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Something Steady (Jasper Hale x Deaf!Male Reader)
The Cullen house always seemed alive in the way no other house could match. Even in its stillness, you could feel it: laughter humming around the walls, the low buzz of piano keys from Edward's room, Emmett's booming footsteps and laughter upstairs. But with Jasper, it was different. Jasper made the world quiet. Not like you truly could tell the difference, but it just felt quieter.
You were curled against him on the living room couch, your head resting on his shoulder, your legs stretched out with his arms wrapped loosely around your waist. A book lay forgotten on the table. You had been reading aloud earlier, signing sentences while Jasper traced them back to you with his hands. Now, it was enough just to sit here.
He tilted his head, golden eyes studying you. "You're tired." His lips moved slowly, carefully, and he signed the word tried to match. His handshapes were cleaner now, sharper. Weeks of practice had paid off.
You smirked and signed back: You always know how I feel.
Jasper's mouth curved into a faint grin. "That's sort of my thing." His drawl softened the joke, but the truth of it sat between you. He could feel emotions like a current running under the skin, and yours, right now, were calm. Safe. He shifted, lifting your hand and tracing your palm with a feather-light touch, How was school? he signed.
You rolled your eyes. Well if someone didn't leave me. You gave Jasper a pointed glare as he smirked softly. Same old. People still ask if you taught me to read lips.
That got an actual laugh out of him, you could feel it vibrate through his chest where you'd laid you head. He signed back: Do they think I'm that smart?
You snorted and shoved his shoulder. His cold skin met yours, but it wasn't unpleasant, it was grounding in a way.
The laughter faded into a quieter moment. Jasper brushed his thumb across your knuckles, steady, almost reverent. "You know," he said, slower now, "It's...different with you. Being close, I don't have to fight so hard to keep control. You make it easy."
You blinked at him, heart tugging. Jasper wasnât one for spilling feelings â usually his honesty slipped out in pieces, like he wasnât sure if he had the right to say them. You sat up a little, catching his gaze. With both hands, you signed carefully: Iâm not afraid of you. For a second, his expression faltered. Then something eased in his features â not quite relief, not quite joy, but something steadier.
He leaned in, just enough that his forehead brushed against yours. The room was quiet, rain tapping faintly on the roof, but in that closeness you felt everything he didnât say out loud.
You kissed him â slow, unhurried. His lips were cool against yours, but the hand that cupped your jaw was steady, anchoring you in place. When you pulled back, his smile was small but real, the kind that looked like it belonged only to you.
Jasper signed one word, simple and sure: Mine.
And you, without hesitation, signed back: Always.
Walking Dead Imagines #1
Walking Dead Guys Reacting to You Stealing Their Clothes
Rick Grimes
You didnât think heâd notice. It was just a flannel. Warm, slightly too big on you, and smelled exactly like him. And with how many shirts Rick owned, what was one missing? But he had noticed. He found you sitting on the front porch one evening, sipping from your cup like nothing was wrong. His flannel was draped over your shoulders like it had belonged there this whole time.Â
The Major Part Three: Jasper Hale x Reader
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âYour instincts will take over if you let them. The key is to choose what you chase.â
At first the words were just that, a sound without meaning, a fragile thread in the churning feeling inside Jasperâs chest. His jaw tightened, shoulders rigid, every nerve alive with the ache of hunger. He didnât understand what you meant until the wind shifted. The cold breeze didnât affect him anymore but its smell hit him like a freight train. The air carried thousands of new smells that were once invisible to his senses. A dozen heartbeats beat against his skull like war drums, each rhythm a call to violence. He could taste the fear of a bird fluttering above the two of you into the trees above, its heart a frantic flutter barely strong enough to register. The steady rhythm of a deer nearby thrummed like a bassline in the earth itself, patient and solid. And further still, almost lost beneath the rest, a quick staccato thrum of a rabbit skittering through brush, wild and desperate.Â
The Major Part 2: Jasper Hale x Reader
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The fire spread through his body before Jasper even understood what you had done. One moment, the night air was cool against his sweat-damp skin, the metallic tang of fear sharp on his tongue; the next, your lips were at his throat. The first bite was a lightning strike; white-hot pain searing into him so suddenly his body stiffened in shock. He tried to jerk away, but your arms closed around him not with cruelty, but with an iron, inescapable certainty. There was no malice in your hold, he knew that, you havenât even glared at him since that faithful night. Youâd all but dragged him and his horse to a small cabin you had, hidden away from your kind and his. You sat him down that night and explained everything to him: vampires, your eating habits, the covens around Texas and being mates. Thatâs what led to this moment. He all but begged (Y/N) to turn him after a couple of days. His family was gone, his men had gone, and he didnât know if his home was still standing. And this pull he had towards was intoxicating.Â

