LaurenDmm300
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Requested by a whole bunch of people (I think @PhoenixOrNah , @SaraLanceCanary , @KendraHawk and @Rougeofnjh . Sorry if I missed anyone) for @XxLiazaliaxX to do, but since she isn't gonna do it, I have! 
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Wolfix Oneshot: "Unknown Childhood Sweethearts"
Pixie sat on the edge of her bed, staring out the window. She was waiting for him, the flame that kept her warm, the motivation that kept her going, the love that kept her alive.
As his car sped nearer, it started slowing down, so he could park in Pixie's house's driveway without smashing anything (like how he did the first time he came as the driver instead of the passenger). Pixie saw her sister, Phoenix, look up from where she was playing with their puppy, Chocolate. What a great name for a puppy.
As she stood up and lean out her window, Pixie heard Phoenix shouting some sort of greeting to him. Something along the lines of "Hey retard, come to fk Pixie up?"
Pixie seriously didn't know why Phoenix shipped her with someone she called a retard. Or maybe it's because she knows that Pixie likes him.
Pixie looked back down, and saw him staring up at her. Feeling flustered, Pixie drew the blinds and took deep breathes. One thing she hated about him was that he would always remind her what butterflies felt like when he was around her.
There was a knock on the door. Taking one last deep breathe, Pixie opened the door. Before her stood a surprised male who burst out laughing a second later.
"Um, Wolfie?" Pixie looked at the male, who was now holding onto the wall to prevent himself from falling.
"Y-Your hair," Wolfie managed to cough out in between laughs. Pixie ran to the mirror she had on her dressing table and covered her mouth as soon as she saw her nest of hair.
It was a mess. A complete, utter, mess. It was then that Pixie mentally facepalmed herself. She had just woken up from a nap, and of course she forgot to comb her hair.
Typical Pixie.
Pixie frantically brushed her hair with her comb, then invited Wolfie in. He looked slightly disappointed when he saw Pixie had brushed her hair into a somewhat neat pile atop her head.
"You know, you looked cuter with your messy bedhead just now. You should've kept it," Wolfie pouted, which just made Pixie laugh.
"Oh yeah, I should've kept hair that would end up strangling me," Pixie rolled her eyes, sarcasm set in her every word. Wolfie chuckled.
"Duh. Then I wouldn't have to deal with you," Wolfie smiled. Pixie did the exact opposite.
"You don't love me? What? I thought we were friends, how could you?!" Pixie crossed her arms and pouted, something Wolfie found extremely adorable.
"You know, in the 13 years I've known you, you never really did something worth loving you for," Wolfie smirked. Pixie frowned.
"Excuse me, but who was the person who helped you through all the s♥♥♥ you've faced?" Pixie asked. Wolfie rolled his eyes. The answer was so obvious.
"My mother, who else?" Wolfie laughed until he was coughing, while Pixie just frowned.
There was a call from Phoenix, who was asking to enter.
"... but you know, if you're doing that stuff, you don't have to get up just to open the door for me. I'd rather not see the naked bodies of-"
"SHUT THE HECK UP, PHEENIE!!" Pixie's scream made Wolfie cover his ears to block out the noise, but the words still rung in his mind.
"You're the worst sister ever, Pheenie. You do know that, right?" Pixie mumbled. Wolfie just rolled his eyes at their childish sisterly love and chuckled.
Wolfie lay down, staring up at Pixie's dark, brown hair, hair that called to him to comb his hand through it, hair that flew everywhere in the wind. As Pixie turned to look at Wolfie, he caught her eyes. The green eyes that held the essence of nature and lead into her soul.
"Hey Pixie?" Wolfie gulped as he got up. It was about time she knew.
"Yes?" Pixie's voice drowned Wolfie. He was stuck in her curse, and he loved it. He took a deep breathe and said the words he'd kept inside for so long.
"I love you."
'What? Did he just say what I think he said?' Pixie's heart raced, her mind jumbled with thoughts.
"W-What?" Pixie finally choked out. She stared at him, the boy she'd known all her life, and loved for more than half of it. The boy with hair which held the essence of darkness, eyes which told stories of their own, and lips which spoke strings of words the sound of a beautiful song.
"I love you," Wolfie repeated. "I have since I met you and will continue until the end of time." He grinned.
"And it's fine if you don't return the feelings, I don't-" Wolfie never got to finish his sentence. He was interrupted by the taste of Pixie's lips on his own, the taste of sweet cherries ripe from its bush, picked in just the right season.
