#john warfare

pairing: John x wife!reader

summary: John comes home after his deployment.

words: 533

warnings: kissing, mentions of jerking off (not explicit)

a/n: We need more fanfics and one-shots of Finn!!! I think this is the first ever x reader story of John on here.

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The front door opened with the same creak as always, but that evening it was a better creaking; it meant your husband was finally home. John had been away in Iraq for the last couple of months, leaving you alone in your shared apartment. You had been married for just a couple of months before his deployment had sent him away from you, and you two had tried to call at least twice a week since then. John had sent you some pictures during that time, some private ones where he was shirtless or some rare ones where he was just in his boxers, as a payback for the ones you sent to him so he wouldn't feel so alone with the boys. You had saved every picture of him in your desk at home and had counted the days until he was home and in your safe arms again.

And there he was, still wearing his uniform, his sunglasses on his shaved head, and heavy bags in both of his hands. You stood in the doorframe of the door that led to the living room for a moment, just admiring his sight. Then he suddenly dropped the army bags and crossed the floor with three big steps to crash into you and give you the tightest hug you had ever received from him. John lifted you from the ground and spun you around. His face was buried in your neck, breathing in the perfume of yours he had missed so much.

He pulled back, just enough to see your face and place his hands on either of your cheeks. He looked you into the eyes, his own blue eyes glassy from welling up tears. And then...

He kissed you.

Slow and soft, like he had wanted to do it since the day he had left you here at the same spot.

„I missed you so damn much, baby.“ John whispered, face still only centimeters away from yours.

„I missed you too, babe.“ you whispered back, smiling while a tear ran down your face.

With slightly trembling but gentle fingers, he brushed the tear off of your cheek.

„Hey, baby, don't cry. I'm home now.“ John began to laugh, but you could see his own tears rolling down his cheeks.

„They are happy tears.“ You smiled and hugged him again. The scent of the cologne you had bought him just before his deployment filled your nose, and you enjoyed the smell of it.

John tilted your head up again with his finger under your chin and kissed you again, now more passionately. His hands slid down your sides and landed on your ass, and before you realized it, he had already pushed you up, and you had wrapped your legs around his body. 

John's mind had dreamed about this moment all the nights before, and all the times he had jerked off in the bathroom when he was alone, he had thought about your perfect naked body and the things you would have done with him or he would have done with you.

paring: John x pregnant ! reader

summary: You write John after finding out you are pregnant, three weeks after he went to Iraq.

words: 1.2k

warnings: pregnancy, morning sickness (not graphic)

a/n: Based on this request

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John had been gone for three weeks when you started to feel bad whenever you were smelling your beloved morning coffee or eating yogurt with something sour in it. At first you told yourself it was nothing, maybe a stomach bug, but when it started to get regular and noticed that your period was due one week ago, it hit you like flash and thunder.

You nearly lost your phone while running to the aisle with the women's products. With shaky hands and a small smile, you packet the pregnancy test away and went home just to put it on the counter in the kitchen and stare at it for a while, without having even taken it yet.

„Ough, fuck it,“ you finally mumbled and went into the bathroom to take the test. 

You set the timer and then started thinking about the fact that, when it would turn out positive, you would have to tell John per video chat or letter.

„No, this can't be positive.“ You pace around your living room, glancing at the turned-around test now and then. „Or can it?“

And then the timer went of.

You took a deep breath and walked over to the counter where you had put the test but stopped right in front of the little thing. You wished that John could be there, but nothing could bring him there at that moment, so you had to go through it alone.

With even shakier hands than before, you slowly grabbed the test and turned it around.

Two.

Fucking.

Lines.

„Oh my god,“ you breathed and let go of it. „Fuck.“ You dropped to your knees and just stayed there for a few moments before realizing what that actually meant.

You were pregnant with John's child because of that last night right before he had been shipped out, and now he sat in Iraq, and you are here in the USA.

With big eyes and still not fully believing it, you sat down on the couch in your living room and turned on your computer while having the test right in front of you on the little table.

