Overthinker Stories

"Stay right here," he instructed, and without another word, rushed inside. Avni stood at the entrance, confused but smiling faintly as she watched him hurry about. There was a boyish charm in his expressions, in the way he moved-eager, sincere, a little frantic. He looks so cute, she thought, her heart fluttering. Within seconds, Avyansh returned, carrying a pot filled with rice and a plate with a red liquid- kumkum. "Just two more minutes," he said quickly, and disappeared into the villa once again. Avni waited, her curiosity growing by the second. Soon, he returned, this time with an aarti thali. A small diya flickered on the plate, casting a warm glow across his face. He circled the plate in front of her, performing the aarti, then gently applied vermilion on her forehead. A soft sprinkle of rice followed. "That's your first time entering our villa," he said with a smile. "So your welcome is a must." Avni stared at him, wide-eyed and moved. "Now," he continued, "gently kick this pot with your right foot." She gave a small nod, smiling shyly as she nudged the pot forward with her foot. "Next, place your feet in the kumkum," Avyansh instructed. Her cheeks were already flushed, but now her whole face turned a deep red. She did as told, her delicate feet now stained with the auspicious red. Then, to her surprise, Avyansh knelt down and placed his white t-shirt on the floor in front of her. He held out his hand. "Now leave your footprints here, on this." "But... Avyansh ji-" Avni hesitated, touched and overwhelmed. He looked up at her with eyes full of reverence. "You know, Mumma always said a wife is like Goddess Lakshmi. But to me, you're not just Lakshmi-you're my universe, my everything... my God."

Hayashi Nozomi carries a name everyone fears - the daughter of a villain. Haunted by her past, burdened by perfectionism, she struggles to trust anyone... until Katsuki Bakugou refuses to see her as anything but herself. In a school full of heroes, can she find the strength to wield her quirk without losing herself? In a world that wants her to fail, will she learn to trust someone again? Or will the weight of her own perfectionism and past keep her trapped in the shadows forever? "You think I care who your parents are? You're you. That's what matters." The rigths of the Mha storyline belong to Kohei Horikoshi only. Only my Oc is my own idea and everything that doesn't happen during the manga.

For the days when the heaviest thing you carry is yourself.

collection of stories about....understanding

Miracle Deveraux Kind, forgiving, caring, smart and overall an amazing person. One of the nicest people anyone could get the pleasure of knowing. But she struggled to believe any of this, with each day that past. She thought she was: Annoying, incompetent, worthless, an attention seeker. Replaceable. You see she was always a happy girl growcing up until coming towards the end of middle School. In the beginning of 7th grade was when the torment began. Physically and mentally. She grew up disabled. She had cerebral palsy. Mathias DeLuca Rich kid, spoiled, lacrosse player, popular guy. Man whore personified. One of the biggest assholes you could ever come across. But what few failed to realize that he was more than that. Yes he was still kind of an asshole. Yet, he wasn't spoiled everything he got he had earned. He and his father were always close but they started drifting apart when his mother died in a car accident. This was several years ago. His father got remarried to lucious Wright's mother: Head of the school board. He and his father didn't always see eye to eye on things but they were still extremely close. When his mom died he started having panic attacks and nightmares about the night in question. He was broken and he needed a Miracle to fix him [Word Count: 70,000 - 80,000]

හදකට ගැහෙණු හැකි ද නොඇසෙන්න මතකෙට රිදෙනු නැතිද නොපෙනෙන්න පිහිතුඩෙන් ලියණු හැකි ද නොරිදෙන්න සියල්ලෙන් ම මා නිහඬ ඇයි ද නොසොයන්න" _H.M.M.H.Herath🖋️_

After listening to the entirety of The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift, it inspired me to start writing poems again. I've always loved writing poems. The alliteration, rhyme schemes, rhythms, and so much more makes it so fun to me. I never thought I'd actually publish any of the ones I made because I'm kind of scared that they'll get me locked up, but I finally built up the confidence to do it. Enjoy my poems, and I hope you can find them somewhat relatable and/or you find comfort and healing in them. 🖤🩶🤍 Three things: 1. If you couldn't tell already, this is kind of inspired by The Tortured Poets Department and Taylor Swift and some of the lines are inspired by her. 2. All of the names in the poems are fake so people that I know in real life don't come after me. :3 3. This is not completed yet, there should be at least one new poem every day/every other day.^^ TRIGGER WARNING: Vulgar language in "Worry."

