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Runaways TB

Requested by @shadowsstudio231: Request!Could you do we’re Baker tries for the readers hand in marriage but he didn’t get the readers hand in marriage,but Simcoe got the readers hand in marriage(and the rest of this makes no sense).Baker asks the reader to run away with him.But will they get caught(could you add two endings like Simcoe finds them attempting to run away or will they be able to run away.

I decided to do it as a dream so it’s more cohesive

You and Thomas had been sneaking around for the past few weeks. He’d mostly just end up outside your bedroom window at night and you’d sneak off to spend the night talking. Your parents had disapproved of him when you first met. They had seen you talking to the new soldiers and were quite pleased until you mentioned Ensign Baker. They thought he was too low ranked, they wanted you to marry a higher ranking officer. They had immediately pointed out Major Hewlett but you quickly turned them down, citing that he was too old for you. Your parents reluctantly accepted that reasoning and instead turned to Lieutenant Simcoe. You immediately protested but whatever argument you made, they just dismissed. And when Simcoe was promoted to Captain, they were even more elated.

“I think I’m going to ask your father for your hand in marriage,” Thomas said.

“What?” you rescinded, startled. “You know how he feels about you.”

“I know but I love you,” he said, gently bringing your hand closer, “and I want to marry you. I’d run away with you tomorrow but I want to try with your family’s blessing. Unless,” he paused, “do you want me to not ask?”

You thought for a moment. If you ran away, you’d bring shame on your family. They’d never let you come back home and you’d see them every day as Thomas wasn’t a deserter. But if he did ask, you run the risk of your father turning him down. But what’s the worst that could happen? “Okay,” you agreed, “ask him.”

Thomas smiled, he leaned down and gently connected his lips to yours. “Everything will work out. I promise,” he said softly, your lips an inch apart.

“I trust you,” you agreed.

The next day you were so wracked by nerves it took you an hour to get dressed. You kept putting pieces in the wrong place… it was a mess. But now you’re in the sitting room with your parents, pretending like it’s a normal day. When you heard a knock on the door, your heart sped it. It’s Thomas, he’s here to ask for your hand in marriage. But when the servant, Lydia, opened the door, you were horrified to see a tall man with red hair enter. Captain Simcoe.

“Captain Simcoe,” your father greeted as if he were expecting him. “Y/N, why don’t you go upstairs. Your mother and I have to discuss some things with the captain here.” You looked over at Simcoe, he was smiling at you.

“Of course,” you agreed hesitantly. You just hoped Thomas would come soon and that Simcoe wasn’t here for the same reason Thomas is coming.

You went upstairs and crouched at the top of the stairs. You couldn’t make out much, only a few fleeting words but your heart sunk as the word marriage was said multiple times. You heard someone approaching so you quickly and as quietly as possible rushed into your room. You sat down at your vanity, pretending to fiddle with your nails when your mother came in. She had a large, excited smile on her face. “Y/N, will you come downstairs?” You’re sure your face dropped but you quickly recovered. A neutral expression was the best you could do as you followed your mother downstairs. You stepped off the stairs and you were greeted by the same smiling serpent as before.

“Y/N, we have agreed that you will marry Captain Simcoe. Say hello to your fiancé,” your father urged.

You could only stare at Simcoe, your mouth agape. You managed a polite nod, trying not to give the impression that you were horrified. Simcoe strode towards you. “Miss Y/N, I promise you I will take care of you,” he said as he placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

You couldn’t think of anything to say so once again you nodded. “If you’ll excuse me,” you turned to your parents, “I want to tell Elizabeth the good news.” Your parents smiled and nodded, most likely thinking you were very excited. Elizabeth is a good friend of yours, you’ve known each other since you were children.

As you stepped out of the house, you distantly saw Thomas. He saw you too and you gestured for him to go into the forests that lined the street to your home. He seemed confused but complied. You walked up the road until you were out of view of the house, Thomas following you but from the forest. When you felt you were far enough, you went into the thick trees and led Thomas further in so you wouldn’t be spotted by any potential passerby. “I’m engaged,” you told him.

His sweet smile dropped. “What?”

“To Simcoe,” you clarified. “He came today and apparently had a deal worked out with my parents ahead of time. What do we do?” you asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Shall we run away, have an affair, just pretend like us never happened? What do we do?” you demanded.

“I- I don’t know,” Thomas stuttered out. “I won’t desert, I won’t defile another’s marriage, and I won’t leave you.”

You looked at him incredulously. “Those are all of the options!” Both of you just stared at one another, unsure what to do. “I guess we’re stuck in the position we’re in,” you said sadly, wrapping your arms around yourself.

You saw tears prick in Thomas’ eyes. “I’m so sorry Y/N,” he apologized, his voice thick with emotion. He pulled you into a hug.

A month later

You and John have been married for two weeks now and you’re already miserable. You said goodbye to Thomas a month ago and it’s still painful. It’s even worse when you actually see him.

You were brought from your thoughts by a knock on the door to your room. You and John have been staying at the now Dejong Tavern. You opened it and were greeted by Thomas. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Thomas,” you greeted.

“I don’t know how to start so I’ll just say it. I know I said I’m not a deserter nor would I defile someone’s marriage, but I love you. And I can’t stand for you to be with someone like Simcoe,” he declared.

“Are you saying you want me to run away with you?” you inquired.

“Yes,” he declared nervously.

“Okay,” you agreed. “I just have to grab a few things.” He nodded and followed you into the room. You grabbed your cloak and John’s, giving it to Thomas, before grabbing both yours and Simcoe’s money. You’ve been saving it for a month just in case you needed to get away from your husband. “Simco will be back soon, we have to leave now,” you said.

Thomas nodded and you headed downstairs and outside. Fortunately, no one batted an eye. “This way, I have a horse,” he explained. You followed him. Thankfully, you didn’t pass by anyone. Soon you reached the horse and Thomas helped you on.

Soon you were off, headed… “Thomas,” you said in his ear since you’re sitting behind him, “where are we going?”

“Canada,” Thomas said, “we’ll find refuge up there.”

The next few hours went smoothly but it was getting dark quickly and the horse was no doubt tired. “Thomas, we need to stop soon.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “there’s a few old barns in this area. We’ll stop at the next one.”

You hummed in acknowledgment. You weren’t riding for long when you finally came across a barn. Fortunately, it didn’t look too worn and run down. You went in and the both of you were so exhausted you just decided to lie down, trying to protect each other from the cold.

The next morning it was warmer. You hummed in contentedness, nuzzling against Thomas. You felt him press a gentle kiss against your hair. “We should probably keep going,” you said reluctantly.

He groaned, not wanting the moment to end, But he got up anyway, helping you up and you were off. At least you’re free. Canada isn’t far away and who is going to stop you now? Simcoe wouldn’t come out this far for you and your parents are too old to do so themselves.

You were woken up by an abrupt sound. You were still in the barn? ‘Must have been a dream,’ you thought. But then you heard a voice that turned your blood to ice. “Good morning,” Simcoe’s voice greeted cheerily. Thomas’ arms were still wrapped around you but you could still feel him turn to look at Simcoe. “We’ll make this easy,” he continued. “Ensign Baker, you will be charged for desertion and kidnapping. Y/N, you will tell them that you were forced to go with Baker, not forsake my name, and I will deal with you later.”

You had finally turned to see Simcoe and you grimaced at his delighted smile yet angry eyes. “I’m sorry,” Thomas whispered as he was pulled away from you.

Simcoe stormed up to you, grabbing your arm harshly and marching you outside the barn.

#turn washington's spies #thomas baker #ensign baker

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Body Swap EH

Requested by Anon: You could write an au where the reader and Edmund switch bodies with their soul mate, where if something happens to the other's body, the original owner of the body is the one who feels the pain? (For example if the reader's body is occupied by Edmund, he doesn't feel the pain, but the reader does, and vice versa).

A/N I know most soulmate AUs are about finding your soulmate but I thought for this one it’d be better if they were an established pair

You opened your eyes and let out a groan. You’re on the left side of the bed instead of the usual right. Today’s soulmate-body-switch-day for you and your mate Edmund. Your groan must’ve woken him because he rolled over and you met your own eyes.