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Twilight Masterlist
Jasper Hale
The Major 2 3
Quiet Like This
Something Steady
Carlise Cullen
Dancing With You
Edward Cullen
Emmett Cullen
Alice Cullen
Esme Cullen
Rosalie Hale
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Twilight Boys Reacting to You Calling Them Clingy but Cute
The Major: Jasper Whitlock x Reader
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The summer of 1863 was cruel to the South, but then again, they deserved it didnât they? Texas had been hot before, but the war had burned it dry, leaving the land cracked and the air heavy with the smell of dust and smoke. Jasper Whitlock rode alone along the worn trail toward Galveston, his gray Confederate coat clinging to his frame, dust in the seams. His horse limped from a thrown shoe, and he himself was not much better off: hungry, exhausted, and carrying a fresh wound on his side from a skirmish two days ago.Â
Accidental Cuddling: Carl Grimes Edition
It wasnât supposed to be an overnight scouting mission. You and Carl had gone out just after lunch, a simple scouting run along the outer edge of the woods beyond Alexandriaâs fence. Walk the perimeter, look for tracks or signs of movement, report back by sundown. Quick out-and-back, Rick had said. A couple hours at most. But the weather had other plans apparently. It started as a faint drizzle, then came the wind, and soon the thunder followed close behind, low and threatening. And then, the sky had suddenly decided to make an example out of you both. The rain didnât just pick up slowly, it smashed down to the ground. Sheets of it poured from above, blinding and relentless, hammering the trees and turning the trail beneath your boots into a slippery, sloshing mess.
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Accidental Cuddling x GN reader
Carl Grimes
Accidental Cuddling x GN reader
Daryl Dixon
Accidental Cuddling x GN reader
Merle Dixon
Glenn Rhee
Accidental Cuddling x GN reader
Multiple People
Reacting to you checking them out x GN reader
Reacting to you stealing their stuff x GN Reader
Accidental Cuddling: Daryl Dixon Edition
You hadnât meant to fall asleep. Hell, you hadnât even meant to sit next to Daryl. But after the hunt that morningâa grueling, muddy, thorn ridden mess that ended in dragging a hundred-pound boar back to camp with sore arms and half-ripped sleeveâyou were entirely spent. Youâd barely had the energy to clean the blood off your hands before Carol was in your ear, scolding you for not eating enough, for looking too pale, and for forgetting to take a second helping of the stew she'd slaved over, using the very boar you just dragged there. Youâd mumbled something half-coherent in response, waving her off with a tired smile, and then collapsed onto the nearest log by the fire. You hadnât even noticed Daryl was already there until the wood creaked beneath your weight and he shifted ever so slightly to make room.

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Accidental Cuddling: Glenn Rhee Edition
The group had finally stumbled on it just before sundown, a weather-beaten cabin hidden deep in the woods, shrouded in tangled bush and towering pines that it felt like it had appeared out of nowhere. The cold Georgia winter was finally showing its head and everyone in the group was feeling its effects. There were no walkers in sight, no rot, and no smell of death. Just dry wood, thick wall, and a roof that didnât leak and windows still in one piece. Inside, the air was stale carrying the faint musk of dust and long-settled age. A sagging couch slumped in the corner, cushions warped but intact. Dusty throw blankets hung across the back, smelling faintly of cedar and time rather than mildew. A stone fireplace crouched against one wall, and after a little coaxing and swearing from Daryl, a small fire was finally started within it.
Accidental Cuddling: Rick Grimes Edition
It had started around the fire. It was warm enough to keep Georgiaâs cold night away from the two of you. The flames danced low and steady, casting flickering shadows against the trees, painting gold across Rickâs face and yours. You and Rick had both volunteered for the late watch, stationed near the tree line just outside Alexandriaâs wall. You two both sat in silence while watching for any sign of movement. The silence between you wasnât awkward. It was a comfortable kind of silence and neither of you two needed to fill it. You could hear the soft rustle of wind through the trees, the distant chirp of insects, and the crackle of logs shifting in the fire. And under that, even quieterâRickâs breathing. Steady. Grounding.
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Quiet Like This: Jasper Hale x Reader
The rain outside had settled into a steady rhythm against the glass windows in the Cullen home living room. It echoed faintly through the wide open space joining the soft crackling of the fireplace. Everyone had decided to use this day to go out. Jasper had been feeling hungry lately so you offeredâmore like wanted tooâstay with him even with his very persistent noâs.
