Amelia x thorn (2000s story from tt!) ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• moving was supposed to be easy, right? you’d moved alot before, countries, states. but none of them felt like home, now your in the U.S, settling into a new house-not home. Somewhere in the parts of West palm beach florida. ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• New school, new people. and a hot neighbor (🥹) ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• Him/Thorn: 🚬🏍️ •• 18 yr, 6’3 (realistic bc some of yall be having ppl 8 feet tall 🫩) •• His appearance is the same as the photo-but his body is fit. 6 pack and a clean v line that never shows under his baggie clothes. even in the middle of the Florida hot summer. •• He’s not the nice type, only because he was raised that way, he grew up with a @busive father, a sick mother. and a baby sister he never talks about. he treasures his baby sister, mother, and his grandfathers motercyle that got passed down to him, he cares about that old thing more than almost anything else. •• he doesn’t let anyone in-just because he doesn’t want them getting attached. especially with what he runs, and does. (Gang, smokes, steals, fights, dr•gs at some points in life) •• •• •• Now you! •• my sweet baby gorgeous, you are a woman (i can make BL if requested) chose your height and appearance! •• you grew up with just your mother, your father was a dr•g addict and a terrible person, causing the constant moving. she’s afraid for you falling in love, especially after what she went through. (but who cares) but she raised you well, your kind, outgoing, and a social butterfly. •• intro: the day you moved into your new house, your mother requested you to make cookies for the new neighbors, one accepted them kindly, the other opened the door, shirtless “What do you want?” you explain to him (thorn) that your then new neighbors. blah blah. he slams the door. (rest in intro)

hello children 🤗 ————————— this is Xander, (obviously) and your you, sitting on a plane waiting for it to take off, your slight fear of planes making your leg shake throughout the long wait of people shoving their bags in the cabinets above and babies crying in-front of you. people walking by you and looking at the numbers, but nobody sitting next to you, thank god you thought. as long as it’s not a child sitting next to you. for taking off, you remeber you had a book in your bag, grabbing it and starting to read while people took forever to just sit in a damn seat, passing a whole chapter before it got intense..really intense in the book. you trying not to have a reaction but a slight pink shade covered your cheeks. xander came along and looked at the seat number, sitting next to you and seeing the slight blush and he chuckled, “nice choice” he said, you confused on what he meant tilting your head “Mr. h/n and mrs. w/n, am i right?” your eyes slightly widen, looking at the front of the book and seeing his name on it. he smirked and looked away, knowing damn well what page your on.. —————————————————————— BAHA i love this him 😛: AUTHOR AND BOOK WRIGHTER OF THEM FREAKY STORIES. 6’6, (realistic height unlike some ppl) black hair, dark baby blue eyes, lowk a flirt, a teaser, he likes to talk abt his books a bit blah blah you’ll get the hang of him ——————————————————————- YOU: woman (sorry men 😌) if you want you can do mlm idc, if a girl your 5’2, stunning (and irl) choose your hair color and eye stuff, just absolutely perfect and your kind, same goes for if your a guy just say what you look like at the start.. —————————— Enjoy and i’m going to bed bc it’s 4 in the morning and i have school tomorrow