After remembering that the boys had calling times over there, you closed your laptop again and got some letter paper and a pen from John's drawer. You began to write. The first two versions lay crumbled next to the bin, which you missed after trying to throw them into it from the sofa.

The third one it was.

You wrote down a good, emotional, a bit unstable but still good letter to him, explaining the whole situation. You wrote down how much you missed him and that the house felt empty without his bad jokes and clothes everywhere, before telling him about the life developing inside of you.

After remembering how long a letter would take to get there, you decided to e-mail him instead and send the final version, which was the same message that you had written on the paper, and hit send.

It took John until the evening to open his e-mails because there was always someone who wanted this and that from him. He was in his bunk, shirtless and laughing about one of Elliot's dumb jokes while reading the message. His eyes stopped at the words 'and then there were two red lines: we are pregnant, babe'.

He sat up straight and nearly hit his head on the board right above his head.

„No fucking way.”

„What is it?” Erik asked, looking up from the report in front of him.

Sam and Tommy turned away from their card play and also looked at the man who just stared at the photo of the test that you had attached to the mail.

John turned his phone to show them.

„She's pregnant; I'm gonna be a dad,” he grinned.

„Oh my- No fucking way, buddy.” Elliot took the phone out of his hands to take a better look and then let out a loud 'Yeehaw,' which probably was his way of congratulating him.

„Our Johnny boy is gonna be a daddy,” Sam yelled into the kitchen to Jake, Brian, and Mac.

„Hey boys, gimme back my phone; I have to call her,” John insisted and stole back his phone from Elliot.

You picked up your phone on the third ringing and held it to your ear.

„Baby, it's a video call,” John chuckled.

„Oh, sorry,” you chuckled and looked at the screen, which showed the whole crew.

„Hey,” John whispered and smiled.

„Hey.”

„Show us the belly,” Sam called out.

„There isn't a belly yet, Sam,” you told him, smiling.

„Why not? You said you were pregnant,” he asked, confused, and you realized how low his general knowledge about the female body actually was, which made you shake your head slightly but still smiled.

„Dude, they fucked three weeks ago.” Elliot briefly punched Sam's shoulder.

„Hey be a little respectful; I'm sitting right next to you, and it's not like she or I am deaf.” John gave Elliot a little glare and then turned to you again.

„Well, congrats, sweetie. We are very happy for the two of you.” Eric finally said and smiled at you. 

„Thank you,” you answered him.

„Alright boys, now leave me alone with her; I need some time to talk to her about this.” John shoved them away one by one and just grinned when he threw a pillow at Elliot, who made a suggestive gesture.

„We're gonna be parents.” John then stated it as if he couldn't really believe it, which was completely true.

„I'm scared,” you whispered.

„Oh, love, I'm scared too. I'm so fucking scared that I'm gonna miss the whole pregnancy, the first ultrasound, and everything. But I'm here; you can call me whenever you need, okay?”

You nodded, although you knew you couldn't always reach him while he was overseas.

„Make sure you eat healthy and don't do anything I wouldn't do either if I were pregnant, okay, babygirl?“ John ended up saying just before he hung up and promised to call back as soon as he could.

Now the screen was black again, and you were alone.

Again.

But this little voice of John inside your head told you that it would be going fine, that you and the baby would be okay, and that he would come home safe.

You smiled and drove your hand over the still normal stomach of yours.

„We're gonna wait for Daddy together, little one.“

As the pregnancy went on, your first ultrasound check came sooner than you expected, and after the appointment you were allowed to bring the first picture of your baby home.

That evening you called John again to show him the little picture, and he nearly broke out in tears, something you had never seen on this unusually emotionally controlled man of yours.

„Eric... ERIC!“ he whispered loudly to not wake up the other guys.

„Gosh, Johnny, what is it?” Eric asked in his rough, sleepy voice and rubbed his eyes while sneaking over to his buddy's bed.

„Look at this.” John held up the little ultrasound picture you had sent him with the latest package.

