Okay, here's a super short FourX fic I write on the train today. It's written from X's POV

Just like Euler's identity

I never thought I would say this to myself, but I love you.

It's been so long since we've met for the first time but I still remember that day like it was yesterday. You helped me find my value, you gave me an identity, something that I can be. You were the first friend I ever made. Ever since I left The Expression Playground to look for a place where I was equal to others but never had a value I felt so lonely. Among the integers I felt small, weak, helpless. Noone really cared for a small, nameless variable I was before. But then you appeared in my life, you liked me, you wanted to spend with me. You introduced me to all of your amazing friends, everyone were so nice to me. But even among everyone else, you stood out. We've had so much fun everyday, I even forgot that I had a life before our meeting. Back home everyone were worried sick about me, especially Y and Z. But I didn't have to come back home, because you let me live with you, in your house.

Sometimes I wish I could come back to the past and tell you how much I love you now. But back then I was young, I barely understood the world around me. I didn't even realize you were always in love me, even when we were kids. But now that we went through so much together I finally understand why you always cared about me much than anyone else, even your own siblings.

Whenever I look at you, I feel my temperature rising, my heartbeat accerilating, my face turning deep orange. You make me so happy, even your simple presence in front of me. You're so amazing, so powerful, so charismatic, so... beautiful. Just like Euler's identity. I'm so happy that I can spend the rest of my eternal life with you. You're my everything, you're my value, Foury... ♡

Messy Bestie

Addison and Ashley have been best friends since pre-k. They were inseparable. There was never a time Addison was seen without Ashley. They were more than best friends; in fact, they were like sisters. When you saw them together, it was as if they were only one person.  They’ve lived next door to one another since birth. Their parents went on summer vacations together. One time, Addison’s dad wrote a recommendation letter for Ashely’s dad to work in the city at the mayor’s office. He saved their family from losing their home to the bank.

Addison’s dad, Austin was the sheriff of the town. He was very well respected. No one committed any crimes in the rural area thanks to her dad. He’s solved every crime that has ever been committed. The community admired him. Her mom, Lisa was more admirable than Austin. She owned the only women’s boutique. The nearest clothing store was Walmart unless you drove about 200 miles to the mall down the highway. Every woman within the 100-mile distance visited Lisa’s store. She knows every woman from each town from the west to the east and south to the north. One year she threw a birthday party and every convenience store, gas station, restaurant, and grocery store closed in town. It was as if her birthday was a holiday.

Addison’s parents were the power couple with their beautiful daughter who was sweet as could be. Everyone in the middle school Addison attended looked up to her. All the girls and guys would stop and stare whenever she walked past. One time, Kristy was being bullied for wearing a pair of Chuck Taylor sneakers. Everyone laughed at her and called her poor. Addison went home and told her parents what Kristy was going through before asking them to buy her a pair of Chuck Taylor sneakers also. When Addison walked into the school the next day, everyone’s jaws dropped. Addison has changed the perspective of Chuck Taylor for all eighth graders. After Christmas break, every kid in the eighth grade had a pair of Chuck Taylor sneakers thanks to Addison.

Everyone loved her, she was perfect. Even more perfect than Ashley, who would be in Addison’s shoes if Austin and Lisa never meet. Ashley admired Addison more than the other eighth graders as if they weren’t best friends. When Addison was away, Ashley would melt. One year, Addison went to visit her grandma out of town and rumors say Ashley didn’t shower the entire time she was away. She just sat in her room, hiding under the covers while she cried and shook from anxiety. One year, Addison dressed as Thing 1 while Ashley dressed as Thing 2. Everyone thought it was super weird. It was funny how they thought it wasn’t weird Addison dyed her hair pink and cut bangs in it then the next day at school, Ashley had done the same thing.

I’ve been in school with Addison and Ashley since pre-k also. I stay on the same block in our neighborhood. Everyone admired their friendship, but I thought it was toxic. It was scary how they were the same. They even began to look alike after we left elementary school. In the back of my head, I always thought the day their friendship ends Ashley would end the world along with it. Although they were best friends, it was obvious Ashley admired the friendship more. Sometimes Addison would say nasty things to Ashley, but Ashley would ignore it. “Ew, your breath smells like crap!” She’d scream over the lunch table so the entire cafeteria could hear, and everyone would laugh. One day, I asked Ashley why she allows Addison to be snobby towards her and she replied, “Because I love her silly!”

