Turn: Washington's Spies Oneshots and Imagines and Preferences

Preferences: You First Meet

PREFERENCES PAGES WILL INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING CHARACTERS: ABRAHAM WOODHULL, BENJAMIN BREWSTER, ROBERT TOWNSEND, JOHN GRAVES SIMCOE, AND JOHN ANDRÉ - ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS WILL HAVE THEIR OWN CHAPTERS IF REQUESTED

Abraham Woodhull
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The two of you had an arranged marriage, unfortunately. But to the luck of you, Abraham, and your fathers who had arranged said marriage, the two of you got along splendidly!

You had just turned 16, and you were wearing a new tailored gown (or suit for our male readers) that your father had ordered. It was a dark burgundy, with hints of white on the sleeves and corset. You had butterflies in your stomach, as today you were meeting the person you would spend the rest of your life with. How was he? What did he look like? Is he kind? Is he loyal? All of these scenarios ran through your head, gaining a fast heart rate as the world around you began to spin.

Unfortunately, this happened as you were stepping off of the stagecoach when you arrived at Whitehall, and you began to stumble.

You fell into the arms of a small built mouse-like man, with a slicked back ponytail, and a kind smirk on his face.

"Are you alright?"

"Now..." You let out a cozy sigh, "Now I am."
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Benjamin Tallmadge
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You and dear Benjamin met when you were young at the schoolhouse. You were both around 9 years old, and you were fresh off of the boat from England.

You sat next to him in the schoolhouse. He had small little soldiers scattered on his desk as he made doodles on his paper of great heroes.

"Hi..." the small, quiet boy said. "My name is Ben... B-Benjamin- I mean-". He looked at you, with a slight head tilt.

"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Benjamin!" You grinned at him and slid over a small pastry to the boy. He took it out of the cloth and began to nibble on it.
After that day, the pair of you were the best of friends, not once leaving each other's side.
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Caleb Brewster
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Caleb was always a small boy, leaving him to be picked on by the bigger kids in the schoolhouse. As per usual, Caleb was the victim of the older boy's anger and frustration.

"Give us your lunch, you bastard!" One of the older boys had pinned him against the wall, a hand on poor Caleb's throat as they grabbed for the paper bag in Caleb's fist. You could see the fear in Caleb's eyes, he had bruises from previous encounters, you decided that you had had enough of this behavior from those monsters.

"Leave him be, Charles! He didn't do anything to you!" You pushed the older teen off of him, and ran to Caleb's side, gently caressing where Charles had just given him a good lick. Charles continued to stand there.

"Go! Leave us be! You're not so terrible that you would hit a girl, would you?"

As Charles turned to leave, Caleb looked at you with eyes of admiration and whispered out the tiniest "thank you" that you had ever heard.
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Robert Townsend
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You and Robert met while you were picking up a newspaper for your father one day at The Royal Gazette. Robert was the one to fetch the paper for you.

"Psst! Sir!", you called the man over.

"Yes, madam? What can I help you with?", he stood up tall, very professionally. He looked at you, and his eyes softened, and you could've sworn you saw the slightest hint of a blush on his cheeks. Robert had never been one much for romance, but that was only because he had never met someone who had that effect on him, but now, he had.

"I'd like to purchase a copy of today's Gazette." You slide a few shillings over the counter.

Robert took the shillings and disappeared into the backroom for a few moments, you heard rustling and the scribbling on a sheet of paper. He came out with a copy of The Royal Gazette, but on top was a small note, a note attached to the paper via waxseal.

The note reads.
"Coffee and gin, Rivingtons Tavern, 6:00 tonight?", and all Robert could do was look at you hopefully.
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John Graves Simcoe

You found John injured in the wood. He was lying on the ground, by himself, coat, vest and shirt open, his horse tethered to a tree nearby. You stepped on a twig, and it snapped, causing him to whirl his head in your direction and raise his pistol. "Halt!"

"I'm no threat to you, sir!", you raised your hands in hope that the man wouldn't shoot, and he reholstered the pistol. He had a rag that he was stopping the bleeding from a wound on his stomach with. "Sir, is everything okay?"

He winced in pain as he applied the pressure and gritted his teeth. "I will be fine, miss. But I suggest you return to your quarters, because if I find the man who did this to me in the wood, I promise it will not be slightly." This is when he turned his head to look at you, and when your eyes connect with his, his face softens, and it seems like every pain he's ever had melts away. A blush rises up on his cheeks. "M-miss, must I dare say, you look exquisite."

You took him back to your home, and let's say that Anna Strong never entered his mind again.
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John André

John was a handsome man, and he knows it. Easily taking the hand of any woman he desired, except for one. You.

He needed to have you. And he would do anything to achieve that goal. So when the both of you were at a party in the Shippen house, he knew he had to impress you.

He put a rose in his mouth, and took a violin from one of the band members there playing, and began to shred a tune. The entire time he played, he looked at you, with a smirk. Once he had finished the song, he handed the violin back to the band member, and began to approach you.

He did a shy bow, rose still in his mouth, then he offered his hand to you. "Miss Y/L/N, may I have this dance?" He raided his eyebrows in hope, and was thrilled when you accepted.