#ryan o'halloran x reader

[svucarisiaddict]

Can you please do more with Ryan O'Halloran because he is my baby and I'm not seeing much things about him. If not then I don't mind🥰

*NSFW under the break.*

//Sorry this took so long @wintermysolider!//

“If I wasn’t actually a bridesmaid in your wedding I would swear you’re making Ryan up,” your friend, Melanie quipped. Your group of friends laughed at the ongoing joke.

You gave her a small smile. “Yeah,” you said. “But he is up for a promotion so he’ll be home more.” Hopefully, you said to yourself. 

“Seriously, I don’t know why you put up with that,” she responded. 

As a detective with the NYPD CSU, Ryan could be called to a scene at any time of day. CSU covered all boroughs of New York City and they were severely understaffed. 

The jokes got old sometimes but instead of ruining the evening with your friend, you took it in stride. “Easy. The sex is phenomenal.” 

“I’ll drink to that!” Melanie exclaimed.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” a soft voice said. The bed dipped down with Ryan’s weight as he sat on the side of the bed. He brushed the hair from your face. “There’s my beautiful wife.”

“How are you up already?” You knew for a fact Ryan got home after you. You fluttered your eyes open. “Jesus, you’ve even gone for a jog,” you grumbled seeing his sweaty hair flopped over his forehead. He only had on his running pants by this point.

Ryan chuckled. “I’m starving so let’s get you outta bed.” 

“If you want me to get up, then you’re gonna have to make me,” you said with a smirk allowing the sheet to fall partially exposing your naked body.

Ryan swallowed hard. “Is that a challenge?” Ryan asked. He skimmed his hand up your bare thigh as his eyes took in every inch of your exposed skin. 

“Maybe, or perhaps it’s a suggestion,” you asserted. You grabbed Ryan and pulled him on top of you. Sliding your hand down you cupped his erection making him take in a sucking breath. 

Ryan crashed his lips into yours as you pushed his pants over his hips and down his legs. He grasped your hips pulling you to him and sank into your wet core.

Both of you moaned, pausing for a moment before he began to slowly rock into you.

A few weeks later you found yourself at the pharmacy comparing pregnancy tests. After picking one out of the dozens to choose from, you quickly paid then hurried home. 

Twenty minutes later you were staring at a pink and white stick to tell you your future. The word pregnant appeared in the small window. You slid down the wall onto the cool, tile floor grasping the test in your hand.

A tear ran down your cheek. Ryan would not be pleased to hear this news.  A few months ago the two of you had gotten into an argument about starting a family. You were ready and had been for some time. Ryan, on the other hand, wanted to wait. 

The argument resulted in you sleeping in the guest bedroom for a few nights before resigning yourself to the fact that you weren’t going to change his mind. Not that you wanted to make him change. He had to be ready and wanting as much as you were. So the timing probably seemed suspicious. 

As you were trying to decide how to tell Ryan you heard him come home. 

“Babe!” he called out excitedly. “Where are you?”

You swiped the tears from your cheeks then buried the test in the trash under an empty shampoo bottle. “Coming,” you answered back.

Ryan greeted you with the biggest smile. “I got it!”

“Got it? Oh! The promotion! That’s wonderful!” You threw your arms around his neck.

Ryan picked you up, wrapping you in a big hug. His lips found yours for a warm, wet kiss. “Thank you for believing in me.” He sat you on your feet and ran one finger down your cheek.

“This calls for a night out.”

As you were perusing the menu a long sigh escaped Ryan's lips. “What’s wrong?”

“Doesn’t that bother you?” 

You furrowed your brow. “What?” you asked looking around the restaurant.

“That crying kid disrupting dinner,” he replied with a shake of his head. “That will never be us. Sitter or we don’t go out.”

“Hmmm, yeah,” you responded watching as the father soothed the upset toddler. 

“Hello? I asked if you want to get a bottle of wine?” Ryan asked.