You sat nestled into the corner of the long leather couch, Carlise recently bought, a thick blanket wrapped around your body, legs curled beneath you. The fabric smelled faintly of lavender and Esmeâs detergentâconforting in ways you couldnât explain. In your hands, the third novel in a series youâve been enjoying, but the words had long since blurred into nothing. Your gaze kept flickering towards Jasper.
He sat just across from you, posture relaxed but guarded at the same time somehow. A hardcover book rested on his lapâsome old philosophical text heâd claimed to have read dozens of times alreadyâbut he hadnât turned a page in nearly fifteen minutes. His golen eyes werenât focused on the book. They were on you. Again.
You didnât look up fully immediately. You waited, just long enough for the moment to stretch thin between you two, the asked without glazing over, âYouâre doing that thing again.â
There was a pause. Then his voiceâlow, rich, with that soft Southern drawl that somehow made every word feel slower and more thoughtfulâcut through the silence. âWhat thing?â
You turned your head to face him. âStaring at me like Iâm going to vanish on you.â
He didnât blink. Didnât look away. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but didnât quite meet the standards of his usual smile. âYou just..look peaceful,â he finally said, as he closed his book softly.
You raised a brow, gently teasing, âAnd thatâs suspicious to you?â
âNo,â he replied softly. âJust rare.â You watched him for a moment, taking in his sharp jawline, the tension in his shoulders that never seemed to go away, even when pretending to be at ease. The man moved like a soldier still hearing gunfire from somewhere distant. Always alert. Always prepared in case something that would never come.
âJasper,â you called, voice barely above a whisper, âyouâre allowed to rest now.â
You watched as his eyes closed briefly. Like your words struck something deep in him. âI know,â he said eventually. âBut sometimes it still feels like something is going to happen. Like Iâm one wrong move from the house collapsing.Â
You set your book aside and pushed the blanket off, rising slowly to sit beside him. His cool hand reached for yours before you could even fully settle beside him. The way he held youâcarefully, like you were a fragile piece of glassâmade your chest ache in the best way. âYou know you donât have to worry about that,â you told him. âYou clawed your way out of darkness and built something better. You chose love. You chose me and the family. Thatâs what matters right now.â
His fingers tightened around yours. You could feel it thenâthe sfot ripple of calm that radiated from him, not by accident now, but interntional. He leaned forward and pushed his head into the cold crook of your neck. Nuzzling to where your pulse should be. You slowly massaged his hair as your other hand rubbed his back gently. âIâve never known love like this,â he said, voice rougher now. âSomething that doesnât need words. JustâŚmoments.â
You leaned your head onto his shoulder, your voice muffled in the sleeve of his shirt. âThen letâs keep it like this. Quiet. Simple. Ours.â
He was silent for a long time. But his thumb stroked slow circles across the back of your hand, like he needed that anchor to stay in the moment. You couldnât help but laugh softly at his new sense of neediness. âPromise me something,â he said quietly.
âAnything.â
He looked up at youâeyes soft, but something ancient still flickering behind them. The weight of years of war and regret, but also the faint glimmer of hope for something newer.Â
âDonât ever grow tired of this,â he whispered. âOf the quiet. Of me.â
You turned your head just enough to kiss his shoulder, your lips barely brushing fabric and cool skin beneath it.Â
âNot a chance,â you murmured. âYouâre my peace, Jasper. I could live a hundred lifetimes and still choose this.â
He didnât speak again. But the way he held youâstill and steady as the rain against the windowsâsaid everything he couldnât. And for the first time in what mightâve been over a century, Jasper Hale believed it. Believe you. Believed in your relationship. Believed in this. In love that felt quiet like safetyâŚinstead of silence like guilt.
Walking Dead Characters Reacting to You Checking Them Out
Rick Grimes
It was one of the early mornings where you were keeping early watch after having to quietly scold Daryl to go to sleep. You were nursing a thing of cold coffee you had when you noticed a figure coming through the woods. You instantly grabbed your knife ready to walk over when you noticed it was just Rick. You sat back down slowly, grabbing your coffee, as you watched him pick up some of the mess from dinner last night. You didnât mean to stare as much as you did but something about the way Rick stood in the morning light, his shirt clinging to his back, his hair damp from washing up at the creek nearby just seemed to draw you in. You were lost in thought-going between I shouldnât be staring and good lord, that man is carved from fucking stoneâ when he turned around and his blue eyes locked on yours.