“I guess today’s the day,” Edmund sighed. Neither of you particularly enjoyed today. You could be a bit careless sometimes, so you always felt bad on switch day. Edmund then let out a soft groan, most likely feeling all of your minor bruises. “Darling, why does my finger hurt so badly?”

“Yes, I meant to tell you about that. I cracked my knuckles and hurt one of my fingers. If you don’t focus on the pain, you won’t notice it,” you advised.

“As much as I love you, I hate today. I cannot believe you feel like this all the time,” Edmund said.

“You’ll get used to it,” you responded, getting up. Today is always weird with clothing, you have to put Edmund’s clothes on and he has to put yours on, which was always a challenge for him. As you were attempting to tie his cravat around your/his neck, you noticed him struggling with your stays. Again, it’s weird to watch yourself. You usually get through the day by pretending Edmund is just another person. “Just a minute,” you told him as you finally figured out the neckwear.

You went behind him, tugging at the ribbons that tied in the back until they were properly fitted. You went back to getting ready when you felt pinching at your side. “Don’t do that,” you told Edmund. He immediately snapped up, and the pain released. “You cannot bend all the way down in that one,” you told him, “it pinches.”

“Should I change?” he asked.

“No, just be mindful of your movements.”

He nodded, continuing his movements until he was done. You would have kissed him goodbye except for you weren’t keen on kissing yourself. “Goodbye, I’ll see you tonight,” you told him.

“Goodbye, darling,” he responded.

You left, heading downstairs where one of the soldiers greeted you. “Major, Simcoe is causing issues again.”

“It’s switch day,” you told him.

His mouth formed an ‘o’. “Sorry, Sir- Ma'am. My apologies,” he said before leaving you.

That’s how you spent most of your day, telling people that today is switch day. Everyone in Setauket knows you’re Edmund’s soulmate. You spent your entire life in this small town, so either way people know you. But when you finally met Edmund, it was a very public thing.

You woke up, noticing your hands were larger. You groaned. “Switching day, yay,” you thought sarcastically to yourself. You got up, not bothering to look in the mirror. In reflections, you only see yourself.

You borrowed some of your brother’s clothes, getting dressed and just hoping you looked good enough. You headed outside and to the market to get your mother some fabric. You saw several soldiers there, most of them giving you odd looks.

The British army had arrived a few days ago. You didn’t mind them. If there were soldiers stationed here, you figured no insurrectionists would rise up. You continued on your business, a few of your fellow residents of Setauket giving you strange looks.

As you were headed past Mr. Dejong’s dutch coffee house, he darted out. “Good morning, Major!” he greeted someone excitedly. Then you realized he was talking to you. You were about to correct him when it dawned on you. “Major?” you thought to yourself. Your soulmate is the major in charge of all the soldiers stationed here? “Ah, wearing a more casual attire today,” he acknowledged. “Would you like some coffee?”

Before you could respond, a woman (man?) approached from the church atop the hill, two soldiers flanking her/him. The person was also wearing your face. Your soulmate, the major stationed here in Setauket.

You also spent the day in occasional pain. Your pinky hurt slightly, most likely getting hit or caught on something. Your torso also occasionally hurt from Edmund forgetting that you cannot move quite as freely in stays. So you’d pinch the back of your hand and he’d adjust so he would no longer hurt you.

But then something happened to your wrist. You had no clue what was going on, but it felt likely your wrist was about to fall apart. You pinched the back of your hand a few times, hoping it was something careless Edmund was doing, but it never relented. The pain would sometimes flare up and you’d be frozen in pain.

You rushed around Setauket, first to Whitehall since you were closest to there. You rushed in, finding Aberdeen. “Aberdeen,” you cried in pain, “is Edmund here?”

“No, he isn’t,” she answered. “Are you okay?”

“I hope I will be,” you answered before rushing out. You made the hour long walk to town and rushed as fast as you could to the garrison. “Edmund, what in the Lords name are you doing?” you demanded as you rushed in.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized profusely. He tried to move your hand but the most he could do was wiggle his fingers but even that caused severe pain.

“Stop it,” you demanded. “Get the doctor,” you told one of the soldiers. He nodded, heading outside. “What happened?” you asked Edmund more gently.

“I’m not used to dresses, and I fell,” he admitted bashfully. You would’ve laughed had you not been in excruciating pain.

Soon enough the doctor came in, telling you it was a brake. “I’ll set it today since unfortunately, you’ll be feeling it either way,” the doctor told you. You only nodded, hoping that after setting it you’d feel better.

Edmund held your hand with his non-broken one while the doctor set it. You let out a small scream when he did it, but fortunately, the pain subsided a little. It was like some of the pressure released. He used wooden rods to set it properly before wrapping your wrist. “You’ll have to avoid using it too much and whenever you need the bandages changed, just come see me,” he instructed.

You and Edmund both agreed before the doctor left. He spent all night apologizing, and you continued to insist that it was okay, accidents happen.

The next morning you woke up, fortunately, in your own body. Edmund rolled over, also in his own body. “I’m so glad we’re back,” he said before gently wrapping a hand around the back of your neck. He kissed you deeply, you pressing your body slightly closer to his.

But then you felt him crush your wrist slightly. You pulled back abruptly with a hiss. “Sorry,” he apologized. He gently grabbed your wrist, softly pressing a kiss to it.

#turn washington's spies #edmund hewlett

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First Date (Preference)

Requested by Anon: Could you write something about the reader and the guys having their first date?

I’m not an expert in courtships of the 18th century, so I’m going to model this after modern day dating with a few common knowledge rules about life back then.

Important: I’ve closed requests as of April 13th. Any requests made before will be fulfilled. This doesn’t mean my inbox is closed, you can still send requests in but they won’t be written for a while.

Abraham Woodhull

You and Abe had been friends for years before he finally worked up the nerve to ask you out. You had accepted with a smile and you were quite excited. Both of you had pined after one another for a while, so when the day came, you were both nervous wrecks.

There wasn’t much to do in Setauket, so Abe decided to make dinner. He tried to, anyway. The food wasn’t bad, just not great. It was awkward at first, despite the fact that you’ve known each other for what felt like forever. The tension was finally broken when you addressed it. “This should not be so awkward, we’ve known each other for several years.”

“Yes, you would think this would be easier,” Abe agreed. After a beat of silence, he spoke again, “Remember that time your mother made you stay home to clean so Ben, Caleb, and I went exploring and we found that old pistol in the woods?”

“Yes, I was furious with you all. I refused to speak to any of you for a week,” you laughed. Abe joined in and you both spent the rest of the night normally.

At the end, Abe insisted on walking you home. You continued our light, easy conversation until reaching your home. Before you could turn the corner to walk up the walkway to your house, Abe gently pulled you back. You gave him a look of confusion. “I want to do this out of the view of the house,” he explained before pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. You blushed and gave him a bashful smile. Abe smiled to himself at your reaction before releasing you and letting you go home.

Benjamin Tallmadge

When Ben asked you if you’d like to have coffee with him, he was so nervous. He had seen you in the Yale library as you worked there reshelving books. You were just minding your own business, tidying up the history section when you were awkwardly approached. “Hello, Miss...” Ben caught your attention.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N,” you filled in. “Do you require assistance?”

“No, not- not- no,” he awkwardly stuttered out. You smiled at how nervous he was, it was fairly obvious he was trying to ask you out. “I’m Benjamin Tallmadge and I was wondering if you’d like to have coffee or tea or something else with me?”

“Yes, I’d like that very much,” you agreed.

His face lit up with astonishment and hope. “Really? Well, um, can I meet you at Warner’s Coffee House at noon tomorrow?”

“Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you agreed. Benjamin gave you an elated smile and nodded goodby to you before turning to go back to his friend. You watched in amusement as he excitedly told his friend about what just happened.

The next day your date went well. He was obviously very nervous, but you tried to put him at ease with smiles and laughs. It seemed to work as he quickly became more comfortable with you. He told you about his life and how he wanted to go into politics while you told him about your life. “My father is a professor at Yale, that is why I work in the library,” you explained.

