#alex starter

[meaningofgray]

Alex stood behind the wall, letting out a breath as he waited for his parents to go out of view. He turned, noticing someone behind him. He knew he must have looked a little weird. “Should I admit that I am 28 years old and I am hiding from my parents?” he said with a laugh.

[axtowrites]

Alex hated this town. Her memories of Silver Creek had been buried years ago, shoved into a mental box and left to rust and rot, and she had been happy with things that way, thank you very much. But it was just their luck that, eventually, a lawyer managed to track her down - which is how they learned that their grandmother was dead, they were the sole inheritor of her will, and that they now owned the cottage and everything else she had left in Silver Creek. Part of her wanted to sell it all off, sight unseen, wash her hands of it and let someone else do the work of getting rid of memories she didn’t care to remember. But making bad decisions was all she did anymore, it seemed, and two days ago she had stepped back into that cottage for the first time in fifteen years - only to turn around and walk right back out. The second day hadn’t gone much better - so here she was, sitting on a barstool at what she had been told was the spot to be at night, thankfully left alone by others. At least, until someone approached her, spotted out of the corner of her eye, and Alex sighed, speaking before they had a chance to. “Unless you’re buying me a drink or have a very convincing reason I should consider fucking you, this seats taken.”

[superlustersnew52]

Alex’s New Boss

open to women

When Alex’s memories of the old world had been restored, they’d replaced her memories of the new world. She’d been told that her memories of the new world would come back over time, but for now, they were gone.

And that was a problem. Because she now had no idea why she’d been wearing a butt plug at work. And, apparently, the DEO was owned by a private company on this world, too...and Alex had no idea who her boss was now.

Alex didn’t have long to wonder about that, though, nor did she have time to take the plug out, before she’d been called to a meeting with her new boss.

“You wanted to see me, ma’am?” Alex asked as she walked into the meeting room. Her boss was absolutely gorgeous...

The windows in the meeting room soon darkened until there were pitch black, and could not be seen through (that was new), and Alex soon found herself bent over the table, a hand groping her ass (that was also new).

It seemed that the questions of why she was wearing a butt plug and who her new boss was were related...

[consteilaticns]

open to: 40+ F

plot: alex and your muse had an affair 10 years ago but it ended due to the age gap and your muse’s marriage. they’re seeing each other for the first time since then, and old feelings are still underlying. read about alex here!

usually when alex was in work mode, nothing could throw her. but while she was in the middle of schmoosing with some big shot tech developed, she stopped dead in her tracks, spotting the other across the room. it had been a long time. 10 years at least, but it was undeniably her. she didn’t know what to do- whether she should go up to her, or ignore her. it had been long enough that there were no hard feelings- or so she thought- but it had been such a long time that this first meeting was sure to be awkward. her feet seemed to have made her decision for her, as she found herself drifting towards the other, unsure of what she would say when they were finally face to face

[axtolatry-archive]

Open to: f/m/nb Connection: shopper at the sex store Alex works at, or someone interested in her “side business” (drug dealing) It’s been a slow day at the store, and Alex is horrifically bored. Shes painted her nails twice and removed the polish out of boredom already, and no one’s even tried to text her with any interest in her side business. So here she is, idly browsing tinder and lingerie websites in turn, slumped behind the counter, half hidden from view - not that anyone could see her, considering the windows had all been painted over, denying her even the chance to look out and watch traffic. And then, like the sheer power of her boredom had summoned them - the bell above the door gave a soft chime as someone entered, causing the brunette to sit upright, gaze swinging to see who had just become the first customer she’d seen in what seemed like hours. 

[axmonuni]

She’s pretty sure this party was supposed to have been students only at its conception, but really, Alex doesn’t care. The greek life houses always had the best parties in her opinion, which was really based on how easily the good shit flowed, and how likely it was that she’d get laid, and the student parties were always full of cheap beer and slightly better drugs, and had the bonus of none of her more “serious” coworkers to deal with the morning after. So here she was, pushing through the crowd, flask of vodka nearly empty, her “slutty nun” costume already hiked up high enough to leave her in danger of flashing the room at any second, not that she cared. In fact, that was part of the fun for her. A break in the crowd gave her the chance to slip into the kitchen, and the brunette couldn’t help but smirk as she approached the counter that was covered in booze and mixers, arching an eyebrow at the figure already standing in front of it. “So, what is it a girl has to do around here to get some booze, huh?” 

[oldestwounds]

@overnightheartbeats based on this

This kind of thing was exactly what Alex needed, the no strings of it all. He wasn’t entirely over Julie, he missed Mary like hell, but this helped him forget all of that, at least for a little while. He sat at the bar, positioned so he could see the doorway for when she entered. When she did, he offered a half wave of his hand, and called over the bartender to order the drink he knew she liked best. By the time she reached him, he slid the drink over to her, a slight smirk on his face. “Running late today Princess?” he teased

[galaxiiies]

closed starter for @scvaqes

“How are things in the neighborhood?” he asked, though he rarely make small talks. He figured he could use some right now since he’d move from his current house.