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amberlynnmurdock · 1 year

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Quiet Protection Pt. 2

Pairing: Ben Tallmadge x Reader

Genre: Angst at first, and then fluff

Summary: Ben visits Penn Mansion with Washington and the dragoons and leaves with a gift from Peggy Shippen.

A/N: Part two of Quiet Protection, which is turning into a series of nights spent with the Major keeping your love secret. I hope you guys like this one! I had a lot of fun writing it!

Warnings: slightly intense making out lol

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Philadelphia

Ben didn’t love the idea of leaving you at camp alone, but he had no choice but to go with the Commander and the rest of the dragoons to Philadelphia. The point of this trip was to check in on Major Arnold and his new acquaintance here at Penn Mansion, with Peggy Shippen.

The party was nothing short of dapper. Ben lurked in the shadows, however—these appearances were more for Washington and Martha, for Benedict and Peggy. His purpose was really to make sure His Excellency was protected at all times. Even on occasions such as a party, Ben was still at work. He liked it that way.

He kept his hands held behind him as he walked around the beautiful mansion: he hadn’t been inside such a large estate for a long time. His days were filled with dirt, thin tents, cold air, and wooden beds. It wasn’t often at all he saw fireplaces, long dining tables, soft white cloths, and sparkling silverware. Ben stopped at a large painting on the wall: it was a garden scenery, with a white altar and pink roses in bushes. It reminded him of you.

“Major Tallmadge?” A soft, high-pitched voice called from behind. When Ben turned around, he was stunned to see Miss Peggy Shippen herself, dolled up in a beautiful light pink and white laced dress, obviously for the occasion. He will admit that Miss Shippen was a sight to see—bright blue eyes and perfectly curled blonde hair. Ben immediately bowed and took the socialite's hand in his, greeting her.

“Miss Shippen,” Ben answered, “at your service.”

“Please, call me Peggy. Are you enjoying the party so far? I was worried to see you walking alone and not conversing with the other… guests, here,” Peggy stated, grabbing the Major’s elbow to begin walking with him. Ben knew she was referencing the many young and beautiful socialites that were in the dining hall, waiting for an army officer to ask them to dance, but Ben didn’t have an interest in any of them. How could he, when he has you, patiently waiting for his return?

“I apologize if I come off rude. I am more here to support the Commander than to socialize. But everyone does look dashing, if not you the most, Peggy,” Ben tells her in honesty. Peggy giggles beside him as she leads him to another part of the dining hall that had desserts laid out.

“Oh Major Tallmadge, you’re too kind. But I don’t think a young and handsome man such as yourself would spare the opportunity to even chat just a little with the bachelorettes all here, that is unless, you already have someone waiting at home,” Peggy said with a quirked brow, a knowing smile. “You wish she were here tonight, don’t you?”

Ben forces a smile. Of course, he’s been wishing you were here with him this entire time. He wishes he could proudly walk into this dining hall with you at his arm, introducing you to all the important men in the military. He wishes he could see you in a light blue and white lace dress, with your hair curled and makeup lightly done. He wishes he had better circumstances to offer to you. And suddenly, Ben feels a weight on his chest when he thinks of these things he wishes to give you now—instead of promises for the future.

“No,” Ben lies, “there isn’t anyone,” he lies again.

“Peggy! There you are,” one of Peggy’s friends rushes over. On cue, Peggy turns and smiles at her dark-haired friend.

“We’ve just made an appointment with the tailor in town for you, to begin the sizing for your wedding dress, and design,” she says, giving Peggy a squeeze on her arms. If Ben didn’t know any better, he might’ve thought he saw a flash of disappointment on Peggy’s face.

“Please excuse me, ladies. Thank you for showing me around, Peggy,” Ben bows and quickly excludes himself from the scene.

He finds himself back in the dimly lit hallway, but he walks passed the painting and the dining room and instead finds a quiet area near the back of the house that overlooks the large backyard.

“Wedding dress” is all he hears in his head, and flashes of you appear in Ben’s mind. He leans his arm on the wall and rests his forehead there, closing his eyes.

He imagines you in a white lace dress, with your hair pulled back in a low ponytail, with pieces coming out that frame your face. A white bow, too, on the back of your head. Your arms, covered in long white lace gloves, and a ring. He thinks of the sight of you and the thought of it is overwhelming. You, in a wedding dress, and ready to wed. God, it felt like a dream unreachable, in a time like this. Ben prayed for a day like that.

It was all the more reason they absolutely had to win this war.

New Jersey Camp

Arriving back to camp took longer than Ben thought it would. The group left Philadelphia later than planned which caused the arrival time to be way past midnight. Ben had told you he would certainly be back before sundown, and now that it was dark, he was worried that you were worried.

It was fairly easy to sneak over to your tent. The men, including Washington himself, quickly turned in for the night, exhausted from a long trip back to New Jersey. Before Ben had left, Peggy had grabbed his attention one last time.

“Major Tallmadge,” Peggy whispered at the side of his horse. She was wearing a cloak over her head, hidden from the officers. “Shh,” she hushed as Ben was about to ask what was wrong.

“I know when a man lies,” Peggy winked. She slipped a brown paper-wrapped package into Ben’s coat pocket. “It doesn’t fit me anymore. I hope it’ll make someone else happy.”

