A Night To Remember

𖦹 Unfolded | Chapter 3

★ CHARACTER ─ Tim Wright

✦ GENRE ─ Fluff?

★ WARNING ─ None

✦ SUMMARY ─ You made a friend, yand you guys started talking through notes! Yeay! (I have no clue what to put in here..)

Note: I got super excited because this came to me in a dream and I just thought it was probably meant to be! But I forgot Tim's part.. Maybe a little ooc? But I hope you like this either way :)

You hesitated, pen hovering over the paper as your mind raced. The forest was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves, and you could almost hear your own heartbeat. There was a vulnerability in this exchange, an unspoken bond that was both comforting and terrifying. What if this person, this stranger, was someone you could connect with? But what if they weren’t? What if this was just a fleeting interaction, leaving you more alone than before? Your hand finally moved, the pen meeting the page as you began to write:

"Thank you for your note? Means a lot to know someone out there understands. I don't know who you are, and maybe that makes it easier, to be honest. I've felt lost for a long time, like I’m wandering through a world where everyone else has a place, but I don't. The forest is the one place I feel like I can breathe. It's quiet, peaceful. But sometimes I feel like it’s just a reminder of how alone I really am."

"You said you understand. I wonder, do you feel the same way? Do you come to the forest to escape too, or to find something you’re missing? Maybe it's both for me. I don’t know."

"And if you're willing, I'd like to hear more from you. Maybe we can share our thoughts, even if it’s just through these notes. I don’t know if it will make it go away, but maybe it will help, even just a little. Hope you'll find this note"

You paused, rereading the words. It felt raw, exposing parts of yourself that you rarely even acknowledged; was this too open? you thought. But there was a strange comfort in it too, like a weight being lifted, even if just slightly. You added a small doodle of a tree next to your words, hoping it would convey some of the warmth you were feeling despite your nerves.

Folding the note carefully, you placed it in the same spot where you’d found it last, hoping the person would find it. As you walked away, a mix of anxiety and hope settled in your chest. The forest seemed different now, as if it was holding its breath, waiting for something to unfold. You couldn’t shake the feeling that, somehow, this exchange might be the beginning of something more—a connection, even if only a fleeting one.

As you walked home, the shadows lengthening with the setting sun, you found yourself glancing back at the path, wondering if you would hear from them again, and what they might say. The forest seemed quieter than usual, as if it was sharing your anticipation.

The days that followed were filled with a strange mix of excitement and dread. Every time you walked the path, your heart would race, wondering if there would be another note waiting for you.

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And then, one afternoon, as you rounded the familiar bend, you saw it—a small piece of paper tucked under a rock, almost as if it was hiding, waiting for you to discover it. Your hands trembled slightly as you picked it up, unfolding it with a sense of urgency. The handwriting was the same—messy but legible, and the message made your heart skip a beat.

"glad you wrote back. The forest has been a place that somehow get me at ease. It’s the only place where I feel like I can breathe, away from the noise and take a rest. I come here to think, to be alone, but I guess part of me is always hoping I won’t be alone forever, I guess?"

"Your words connected with me more than I expected. It’s strange, right? How you can feel so connected to someone you’ve never met, just through words on a page. Don’t know where this will go, but I’d like to keep writing. Maybe, we can make this loneliness a little less overwhelming."

A small doodle of a leaf was drawn at the bottom of the page. You couldn’t help but smile as you traced it with your finger. For the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of something you hadn’t felt in ages—hope.

Morning light filtered through the curtains of your small apartment, casting soft shadows across the room. You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of the past few days in your mind. The notes, the stranger in the forest—it all felt surreal, like something out of a book or a dream. Yet it was real, as real as the sunlight warming your face and the faint hum of birds and the city beyond your window.

You finally pushed the covers aside and got out of bed, your feet meeting the cool wooden floor. The apartment was quiet, almost too quiet, amplifying the thoughts swirling in your head. You went through the motions of your morning routine, brushing your teeth, making a cup of coffee, but your mind was elsewhere, caught up in the mystery of the notes. Who was this person? why are you smiling so dumbly? you didn't even know the person.. but you do want to get to know them better, don't you?

As you sat at the small kitchen table, sipping your coffee, you glanced over at your notebook lying on the counter. The pages were filled with your thoughts, sketches, and bits of poetry—things you usually kept to yourself. Yet here you were, sharing pieces of your soul with a stranger. It was terrifying, but also liberating in a way you hadn't anticipated.