The prediction I had of their toxic friendship was true. I knew that the end would be near once the inseparable duo broke ties the summer before we began high school. I never knew what the reason was, but my mind allowed me to think it was Ashley’s obsession with her bestie. Rumors are Ashley’s mom doesn’t know she and Addison aren’t friends anymore. She lies to her mom and tells made-up stories about ‘a joke Addison told today’ or Addison’s awesome cheerleading performance at the football game, although she watched from the top of the bleachers all alone. Some say she lied to her mom because she betrayed a great friendship. Others think she lies because she’s delusional and doesn’t notice her bestie isn’t exactly her bestie anymore. But I think it’s because Ashley wanted to live in Addison’s skin.

Ashley no longer stood in Addison’s shadow; she did everything alone now. Her hair was never styled, she wore a ponytail the entire school year which wasn’t her usual. As Dressing fashionably for class was no longer a priority, she wore baggy jeans and big sweatshirts. All the friends she had when we were in eighth grade, no longer spoke to her since Addison didn’t speak to her. She walked around school like a zombie. With big and slow steps, I could feel the pain of emotion in each one she took. Although Ashley and I didn’t speak much, I felt for her. I’ve seen how bright she could be since we were five years old. She has let herself go and if “give up” was a person, it would, unfortunately, be Ashley.

I sat with Ashley every day during our lunch period. I couldn’t stand to watch the stares and glances she received. I thought if maybe just one person joined her, she wouldn’t look like an outcast. Although we sat together, we never spoke. She just keeps her head down while she eats snacks from the vending machine. I only see the top of her head. She never looks me in the face. Every day I give myself a pep talk before lunch to speak to her. “Hey Ashley, how are you?” I would practice under my breath. I’d be crazy to ask her that, I can see how she’s doing. I want to ask her why Addison cut ties of their friendship, but I know that’s not my place. I know why I haven’t said anything to her, but I’m not sure why she doesn’t speak to me. Maybe she thinks I’m the weird one for not speaking. She may not say anything to me, but I know she appreciates me sitting with her.

I looked around the lunchroom and saw Addison sitting with her usual group of friends most would call ‘popular’. Addison didn’t have one bestie anymore; she had an entire clique. They followed everything she did. They were sort of her pets. They stood outside the bathroom door until she finished her business. I even heard they do all her homework and assignments in class. I watched her as she laughed and joked at the lunch table. Her dark hair fell to her waist with highlights of pink and blue extensions. Her crop top shirt showed off her awesome cheerleader abs and body. Her smile was gorgeous, especially when she showed her bright pearly white teeth. Everyone loved Addison at our old middle school the year before, but now we’re in high school she has even more power than before. There’s triple the number of guys and girls to drool over her.

After lunch is 4th period, US History class. I sat in the back of the room as I waited for class to begin. I’m usually always the first one here while others take their time getting back from lunch. I was shocked to see Ashley early also. Every class she’s late, sometimes she doesn’t come at all. If my perfect ex-best friend was in the same class as me, I probably would skip too. I watched her as she grabbed a bottle of liquid out of her bag and napkins. She took her normal big and slow steps as she walked toward Addison’s assigned seat. I felt a panic fall upon me as she held the bottle upside down it dripped onto the desk. What is she doing? I was afraid. I knew Ashley wasn’t her old self and I was scared. The old Ashley wouldn’t hurt a fly. But the new Ashley, I wouldn’t underestimate her. She then took the napkins and wiped the substance off before sitting down.

As usual, she never looked at me. But she knew I saw. What has she done? Should I let an adult know? I was terrified. Ashley has turned into an entirely different person, and it seemed I didn’t know her anymore. What if it’s poison and she wants to murder Addison? My entire body was tense. My hands began to sweat, and my legs couldn’t stop shaking. I never felt fear before as I did now.