Ben flipped the package around in his hands before heading to your tent. It was tied together with a string. Ben had no idea what was in it, but he assumed it was something to wear. He wanted to open it with you.

Upon reaching your tent, Ben was surprised to see a soft glow from inside, indicating that you were awake. He slowly pulled the tent flap open and slipped inside, to see you sitting up in bed with a book and a candle.

“I thought you’d be sleeping—“ before Ben can finish his sentence, you’ve already thrown your arms around him in an embrace.

“I was worried,” you breathed out, “I couldn’t sleep.” You pulled back and pushed a strand of his hair behind his ear. His soft blue eyes looked longingly at you, his lips slightly parted.

“I promised you that I would always find my way back to you,” Ben whispered, nuzzling his nose on yours. “Don’t lose sleep over me.”

“I can’t promise you that, Major,” you say teasingly.

Ben smiles when you call him Major. He places a kiss on your lips, long and soft. For a moment, his worries are forgotten.

“I have something for you,” Ben states, fiddling in his pocket for the package. He pulls it out and you raise an eyebrow.

“Got along with the Philadelphia socialites, huh?” You look at it suspiciously.

“No, not like that—come on, darling,” Ben sighs with a half smile, “it’s from Miss Peggy Shippen… soon to be Mrs. Arnold. She tried getting me to dance with the other girls there but I refused. I guess I’m not good of a liar when it comes to you…”

A reminder of your relationship being a secret makes your heart pang. You nod your head for him to go on.

“Well, before I left, she came to me in secret and said she wants it to make someone else happy since it doesn’t fit her anymore,” Ben explained. “I wanted to open it with you, however.”

“This is odd, but I am intrigued,” you reply, slowly untying the string.

The flaps of the brown paper wrapping open and inside the package is a royal blue lace dress. It’s not a full gown, or else it wouldn’t have fit inside this small package, but it was a lighter dress, like a summer or slip dress; it was definitely handmade by someone who paid extra attention to detail, and certainly something you couldn’t afford to buy yourself. You drop the wrapping to the ground as you hold the dress up at its full length. You gasped at the color and how beautifully the lace was designed. Ben raises his eyebrows and steps back, taking it in.

"This is breathtaking. I don’t think I’ve ever held something so nice in my hands,” you gasp. Ben smiles but disagrees. He has held something so nice in his hands, and he’s looking right at her.

“Could you try it on?” Ben asks, feeling his heart grow ten times its size in his chest.

You look at him and shrug, “I mean, of course. That’s why she gave it to you, right?”

“Right,” Ben agrees. He’s trying to match your nonchalant energy but struggles because he’s not sure how he will react when he sees you in the dress.

You turn around and slip out of your nightgown. Ben looks away respectfully and waits for you to put on the royal blue lace dress. He crosses his arms, focusing on the ground.

When you say you’re ready, Ben turns to face you and is immediately in awe of what he sees. His lips part as he unfolds his arms, taking in the sight of you. The dress fits seamlessly on you. The length touches the ground, but it’s the top of it that does it for Ben. It has off-the-shoulder sleeves and drapes around your chest beautifully. Ben clears his throat and blinks. He’s never seen you in something so beautiful. And the color… it’s like it brought out all your features in the best way possible, features that Ben hadn’t even really noticed before.

Seeing you in this dress was like seeing a glimpse into your future together, Ben thought.

“Well?” You inquire, “How does it look? I can’t tell on this little mirror I have—“

“You look… stunning,” Ben whispers, “I—I don’t even know how to describe it. You look like an angel.”

You blush at his words. For the first time in a while, you felt shy around Ben, like when you first met him. Ben walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. You are the most precious thing he’s ever held. He holds you there for a moment, your figure feeling like a sculpture in his arms, delicate. He closes his eyes and buries his face in the nape of your neck.

“I promise that the next time you wear this dress, we’ll be in our own home, on our own land, hosting a party for all of our friends,” Ben softly says as he pulls back, running his fingers through your hair. You turn your head and kiss his wrist. The thought of it brought tears to your eyes.

“I know, Benny, I know,” you softly cry out. “I’m tired of hiding how I feel about you in public.”

Ben places your face in his hands, giving you a kiss on your lips. He deepens it as he slowly walks you back to your bed. He gently spins you around and has you sit in between his legs on your bed. He kisses you with more intensity, his tongue teasing you, and pulls back out of breath.

“We won’t have to hide this soon,” Ben huffs, eyes half closed, driven mad by your touch. In truth, he doesn’t know when you and he doesn’t have to be a secret anymore. He doesn’t. But he promises you, and himself, that the moment it’s no longer hidden, he’ll beg for forgiveness for the times he’s made you pretend. Because what he feels now is something that should never be hidden from the world.

#ben tallmadge #ben tallmadge x reader #amc turn #turn #seth numrich #seth numrich x reader #ben tallmadge fanfic #ben tallmadge one shot #ben tallmadge imagine #peggy shippen #benedict arnold #george washington #quiet protection

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musicboxmemories · 2 years

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Turn Week 2022 - Day 7 - Favorite AU Ship

#turnedit #benjamin tallmadge #ben tallmadge #seth numrich #peggy shippen #ksenia solo #ben x peggy #turn week 2022 #turn week #perioddramaedit #perioddrama #turn #turn washington's spies #gifs #mine #LOOK some historians think she was 355 and that would've been s.PICY #and this is proof he wasn't paying attention to the clock over her eyes #they remained in his memory so vividly after just one meeting #turn amc

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brewsterispunkk · 2 years

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guys if I rewrote my awful high school turn fanfic as a reader insert x ben tallmadge would y’all read it bc i really really wanna.