You froze, coffee mug halfway to your lips as you both stared at eachother in silence. He raised a brow, almost amused. âSomething on my face?â he asked, walking towards you.
âNo,â you mumbled quickly. âJust⌠zoning out.â
âZoning out,â he repeated slowly, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. âWell, next time you wanna âzone out,â try not to blush so hard.â
Glenn Rhee
You and Glenn had been designated to sort all the food within that prison kitchen so that it could be easyily rationed out. Even though it was getting very close to winter, the kitchen area seemed to be heating itself immensely as you two worked. You had long ago lost your long sleeve shirt for the tank top you wore underneath but Glenn continued to wear that thick flannel you had gifted him after a run. But he slowly began to lose his wit and decided it was time for the flannel to go. He pulled off the flannel, revealing a white undershirt damp with sweat. He began to put some of the boxes on the higher shelves and his shirt clung to his back showing off the slight back muscles he had. You caught yourself lookingâa tad bit too longâ and immediately turned away but you were too late.
âI saw that,â he said, not even looking up from the box he had begun to tape up. âBusted.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you replied quickly, face burning. âOh, okay,â Glenn teased, grinning now. âYou were just admiring the way I taped that box. Real sexy tape work.â: He winked and tossed you a bottle of water. âGood to know Iâve still got it.â
Daryl Dixon
The fence at the edge of the prison had a small tear from a group of very persistent walkers. Rick had designated you and Daryl to fix it and you were slowly beginning to hate him for that decision. It wasnât the first time you had caught yourself working but how couldnât you stare? Daryl was currently fixing the fence, his arms flexing as he yanked a loose wire back into place, when he paused, head titling just slightly. His eyes soon found yours in an instant, sharp and unreadable as you both stared silently at each other.Â
âYou gonna help or just keep gawkinâ?â he asked. You opened your mouth. Closed it then tried again to respond. After a solid minute of you two just staring at eachother you were able to squeak out a response. âIâI was just making sure you didnât need anything.â Daryl stepped closer, just enough to make your breath catch. âYeah. Could use a pair of eyes that ainât burning a hole in my back.â He smirked faintly, then turned back to his work. You werenât sure if he was annoyed or secretly flattered. Knowing Daryl, it was most likely both.
Carl Grimes
You two were trying to enjoy a sunny day at Alexandria and were sitting on the swing on the porch. You were trying to read a random book Maggie gave you while Carl was sharpening his knife on some random rock he found. His hoodie sleeves were pushed up, as his face was entirely focused on his knife. Youâd been sneaking glances for a while nowâthere was just something about the way he was growing into himself, confidence tucked just beneath his quiet demeanor. But then he looked up and caught you staring.
You panicked, dropping the book into your lap. Carl blinked. âWere youâŚlooking at me?â
âNo!â you said too fast. âI meanânot like that. JustâŚyeah. MaybeâŚâ He turned a little red but not as red as your face actively was. For a moment, neither of you said anything. Then Carl muttered, âWell, if you were, itâs cool. I was kindaâŚlooking at you,tooâ You both looked away, flustered. But neither of you stopped smiling as you went right back to what you two were doing.
Twilight Boys Reacting to You Calling Them Cute but Clingy
Edward Cullen
âYou know you are lucky youâre cute because you are clingy as hell,â you teased as he rested against you whilst you cooked some noodles for yourself. You could feel Edward freeze behind you,Â
âClingy?â he echoes, clearly both offended and amused.Â
His brow furrows as he runs a quick mental scan of everything heâs done in the past 48 hours: walking you to every class while carrying you books, texting you goodnight, playing your lullaby on piano when you and Alice were out leaving him aloneâŚoh just maybe he was.
 âI simply prefer to know youâre safe,â he says, trying to remain elegant, but you noticed how his jaw clenched which gave him a way in an instant
Then he laughs softly burying his head further into your neck, heâs more embarrassed than annoyed. âIâll allow cute, but only if you take back clingy right nowâŚâ
You donât. So now heâs kissing your forehead repeatedly in silent protest, just proving your point even further.
Jasper Hale
The whole family was deciding to have a lazy day at the house which consisted of everyone sitting in the living room as they all took turns on the new gaming system Carlise bought. Right now Emmett and Edward were playing against eachother as everyone else was watching and being entertained by their arguing. You and Jasper took residence on the new loveseat Carlise after Emmett broke the old one. You were laying on your back as Jasper was resting against your chest. You were running your fingers through his hair when that silly little thought passed through your head, âYou really are clingy for being a southern gentleman,â you teased him.
