booty pics ⇔ nick robinson

TWENTY-FIVE.

DAY SIX OF LIVING TOGETHER.

"nicholas, what are we doing for halloween?"

"we?"

"oh! well i- sorry, i just assumed."

"i've never seen you so flustered, emerson. has someone caught feelings?"

"no!"

"what do you want to do for halloween?"

"well, we could go to a party! or maybe a haunted house?"

"i was thinking about staying home and watching horror movies while giving out candy."

"nicholas, no ones going to call here."

"true. but i still have an excuse to buy a ton of candy."

"you're such a child!"

"really? because i know you're secretly plotting to go trick or treating!"

"what? where did you get such a stupid idea?"

"i heard you asking the bellboy downstairs where is the best places for trick or treating."

it was moments like these that nick adored, when emerson's cheeks turned ripe red and she tried to hide her embarrassment under the tough facade she wore everyday.

"i-i did no such thing, nicholas!"

"do you want to go trick or treating, baby?"

"no! i'm a big girl and big girls go to parties, daddy."

this was the first time they had ever laughed together, no matter how hard emerson tried to keep a straight face.

"did you seriously just call me daddy?"

"yes."

"that was so weird but kinda hot though, i'm not going to lie."

"well i'm pretty hot."

"that you are, princess."

"so what horror movies do you suggest for halloween?"

"aw you just want me all to yourself."

"maybe i'm secretly plotting to murder you on halloween and offer your body as a sacrifice to satan. ever think of that, nicholas?"

"no. but now that i'm thinking about that sounds extremely sexy. can we do role play of that in bed?"

"stop sexualizing my satanic cult!"

"you're too cute for a cult, baby."