By the time the both of you had finished two drinks, neither were ready for the date to end. “Would you like to walk around town?” Ben suggested. You eagerly agreed and Ben offered you his arm, which you took. So you walked around New Haven, enjoying your day until the sun began to set.

You were in a park, watching the sky turn orange when Ben started looking around. You glanced around too, noticing that no one was around. “May I kiss you?” Ben asked, looking deeply into your eyes.

“You may,” you approved. Ben’s lips connected softly to yours and you returned it.

When he pulled away, you both continued to gaze into each other’s eyes. “I wish our date didn’t have to end,” he whispered. You hummed in agreement, kissing him one more time.

Caleb Brewster

Caleb asked you out on a bet. He had a crush on you for a long time and it was Ben who finally forced him to act on it. You and Caleb weren’t very close, you had only spoken a few times. He thought you were incredibly pretty and just assumed that you were put off by how awkward he was. But you eagerly accepted Caleb’s invitation as you thought he was cute.

When you met Caleb the next day, you had no clue what he had planned. “So what are your plans?” you asked.

“Just wait,” he smiled, “it will be fun.” So you decided to blindly trust a man you barely knew and follow him. You approached the Brewster home but instead of leading you inside, he led you to the shed. “Wait here,” he told you. You agreed as he went into the shed. Remerging a minute later with two identical hatchets. “I’m going to teach you how to throw an axe.”

You laughed in both surprise and delight. You don’t know Caleb super well but you know that this date is very Caleb Brewster. He eagerly brought you to a small clearing not far from the house. “Watch and learn,” he said. He threw the hatchet at the tree, landing it in the middle of the trunk. He did the same with the second one, landing it directly above the first.

You clapped politely, “Very impressive.”

“Now you,” he said, grabbing the hatchets out of the tree. He handed them to you gently. You took a hold of the weapon, feeling its weight. Deciding to just try to mimic Caleb’s movements, you threw it at the tree. It missed, taking a few stray twigs with it and landing to the right, blade embedded into the ground.

“Not bad for a newbie,” Caleb complimented excitedly. “But I’ll show ya how to do it properly.” He came up behind you, pressing his chest to your back. He gently grabbed your throwing arm that now held the second hatchet. Gently whispering instructions into your ear, you followed his words and movements until you threw the axe. It hit the tree in the middle with the blade but fell back to the ground. “See, you got it. Now ya just need more strength.”

You continued throwing the weapon, getting to know each other until your arms ached and he brought you home. “I had fun, thank you,” you told him.

“I’m glad, would you want to see each other again tomorrow?” Caleb invited.

“I would,” you agreed. “Goodnight,” you bid after you kissed his cheek quickly. You gave him a smile before entering your home, your heart beating a mile a minute.

John Graves Simcoe

You had just been minding your own business, shopping more thread when you felt a light tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were startled to see Captain Simcoe smiling down at you. Everyone in town knew to stay away from him, and so far you had been successful in doing that. Until now. “I’m sorry, did you need something?” you apologized, moving out of the way, thinking he needed access to the stand you were shopping at.

“No, I only need to speak to you,” he answered. You noticed him swallow deeply, possibly out of nervousness. “I was wondering if you’d like to have coffee with me tonight?”

You weren’t quite sure what to do. You didn’t want to go on a date with this terrifying man. You didn’t want to agree and lead him on. But you also feared what he’d do if you refused. So you said, “Yes, I’d like that.”

The smallest smile graced his admittedly handsome face. “I will pick you up tonight.” You nodded politely at him as he walked away. You also began panicking. What are you going to do? Endure tonight and then hope he either loses interest or gets the hint you don’t want to be with him? Or maybe you’d even end up having a good time, except you figured the chances of that happening were slim.

You heard a knock on your door and scrambled up to get it before one of your parents could. You were met with Simcoe, who was still dressed in uniform. You quickly stepped out, shutting the door behind you, eager to keep your parents from knowing who you were with. Simcoe extended his arm to you, which you took before leading you into town.

Simcoe tried to make conversations, but you hardly gave one sentence answers. “I know how I come across,” he said suddenly. “You are nervous around me because of my reputation. I know you only accepted my invitation because you were afraid, but know that I would never do anything to harm you. I just ask that you give me a genuine chance to prove myself worthy of your affections tonight. If you wish to never speak with me again after tonight, I will oblige. I just ask you give me tonight.”

You were quite touched at how deeply he seemed to care. He really wanted you to give him a chance. “Okay,” you agreed. “I will make every effort to enjoy tonight.” He gave you a thankful smile as you arrived at a small café.

You both got to know each other, and you found yourself becoming more comfortable around John. He was actually quite charming, making you blush and laugh multiple times.

He brought you back home and stopped by the door. “So am I worthy of your affections or will I be spending the rest of my time here staring at you from afar?” John asked.

Deciding to be bold, you answered his question by standing on your toes and collecting your lips. He returned it, using both hands to cup the back of your head. “I will see you tomorrow,” you bid farewell once you pulled away. You went inside and leaned against the doorway, sighing contently. You were so glad you agreed to go on the date.

John André

Your first date was kind of an accident. You had just been minding your own business, reading Shakespeare when a man dressed in an army uniform. You were ready to tell him to leave when you looked at his face, startled by just how attractive he is. “I apologize for the intrusion but I need a favor,” he said earnestly. You put your book down, signaling for him to continue. “I need to get to know you and then I have a favor to ask you. It’s a large favor so if you want me to leave, I will.”

You thought for a moment. There was nothing in your life to dissuade you from helping him and he was quite handsome which was a plus. “Okay, I’ll do you a favor,” you agreed.

He smiled, “I knew I was right to pick you,” he flattered. “I’m Major John André, and you are?”

“Y/N L/N,” you answered simply.

He launched into his life story, telling you about his childhood and about his work in the war. “And what about you, Miss Y/N?”

You in turn told him about your life. When your autobiographies were over, you began to discuss your interests, John immediately latching onto the book of sonnets you had been reading.

When it felt like there couldn’t possibly be anything more to discuss, John got serious. “I know this is going to be a large favor so I’m giving you another chance to opt out,” he said.

“Tell me,” you urged.

“I am the Head of Intelligence of His Majesty’s Royal Army and I need you to help me get some information,” he told you seriously, “There’s a man who we know is a spy for the continental army, and I need you to find out what he knows.”

“So all of this was to recruit me? Ensnare me so I humiliate myself with another man for your benefit?” you ask him, slightly hurt. You shouldn’t even be hurt, you’ve known he was asking you a large favor since the beginning.

“I’ll admit, my intention was to convince you to do this. But our conversation was real. Getting to know my secret recruitments isn’t usually a part of my routine. But please know,” he leaned across the table, resting his hand on yours, “I would like to see you again. I do like you and enjoy your company.” You looked into his pleading eyes, seeing no lies or deception.

“Okay,” you agreed, “I will do it.”

John gave you a thankful smile. “As for the part about you humiliating yourself, don’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I want you all to myself,” he flirted.

Edmund Hewlett

On your first date with Edmund, he was so nervous. He stuttered his way through practically every sentence. It wasn’t until you placed your hand in his and said, “Edmund, you don’t have to be so nervous. I like you too,” that he finally calmed down.

He gave you a shy smile. “It’s not just that. You inherently make my heart race.” You blushed deeply, returning his shy smile.

“So what else do you have planned for the evening?” you asked, carrying on your previous conversation before you interrupted it.

“Well as you know, I love astrology. So I wondered if you’d like to watch the stars with me?” he invited.

“I’d love to,’ you agreed.

That night when the stars finally began to appear, Edmund showed you where he kept his telescope. You looked into it and gasped at the beauty. You had never seen the stars so close. He also explained each and every constellation’s story while pointing them out to you. You grinned, enjoying watching how excited and passionate he had become.

He noticed your smiles when he turned to you. “What?”

You didn’t know how to explain so instead, you decide to make a bold move. You gently press your lips to his. He returns it, gingerly wrapping an arm around your waist.

