Bias (415 bias stories)
Requests Temporarily Closed! Give me the song, your bias or your ship and if you have an Original Character to be paired.
"He notices your brown nails, and even not knowing why, he knows that when they’re brown, he had done something wrong and needs to fix it."
A quick fluff I made because I've been having Hoseok feels lately.
That one question you can't escape
I was feeling emotional lately towards my bias and so yup. This is just my confided feelings that I can't tell anyone so i will write it on here and hopefully he sees it (lol jk that would never happen).
it's perhaps a diary, or you can call it with anything else because it's one side POV it's from the writer (you) POV it's like a sound from inside your mind i get this inspiration from my friend she wrote her own and she called it as a flash fiction not really a fan fiction if you want to know her, ask me on my ask.fm account : https://ask.fm/ruthkristi
This was originally supposed to be for the Winter 30 Day Challenge thing, but I gave up. Congrats, y'all get an optional bias oneshot!
Hello everyone! After being away for so long I wanted to get back into AFF. I've many many maaaaany different dreams about k-pop idols. They made me want to live in my dreams~~ So I've decided to post them here for you guys^^ All of these are from a journal
I will finally break free from his grasp, and live my dream, without any interruptions from society, without any interruptions from anyone, without any interruptions from him.
"Let's not fall in love, we don't know each other very well yet." How can I not fall in love when I've already fell?
Description : inspired by the recent events in America. He is a Asian male living in Asia with his African American Wife Amhara and daughter Abrihet he is speaking on the issues that he has observed about his wife and her counrty. This is my first story so please leave many coments on things that need to be changed and things tha
We'll always be together, won't we? "Because I miss you, I tried to draw you once more. Trying to fix the broken pencil again But even with my efforts, it doesn’t go well. The brightly smiling you. Your smile which I treasured, Compared to the paper in my heart Is even whiter, so it doesn’t appear." I quietly sang, even if no one was actually there to hear me.