#turn: washington's spies #turn amc #abe woodhull #ben tallmadge x ofc #benjamin tallmadge #caleb brewster #edmund hewlett #anna strong #john graves simcoe #john andre #peggy shippen

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queerquaintrelle · 5 months

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TURNsgiving 2023 day 4: Rarepair/Crackship Appreciation

"Love, let my love inside go free!" — Free, Mother Mother (The Vampire Audrey ~ charmantevamp/Benjamin Tallmadge)

Read their stories here.

I won’t lie, I went through a myriad of Benjamin Tallmadge x character ships before returning to this one. But, I’ve already expounded on Sarah’s wasted narrative potential at length (x), @honorhearted already mentioned Ben/Peggy, and! @musicboxmemories already highlighted Ben/Anna, (Mary Floyd Tallmadge - I see you and I appreciate you, likewise, an honourable to Ben and Caleb’s dynamic, romantic, or platonically, or queer platonically).

A classic case of "the MC doesn’t have a love interest canonically to match wits with or have narrative juxtaposition with, so we must do it ourselves."

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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 2 years

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A Modern Girl in a Revolutionary World

Based on this request: Happy Birthday!! Would you be willing to write a modern!reader in the TURN universe? Maybe the reader saves John Andre’s life as a sort of secret vigilante and Caleb or Ben fall in love with her?? It’s kind of silly, but I think you could do well with it.

Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Fandom: TURN: Washington’s Spies

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of executions, fluff

Pairings/Characters: Caleb Brewster x modern!fem reader, Benjamin Tallmadge

"Dammit," you growled out feeling dirt digging into the skin of your knees. Your jeans had torn a bit when you fell. You could be clumsy at times. It happened. What had never happened before was ending up in a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT TIME! You didn't know how it happened, but it had and now you were stuck in Revolutionary times, currently running from a few red coats. You knew, if they caught you, you'd probably be hanged as a witch or a mad woman or something. Fortunately for you, you were discovered by the right people.

The first person you met was one Captain Benjamin Tallmadge. He was kind, but reminded you far too much of Captain America. That wasn't really your type. A good friend perhaps, but nothing more. Not that you were looking for any sort of romance. At least that's what you thought until you met Caleb.

At first, you and Caleb did not get along at all. You fought like cats and dogs. Maybe it was because you both had such strong personalities. Or maybe it was the underlying sexual tension between you that neither one of you wanted to admit. You couldn’t say. But the more time you spent with him, the more you started to like him.

Caleb had such compassion for people, even when he tried to hide it. He truly believed in what he was fighting for. And he could be quite charming and funny when it suited him. It made being in his care a little bit easier. Since Ben was a Captain and usually fairly busy, it gave you a lot of time with Caleb. He grew on you far more quickly than you ever expected. Over the months, you found yourself falling in love with him. Which was why your heart broke when everything went to hell.

You were currently sitting on a cot in front of Caleb and Ben who both wore disappointed, angry expressions. Ben was more furious than Caleb, which was surprising considering Caleb had more of a temper. Still, you wouldn't change what you did. John Andre hadn't deserved to die. Not like that. Having studied history(and watching TURN), you knew more about Andre than Ben, Caleb, or even Washington.

John Andre was just a man doing exactly what he was expected to do. He had been raised to believe he was inferior and was merely trying to prove himself to those above him. Mostly Peggy Shippen's father. Just because the love of his life had been forced to marry another did not mean Andre loved her any less. Andre did what he had to do to stay alive and keep Peggy safe. That wasn't worthy of execution in your mind. Not for him. For Arnold maybe, but not Andre. To that end, you decided to try and save him if you could. You hadn't counted on Caleb catching you leaving the scene.

"What were you doing?" Ben hissed while Caleb simply stared at you with an expression you couldn't quite place. "The right thing. Andre didn't deserve that." Caleb scoffed and reminded you that Andre was technically the enemy. "By whose standards? Aren't you fighting for something you believe in? Fighting for what you think it right? So is he! The life he is fighting for and spying for is the ONLY life he's ever known. While I agree with your stance, I can also empathize with people like Major Andre. I don't regret what I did and if that means I trade my life for his, then so be it."

Caleb, whose arms had been crossed over his chest, let them fall to his sides as he gaped at you in disbelief. Ben blinked rapidly for a moment before stalking out of the tent muttering under his breath. You and Caleb were left alone. His eyes were glued to you as if he were trying to decipher something.

After a few moments, the air between you became stifling. "Are you going to say anything?" you asked when you could practically feel the tension sitting on your chest like a boulder. Caleb opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. He seemed uncharacteristically…nervous. He ran a hand over his beard and sighed.

"Did ya think about anythin' else while ya were out there savin' the enemy, Y/N/N? What if Washington had seen ya? He'd execute ya fer treason, just like Andre. Did ya think about what would happen to ya? What I would do?" Your brows drew together in confusion. Caleb didn't strike you as the kind of guy to beat around the bush. He had always just come out and said what he was thinking to you. About everything from the war to Ben to the ladies (your least favorite topic when it came to him, if you were being honest). Caleb Brewster never seemed to run out of things to say.

