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Summary: long distance relationship with Isaiah <3 and what happens when you two are together or not.
Warnings? Nope! isaiah being a simp. the reader doesn’t live close to Tennessee, maybe out of the US. And the reader doesn't use social media much.
This took over a month to write I am so sorry. I TRIED TO MAKE IT LONGER BUT IT DIDN’T WORK!
this and this song helped 🥺
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Nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.
In 2018, a survey found that 60% of long-distance relationships last. Academic researchers report that 37% of long-distance couples break up within 3 months of becoming geographically close. Couples are just as likely to break up during the distance phase as they are after the distance ends.
Because that wasn't the current situation for you and Isaiah, but things were complicated considering that a significant distance was between you and different time schedules. Hundreds of miles away from each other just makes it awkward at times, but it is always worth it in the end when you do finally get to talk to each other. And this mainly took place when either of you didn't have much to do, either evenings, or mornings, like if you have to get up to work early, and if he has been up before doing a video or something. Sometimes when you two talk on the phone, it is in the evening for one of you, which means someone, or both of you, accidentally falling asleep, still on call.
It ends if someone wakes up before the other and hangs up, or, someone's phone dies.
Either way, it wasn't entirely practical.
You both find it very boring at times. Mainly because it isn't easy just going to see each other, that isn't how it works. I feel like I'm repeating myself. Anyway. Umm.
Oh!
But when you two do talk, it is always the best part of the day. Any and every conversation always consists of talking about movies, watching movies over Discord, anything interesting that may have happened locally or online between talks, and, of course, how you both miss each other. Because I am not lying when I say it is true. That man is a literal simp for you. Yes, simp. And no not a jar of mayonnaise going up an escalator. Like you have no idea how much he just wants to hug you. And you wanna hug him too. Same.
If you live in the US:
It's either a plane ride or a long road trip for you to go and see him. If you don't like plane rides, understandable, you take a road trip. Isaiah doesn't like plane rides either.
If you took a plane to see him, you could watch his videos to pass the time, and listen to podcasts he's been in, that is if you're driving too.
But you don’t call each other on the plane rides, definitely on the car rides though, mainly because you don’t want anyone to hear what you’re saying. One, it’s a private conversation, and two, people shouldn’t be nosey. And you don’t want to disturb the peace.
Which is fair.
But if he is coming to you, definitely a road trip. As I said, he hates plane rides. Which definitely contains phone calls. Neither of you can contain your excitement. He is a child at heart. He knows you know that. And you like it. You find it sweet.
BUT. for if you don’t live in the US:
Even if he hates plane rides, he will happily sacrifice himself for the journey. Only if it means he sees you again. And when you meet by the gate, or wherever people meet, he is ready to catch you as you run towards him. Like- *gently holds*
This man is precious✨
You bring him something as a congratulations for surviving the trip. Which he is always grateful for. He is grateful for you. You let him stay at your place, of course. Which is sweet too.
But if it was the other way round, and you visit him, he gives you your favourite flowers when you both finally meet 🥺👉👈
Hugs too. Because he’s a hugger, in my opinion. Have I said I wanna hug him already?
Mf loves you and would do anything for you. Preach.
Speaking of podcasts he’s been in. If he is the only guest there, he would be asked about his career on YouTube etc, and he would be asked about you. As it is known on his channel that you do not live locally, and people are understanding if they see that he misses you. It isn’t easy living across the country or world. But while talking about you, he would be all sweet about it. A little sad at times, because.. you know.
You + him + the big space between you both = big sadness.
I can somehow see Charlie asking him this on The Official Podcast, but, again, seeing as they know about you both and the distance between you, some would be curious about how your future would plan out. Because you ask guests on podcasts all sorts of questions, depending on the context, but if Charlie asked Isaiah if he ever planned on asking you a certain question. Ahem. Isaiah would respond with,
"At some point in the future, yes. It would be better to ask when they're closer."
Now that... that left some people thinking. Thinking ahead of the guy that would actually be asking it, y'all need to simmer down. But to you, it would legitimately be a surprise as you are someone who doesn't use social media as much as others would, therefore others would not be able to tag you to tell you.
