes then, and when they opened, you saw a gratefulness and relief so strong it nearly bowed you over.

Elvis had done the blood test right then at the hospital. Everyone was quiet on the plane ride home. Elvis, pensive and withdrawn, clutched at your hand so tightly it tingled from the loss of circulation. And when the call came the next day that Theresa was gone, your heart broke for her. Sheer willpower had kept her alive long enough to make sure her son would be safe. A mother’s love.

You’d wept for her. You’d wept for you and for Elvis. You’d wept for that little boy.

Nicholas. Nicholas Aaron.

You didn’t tell Elvis that the moment you saw the 16-month-old toddle towards you that you knew. That you loved him instantly, like something magical locked into place. It was too early, too soon. But you knew.

Elvis hadn’t wanted to talk about it much as you all waited for the results. He was antsy and on edge, everyone giving him a wide berth. His guilt was trying its best to distance him from you, that deep seeded, insecure vulnerability in him trying to simultaneously push you away while needing you close. It was evident in the way he clung to you in his sleep. But you did everything in your power to let him know you didn’t hate him for the indiscretion, that you still loved him unconditionally, no matter the paternity outcome.

Of course, your mind whirled in overdrive, circling the drain around your surprising emotions about Nicholas. You found yourself worrying your nails down to the quick about whether he was safe and who was caring for him since his mother died. Your heart felt like it was tearing in two whenever you thought about it. You knew you shouldn’t get too attached, but you couldn’t help it. It was primal and biological, this response.

So when the phone rang this morning and Jerry had so seriously handed it to Elvis, you knew what it was, your breath catching in your throat. This was the moment that would change everything. And you hoped it was for the better as you sat across from him, wringing your hands in your lap. Silence filled the room as Elvis listened to the voice on the other end, his face going Hollywood blank, giving you nothing to hold on to. Your heart threatened to explode right out of your chest and onto the table.

He thanked the voice on the other end and hung up the phone.

“E, what did they—” you started.

“I’m his father,” Elvis finally whispered in shock.

And now you are here, holding him to you, being his rock while in your own state of disbelief and wonder. A thousand emotions roll through you all at once: Hope. Joy. Sorrow for Theresa. Guilt for being happy in the face of Nicholas’ tragedy.

“Do you want this, to take him in, Elvis?” you ask, prompting him to look up at you once more. You pray you know the answer.

“Of course, I do. I’m his father. He’s my son,” he says, as if the unfamiliar words have finally landed and he believes them. Then his signature 1,000-megawatt crooked smile spreads across his face. “I have a son! We have a son!” he adds, proudly.  

Elvis jumps up, grabbing you by the waist, spinning you around until the room tilts on its axis. You laugh breathlessly, arms locked around his neck, wondering how in the world you’ve managed to get here after all this time, in the most unlikely of ways.

A son.

When he sets you down, he looks at you, grinning from ear to ear with an unbridled passion like you’ve never seen from him before. It’s not sexual, and it’s different from the passion he has for his music. It’s the love of a new father, you realize, something you never thought you’d get to see. It makes your heart swell uncontrollably.

“Are you absolutely positive this is what you want, lil’ mama?” His questioning eyes search yours as he cups your face, his fingers catching in the blue scarf in your hair. The pet name suddenly takes on a whole new meaning, releasing butterflies in your stomach.

Excitement has your heart racing and your breath short, but you beam, winking, “Oh, I’m one thousand percent positive, Daddy.”

Elvis kisses you deeply, as though he’s merging with you, engulfing you. It takes your breath away completely.

“We have a son,” he whispers, smiling against your mouth. “Let’s go get our son.” There’s something in the way he includes you in this, a pointed clarity that you are not an outsider because you aren’t Nicholas’ biological mother. No, he’s telling you in no uncertain terms—this is your boy as much as he is mine.

And after so many years thinking it could never be, it finally, truly hits you, without a doubt:

I’m going to be a mother.

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[missmaywemeetagain]

okay i guess i’ll read pink scarf … AGAIN

@missmaywemeetagain

[maiden167]

baby mikasa doodle, I did today💗💗💗

[mandms-blog-of-silly]

☆ PLEASE ENJOY SOME QUEER F/O HEADCANONS BC IT'S PRIDE!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

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☆ AroAce!!

ALW! Erik Destler {He/him}

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ALW! Meg Giry {She/any pronouns}

☆ Lesbian and Genderfluid!