Atma Hanim - Disebabkan sekeliling manusia yang sering mengambil kesempatan terhadapnya, dia sukar untuk bersosial dan takut dengan harapan manusia. Dia rela bersendiri tanpa mengharapkan sesiapapun, walaupun dia tahu, hidupnya bakal sepi. Dia, seorang gadis yang sukar percaya dengan aneka ragam manusia. Emir Bakri - Bertemu dengan seorang jejaka yang suka menyakat, dia telah menceriakan hidup gadis itu yang serba hitam. Dalam diam, dia telah jatuh cinta pada Atma sejak pertama kali mereka bersua . Dia, lelaki utusan Tuhan yang cuba memulihkan trauma gadis pujaannya. " Asal awak ikut saya eh? Takde tempat lain ke nak pergi?" - Atma Hanim " Kau tu perempuan , tak elok sorang-sorang. "- Emir Bakri " Tak matilah sorang pun, nak harapkan orang lain pun tak guna juga. "-Atma Hanim. Sikap keras dan dingin Atma Hanim membuatkan Emir Bakri semakin jatuh hati padanya. Mampukah Emir buktikan pada pujaan hatinya bahawa dialah penyelamat sehidup semati gadis itu?

A collection of thoughts, whispers, and moments caught in words. These poems are my heart, pain, and despair spilt on pages. In this, you'll find pieces of me, perhaps no one else has. I hope you never feel this way, and I certainly hope you don't relate. 🥀

I write some poems I guess. They are about my life. Enjoy or not i write them anyway. If you don't like it just don't read it. I'm new in writing poetry so don't judge me. Please ignore any grammar or spelling mistakes English isn't my native language. Updates won't be regular I'm a student sorry. Enjoy reading.❤️ #2 in unspokenwords (4.12.2025) #3 in darkpoems (4.12.2025) #11 in overthinking (4.12.2025) #13 in poesia (4.12.2025) #14 in darkpoetry (4.12.2025) #14 in overthinker (4.12.2025) #19 in truth (4.12.2025) #19 in childhood (4.12.2025) #26 in emotions (4.12.2025) #53 in feelings (4.12.2025) #59 in thoughts (4.12.2025) #150 in poem (4.12.2025) #409 in emotional (4.12.2025)

Hello, I am Ragnarium with this is a book all about my interests and personal opinions so I can share them here...Even if they get 0 reads lol Sharing my will of the Emperor with you is a great way to make a start on a social life and sharing our lord and saviour, The God-Emperor of Mankind! So anyways, FOR THE EMPEROR!!! (Also I thought the book cover looks pretty cool!) (I could add any fan-made stuff, ideas and other things because fuck it that's why)

A quiet collection of reflections, written on days when the world felt too loud and I needed to hear myself again. These aren't answers - just soft thoughts, fleeting emotions, and things I never said aloud. For anyone who has ever felt too much, too little, or nothing at all. 🕊️ Author's Note: All poems in this book are original works by Sylen. You are welcome to share or repost my writing as long as full credit is given - please include my pen name and a link back to the original source. These words were written with honesty and care, and I ask that they be shared with the same respect. Sylen🕊️

We don't talk. We don't follow each other. But he's always there-two steps ahead in the hallway, one glance too long in class. He acts like he doesn't care. I act like I never did. And yet... we both hesitate, like the silence between us means something. This isn't a love story. A real-life bad WiFi, shared classrooms, and zero confessions. He's 19. I'm 17 - legally . We don't make sense-except when we do. Or maybe... this is what "almost" feels like. Based on a true story. (Unfortunately.)