How were you going to answer that? “You go ahead. Someone has to drive home. It’s your night.”

“Or,” Ryan started, “we can get a cab. Make out in the back on the way home.”

“Screw the wine. Let’s leave now,” you joked. “Really you go ahead. I don’t feel like drinking tonight.”

“C’mon. One glass. I mean we don’t have to work tomorrow, we don't have to drive home. What possible reason could you have to not want to share in a celebratory glass of wine with your husband?” He raised his brows and held your gaze. 

He knew. You could tell by the way he looked at you and how he was asking the questions. Your hands gripped the seat of the chair. The test should have been hidden better but you panicked when he came home.

“Damn it. We talked about this.”

“I know,” you said in a low voice looking at the hands now clasped in your lap. “I’m sorry.”

“Well, it takes two to tango.” Ryan sighed. “Unless it was an immaculate conception.”

When you looked up Ryan was grinning. “You’re not mad?”

Ryan shrugged. “When I found the test I was… shocked. Still am.”

“Me too,” you said. 

“When do you think the shock will pass?”

“Maybe when he’s eighteen,” you replied.

Ryan chuckled. “So we’re having a baby.”

“Yeah.”

He took your hand in his, kissing the back of it. “Then we have another reason to celebrate.”

[svucarisiaddict]

"I missed you, you know?" with Mike x Reader for #fault, please? The ending with the Reader moving out was...oof. So good.

//I really liked Rayn O’Halloran’s character so I used him in this fic. Let me know if y’all want to read more fics featuring him.//

“So, I think I found a place,” you informed your brother and his wife during breakfast. 

Your sister-in-law raised an eyebrow. “That was quick. Where is it?” When you told them where your new place was they exchanged looks. 

“Uh, sis, that’s not exactly a good part of the city. Maybe you should wait to find something safer,” he said.

“There’s no rush to leave. We enjoy having you here,” she added.

“I can take care of myself. Plus I’ve never really been on my own. I’ve always had a roommate up to when I moved in with Mike.  It’s something I need to do,” you explained. 

“Fair enough,” your brother said. “When you’re ready we’ll get the rest of your things from Mike’s.”

A couple weeks later you were enjoying an ice-cold beer in your sparsely decorated yet chic apartment. I was a far cry from the apartment you had shared with Mike. There was no doorman, elevator, gym or pool in this building. In fact, you doubted it was even up to code but you didn’t care. It was yours. 

You hopped up from your spot on the couch when the buzzer rang. “Yes?”

“I have a delivery for Ms. Y/L/N,” the male voice crackled over the speaker.

You furrowed your brow but buzzed him up. A young man was coming down the hall with a huge bouquet of flowers. Right away you saw the sunflowers and knew exactly who sent the arrangement. “Sign here please, ma’am.”

“There you are,” you said. After signing you dug into your shorts pocket for a tip. 

“Thank you but it’s already been taken care of. Have a good day.” He smiled and turned to leave.

The flowers were a gorgeous mix of sunflowers, roses, and other brightly colored flowers. The fragrance of the flowers was already filling your senses. You loved freshly cut flowers and always had arrangements around the apartment. Taking a vase from under the cabinet you filled it with water then placed the bouquet and vase on the small coffee table. 

Plucking the small card you recognized Mike’s scrawl. ‘Hope you have settled in your new place. Love you still. Yours, Mike’

Picking up your phone you sent him a text thanking him for the flowers then went about trying to figure out what to have for dinner. After eating a pot pie you took a shower and went to the kitchen to make tea. You smile to yourself. You were proud of you. At some point, Mike texted you back. 

[from: mike 6:00pm] you are welcome. I’m here if you need anything. Night or day.

[to: mike 7:46pm] I appreciate it. Have a good night.

Over the next few months, you and Mike spoke to one another less and less. Then one day he called asked you to go to meet him for coffee on Saturday morning. Although you were a little reluctant you agreed. 