George Washington

Your father was the one who practically forced you to go on this date. He insisted that Washington was a respectable man but you were still reluctant to go. But you relented anyways and now here you are, your arm hooked with his. He tried to make conversation and you tried to keep the conversation going but you could only manage one word answers. “Would you like to see Mount Vernon?” he asked you.

“Are you trying to convince me to marry you upon seeing your land?” you joked.

“Something like that,” he answered. “Come, my carriage isn’t far from here.” You followed him, reaching the carriage.

“Miss Y/N,” the driver greeted. You curtsied slightly in acknowledgment before George took your hand, helping you into the carriage.

You and George finally began to talk normally, enjoying each other’s company. When you finally reached Mount Vernon, the sun was setting and your mouth fell open in slight shock. The fields were calming and beautiful and the house was magnificent. “It’s beautiful,” you told George.

“I’d hoped you’d think so,” George said. He took your hand, kissing your knuckles while you both smiled gently at one another.

Robert Townsend

Your first date with Robert was supposed to be your first date with Ezra Simpson. Your parents insisted on you finding a husband so they set you up with him. Robert was your friend, he had been your entire life. And you told him that if you began to look uncomfortable, he should come make up an excuse as to why you had to leave.

Now you sat with Ezra, trying to force a smile as he talked. He talked about the riots going on in the city, calling the rebels scoundrels. Fortunately Robert noticed your discomfort. “Excuse me Ezra, but Miss Y/N is needed by her parents for something urgent.”

He looked flabbergasted but seeing no room for protest he just said, “Fine, go.”

You took Robert’s hand, giving Ezra a feigned apologetic smile. Robert led you quickly to his father’s stables. You laughed the entire way there at the heist you just pulled. Robert shut the doors behind you, turning back to you. “Since I interrupted your date, I’ll make it up to you right now,” Robert declared.

“Was this your whole plan?” you asked. “To get me to go on a date with you.”

“More of a happy coincidence,” he explained with a shrug, his face impassive.

“Well you didn’t need to wait for me to go out with someone miserable. You could have just asked me out,” you said boldly. Deciding to be more courageous, you grabbed one of the lapels of Robert’s coat and stepped closer, bringing your lips to his as he eagerly returned the kiss.

A/N Sorry about Hewlett-Townsend. I was fresh out of ideas

#turn washington's spies

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Fear BT

Requested by Anon: I was thinking the reader being another captain working with the Culper Ring. Ben and reader spending a late night together doing paperwork, but end up just talking, laughing, getting close with one another. Ben realizing he hasn’t felt so happy and at ease since his days at Yale. Eventually realizes he has feelings for reader and tells him about his affections.

A/N This is a Ben x male!reader

You and Ben made your way back to your tents. Your plan for Lieutenant Champ to “defect” to the other side had gone smoothly. Although he did suffer a bullet to the shoulder. Now you and Ben would be spending all night writing up reports. One for what really happened and one to make the story seem real.

“Do you want to work on the reports in my tent? That way it won’t be quite so tedious?” Ben suggested.

“Sure, I think that’d be best,” you agreed. “I’ll just grab my things,” you explained, ducking into your tent. Once you were sure the tent flap was closed, you took a few deep breaths. You like Ben, he’s intelligent and kind. He’s also incredibly handsome, but you’re terrified of getting outed. And even if he didn’t out you, he’d never look at you the same way again. He’d probably be freaked out by you.

Sighing in disappointment, you grabbed a stack of papers and went to Ben’s tent, which is right next to yours. You entered, and he was already sitting at his desk. There was another chair at the desk for you. But the desk is so small, you’ll be practically shoulder to shoulder with Ben.

Ben’s POV

My attention was drawn by Captain L/N entering my tent. “Between your paperwork and mine, tonight is likely to be a long one,” I said wistfully.

“You’re not wrong,” he agreed. He sat down next to me, our shoulders practically touching due to the small desk. I must admit, he’s quite a handsome man. I noticed it the first day we met, but it hasn’t struck me so much until now.

We worked in silence for a little while before Y/N broke it. “Didn’t realize how warm it gets in your tent,” he said before pulling off his jacket and his cravat. I felt my face heat up and I desperately wished my face wasn’t turning red.

“It is tonight. Must be from the heat wave,” I dismissed quickly, hoping my voice didn’t give away what I was thinking. I followed suit, removing my blue jacket and cravat.

We continued to work, mostly in silence, until Y/N and I finished. “You want some rum?” he asked suddenly.

I breathed out a laugh, “Sure,” I agreed. I haven’t drunk with a friend in so long.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, getting up. He exited but came back a moment later carrying a canteen like the one Caleb has. “There’s not much,” he explained, “but enough to have fun.”

“That’s all we need,” I agreed. I pulled out two glasses from my desk drawer as Y/N poured a little of the alcohol into them. I took a sip. “This is good,” I complimented.

“My brother brought a huge jug of it back from the Caribbean,” Y/N explained. “He was a trader between New York and there.”

“So you’re from New York?” I asked.

“No, Massachusetts. My brother met his wife in New York and moved there,” he explained. “What about you?” he turned the conversation to me. “Any family? Where are you from?”

“I’m from Setauket, New York. It’s this tiny town on the Long Island sound. My father is the reverend of the town, and Brewster is from there. We’ve been friends since childhood. I went to Yale with Nathan Hale and taught in Connecticut before the war,” I explained.

“I forgot you were friends with Hale. He was a great man,” Y/N trailed off.

I felt my heart pang slightly. He was one of my best friends. The news of his capture and hanging very nearly broke my heart. “He was,” I agreed. “To Nathan,” I toasted.

“To Nathan,” he repeated. We sat in silence for a little while. “Tell me about Brewster, he seems fun,” he said with a grin. I smiled in return, launching into a story about Caleb and I.

Half an hour later, Y/N and I were laughing to the point of tears as he told me the story of the time he and his friends got chased into the woods by a group of very angry, drunk men. I looked up at him and wiped away my tears as he continued to laugh. I haven’t laughed like this since before the war at Yale. Y/N made me feel so at ease, we just click.

I had of course always thought he was handsome, except I’ve always been too scared to ever say anything. We’ve always gotten along well, but since he was able to make me feel this way, I have the strong urge to tell him how I feel.

The smile on my face quickly fell as I took a swig of the liquid courage Y/N brought. He seemed to notice my change of demeanor as a concerned expression spread over his face. “I have to tell you something,” I said seriously, “and I need you to promise not to tell anyone.”

“Okay,” he said, concerned.

“I seriously need you to mean it because I could be killed for this,” I pleaded.

“Are you a traitor to the army?” he asked me.

“No!” I exclaimed, “Of course not.”

“Okay, then you can trust me,” Y/N said with a comforting smile.

I took a deep breath. It felt like my heart constricted in nervousness. I guess the best way to do this is to just say it or I never will. “I like you,” I blurted out, “as more than friends. I think you’re handsome and smart and funny. You make me feel so genuinely happy. And if you don’t feel the same way I completely understand but I beg of you, out of loyalty to me, don’t tell anyone about this.” I was so busy trying to get the words out, I didn’t even notice Y/N turned to look down. “I’m sorry,” I apologized to him, thinking he was angry or disgusted.

“Don’t be,” his voice came through softly. He looked up at me, he was fighting a smile and a slight blush showed through his S/C cheeks. “Don’t be because I’ve felt the same about you the day we met.”

The tight grip of nervousness on my heart released, yet it was replaced by an excited, fast beat. I moved in slightly. “Wait,” Y/N interrupted. I panicked again once he stood up. He opened the tent flap but never left, seemingly checking for anyone. “Everyones asleep or far away,” he told me before connecting our lips boldly.

I smiled into the kiss. So this is what it’s like to be accepted and not hide part of yourself from someone you care about.

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So I got this request: I’m the anon that asked about a Benjamin Tallmadge x male!reader. I was thinking the reader being another captain working with the Culper ring. Ben and reader spending a late night together doing paperwork, but end up just talking, laughing, getting close with one another. Ben realizing he hasn’t felt so happy and at ease since his days at Yale. Eventually realizes he has feelings for reader and tells him about his affections.

And as I was writing it, I thought of this:

You and Ben sat in his tent, laughing at a previous story. Until Ben got a serious look on his face. “Are you?” he let his hand bend at the wrist so the back of it was facing me and his fingers pointed to the ground.

