#John Standring x Reader

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Ngl but i kinda wanna do this event again sksks

Richard Armitage & Co. Writing Event Masterlist (2020)

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20. At first I was unsure but now I want more kiss. I do have a soft spot for John Standring but really any of them would do. PS. So happy I have stumbled across your page! I throughly enjoy all you put out there.

Prompt Masterlist

Pairings: John Standring x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Just lots of cuteness. 

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You had been John’s lodger now for a couple of months and he was just the sweetest thing. He seemed to have little to no confidence in himself whatsoever, and whenever you mentioned women, he just blushed. A few times when you had watched a film together on an evening, sex scenes had come up on screen and immediately John looked down at the floor and his hands dug into the arms of the seat he was sat in. 

That evening and you'd had your dinner together as normal, enjoying a good old-fashioned English roast. Washing up was always something you’d hate as a child, but now you’d come to enjoy it. You’d stand next to John, you washing the crockery and him drying, and you’d bop to the radio. Tonight was no different in that regard. You bumped John’s hip and flicked soap bubbles at him. 

“You’ll pay for that!” John chuckled and whipped the towel at you, missing you as you pulled away, laughing. Water and soap suds dripped on the carpet as you dashed away, teasing John. 

“I’ll get ya!” John called, following you into the living room and chasing you around the sofa. Suddenly, with you cornered, he grabbed you. You let out a loud screech and began laughing. 

John tickled you until your whole face had turned bright red. 

“Stop!” you wheezed. 

As John moved back from you a little, he couldn’t help but look at your beautiful face. Its bright red hue was so sweet, almost childlike and innocent. It was endearing. He smiled at you and noticed that you edged out of the corner towards him. 

John’s eyes sparkled. There was so much love inside him, so much kindness. It drew you in so hard. He had a handsome face which was hidden beneath years of insecurity and shyness. 

You whispered his name and pushed up on tip toes to meet his taller height. Slowly you placed a kiss on his lips. For a second you stopped, your lips still touching. Then you began to pepper his lips with kisses, cupping his cheeks as you did so. 

John wound his arms around your waist and pulled you gently in, his instincts guiding him. Your smell was tantalising: vanilla and strawberries, mixed with just the slightest hint of roses. You always smelled like you had just stepped out of a shop which was both a florists and one which sold sweets. 

After a minute you pulled from the kiss and looked up at him. He was smiling at you, looking like a happy boy. 

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Cuddling with Richard Armitage & Co. would include...

Richard Armitage & Co. x Gender Neutral! Reader!

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A/n: A big little thing for everyone! I hope you guys enjoy these headcanons!!

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Genre: Fluff, Romance Rated: General Warning: Fluff!

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Author: dabisburntnut

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Francis Dolarhyde

Francis is someone who isn’t used to touch, so it might be a while until he really crawls into bed with you and snuggles up to you.

When he gets comfortable though, he loves snuggling up with you!

I think Francis would be the small spoon. He enjoys being held by you, feeling you caress his head and kiss it. It makes Francis so soft!

He doesn’t mind being the big spoon when you need him to be. 

Francis loves holding you and running his fingers along your cheek and face while you fall asleep against him

He’s probably gonna stare at you for hours tbh because Francis just loves looking at you and observing you

Guy of Gisborne

ngl, Guy probably won’t really cuddle unless it’s after sex or you’re having a very rough day. He’s just not really a super affectionate person, especially because of his past, so if he isn’t down to just have a regular snuggle, please don’t be offended. He’s just not someone who shows his affection that much. 

However, when he does cuddle, he’s very warm!! Guy will run his fingers through your hair and along your skin, simply staying quiet and listening to you breathe while you nuzzle his chest. 

Guy of Gisborne will always be the big spoon. The only time he is small spoon is after sex and he’s lying on top of you, too lazy to move. 

If you want to be big spoon, you’re best bet is to get him while he’s just waking up, sliding into the bed with him and hugging him to you. He’d be unable to resist tbh (cause he’s too tired to shove you off lmao)

Guy of Gisborne loves lying on his back with you on his side. He’s most comfortable sleeping on his back, and it’s just a lot easier and comfortable to hold you like that. 

It never takes long for Gisborne to fall asleep while holding you because you’re very warm to him and he likes that :)

John Porter

Okay ngl, Porter is hella good at cuddling. He’s just got a super comforting presence!

John will cuddle with you whenever you want to cuddle with him, but be patient with him because some days might be days where he doesn’t want to cuddle. It’s just a sensory thing, and probably a PTSD thing as well. 

John doesn’t mind being big or small spoon, BUT he does have a preference for being big spoon because honestly, he’s usually the big spoon anyway. 

