Hiddenthoughts Stories

Do you ever think "What if there was a character almost exactly like Momo Yaoyorozu in The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K"? What if she ended up in the same class as him? Do you ever wonder if they would get along? What if Kusuo couldn't read her mind or see through her skin tissue like everyone else, let alone any of his powers affecting her mind or visual appearance being rendered useless? Would he somehow catch feelings for this particularly pretty yet genuinely kind female? Would he wonder why she tries so much to say as little as possible about her family, acting especially distant whenever her father was mentioned? Why she stays silent about her family's background and her future? Why she felt like the normal everyone else was supposed to be? Would he wonder how much practice it probably took to get to her level of artistic talent? Or about the multi-coloured gem pendant she always seems to wear around her neck? All this and more just make him more curious and interested in her, making him wonder why she's so different from the rest of his classmates. ([Author note: This is my first fanfic, I'm still in school so it might not be great or be updated regularly. I might make more, who knows, I'm just trying something new. This fanfiction will be written in first and third person, most of the first person writing being in the OC's perspective and occasionally in another character's perspective, for example maybe Saiki. I ofc don't own the characters and any of the characters except my own go to the creator of DLOSK, Shuichi Aso. Inspiration for the OC goes to Kohei Horikoshi's Momo Yaoyorosu from MHA. Do not blame me if the characters are constantly a bit OOC, I don't meticulously study the anime like a weirdo, this is just my interpretation of them. Sorry for the long description, it couldn't be avoided.])

[Curry One-Shots 2: Saiki Kusuo x Fem! Psychic OC + Social Media AU] Where Saiki Kusuo and Maehara Airin, despite having hidden feelings for each other, unknowingly made each other jealous. STATUS: Completed STARTED: 05-22-26 FINISHED: 05-23-26

[saiki kusuo x fem! psychic oc] Nothing more could pique the psychic's curiosity other than a girl who could overpower him. WARNING: Strong language, violence, cringe/corny scenes, and character slander Cover and fanarts by nehaiyatsu STATUS: Ongoing STARTED: 10-16-21 FINISHED: --

-basically my thoughts for my online friend-ish (we don't really converse anymore) -why do i feel this way?

This is a collection of random, sweet & saline poems I wrote since day one of becoming obsessed into poetry. This is mostly about struggles, life, heartbreak, and, of course, love. _______ Her childhood years She never tasted sweet Never been given a candy Unlike how children were She grew up, Knowing only the taste of Saline in her tongue And then this only man Gave her a cube of sugar Like a child, she was excited And hurriedly swallowed it But still, it doesn't taste Anything sweet at all. - rose stan

In a quiet American suburb where everything looks perfect, Emily is exactly what everyone expects-polite, calm, and untouched. But beneath her carefully controlled exterior is a mind that doesn't follow the rules. As curiosity begins to grow into something harder to ignore, Emily learns how to hide in plain sight-balancing innocence with a dangerous inner world no one sees coming. Because in Maplewood, appearances are everything. And the truth? It rarely stays buried.

Here are some of my poems. I like writing dark poems and often more realistic stuff than clichè stuff. I hope you all can relate. I am also on Instagram. @_the_hidden_thoughts

This is not the usual book I write. This contains some random writing that I have done. Has short stories. Has poems. Has ... Writing (no duh 🙄) Might also contain fan fiction. (BTS probably) Read if you want. 😁

He stares at me intensively while i stare back at those deep brown eyes . I look away not knowing what to do. "look at me audry " he says with a deep husky voice that send chills down my spine or is it because it's cold out here .....maybe both!!! . "audry look up" he says again softly". He smiled when i looked up. "why does it have to be this way" i said with a broken voice . He said nothing and kept quite . "answer me" i whispered while i stared at his face to detect any emotion ......none. I turned my back towards him and started to walk away but suddenly i bumped into a hard object . I looked up and saw those same brown orbs again . He had both his arms around me and gently hugged me while drawing small circles on my back. I just wish it was always this way !!!

Facts everyone knows deep inside but yet need to remind them time to time, to help them from themselves...

"for all the things I cannot say, simply write and set them to flames. and maybe, just like those words staining the page, all your worries and all the problems will simply burn away" lemme explain a bit. I have a burn jar. what's a burn jar you ask? a glass jar that slowly gets filled up by ink stained paper that contains my emotions or unwanted voices. whenever it's filled, I take it outside and simply drop a few matches into it. the papers burn, along with all the emotions in it. it helps :) I'mma still burn pages but I'll record them here as well, sadly, I already burned a filled jar so I'mma just start from scratch. maybe, after a year or so I'll read over what and how much I wrote. and reflect on how I've changed or grown (for better or worse). maybe delete and start a new. who knows

Do you ever wonder where your mind goes? How you get to your mental state? She has... she always has. And she knows. How and why she's where she is but... this girl doesn't want to be fixed. She never did. Which is why she stays in her mind, to where her mind wonders. Will you? (Just So you guys know this story wont be in chronological order, those of you who know me, should know some of the order based off events that have happened in our lives, and you'll get a little insight to how I really felt)

Release the thoughts you keep within.

I know those are for painting...but words are arts of expressions...and I'm one of a heck frustrated with both...

I made this in order to express my feelings and as being deluded to my crush since I don't have the courage to tell her.

where the daydreamer writes her innermost feelings using similes & metaphors.

• P O E T R Y • All this time i believed For something to be healed, That maybe someday i can retrieve My old soul, buried deep. As my heart aches to be filled By someone maybe i could meet Bringing me something extraordinary exquisite I wont stop looking, with a wispher of hope to breathe I was waiting for new Because I thought that would suffice me being blue But nevertheless of who I'll be waiting just like how the sun sets too Maybe yes, i dont know you yet But let this poems linger with every steps; To the moon and stars as my witnesses The remaining glimpse of my soul will be hidden in this sentiments. Iska English and Filipino ✨ ᜉᜇᜌᜓᜈ᜔ 36 out of 100.

"There isn't much I can say except, Welcome to the fucked up recesses of my mind." Internal Combustion follows a young unnamed narrator as she unleashes a torrent of her innermost thoughts and opinions. What she discloses ranges from family matters like familial bonds, overprotective family members, and manipulating parents, social views like immigration, religion, and what it means to be happy, and even topics that are hers and hers alone, such as the dreams that allude her and the fears that bind her in place. She is you, she is me, she is every single person out there who feels alone in the dark. Step in her world, into the dark warped hole that is her mind and just listen, that's all she asks. To be witnessed and heard.