"What do you mean?" you asked. "Do ya think I could just sit and watch ya die? Let Washington hang ya and not be able to stop it?" he answered, "Do ya think I'd be able to keep fightin' if I had to watch them kill ya?" While you were touched by his admission, you didn't know if you could believe him. "You'd be fine, Caleb. You have plenty of admirers."

Caleb put his hands on his hips and scoffed lightly, shaking his head. "Ya don't get it, do ya? There aren't any ladies. Haven't been since I met ya. How can there be when all I can think about…is ya?" His voice softened as he confessed. You stood on shaking legs and slowly moved to stand in front of him. His hands remained on his hips, his gaze down at the ground.

"Caleb? Look at me," you requested. Caleb looked up and nearly jumped seeing you so close. You reached over, taking his hands in yours while he regarded you with curiosity. "I think I love you too, Caleb," you whispered. His eyes widened, causing you to laugh a bit. "Ya do?" You nodded. "I do. And I'm sorry I hurt you with my actions. And that your friend hates me now." Caleb chuckled. "Tallboy doesn't hate ya. He'll calm down. Especially when he sees ya've got me outta his hair." You let out a giggle before wrapping your arms around him.

(a/n: I hope you like it! Tag lists for everything are OPEN!)

#turn: washington's spies #caleb brewster #caleb brewster x reader #caleb x reader

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rphunter · 14 days

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21+. She/Her. Looking for some various (smaller/less popular) fandom roleplays. I'm mainly interested in canon x canon pairings but will consider some canon x OC. For canon x canon, I'm open to MxM (strong preference) or MxF. For canon x OC, only MxM. I like canon/canon divergent plots and write on Discord (third person, past tense, 200-400 words on average). I'm a sucker for romantic relationships and don't mind/encourage writing smut but with a healthy does of plot. I'll be sharing my strongest muses (the name on the left) for each and my greatest ship desires for them (the names on the right). I do have other muses, and I'm willing to discuss other ships. But, if you want me at my most enthusiastic, what I have listed is what I'm most interested in.

Ghost BC:

Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV: Terzo, Aether, Dew, Phantom

Dewdrop Ghoul: Copia/IV, Terzo, Aether, Rain, Swiss

Grand Theft Auto IV:

Dimitri Rascalov: Faustin, Niko

Francis McReary: No one in particular - Open to discussion

Gerry McReary: Niko

Mikhail Faustin: Dimitri, Niko

Niko Bellic: Dimitri, Gerry, Faustin, Ray, Packie

Ray Boccino: Niko, Phil

Saw Franchise:

Mark Hoffman: Strahm

William Schenk: Zeke

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Franchise:

Charlie Hewitt Jr.: No one in particular - Open to discussion

Drayton Sawyer: No one in particular - Open to discussion

Johnny Sawyer: Sonny, Leland, Julie

Nubbins Sawyer: Danny, Maria

Tex Sawyer: No one in particular - Open to discussion

Tinker Sawyer: No one in particular - Open to discussion

Turn: Washington's Spies:

Benjamin Tallmadge: Caleb, Abraham, André, Townsend

John André: Ben, Peggy

If you'd like to work something out, please message me (HIGHLY preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

In either case, in your first message, please tell me about your writing style, what fandom(s) you were interested, and what ships you might be interested in or characters you were interested in writing against. I WILL NOT be responding to simple "I was interested in your ad" messages and other ones of that nature. 99% of the people who don't say much tend to eventually ghost me.

#takexthisxlight #ghost roleplay #grand theft auto iv roleplay #saw roleplay #the texas chainsaw massacre roleplay #turn washingtons spies roleplay #ghost rp #saw rp #grand theft auto iv rp #the texas chainsaw massacre rp #turn washingtons spies rp

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polyscripts · 7 years

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General, Sir

Request; I'm super nervous about this but I do have a request. A Benjamin x reader where she meets Washington for the first time? Maybe Washington doesn't know Ben was married? I dunno just a thought. I'm not creative. Love your writing!!

Prompt; George mistakes the young madame to be a single lady, only to find out otherwise...

Pairing(s); Benjamin Talmadge x reader

Warning(s); some nsfwww , jealousy ? otherss :)

A/N; this was gonna be short but then I realized lets throw some nsfw shit in there and make it longer >:) so thats what I did AHAHHA,,, it aaaaalso might not be good because I had to rewrite it omf

alsoooo sorry if you wanted something else but this is what I did :(

When your husband insisted that you join him to the ball, you didn't fight him on it. Finding a dress in time was no issue with the help of your dear friend, Hercules. So when the time came around, you were probably the most stunning woman in the room, with your natural beauty and exquisite dress.

“Everyones staring at me” you mumbled to Ben, looking up to see him already staring down at you. You blushed and looked away, his laughter filling your ears as his arm came around your waist, holding you close to his chest.

“Thats because you are absolutely stunning, my love” you sighed as he pressed a kiss to your temple. Although your time together was cut short before a servant came up to Ben claiming General Arnold wished to see him. And knowing Arnold your time together would be even shorter.

“I promise, a few minutes” you rolled your eyes, swirling your champagne within your glass.

