#alex winterman jones x reader

[starkidsonnets]

interpretation of ambiguous stimuli

barry milland x ghost! reader (platonic)

| contains : angst and fluff, allusions to torture, very brief blood mention, brief Keller mention, Prisoners (2013) should be a warning in itself tbh

| word count : 1686 (i am SO sorry)

| note : thanks to @rune-tisms (my beloved) for the idea ! this fic has zero dialogue and i've never written for a ghost before, so. um. yeah !

What a strange shape. 

Right there, down by the radiator. 

What is that? 

It was warm, especially in its centre, and its heat spread to the floor directly beneath it. 

Its vibrations disturbed the still air around it, and whatever it was had a tendency to cry. 

It was unlike the other shapes that moved about your involuntary residence. Those shapes were fast, loud, and fleeting. Harsh. Vibrating through the air, creating crashing waves instead of the gentle ripples of this shape. This shape, which was slow and quiet, for some reason did not move from the floor until the other shapes moved it. 

It shivered and shuddered, whimpered and cried, sometimes humming weaky to itself. 

Sometimes you’d join in, harmonizing lowly with your own melody. But whenever you started, it stopped, and began to weep instead. 

Still, you had never seen a human look so... wrong.

The people that frequented the abandoned apartment were typically the passive kind, drifting in like shadows, with nowhere better—warmer—to spend a cold and rainy night. They would huddle in corners, wrapped in tattered blankets or the remnants of their lives, their faces etched with weariness and resignation. By morning, they were gone, like wisps of smoke dissipating into the dawn.

Of course, there was the occasional junkie, a figure whose frantic energy cut through the stillness, eyes darting as if searching for salvation in the debris. They came in like a whirlwind, bringing chaos with them, but they never lingered long. The flicker of excitement or danger faded quickly, replaced by the same old weariness that haunted the place.

But it was different now. You sensed a shift, an unsettling presence that clung to the air like fog. You couldn’t quite understand what was happening, but you didn’t like it. The constant crying pierced through the silence, a sound that echoed with desperation, filling the empty spaces with a haunting melody of sorrow. You could feel the terror radiating off the poor soul. He was a fragile figure engulfed in shadows. His anguish was palpable, a thick fog that settled over the remnants of the apartment, suffocating and oppressive. It weighed heavily on your restless soul, a burden you wished you could lift.

His name was Alex, you had discovered. 

Words were difficult to pick up where you were, drifting through the ether of an abandoned apartment, a space long forgotten by the world outside. Names, however, remained a curious certainty, like fragile wisps of memory that floated just beyond your reach. You clung to them as if they were lifelines in the fog of your existence. In the quiet of the apartment, you could almost feel the weight of his name around you, its energy crackling like static in the air. It didn’t suit him, you had decided. Though, who are you to judge, really – you can’t even remember your own. 

You watched the shadows shift, feeling the familiar ache of longing wash over you. It was a cruel reminder of your own absence, a juxtaposition of existence and oblivion. The remains of the sink lay in chunky pieces across the dirty, cracked ceramic tile floor. Fragments glimmered in the dim light, their sharp edges reflecting the pain that had filled the room. He, you had discovered, a man full of grief and anger, had been awfully loud tonight. His voice had risen to a fever pitch, each word laced with a venom that dripped into the air like poison. It was a raw, primal sound, one that clawed at the very fabric of the night, terrifyingly loud, echoing through the desolation. You felt the tremors of his rage, the way it pierced the hearts of those around him, whether they were beating or not... As the men’s shapes finally disappeared into the night, shapes melting into the darkness, you felt the weight of the atmosphere shift. The tension that had gripped the room began to unravel, replaced by a silence that was both haunting and relieving. 

It was a strange feeling, this relief mingling with the remnants of turmoil. You lingered amidst the debris of shattered porcelain, the echoes of that man’s anger still ringing in your ears. However, there were more pressing issues afoot. Alex, his name, you reminded yourself, was still here. Shaking, crying, as he was usually left. It felt as though the fragments of the sink mirrored the pieces of his spirit – broken, jagged, and full of anguish. The sight of him, hunched over and lost in his pain, twisted something within you. You yearned to reach out, to bridge the chasm between his sorrow and the solace you wished to offer. But how does a being like you, between light and shadow, comfort a man whose grief felt so solid, so real? The air around you felt charged with unspoken words, each one pressing against your ethereal form, longing to take shape. You wanted to gather him in your arms, to whisper gentle reassurances that the storm would pass. You imagined wrapping him in warmth, even if it was just a fleeting touch of air, a breath of comfort that would remind him he was seen, he was heard, he was not alone.