John does enjoy being small spoon though! It’s very comforting to him tbh. 

John’s favorite position when being big spoon is facing you with your legs intertwined, forehead-to-forehead while rubbing your hip and you play with his dog tags. It’s so intimate!

John, when being small spoon though, adores facing away from you with his back to your chest while you kiss the back of his neck and give him belly rubs <3

John Standring

SOFT SHY SHEEP BOI WHO DOES NO WRONG IS A S L  U T FOR CUDDLES

He loves how intimate it is!! How personal and how close your bodies are and oof!!

Soft shy sheep boi is a small spoon at all times! He loves being held!!

He’s so cute and shy and he’s nervous he might be too heavy when he lays on you, but goodness, he loves laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat. Sheep boi would never be able to resist gently running his fingers along your skin. 

He loves it when you run your fingers through his hair and whisper sweet nothings to him GOD it makes him so SOFT.

pls hold and cuddle him, he will do it whenever you want pls hold him p l s

John Thornton

I think out of everyone listed, Thornton would be the most tender tbh

He can’t be cuddled with often because of his work, but that is why Thornton appreciates cuddles so much!! 

Thornton is definitely a big spoon, but he has his small spoon moments where he just wants to be held. 

Thornton enjoys the intimacy of cuddling, and he loves cuddling you after a very hard day running the Mills. There’s something so relieving about just lying next to your lover and just holding them. 

Thornton’s favorite position is being on his side with your head tucked beneath his chin. It’s very comforting to him when he feels yours breath against his neck. 

Definitely can appreciate cuddling after sex!!!

Thorin Oakenshield

ULTIMATE CUDDLE KING!!! there is NOBODY better at cuddling than the KING HIMSELF

HE’S SO WARM OMG!!! Thorin would NEVER turn down an opportunity to cuddle. The only reason he won’t cuddle with you is if he’s legit busy with the kingdom

Thorin is big spoon. There is no way around it. The only time he will be small spoon is when he’s the big Drunk or big Sad, which is a bit rare tbh sorry fam

Thorin loves loves loves cuddling with you because it’s so intimate and soft and he loves holding you because !!!! he loves you so much and never wants to let you go!!

Thorin is another back cuddler: meaning he prefers to lie on his back with you on his side or on top of him. It’s so intimate!! He loves it when you give him belly rubs when lying on his side, and he just loves feeling the weight of you on top of him when you lie ON him

god pls cuddle this oaf he deserves them all

Raymond de Merville

I’m so sorry fam, but Raymond won’t be a willing cuddle buddy unless you two have just had sex. Honestly, he might not even be willing then. It depends on how he feels about you.

If you’re just another woman in his bed, he’s not gonna cuddle with you. It’s not gonna happen. HOWEVER, if you are a woman he is courting and such, he might be obliged to wrap an arm around you. 

He’s big spoon. There’s no way around it. He’s going to be big spoon now and for eternity. don’t even try to make him small spoon.

Raymond’s position to cuddle in is your back to his chest with legs intertwined and his arm around your waist. It just makes for easier access tbh because this man has never ending sex drive rip

Honestly, Raymond would probably only cuddle with the one he’s married to. It’s too intimate for him to just cuddle anybody. Women can try to cuddle him all he wants, but he’ll never reciprocate unless he’s cuddling the one he loves the most (his wife)

sorry fam, raymond just isn’t a cuddly person rip

Richard Armitage

snuggle buddy snuGGLE BUDDY SNUGGLE BUDDY!!!

Richard would be SO GOOD at cuddling okay! He smells good, he’s warm, he’s soft, UGH!!! 

cuddles at any time, anywhere. If he aint busy, he’s all yours! Richard will be down to cuddle if he isn’t busy. 

He’s equal parts of big and small spoon. He likes being big spoon and holding you, and he loves being small spoon and being held by you. Cuddling is just a very personal and intimate thing for Richard, and he just loves being able to be beside you

PLEASE run your fingers through his hair PLEASE. This man could never fall asleep faster than when you run your fingers through his hair!!

I bet Richard snores though, so if he snores, i bet you could just kick him and he’d wake up and be like ‘IM SORRY PLS DONT STOP CUDDLING ME’ or something akin to that pffffffft.

Fave position to cuddle you in is you both facing each other where he can see your face <3

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Cherry Wine by Hozier for John Standring?

Hozier - “Cherry Wine”

“The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine. “

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His eyes were soft as they gazed at you. You didn’t know he was there watching you as you painted, watching you hum and dance a bit to the music echoing through your headphones. Paint littered your body and clothes, but you paid no mind to it, simply continuing to paint. John smiled more as he watched you, leaning against the doorway while holding a mug of tea. 

