#Turn: Washington’s Spies

[knowltonsrangers]

The cutest thing just popped into my head: ben tallmadge x female reader where the reader is from the modern world and is stuck in colonial america so she doesn’t know how to put on a corset and is struggling af. she’s at the continental camp and ben notices out of the flap of her tent that she’s struggling so he walks into her tent and decides to help her lace up her corset and then does her hair in a braid (bc it’s down which was like considered immodest back then) HEHEKSJSJAJWKSJKAS and there’s hella tension n stuff between em and ben can’t help but admire her long hair down and the feel of it ykyk yeah thank u i love ur fics sm <333

TURN!Benjamin Tallmadge x reader

[a/n: aw, this is absolutely adorable! tysm for the request, I hope I did it justice!]

Ben ambled throughout the camp, pacing along the row of tents with his hands clasped behind his back. Every time he heard the flap of a tent open, his blue eyes would bounce to his own tent, hopeful that you would emerge dressed, and yet, it would be another officer going on with their day.

“Oh, for crying out loud—“

His boots meet the dirt in a dramatic manner, storming over to his tent, not quite sure what to be expecting, but it was most certainly not you struggling to lace a corset.

Staring in the entrance, hand pulling the flap back, he’s left stood completely still for a moment, then he clears his throat loudly.

“How long must this take you?”

In return, you yelp, your back to the tent opening. You were never expecting someone to be standing right there.

“Why?! Why did you just do that?”

Your heart clamps over your heart, in an attempt to qualm its fast beating.

“I didn’t mean to startle you, I’m sorry. But, haven’t you ever…?”

Ben notices your hands, and the messy loops, how you’ve been struggling for the past ten minutes trying to figure out the right way to lace the bodice.

“No, why would I? You found me in joggers and t-shirt,”

You deadpan, mirroring Ben’s expression as he sighs, letting the tent close behind him so the two of you are enveloped in complete privacy.

“May I?”

Your cheeks burn red, the tips of your ears as well, but you nod, spinning around once more as the officer approaches, gently undoing all the terrible knots you had made prior.

“You are aware I don’t entirely believe you about your nonsense, right?”

“Please. If this doesn’t prove it, I don’t know what will,”

Ben lifts your hair so it drapes over your right shoulder, out of the way as he begins to lace and weave the ribbon down the bodice.

“Your story is infuriating, but infatuating. I would be lying if I said that I don’t appreciate your story-telling.”

You gasp when he pulls it just too tight, your eyes blinking rapidly as he continues.

“Your stubbornness is infuriating, as well.”

Once he’s satisfied, you spin around, glancing up at the Major as he lets his hands fall to his sides.

“Thank you,”

“Not necessary. Though, you have to do something about that.”

He gestures to your hair, now back over your shoulder as it lays down along your back.

“Can you do it in a cute little braid like yours?”

It was a joke, you had all intentions to put it in a bun atop your head like so many ladies you’d seen around the camp, but Ben sighs, motioning for you to spin around once more.

Your mouth flubs, ready to tell him it was a reflex comment-and yet, the feeling of his calloused palms and soft fingertips running through your hair makes you snap your mouth shut.

“This is a customary hairstyle, I don’t understand why you must make fun of it.”

“It was just a joke, I’ll keep them on the DL from now on.”

Ben makes a face at the ‘DL’ comment, but doesn’t ask what it means.

“May I ask you something?”

“Sure, y/n.”

“If you really don’t believe me, why are you going to all this trouble?”

Ben hums, quickening his motions as the braid begins to descend down your back.

“I’ve determined you are no spy, when you didn’t even know which one was the Lieutenant.”

“I can’t tell all those uniforms apart, who could—“

“Like I said, a portion of me believes you. Maybe you just hit your head too hard and don’t know where you are. Maybe you’re telling the truth.”

“I am, but I’ll do whatever it takes to convince you, Major.”

There’s a bout of silence, and right when you feel him go to tie your hair with a ribbon, you offer him your hair tie over your shoulder.

“I’d like you to use this, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Ben says nothing but it takes him a good minute to figure out how to use it, and tie it securely into your hair.

“Thanks. Maybe it’ll keep me sane for a bit longer.”

“I don’t think you’re crazy, y/n. But I am enamored by your…way of doing things.”

The pink color returns to your ears, and you turn slightly, watching the way Ben takes a hesitant step back, admiring his work.

“Best to get you to the General.”

Your stomach flips, palms sweaty as he goes to exit the tent.

“If you don’t believe me, what makes you think the General will?”

“General Washington? He’s…he’s very good at listening.”

Ben misses the way your jaw falls open, mumbling about how on earth any of this was real, your shoes sinking in the soft dirt as you scramble after him.

