#ambersking

emery: gurl

emery: i was such a hoe last night

emery: plz tell me you got some

💀 for what my muse would say upon hearing about your muse’s death.

@moirasvnchez

tw: death, robbery, stabbing

“Moira, what the hell it’s like-” The male looks to his watch and yawns. “3 in the morning. What on Earth are you doing?” He asks as the pup in his room stirs and begins barking, leaving him to let her in and move to quiet the dog as to not wake his suitemates.

text: i-i’m

text: so was the...sex not great because you wanted your banana bread?

text: or did you want the banana bread because the sex wasn’t that great?

[saf]: you distracted me from checking my email

text: uh no?

text: and since when do you talk to stars, amb? that’s weird

text: what does it say about being an air-ess?

“Ambs--Amber what’s wrong?” Nic’s brows furrowed, her gaze landing squarely on the blonde in front of her. Amber King crying was one of few things that could launch Nic into instant kill mode--though you’d probably assume most things did. There was a difference between Nic being pissy and Nic’s wrath--do not get it twisted. People pissed her off a lot, but if someone made her people cry? There would be hell to pay on a extreme level. “Did someone hurt you? Was it that Leo guy? I swear to fucking god I’ll--” She cut herself off--she was jumping to conclusion and hadn’t given Amber a chance to speak. Still, if it was him--he could say ‘good bye’ to any chance off children at the very least. “You know you can tell me anything, right Amber? We’re sisters--I’ve got you. Always.” She said softly, pulling her into a bear hug, the way her brother always used to do for her. “I love you,” She whispered into her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Now what’s up Buttercup?”

[noah]: you’re a lot of work