They were her sentinels, her saviors, the reason that she refuses to let her past consume her. 𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎, a young girl who's never known stability. Raised by a reckless, unstable mother, she spent her childhood caught between drug runs and police raids, ruining her right for a normal childhood. One night when her mother goes missing, Giulia's whole life changes... again. Will being under the guardianship of her new older brothers give her a chance at normalcy in her life or will they cause even more mess than before? Healing isn't easy and trust doesn't come free. ☆ ☆ ☆ As I lied there in the hospital bed with a pounding headache, practically suffocating me while barely conscious, I heard that familiar, raspy, deep, sleep deprived voice that I've recently come to find comfort in. "Nessuno oserà toccarti di nuovo senza perdere le mani, amore," they whispered. (No one will dare touch you again without losing their hands, love.) I felt two hands hold my face with a soft kiss on my forehead. Their rough and large hands a contrast to their gentleness. The comforter over me shuffled as the familiar person brought them up to my chin and tucked me in. "Riposati ora sei al sicuro, bambina," they murmured, stroking my hair. Before I knew it, simply the presence of them reassured me as I felt myself drift off again into a deep sleep. (Rest now, you're safe, baby). ☆ ☆ ☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

A Heart That Hides is a real-life story of silent longing, unspoken words, and the pain of loving someone who doesn't even know you exist. It follows two weeks of heartbreak, hesitation, and missed chances-where every glance, every encounter, and every moment feels like both an opportunity and a curse. If you're not interested in raw emotions, quiet suffering, and the ache of an untold love story, you might want to skip this. But if you've ever felt trapped in your own feelings, this story might just feel a little too familiar. Also this is my first time writing a story so bear with me

My poems might not rhyme completely but you'll feel what I felt as I wrote each word. Based on things that I have went through in my life. Writing is basically therapy to me, so keep it close it your heart. There is a lot about love, overcoming traumas, and just my overthinking in general. Being vulnerable is strong. Highest rankings (2023): #1 artsy #2 overcoming trauma

🌕 "He Was Her Favourite Dream" 'AARYA' is a girl who listens to the world but never speaks about herself. She carries loneliness like a secret, hides her pain behind a calm smile, and finds peace only under the silver glow of the moon. Her heart dreams of love, understanding, and someone who sees her truly-but the world never notices. "HE WAS HER FAVOURITE DREAM" is a soft, sad, mysterious tale of a girl who finds the love she deserves in the only place that never leaves. Some love exists only in moonlight. Some hearts are never meant to meet in reality. In this quiet, mysterious story of silence, longing, and imagination, Aarya learns that even unreal love can heal, comfort, and stay forever... if only you let it.

It was so wrong but yet at the same time so right.

Druvi has always lived inside her head. To the world, she's calm, cheerful, the dependable eldest daughter who holds everything together. But behind that quiet smile is a mind that never stops - replaying conversations, questioning choices, and dreaming of a life that feels a little more like the ones in her imagination. Born into a family where love often hides behind raised voices, Druvi learns early how to keep her feelings small. She watches, listens, absorbs - and when she can't say how she feels, she turns it into stories in her head. But then love happens. Not the fairytale kind - the real, messy, confusing kind that makes her question everything she thought she knew about herself. It's the kind of love that forces her to choose between what's expected of her and what her heart quietly craves. Told through moments of truth, imagination, and heartbreak, Letters She never sent is a tender coming-of-age story about overthinking, family expectations, and the courage to finally be seen.

You lie there, heavy as stone, under the blanket of night. Your eyes, they murmur soft pleas- "Close us now, let the world fade." They flutter like tired wings, begging for the quiet gift of dreams. But sleep? It's a thief that won't come, slipping through your fingers like smoke