Elvis Presley x reader
Headcanons
💕💓💖💞💗💕💓💖💗💕💓💖💞💗💞💖
•I sooo imagine him singing you to sleep, like if you had insomnia or just couldn’t sleep that night he would sing you something like “love me tender” or “can’t help falling in love”
• omg this man LOVES pet names, like Darlin’ or kitten. And he would say them in that cute accent and it would be Adorable 🥰
•He also would probably want to keep your relationship a secret so his fans don’t give you a whole bunch of negative attention
•But if you’re relationship does get found out he would totally defend you if the fans didn’t like you
•Elvis would love to give you forehead and nose kisses, you just can’t change my mind
• he would defiantly take you with him to his concerts to sit back stage and watch him.
• after. Show. Cuddles. Just YES
•you would always lay on his chest to go to sleep
•he snores, but it’s CUTE
•He loves it when you wear his clothes
•he also loves it when you play with his hair, even though it messes it up
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sweetheart if you don't mind ofc Whould you write me a imagine of me and Will Halstead pliss
Refrigerator Light- Will Halstead
Summary: After locking eyes at Molly’s three years ago, you find yourself slow dancing in the refrigerator light with your husband, Will Halstead.
Warnings: none really. Hints to drinking and morning sickness, but nothing blatantly obvious.
Authors note: Writing for Will is a bit out of my wheelhouse, but I hope you enjoy it! Sorry for the wait!
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The first time you met Will Halstead was across the bar at Molly’s. It was karaoke night, so Stella and Brett forced you onto the small stage after a few drinks to help convince you a bit easier. You sang “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis, but in a female key. Will had barely been paying attention to the karaoke as everyone that got up there was pretty mediocre and couldn’t catch his attention. However, as soon as you started singing, Will stopped talking mid sentence and turned his back to Jay and some of the other intelligence unit in favor of watching you. He was so mesmerized that he missed the way Jay and some of the other occupants at the table started joking about love at first sight and what not. They were right.
You had your eyes closed as you sang until you felt a pair of eyes burning into you. You slowly slipped your eyes open and scanned the crowded bar until you locked eyes with Will Halstead. You had heard of him and passed by him in the ED when you and Brett dropped off patients, but Brett was more of a talker and normally filled the docs in while you stocked the ambo. You recognized him immediately and he recognized you. You felt an emotion that you haven’t felt before. Like you finally found your home, your answer to living. Something clicked when you finally locked eyes and there was no denying the fact that you found love at first sight.
Anyone in the bar that was paying a bit of attention noticed the change in the atmosphere. The song went from you just singing it to having meaning to you for someone in that bar. The emotions in your voice gave it away to those who were paying attention, but what you did once you finished singing sealed it for those that were pretty oblivious. Once you finished, you put the microphone back on its stand and pushed your way through the crowd, Will doing the same. When you finally reached each other, you noticed he was just slightly taller than you as you peered up at him with a grin.
“Hi.” You whispered, letting Will take you by the waist and pull you closer as someone else got up and followed your love song with another slow one.
“Hey.” Will whispered back, bringing his face closer to yours.
The connection was palpable. A warmth was spreading from the two of you as you danced, your arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around your waist. For the majority of the song, you guys slow danced and stared into each other’s eyes. Unknown to the two if you, Stella, Brett, Jay, and Kim were all snapping pictures of the two of you. They knew this was going to be a forever thing. Luckily, they believed it because now, a picture of the first kiss you shared at the end of that song is on the mantle next to your wedding picture.
Now, 3 years later, Will finds his pregnant wife standing in the dark kitchen at 3 am. The only light on is coming from the refrigerator in an attempt to not wake your sleeping husband, but the baby wanted pickles, peanut butter, and vanilla ice cream. So, here you were, eating while illuminated by the refrigerator light, knowing you would regret falling for the craving, but you couldn’t sleep until you fulfilled it.
Will walks up behind you and slides his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. “Now, Mrs. Halstead, why are we eating like a little gremlin at 3am and not in bed?” He teases, lightly rubbing the slight bump under one of his shirts you slipped on.
You didn’t even bother turning around when you answered, instead you leaned into your husband. “Well, Mr. Halstead, your little gremlin child wanted this and I wasn’t going to be able to sleep until I fed the peanut.” You said, matter of factly around a bite of your concoction.
Will chuckled and kissed your cheek. “First of all, it’s DOCTOR Halstead. Second of all, that’s disgusting.” Will said, finally getting a good look at what you were eating.
You shrugged, putting another spoonful in your mouth before replying. “Not my idea. The gremlin. It’s the gremlin.” You said, shaking your head. “It’s actually not bad.”
Will grunted as he watched you finish what you had left. “Your gonna be saying something different in the morning.” Will commented, inwardly cringing as he thought about the start you would have to your morning in a few hours.
You shrugged, resigned to your fate. “You’ll be there. I’ll hate it and I’ll panic, but you’ll be there and it’s all worth it for this little munchkin.” You replied, glancing through the kitchen doorway as you leaned fully into Will, catching the pictures on the mantle. “For now, dance with me.” You said, turning around and looking up at your husband.
Will chuckled, looking at the time and then back to you. “Baby. It’s 3am and we have no music.” Will pointed out, pulling you into his chest anyways, mostly out of instinct. It was weird to feel that slight divide between the two of you from baby Halstead showing up some, but Will held you as close as possible anyways.
You thought for a moment before giving Will a small, almost bashful grin. Then, you started singing the song that you fell in love to. Will pulled you as close as possible as you rested your head on his chest. Will swayed you both around the kitchen until the song was over, then he leaned down to kiss you. He didn’t comment on the taste of your lips after the little snack you just finished. He just held you and kissed you like he did when you first clicked that night. All in the light from the refrigerator.
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