I jumped as the school bell rang and many students joined us in the class. The room felt dizzy, and everything was in slow motion as I watched Addison walk to her seat. My heart dropped as Ashley looked back at me and we locked eyes. She turned her head back to the front as our teacher began the lesson. I clenched my fist hard; I could feel my nails breaking the skin on my hand. Ashley hasn’t looked me in my face the entire school year, what did this mean suddenly? Was it a threat? I’m not sure, but the fear in my chest wouldn’t allow me to tell anyone anyway. In a matter of minutes, I convinced myself that I wouldn’t.

About fifteen minutes into class, I was ready to explode. My insides were hot, and I could feel my skin melting. I was too anxious to know what Ashley has done. Then, it finally happened. Addison began to cough randomly cough rapidly. They sounded painful as she wheezed for breath in between coughs. It started an irruption in the class. “Addison are you okay?” her friend asked. But Addison didn’t answer. Instead, she began to hold her throat tight with both hands. ‘Ashley is evil’ I thought to myself. She is going to kill Addison! Addison’s friend rushed by her side, “Oh my gosh! Your face!” she exclaimed. Addison’s face generalized hives all over. Although her skin was brown, she was red as a cherry.  Addison was having an allergic reaction!

I’ve only seen this once when we were in elementary school. Addison had an encounter with peanuts while on a field trip to the zoo. Her entire face resembled a red balloon and she coughed uncontrollably, just as she did now. Oh now, Ashley has done something evil. That liquid substance must have contained peanuts. My stomach felt quesey and I began to gag. Some students turned quickly and glanced at me before turning their attention back to Addison. The thought of Ashley causing harm to Addison made me sick!

I watched Ashley jump from her seat and towards Addison. “What are you doing weirdo?” Addison’s friend called out. Ashley ignored her as she went into Addison’s backpack and retrieved her EpiPen. Ashley knew that Addison kept an EpiPen in her backpack, and I did too. But for some reason, I remained stuck in my seat watching the horrific scene play out like a movie. Ashley stabbed the Epipen into Addison’s thigh through her blue jeans. I felt my stomach knotting again while I gagged heavily and loudly. I quickly grabbed my backpack before vomiting into it. I’ve never felt this worse in my life.

I’ve begged my mind to erase the images of that day. Every time I think about it, I think about how I could’ve prevented it. I sat at the lunch table alone as I watched Ashley and Addison across the cafeteria. They were talking and laughing with those who used to be only Addison’s friends. Ashley’s long black hair hung to her waist as Addison’s was also. They both had matching cheer uniforms for the rival basketball game tonight. Months have passed and I never told Ashley’s secret. I convinced myself that Ashley deserved the life she was living. I’ve seen how she is when she’s not friends with Addison. Being lonely, going through high school alone. She deserves the same opportunities as us all; to have a social life, to feel pretty, and be happy. Whom would I be to take that all from her?

I haven’t spoken a word to Ashley, but whenever she sees me, I’m greeted with “Hey friend!”. Followed by a fast wave and bright smile before she goes along with her day. My heart skips a few beats, and my stomach knots every time she says it. I fear Ashley. She’s capable of the worst, hurting someone you once cared for. I knew I would never tell anyone about what Ashley had done, because if she’d hurt someone she was obsessed over, imagine what she’d do to me.

The Zodiac Series: Book 1 - Capricorn - Bonus Content #3 (on Wattpad) 

Yep! You read right, another BRAND NEW bonus chapter for Capricorn because I’m so nice. If you’ve read the other bonuses and finished the story, its ok to read. If not, don’t it’s full of spoilers!!!!