Your breeze felt comfortingly cool against his smouldering skin, a gentle caress that brought with it a fleeting sense of hope. Alex looked up, his form becoming clearer to you as you pushed for a connection. His eyes went wide with a mixture of longing and despair, searching for a sign that someone had come for him. The swing of a door, the crack of a window; anything to break the suffocating silence that enveloped him. But there was nothing, just the echo of his own breath mingling with the distant sounds of the night. Yet, the breeze persisted, wrapping around him like a tender embrace. It swirled through the room, whispering soft promises of comfort, less like a breeze now and more like a cool blanket of air. It dried the tears and blood that clung sticky and streaky to his cheeks, easing the rawness of his pain. You wished you could do more, to take away the source of his suffering, but this was the extent of what you could to affect a world you technically no longer existed in – this soothing presence, this quiet reminder that he was not alone. That there was someone, somewhere, who cared for him. As your cool air enveloped him, he could feel the weight of his grief momentarily lift, if only just. It was as if your essence flowed into him, mingling with his sorrow, offering a sense of calm amidst the chaos. You drew closer, willing your energy to merge with his, hoping he could feel the warmth of your intention: a silent promise that you were there, watching over him. 

With every shiver of your essence, you conjured memories of light, moments of joy that had once danced in his eyes. You wanted him to remember the simplicity of normal life, to feel the warmth of the morning sun, to know that even in the depths of despair, there was a flicker of hope waiting to be rekindled. You could mirror his grief, having lived through it, having died with it. Each wave of sorrow that washed over him resonated within you, a familiar echo of a life once filled with love and laughter that had been abruptly severed. You understood the depths of his despair because they mirrored the abyss you had stared into yourself, the moments when hope felt like a distant memory.

With a flicker of intent, you shifted the atmosphere, causing the air to thrum with electricity. Suddenly, the window that hung just above him rattled, the glass trembling as if a gust of wind had swept through. Alex’s gaze snapped to the sound, confusion mingling with the slightest glimmer of hope. Encouraged, you pressed on. The hammer that had been stuck into the wall slowly tilted, nearly turning upside down entirely before you let it fall, letting it hang as it was. You could almost feel the way his breath caught in his throat, a mixture of fear and curiosity. You wanted nothing less than to scare him, so you left it at that. 

Speaking and having anyone hear was beyond you, a boundary that felt insurmountable. Yet, you couldn’t help but wonder if he would still shy away from you when you sang. It was a notion that filled you with a quiet determination. And so, you let your essence shift and take form, weaving together a gentle melody, a lullaby of sorts that floated through the air like a soft caress. The notes emerged from the depths of your being, light and airy, filling the abandoned apartment with a warmth that contrasted the cold shadows. It was a simple tune, one that carried the weight of longing and comfort, echoing the very emotions you wished to convey to Alex. You poured your heart into each note, hoping they would reach him, wrapping around him like a soothing blanket.

As you continued to weave your song, the walls seemed to respond, absorbing the melody and echoing it back in gentle waves. The shadows flickered in time with the rhythm, creating a soft light that cast dim shapes across the floor, like moonlight through a prism. You felt the atmosphere shift, the heaviness that had clung to the room beginning to lift, replaced by a silent invitation for him to join you, as you have joined in on his quiet melodies before. 

Softly, his voice worked in his throat, broken little hums that accompanied your echoing song. The sounds emerged like fragile wisps of smoke, tentative and uncertain, but they added a depth to the melody that warmed the air around you. You held him tenderly, and he shivered, but didn’t seem discomforted. He simply leaned his head back against the wall, his breathing slowing until he was too tired to hum with you. So, he listened, holding onto your gentle presence, a fragile whisper of comfort in the quiet of the night.

[starkidsimping]

paul dano characters as high school band instruments

i swear this as been done before mb gang

lineup : edward nashton (batman 2022), alex winterman jones / barry milland (prisoners 2013), timothy klitz (the girl next door), jay (okja), eli sunday (there will be blood), dwayne hoover (little miss sunshine) burt fabelman (the fabelmans), pierre bezukhov (war and peace)

edward nashton is tough. genuinely. most math/science people i know don’t have a musical/artistic bone in their body but i’m gonna play it safe with bass clarinet OR trombone . seems like a trombone guy to me

alternatively, they give up on him and put him with the vocalists cuz he can sing (he hates it)

barry/alex is one hundred percent going ham on the glockenspiel i’m not explaining myself you’re gonna have to trust me.

also i feel like if he could get the hang of it, he’d enjoy the flute

timothy klitz 100% plays trumpet and is bad at it. terribly. only picked it up cuz he saw 3 valves and thought it was the easiest one. can only barely read sheet music

jay (okja) IS a clarinet. the embodiment of. there’s a certain kind of elegance to a clarinet that isn’t the same elegance of a violin or piano and i feel like he’s that

eli sunday can’t read sheet music. he can’t make a sound for any woodwind or brass instrument. by default he’s a vocalist i can’t explain it but i KNOW he’s got a nice set of pipes

alternatively, i see him taking interest in the cello

dwayne hoover is definitely on bass guitar or he’s a percussionist . just look at him how could he not be. plus he thinks the bass makes him look cool. really wants to try french horn though

burt fabelman if you don’t get your ass on that piano right now so HELP me lord . i mean was this even a question? call me lazy i don’t CARE

also alto sax because i say so

pierre bezukhov you sultry gentleman you . i assign you the honour of viola. tear it up you elegant fellow !

