Overthinking Stories

Fifteen year old Kaylee has spent most of her life trying to survive- raised by addicted abusive parents and forgotten by her brother who were taken years ago. Now they're back, Grown. Determined to bring her back home. But home isn't a word Kaylee believes in anymore.

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.

❧Arrange Marriage❧ Vaishali Mohite, 25 years old, A girl who believes no one could fall in love with her because she is ugly and ordinary. Ravish Patil, 30 years old, A guy who waited his whole life to fall in love with his wife because he didn't believe that relationships before marriage could work. In a world where love is often fleeting, can they find a lasting connection within the bonds of tradition? ❦❧❦❧❦ Troupes Arrange Marriage Age Gap Slow Burn Romance Professor X Engineer He fell first; she fell harder. ❦❧❦❧❦ The story and plot is pretty simple with little to no drama. The story will contain three Pov's - Ravish, Vaishali and Author. Do give this story a try. At least read 10 to 15 chapters to form an opinion about the story. ❦❧❦❧❦ Started ~ 24th July 2025 Ended ~ 1st November 2025

"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."

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. Satu per satu rahsia disebalik keras dan dingin sang gadis itu, telah membuka mata buat lelaki itu. Mampukah Emir buktikan pada pujaan hatinya bahawa dialah penyelamat sehidup semati gadis itu?

A quiet reflection on trying, failing, and still waking up each day. For anyone who feels the weight of their own exhaustion.

Some people have their life together. Charlotte Sinclair is not one of those people. She's an overthinker extraordinaire who once spent three hours deciding between "hey" and "hi" (and ended up texting neither). She spends her days processing medical bills that keep people from healthcare and her nights wondering how her childhood dream of saving animals turned into this fluorescent-lit nightmare. But when a man with desperate brown eyes and an injured kitten stumbles into her office, everything changes. Twenty minutes of emergency animal care reminds Charlotte of who she used to want to be. Suddenly, she's applying for jobs she wants instead of jobs that pay the bills. She's hoping again. Wanting again. Then reality hits and the reminder that wanting things doesn't mean getting them. Then, Jack comes at the perfect moment. The guy who refuses to let her shrink back into her safe, miserable existence. Who sees her potential even when she can't. Who drags her back into the fight even when she's ready to surrender. Charlotte Sinclair overthinks everything. Jack Williams overthinks nothing. This should be a disaster.

Short poems exploring the pain of losing someone without truly losing them, but losing yourself instead. A quiet grief for the past version that will never return, and the fragile hope of becoming something new, until sorrow slowly turns into joy. 📌 Pinterest board: https://pin.it/397dQqEff

Shiori Fukuzawa volunteers at a hotline in hopes of a more interesting college essay. But, when she encounters a hikikomori using a robot instead of speech, things seem to go unexpectedly off track (or should I say, off line). Updates every 3 days. Well as I write this I'm on chapter 7 but will be posting like... idk twice or once a day.

For the time I overthinking

🌕 "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.

Elonra has one rule: don't let anyone close. Then came Eric the mystery wrapped in chaos. And Rampo all warmth and honesty. She's the girl tied to both hearts with strings she can't untangle. They both know things she doesn't remember. And somewhere between their truths and their lies, Elonra discovers the most dangerous place to be... is right between them. Note: All images used in this story are original and belong to the author. Unauthorized copying or redistribution is strictly prohibited.

raw, unflinching journey through the heart of depression, poems that feel, ache, and linger beneath the skin

Woh sirf ek sapna thi... par jab woh haqeeqat bani, toh sach bardasht ke bahar nikla. Dhoondhla Aks ek aise ladke ki kahani hai jo pyaar nahi, apni kamiyaan dhoondh raha tha. Instagram ke filters, "Good morning jaan", aur ek sach jo dheere-dheere zeher ban gaya. Yeh kahani pyaar ki nahi, galat waqt, adhoore log aur dhoondhle sach ki hai. Agar tumne kabhi kisi ko apne dimaag mein zyada, aur haqeeqat mein kam jaana hai- toh yeh kahani tumhari hai.

About fate that you're not so sure is for you,every day you think it's not for you, and that just happens to be the true?

it's all supernatural but based off of high school!! mostly based off of American high school, but mixed with college and they have dorms and stuff ^ . I do want to clearify that I added two of my ocs , metatrosous ( ik he sounds like metatron but he's not, mostly his whole character is based off of online theifs and identity Stealers so that's why he kinda has the same name. Ill post most of the lore about him in the uhh fan fiction alr👀) and zadkiel, uhu what he's based off of is literally ai, like I was rping with ai and like there was a fight scene with one of my other ocs penthophylax and like uh blah blah blah, so I just like made him my own oc kinda, hes kinda there embodiment of lust a little and is more of the child of the group. I don't rally know why I'm making this but I am. this will mostly be a lot of slop and won't be put together because I have no clue on writing a structural story lmfaooo. anyways love y'all and have a good day/night! <\\3

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.

"I thought you were an angel And lost myself when I caught sight of you.." Shimizu Riko didn't believe in love- not the kind that sticks. not the kind that stays. Kozune Kenma didn't believe in fate- not until she quietly slipped into his life, like she was always meant be there. She tries to pull away before it hurts. He doesn't realise that he had already fallen. She fell first, he fell harder.

Walkers - once humans who have abandoned their humanity. Beings that only exist by consuming human flesh. With the power of so-called Devils, whose abilities you can only borrow in fragments, you hunt them in the shadows of the night to protect a world that has long since fallen apart at the seams. During the day, you lead a different life: university, good grades, staying inconspicuous. Keeping your distance. Being alone. A fragile balance that only works as long as no one looks too closely. But this balance begins to crumble when you meet Clementine - a girl who asks questions where silence would be safer and awakens feelings you can't afford to have. Between morality and monsters, duty and humanity, one inevitable question remains: What really makes a person a monster? And when the line is crossed - who pays the price? (Male Hero / Nacht-based Reader × Clementine - University AU) [This story contains many inner monologues, which are presented in italics. The voices of the Devils appear in square brackets. Which voice is speaking at any given moment is deliberately left unclear-and that is precisely part of the concept.] Cross-posting on AO3 and Tumblr (Same Username)

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. 🥀