[tallmadgeandtea]

Hey, um… have we talked about… and I know it’s been like seven years… have we talked about the fact Turn just photoshopped Ian Kahn’s face onto the Peale portrait because??? 😭😭😭?? 💀

[real-peggy-shippen]

[amor-bycandlelight]

Y’all will NOT believe what I found in the backrooms ‼️

[billyrussoapologist]

The homosexuality that this picture radiates

[jedirhydon]

George Washington, the man who led America through its Revolution for Independence from Britain and became the First President of the United States.

French and Indian War:

Row 1: Colonel George Washington, Colonel George Washington (Hat), Colonel George Washington (Sword Scabbard), Colonel George Washington (Hat and Sword Scabbard).

Row 2 (Virginia Regiment): Colonel George Washington, Colonel George Washington (Hat), Colonel George Washington (Sword Scabbard), Colonel George Washington (Hat and Sword Scabbard).

American Revolution:

Row 1 (Open Coat): General George Washington, General George Washington (Hat), General George Washington (Sword Scabbard), General George Washington (Hat and Sword Scabbard).

Row 2 (Closed Coat): General George Washington, General George Washington (Hat), General George Washington (Sword Scabbard), General George Washington (Hat and Sword Scabbard).

Row 3 (Open Coat; Cloak): General George Washington, General George Washington (Hat), General George Washington (Sword Scabbard), General George Washington (Hat and Sword Scabbard).

Row 4 (Open Coat; Cloak): General George Washington, General George Washington (Hat), General George Washington (Sword Scabbard), General George Washington (Hat and Sword Scabbard).

[thisstuffkeepsmeupatnight]

I love Turn because one half of the plot is super urgent spy stuff and the other half is Ben and Caleb playing Sherlock Holmes in some guy’s basement.

[haec-quoque-est-res]

came up with this one in a dream

[knitting-gay-nerd]

Turn Week Day 5: Favorite Female Character

[samuelroukin]

JJ FEILD as Major John Andre in TURN: WASHINGTON'S SPIES (2014—2017) Episode 2.03 "False Flag"

[knowltonsrangers]

Pls more whashington x reader 🙏

sinking

george washington x reader

Your fingers twirl aimlessly through his greying curls, chin sat in the groove of his shoulder, a blank expression on your face as you slowly inhale the stale surrounding air.

The only thing that keeps you grounded is the hand that rests on your back, another beneath your legs, their warmth holding your hostage as you can’t seem to move. Whether that be from your own paralyzing fear or his strong grip, you couldn’t garner an immediate answer.

There’s a sinking feeling, a pit in your stomach that urges you to scream and cry, praying to throw the feeling from your consciousness and just swallow up in the beckoning darkness.

A raindrop falls on your cheek, and your hands go ridged as they soon fall from his hair.

He notices, of course he does, as he stops dead in his tracks, not quite realizing the impending downpour at first.

After not using his voice for some time, it’s gravely, much more softer than he had been before.

“What is it?”

Your mouth hesitates to move, eyes blinking rapidly as you go to push back from his chest, but his hand slides and increases in pressure, successfully pushing you back to him.

“Did you hear something, y/n?”

“Forget about it, i—“

Above the deafening rain, you can hear the movement of leaves, the shuffling of another presence just beside you.

“No.”

His head swivels.

“I hear it too.”

Your hand furls into his jacket, grabbing fistfuls of the blue fabric as your eyes peel across the dark woods in search of a roaming figure.

In Washington’s hold, you’re unable to see anything in front of you, both of you stilled in your own silence as you wait with bated breath for the moment of truth.

Someone was following you.

“Hm.”

George rumbles, finger tapping gently on your leg, telling you to relax, something you anticipate half heartedly.

“Best keep moving, then.”

You nod, a tremble in your jaw as your eyes can’t help but scan the tree line, praying for nothing to appear, though, with every step he took, you swore a shadow trailed alongside his long gait.

“We’ll be there soon, y/n.”

Washington says above the rain, and you sink back into his embrace, rosy cheeks selfishly searching for his warmth.

“Thank you.”

You whisper, unsure if he heard it.

“There’s no need for that.”

Your hand releases his jacket, settling instead once more on his now soaked hair, fingers gently pulling apart the knots as softly as you could.

[a/n: you got it!! here’s something I started a while ago and finally got around to finishing. thanks, mwah. xo.]

[tallmadgeandtea]

Life in Occupied Philadelphia it’s fantastic!