He really didn’t want to disturb you. In fact, he wanted to listen to you sing for the whole day, but John didn’t want your tea nor food to get cold. Looking over at the food he had handed you a moment before, he noticed that it had gone untouched. 

“The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine~”

You sang loudly and proudly, holding your head back and eyes closed, and John felt his heart swell up. God, he was so in love with you. Knocking, he watched you jump. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you. I’ve brought you tea.”

You rolled your headphones down to your neck, smiling before walking over to him. 

“Thank you, John, I very much appreciate it.”

He smiled softly and asked you.

“What was that song you were just singin?”

“It’s a song by Hozier...one of my favorites. Here.”

You reached up and placed the headphones on him, and John stared down at you as he listened. Taking the headphones off, he smiled. 

“That’s lovely. I like it very much. You’ve got a beauitful voice, love.”

You flushed and rubbed the back of your neck. 

“Aw, you’re sweet.”

You booped his nose with your brush, placing blue on the tip of his nose, and John went cross-eyed.

“Hey!”

“Come on and paint with me, John.”

“I don’t know. I’m not very good.”

“Don’t have to be good in order to enjoy it, darling. Come on.”

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😍😍😍 Sooooo cute!

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Week 4 - Day 23 - Armitage Summer Splash

Tags: @lathalea @fizzyxcustard

Quote: “Do you regret being with me?”

Character(s): John Standring

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"Do you regret being with me?"

You were taken aback. "Why would you think that, John?"

"Well... Last night. I know it weren't brilliant but..."

You stopped him before he could continue. "I don't care," you said as you took his hand. "First times don't always go brilliant. If anything, it just means we get to practice more." You wiggled your eyebrows and John laughed. "Plus, there were plenty of parts that I did like. Like this one," you said as you leaned in for a kiss, his gentle lips enveloping yours.

When you broke John was smiling, the sheepish look that was occupying his face all day long gone. Without a word you continued down the boardwalk towards the lighthouse, hands entwined, and thoughts of just what you wanted to practice tonight running through your head.

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cottage.

John Standring x Female! Reader

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A/n: this is actually going to be the first story I’ve written for John Standring, and I’m very excited! I hope you guys like this one!

Day Two of my writing event! The theme for this week is Setting, and Day Two is Cottage!

Information about yorkshire landscape is questionable lmao I’m american (unfortunately) and have never been to england (unfortunately)

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Genre: Romance, Friendship, Fluff

Rated: General

Warning: Fluffy, Swearing, Humor

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You were sure that this was the best idea you could have ever had. When you suggested taking a vacation to a remote cottage getaway in the mountains, John had been interested in the idea and agreed, though he was nervous for who would take care of the farm while in his absence. 

The days leading up to the escape had consisted of the two of you planning and preparing for the trip. It was decided that your brother would take care of the farm for a good bit of money, and you and John would enjoy a week away from Sparkhouse. 

The cottage was small, but it was perfect for the two of you. It was located deep in the Yorkshire moors, away from civilization (except for the people who owned the cottage getaway resort, of course). It was fully stocked with food to last you and John for a whole month, even though you were only there for the week. 

It had many windows to allow the natural light to come through the home, and allowed you a beautiful view of the forest and the creek that ran behind the cottage. The porch had a lovely porch swing, painted a pure white, and you tried to spend much of your time out on the swing to listen to the sounds of the forest. 

The sound of the front door opening made you turn to look up, and John’s towering height came into view. He rubbed his hands on his jeans nervously, and you smiled endearingly as his blue eyes looked on you. John smiled a bit and asked you, his accent sounding soft within the forest breeze. 

“Do you want a cup of tea? I haven’t seen ya eat or drink anythin’ since we woke up this mornin.”

You nodded, rubbing the back of your neck. 

“Yes, that sounds wonderful.”

John disappeared for a moment before coming outside, holding two steaming mugs of tea. He sat down beside you carefully, handing you one of the mugs, and you hummed deeply. 

“Thank you, John.”

“Of course.”

His long legs slowly rocked the bench back and forth as you both simply looked out at the forest and watched the birds, and you said after a moment. 

“I am a genius. This is the best idea that I’ve ever had.”

You chuckled, and John nodded to you, smiling softly. 

“I have to agree. This is amazing. How did you find out about this palce?”

You placed your head on his shoulder, replying as you sipped your tea slowly. 

“A friend suggested it to me, actually. She had her honeymoon here when she got married and told me it was a great place to go when ya wanna get away for a while. It’s very quiet and peaceful.”