https://www.wattpad.com/1294223359-the-zodiac-series-book-1-capricorn-bonus-content-3?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=FictionaIFantasies&wp_originator=H9ma7vwBjw092VqS89jcEjsA2Aws2JWSMdWbkQTYYu0QWgKoO1JN2ueVTocUtFYNqe6c7%2BRE7xT%2BtamhHuFIfHNaTCIUo42I2Wmp5e1TxQYRoL9WnFyuN2Lf0B4%2BwrFR 🥉3rd Place in Chick Lit at the 2022 Clouded Ink Awards🥉 🥈2nd Place in Chick Lit at the 2022 Rose Gold Awards🥈 🥉3rd Place in Chick Lit at the Red Carpet Awards 2021🥉 ✨ December 2021's "Who Said" (Female Lead) Reading List Selection by NewAdultReads ✨ ✨October 2022's "Soundtrack" Reading List Selection by MusicAmbassadors ✨ ✨November 2022's "Novel" Reading List Selection by WattpadLitFic ✨ ✨ Black History Month 2023 Feature by KimberlyWesley ✨ Adena Capricorn is proud that she's successful at only 23 years old. She's an art dealer at one of the most prestigious galleries in Manhattan. This Capricorn has it all, a great job, great girlfriends, and a loving husband. Until her world crashes down when she finds lipstick on her husband's shirt and finds help and solace in the most unexpected of places. How would a Capricorn handle this situation? Genre: Romantic Comedy/Chick Lit Rating: R (for language, strong sexual content) Starring: Aaliyah, Craig David, Taye Diggs Aesthetic: late 90s, early 2000s r&b/hip hop, aaliyah, biggie smalls, mya, lil kim, new york city, urban, present day, black art museums, african art #1 Rankings In #BlackFanfiction 🥇 #BlackDrama 🥇 Cover by @ShyGuySamurai * This is Book 1 of "The Zodiac Series" What's your zodiac sign? Are you an earth or water sign? Are you crabby like a Cancer or a headstrong bull like a Taurus? Whether you believe in astrology or not, the day you were born determines your zodiac sign and that can determine who you are. This practice has been around for eons. Your sign can determine who you are compatible with, your positive and negative traits, goals, and personality, even right down to a small detail like why Aquarians eyes always have that dreamy look about them. Each sign has a character, every character has a story. Is their story similar to yours? Or the opposite? ♈️♉️♊️♋️♌️♍️♎️♏️♐️♑️

Chapter 24

Kade 

Everything couldn’t be more perfect than it actually was. Chris and I’s little situationship was getting more solid than before. There was nothing that could ruin what we have going on. I was truly ready to see where this could go and hopefully for the future. As I was getting ready for bed. I couldn’t help but think about that day where shit was all fucked up. Keisha really was willing to protect herself from Keeis. I pray and hope that I’m never in that situation. 

I slowly scrolled through my Twitter TL and just liked and retweeted some post. As I kept scrolling something caught my eye. It looked like someone I followed from school liked something Kambria posted. 

@Bossbxtchkam : I can’t stand females who have to fuck it up for the rest of us. He doesn’t even like you Sis. 

I really didn’t have the energy to entertain her childish antics. She’s the one who wants to have such a problem with me over Chris. I don’t want him that badly but I’m not going to give up on our potential. I set my phone down on my nightstand and got comfy under my comforter blanket. For right now I’m going to ignore this sad cry for help. 

As my eyes were getting heavy. Sleep was approaching me faster than I could think. 

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My alarm was blaring loud disturbing my peaceful slumber. I was dreaming that everything with Chris and I was perfect. No distractions just vibes. My phone began vibrating violently on my nightstand. Grabbing my phone violently to stop the disturbance it was giving to my peaceful state of sleep. “Hello?” I answered and tapped the speaker. “T1. Have you checked your TL yet?” Mal asked as I yawned and rolled my eyes. “Girl no” I said as I exited the phone screen and tapped the Twitter app. “Well Kambria is coming for you motherfucking head Kade” Mal said as I was growing annoyed by the retweets and just the fact this girl had a problem with me. I haven’t done anything to her personally. What Chris and I have is between us. How was I suppose to know the girl was obsessed with the boy. I don’t blame her but damn girl step your game up. 

Mallory

My day was already starting off on the dramatic tip all because a thirsty ass bitch wants to try my best friend. She clearly didn’t want to come for her because I was always ready to research and discover receipts if needed. “Mally! Mally!” My twin brothers yelled in unison as they busted through my door. I couldn’t help but smile even though I didn’t like when they would do that. “Hi Boys” I said cheerfully as they both ran and hugged my legs. Those two practically almost knocked me down. “Alright! Alright!” I said laughing as they released me of their tight grip. “Mami says breakfast is ready!” They said in unison as it always creeped me out. “Ok I’ll be down in a minute” I said as I ruffled both of their curly heads. They turned in sync and ran out my door. 

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I could feel the tension as soon as I walked up to the Quad. I definitely don’t understand where Kambria’s animosity was coming from. We literally as a friend group welcomed her in and she wants to come for my best friend’s head? I walked up to the chaos that was going to ensue shortly. 