[yooo-lets-go]

Cheers mate

[culperscomet]

5th grade history class gave my a special interest like no other

historically inaccurate amrev media you are so dear to me

[t-annuki]

ok today finally adobe found my Photoshop was cracked lol. Seriusly? In the middle of commissions and school projects? XD,well now I use Medibang Paint this is a little software test. Any advice? what software do you use?

the Lafayette multiverse is not complete without this one too

[amberlynnmurdock]

New Love, New Haven

Pairing: Ben Tallmadge x Original Female Character

Summary: The year is 1772. Sadie Hale is the younger sister of Nathan Hale. While her brother studies at Yale University, Sadie aspires to be just like her brother—except, with sexism and women not being allowed a higher education, she is stuck helping their father run The Ordinary Tavern. Defiant, Sadie makes time to read books in the off hours, help Nathan study, and live vicariously through him. One night, Nathan brings a fellow classmate named Benjamin Tallmadge to the tavern, and the two cannot deny a connection the night they meet. This is a story about love in the midst of a brewing Revolution and heartbreak, as Sadie has to come to grips with the reality that her brother and the man she loves enlist to fight with the rebels in the American Revolution.

Author’s note: too long, but read it here on Archive of Our Own, preferably after you’ve read this chapter! 

CHAPTER ONE: Tending the Bar 

September 1772

A pink and orange sunset fell over the town of New Haven, Connecticut. People were on the streets rushing to finish the last of their errands: women huddled with baskets tucked protectively against their chests, children outside were being called into their homes for supper, and students attending Yale University were leaving their afternoon classes to take a break at local taverns in town.

Sadie Hale watched from the window of The Ordinary tavern as she mindlessly steamed glasses to prepare for the evening crowd. She watched as the people of New Haven walked by to wherever their destination was. In the distance, she could see Yale University in all its Gothic and glorious architecture.

Sadie only started working at the Tavern when she turned 17 this past summer. It was an excuse to see the University kids hustling about, and maybe, just maybe, she’d be lucky enough to join them one day.

It would be another 45 minutes until the sun went down, and Sadie could see darkened classrooms turn to light one by one. Some students were walking from the building with satchels at their sides, and some were hurrying toward the building, late for class. She smiled to herself, imagining that one day it would be her that was rushing to class.

In the meantime, Sadie continued to polish the glasses and waited for her brother, Nathan, to stop by the tavern and show her what he learned today. Seeing his golden blonde hair in the distance, Sadie dropped her rag and rushed to the door.

“Nathan! Nathan!” She called from the door. With bright blue eyes lighting up at the sight of his sister, Nathan conjured a rush in his step to the door of the tavern. Sadie held it open as Nathan came bounding through the entrance.

“Sadie, don’t yell at your brother, ’tis not lady-like,” their father, Deacon Richard, scolded. Sadie, rolling her eyes, closed the door behind her.

“Who says she’s a lady? Not with those beaten brown shoes,” Nathan teased, giving his younger sister a playful elbow nudge. Sadie’s jaw dropped, as she quickly returned the insult to her older brother.

“And what man takes his perfect time in the morning making sure his hair is neatly groomed? It’s a wonder how you make it to class at all—let alone pass,” Sadie put her hands on her hips with a smile. Nathan’s smile was brighter as he took a seat at the head of the bar, laying out his books.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of a tin cup. “My hair is neatly groomed, huh?” Sadie with a laugh punched her brother in the shoulder as she took a seat next to him at the bar. Richard looked at both of his children disapprovingly as he continued to wipe the bar down, preparing for the bar guests soon to arrive.

“Five minutes,” Richard stated, giving Sadie a hard look.

Sadie quickly dismissed her father, already rummaging through Nathan’s notebooks.

“‘Ay, tot, settle down. I’ll letcha take a look but hold on a moment,” Nathan swashed Sadie’s hands away as she impatiently watched her brother organize his notes.

“Okay,” Nathan cleared his throat, “before you go scrambling, let me first give you a background on what we learned today. Philosophy.”

Sadie perked up in her seat, waiting for Nathan to continue.

“Known as the ‘father of liberalism’ John Locke, was an English philosopher who had a remarkable influence on the Enlightenment. Keen on natural law, Locke believed that everyone had a natural right to defend their life, health, liberty and possessions,” Nathan read aloud from his notes. Nathan quirked an eyebrow over his notebook to see if Sadie was still paying attention, which he knew she was—he just liked to profess to her in jest.

“In A Letter Concerning Toleration Locke wrote, and I quote, ‘there is only one thing which gathers people into seditious commotion, and that is oppression,” Nathan read aloud.

“Time’s up, Sadie!” Richard shouted from across the bar. Sighing in frustration, Sadie huffed as she turned to get out of the bar stool. Nathan placed a hand on her elbow.

“I’ll leave my notes under the latch by the service area—just don’t get any ale on them,” Nathan whispered to his younger sister. Sadie, beaming at her brother, gave his arm a squeeze as a thank you.

“You know, father, one of these days Sadie’s going to be teaching all of us about philosophy, and we’ll be the ones pouring drinks for her,” Nathan quirked an eyebrow, challenging the senior Hale. Richard scoffed as he handed Sadie two pitchers of beer—a group of men had just come in after a hard day’s labor. Sadie made her way quietly to them, as she always did.