You gasped slightly, “Wait, are- are you?” You mimicked the same gesture.

“I am,” he answered.

“Me too,” You exclaimed excitedly.

*The end*

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Give In JA

Requested by: Could you do an arranged marriage fic with Andre, where he and the reader have an age gap (he’s older) and they hate each other at first, but they slowly grow to love each other?

Warning: Several historical inaccuracies

Your heart stopped. “No, I refuse. No,” you declared.

“Y/N, it is your responsibility to marry him. I will not accept no as an answer,” your father refused. “It’s Major André, he’s well respected and you’ve known him since you were a child.”

“Which is precisely why I refuse. I don’t want to marry the man who met me when I was 8. I’m 18, he’s twice my age and I’m far too young to be married. Besides, he’s too arrogant and self-obsessed to see past his own nose. He’s slept with practically every woman in this town. You cannot send me into a marriage with a good conscience that I, your daughter, won’t be humiliated by his lechery.”

“Your mother was closer to 30 years yonder than me,” your father countered. “Besides, I could have seen you married at 14. I was being merciful. As for the lechery, if you’re a good enough wife, he won’t need to find comfort in the arms of another woman.” You stared at him in astonishment. “You will marry him,” he ordered. “The wedding is next week.”

You cursed yourself, you only have about a week of freedom until you’re tied to John André forever.

Last week went by fast. You had hoped to spend the entire time with your friends before you were burdened by ‘wifely duties’ for the rest of your life. But your week didn’t go according to plans because your Aunt insisted on preparing you for marriage. What she told you about the intimate aspects of marriage shocked you. Your mother died before she could tell you how babies are made, so all you got was a very brief, awkward explanation from your father that didn’t educate you much. Now you aren’t just dreading your wedding, you’re terrified for your wedding night.

Now, here you stand in a white dress, waiting for the chapel doors to open. As you were trying not to pass out from nervousness, your father spoke. “Try to look at least not miserable.” You gave him a glare but then the doors opened up so you put an impassive look on your face.

Your father walked you up to the altar where André was waiting, where he reached out his hand, which you took. Your father let go of your arm, and André led you up to the minister. You mostly tuned out the minister, focusing on your hands instead of the groom’s face. You repeated the pre-written, generic vows, but you still weren’t really paying attention until the minister looked to André. ‘Do you, Major John André, take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” he agreed without hesitation. The dutiful soldier, always doing what he’s told without hesitation.

“And do you, Y/N L/N, take John André to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

You took a deep breath, fully looking at André for the first time since you got up to the altar. “I do,” you finally said.

“I pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride,” the minister declared. André stepped closer to you, gently cupping your face in one hand and your waist in the other. You knew he was just putting on a display that he actually loved you as he connected his lips to yours passionately. When he pulled away after you refused to return it, you fought the urge to wipe your lips. He grasped your hand tightly, leading you down the aisle.

You both signed the papers, cementing your marriage. You practically watched your identity slip away as you signed the paper for your name change. You’re now Y/N André. Everyone left the room except you and André, but you just sat there, staring at the floor. It was silent for a moment before you heard your husband sigh. “Will you at least look at me?”

You looked up at him bitterly. “What? You want to see me smile brightly at you and thank you for marrying me of all women?”

“Look, I know you don’t want to be married to me. But do you really think the feeling isn’t mutual? You think I want to marry a girl 18 years younger than me who I’ve known since she was a child?” he asked rhetorically. “Let’s just go out there and pretend we’re happy for both our sakes?”

You nodded, standing up. You both walked in silence to the ballroom, taking each other’s hands. The doors opened, and you walked in immediately into a first dance you weren't at all prepared for. You endured the rest of the night, giving polite smiles and pretending to like your husband. You secretly hoped the reception would never end because you were absolutely dreading what would come next.

Unfortunately, your hope didn’t come true as you now stood in André’s bedroom, hugging yourself tightly. He undressed so he was only wearing his trousers, making you blush deeply. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he tried to console you as he gently helped you take off your clothing.

The night was not loving or pleasurable. André carried it out more like a task he had to complete. He was probably uncomfortable with having to bed the girl who he knew 10 years ago as a mere child. It was also most certainly not pleasurable. You focused on stifling your cries of pain more than anything else.

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed. You savored a few moments alone before standing up, instantly feeling a soreness. You got dressed in your full dress and made your way downstairs. There, André was sitting in the den, drinking tea and reading the newspaper. He noticed you enter hesitantly. “Good morning, Y/N,” he greeted.

“André,” you replied in acknowledgement.

“You’re really going to call me André? We are married,” he said exasperatedly.

“Yes,” you replied, not saying anything further. He just sat back in his chair, reading his newspaper while a servant brought you some tea. That’s how you spent your morning, watching your husband read until he finally left to go meet a friend. When he did leave, you stood up and went over to the bookshelves, grabbing the first book you saw. The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, you read. Ironic.

When André came back home around six, you were already sitting at the dinner table waiting for him. When he finally came in and saw you, he seemed to be startled before taking a seat across from you. “Sorry, I didn’t intend to make you wait,” he explained. You just shrugged and picked up your spoon to eat your now lukewarm soup. “So how was your day?” André asked.

You set down your spoon. “Do you really want to do this? Pretend to get along?”

“You’re not who I wanted to marry either, but we should try,” he said.

“I can’t do this all the time for the rest of my life. I can pretend to in public. I’ll be the loving, dutiful wife, but I can’t do this my entire life. I think it’s best if we just try not to get in each other’s way,” you explained angrily.

“Okay,” he conceded. “We’ll leave each other alone.”

So that’s how you and he spent the next month. You mostly stayed out of each other’s way. You became more comfortable around him. The tension and the anger faded. You even started calling him John. The first time you called him that at home, he was so startled he stopped eating. You could also see a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

You stood in your and John’s den, trying to find a book. You noticed a slightly worn copy of A Vindication of the Rights of Women. You pulled it out and in between the cover and first page was a bookmark. You had picked up on a few of John’s patterns. When he read and finished a book, he placed the bookmark in the front.

You were brought out of your thoughts by John’s voice. “I enjoyed that a lot,” his voice cut through the previously silent room. “I really do highly recommend it, especially to you. I think you’d like it.” You blushed slightly, he had also learned out you. Enough to know what books you like.

That night you were eating dinner when John once again broke the silence. “I noticed you finished the book. Did you enjoy it?”

“I did,” you smiled. He returned the smile before the both of you turned back to your food.

The next morning you woke up alone again, but there was a new book on your nightstand. On top, there was a note that read, “I figured you’d like this one too. Love, your husband, John André.” Your heart fluttered at the thought he put into getting you a book and when he wrote love.

That evening when he came home, you were waiting for him. “How was your day?” you asked him.

He smiled brightly. “It was good, how was yours?”

“Good, I enjoyed the book you left for me,” you said shyly.

“I’m glad,” he said.

You stood there silently for a moment, trying to work up the courage to say the next part. “I want to give us a shot,” you blurted out. “I want to get to know you and fall in love. And from what I’ve seen so far, that won’t be difficult.”

His smile grew wider. “I’d love to, Mrs. André,” he said lovingly. He stepped closer to you, arranging his hands on your body just as he did at your wedding before connecting his lips to yours. You returned it, melting into him, full of bliss.

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Baby JGS

Requested by Anon: Could you do something about Simcoe interacting with children, similar to the story of Edmund and the pregnant reader? I've always been curious about how Simcoe would get with the reader being pregnant and then having his little boy or girl born?

A/N I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. I know birth doesn’t actually go by this fast, but for the sake of not having huge time gaps, it’s going to go very quickly.

Sorry if this is bad, I’m tired but I really wanted to do this tonight.

Simcoe’s POV

I stepped inside Whitehall, a small smile creeping on my face. Hewlett is gone, I can do what I want now. A small, blond child running out of the study interrupted my thoughts. I recognize him as Woodhull’s son, Thomas. He looked up at me with large, doe-like eyes and I squatted to reach his eye level. “Hello,” I smiled.