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The city outside was beginning to wake up, the distant sounds of traffic and voices slowly filling the silence. But your thoughts were far from the bustling streets. The forest felt like a world apart, a sanctuary where time moved differently. You wondered if today would be the day you’d find another note. The thought made your heart race, a mix of excitement and anxiety churning in your chest.

After finishing your coffee, you decided to take a walk to clear your head. The small apartment felt too confining, too full of thoughts and questions that had no answers. You dressed quickly, pulling on a light jacket before stepping outside. The city greeted you with its usual mix of sounds and scent. But your mind was elsewhere, already halfway to the forest. Earlier than usual.

As you walked, your thoughts returned to the note you’d found the day before. The stranger had said they felt connected to you, just through your words. It was strange, how that simple acknowledgment had brought you so much comfort. You’d never considered that someone else might feel the same way you did, might seek refuge in the same places.

Before you knew it, you were on the familiar path leading to the forest. The noise of the city faded behind you, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the distant call of birds. The air was cooler here, fresher, and you breathed it in deeply, feeling some of the tension leave your body.

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As you approached the large tree, your heart began to race again. Would there be another note? You weren’t sure what you hoped for more—the continuation of this strange, wordless conversation, or the comfort of finding nothing, letting it all remain a fleeting cconnection But as you rounded the corner, you saw it— a small piece of paper, tucked under the same rock where you’d left your last note. You hesitated, a mix of excitement and nerves washing over you, before slowly reaching down to pick it up. Unfolding the paper, you saw the familiar handwriting. Your breath caught as you began to read:

"I checked to see if you left a note, didn’t know if you’d come back, but I hoped you would. Maybe you forgot to reply? or maybe you just dont know what to say? I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said— how the forest feels like a sanctuary, but also a reminder of loneliness. I get that. Sometimes it’s like the trees are the only ones who understand, who listen without judging. But knowing that you’re out there, feeling the same way, makes the forest feel a little less lonely."

"I don’t know what’s going to happen with this, with us?? Maybe it’s just words on a page, and maybe that’s all it will ever be; and im just overthinking myself. But I find myself looking forward to your notes, to hearing from you. It’s strange, really. Maybe we don’t need to meet? Maybe this is enough. Or maybe… maybe one day we will?"

"If you’re comfortable with it, I’d like to know more about you. Not everything, just… whatever you feel like sharing, I guess? Who are you when you’re not here, in the forest? What makes you laugh, what keeps you up at night? I know it’s probably a lot to ask, but I’m curious. I want to understand the person behind the words."

You smiled faintly, a warmth spreading through you that you hadn’t felt in a long time. This person, whoever they were, understood you in a way that was both comforting and unsettling. You didn’t know if you were ready to share more about yourself, but the idea of opening up, even just a little, didn’t seem as terrifying as it once did.

Sitting down against the tree, you pulled out your notebook and pen. The forest was quiet around you, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. And the orange shade that shine across your face as the sun began to hide. You thought carefully about what you wanted to say, how much you were willing to share. The forest seemed to hum with a quiet energy, as if it too was waiting to see what would happen next. And for the first time in a long while, you felt a sense of hope, a belief that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t have to face the loneliness alone.

Soo.. what do we think?? I personally like this one! I think its the longest ive ever written actually.. I made this at like, 3 am?? Stayed all night for this, LOL :3

Thoughts and criticisms are welcomed, as it would help me improve on my writing!

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is this anything

Trying the gravity Falls artstyle.. Im bad at adapting!! why is drawing cartoony and cutesy soo hard!! 😭

⋆˚࿔MASTERLIST˚⋆ˎˊ˗

⭑.ᐟ TWISTED WONDERLAND

━ A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | MALLEUS D.

⭑.ᐟ CREEPYPASTA

━ UNFOLDED | TIM W.

𖦹๋࣭ CHAPTER─ I - II - III

⭑.ᐟ GRAVITY FALLS

━ COLD ESPRESSO | FIDDLEFORD H. M.

━ WARM LATTE | FIDDLEFORD H. M.

╶ˏˋ MOODBOARD

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☆ synopsis: y/n l/n, avid online shopper and retail enthusiast lives in the same building as tetsuro kuroo, another avid online shopper and retail enthusiast.

y/n lives in apartment 39 and tetsuro lives in apartment 36, so it’s easy to get the two confused.

this fact is proven when y/n opens her door and collects her package, expecting to be greeted with a box of new christmas ornaments and is instead met with a package that reads “USB PET ROCK”. inside? a rock with a cord sticking out of it.