John was quiet, swallowing thickly and taking a deep breath before he asked you in a whisper.

“Do ya....do ya wanna come here again?”

You nodded, and John’s fingers fidgeted. 

“I mean...for our honeymoon too?”

Your ears went red, and John became embarrassed. 

“I’m sorry-”

“-No, it’s okay. I think it’d be lovely.”

John looked over at you in surprise before a large smile broke out on his face. 

“Really? Ya think so?”

“Sure, but you should probably ask me to marry you before planning a honeymoon.”

John flushed red, and he bit his lip as the two of you chuckled. John whispered softly, his nose brushing against your temple. 

“Will you...will you marry me?”

“Of course, John.”

John smiled brightly, and you swore his eyes were brighter than the sky itself as they reflected how happy he was. Smiling, you kissed his lips softly before lying your head back against his shoulder. 

Best. Idea. Ever.

[END DAY TWO]

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break.

John Standring x Female! Reader

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A/n: of course. the second john standring work that i do, and it’s to completely rip his heart out. my bad.

This is Week Four: Day 25 of my writing event! The theme for Week Four is Dialogue, and Day 25 is “I can’t be with you”

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Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Rated: General Warning: Angst, Swearing, Self-Doubting, this is kinda sad rip

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Author: dabisburntnut

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“What?”

You sighed deeply and sat down on the couch, rubbing your mug. There was no way that you could face him...could face those baby blues that you knew were filling with tears. God only knew that if you did, you’d want to stay. 

“I can’t be with you. I...John, I’m not...I’m not what you need.”

John’s eyes fluttered, trying to really comprehend what you were saying to him. What did you mean? Why were you suddenly saying this? John was trying so hard to figure out what to say, what to do...but nothing was coming to mind. Nothing but pain and rejection and heartache. 

“I...I don’t understand...was it somethin’ I said? Somethin’ I did?’

“No, no, it...it wasn’t you, John. God no. It’s me.”

Your eyes filled with tears, and you choked on your breath a bit. Sniffling deeply, you whispered to him. 

“John, you need someone who can give you their all. You need someone who can be the wife that you need, the best friend that you can confide in, and the woman who truly loves you....someone that isn’t...isn’t fucked up like me.”

John walked closer, sitting down on the couch beside you, saying to you as he sniffled. 

“You’re not fucked up, (Y/n).”

“Yes I am!”

You began to cry, covering your face, and John placed his hand on your back, shushing you. 

“Please don’t cry.”

You croaked out, keeping on of your hands on your face to as you tried to keep your breathing under control. 

“I...I’ve hurt so many people...ruined so many of my friendships and relationships and...and I just...I can’t do that to you too! I could never live with myself.”

John bit his lip, saying softly as he leaned in close to you. 

“We all make mistakes, (Y/n). It’s normal, but...but do you really think it wouldn’t hurt me if you left? I need you.”

“But at least I’d only hurt you once instead of over and over again if I stay with you.”

John shook his head, whispering. 

“You leaving me would hurt me more than anything else you could ever do. I love you. I want to marry you! Start a family...”

You replied, pushing to him.

“That isn’t fair to you, John. That isn’t fair at all. You don’t deserve to be treated like that. You deserve only the best.”

“You are the best.”

You became quiet, looking down at your lap and biting your lip. John repeated. 

“You are the best and I don’t want to be with anybody else but you. We can...we can work this out...maybe go to therapy together...whatever you need help with, I’m ready to provide.”

You clenched your fists before sniffling, taking a shaky breath before you felt another sob begin building up as you tried to apologize. 

“I’m...I...I’m so sorry, John.”

“No, it’s alright...we’re gonna work on this, alright? Let’s have some tea and...and watch the telly, okay?’

You sniffled and nodded, and when John got up and got into the kitchen, he leaned over the sink and began to cry because for a second, all John could see was Carol when looking at you. 

Truly a terrifying thing, that crazy little thing called love.

[END DAY TWENTY-FIVE]

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What’s your first kiss with John Standring like?

jay, i literally love you for asking me about john strandring a;ldskflasfkj you make me so happy and fulfill me skjldfskjldfskjl

I can imagine a first kiss with John would be so tender. You think John Thornton is tender? John Strandring is the DEFINITION of tender. Especially when he’s feeling shy or anxious, maybe even a bit shocked because you want to kiss him. John is incredibly sweet, but I can see him letting you be the one to control the kiss the first couple of times because he doesn’t want to mess up, and you certainly seem to know what you’re doing hehe.