Jasper looked up from your chest looking genuinely hurt for a split second, âAm I smotherinâ you?â he asks, sitting up slightly. You panicked and tried to explain immediately: âNo, no! It;s a compliment. LikeâŚemotionally affectionate clingy. I like itâ
Jasper stared at you, still skeptical, before finally relaxing with a small chuckle. âYouâre lucky youâre cute, darlinâ. Teasinâ a man like that could be dangerous. Cue him pressing you closer with a smug little smile as the family around you laughed softly at you two.
Emmett Cullen
âClingy?!â Emmett grinned at you like heâs been waiting his whole immortal life to be called that by you. See the two of you were walking around town one cloudy day and he had his arm wrapped around your waist all day and only left you alone when you were going to the bathroom.Â
âBabe, I invented clingy. You literally sat on my lap while I benched a Volvo last week.â
He continued to bug you about it as he drove you both back to the Cullen house. The moment he parked the car, he was out of it throwing you over his shouler and parading around the house like some golden retriever with its favorite toy. He continued to just carry you around while bringing in the bags of clothes and decorations you bought for your guys room. Thankfully none of the other Cullenâs were home yet.
âYou said Iâm cute, though. Can you say it again but like, slow-mo, with dramatic music in the background?â You shook your head laughing at you both began to wrestle on the couch once he finished putting all the bags in your room. You were laughing your head off when suddenly Emmett dramatically gasps, âYOU THINK IâM CUTE!?â This is when you finally started to both relax.âYou're very cute but kinda slow Em.â He playfully pouts as he wraps his body around you like a weighted blanket and whispers, âClingy and proud, baby.â
Carlise Cullen
You had just arrived home from a weekly âgirlâs dayâ that Alice set up and Carlise, being the gentleman he is, was âhelpingâ you carry the bags in. âDarling? You know I can carry the bags and not crumble, right?â You laughed as Carlise dropped the last couple of bags and wrapped his arms around your waist. He massaged your back softly as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. You ran your fingers through the hairs by his neck before your mind began to linger on something youâve thought for awhile. âYou know you're kinda clingy for being a centuries old vampire although it is quite cute, you know?.â
He pulls away and blinks in surprise, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âClingy?â he repeats gently, as if tasting the word. âThatâsâŚnew.â He steps back slightly, offering you space with the immediate grace of a gentleman. âI didnât realize I was overwhelming you.â
You quickly reach for his hand and shake your head softly, âNo! Itâs not bad. I like it. Youâre clingy in, like, a sweet, husband-core kind of way.â This seemed to just confuse him even more. âHusband-core. Thatâs certainly not a term Iâve heard in my centuries.â His golden eyes crinkled at the edges as he gave you a smile. âIf being affectionate means Iâm guilty of being âclingy but cute,â then I suppose Iâll accept the charge.â He pulled you back to his body wrapping his arms back around you but this time his grip was tightenedâbecause deep down, heâs thrilled that you noticed just how much he cared, even if it was in a slightly strange way.Â
Charlie Swan
You and Charlie were enjoying your early breakfast together. Charlie was sitting down at the table drinking his first of many coffees and reading the morning newspaper while you happily cooked bacon and eggs when you decided to tease Charlie, especially because of the marks he left on you that canât be hidden easily. âYou know Iâve been thinking recently but you are quite clingy. Although it is cute at times,â you kissed his head softly as you placed his plate of food down in front of him. Charlie nearly spit out his coffee when you told him that, and just kind of blinkas at you as you sat down across from him.Â
âClingy?â he repeats, confused and half-offended. âI gave you three feet of personal space when we watched that movie last night!â You raised an eyebrow at him. âIt was more like three centimeters and the marks on my neck prove that. But you also made me dinner, checked if my car had enough oil, texted me âlet me know when you get homeâ twice in the span of ten minutes, and called to make sure I locked the door before you got home." Charlie scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, clearly embarrassed, âThatâs not clingy. Thatâs justâŚbeing responsible.â You laugh out loud at that and repeat your statement of him being adorable when he cared. He mutters something about âdamn kids with your weird wordsâ but thereâs a very subtle blush on his face as he hides behind his mug. Later that day, you caught him putting a post it on your dashboard that said, âText me when you get there.â Clingy? Maybe. Cute? Always.

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Carlisle Cullen x Reader
It was one of those rare rainy days where all the kids went out. Alice and Rosalie dragged Jasper and Emmett into some random clothing store to try on everything in reach. Edward and Bella were out on a simple date and Esme was having alone time at a cafe. And you and Carlisle were left alone at home.