#tkam x reader

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

heyyaaaaa can i pretty please request for an atticus x reader? maybe atticus grows a little liking for his new neighbor (reader) and has been inviting them over for dinner a little too often and his kids are like “you sure you don’t like them 🤔?” And atticus tries to brush it off but it’s very obvious

You never knew how much I really like you.

Atticus Finch x Gender Neutral! Reader romantic headcanon to (small) fic Summary: Atticus's feelings were beyond noticeable, even to Jem and Scout Warnings: None Word Count: 1.4k ₊˚⊹ᰔಇ.

The first time Jem and Scout see Atticus so red in the face is when they are walking back from returning Dill to his house. Their father was standing by your fence, smiling happily as you talked about your day. His cheeks were red as he admired you. When the two got close enough, they heard him ask you to come over for dinner. You accepted it as any good new neighbor does, said your goodbyes, and went back into the home.

“You’re real red-faced, Atticus,” Scout would point out, squinting to look up at her father. Atticus looked over at them and wiped his face, not realizing how obvious it was. He picked her up carefully and walked down the sidewalk back to their home.

“It’s from the sun,” he justifies casually. They felt it was off, he was in the sun all the time, grew up in the south, and they never saw him sweat or undone. His justification made little sense to them.

Atticus spent the night helping Calpurnia set the dining room up for dinner later that night, setting the table with the fine China the kids barely saw outside of very nice holidays or very nice guests. Each moment made Scout and Jem question him more.

“They’re just a new neighbor, why do they get the good China?” Scout would ask plainly, though her tone carried an odd judgmental characteristic. Atticus shook his head and set another plate in Jem’s usual spot.

“They’re still new to the town, it’s good to show them that they’re welcome,” Atticus answered and gave the girl the forks, motioning for her to help set up too.

The dinner was spent with Atticus (a little too cheerfully by Jem’s idea) asking you questions about your life before coming to Maycomb, what you did for a living, and how you were as a person. Scout and Jem would occasionally pipe in and ask you questions, mostly having to do with how you feel about random things (things they like, the Radleys, etc.).

The dinner would end well… that’s what Jem and Scout would say if they didn’t have to go to bed before you left. While they got ready for the night, they occasionally would hear your laugh with Atticus’s, and the sound of the dishes being put away. Just before you left, they got to their bedroom window, watching you leaving the house with a smile. Atticus was probably smiling too, again, a little too red-faced for Scout and Jem to think it was nothing but the sun.

Weeks would go by and seeing you over in their home wasn’t new at some point. The two would wait, watching the corner for Atticus to come home, getting bored from it, and look around to find him talking to you. You stood by your white fence and spoke with great joy on your face, a similar expression on their father's face. They could only guess what was offered by Atticus once they saw the fine China later that night.

“Do you think adults cannot have normal adult friendships?” Atticus asked, sitting down in the living room chair, the accusations of adoration finally spilled by Scout. The sound of sizzling food in the kitchen filled the home with a warm glow, not only from the smell but also from the warm orange light. Scout stood with a blank face and shook her head.

“No,” she said aimlessly. Atticus smiled slightly at her bluntness.

“You had them over twice last week alone,” Jem chirped as he walked from the dining room. “And all the food Calpurnia keeps making for you both are very nice.”

“I treat my guests well,” Atticus stated simply, picking up his book, and opening one of the pages. “I am nothing more than a friend.”

The dinner was spent again like the weeks before, Atticus getting more comfortable with the talking points, and accepting whatever witty comment you made with a chuckle. Scout would fake a gag if a topic changed to something more romantic than she would want her father to be a part of and Calpurnia would pull her away and give her a talk about being kind to her guests. But you weren’t a guest at this point! You essentially live here!

Atticus couldn’t hate you, neither could Jem and Scout. You were kind, even if their father found you fond in a way beyond friendship, it was slightly understandable. You spent your time telling them interesting stories about your life before Maycomb, odd stories about how you’d live before the simplicity of now.

“Atticus likes them,” Jem would say, sifting through his pyjama drawer. You had arrived that night barely an hour before their usual bedtime, only giving them a small amount of time to chat and ask questions.

“I know,” said Scout honestly.

The dinners get more personal, later in the day, there is more time for you and Atticus to be alone without the children needing entertainment, allowing adult talk. Jem and Scout being gone meant he was left with you, getting your attention more to how he truly acted.

The redness of his cheeks, the smile on his face most of the dinner didn’t just get past you. You have been over so many times there wasn’t a moment when you didn’t notice those things. By the end of the dinner, you found your way to the swing on the porch.

“How do you feel about me?” You asked after several seconds of awkward silence. The night had grown quiet, the only sound was the chirps of crickets and cicadas. Atticus sat so close the warmth of your thigh was felt by his own.

“What do you mean?” Atticus asked after clearing his throat. He gently took his glasses from his face and wiped the lenses with a handkerchief. You hesitated momentarily, wondering if you were overreacting and overthinking, or if your ideas were true.

“I mean…,” you trail off, turning your eyes to your hands. “Do you like me?”

Atticus wiped the lenses of his glasses carefully, smiling slightly at the idea. “I do like you,” he admitted, looking away from his glasses for a second to look at you. “You’re very kind, a good neighbor if you will.”

You muse at his answer and shake your head. “No! I mean to have feelings for me. Do you like me like that?” You hastily specify, watching him closely. Atticus moved slowly, taking his time cleaning one of the smudges from the left lens. It was horrific how slow he was moving to answer. “I’ve seen how you look at me.”

“I am glad you can see,” Atticus jokes with a small smile, placing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose. “I have grown a fondness for you… I wouldn’t say it grew as time went on, I thought you were attractive when I first saw you.”

Your eyes stayed on him as he spoke, taking in his words silently. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you at a romantic moment, over a nice dinner or something you would have preferred. But since you asked, I might as well confess,” his words flowed out naturally, like he was in front of a jury, confessing something minute.

“Prove it,” you challenge. It was mostly a joke, very obviously too, but part of you wanted to know he wasn’t just saying those things to get your hopes up. No, Atticus wouldn’t do that. Then again, you only knew so much.