[myst3ry-pl4nt]

I would like the alex jones one!! I meed as much happiness for him as possible 🥺 I feel like hobbies he may have would be coloring. He'll draw cars and occasionally a maze and it just breaks your heart. He likes when you make him home cookies because he's used to packaged food and will stand over your shoulder the entire time lol

I've got my first sentence for both fics down already, the Alex one has a somber start but it's going to be wholesome I promise !!

Thank you so much for the ideas !!! I agree, he would be a bit of an artist. I bet he's the best one around too. I definitely see him coloring cars and maybe unknowingly drawing mazes, which makes me very sad to think about so thank you for that suggestion.

WITH THE COOKIES !! ARGH I LOVE TJAT!! Imagine he tries to sneak in eating some of the raw cookie dough too, like you turn away for a split second as he watches you make them and he just tries to take a tiny spoonful of the dough just yknow out of curiosity. Do I think he'd do it? I'm not entirely sure but something tells me he definitely thinks about it....

No bc now I'm smiling and thinking about how to add this into the story bc I'm sold no way that this is the first suggestion and I'm dead set on it lol

[goldenrazzmatazz]

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Below the cut, you’ll find my fics sorted by Fandom and character.

As always, please read with caution. Some of my writing may contain triggering content, and are 18+. All of my pics are on Archive of Our Own, and are tagged appropriately. Please read at your own discretion. Minors, DO NOT INTERACT.

 🌶️- NSFW, 💕 - fluff , 😱- Angst

Prisoners (2013)

Miscellaneous

😱 You Could Have It All- A series of vignettes throughout the life of Alex Winterman-Jones, taking place before, during, and after the film Prisoners.

Okja (2017)

Jay x Reader

😱💕 We Can Do This Together-  The members of ALF are on an intelligence mission to find out what MirandoCorp has been doing since the events in New York. When another group of animal rights activists cause all hell to break loose, Jay is forced to flee with a another attendee.

😱💕🌶️  Never Let Me Go [Multi-Chapter, Completed] - After two years as a member of the Animal Liberation Front, you finally have the opportunity to take down the Mirando Corporation. Acting undercover, you will infiltrate the corporations annual charity gala in hopes of recording confidential information. When the mission goes sideways, will you finally learn why your best friend and coworker, Jay, is so protective of you?

The Batman (2022)

Eddie x Reader

💕🌶️ Birthday Boy [Multi-Chapter, Completed] - You take Eddie to an Escape Room for his birthday.

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid X Reader 🌶️ Hot in Here [Multi-Chapter, Completed]  - When you and Reid are exposed to an unknown chemical in the field, things get hot.

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson x Reader

💕 Made With Love- Your best friend and unrequited crush, Eddie Munson, asks you to sew a patch onto his favourite vest. When you catch him a lie about why he needs help, he might admit to more than you expected.

🌶️  Like a Rockstar - When he's on stage, Eddie feels like a he's fucking rockstar. After a show, he wants to fuck his girl like he's one.

😱 Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Heroes For Ghosts- Every show, Corroded Coffin dedicates a song to the lives lost in Hawkins during the Spring of 1986. Eddie Munson, the leading-man, has a reason why.

Star Wars

Kylo Ren x Reader

🌶️ Spilling Over the Idle - The resistance has fallen, and Emperor Kylo Ren rules over the galaxy with one woman by his side. He ensures that everyone knows who sits with him on the throne.

The Love Hypothesis

Adam’s Point of View

😱💕Chapter 1, Adam-“Right. He had imagined it, obviously. Olive hadn’t kissed him. He was hallucinating. He should probably forget the gym, forget the papers on his desk, drive straight to the nearest hospital and admit himself to the psychiatric ward. Obviously, he was losing it.

💕Chapter 6, Adam- “You wiggled in my lap for one hour, and all I could think was that in a just world, an ideal world, this thing we’re doing would have been real, and those intrusive, half-formulated, lurid fantasies I have about you wouldn’t send you screaming.”  A retelling of Chapter Six of The Love Hypothesis, from Adam’s perspective.