1991! Christine Daae {She/her}

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BONUS!! MY FAMILY!!

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[missmaywemeetagain]

Pink Scarf core 💗🧣💗

‘ Your gonna learn just how much I want you lil mama’

‘I always look after what’s mine’

Referencing pink scarf 🧣 🥵🥵

[hotch-girl]

hi H, my dear, it’s been a while so i just wanted to stop in and see how you’re doing?

bestie hiiii <333

tysm for checking in i’ve missed u!! i’m doing good just grieving my horrible succession family sksjsk. otherwise i’ve been really busy lately and missing being here. i’m hoping to be more active next month ignoring the way i say this every month

how have u been? i hope ur weekend has been amazing so far and things have been going great for u and ur partner!! still so excited and happy for u 💞💞

[pjackk]

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[ropapormayorchileonline]

[crescentpaws]

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[yuukei-yikes]

🧣✨kagepro sideblog!

💗FAQ:

what is kagerou project, how do i get into it

is kagerou project releasing more stuff?

ending of kagerou project/main plot explained

where can i read the novels?

my recommended watch order

kagexplain tag, where i explain specific stuff

💗personal links:

main blog🎀

main twitter🐸

side twitter (most active)🍬

art tag🎨

my stupid idiot kagepro fan comic 🧣🥤🎭

[bonnie-drxws]

Bane— 💗🧣🌼 noun. a cause of great distress or annoyance. Papyrus and Chara respectively to Killer

This doesn't make any sense, nor did I have sense when I drew these, I just wanted Killer to interact with chars

Little Pap is inspired by @/signanothername! KC's physicalism happened for idk reason yet i i i leave me alone

Lil cutie patooties

(Haven't colored in a while head in hands)

The fate of this comic is undetermined

woohoo

Byerrr

Undertale and its characters belong to Toby Fox

Killer Sans belongs to rahafwabas

Bonnie belongs to me

~🦌 Have a nice day!

[creamyakult]

🌨️❄️🧣💞💗

[astrologylunadream]

💘🌸Pac readings masterlist🌸💘

List of all my themed readings♡

I'm also taking recommendations for future reading so don't be shy to ask! :3

💗Soft pac readings list💗

•Messages From Your Soulmate!💌🍂🎀(Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•How Do They Feel About You?🧸🍨🌸(Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Are They Attracted To You?💋🌺🌹(Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•What They Think of You 💬🍑🍨 ໒꒱˖˚.(Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•You and Your FS as Parents 🍼🩷✨️(Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•What They're Missing With You!💅🎀✨️(Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•How Their Higher Self Feels About You 💍💎🩷(Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Do They Have Romantic Feelings for You? 🫧🌸💋(Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•What Type of Lover Would They Be? 💌🍓🖤 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Your Person's POV of You 👀🌸🎀 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•What About You Makes Them Blush? 💝🥰🎀 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Everything About Your Future Spouse +Traits & Initials 🌹👤💍 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•How Your Person Would Describe You🍨🗣💭 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Their Feelings for You This Month 💌🖤💬 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•What They Want for Christmas?💌🎀🎄 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•How They Want to Spend the Holidays With You 🛷⛄🧣 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Your Next Long-term Friendship🍒💄♥️ (Pick a card/Tarot reading)

•Everything Your Person Loves About You♡🧁🍇🖤 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Sweet Messages From Your Person ୧⍤⃝💌🍰🍨🎀 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•How This Connection Feels You vs Them👥🔗♡ (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Someone Wants To Comfort You Right Now📱🌪🖤 (Pick a card/Tarot reading)

•What They Want For This Connection🔮🌠(Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Who am I destined to love?💌☁️🔗 [Soulmate reading] (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Who is in love with you +why?🧸🍑🌸♡ (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Your Crush's Biggest Insecurities💌😰💧 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Your First Date with Them♡🍰🌹☕ (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Channeled Messages From Your Person💌🔥💟 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•When will I find love?💗⏳🌙 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Your Crush's Biggest Secret?!🤫💖⁉️ (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•What does your crush think of you?🌸💕 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

🖤Dark pac readings list🖤

•How Your FS Handles Conflict With You 🗣💬💢(Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•How They Want to Please You [SPICY] 💌🌹🫦 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Is this a healthy connection?🤔⚠️✂️ (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•What They Fantasize Doing With You🕹💋⛓ [SPICY] (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Their Deepest Desires of You💀🔞🖤 [SPICY] (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•What They're Keeping from You🕸🕷👤 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•Their Hidden Fantasies of You🥵👅🖤 [SPICY] (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