He gave me a small smile in return. “Hi.”

“Do you know where your parents are?” The child nodded, grabbing my hand. He led me towards the back rooms of the house, I assume the kitchen. I had to admit, I found this child quite endearing. I like how quickly he trusted me and how eager he was.

He led me into the kitchen where Mary saw me and gasped slightly. I smiled a bit at her reaction. “Thomas,” she called, trying to conceal the urgency in her voice. “Captain Simcoe, do you need something?”

I smiled again at her nervousness. “No, I was only looking for your husband. I’ll let myself out,” I excused. I left the kitchen and walked out to my horse. I couldn’t help but think about maybe having my own child. I’ve thought about it before, when Y/N and I first got married, but neither of us were ready then. But now, as the rebel victory became a more prevalent threat, I want to accomplish some things before I am captured or killed. I want to leave a legacy behind, and I certainly don’t want Y/N to be left alone. I decided I’d talk to her about it tonight.

That night, I saw Y/N folding laundry in our bedroom. I had only met Y/N in the colonies, so we had been living in her family’s manor. Her father wasn’t very happy that I spent every night in his daughter’s room, but since we are married, there’s nothing he can do. “Hello,” I greeted before leaning down to connect our lips.

“How was your day?” she asked.

“Good, but something interesting happened,” I explained. She looked at me with concern. “I saw Thomas, Abraham’s son, today. I spoke with him very briefly, but it made me think of the potential of us having our own child.” The shirt she held in her hand fell, and her face went white.

“Wh-what? You want to have a child now?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said simply.

“I always knew it would happen, I just didn’t think it’d be so soon,” she said, sitting down. “Why do you want to have one now?”

“I want to leave behind a legacy, our child would be my- our legacy,” I said, sitting down next to her.

“Okay,” she managed to say. “I know it may seem like I don’t want to but I do. I’m just a little frightened.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll do this together,” I comforted, wrapping my arm around her. She leaned in, resting her head on my chest.

Four months later, we were still trying. We don’t know if Y/N’s pregnant, we wouldn’t know until she’s at least three months along. I had been away from her in New York for two weeks, so I’m eager to see her again. I also hoped she’d have news that we’re having a baby.

I finally made it to L/N Manor. I jumped off my horse, handing the reins to a stable boy and heading inside. As I made my way to the front door, a man opened it to leave. He met my eyes, “Welcome back, Captain Simcoe,” he muttered nervously.

“Thank you,” I said coldly, not really bothering with him. He was likely one of Y/N’s father’s friends. I walked inside the house up to Y/N’s room. Her door was opened, and I walked in. I saw her and the first thing I did was kiss her, she barely saw me coming. I was all too eager to know my wife’s touch again, even just after two weeks. “I’ve missed you,” I mumbled against her lips.

“Wait,” she struggled to pull away, “I have news.” I looked at her expectantly and she continued. “That man that just left was a doctor. He just confirmed I’m pregnant,” she said with a smile. I gave her my own smile back. I laid her down gently, before resting my hand on her thinly clothed stomach. I guess she must’ve needed to not wear her stays and petticoats so the doctor could inspect her.

“We did it,” I whispered. Inside, I was elated. I’d finally get to know what it meant to have a real family, assuming this war didn’t rip it away. Then my mind flooded with all the things that could go wrong. I could be killed or captured, and I’d never get to see Y/n again and might not get to meet my child. Y/N could die whilst pregnant. She could die in childbirth. She could miscarry or our child could be born stillborn. There are so many possible bad outcomes.

I pulled away from my wife. “I- I need to go,” I said. I got up and left, going straight for my horse. I decided I’d just go for a ride and try to get this sorted out. I could live with our child dying, which sounds horrible, but I don’t know it. I’d of course be devastated by such a loss, but I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what I’d do if I lost Y/N, the love of my life. I knew that if she died in childbirth but the baby survived, I’d resent it and myself for the rest of my life.

I didn’t go home that night, too afraid of how I’d react to seeing Y/N. My heart might break if I looked at her, thinking of her potential future. I walked in late the next morning. The second the door opened, I was greeted by Y/N’s arms. “Oh thank God,” she said, embarrassing me.

I clutched her back tightly, trying to memorize the way she felt in my arms. In case this was one of the last times I held her like this. “I’m sorry about last night. Can I speak with you?”

“Yes, of course.” We walked back upstairs to our room. “What do you want to talk about?” she asked.

I took a deep breath, I could hardly face what I was about to say. “I’m terrified you’ll die trying to give our child life,” I blurted out.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought this up,” I said.

“No, it’s okay. I’m glad you were able to come to me with this. But even if I don’t make it, you will be fine, I will be fine because our child will have you as a father,” she tried to relax me.

“No! It won’t be fine because I refuse to lose you! If you were to die from giving birth to our child, I would resent it and myself for the rest of my life. Don’t you see that?” I was trying not to cry now. I never cry, things and people don’t get to me. But this girl, this woman, she’s wrapped around my heart.

“I don’t know what to tell you. I can’t promise you anything. But should I die,” I went to protest, but she stopped me. “Should I die, I just hope you see our baby as a piece of me, and love it as much as you love me.”

My face softened. “Of course,” I said, pulling her into my embrace again. “Thank you.”

Y/N is now at about nine months and I’ve been hovering over her whenever possible for about two months now. I had become even more paranoid and protective and I recognized that, but I don’t care. I even had one of my Rangers follow her sometimes when I couldn’t be there.

I made sure there was always someone with her, just in case she went into labor so they could be there with her and alert me. And right now was the moment I had been preparing for. I was yelling at a few soldiers for interfering with my Rangers when one of my men ran up to me. He leaned up to whisper, “Y/N’s mother sent me. She’s gone into labor.”

I cursed, with my luck it was already over. Y/N’s mother didn’t like me, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she waited as long as possible before alerting me. “Thank you,” I told him. He nodded, stepping away. “I’ll see the rest of you punished later,” I glared at the soldiers who squirmed in their boots. I quickly jumped onto my horse, pushing him to run as fast as possible.

I arrived in less than five minutes, running into the house. The second I stepped in, I could hear Y/N’s agonized screams. I wanted to stop them now, but there’s nothing I can do but try to comfort her.

I went upstairs to her room to see a midwife sitting between Y/N’s legs; her mother sitting next to her, clutching her hand; and of course Y/N spread on the bed, sweating profusely. “Out!” Y/N’s mother ordered. “You’re not supposed to see her in such an unflattering state.”

“Moth-” Y/N tried to protest, but she was quickly cut off.

“No!” she snapped. “Your husband will never look at you the same if he sees you like this. He won’t want you anymore.”

“That is completely untrue,” I protested. “I will go wherever my wife wishes me.”

“Please stay,” she begged before another pained groan left her mouth. I moved to the other side of the bed, holding onto her hand. “Mother, I don’t need you in here.”

“But I am your mother!” the older woman protested.

“You heard her,” I glared. She scowled, before letting Y/N’s hand go and leaving.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Okay, Mrs. Simcoe,” the midwife interrupted. “This is the final time you have to push. Go!”

Y/N squeezed my hand tightly, and I thought she’d break it. She relaxed, leaning her head back and breathing deeply. At first I was concerned when I heard crying. I looked over to see the midwife holding a blood covered baby. “It’s a boy,” she declared as she cleaned the small child off gently. She wrapped it up in blankets before handing it to me. I held the bundle in my arms, staring at my son’s face, and instantly I was in love. The midwife quickly removed the blood covered sheets without Y/n having to move too much. I sat down next to my wife once she was settled on the newly stripped bed, handing the child off to her.

She laughed slightly in joy, some tears coming out of her eyes. “This is our son,” she whispered. I kissed her forehead, cuddling into her slightly. I laid with her as we both admired the beautiful child we created.

#turn: washington's spies #john graves simcoe

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Draw Me A Map BT

Requested by @leann568 : Could you make one with Ben that inspired by the song, "Draw me a map" By Dierks Bentley? I'm not really picky on what the plot is. Just as long as it's good a happy ending.