“And for now she’ll be listenin’ to me,” Richard murmured. Nathan shook his head.

“She’s only seventeen—she’s too young to be pourin’ drinks for all these men,” Nathan argued in defense of Sadie, glaring at the group of men who just sat down. It was ridiculous this was her job—Nathan knew his sister well, and he knew she was meant for more than following orders.

“It was either this or tending the cows on the farm with mum,” Richard stated, “your audacious sister chose the former because she can’t stand the smell of cow manure. And speaking of, you should stop feedin’ her that bull-scutter,” Richard snarled, gesturing with his chin to Nathan’s books. Nathan couldn’t help but flash his father a cheeky grin.

“You and mum encouraged me to study this bull-scutter,” Nathan mocked, “‘tis not my fault I’m a natural at learnin’.”

“When’s your next class anyway?” Richard asked, “you’re a distraction to the young girl whenever you visit. She doesn’t want to tend to the lushes that come; she’d rather read about what you’re learnin’.”

“And a good reason for that,” Nathan replied matter of factly. “No one would want to wed a dimly-lit girl. You should be lucky your only daughter wants to educate herself.”

“It’s looked down upon—she’s supposed to be—oh, what is it to you,” Richard dismissed his thoughts. Nathan smirked, knowing he knew his father knew he was right. Richard came from a different time, where women were strictly only meant for a few things. Of course, times now weren’t much different, but Nathan didn’t let how things currently were limit him from thinking of how things could be.

Sadie came by the service bar, watching her brother get into an argument with their father, per usual. The arguments were never serious, at least not that she’d heard, but the way her father and her other brother, Enoch, looked whenever they spoke was far different from how Nathan and her father looked. It always looked intense, and Nathan would end the conversation with a smug look on his face—that’s how she knew he had won whatever argument they were having.

She slipped his papers into her front dress pocket, tucking them deep enough so they wouldn’t be harmed by any spillage. Nathan turned his attention to Sadie, a smile on his face—not a teasing one like he usually had, but a genuine one. He leaned closer and kept his head low as she pretended to focus on wiping a plate down.

“My favorite section is where Locke talks about the divine right of Kings,” Nathan whispered, “but I didn’t tell ya that.”

Sadie smiled, giving her brother another squeeze on his arm.

“Where are you off tonight? Is tonight your late class?” Sadie asked him, genuinely curious, but more so about what other subject he would bring to her to read.

“Na, that’s tomorrow—and, that’s not really a class, moreso an extracurriculars club me and the gents do for fun—it’s for kicks, not serious at all,” Nathan lowered his head again, and Sadie followed his movements, “I think I may bring a few of them back to the Tavern if you’re willing to stay a bit late and meet ‘em all,” Nathan smirked. Sadie’s eyes lit up with curiosity and thrill.

Nathan wanted to give Sadie as much a college experience as he could since she wasn’t allowed to go all because of her sex. He has met plenty of close friends here at Yale, and it wasn’t fair that Sadie was bound by her childhood friends at home. Sure, they were nice and would always be there but—Sadie needed to meet more people that were like-minded, that wanted to discuss philosophy and other sciences. Although Nathan’s friends were knuckleheads, he had a good judge of character, and knew she would get along with them straight away.

“Okay,” Sadie said excitedly, “perhaps Pa will turn in early in the night letting me close up.” Sadie gestured to the hidden ramekin of chamomile she kept under the bar. It may have been a little sadistic, but slipping a bit of chamomile in her father’s beverage to get him to sleep… wasn’t the worst thing a rebellious teenager could do. Nathan laughed at her gesture.

“Atta girl,” he winked.

“So, what is this extracurricular club you speak of?” Sadie questioned her older brother. Nathan laughed sheepishly, frowning at where to begin.

“Well, ya see, uh…” he trailed off, “it’s sort of a drama club, of sorts?”

“I see,” Sadie nodded in understanding, squinting her eyes, “instead of studying, you and your dunce friends play dress up and get drunk.”

“I didn’t say that! I mean… well… you’ll keep the Tavern open for us?” Nathan inquires again, raising his brows. “And… the ale ready? Of course, you can sneak a few sips.”

“I will,” Sadie said assuredly, “though, I’ll have to concoct a strong dosage for Pa.”

Nathan smiled at his sister. He turned his hand into a fist, which Sadie immediately bumped with her own, in understanding.

Within the next hour, Sadie bid farewell to her older brother as he stomped out of the tavern, on his way back to his boarding house. Meanwhile, she glanced upwards at the ceiling, knowing her own room lay right above her head.

As the tavern began to quiet down the later it became, Sadie, polishing silverware now, found herself by the same window she always peered out of, mesmerized by the glow of Yale University, right down the road.