“A kiss then?” He straightened himself and sighed. “I usually wait a bit, but lord only knows how long I’ve got. I might as well kiss you before I can’t.”

Your head went from a slow to a quick nod. Yeah, that is true. Getting a kiss in wouldn’t hurt anyone, definitely not you. Your face was beyond warm and if Atticus dared to touch your face now, he might ask if you’re sick, which wouldn’t be preferred for obvious reasons. “Yeah… yeah, that will do,” you mutter with a smile.

Atticus nodded and moved until your thigh squished against his. It was very obvious he hadn’t done such a thing in a long while, he was beyond rusty with you in his hold, his hands moving from your shoulders to your upper arms. The smell of sandalwood filled your nose as he moved his glasses to his head, letting them sit carefully before leaning in just enough.

His lips were warm, thankfully. You could only hope yours were too since it seemed your spirit left your body at that moment. Atticus was just as gentle when he kissed as when he spoke, keeping it intense enough to be romantic but not too much to be something more. Your hands, almost like instinct, help his lapel, needing to keep him close.

If only he could kiss you forever.

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[oldhollywoodimagines]

Sick Day

A/N: requested awhile ago, I apologize for the wait, my life has been really busy and I’m dealing with a lot. I thank you for your patience! 😊 please be gentle with me as this is only my second writing for TKAM.

Pairing: Atticus Finch x Reader

Warnings: Maybe a typo and some terrible mechanical errors and grammar.

Word count: 1,003

Summary: Atticus is sick and you take care of him.

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The therapeutic smell of Vick’s Vaporub made your nostrils tingle as you made your way up the stairs to your bedroom. The tray you carried loaded down with soup, tea, and a sleeve of saltine crackers, all for your darling husband, Atticus, who you had all but held at gun point to take a few sick days.

Ever the worker though, upon opening the door, you found him sitting up reading a document that had been in his briefcase that had rested on the vanity. Had it not been for his red nose and hoarse cough every now and then that would all but rattle his bones, the picture would have been quite normal.

Settling the tray down on the nightstand, the gentle clinking of the silverware caused him to peer at you over the top of his glasses. Dark eyes slightly narrowed when you sat on the edge of the bed and removed his glasses.

“You’re supposed to be resting, darling.” A smile softly slipping onto your lips as you gently chided.

“And I am.” His voice coming out in rasp as he surveyed you with a coy grin. Setting, the documents on the nightstand he took your hand in his free one.

“You needn’t bother with me too much, I’ll be better by tomorrow with all the rest I’m getting today.”

“Atticus Finch, I’m shocked that you’d advise me not to bother with my husband.” You teased, leaning forward a bit to put a pillow behind him so he could sit up more comfortably. He grinned slightly, nestling down into the newly fluffed pillow, his eyes moving down to look at your fingers which had intertwined with his.

His thumb making gentle strokes on the back of your hand, “I can almost guarantee you that he wouldn’t divorce even if you didn’t bother with him.”

Eyes shining with admiration as he joked back and looked at you softly before tracing the plane of your face to your lips. At this a smile crossed your lips, eyebrow quirking upward as you leaned forward towards him, “how can you be so sure that he wouldn’t?”

Dark eyes now locked on yours he leaned even closer to you, “because I’m absolutely positive that he adores you.”

The statement followed up by his lips meeting yours in a delicate kiss, fingers tracing up your wrist and arm to trace along your collarbone. Goosebumps alighted on your skin at the gentle precision of it all, your lips moving with his as you melted closer to him. Pulling away, you rested your head on his shoulder as his arms enfolded you to him.

“You know if I get sick from you, Cal is going to have to take care of us both.” You smiled at him, moving your hand up to rest on his chest, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the length of the lapel of his pajama shirt.

“Sick? You’re sure I’m sick? Because right now I feel just fine.” Arms giving you a playful squeeze as you looked at him, your facial expression one of gleeful disbelief.

“You’re impossible.” You chided, placing a kiss on his cheek before moving to get up from your place on his lap. Replacing your own weight with the tray you had brought up, “now, I expect you to eat all this soup -“

The sound of the door swinging open and feet scurrying up the stairs interrupting you, you both laughed quietly and shared a knowing glance before the bedroom door flew open. Scout rushed in, offering you a small smile before turning her attention to Atticus.

Her face alight with joy as she jumped onto the bed, the soup nearly sloshing over the side of the bowl in the process, making your eyes widen a bit and a chuckle leave your mouth.

“Careful, Scout.” Atticus warned, his eyebrows arching at the young girl as he adjusted the tray on his lap.

“Today, Walter Cunningham was out on account of working with his dad again so -“

“Scout?” Jem’s voice echoed through the upstairs of the house before he appeared in the doorway, a glare fixing itself on his face as he gazed at his sister who was now busying herself looking at the tray on her father’s lap.

“Sir, can I have one of those?” Pointing at the sleeve of crackers, “Scout, I told you on the way here to let Atticus rest, and now you’re here doing just what I told you not too.”

“Nobody asked you to be in charge.” Scout shot back, not even bothering to move her expectant gaze off her father, as she looked between him and the crackers. Her face lighting up when he nodded at her, brow furrowing as she grabbed at them greedily before chasing Jem back down the stairs, their argument continuing the whole way down the stairs.

You and Atticus exchanged a smile and a knowing glance, before you were placing a kiss on his cheek once more, “I’ll be back soon to get your tray.”

Reaching out quickly to grab your hand, he brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the supple skin, “don’t take too long to come back, hm?”

“I thought you told me not to bother with you?” A coy grin turning your lips upward, the tease making him chuckle slightly, “I decided I might need more bothering than I originally thought.”

“Oh? And why is that?” Your nails lightly tracing his arm causing goosebumps to rise up on his skin.

“It’s not very often that I get so much time with my lovely wife, I wanted to take advantage of it.” His hand squeezing yours affectionately as he beamed up at you. The comment so sweet and genuine it made you swoon and your cheeks flush a light pink.

“Well, in that case, -“ you began, sitting down on the side of the bed, “eat your soup.”

Nodding, he smiled at you brightly lifting the spoon to his lips.

