#xvoleur

[txt] Sorry... Amazing Fuckin’ X-Man. [txt] A nightclub. After-hours, no innocent bystanders.  [txt] Three-grand for the job, and your silence about who hired you.

There’s a plate of fresh pancakes unceremoniously shoved in Remy’s direction, the blond immediately turning around to grab some of the cookware and drop it off into the sink. He swipes a dish rag off the table, wiping away at some flour clinging to the side of his face “They uh----taste better with fruit, but I couldn’t find any.” 

(( omg lmao XDD im blind goodbye

      A gentle smiled touched the small woman’s lips. In that moment, he had sounded so much like Wade. They seemed to share a belief that they didn’t deserve happiness, that they might mess it up. Perhaps that’s why Wade had fallen for him? They had an understanding in their own insecurities. “It’s Remy, right?” She asked, more out of politeness. “You don’t have to worry, I try to keep an eye on him... Not that I’d tell him that, he doesn’t like when I fuss.” Her lips pulled into a playful smirk now, imagining a rather miffed Wade saying how he can take care of himself.