“If General Arnold's talking, you’ll be gone the whole night and I have no friends here!” you pouted, slightly begging for him to take you with him even if you had to endure Arnold's stupid rants about congress.

“Its only us dear, I'm sure you’ll find someone to entertain you” he winked, faking his pain when you slapped his shoulder. Your annoyance didn't go unnoticed.

“Shut up, just go” he smiled, pecking a quick kiss to your lips before leaving to the next room. You stayed to the back wall, watching everyone mingle and drink to the soft music playing in the background. You noticed a few women talking together in a group, sneaking glances over at you every so often before returning to giggling.

You were slowly growing annoyed every time they looked back, you even recognized one of the quiet women to be Mr. Arnold’s new finance. She was silently looking at you, but she didn't indulge in the other women’s gossip, she didn’t even smile with them.

“You know if you would like to speak of me, maybe you should speak to me while I'm here” you snapped after a few minutes in listening to them giggle on about you. They all blushed in embarrassment except for one who smirked at the cutting way of your words.

“We didn't-”

“Shut up” they gasped in horror, shuffling away as you looked over them in distaste. With that, you pushed off the wall and moved towards the other room where the men and there wives mingled and danced along the floor.

You gulped down the rest of your champagne to ease your raging nerves before reaching for another. The servant gave you a bleak smile before scurrying off, you drank a good portion before you heard a voice come from behind you.

“May I ask why such a fine lady is already on her 4th glass tonight?” you didn't even bother looking back on the poor fellow as you drank and spoke.

“No, because it is none of your business, so may I ask why you’ve been stalking me?” you heard him chuckle, clearly amused, where you weren’t.

“My, a woman with fire, I like that” you rolled your eyes, ready to fire more of your annoyance at this man but froze when you turned and saw who exactly you were dealing with. You didn't see his face first, just his broad chest and high ranking medals adorning proudly. When you looked up, your face was immediately drowned in red with embarrassment.

“So her beauty matches her attitude I see” George smiled kindly at you as you were at a complete loss for words. You had just sassed the most important man in the country.

“I-I’m so sorry General, sir” you squeaked, clutching the glass as everyone turned to look at the both of you in interest.

“It’s quite alright Miss..”

“YN, YN is fine” he nodded, smiling softly while bowing slightly, hand out in a gesture for you to take.

“May I have this dance, Miss YN?” you bit your lip nervously, looking around to see if Ben had returned only to realize he was still with General Arnold in the next room. Much to your dislike.

“Not like I can say no to you, General sir”

“George, please I insist, and of corse you have a choice Miss YN” you smiled at this and took his hand. You handed the glass away as he took your hand in his, his other trailing down to the small of your back. You pushed away your discomfort, this was the General of the continental army you were dancing with.

“Now tell me Miss YN, why were you so annoyed?” he spoke slowly and calmly, and you felt yourself somewhat relaxing to the sound.

“Just women, you know how it is” you sighed, looking from the corner of your eye at the group of women who still huddled together. When they caught your eye they immediately stopped and looking down shamefully.

He chuckled, twirling you before pulling you back, closer than the last time. Your chest were touching, his hand just a bit lower on your back than before. You felt heat rise in your cheeks as his lips came down closer to your ear.

“Dont worry about them Miss YN, they have nothing on you..” you stuttered for a reply as he pulled back to catch your reaction. He was smirking but you felt all color drain from you when you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. Without even needing to look you knew exactly who it was..

“Benjamin, I was just about to look for you, but I should apologize I got distracted” your cheeks burned as the man obliviously hit on you in front of your husband. You saw Ben’s jaw clench but he said nothing, only giving the general a tight lipped smile.

“Mind if I have a moment with, Miss YN?” you swallowed thickly as the man nodded before departing, not without giving you a kiss on the hand as a parting gift. Ben growled lowly, luckily he didn't hear, and grabbed your hand in his tightly. He dragged you until you were both safely alone in the barely light hallway, the candles not reaching the darkened corners.

“Ben!” you hissed, even though no one was around you felt like someone could catch you both at any second. You gasped in shock as he pushed you up against the wall, a low thud echoing in the empty hall.

You could see his eyes darkened with jealously, his sneer directly in your line of sight as his hands tightened on your arms. You crossed your legs to avoid the tingling feeling, making sure to keep your eyes locked on his.

“I leave you for a few minutes only to come back and see you in the arms of my general?” although he looked angry, his tone was nothing of the same. His hands slowly running down your arms, towards your bodice, pressing his body up against yours.

“You told me to mingle and those girls where so annoying I just-” you stopped talking, or more likely stopped breathing when you felt his hands hiking up your dress, fingertips trailing over your thighs.

“You just what? decided to dance with the man who could easily get me out the picture?” he growled out. You bit your lip to keep from crying out as his evident budge pressed against you. He slowly grinder into you, his hands tightening around your thigh, keeping you locked in place.

“N-No I-”

You breathed shakily, his fingers nearing dangerously close to your core. Your leg hiked up a little higher on his leg, giving his fingers access to caress at your soaking panties.

“Already YN? how long’ve you been like this?” his head dipping into the crook of your neck. You squeezed his shoulder, moaning a bit as he kissed at the newly exposed skin.

“Ben! someone could come out any second!” your warning lost in your moans. You could practically feel his smirk broaden against your neck.