[cowboy-lover69]

Do you ever think Atticus and Reader will like have an extremely late night because Reader won't shut up about gossip around the town, but like she doesn't mean harm by it, but Atticus is like 😐, sorry if this seems boring but I love your fics x

Midnight Gossip

hey, this was going to be longer but I can't seem to write longer fics as much as I want too, when I started writing this I was doing Y/N but it felt very clunky to write with so I just made an OC to replace it with, I hope you don't mind!

The time was getting onto around 9:30 pm, and Atticus was just about at his limit. He laid in bed, the book he was reading sat on his chest, flipped over. He groggily looked at Alice, who was rambling excitedly about the town gossip, which didn’t particularly interest him, especially when it was this late. Alice was from the city, he didn’t think she would pick up the small town mannerisms of the other woman who lived near them, but it didn’t seem that Alice struggled with that. He didn’t usually mind her gossip, he enjoyed her company, and if she enjoyed something he would do his best to enjoy that as well, but he was struggling tonight.

“And you know, Honey, I heard that Miss Stephanie has been having some sort of a aff---”

Atticus cut her off, in a need to get some sleep. This was far later than he would like to be up. 

“Dear, it’s getting on late, and I hate to interrupt, but I have to sleep,” Atticus said, putting his book on the bedside table and rolling over to face Alice. She seemed a bit dampened after that, but not enough for Atticus to read in her pale face. His glasses were off so he currently could not see her face well, and he was as tired as a dog. 

“Oh, okay. Well, no worries Honey, we can talk more tomorrow” Alice says.

“Yes, more tomorrow,” Atticus says exhausted, but also satisfied she didn’t get too upset. He rolls over and shuts off the lamp before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep the best he could. 

The next morning Atticus noticed Alice had been acting a bit off. She left for work far earlier than she had to, which was strange because she always dreaded work. He worried something he had said last night had upset her, which he never meant to do. 

Atticus out of his worry decided to ask his sister, in some ways, and for some things, he trusted her opinion. Alexandra was sitting out on the front porch, she glared out into the sunny summer street. Her sun had shaded the top of her face. Atticus stepped out on the porch, putting on the hat he had stored in his hand so he could shield himself from the sun. 

“Where is Scout and Jem?” Atticus first asked.

“Just down the street at Miss Maudie's, I am sure she keeps them entertained.” she vaguely jested down the street with her hands.

There was a moment of silence where Atticus debated asking for advice. Alexandra has never been the best at advice, but he was sure it would help

“Sister, has Alice been acting a bit off this morning, or am I just not thinking right?” 

Alexandra perked up and looked at Atticus, her eyebrows raised a bit. 

“Acting strange? A little, but you know her better than I do, gosh. Maybe you should just ask her if everything is alright.” 

Atticus was nervous to ask Alice just in case she would deflect the question like she tended to do, but it seemed his sister didn’t help much. 

The next time they were alone together was the next night. He was reading and she was silent, not a word. She was lying on her back, her eyes closed but she was not sleeping. This proved to Atticus something was off. At night she would always talk to Atticus at least a bit. If she didn’t do that she was hanging on him. Atticus set his book on his bedside table and rolled over to face Alice. 

“Everything alright, dear?” Atticus said in the softest tone he could muster. 

“Huh me, am fine, just tired”

Just like he thought. She was deflecting. Or maybe there was nothing actually wrong, he thought. He decided to ask again.

“Are you sure? You've been acting off, and am worried I hurt your feelings.” Atticus took his hand and rubbed her forearm. His hand was rough against her soft skin, he worried it wasn’t helping much. 

“It’s silly really” Alice says, retracting her arm slightly.  

“Nothing is silly, tell me please.” 

Alice sighed and glanced away, before returning her eyes back to Atticus. Her blue eyes looked slightly saddened, her hair covering them a bit.

“I guess I never thought about how you felt about me talking so much, like I do. I'm worried I've been bothering you without even realizing.”

That's it, Atticus thought. He was glad that she wasn’t mad at him. He wasn’t glad she was feeling a bit self conscious. He feels back for making her feel that way, but there probably not much he could have done in the way of preventing it.

“Oh dear, I apologize for making you feel like you bother me, you don’t. I was just tired, and usually I love hearing you speak, but sometimes I need my rest. It wasn’t anything against you, dear.” Atticus maintains eye contact with Alice, hoping to see her worries ease. 

Alice nods slightly before Atticus speaks again. “Please dear, feel free to come to me if you ever feel upset again, or for anything you need. I love you and I want to make sure you're as pleasant and happy as you can be.” 

Alice smiles at him, and places her hand on his face caressing his cheek before moving to kiss him. The kiss was soft and romantic, no sense of desire, just romance. Her lips were soft and slow as they kissed. They kissed for a while, at least it felt like that to him. She pulled away, and looked at Atticus again. 

“Thank you, for being so caring and patient with me Atticus, and thank you for putting up with my gossip. I will do my best to try to keep in mind your feelings more often.” Alice says.

“Thank you dear, I think it’s getting a bit late and we should call it a night.”

Alice nods and Atticus rolls over and turns off the lamp illuminating the room. Then they sleep. 

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[missviviii]

guys if i revive myself, should i write about tkam (more specifically, atticus finch. im so sorry he has a chokehold on me rn)

[spcewild]

Boundaries & Fandom I will write for !

Just restating games/Fandom I will write for ;

Rdr (1&2)

Re (resident evil - Leon Kennedy, Carlos, Luis Sera, etc.)

SR (Saints row - all main characters [Johnny gat, Carlos, Shaundi, etc.])

COD (Black ops, newer cod games, etc.)

Mortal Kombat (1 & 11)

Borderlands (1&2 + Tales From Borderlands only!)

Spiderman; across the multiverse

TKAM [To kill a mockingbird] (ADULT characters + platonic/parent like relationship w/ others)

DBH [Detriot: Become Human] (any ADULT characters and ADULT androids)

The Walking Dead [Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Shane Walsh, Maggie, Glenn, etc.] (ALL ADULT CHARACTERS)

The Punisher (All ADULT main characters)

The Outsiders (All Characters EXECPT for antagonists/Socs [NOT INCLUDING CHERRY])

Rumble Fish (Motorcycle Boy, Rusty James, Patty, etc...)