I can see you slowly leaning in, just lightly touching your lips against his, and John is frozen, eyes wide and breath catching in his throat. You’re testing the waters, seeing if he’ll reject you, but he’s standing still and not pushing you away, so you fully press your lips against his and John s h i v e r s because it feels so good to be kissed by you. 

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Lyn’s Writing Event (Masterlist)

WEEK ONE:

Day 1 - Beach (setting) - Modern!John Thornton x Reader

Day 2 - Cottage (setting) - John Porter x Reader

Day 3 - Countryside (setting) - John Standring 

Day 4 - Barcelona (setting) - John Porter (slight reader)

Day 5 - Work (settling) - Francis Dolarhyde (slight reader)

Day 6 - Childhood Home (setting) - Guy of Gisborne x Reader

Day 7 - Home (setting) - Raymond de Merville x Reader

WEEK TWO:

Day 8 - Sanctuary (word) - Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Day 9 - Change (word) - Francis Dolarhyde (slight reader)

Day 10 - War (word) - John Porter

Day 11 - Technology (word) - Modern!John Thornton (slight reader)

Day 12 - Yugen (word) - Smug Man at Party (crack fic; nothing serious)

Day 13 - Divinity (word) - Francis Dolarhyde (slight reader)

Day 14 - Temper (word) - Raymond de Merville x Reader

Day 15 - Mamhilapintapei (word) - Guy of Gisborne (slight reader)

Day 16 - Love (word) - Guy of Gisborne x Reader (direct sequel to day 15)

WEEK THREE:

Day 17 - Pirate AU - ‘His Call To The Sea’ - Merman!Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Day 18 - Soul mates AU - Raymond de Merville x Reader

Day 19 - Apocalypse AU - John Porter x Reader

Day 20 - MISSED

Day 21 - Demon/Angel AU - ‘Demons’ - Raymond de Merville x Reader

Day 22 - Body Swap AU - John Porter (slight reader)

Day 23 - Coffee Shop AU - ‘Coffee Break’ - Modern/Tattooist Thorin Oakenshield x Plus size!Reader

WEEK FOUR:

Day 24 - “I don’t think it works like that” (sentence) - ‘My New Uncle’ - Modern!John Thornton x Reader

Day 25 - “I can’t be with you” (sentence) - ‘A Dwarf or a Witcher?’ - Thorin Oakenshield and Geralt of Rivia 

Day 26 - “You are the best thing to have happened to me” (sentence) - ‘The Best Thing’ - John Porter x Reader

Day 27 - “It’s going to be okay” (sentence) ‘It’s Going To Be Okay’ - Modern!John Thornton x Reader

Day 28 - “I hate you” (sentence) ‘I Hate You’ - Modern!Raymond de Merville

Day 29 - “You better put that down or else” (sentence) - ‘Curiosity’ - Francis Dolarhyde

Day 30 - MISSED

Day 31 - “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into” (sentence) - ‘First Mission’ - John Porter x Reader

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It's your first Christmas with John Standring and he's so excited to be having you stay with him. What does he do to prepare?

I may have gone slightly off topic but.... enjoy!

First, he has to survive Christmas with your family.

The festivities kick off on Christmas Eve Eve with your extended family. Your parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, and nephews gather together for dinner and to exchange gifts. This is the first time you’ve ever brought anyone with you and your cousins are definitely not letting you forget that. On more than one occasion you have mouthed I’m sorry from across the room as some relative has John cornered.

John doesn’t mind the hubbub or the million questions from your prying relations. He’s always wanted a big family and this Christmas is finally giving him a taste of what he’s wished for.

Somewhere between presents and desserts, the pair of you mange to hide in the front room for a quick cuddle on the couch, near the tree. Just as you are about to kiss, your 6-year-old nephew jettisons himself between you and begs his new “Uncle” John to come put together the Lego he got. You can’t help but laugh as John complies and slides down to sit on the floor with your nephew and starts to assemble what is supposed to be a rocket ship.

As you head out the door, hands full of bags of presents and food, your aunt, who usually doesn’t say much, leans in to whisper to you that you found a good one and to not let him go. You smile and assure her you don’t plan on letting him go.

Christmas Eve is a lot more relaxed. The two of you spend most of it apart, puttering around doing chores and you of course need to run out for a last-minute gift or two and pack your overnight bag for the stay at John’s.

You ride together to pick up your parents for midnight service. You spend the ride singing along, loudly, and rather badly, to Christmas songs on the radio.

This service is your favorite, with all the music and candles and the promise of hope for the coming year. It means a little more this year with John at your side, holding your hand.