“Then they’ll really know who you belong to, Miss YN” he teased, nipping at the heated skin just below your jaw, emitting a small squeak from you. You squirmed in his arms, rocking your hips slightly against his bulge and moaning at the well needed friction. He grunted, arm tightening around you, his fingers slowly rubbing circles around your clit.

You were moaning breathlessly as he continued to kiss and suck on your neck, nearly giving yourself to him until the doors to the ballroom swung open.

You couldn’t see who the newcomer was in the darkness of the hall. You tensed, attempting to get away from Ben’s fingers, but his grip on your waist kept you in place. He placed a finger over his lips, staring directly into your eye’s as to stay quiet. But you knew the person must have seen the both of you because he cleared his throat to get both of your attention.

“Excuse me..”

Your eyes went wide, but Ben’s stayed calm, if only darkening more as he looked over his shoulder to address the man.

“General Washington” your face burned ten times hotter hearing his name. You tried to hide more behind Ben, trying to use the shadows to held hide you more. You heard the General chuckle, holding a candle light in his hand, stance wide with a small smile on his lips.

“Benjamin, I had no idea you were...” all the while he was talking, his voice seemed to trail off as Ben moved a bit so your face was revealed. You pinched Ben as hard as you could to keep him in place, but he was to full of spite to stop now. “..busy”

“My... Miss YN, lovely seeing you again” you bit your tongue , nearly drawing blood. You opened your mouth but no words came out, only a pathetic squeak that made Ben smirk more. You wanted to kill him.

“General I must’ve forgotten, Miss YN is actually my wife” his hand that had been hidden under your skirts were on you again, slowly rub circles against the bundle of nerves. You swallowed down a moan as you kept your eyes glued to Washington, who looked ready to speak some more.

“Then allow me to apologize for my behavior earlier Miss YN, I had no idea” you nodded. His fingers slowly sliding into you, his thumb grazing your clit, and words flew out your mouth to prevent you from crying out in pleasure.

“Its no problem General, sir” you bit your tongue as his fingers slid back out, slipping up and down your soaking folds. You gripped his uniform as if your life depended on it, as he slid a single digit inside you.

“Well, I’ll get going, enjoy yourselves” you nearly missed the small quirk of his lip, as he send you a wink before turning to return into the parlor room. Once the door shut completely behind him, you let out a low moan you’d been holding, Ben’s eyes back on you.

“Now, where were we?”

im literally so sad Turn is done .. (UNEDITED) my own writing makes me cringe ewww

#my writes :)#ben tallmadge #ben tallmadge x reader #turn #turn amc #turn fanfiction #general washington #general George Washington #peggy arnold #other irrelevant bitches #ugh idk what else to tag lololol uhhhh

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silverdragonoid · 3 years

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(Hi Jacepens here! I forgot you can only use your main account in asks, oof) Anyway, I’m gonna say for the ask game, an all-around Turn fandom ask:) I’m interested to see your opinions! Ok, thank you <3

(Dw I know it’s you, my Prince<3) I will include your Turn-related prompts from your second ask here so I have the whole package here. I hope you don’t mind

001 | Fandom: Turn: Washington’s Spies

Favorite character: Benjamin Tallmadge (you’ll see him listed here a lot)

Least Favorite character: Arnold

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): BenWash, Washette, Abi x Akinbode, André x Peggy, Halemadge (bonus: Admund x astronomy)

Character I find most attractive: aaaaargh! So many to choose from! but I’d put Bennyboy and Gwash on the same level for me

Character I would marry: (MY GORGEOUS ANGEL-) Ben.

Character I would be best friends with: Sackett & Caleb

a random thought: wAsHeTtE’s DeLeTeD sCeNe + the club of those who didn’t deserve it

An unpopular opinion: (dunno if this counts as one but I really can’t come up with something-) Though the show is brilliant and I love it with my entire heart, a filmed version of the historically more accurate story would be cool too; I mean their youthful, reckless bachelor lives without family drama but just the gang doing their stuff + the missing characters

My Canon OTP: Abigail x Akinbode

My Non-canon OTP: BenWash, Washingharem

Most Badass Character: Mary Woodhull (honorable mention: that one scene... where Ben... slays those red coats... and that aesthetic blood...)

Most Epic Villain: Rogers

Pairing I am not a fan of: Simcoe x anyone (except Lola)

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Laf & Ham had too little screen-time

Favourite Friendship: Ben & Caleb, Abigail & Peggy

Character I most identify with: it’s this weird mix of Ben and George

Character I wish I could be: Major Tight-pants

002 | Ship: BenWash

When I started shipping them: tbh... a Hamilton/Turn (BenWash-including) fanfic was the reason I found out about Turn, so I kinda saw them together before I even watched it. But when I consciously fell for them? Somewhere during season 2 I guess (can’t remember well as I binged everything in 4 days)

My thoughts: (a perfect portrayal of my feelings when I see/think of them)

What makes me happy about them: their synergy, their brains, their tension, their relationship, I JUST LOVE THEM OKAY?????