Tex (All main characters)

TMNT (Bayverse only)

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What I refuse to write for:

Character x character, minor x adult, incest, weird kinks, actors/real people including streamers/youtubers (I simply do not want to make them uncomfortable even if they consent to fics abt them..), etc etc. (Pretty much just the weird and illegal stuff <3)

Genres:

Smut, fluff, angst, etc!

Boundaries:

(What I am and am not comfortable with)

What I refuse to write for will either be because I am simply uninterested in writing it, or it makes me uncomfortable. If you are unsure if I am comfortable with writing a certain thing/idea, PLEASE ASK!! I will not be mad! :)

I AM okay with being reblogged! It is very welcome, and I appreciate it! But along with this and reposting my work (which I am also okay with), I must receive credit.

Which pretty much means don't steal my work lol

If you wish to address me in any way, you can refer to me as:

Spce, space, spcewild, and wild. Or any other nicknames you may have for me! <3 (as long as it isn't inappropriate, I do not wish to be referred to in any sexual way)

(Pronouns are listed in my bio if needed!)

I AM also okay with writing what I believe is called a match-up...? (Correct me if I'm wrong pls lmao) where you describe yourself, and oc, persona, etc. And I get to match you up with who I think you match the best with romantically or platonically!

I am ALSO okay with writing for male, female, gender neutral, intersex, trans, and any other LGBTQ+ readers!! I will also include POC readers, chubby, thin, or any body size of reader! Not only this, but if you wish for the reader to have a specific physical quality you want me to write for (and can be an insecurity) pls let me know! :)

Lastly, I am okay with writing for readers with disabilities, mental issues, etc. (Please correct me if I mistake anything when writing for specific things like this! <3)

if anyone has any questions feel free to ask <3

Requests: OPEN

[dastardly-imbecile]

A friend and I wrote this and I regret it immensely.

Atticus Finch x GN reader

You sigh as you feel his fingers slowly working through the tangles and knots in your hair. The feeling of his hands softly stroking through it like heaven, and the soft sound of his voice lulls you into a half-sleep.

His deep voice was the only thing you heard. You had moved from sitting next to him to laying on the couch with your head in his lap, resting on his legs. The children had gone to sleep a few hours prior, Calpurnia had also left. But not before smiling at you and Atticus.

You had a feeling that she’d known what you two were gonna get up to later in the night. For now, though, it’s only the peaceful drone of his voice and the luxurious feeling of your all needs being taken care of by someone else. You suddenly realize that, for the past few minutes, you hadn’t been focusing on the story at all and had no idea what was happening. “...What’s going on?”

He smiles down at you and sets the book down on the arm of the chair. “I don’t know myself.”

You stared up into his eyes, slowly and carefully moving your position so you were now on your back. “Well, it’s nice.” You murmured.

Your hand slowly traced his jawline, and soon enough he had taken your hand in his.

“You are quite a stunning sight.” He said, causing you to freeze slightly from the sudden…compliment...

You still weren’t used to all these small gestures of kindness that were showered upon you. From these absent compliments, to bouquets of wildflowers left in your room, to a quiet kiss on the neck or hand around your shoulders when you were least expecting it. If this relationship somehow didn’t work out - and it would, you felt it - then you had a feeling that you’d never be able to find another one with all this outpouring love.

The first time he had done anything, you just stopped trying to talk after hiding your face in your hands and from the stuttering. The beautiful wildflowers had been vivid against the dark brown wood of the small table. Atticus had gone up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. Bringing you close to his chest and putting his head on your own. No words were exchanged, he took too much pride in your embarrassment.

Even now, it still brought pause whenever it happened. But you were slowly falling into the cradle of his love, and it was the most comfortable you’d ever been. Meanwhile, Atticus was looking down at you, a perplexed look on his face, a small smile still hanging there.

“Don’t be so surprised. Beauty practically- emanates from you.”

You blush harder, and try to bury your head in his clothes, face pressing against his stomach. He laughs softly and gently turns your face towards him. Lifting you up slightly, he plants a kiss upon your forehead. You remember the first time he had done this.

“You’re gonna make them blow a fuse, Mr. Finch!” Calpurnia said. Watching you slowly crumble into a small ball, hiding your face in your hands.

“At least you don’t go into hiding.” He said with a slight smirk on his face.

You flicked his shoulder. “Rude.”

“You, my darling, are something that even the divine powers can never get enough of. I have never felt luckier than to have you in my arms.”

You blushed harder, taking the book off the armrest and shoving it in his face to hide his view from you.

“So feisty.” He laughed quietly. His bigger hand took the book and placed it back on the armrest. He then gently moved your head to face his again. “Darling, there’s no need to be disappointed. I can always hold you better when we’re in bed.”

[layniapetrovnaaa]

Heya! I’m so excited to see someone else who writes for To Kill a Mockingbird, so I gotta ask; how do you think Atticus would go about developing feelings and asking someone out? Thanks a bunch💕

Ahhh! yes we love tkam in this house lol. I am writing a little fic really similar to this too, so if you'd like to see this in story form, I'll be trying to get that up soon and you should check it out! Alright, now lets bust this out! I tried to make this a little more neutral, but reader did get a fem in some, so ignore that if its not your thing.

Also this is not proof read, so be wary and feel free to correct me!