As their lips parted, Pixie grinned.
"I love you too, you Idiot."
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Wolfix Oneshot: "Unknown Childhood Sweethearts"
Pixie sat on the edge of her bed, staring out the window. She was waiting for him, the flame that kept her warm, the motivation that kept her going, the love that kept her alive.
As his car sped nearer, it started slowing down, so he could park in Pixie's house's driveway without smashing anything (like how he did the first time he came as the driver instead of the passenger). Pixie saw her sister, Phoenix, look up from where she was playing with their puppy, Chocolate. What a great name for a puppy.
As she stood up and lean out her window, Pixie heard Phoenix shouting some sort of greeting to him. Something along the lines of "Hey retard, come to fk Pixie up?"
Pixie seriously didn't know why Phoenix shipped her with someone she called a retard. Or maybe it's because she knows that Pixie likes him.
Pixie looked back down, and saw him staring up at her. Feeling flustered, Pixie drew the blinds and took deep breathes. One thing she hated about him was that he would always remind her what butterflies felt like when he was around her.
There was a knock on the door. Taking one last deep breathe, Pixie opened the door. Before her stood a surprised male who burst out laughing a second later.
"Um, Wolfie?" Pixie looked at the male, who was now holding onto the wall to prevent himself from falling.
"Y-Your hair," Wolfie managed to cough out in between laughs. Pixie ran to the mirror she had on her dressing table and covered her mouth as soon as she saw her nest of hair.
It was a mess. A complete, utter, mess. It was then that Pixie mentally facepalmed herself. She had just woken up from a nap, and of course she forgot to comb her hair.
Typical Pixie.
Pixie frantically brushed her hair with her comb, then invited Wolfie in. He looked slightly disappointed when he saw Pixie had brushed her hair into a somewhat neat pile atop her head.
"You know, you looked cuter with your messy bedhead just now. You should've kept it," Wolfie pouted, which just made Pixie laugh.
"Oh yeah, I should've kept hair that would end up strangling me," Pixie rolled her eyes, sarcasm set in her every word. Wolfie chuckled.
"Duh. Then I wouldn't have to deal with you," Wolfie smiled. Pixie did the exact opposite.
"You don't love me? What? I thought we were friends, how could you?!" Pixie crossed her arms and pouted, something Wolfie found extremely adorable.
"You know, in the 13 years I've known you, you never really did something worth loving you for," Wolfie smirked. Pixie frowned.
"Excuse me, but who was the person who helped you through all the s♥♥♥ you've faced?" Pixie asked. Wolfie rolled his eyes. The answer was so obvious.
"My mother, who else?" Wolfie laughed until he was coughing, while Pixie just frowned.
There was a call from Phoenix, who was asking to enter.
"... but you know, if you're doing that stuff, you don't have to get up just to open the door for me. I'd rather not see the naked bodies of-"
"SHUT THE HECK UP, PHEENIE!!" Pixie's scream made Wolfie cover his ears to block out the noise, but the words still rung in his mind.
"You're the worst sister ever, Pheenie. You do know that, right?" Pixie mumbled. Wolfie just rolled his eyes at their childish sisterly love and chuckled.
Wolfie lay down, staring up at Pixie's dark, brown hair, hair that called to him to comb his hand through it, hair that flew everywhere in the wind. As Pixie turned to look at Wolfie, he caught her eyes. The green eyes that held the essence of nature and lead into her soul.
"Hey Pixie?" Wolfie gulped as he got up. It was about time she knew.
"Yes?" Pixie's voice drowned Wolfie. He was stuck in her curse, and he loved it. He took a deep breathe and said the words he'd kept inside for so long.
"I love you."
'What? Did he just say what I think he said?' Pixie's heart raced, her mind jumbled with thoughts.
"W-What?" Pixie finally choked out. She stared at him, the boy she'd known all her life, and loved for more than half of it. The boy with hair which held the essence of darkness, eyes which told stories of their own, and lips which spoke strings of words the sound of a beautiful song.
"I love you," Wolfie repeated. "I have since I met you and will continue until the end of time." He grinned.
"And it's fine if you don't return the feelings, I don't-" Wolfie never got to finish his sentence. He was interrupted by the taste of Pixie's lips on his own, the taste of sweet cherries ripe from its bush, picked in just the right season.
As their lips parted, Pixie grinned.
"I love you too, you Idiot."
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