What makes me sad about them: how bad they handle feelings and stubbornness (period-typical homophobia put aside)

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: ehh... ehh... not particularly with BenWash, but generally OOC

Things I look for in fanfic: character depth, writing style as from @grumblebee-trilogy because omg,

My wishlist: the product isn’t specified so the list: the whole series on blue-ray (I’m saving for it atm), those fan-made Funkopops of Laf, Ham, Ben, George, and considering fanfic -.things I cannot say (or write) out loudly. But, oh right! Fan art. Because there’s basically none of them T-T *cries in her corner*

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: “ending up” exclude Nathan Hale, right? :’( and for George: Alex, Laf, Martha

My happily ever after for them: there’s no possibility in canonverse so I’d already be happy with ‘keeping their time in fond memory, meeting regularly, and staying comfortable around each other (and MAYBE some stolen touches)’

003 | Character: Mary Woodhull

How I feel about this character: she’s badass and a psycho but loyal and cunning af and I adore her. While she did mistakes, too, they were mostly a result of Abe’s stupidity. She deserves better

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: eh...

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: uh idk... maybe Simcoe? Because he kinda respected her for her mind?

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don’t know of opinions to know if mine align T-T

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: that Abe would have included and appreciated her much earlier so that she didn’t suffer as much (but then the series would have been much shorter)

Favorite friendship for this character: uhm... did she have actual friends of her own? Okay my second wish for her is that she has people beside Abe

#ask game #turn: washington's spies #George Washington/Ian Kahn is hot af change my mind #and i love pretty boy Seth

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louisianaspell · 3 years

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WIPs

I have no idea why I’m making this, I guess it’s an attempt to organize myself and to maybe see if there’s any interest in what I’m working on. Anyway, here’s a list of all my WIPs and what’s going on with them.

Series:

When You Were Mine: A good chunk of chapter 3 is written, I’ve slowly been working at it

Angels Cast The Shadows of Demons: Haven’t started Part 3

You Are The Daybreak: I have a little bit written for chapter 3

Jealous of The Nights: I have both a good chunk written for Part 2 and some for Part 3.

Among The Pines: I’ve written one sentence for chapter 11, no inspiration for it.

Random things that I hope are only one shots: some of these you may recognize from the snippets I’ve posted

1920s!cop!au: Another Clay Appuzzo piece, I just have the first half written. I dunno if I’ll post it, I feel like not a lot of people read Clay fics anyway.

The Night That Never Ends: My first Stucky fic. A fic I’m trying to tell in the form of one of those murder shows. I dunno, its weird and angsty. So angsty.

18th Century au: Okay, this kinda covers several fics. A Bucky fic that's only got the beginning done. A Steve fic that has a bit of the beginning and a couple scenes

Duchess!Peggy: A couple of scenes written

Untitled Lance Tucker: Lance rips his lucky jacket. I’d say this is probably more than half finished.

Untitled Project: I dunno, I can’t explain this one. It would be my first enhanced!reader fic. Right now it’s really just a bunch of scenes & dialogue that I’ve had for it.

House Restoration au: Kind of a self-insert, I want to restore a super old house with Bucky. There are several ideas that I’ve had for this and I’m not sure which one I wanna go with.

Till Then: Sort of a mash-up of Turn & MCU set in modern au. Only the very beginning is written, not sure if I’ll continue.

Serial Doubter: Vamp!Laf piece, around halfway finished. I even wrote a prologue for it.

I’ll Wear Your Ring: I dunno, a Bucky fic (featuring Turn characters) I started a while ago. Sort of angsty. Mostly written

First Meeting: This was started for a write-a-thon forever ago, it’s set in the Too Late To Ever Feel The Same au, it’s the reader meeting Ben for the first time. About half written

Viking!Bucky: Sort of inspired by s3 of The Last Kingdom, viking!Bucky & seer!Reader. Just the very beginning is done.

ABO Ben Tallmadge: My first attempt at the whole a/b/o thing. Not even halfway done.

John Andre vs Bucky: Okay, so yea. A very self indulgent fic. Working at an art gallery, you meet artist!John Andre and art collector!Bucky

Goddess au: Being the daughter of two gods and being asked to help correct the Snap

Andy Barber x Lawyer!Reader: An attempt at smut. Not really an enemies to lover thing but it also kind of is

Killer husband au: A dark fic if it isn’t clear. Bucky is bored with his life and tries to change it.

Escaped!Ransom: Another possibly dark fic. Ransom escapes from prison and stumbles across your homestead

Worst Day: Meeting Bucky on the worst day possible

Funhouse: You go missing on a mission and Steve is determined to bring you home

Lance x Reader x Ransom: You and Lance have a channel on pornhub and Ransom is a fan

Neighbor Stucky: Steve and Bucky retire to a boring life in the suburbs. They become suspicious of their new neighbor. I think I might go dark with it.

Worst Smut scene: You have to pick out this years worst sex scene for Literary Review, you choose Bucky’s book as #1. He’s not happy and wants to find the person who picked his book. Possibly a dark fic

Porcelain: Another sort of historical based fic. Bucky, the son of a servant, comforts you, the sheltered daughter of a noble family, when you realize not everything is a fairytale

Dating App au: Being in quarantine can get pretty lonely, so you decide to sign up for a dating app. You match with a man that is too good to be real, you’re convinced that you’re being catfished, until you set up a facetime date. Inspired by all the zoom interviews Chris has been doing lately

Step Dad!Steve: A dark fic.You and Steve makes plans to be together

Stalker!Stucky: You’re being stalked and no one believes you, so you decide to move as far from the city as you can. Steve and Bucky aren’t about to let you get away, so they decide to become your neighbors

Fae!Reader: The team take down a human trafficking ring that specializes in selling enhanced humans.