You spend the night with John at his. You have a cup of tea before bed and snuggle on the couch, basking in the glow of the Christmas tree lights. Before he takes you upstairs, you make sure to leave some milk and cookies out for Santa but, you already know the best present won’t be found under the tree.

You wake up much later than usual to an empty bed and frown. You were hoping for some snuggles and maybe an early Christmas “present.” As you flop onto your back, the smell of bacon and something sweet hits your nose and you hear the familiar creak of the stairs under John’s weight. The bedroom door slowly swings open and in enters John, tray in hand, bringing you breakfast in bed; eggs, bacon, buttered toast with cinnamon and sugar (your favorite!), orange juice and a steaming mug of tea. Thoughts of “presents” quickly leave your mind.

You’re surprised to find quite a few boxes have joined the ones you put under the tree last night. Even the milk and cookies are gone! You sit on the floor and exchange presents. A smart new jumper for John, a special edition of your favorite book series for you and a few other odds and ends are exchanged. While it may not be much, you know thought has been put into every gift.

You come back from the kitchen with two mugs of tea and some Christmas cookies. John is sat on the couch, holding out an envelope for you. It says from Santa. You giggle as you take the envelop from him and open it to find a card inside. The inscription inside reads, “These are found in the Harry Potter books and in Lord of The Rings too. They help make Christmas gifts that Santa brings to you. What are they?” You look at John sideways. He laughs and says that Santa brought you a special present, but you had to hunt to find it since he knew you loved puzzles. A scavenger hunt, you question? John nods as he sips his tea. Your eyes scan the room for anything with an elf on it. There are ceramic ones on the mantle and underneath is another card. You open it and find another clue.

After finding several cards tucked amongst the Christmas decorations, the last one you find reads “I’m a plant seen at Christmas, which people hang above, and then they stand beneath me and kiss someone they love.” John is standing behind you in the doorway, mistletoe above his head. You turn and on tiptoe give him a kiss. John bends down as if to kiss you again but keeps going until he is down on one knee, a small box in hand. Everything starts to blur and four words you never expected to hear are hanging in the air, “Will you marry me?”

[sweetestgbye]

A Christmas Wish

I wanted a cute little Christmas story that involved John Standring from Sparkhouse because that man is too precious for words. So I wrote one. I haven’t written anything for pleasure in close to a decade so be kind. 

Thanks @weekendgothgirl for being my cheerleader. <3

Here we go...

You were glad you had finally decided to venture out to the local pub for its quiz night. It was one of the things you missed about home and you were really missing home with Christmas right around the corner. While it was not quite the same without your usual band of friends, that was the point of taking the new job in a new town. It was a chance to finally spread your wings and see what you were worth. So far, not much had changed but you were determined that tonight was going to be different.

Upon walking in the door, you noticed your coworker, John Standring, sitting alone in the corner, nursing a pint. You had not spoken with him at length, but he had been the first person outside of your department to really talk to you, even if it had been mostly hellos and pleasantries around the water cooler or in passing in the yard. He was sweet but somewhat skittish. To be fair you were not the most outgoing person either. But tonight, well, you were going to make an exception. Right after you sat at the opposite corner of the bar and had a drink or maybe two or three.

You were halfway through the questions and about halfway through your second drink. You felt like enough liquid courage had set in. Now it was time to make your move. You weaved your way through the other pub patrons, drink and answer sheet in hand, to where John was sitting. “Mind if I join you?” John slowly looked up and smiled sheepishly. You were going to take that as a yes. “I’m having a hell of a time with these football questions. I’m rubbish with sport. Think you could help?”

“I’m not sure if I’ll be any help but I can try.”

You sat at the empty seat next to him and the pair of you started to pour over the answers. You found him to be surprisingly talkative although he was still a bit reserved. Not only did he know what you were missing for sport, he corrected several of your other responses. Maybe you were not the only one who needed some Dutch courage tonight or maybe he was just that different outside of work. Either way you were enjoying yourself immensely. Even more so since a noisy hen party had come in and you had to scoot your chairs even closer together so you could hear one another speak. There was a familiarity that began to settle between you. It was the most at home you had felt in weeks.

Between the two of you, you had a perfect score and got to take home a pair of matching beer steins as a prize.

When it was time to go, John escorted you back to your car. However, being the klutz that you were, you slipped on an icy patch, stein shattering and your ungloved hand landing right in the shards. John was right at your elbow, helping you up and examining your hand. “I’m fine,” you said.

“You have glass in your hand. You’re not fine. I just live up the road. Come with me and let me clean your hand.”