A/N Lyrics are bold italics, one repetition of the chorus is cut out

This is pretty short but I think it’s sweet

Ben’s POV

Staring deep into your eyes

Searching for answers to questions I can’t find

If I took for granted that I held your heart

I’d beg forgiveness but I don’t know where to start

I looked over at my wife longingly. She was stitching a hole in one of her cloaks; her face impassive. I sighed, she wouldn’t even look at me.

Things had been rough. We had agreed that after the war we’d start our lives together, but that was being put on hold for the Continental Congress I was now a part of. Things wouldn’t be so bad if Y/N and I moved to Philadelphia, at least temporarily, but her parents were sick and she didn’t want to leave them. I know she’s right, I’d want to stay if the roles were reversed, but I’m also right.

I was searching desperately in my mind for a way to solve this stalemate. I couldn’t lose her to a stupid fight, I just wished she’d look at me for more than five seconds. But when she did look at me, I could only see pain.

So draw me a map that leads me back to you

I don’t know where to go, please tell me what to do

Help me find the road you’re on

I just need directions home

Draw me a map that leads me back to you

I decided I’d had enough. “Y/N,” I called.

She looked up at me like she was exhausted. I saw the pain and defeat in her eyes. “What, Ben?”

“We need to talk. I won’t lose you to this fight,” I said, getting up. “Please, tell me what you’re thinking, talk to me,” I pleaded, her face in my hands. “I know it’s been rough, but please… just draw me a map that leads me back to you,” I begged, tears in my eyes.

I saw tears come to her eyes. She moved her head out of my grasp so she could wipe her eyes. She nodded, “Okay,” gesturing for me to sit across from her.

I’ve never been so at loss

I’m at a canyon I can’t get around or cross

So baby come down here, lay by my side

And tell me love’s not lost across the great divide

We talked for hours, giving each other our point of views. I finally had my wife back again.

For the first time in a while, I held her that night. Her head laid on my chest while my arms wrapped around her. “I love you,” she whispered, “so much.”

I pressed my lips to the top of her head, “I love you too.”

You’re my destiny and destination

Understand my desperation, you

The only place I wanna be

So get us back to you and me

So draw me a map that leads me back to you

I don’t know where to go, please tell me what to do

Help me find the road you’re on

I just need directions home

I stepped off the stairs into the kitchen, ready to leave for Philadelphia. Y/N noticed me and smiled, still wearing her nightgown. She approached me, placing an arm around my neck, her other hand resting against my chest. She connected our lips and I smiled into the kiss. “I wish you didn’t have to go,” she mumbled when she pulled away.

“I know,” I said, brushing hair behind her ears. “But I’ll be back by Sunday.”

“That’s too long,” she laughed, once again connecting our lips.

This time I pulled away. Making my way to the door I turned, “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too,” she replied with a gentle smile.

God, I couldn’t wait until I came back.

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Army Strong BT

A/N modern AU. Doesn’t 100% follow the traditions and standard procedures of the military but whatever.

As I was writing, I noticed this was becoming Divergent

Warning: Assault

You joined the army right out of college. Well, technically you joined the army when you agreed to do four years of service in exchange for an education, but still. Today you’re meeting your commanding officer along with the rest of your unit.

Your unit was a little different from the rest. All of you were recruits who would be working in intelligence-related fields. You’re a cyber engineer, so you’d be working with intelligence to infiltrate any enemy cyber-systems. Looking throughout the rest of your group, you noticed you’re the only woman. Which isn’t surprising given the fact that you were the only female in most of your classes and that this is the army.

Surveying the area, you saw a short man with a long brown beard moving towards your group. You frowned slightly, facial hair wasn’t allowed with the exception of religious reasons and or fitting in with foreign cultures. But you shrugged it off and gave him your attention as he finally reached your group.

“Welcome to the Army, Sergeants,” he greeted, “I’m Lieutenant Brewster. I’ll be your commanding officer and you’ll be directly reporting to me, but you will all work under Major Tallmadge, our Head of Intelligence.” There were several nods and a few ‘Yes, Sir’s.

Three days into basic training and you were exhausted. You had made friends with Lieutenant Brewster, although, for the most part, you were alone. Caleb gave you advice on how to get through basic training and would talk to you whenever he could. It seemed like he knew how alone you were feeling. But the most important advice he gave you was, “Don’t ever get caught alone with a man you don’t trust.”

You really wished you had listened to that advice because after returning from the chow hall, you noticed the dorms were empty. At least you thought they were because as you walked down the hall, Conger appeared. He’s in your unit and by far the most blatantly sexist. He had also been trying to get you to agree to go on a date with him and you had declined every invitation.

As you passed him, he grabbed your throat suddenly, slamming you into the wall. Before you could scream, he was hissing in your face. “Make a sound, and I’ll cut off your hand.” You only nodded before moving your leg to knee him in the crotch. But he must’ve seen that coming because his foot slammed down onto yours, pinning it to the floor. He then reached down into one of his pockets, pulling out a knife before bringing it up to your wrist. But before he could cut you, a sharp voice cut through the hallway.

“Hey!” someone shouted. You could hear boots stomping down the hall towards you and your attacker. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” your savior shouted, shoving Conger off of you. "Meet me in my office,” the man spat. Conger mumbled a ‘Yes, Sir,’ before walking down the hall with his head down. Your blonde savior turned to your direction, his beautiful blue eyes meeting yours. “Are you okay?”

You glanced down to his chest, reading Tallmadge and noticing his golden oak leaf insignia, showing his rank as a major. “Yes, thank you, Major Tallmadge.”

He nodded, “Good, I’ll speak with you soon.” He then turned down the hall and walked after Conger, most likely to his office.

The next day was just like normal except for the fact that Conger got more drills than the rest of you. Either doing double what the rest of the unit did or a more challenging version. You had no doubt that this was a response to yesterday and you even noticed the delight on Lt. Brewster’s face when Conger struggled.

After lunch, you returned to your unit, this time in one of the computer rooms. This one was a little dated but right now you’re at the bottom of the food chain when it comes to military intelligence so it’s not like you get to complain.

Shortly after you arrived, Lt. Brewster entered, followed closely by Major Tallmadge. “Good afternoon, Sergeants,” he began, “I’m Major Tallmadge, Head of Intelligence. I just wanted to introduce myself since you all work under me and you will shortly begin your training for your individual careers soon.”

Once he was finished, Caleb spoke up. “Thank you, Major. You all have the rest of the day off but be productive,” he instructed. “But Sergeant L/N, will you follow Major Tallmadge?”

You nodded, quickly following after your boss’ retreating figure. Once the both of you turned the corner, he slowed down to allow you to catch up with him. “So, Sergeant, you’re going into cyber engineering?”

“Yes, Sir,” you answered, not sure what to say.

“How are you, by the way, after yesterday?” he asked as you both reached his office.

“I’m fine, Sir. Thank you again for helping,” you said as he held the door open for you. He entered after you, gesturing for you to take one of the seats. You expected him to take his seat behind the desk but instead, he sat next to you. After a minute of him just staring at you although, it wasn’t uncomfortable. But you finally broke the silence, “Is there a reason I’m here, Sir? I mean no disrespect though, Sir.”

“No offense taken, I just wanted to get to know you,” he said. “So rarely do we get women in cyber engineering. So where are you from?”

“I was born in Y/S/C (your state or country) but then I went to Yale for school,” you explained.

“Really? I went to Yale too!” he said excitedly. That got you to smile. You continued to talk about each others’ lives. He told you about how he and Caleb grew up together and how his father is a minister.

You told him about your life and before you knew it, it was dinner time. “Well, I should probably head to the chow hall,” you said as you stood up checking your watch.

“Yes, you probably should. And I have to do some paperwork,” Ben, as you now called him, said. “But I will see you later,” he said with a smile. You returned his grin before leaving with your head held high.

Ben’s POV

I smiled as I watched her retreating figure exit my office. I had of course looked at her transcripts from high school and university when she first entered our program along with the rest of her unit. But then I saw her on the first day, the sole woman in this year’s batch of intelligence officers.

After a few hours of working, I looked up and Caleb was in my office. “What?” I asked. There was no need for us to use rank or titles when it was just the two of us. We had known each other for as long as either could remember.