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☆ pairing: tetsuro kuroo x fem!reader

☆ genre: timeskip!au, aged up characters, strangers to friends to lovers!!, disgustingly cheesy fluff, crack, happy ending :)

☆ warnings: swearing, miscommunication, angst if you squint

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two. usb pet rock and christmas ornaments

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….

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𖦹 Unfolded | Chapter 1

★ CHARACTER ─ Timothy Wright

✦ GENRE ─ Fluff?? Idk?

★ WARNING ─ None that i could think of

✦ SUMMARY ─ Where you take a walk and accidentally leaves a few notes behind, filled with words in your heart. And a few hours later, Tim is out on a night walk and stumbles upon one of the notes.

Note: This doesn't have the x reader yet? Just an opening for a series im working on. And im just trying out a writing style

The warm sun filtered through the leaves of the trees, casting patches of dappled light across the path. The forest was your escape, the place you are comfortable in, the place where you feel 'safe'. Birds sang and chirped in the distance, their cheerful tunes filling the air. Alone, you walked through the forest, letting the tranquility of the nature around you ease your mind. Along the path, there were a variety of flowers layed on near the path; leaves scattering the ground beneath your feet, the bushes on the side of the route rustling softly in the small breeze; hair blowing in the cold breeze.

You found a small, secluded spot under a large tree and sank down into a soft patch of grass amongst some fallen leaves. The quiet of the forest around you provided a sense of tranquility, and you took a moment to appreciate the peacefulness. Leaning back against the rough bark of the tree, you took out a small notebook and pen, preparing to put your thoughts on paper.

With the notebook and pen in hand, you opened the small book and hovered the pen over the blank page. The sun's rays filtered through the trees, casting a warm, dappled light on the page. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, breathing in the clean air and savoring the calm of the area. Frustration was in your mind, without any thoughts you write just how you felt currently. Venting all your problems; all the problems about college, work, and home problems are all out on pieces of papers.

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As the hours went by, the sun began its slow descent, casting longer shadows across the forest floor. The air around you cooled slightly, and the chirping of the birds became more distant, as if they were heading back to their nests for the night. The light faded, casting the forest in a more muted, muted light. The atmosphere became more peaceful, as the day slowly darkened.

After sitting under the tree for a while, you began to gather your things. You packed up your book and pen, and stood up to stretch a bit. Looking around the area, you noticed a few pieces of trash scattered on the ground; mostly empty packaging and wrapping. You picked up the trash and decided to dispose of it properly.

In the process of tidying up, you accidentally left a few small pieces of trash unnoticed in the grass and leaves. The small bits of trash were concealed among the surrounding leaves and grass. Unaware of what you had left behind, you picked up the rest of the larger pieces of garbage and began walking away from the tree, heading back towards the main path and went home.

It was dark. As Tim walked down the path through the quiet forest, his gaze fell upon a wrinkled piece of paper that stuck out in the grass to the side of the path. Curious, he stopped and knelt down to take a closer look at it. He picked up the paper and began to straighten it out, his eyes scanning the contents of the note. The note was creased and slightly torn, as if it had been crumpled up and discarded there in the forest. Tim's eyes flicked across the words on the paper, taking in the message left behind by an unknown person.

The message was written in a messy scrawl, but Tim could make out the words, he glided his thumb, smudging the ink. And as he read, he began to get an idea of what the note was about. What did the message say? Did it hold some meaning or a hidden message? The words on the paper seemed to be a short, bit personal message, written by someone.

Tim continued to read the note, his eyes moving over the words, trying to make sense of their content. He felt a sense of curiosity, wondering who had left the note behind and what purpose it served. The paper crackled in his hands as he held it, the only sound in the otherwise silent forest.

As Tim read the words on the note,

"In the dead of night, a soul does cry, words of anguish, bitter, with naught. Despair, a constant shadow, does follow this weary mind, frustration burns, a flame in the darkness, that cannot be denied. And still the shadows lengthen, the night does deepen, yet the troubled heart cannot find any release, any rep" His expression changed to one of confusion. He wasn't sure what he was expecting to find, but he certainly didn't anticipate the message.

He looked around the silent forest, as if searching for some sign or explanation, but there was nothing but the soft rustling of leaves and silence. Thinking for a few moments, Tim decided to roll up the note and put it in his pocket, planning to come back to it later. For now, he continued down the path, his mind filled with questions and curiosity.

Im not sure if I like how this turned out? Currently thinking about turning this into a series, should I?? Also, First fic btw!! hope ya guys like this (^◡^)/