While you had been hoping that you would somehow get to go home with him at some point, this was not what you had in mind. He very sweetly kept hold of your elbow as you walked up the road to make sure you did not slip and fall again. He ushered you inside and had you sit on a chair in the living room. “Sorry for the mess,” he said as he cleared away some clothing from the spare chair and takeaway containers from the coffee table. “I don’t get a lot of visitors.”

“Don’t worry, John. It’s fine.”

“I’ll be right back. Let me get the first aid kit.”

He disappeared up the stairs to where you guessed the bathroom was. It gave you a moment to look around. It was homey. The furniture was old and worn but clean and comfortable. Odd knickknacks and photos littered the end table closest to you. Before you could pick up a photo for inspection, John was back with the first aide kit, a bowl of warm water and towels. He gingerly took your hand and held it over the bowl, letting the warm water wash over it. “Oh, that stings,” you said as you jerked your hand back slightly.

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I’m the idiot who decided to stick her hand in a pile of glass.”

“You’re not an idiot. Would an idiot have gotten a perfect score?”

“I suppose not. But I still feel like a really smart person wouldn’t have done this to themselves. Plus, most of those answers were you.”

John smiled and continued to clean your hand, tweezing out some pieces of glass before coating your wounds in a salve and bandaging them. You continued to look around the room when a realization struck. “You don’t have a Christmas tree!”

“Sorry?”

“It’s the week before Christmas and you don’t have a tree. Or do you not celebrate Christmas? I’m being presumptuous. Sorry.”

“No, I do celebrate Christmas. Its just me though this year so I didn’t see the point.”

You gasped. “Is Christmas cheer not point enough? I have a tree even though it’s just me. It makes me happy and not a lot makes me happy right now.”

“Not happy?”

“Oh, forget I said that. It’s the beer and homesickness talking. Its getting late, I should go.” You stood up and headed towards the door. “Thank you, John. I had fun. Even with,” you waved your freshly bandaged hand at him. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow,” you said as you opened the door.

“Sure you can make it down the street, ok?” he started to put on his coat before you stopped him.

“I think I can manage. No need to go back in the cold. Thanks again.”

You both hesitated for a moment, like something more than awkward silence was supposed to transpire but there was nothing. “Goodnight, John,” you said as you headed out the door.

“Goodnight,” he replied as he watched you head back down the street.

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A couple days later you showed up at John’s unannounced. A surprised face answered the door. “What’s this?”

“I brought you a tree. Well, its more of a twig but, I think with some decorations and a little love it’ll make a nice Christmas tree.” You started to juggle the plant between hands when John reached out to take it from you, his hand brushing yours and sending a shiver down your spine.

“Let me get that. It can’t be easy with your hand. Come in,” he said as he grabbed the pot and shepherded you inside. He set the tree on the coffee table. “Thank you. It’s very thoughtful but I’m afraid I don’t have any decorations.”

“I’m glad I came prepared then,” you said as you pulled an un-popped bag of popcorn from your bag. “Feeling crafty?”

John chuckled. “I guess so. Let me put that on.” He took the bag from your hand and gestured to the living room. “Make yourself at home.”

You proceeded to take the remaining pieces needed for a popcorn garland out of your bag as you settled into the sofa. “I’ve never actually done this before.”

“Done what? Bring someone a Christmas tree?”

You laughed. “No. I was referring to the garland. Although the tree is a first, too.”

“Well,” he settled into the sofa next to you with the bowl of popcorn, “I’m glad I’m your first.” He started to blush but tried to turn attention away by quickly clearing his throat. “Shall we begin?”

The pair of you happily sat side by side, chatting and stringing popcorn, acting like it was something you had done together a million times before. That feeling of home came over you again and you decided it was the right moment to make your next move. You just hoped that John felt the same way too. “I almost forgot. I have one more surprise for you.” You reached for your bag and pulled out a sprig of mistletoe, holding it over your head and hoping that you had not misread things.

John turned and blinked, a smile slowly spreading across his face as he leaned across the couch towards you. “I don’t need mistletoe to want to kiss you.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

[scariusaquarius]

Richard Armitage & Co. Writing Event Masterlist (2020)

Hello. This is my masterlist for all of my work done for my writing event! If you didn’t get the chance to see any of my work during the event, then no worries! Mama Lyn has your back with her masterlist! 