•How they will become obsessed with you 💋🧲🖤 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

[dalgifilms]

ႊ႐႑ၜ▱▰᭛ 🌐 🐻‍❄️ 🍡 ᭋ ᯾ ⃣ ↇ ⑴ ⑵ ⑶ ⑷ ⑸ ⑹ ⑺ ⑻ ⑼ ⑽ ⑾ ⑿ ⒀ ⒁ ⒂ ⒃ ⒄ ⒅ ⒆ ⒇┃┬ ┴ ○ ◌ ◍◎●◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ⓐ ⓑ ⓒ ⓓ ⓔ ⓕ ⓖ ⓗ ⓘ ⓙ ⓚ ⓛ ⓜ ⓝ ⓞ ⓟ ⓠ ⓡ ⓢ ⓣ ⓤ ⓥ ⓦ ⓧ ⓨ ⓩ ┅ ☙ ◼◽◾◥ ❝ ❦❧ ⣻ 괋 🪂🧣🦑 🍎 🛁 📨 🚃 💗 🎀 🧖🏻‍♀️ 𐧽 𐧤 𑆂 𑊝 𑠴 𑶓 𒁂 𒀥 𒈎 𒈓 𒈵 𒈡 𓌲 𓍱 𓍯 𓍼 𓏳 𓏔 𓐍 𓊬 𓈃 𖤛 𖭦 𖭣 𖭮 𖭣𖮆 𖭛 𖮎 𖼶 𖼪 𖼮 𖽐𖽷𖽒 🃏 🅍 🅬 🆓 🆗 🆙 🆛 🆞🈁 🈳 🉂 🉄 🈭 🈪 🏳🉅 🈤 🈬 🈭 🈮🈞 🈕 🈗 �� 🈂 🆔 🁑 🁢 🀁 🀀 🀂 🀃𝇈 𝆘 𝅛 𝄞 𝄃 𝄂 𝄁 𝄀 𝀲 𝁵 𖧹 𖥞 𖥏 𖤦 𔗂 𓊌 𓊋 𓊆 𓊇 𓈓 𓈙 𓂋 𓂃 𓂅 𑱢

More symbol pack but this was one was left in my draft and i just noticed it TT

[rivendellwatch]

✨🧸💤 Cozy Cuddles Week is officially coming... and the banner is HERE! 💤🧣✨

We’re officially close to May and from getting all snuggly and soft together — Cozy Cuddles Week kicks off on May 12th, and I’m honestly already mentally wrapped in a fuzzy blanket with hot cocoa in hand!!!!☕💗

I just finished the main event banner (!!!) and a few matching headers — and YES, I am once again working on those little “This person took part in Cozy Cuddles Week” banners like I did for Fluff Week! Y’all seemed to really love them last time (and honestly? so did I. They were ✨adorable✨ and I am nothing if not weak for aesthetics).

It’s so surreal and sweet to see another gentle event coming to life — and I wanted to thank everyone again for voting, sharing ideas, and just being so ridiculously lovely about it all!!! We’re building this together, and it means the world!!!!

And hey — if you’d like to collaborate by making: 📝 prompt lists 🎴 cards or templates 💌 moodboards or inspo kits 🧵 or literally anything cozy themed for the event…

Please feel free to DM me directly! I’d love to include more voices and hands in the process, and make it feel even more community-built like Fluff Week was!!!💕

🧸💭 Also, genuine question for the room — Would you all prefer Cozy Cuddles Week to be TROP-only, or are you open to mixing in general LOTR content too?

Like, same vibes, same cuddles, just with the wider Tolkien fam involved too? 👀🍵 Curious what would feel best for everyone! Let me know 💌✨

Mark your calendars, start mentally assigning your characters into cuddle piles, and let the countdown to soft begin!!!🐑☁️✨

[ohsangwoosbat]

greetings 🗝️🧣 nation! i have officially finished 4 of my designs!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡

as you can see, 3 of them are eremika and the other one is yumihisu💗 like i’ve mentioned in my previous posts about my stickers, i’ll also be including more ships and singular characters as well!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE POSITIVE FEEDBACK ON MY OTHER POSTS!!🥹💞it means the world to me that so many of you are interested in buying my art.. so truly thank you<33