I think I've mentioned this before, but it takes Atticus a while to develop feelings for someone

He likes to really take his time and get to know the person

You two would just spend time together a lot

You worked as his secretary at the firm and thats were you first met

Spending everyday with such a charming man can only stay platonic for so long

of course you would be respectful of his feeling towards you, if he seemed uninterested you would back off, but he never did

I think for the first few months he would mistake your flirting for friendliness

But when Jack comes to visit he kind of realizes how your charm is quite different around other people

Thats not to say you didn't flirt with Jack too (cause lets be honest who could resist)

But Atticus quickly picks up that there is a tenderness that you have when you interact with him that you don't have when with other people, like Jack

After that day, however, the air in the office is a bit different

Its tranquil with a mutual understanding that there is some underlying fondness between the two of you, but its hard to really give it a name or confine it by some sort of label

When the feelings really start, when he can't focus on his book, only you, he is in total denial

He is even in denial that he is in denial

Like he doesn't even realize what he's doing (but of course, Jack and Alexandra can)

Once he does realize his feelings, which happens on a regular ol' night, the two of you were reading silently together (he had invited you over for dinner for Scouts birthday and asked you to stay just for a bit longer even after the children had gone to bed)

It just hit him like a ton of bricks

he starts to notice a few little things here and there, things that he didn't particularly notice before

For example, your smile.

He always thought it was lovely, but he was more fascinated by your lips now. Just the color of them and the way that they looked at really an given time

and the same with your hands, when you would wear nail polish, when you wouldn't, how soft they were, that way that you would fidget with them when you got nervous or overly excited.

The way your fingers would delicately flip through the pages of your book, or pick up your pen and scribble something new down on his agenda

I don't want to get NSFW, but his gaze does occasionally turn a bit lustful

I think he would start complimenting you more physically as well

before, it was hard to spend more than an hour with the man without him complimenting your wit

But now its like every few minutes when you catch him staring

he’ll get slightly embarrassed and compliment your hair or outfit, makeup, jewelry, whatever you might be wearing

and you just cant take it anymore

so, one night when he's walking you home, you call him out

"Why wont you just ask me out?"

He sputters quite a bit for a moment before placing his hands behind his back and laughing at himself.

"Alright," he says fondly. "What would we do?"

"We could go dancing?" you spoke softly, flicking a piece of hair back and gazing at the man tenderly.

He chuckles, and you can tell he appreciates your suggestion

"I'm afraid I might be a bit too old for dancing now."

"That's a shame, I would have loved to see your moves." you grinned

He returns the look, fiddling with the chain of his watch

"I've got an idea." he starts, turning so that his profile faces you and stares up into the dark sky

"Pray tell."

"How's about I take you up to Montgomery for the day? Saturday. They've got loads of fine, fine shops there. Maybe we can find you a matching necklace for your favorite earrings?" he turns back.

Your hand subconsciously shoots up to the studs you had in your ears, the very ones of which he was speaking

Bashful in that he remembered, your eyes fall to your battered shoes.

"Or perhaps some new footwear?" you joke, looking up at him

His eyes fall to your feet and he lets out a chuckle, an amused smile staying on both your faces as you make eye contact once again

"New shoes it is."

You both smile

"I'll see you tomorrow." he signs off, taking your hand and placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles

"See you" and you're just beaming.

“Goodnight, Atticus."

"Goodnight." he smiles.

And its only once you see him enter his house that you realizes he's left you with his Jacket

What a flirt

[weirdassfandomwriter]

Reader x Boo Radley-AU

This is after what happened with Boo killing Bob Ewell. I’d also like to say this is a modern au and Boo is more social and has actually started coming into society after becoming friends with the Finch Family

Backstory

You used to live with your older brother Atticus Finch until you had been recognised for your artistic skills and given a place in an art college in New York. Of course you took up the opportunity, but now you have graduated and decided to come home to live with your brother for a little while until you get your own place in Maycomb. However some things have changed and your brothers old friend from school has been welcomed into society

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Check the new story! I noticed how here on Tumblr how Atticus lovers need more stories about him so there you go!

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Hiii 🥰 Could I maybe request a Kaz Brekker imagine where some guy is flirting with you and he gets all overprotective and jealous. He then realises that this is because he really likes you, so maybe a confession on his part which knowing Kaz probably won’t be a grand gesture but still sweet and fluffy in a Kaz-like way. But I’ll leave that up to you.

Thanks in advance!

the way i felt so warm reading this request asdjhflja

gambles.

Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader

Summary : the request yup yup + kaz's pov

Warnings : i made this as canon as possible as somebody who hasn't yet read the books if you don't agree don't come for me please; swearing; unedited.

Word Count : 860

A/N : if the stars align i should get two or three more requests done today. also i had to do a breakout room discussion for tkam so i cry.

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I stand positioned against a column, spaced away from the crowds in the Crow Club. I survey what's in front of me. What I see is drunk men gambling away their dismal fortunes. My eyes linger to each table, looking at the somehow gleaming kruge even in the dimness of the space.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Y/N. She stands by an unknown man at one of the gambling tables. I keep my gaze on her, watching her every move.

The man advances, going from brushing his fingers up against her, to going as far as touching her waist. Every move he makes causes me to grip the head of my cane tighter and tighter.

Stealthily I swiftly make my way through the crowded room. I do my best to move against the walls, as far away from the packed center.

Now I stand only two tables away from Y/N. She matches my gaze but quickly ignore me, looking to the man with a flare in her eyes. For some reason that ties a knot in my stomach.

Even though I'm quite far, I can hear Y/N's voice, her laugh, even her heartbeat. I can feel it. I'm sure. My eyes flicker from Y/N to the man. He's tall, not as tall as me though, and decently fine looking. His brown moppy hair is strewn over his head. He also has cheeky half smirk, and I don't I've hated anything more.

My reaction moves faster than what I can register when the man leans in close to Y/N's ear, whispering something. His lips are so close to her neck I'm convinced they're touching. Y/N shows no changed expression, that is only until I push the man away, standing in front of her facing the guy.

Since I'm in front of her I have no idea how she reacts, but that's the least of my worries.

"Get out," I seethe impatiently, glaring the man down. I hold my cane tight in case, and I can feel the weight my gun on my hip.

"What the hell?" The man seems just as angry as I am, only for a different reason. He has no weapons, his jacket had flared open as I pushed him, weak.

"I said get out," I repeat just as threateningly as before.

He gives me a nasty snarl that I couldn't care less about before he pushes his way out of the club, cursing me out. Before any more attention can be drawn, I jab Y/N's shoulder with my the end of my can, motioning her to follow me to my office.

"Kaz! Why'd you do that I was about to win 150 kruge," Y/N grumbles as she obliges, walking into the depths of my office.