😱💕Chapter 20, Adam  -“Olive was staring at the floor, tears flooding her cheeks. She wouldn’t look up to meet Adam’s eyes, and he was slowly realizing why. As the truth dawned on him, nausea twisted, and his lunch threatened to make a reappearance.”

Mythic Quest

Brad Bakshi x Reader

Happy Ending to a Bad Day- 🌶️ Brad comforts his partner after a long day at work.

Canon Compliant / General

The New Food Chain - “ Brad was irritated when he looked out the window during their meeting and saw David parading the bright-eyed blonde woman through an office of hungover accountants. How could he pay attention to Poppy’s dorky presentation when potential was being wasted in front of his very eyes? He didn’t need to hear the conversation to know that Newgirl’s talents were about to be misspent- David had the leadership skills of a yoyo.”

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Steve Rogers x Reader

🌶️ Obedient for Captain - After being injured while disobeying Captain Rogers’ orders, Steve ensures that you don’t do it again.

Thor x Reader

🌶️ 😱 Make Me Forget - After the battle of Wakanda, you return to the Avengers compound. There, you bump into the one person who knows you best, The God of Thunder. Luckily, while you need to lose control, he needs to regain feeling that he has it.

Miscellaneous

😱 The Scene That Should Have Been - At the SanDiego Comiccon, The Russo Brothers explained that they had originally planned for Thanos to kill 2014!Captain America, and use his severed head to taunt the remaining Avengers. This is my idea on how this scene would have been.

😱 Where Did He Go?  - Tony’s funeral from the point of view of his daughter, Morgan.

[myst3ry-pl4nt]

Hello Tumblr I need your written assistance!

There are two fanfics I want to write! Not sure which one to start with, so whichever people want to see more of would be the first one!

1. Alex good ending fic,, it's just a short little thing where he gets to be happy at the end and it's a day without a caretaker and how he goes about those kinds of days

2. Jay fic that'd be an x reader bc holy shit it's lacking,, esp on the representation side. it would be gender neutral or masc leaning or dare i even say trans,,,, prob would go for GN just to be safe tho,,, anyway it would be stuff with ALF and i will definitely have Jay lose his pinky bc i said so and that's how i draw him.

I want y'all to understand when I write, it's usually always angst and no comfort. These two would be out of that zone (hopefully) I'm use to so I want suggestions and feedback.

The Jay fic might be hurt/comfort but I'm not sure yet!

What kind of suggestions do I need?

Alex:

- daily chores

- things he finds difficult

- how long after the movie this takes place

- favorite food, drink, movie, etc.

- hobbies and things he does to pass the time

- anything else you think of that might do some good!!

Jay:

- missions

- reader traits (ex: biting nails)

- alias/code name

- genre/theme (ex: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, etc.)

- character hobbies [each ALF character having a hobby + the readers hobby]

- anything you think might be good to include!!

My ask box is open for this!!

if you need examples of past writing,, this is my ao3 but please understand that some things are older than others and that's not in posting order,,

[myst3ry-pl4nt]

I just wanted to share a little update with this !! Since I've already told many friends, I'll also share it here! Here is part of the first paragraph, still raw and not touched up !!

" Mornings always started cold. Even with the layers of blankets that engulfed him, Alex never found it easy to stay comfortably warm after his run in with Dover. He always found himself either too hot or too cold, waking up with the blankets kicked as far away as possible or the occasional thin sheet partially covering him. This was the likely reason for the start of his days being chilly if not the lingering feeling that came with having been stuck in a shower. However, it's days like these that it feels especially cold and loneliest. "

Not the happiest start but I promise it gets better !!! I always have to start my fics a bit angsty, sorry 🕺

I would like the alex jones one!! I meed as much happiness for him as possible 🥺 I feel like hobbies he may have would be coloring. He'll draw cars and occasionally a maze and it just breaks your heart. He likes when you make him home cookies because he's used to packaged food and will stand over your shoulder the entire time lol

I've got my first sentence for both fics down already, the Alex one has a somber start but it's going to be wholesome I promise !!

Thank you so much for the ideas !!! I agree, he would be a bit of an artist. I bet he's the best one around too. I definitely see him coloring cars and maybe unknowingly drawing mazes, which makes me very sad to think about so thank you for that suggestion.

WITH THE COOKIES !! ARGH I LOVE TJAT!! Imagine he tries to sneak in eating some of the raw cookie dough too, like you turn away for a split second as he watches you make them and he just tries to take a tiny spoonful of the dough just yknow out of curiosity. Do I think he'd do it? I'm not entirely sure but something tells me he definitely thinks about it....

No bc now I'm smiling and thinking about how to add this into the story bc I'm sold no way that this is the first suggestion and I'm dead set on it lol