WEEK ONE (May 1st - May 7th): Setting

May 1st - Beach (Richard Armitage) May 2nd - Cottage (John Standring) May 3rd - Quiet Countryside (John Thornton) May 4th - Barcelona (John Porter) May 5th - Work (Francis Dolarhyde) May 6th - Childhood Neighborhood (Lucas North) May 7th - Home (Thorin Oakenshield)

WEEK TWO (May 8th - May 16th): Word

May 8th - Sanctuary (MISSED) May 9th - Change (Raymond de Merville) May 10th - War (Richard Armitage) May 11th - Technology (Thorin Oakenshield) May 12th - Yūgen (John Porter) May 13th - Divinity (Francis Dolarhyde) May 14th - Temper (Thorin Oakenshield) May 15th - Mamihlapinatapei (Richard Armitage) May 16th - Love (Raymond de Merville)

WEEK THREE (May 17th - May 23rd): AU

May 17th - Pirate AU (Raymond de Merville) May 18th - Soulmate AU (Richard Armitage) May 19th - Apocalypse AU (MISSED) May 20th - Babysitter AU (John Porter) May 21st - Angel/Demon AU (Richard Armitage) May 22nd - Body Swap AU (Thorin Oakenshield) Mary 23rd - Coffee Shop AU (John Porter)

WEEK FOUR (May 24th - May 31st): Dialogue

May 24th - “I don’t think it works like that.” (John Porter) May 25th - “I can’t be with you.” (John Standring) May 26th - “You are the best thing to have ever happened to me.” (Thorin Oakenshield) May 27th - “It’s going to be okay.” (Thorin Oakenshield) May 28th - “I hate you.” (John Thornton) May 29th - “You better put that down or else.” (Thorin Oakenshield) May 30th - “I royally fucked up.” (MISSED) May 31st - “I hope you know what you are getting yourself into.” (Thorin Oakenshield)

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UUGGGGGHHH THIS IS SO CUTE! 😭

20. At first I was unsure but now I want more kiss. I do have a soft spot for John Standring but really any of them would do. PS. So happy I have stumbled across your page! I throughly enjoy all you put out there.

Prompt Masterlist

Pairings: John Standring x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Just lots of cuteness. 

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You had been John’s lodger now for a couple of months and he was just the sweetest thing. He seemed to have little to no confidence in himself whatsoever, and whenever you mentioned women, he just blushed. A few times when you had watched a film together on an evening, sex scenes had come up on screen and immediately John looked down at the floor and his hands dug into the arms of the seat he was sat in. 

That evening and you'd had your dinner together as normal, enjoying a good old-fashioned English roast. Washing up was always something you’d hate as a child, but now you’d come to enjoy it. You’d stand next to John, you washing the crockery and him drying, and you’d bop to the radio. Tonight was no different in that regard. You bumped John’s hip and flicked soap bubbles at him. 

“You’ll pay for that!” John chuckled and whipped the towel at you, missing you as you pulled away, laughing. Water and soap suds dripped on the carpet as you dashed away, teasing John. 

“I’ll get ya!” John called, following you into the living room and chasing you around the sofa. Suddenly, with you cornered, he grabbed you. You let out a loud screech and began laughing. 

John tickled you until your whole face had turned bright red. 

“Stop!” you wheezed. 

As John moved back from you a little, he couldn’t help but look at your beautiful face. Its bright red hue was so sweet, almost childlike and innocent. It was endearing. He smiled at you and noticed that you edged out of the corner towards him. 

John’s eyes sparkled. There was so much love inside him, so much kindness. It drew you in so hard. He had a handsome face which was hidden beneath years of insecurity and shyness. 

You whispered his name and pushed up on tip toes to meet his taller height. Slowly you placed a kiss on his lips. For a second you stopped, your lips still touching. Then you began to pepper his lips with kisses, cupping his cheeks as you did so. 

John wound his arms around your waist and pulled you gently in, his instincts guiding him. Your smell was tantalising: vanilla and strawberries, mixed with just the slightest hint of roses. You always smelled like you had just stepped out of a shop which was both a florists and one which sold sweets. 

After a minute you pulled from the kiss and looked up at him. He was smiling at you, looking like a happy boy. 

[sweetestgbye]

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Week 4 - Day 23 - Armitage Summer Splash

Tags: @lathalea @fizzyxcustard

Quote: “Do you regret being with me?”

Character(s): John Standring

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"Do you regret being with me?"

You were taken aback. "Why would you think that, John?"

"Well... Last night. I know it weren't brilliant but..."

You stopped him before he could continue. "I don't care," you said as you took his hand. "First times don't always go brilliant. If anything, it just means we get to practice more." You wiggled your eyebrows and John laughed. "Plus, there were plenty of parts that I did like. Like this one," you said as you leaned in for a kiss, his gentle lips enveloping yours.

When you broke John was smiling, the sheepish look that was occupying his face all day long gone. Without a word you continued down the boardwalk towards the lighthouse, hands entwined, and thoughts of just what you wanted to practice tonight running through your head.