“Y/N. You look beautiful,” he said and pulled you in for a slightly awkward hug. He tightened his arms around you.

“Mike. You’re squeezing me too tight,” you said.

He released you and an embarrassed smile crossed his lips. “Sorry. I’ve missed you, you know.” He directed you to a nearby table.

“I can tell,” you responded with a small smile of your own. You missed him too but not in the way he did you.

“I already ordered for you. Hope that’s okay.” He handed you a plastic cup with your favorite iced coffee. So, what have you been up to?”

“Thanks,” you said before taking a sip of your iced drink. “Working, going out with some of the people from work, reading a lot, and I started crocheting.”

“Cool. Maybe you can make me a warm hat for the winter.”

You chuckled. “Well maybe if I start now you might have it by next winter.”

Before you knew it two hours had passed. 

“This is just like old times,” Mike remarked. 

“Yeah. We have some really good memories,” you mused. Unfortunately, the bad times out shadowed the good, especially toward the end of your relationship. Glancing down at your watch you jumped up. “I gotta go. I’m gonna be late.” 

“What? You have a hot date?” he said jokingly. 

You froze for a beat and looked at him. “Um, well-”

“Oh, o-okay. Thanks for meeting me.”

“Mike, I’m sorry-”

He gave you a tight smile. “Don’t apologize.”

The two of you stood for a moment looking at one another. “It was good seeing you. Take care of yourself, Michael.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek then left the coffee shop.

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The restaurant was busy even for a Friday evening. You had been informed that it would be a thirty-minute wait for a table. It wasn’t a big deal. Ryan was running late anyway. You took a seat at the bar to wait and ordered a drink.

“Y/N?” A deep voice said behind you.

Slowly you turned toward the familiar voice. “Mike. Wow,” you said. Rising from your seat you gave him an awkward hug. “How have you been?”

“I’m good. You look great and just... happy,” he replied his eyes sweeping up and down your form. “How about you?”

“Great.” An awkward silence followed. “Umm, how’s your Dad?”

“I haven’t talked to him since our fight.” That had been an ordeal. You had almost been knocked out from a wayward punch when you tried to stop the scuffle. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said. It didn’t really surprise you that he broke ties with his father, you knew it was for the best. William could be toxic.

“It was for the best. Can't believe it’s been a year since I last saw you. So, what have you been up to?” he asked. “Did you get that hat crochet for me?”

“Uh, no. Turns out I can only make one chain.” You laughed nervously and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

Mike’s eyes landed on your engagement ring. “When did you get engaged?”

“Over the holidays,” you replied. 

The smile on Mike’s face dropped. “Congratulations.” He took a sip of the drink that was in his hand, a gin and tonic if you weren’t mistaken. “Is he good to you?”

“Compared to who?” you asked with a raised brow. 

A hand to your lower back caused you to startle. “Hey, babe. Sorry, I’m late. Court went later than I thought,” Ryan said as he came up beside you then kissed your cheek.

“That’s okay. Ryan this is Mike Dodds he’s a sergeant with SVU. Mike this is my fiance, Ryan O’ Halloran,” you said introducing the two men. “He’s a detective with CSU.”

“Nice to meet you, Mike. I’ve heard a lot about you,” Ryan said holding his hand out to shake Mike’s. You and Ryan had been open with one another from the start of your relationship. Both of you knew the other’s past.

Mike shook his hand. “All good I’m sure,” Mike said sarcastically.

Ryan chuckled. “Mostly,” he said his eyes assessing Mike.

The host approached you to inform you your table was ready and not a minute too soon. You could feel the tension between the two men. Especially from Mike. 

“Thank goodness. I’m starving.” Ryan offered his arm for you slip yours through. “Have a good evening, Mike.”

“Goodbye, Michael,” you murmured. As you and Ryan walked away you turned to look back at Mike. He smiled and waved. You nodded and returned the smile. As much as you loved Ryan a part of your heart would always belong to Mike.