„Is this your little one?”

What a dumb question; of course it was.

„Yes,” John answered like in a trance, looking at it as if it were his most valuable prize.

„That's so cute, man, I'm really happy for you.”

„Thanks,” John said finally before letting him go back to sleep.

pairing: John (warfare 2025) x girlfriend, mom reader

summary: John comes home earlier than you expected and finds out that you have hidden a surprise from him for the past six months.

words: 767

warnings: hidden pregnancy

a/n: based on this request, there might be some lines where I wrote Jack instead of John (idk why, sry for that)

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John had been in Iraq for the last six months and was supposed to come home this weekend, which wouldn't have been a problem if there hadn't been this beautiful, little, living secret of yours; you had tried to hide it as a surprise for him, although you knew you should have told him months ago.

The crying of a little girl interrupted the process of blowing up balloons you were currently working on.

„Hey Stacy, baby. How can you already be awake again when I laid you down one hour ago? Normally you sleep two hours, young lady.“ You asked the baby, who, of course, couldn't answer, and then carefully picked her up. „You sense that your daddy will be here soon, huh? Are you excited to meet him? Yeah?“

With a little kiss on her forehead and a little bit of rocking, she was soon asleep again, and you were able to put her down again and finish the rest of the 'Welcome Home' decoration for John's return.

Suddenly the front door opened. You looked up in the direction of the noise and then to your wristwatch. Two hours too early. With fast steps, you crossed the living room to come to a stop in front of the door that led to the corridor, but before you could lay a hand on the doorknob, the door was already opened.

„Oh, hey darling,“ John said loudly and grinned widely.

You were quick to shut him up by pressing your mouth onto his and kissing him.

„Alright, straight to business, I see.“ He laughed and dropped his bag onto the floor to grab you by your waist to pull you closer against him.

„Babe,“

John shushed you and kissed you again, before you could say another word.

„Baby! There is something I need to tell you-“ Before you could finish the sentence, you were, once again that day, interrupted by the cry of a baby.

„Who's in there?“ Jack pointed to your shared bedroom with his forehead in a fold and eyes narrowed. He quickly walked past you and straight into the sleeping room, before he stopped next to your guys' bed and in front of the crib, where he just stopped and stared.

„Darling, whose fucking baby is lying in your bedroom?“ he whispered to you and pointed at her.

„That's what I wanted to tell you, hun,“ you whispered back and gently put your hand on his tensed-up biceps. „This is Stacy.“ You picked up the little girl, and she immediately calmed down.

„Did you fucking cheat on me while I was gone?“

„No, no, oh Jesus Christ, no.“ You nearly laughed. „You were gone for six months, not a freaking year, John. I was already pregnant before you were gone; I only had my period just as always, and my belly only showed in the final few months,“ you quickly explained.

„What?“ He had understood you; you were sure of that, but couldn't really process the whole thing just now. „So... she's mine?“

„Well, she doesn't look like me, does she?“

„No... so you are telling me this is MY daughter. That I am her father, her daddy?“

„Yes, baby, you are her daddy.“ You grinned. „I'm sorry,”

„Why? This is the most beautiful surprise I have ever received from you, sweetie.”

„I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier.” You had no idea why you suddenly were so emotional.

John was serious again, the moment he saw the glint of some tears in your eyes, the same you had when you two said good-bye, the day he went on his deployment.

„Hey, hey, baby, it's okay.” He brushed some loose hair behind your ear, while putting on a soft smile. „Come on, let's sit down,”

You did what he suggested and cuddled into his arms, still holding Tracy, who had drifted off to sleep again.

„I could never be mad or angry at you for not telling me you were having my baby while I was gone, just because you noticed the pregnancy a little bit later than others do,” John whispered into your ear and kissed your temple.

„Thank you and welcome home, babe.”

„Thanks, baby, and now let me hold my daughter.”

You chuckled quietly and placed the tiny baby on his warm chest.

„You're right, she doesn't look like you at all, although her chin could be yours.”