“I just want to talk Chris” Kambria said as she stood firm with her arms tightly crossed over her chest. Kade just sat quietly as she watched the interaction that was going on. “I already told you. There’s nothing to talk about dude” Chris said too nonchalantly. I wasn’t sure what was going on but I sure was going to find out. “Kade!” I whispered loudly to her. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. I motioned her to get up so we could talk. She slowly got up and walked towards me. “What the hell is going on?” I asked confused to all that was going on. 

“I was hanging out with Chris before first period starts and this bitch bombards her way over to us all upset” She said rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips. “I thought their little whatever the hell it was ended” I replied. “Well it is according to Chris but this bitch is hung up on some bullshit” Kade said then quickly looked over to Chris and Kambria arguing. 

“Look! I alright told you before it didn’t happen. Let the shit go man!” Chris yelled as he was growing upset as well. “Why can’t you just admit it to me!? If you did then I wouldn’t have to keep asking you to talk to me” Kambria yelled back. “Man get the fuck on. There’s nothing left to say man” Chris said as he turned his back to her and started walking towards us. 

“Chris, I’m pregnant!” Kambria said as I felt everything go black around me. 

The Last King (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/6kxtluQVOX Brielle, a New York native, moves to Los Angeles to pursue her professional dance career. In the process, she meets a special man that makes life worth while. That is until her deranged ex-boyfriend returns in the picture to shake things up. Love, death, and history causes Brielle to reach her breaking point. Will everything come crashing down with her?

Hey, uh, remember that "Loser meets Nine" fanfic I promised like 2 weeks ago? Well, I finally finished that, so have a read!

Your biggest fan

Another day began in Goiky as usual. The Sun rose, gracing the grounds of the planet with its light and warmth.

Battle For BFB ended a while ago and its contestants scattered all around the place, everyone having their own adventures. Loser, an ivory-colored cube-shaped former contestant, who was very well known for his tremendous popularity all across the Earth and even beyond it, was taking a morning stroll. He was enjoying the fresh morning breeze and whenever he passed by a fellow contestant he greeted everyone. Despite him losing his status as everyone's idol cube a lot of people still liked him quite a lot and Loser was still everyone's good buddy, if not best friend. And so, he walked, humming a simple melody to himself. All was great.

Just as Loser was passing another tree on his way, suddenly, a bright flash of light appeared right in front of him. It was so white and so bright that it almost blinded the little cube, forcing him to cover his eyes. And out of that flash came out something, or rather, someone. When Loser could finally open his eyes he saw the person in front of him: a white-colored number 9, who was noticably taller than Loser, who was already kind of short even compared to others of his own kind. The number appeared to be wearing sunglasses and a wide smirk on its face. It was pretty obvious that this stranger came from another world, but were they dangerous? Loser wondered. Just as he was about to ask the strange being, they spoke first, " Yo, top of the morning to ya! Do ya know if, like, Loser is around?"

Loser? That number beast was looking for him?

"Oh, I'm Loser", Loser replied.

Upon hearing that sentence the stranger lifted their sunglasses to take a better look and almost immidiately, their smirk turned into a wide grin, exposing their prominent fangs.

" Yoooo, Loser!! This really you, no way!", they exclamed happily.

" Do we know each other?", Loser asked, bewildered by the reaction.

" Like, yeah, of course you gotta know me! I'm your biggest fan!"

Loser was still confused about the situation he was currently in. Yes, he was aware of just how huge his popularity was and that its levels stretched beyond the planet he lives on. But he never actually had a chance to meet his otherwordly fans. That was, until the current moment. As he was still standing silent, the alien number approached him and stretched out their arm, presenting their four-fingered hand to Loser.

" Oh, you want my autograph?", Loser asked, much less suprised now. He was used to writing his name of his fans' bodyparts.

" Heck yeah, gimme!", Nine replied happily.

Just as Loser was about to note that he doesn't have anything to write with him, the alien snapped their fingers and out of their hand a marker came out. Loser eagerly took the offering and signed Nine's palm with his preffered signature.

" "From Loser to his biggest fan". Sweet!", Nine exclaimed. Loser smiled delightfully, happy to learn that his popularity attracts beings from other dimensions as well.

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