Anticipation/Single mom!Reader: A BBB fic from last year. You meet Bucky in one of your college classes. A couple fics during your relationship with Bucky

The Energy We Have Can’t Be Broken: It’s been ~6 years since your first husband, Bucky, died. As hard as it was, you've moved on and you’ve remarried and have started a new life with your new husband. Strange things start happening and you can't help but think Bucky is haunting you. Inspired by The Matrimonial Bed

Author!Bucky: Bucky’s lost his inspiration and is dealing with writer’s block

Bucky x bakery owner!Reader: Owning a little bakery/cafe inside the upstate compound and meeting Bucky

#jesus i have a ton of wips #wip #WIP update #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #lance tucker x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #andy barber x reader #benjamin tallmadge x reader #john andre x reader #stucky x reader

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magic-multicolored-miracle · 4 years

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It wasn't in your fandom list, but I know you used to watch Turn and I really loved your live-blog rants. So I don't know if you're still into it but could you do the fandom questions for it?

I never finished Turn: Washington’s Spies because the last season came out at a weird time in my life and I just...couldn’t. But it does still have a special place in my heart (and my spotify library) and I’ll get there eventually, so I’m happy to do the questions for it. And I’m glad my little context-free rambles amused you. When I finally get around to it, I’ll probably do them for season 4 too. Thank you lovely :)

1. The first character I fell in love with: Did any of us not fall hopelessly for Ben Tallmadge?

2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Peggy Shippen, Mary Woodhull, Robert Townsend

3. The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Edward Hewlett, Anna Strong. I think there are probably a few others that I just...don’t care that strongly about either way

4. The character I love that everyone else hates: Mary? I mean, I am very, very good at missing hate and was a little detached from the greater fandom on this one, but I know a lot of people disliked her early on.

5. The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Ben Tallmadge

6. The character I would totally smooch: Robert Townsend, Mary Woodhull, Ben Tallmadge (even though he fills me with rage at his stupid), Lafayette

7. The character I’d want to be like: None are coming to mind.

8. The character I’d slap: Richard Woodhull, Simcoe, Ben Tallmadge

9. A pairing that I love: Abigail x Akinbode, Peggy x Andre

10. A pairing that I despise: Tallster. I’m sorry I just. Can’t Stand It. Also, Anna x Abe but I think (I could be wrong) that we were all in agreement on that

#fandom questions #ask game #Turn: Washington's Spies #Turn #Ben and Mary feature in a lot of these questions don't they...

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honorhearted · 11 months

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Since I'm back on my nonsense, I'd like to take a moment to talk about S3!Ben, and his growth in regards to compassion towards the enemy. At the very start, he was not complimentary nor forgiving -- he merely referred to them as "traitors" and "scum." (As a side note, I did like how during the 3x1 interrogation scene, Ben was furious with H.ickey, but tried his best to get him to confess for the sake of his family:

He then goes on to say, "If you're marked as an a.ssassin, I cannot unintelligible," which I believe to mean he can't save H.ickey's family, should H.ickey be tried as a traitor.)

The next supporter of the Crown Ben encountered was Sarah. Before he learned the truth of her allegiance, she was someone he both liked and admired, and perhaps even believed he was a little in love with. Learning that she supported the king was unfathomable to him, and the realization that his own side had done cruel, despicable things was even more so. This was his true wakeup call that his own commander was capable of the very oppression they were fighting against; that W.ashington was willing to use people like tools to get what the a.rmy needed (i.e. food and supplies). In the end, Ben didn't try and persuade her to come to his side; all he did was beg her to lie to try and save her life. And when he failed and an innocent life was yet again stolen by a C.ontinental s.oldier, something in Ben finally snapped and folded in on itself.

This takes us to 3x10 with Ben and Peggy. After Andre's e.xecution, simply from having seen a sketch of Peggy's eyes and noting that John's gaze was on someone in the crowd, he pieced together her involvement and begged her to seek refuge. S1 Ben might not have done that -- although we as fans like to consider S1 Ben "kinder" and "warmer" since he was a bit naïve and had a sweetly chipper demeanor, he was also very idealistic and "Cause first," so I maintain that BECAUSE of that naïve passion, he would've been more willing to sacrifice Peggy than he was later on; by S3, Ben had seen a lot of needless loss of life and was exhausted by it. Furthering that point, Peggy was different -- to him, she was a second chance. Both Sarah and Peggy were Tories because of the men they loved, and both LOST those men they loved. In Ben's eyes, where he'd failed Sarah, he could save Peggy and give her a chance at life. He couldn't bear to have her end up as yet another victim of the C.ontinental A.rmy. The weight of Sarah's ghost, and all the other victims weighed heavily upon Ben with this moment, in particular:

He mourned that she wouldn't take up his offer, but just like with Sarah, Ben didn't force Peggy to switch sides or change her mind. He merely walked off because she decided to let the chips fall where they may. And when it's all said and done, this was arguably the season where Ben was at his most compassionate, because he could finally see both sides for what they truly were.

#benjamin tallmadge #ben tallmadge #about ben #meta #ben x peggy #my stoofs #I HAD A LOT OF FEELINGS TODAY

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