“What were you doing with L/N?” he interrogated.

“Nothing, I just wanted to ask how she was after yesterday and we ended up talking,” I defended.

“Hmm, so you’re telling me you’re not catching feelings for her?”

“Well-“

“Ben, she’s only a sergeant, this is inappropriate.”

“Really? You’re one to talk! Right now you’re treating her like she’s your sister. I’ve seen you sit with her in the chow hall!” I was getting angry now. “Look, she’s just so beautiful,” I said slumping into my seat. “Then I saw Conger press her into that wall with a knife to her wrist and I wanted to snap him in half,” I was seething now. “But I asked her how she was and we got to talking. And by the way, since when do you lecture me about what’s inappropriate?” I asked defensively.

“Because I’ve talked to her. Did you know she had a boyfriend from before she joined the army? She broke up with him because of distance and I’d hate to see either of you get your heart broken because she might still have feelings for him,” Caleb lectured. “Look, she’s great and I think under different circumstances you’d be great together but if this ends badly, it’ll be really bad for the both of you.”

I sighed and slumped back. Caleb was right, she never told me about her ex, maybe it was too painful for her. And what if we did start something and he waltzed back into her life? Would she take him back? “Fine, I’ll keep my distance,” I conceded.

“Thank you,” Caleb nodded. He exited my office as I continued to think about Y/N. I didn’t want to just drop her but I knew if I continued to talk with her and spend time with her like today, I’d fall too hard, too fast.

The next day I’m overseeing their drills. I knew I should probably stay away from Y/N, but I hadn’t been to any of their drills in so long and I was supposed to stop by at least three times a week.

I walked out onto one of the training courses. The sun was beating down onto the sand and reflecting back into everyone’s eyes, including mine. They were warming up, running, push ups, etc. and I couldn’t help myself from looking for Y/N. I spotted her H/C hair and was impressed. She certainly wasn’t the strongest or the fastest, but she was very good. Pride swelled in my chest as I saw her finish her push ups before roughly half of the rest of the unit.

After her unit finished and Caleb let them go for the day, Y/N saw me and waved, offering me a smile. I smiled back and was ready to approach her until I noticed Caleb. He was looking at me as if to tell me to stay away and remember what we talked about, so I complied.

I sighed as I watched her go, wishing I could throw my arm around her shoulder and make her feel protected. If I was allowed to have a deeper relationship with her, I knew no one else would hurt her or try to hurt her again.

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Giving You Their Coat Preference

Requested by Anon: “what about HC with Simcoe, Hewlett and Washington giving their coat to their S/O?”

A/N I’m doing all of the characters and tbh the idea of what a headcanon fic is seems disputed. Some do a bulleted list while others write them like preferences, but I’m going to do it like bullets because I usually don’t do them like that.

Also, sorry this took so long, I’m in a bit of a slump

I’ve cut out Hamilton, Lafayette, and Baker because they seem to be the least popular amongst my tumblr followers. I would keep them in but it’s way too much to keep every character for the preferences and I think having too many characters makes the quality of each preference go down.

Abraham Woodhull

I feel like Abe wouldn’t even notice until you made it obvious

You’d have to actually ask him for it for him to notice

Of course he’d give it to you, but you still have to initiate it

“Can I borrow your coat? It’s really cold,” you asked.

“Yes, of course,” he said while taking off his coat. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked as he wrapped it tightly around you

“Well I didn’t want you to be cold. I’ll give it back to you in a minute.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he said, kissing your forehead.

Benjamin Tallmadge

You’re never not wearing his coat

He literally once gave you his coat in the summer after you rubbed your arm

It’s to the point that you always bring a cloak so Ben doesn’t offer you his coat because you don’t want him to be cold

But when he does give you his coat, and he’s cold, he’ll never admit it

He’d die before saying the words, ‘I’m cold,’ to you

So usually it’s up to you to make sure he doesn’t freeze to death

Whenever it's cold out and Ben forces his coat on you, you take it but hold him tightly, trying to use your body heat to keep him warm

Whenever you do this, he smiles and wraps his arms around you

~~ Caleb Brewster

Let’s be honest, he’s the, ‘Well, damn, Jackie! I can’t control the weather,’ type of guy

But he loves you and won’t let you freeze to death

So if you ask for it, he’ll take it off and wrap it around the both of you and say something about body heat

He’ll even give it to you without you having to ask

Once when you woke up in Caleb’s tent he was gone and his coat was covering you

The night before had been cold so naturally you cuddled for warmth

When he got back, you asked, “Why did you leave your coat and where were you?”

“Ben needed me and I didn’t want you to be cold,” he explained. “I can’t have my girl freezing to death.”

John Graves Simcoe

John isn’t a super affectionate man

He’s very much a, ‘You’re on your own,’ type of guy

HOWEVER

He does make exceptions for the love of his life

Even though he cares about his rangers, he’d never give one of them his coat off his back

For you though, he’d do that because he hates to see you uncomfortable or suffering

Plus, you didn’t sign up to live in a small military camp in the woods for a month so John felt kind of bad

The first time it happened, you and all the rangers were just sitting around the fire

John looked over and saw you shivering despite your warm cloak wrapped around you

He sighed, pulling your cloak away despite your confused look. He pulled it off your shoulders before taking his coat off and wrapping it around you and then putting your cloak back on you.

“John, you’re going to freeze,” you protested

He simply wrapped his arm around you and said, “No, I won’t.”

John André

Ever the romantic, John is always finding an excuse to wrap his jacket around you

He finds it adorable when you’re wearing his coat

He always drapes it over your shoulders and presses a kiss to your temple, making you laugh which he absolutely adores

He will give you his coat despite the fact that it’s 60°F (15°C) and you’re already wearing a cloak

Nevertheless, you show your appreciation by kissing him on the cheek when he gives you his coat

Edmund Hewlett

Edmund is one of the nicest person anyone has ever met

He’s so caring, and he’d give the world to you if you asked for it

Most of the time you don’t ask for it, he’ll just notice you or remembers what you like and he’ll bring it to you

So of course he’d give you his coat

Often times you’ll be standing outside, and the wind will cause you to shiver briefly

In a heartbeat Edmund is behind you, wrapping his jacket around you

He finds you so adorable with his coat on

If you were in private, he’d be facing you, placing the jacket over your shoulders and kissing you sweetly, saying that your lips would keep him warm

George Washington

George is from Virginia so the cold winters of New England were not fun for him

You know firsthand how much he bundles up underneath his cloak

So him giving you his coat is a big deal

He’s offered you his coat several times, but you always rejected his offer because of how “delicate” he is. As you like to tease him about it relentlessly

However, sometimes George puts his foot down and makes you take it

It was a brisk day, 20 degrees (-6 celsius) and the wind was cold and fast, whipping your hair and biting at your skin through the sleeves of your dress

You were supposed to be listening to the minister giving his sermon but you could only bother to think about George and how cold you are

But then the women around you began to mutter, and you turned to see your husband stomping towards you

You have no clue why he’s upset until he reaches you

“George…” You’re interrupted by him taking off his coat and wrapping it around you

“George-” you protest again

“No, you’re freezing. Wear my coat,” he says like an order.

You oblige, pulling it tightly around yourself

He nods in satisfaction, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he walks away

Robert Townsend

He doesn’t like his acts of service to be acknowledged

Meaning that when he does something nice like bring you a drink, he’d rather you just give him a smile than say ‘thank you’ or ‘you didn’t have to do that’

So whenever Robert notices you’re cold, he’ll just wrap his coat around you and not say a word, acting like it never happened

But if you try to resist… oh boy, you’re about to meet a completely different person

You felt Robert’s jacket settling on your shoulders. It was a frigid day, meaning if you’re cold, he’s cold.

“I’m okay,” you protested, “you also need to stay warm.”

He looked slightly taken aback, “Y/N, it’s cold.”

“Yes, which means you need to stay warm.”

“I’m fine,” he insisted. Before you could protest, he cut you off, “Y/N, take the coat,” he commanded.

You complied and wrapped it around yourself while he smiled slightly in satisfaction, moving closer to you.

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