"What about how he was touching you?" I ask impatiently as Y/N locks the door behind her.

"It doesn't bother me so it shouldn't bother you. I'm not bothered and now you just cost me a new jacket," she mumbles that last bit under her breath. She stares at me glumly, her hands playing with handle of one of her guns.

"It does bother me," I snap, holding my cane tightly between my fingers. "It bothers me how he touched your hand, and how he almost kissed your neck, and how he laughed so easily with you."

"Well, it shouldn't," she retorts, crossing her arms.

"Well, it does," I reply harshly, before turning around so not to face her. I grip the ledge of desk, digging my palms into the wood. What was going on with me? Why was I feeling like this? The next words stammer out, and I can barely believe what I'd just said once I'd said it, "I just- I don't want to see you getting hurt."

"Did he really look like he could even scratch me?"

"It wasn't only him!" I whip around from facing my desk to facing Y/N, she flinches, which I then regret my almost shout. Her hair falls in front of her eyes and everything in me wants to push the strands behind her ears, "Everybody in that fucking club ogles you and looks you up and down and tries to advance on you and I hate it."

"Why?" Y/N tests, her glaze now stone cold, but her lip quivers just every so slightly. I do not know what that means.

"Because-" I swallow, blinking at Y/N. Forget it Kaz, you're just making yourself look foolish, "Because...nevermind."

"That's what I thought," she sighs, almost melancholy before turning around, placing her hand on the door handle.

My next inhale chokes before I speak, taking a step forward, the wood beneath my boot rattles, "Because I don't want you to leave." I take a shaky breath as I continue, "If something happens, or- or- or if you meet someone then- then you won't come back."

Y/N slowly turns around, when she does her expression has softened. When she speaks her voice is quiet but it's more impactful then it's ever been, "I'll always come back for you Kaz."

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IHNMAIMS and TKAM fans PLEASE request more, I like writing for them

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Let’s Get You To Bed

A/N: Not a request just something that I dreamed up. This is my first time writing anything for TKAM so please be gentle with me. 🤍

Pairing: Atticus Finch x Reader

Warnings: Bad writing, typos, terrible grammar, etc. slightly suggestive dialogue at the end if you squint really hard.

Word count: 1,125

Summary: Scout wakes up not feeling good and comes for help.

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It was well past midnight when you heard it. The slow creak of a doors hinges followed by the light patter of a child’s feet. It wasn’t until your bleary eyes met her dark tear stained ones that you were fully awake. She stood quietly for a moment, hands clutching at her worn out teddy bear as she rocked back and forth on her heels.

You sat up on the edge of the bed gently, looking back over your shoulder to make sure that your sleeping husband, Atticus, remained asleep. He’d had a rough few days and deserved a good nights sleep.

Running a hand through your hair, your eyes once again connected with hers and you reached for her. Smiling softly when she wasted no time in coming to you, releasing her teddy bear and letting it fall to the floor with a gentle “thud”, she clambered onto your lap. Head resting in the nook between your head and shoulder as you cradled her gently.

“Scout, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Your voice hushed in an effort to not wake her sleeping father.

“I don’t feel good…” she paused, hands grasping your nightgown tightly before carrying on, “and, Jem said to go back to bed but I can’t.”

At this you nodded, wiping stray tears that rolled down flushed cheeks, hand molding to her forehead in an effort to check her temperature. A small smile quirking her lips upward as she nuzzled against your palm, enjoying the attention.

“You do have a fever.” You whispered back, placing a kiss where your hand had been, “let’s get you back to bed, hm?”

She nodded, rubbing her eyes tiredly as you carried her back to her room. Little fingers playing mindlessly with the seam on the shoulder of your nightgown. The simplicity of it making you smile for a second before you laid her back down, pulling her covers back up.

“I’ll be right back ok?” You assured, gently combing your fingers through her hair only to have her shake her head from side to side, her hand grabbing at your arm.

“Don’t go.” She pleaded, fingers lacing with yours.

“Scout? Y/N?” Jem’s tired voice echoed quietly from across the room, before he appeared at the foot of the bed.

“Scout, I told you not to make a fuss and go to sleep.” He scolded, eyes narrowed at his younger sister.

“Shut up, Jem.”

“Quiet you two.” Your interjection grabbing both their attentions, “are you feeling ok?”

Your attention now turned to Jem as you shifted to face him. The look on his face as stoic as one his Father would fix someone with. The sight making you want to smile for a second, before looking over him. He too had slightly flushed cheeks, but being in the stage of life that he was, he’d pretend it was nothing.

“Come here.” You motioned, beckoning him toward you with your free hand. Resting your wrist on his forehead you decided he felt a bit warm too, a fact that made you bite down on your lip.

“You go get back into bed too, I’ll be there in a second.”

“But, Y/N -“

“Hush.” You smiled at him, before standing up to make your way to the bathroom. Wetting a washcloth and grabbing some aspirin, you made your way back to their shared room. Shaking your head humorously at the sight of Jem now sitting on the corner of Scout’s bed.

“Here, both of you take these.” Passing out the pills to both outstretched hands, only to be met with Jem telling you there was nothing to take them with.

“Put this on your sisters forehead and I’ll go get some water.” Passing him the washcloth, a grin turned the corner of your lips upward at the sound of them chattering, “what’s this for?”

“She’s trying to bring your fever down.”

“It’s cold!”

“It’s supposed to be! How else would you expect it to work?” Jem’s voice a bit more stern now as he explained.

“Whisper your Dad’s sleeping.” You chuckled, passing them both water to take the pills.

“I told Scout not to wake you or Atticus up but she doesn’t listen.” He stated, fixing a glare at his yawning sister.

“It’s ok.” You assured, placing Scout’s glass on her bedside table, “let’s get you back to bed too.”

Nodding tiredly, he moved across the room to his own bed, surprising you when he let you pull his blankets over him.

“If you guys need anything else…” you paused, tucking the blanket under his chin, “holler and I’ll come help you.”

He nodded tiredly, eyes almost shut as he whispered a nearly silent “thank you, Y/N.”

Your heart melting slightly at the sight of the two children. They were so precious to you, and you were so happy that they’d accepted you the way the did. It was hard to have a stepparent, but they’d seemed to have taken it in stride. The smile that covered your face, dissipating into a look of shock as you spotted Atticus leaned against the door frame.

Glasses on and hair mussed from sleeping as he surveyed the room. The moonlight highlighting one side of his face and lacing through his ebony colored locks resting heavily on the few gray hairs that had taken place on his temples. The sight soon making the shock disappear as soon as it had appeared.

Ushering him away from the door, you left it cracked slightly as the two of you tiptoed out into the hall.

“Are they ok?” He inquired, eyebrow raised quizzically as he peered back toward the door you’d left ajar.

“They’ve got fevers, they’ll have to miss school. It’s probably the flu, Maudie said it’s going around.” You explained, smiling as his fingers traced your jaw before his hand rested on your forehead.

“And you, how’re you feeling?” A teasing smile flirting on his lips, replacing his hand with a tender kiss.

“I’m feeling much better now.” Smiling up at him you returned the actions, “and how are you feeling, Mr. Finch?”

Your tone hushed, as you whispered it against his skin, eyes doe like as you pulled back to look in his onyx colored ones. Placing one last playful smooch on his cheek, which flushed under your lips.

“I’m feeling a bit warm.” Resting his arms around your waist he embraced you, your head taking up residence against his shoulder, “especially now.”

“Maybe we should get you back to bed too?” You suggested coyly, pulling back so that your gaze rested on him.

“I think that’s a marvelous idea.” A smile covering his lips with his hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you back to your room

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Hey! I was wondering if you’d be open to writing something for an older (I dont mean in comparison to the readers age, just older that his age in TKAM) Jem Finch x reader? I 100% understand if you don’t want to, I just thought I’d ask before I request anything specific!

Hi! Probably not, I’m sorry. I just see him as a kid so heavily that I don’t know if I’d be able to separate that you know? Thank you so much for asking and being so kind though! ❤️

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Hiyaaaa!!! I’m on like some search for Atticus finch fics bc they are so rare and i am HUNGRY for some.

May i request an Atticus x baker + babysitter reader? Like his kids have been visiting this little bakery in town and Atticus decides to swing by to see if his kids ran off down there and meets reader?

I'm so full of love I could barely eat.

Atticus Finch x Gender neutral! Baker! Reader Summary: basic romantic headcanons of Atticus falling for baker! Reader Warnings: mention of violence (not put in detail, just the actions Mr. Ewell does after the trial) Word count: 1.2k A/N: I made the reader a baker only since it felt more in line with your request. And you're so real for searching for fics. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Love isn’t a common thing for Atticus to pay attention to, especially since he’s so busy and a bit older. He’s got kids and their friends, work, and making sure everyone in his home is happy. There’s so much going on romantic love barely seeps in. It also was because he didn’t know how his kids would react to getting another partner, Jem didn’t need to think he moved on too fast from his mother or Scout persecuting the person he could have possibly brought home.

Every couple days he would walk home when he saw Scout and Jem running and begging him to take them to a bakery in town. It was quite odd that they would willingly go into stores without having reason. They always groaned when he brought them shopping, so it must have been a big deal for them to beg to go somewhere. He never took them on his own time since he saw it as no big deal, wanted to go home, and knew the prices were a bit high for the time.

It was one day that Calpurnia had stopped in his office to tell him she couldn’t find the kids and neither could Alexandra. He assured her that he would find them and told her to go back home, still shaken from not finding them. After work, he went around Maycomb searching for the kids before he stopped at the town’s bakery. He hadn’t been in it many times since the recession, and he didn’t feel the need to go into a store just for one thing.

When Atticus finally found Jem, Scout, and Dill, they were sitting at one of the tables, eating away at pieces of blueberry bread. He would go off on them the best he could and ask them how they got the money to even afford getting food from the place. Naturally, you would say you fed them since they asked so nicely.

Just the sight of you would cause him to hesitate to speak again. You’d go on about how sweet they were and how you gave them the food since the bakery couldn’t sell it but it was good enough to eat. Atticus would smile a little wider than Scout and Jem have seen in a long while, thanking you for not charging them. He’d get the two to leave, grabbing the bread and leaving with a small smile.

“Why are you smiling so much?” Scout would ask as they walked home, holding the bread in her hands. Atticus would shake off the question.

“I can’t smile?” He’d remark, patting her head softly as they continued down the road.

It would become more common for Atticus to go to the bakery after work, just going off to talk to you. Each day that Scout and Jem would wait for Atticus, they would look at the corner, waiting for him. And he comes from the other end of the road. Sometimes he would wait until he’s close enough to pipe up, giving them a spook sometimes.

Once the summer comes, they would try finding why he comes from a different area after work and would watch as he walks from the bakery. He’d be questioned an insane amount, specifically from Scout. Atticus would brush them off the best he could, telling them he was talking to a friend.

The romance would be gradual, he would come in to find Jem and Scout to get them home, jokingly telling you off for feeding them pastries before dinner. Of course, it wouldn't be the best joke since he isn’t very good with satire. Either way, he’d thank you for not charging them for the food and be off… even if he wanted to stay longer.

Atticus would stop by more often, simply talking to you about business, the normal old people talk. He would try keeping it casual enough to not make you uncomfortable since he isn’t too good with flirting, so even if he tried it would come off as awkward. Scout said it herself; the kind of humor Atticus tries to have can only truly be done well by a lady Finch.

You would naturally give Atticus the test pastries for him and his kids to try. You’d give him the job of tester since he’d come by so often.

It was most obvious to Jem and Scout as time goes on, they both knew it was because of you. Atticus’s gaze would linger on you, and he would hesitate to say they needed to leave.

One night when the bakery had closed, Atticus stayed back with you to make sure you could close the shop safely (at least that was his reasoning for it). He’d sit at the counter and watch you quietly go on about your day, the new pastries sold, and how things were doing back at your home.

When you had fully closed the shop, he would stop before you could turn away to go home and finally work up the nerve to ask you out. Even if Atticus had more experiences in life than he would prefer bragging about, he still falters with asking a woman out.

“I would like to take you out this Saturday…,” Atticus would draw on his sentence, smiling slightly, his hat held on his chest, close to his heart. Though he held the top of his hat, he could feel his fast heartbeat. “If you’re alright with the idea.”

Naturally, you would accept, and he would go home with a small smile, knowing that he could take you out. Atticus would bring you a plan to bring you to a nice restaurant, get his best clothes for the date, and get Aunt Alexandra to take care of Jem and Scout. Atticus could only hope they didn’t press him too hard on what was going on.

The date would go well, the food being nice and the conversations being the same. As calm as Atticus made himself out to be, his heart was pounding. He almost forgot how nerve wracking it is taking someone out. He would try his best being smooth about how he feels to the best he could, buttering you up but not enough to come off too strong.

Hiding how the relationship from the children wouldn’t be that prominent after several dates. Atticus never hides anything else from them, how he feels about you is theirs to know about since you would be around more often. Of course, they knew to an extent. Jem would just say he knows, and Scout would ask if he was too old to do something like that.

The relationship would stay nearly exclusive to the family, more so since he didn’t want word getting out and possibly getting someone on you for being associated with him. Though, Atticus is beyond loving to you. He’d still stop by the bakery to talk to you when you were free.

After the trial and with the rampage Mr. Ewell was having on anyone associated with it, he’d target you too. It would lead to Atticus trying to escort you more often from work and home. If Mr. Ewell continued his mistreatment of you, Atticus would suggest you move in with him. It would not only be for your protection but also because he wants you to finally live with him. He’s old, he won’t live forever, and he’d prefer living with you in his arms at night.

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hii! is it possible to do an atticus finch x male reader fluff fic?? if not thats totally okay :3

The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you.

Atticus Finch x Male! Reader romantic fluff headcanons

Summary: Basic headcanons for Atticus and Male! reader

Warnings: very small references to homophobia (not in detail), bad writing since I'm not a dude

Word count: 921 (short sadly)

A/N: I'm not a guy so this is definitely going to be a bit stiff. And I just KNOW you were living off gender neutral reader fics for Atticus 💀. Also, you didn't specify if it was supposed to be romantic, so I just said it was romantic.

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The 1930s wasn’t an accepting time for queer people, and Atticus knew that. He knew the forms of persecution they would receive if found to not fit into the “norm”.

You were a new neighbor to Maycomb, having come to live in a smaller, quieter town. It would be under odd circumstances that you meet Atticus. Scout finds you fascinating and pesters you like she does Boo Radley. He’d apologize for his kid's behavior and go on a long talk with you about different things, Scout and Jem having gone home over ten minutes earlier.

It’s not that Atticus finds it outrageous that he possibly finds a man attractive, he knows people like that exist, the same can be said about him figuring it out later in his life. He finds it a bit odd that he even has the capabilities of doing so so late in his life, he’s had a wife and has kids. He can’t always keep up with that sort of love now!

Either way, he’ll treat you just as kindly as he would anyone else. Atticus would greet you in the mornings when he’d see you and say good afternoon if he sees you later in the day.

Atticus isn’t dumb when it comes to the world, he knows people aren’t accepting of others, especially with romantic relations between men. As much as he knows not to judge, hate others, or fear their opinions, he can’t deny that he won’t say a thing. Atticus will push his feelings away for a while, it’s mostly because he doesn’t want you possibly hating him for the feelings he would gain.

Once you start showing obvious sense you like him in a romantic sense, Atticus would find it easier to confess. It would be one night that he finds you after work, walking down the same road to your home, and he’d ask you out on your porch.

You obviously say yes and Atticus heads home with clammy hands but a better mood than earlier that evening. He’d set a date and told his family that he was going out for a night with friends.

Though it was normal to receive affection from someone close to you, romantic aspects would stay in private. Really romantic kisses are only behind closed (and locked) doors. Atticus would be rusty in those moments though; it’s been a bit so let him figure it out.

Dates are usually just chalked up to being friend dates and just wanting to go out. Of course, Atticus would dress well for the occasion, as he would any date.

“He’s a good friend of mine.”

You would be brought over to the house but in a friendly way. It would be awkward to the kids since it’s odd having a parent's friend over but you’re over at the house more times a week then a month then a year. They’d get used to your presence.

It’s eventual that Scout and Jem would wonder why you come around so much and why you spend the night at random dates. It’s either Scout would ask you or Atticus. “Why are you here all the time?” Scout would ask at dinner; you are sitting across from her.

“Atticus just likes my company,” you would answer her with a small smile. You knew how little his kids truly understood the things between you and Atticus, it’s just another thing to laugh about.

A lot of time together with physical touch would be in secluded rooms, especially at night. Atticus would allow you in the same bed and hold you close, telling you about his day quietly. He’d help you get things to go to bed and then hold you while he slept. Atticus does snore so worry about that a bit, it’s not CPAP worthy though, so if you’re a heavy sleeper you should be fine.

The days that Calpurnia isn’t at home already, but Jem and Scout ran off for something interesting with Dill, would be heaven for the both of you. You and Atticus would spend the morning doing mundane things together but knowing you had that sense of freedom is better than nothing.

Atticus has a forced habit of separating you from anything with his work, including the trials and before that. He advises you don’t go to the trial and make sure that Jem and Scout stay back too. Of course that doesn’t happen, and you go and take the kids anyway.

You’re never invited to holiday gatherings with the whole Finch family. As much as Atticus does want you there, he knows it’s for the better. His family is beyond judgmental and if there was any possibility they would catch on to your relationship, he’d be shunned and judged for the rest of time. Maybe they’d try pulling a gun on him if he tried going back. But if he gets the opportunity to have a holiday without the rest of the family, he’d bring you over and have a good time with you.

If you’re together for a long while, a long long while, Atticus would “propose” to you. Of course, it would be a nice ring he’d get, just expensive enough to not be cheap but not expensive enough to dent his bank account. He’d do the basics of taking you out to a nice place, butter you up just enough to get you to say yes. A wedding wouldn’t follow for safety reasons, but he’d adore you like a real husband would.

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