And, and, and on the said podcast, Isaiah would mention how you both met. Even if it was in the most generic way, he would tell it how it was. And if it was awkward, better to tell it as it was rather than say it how you wish it was. The other hosts would lightheartedly joke about it throughout the rest of the podcast, but Isaiah would know it's a joke, keeping the good vibes throughout.
Like he could be asked how you both maintain it so well and what you can both do together even if you're nowhere near each other in the country or world. And as cliché it could sound, apart from calling each other every other night, when neither of you has much to do, you both play an online game.
A co-op one.
And that game was Spiritfarer. You take over a boat in the game to ferry spirits to the afterlife. You could play as Stella (who is a female by the way) or Daffodil, Stella's cat (male). But for story purposes, I will say that they are both gender-neutral so you can pick who you would want to play as. You both build a boat to explore the world, then befriend and care for spirits before finally releasing them into the afterlife. You can farm, fish and harvest your way across mystical seas. As if you both were living together in the first place. It is a sad game at times but also a down-to-earth one because just remember who you're playing it with.
If playing on stream, it would be a quiet one, with no donations, no loud noises, just peace for the two of you and for those watching. If it is a late-night game session for either of you, it would be on a night when you don't have to do much the next day. If some time passed while playing and it was mostly silence coming from you two, viewers new and old would most definitely know only good vibes reside there.
It can only bring you both closer, even if you have to say goodbye to the friends you both made along the way.
ENUF SAD. tell me why writing about angst is a strength for me
Back to when you two are together; it is so worth it.
Because it consists of you two either staying in or going out shopping or just general sightseeing. If you go out, you would hold each other's bags of things that you bought. Even if they were light. And expect him to buy you lunch, because I said so! 👹 He could buy you small little trinkets too.
Speaking of him buying you things! When his little Wendidude plushes and figurine came out, there is a 100% chance of him sending you one of each, think of it as three smaller versions of him are with you while the actual version isn’t. And I say it’s a lie if one, if not both plushes sat on your bed in the day. And you definitely sleep with them. Don’t lie to me! While his lil Youtooz figure is on your bedside. (I’m upset I didn’t have a change to but any)
And if inside at home, expect movies too.
With some snackies too!
Snuggles.
And if you have any pets, like a cat or dog, they will most definitely join in. Because it would be great. He definitely sees them as his own in a way, like a child maybe? You could stay there all day but I am afraid that won’t be possible because other things would have to be done. I guess.
And watching videos too! Even if they are spooky, funny, or just generally lighthearted.
Other than that-
If one’s wanted to do things without the use of technology, you play games. Because everyone has a game or two stashed in their house somewhere.
Expect both of you to get the slightest bit of competitive. In a playful way of course.
Which may include some mutual teasing 👁️👁️
No funky shit happens after, the man’s a Christian
Maybe a kiss or so
…
Definitely makes a video at some point during your stay. And definitely let’s the world know you’re his. Subtly. Cheek kisses and all that🥺
People find it cute.
He does too. He just finds you cute because yes and you can’t change my mind.
(Y/N)goon much? 🤨
You got yourself a good one.
But remember when I said he was asked a certain question and he answered with "At some point in the future, yes. It would be better to ask when they're closer”?
(song linked^^ feel free to listen to it. linked because of the same title)
Wendigoon/reader - im carrying this tag rn fr😘 and i am happy to do it for y'all <3
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Summary: More snow has fallen in Tennessee. More than usual that is. Well... looks like either of you won't be able to leave the house for a few days. Is that a problem? Shouldn't be.
Warnings? S N O W Y F L U F F. I mention his first name more than once. Reader accidentally falls and hurts themselves once.
Reader is not from the USA, a colder country, let's just say the UK for example.
Self indulging again💃
guess who’s back at it again‼️
FELLOW WENDIGOON SIMPS, DINNERS SERVED!
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also thanks, @koaluna for the help on the title. because I don't know how it was that hard for me. Anyway-
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Cold. It was cold. And it was too much for your liking.
Colder than it should ever be in Tennessee, on record, the most it has ever snowed was as much as 26 inches. At the moment, it wasn't as bad as that. But it was a lot, let us just say that. It was not recommended to go outside as you could easily slip, fall and hurt yourself. Well, you were Okay with that as you stayed indoors in the warmth with your beloved, Isaiah. He was in his recording room finishing a video whilst neither of you didn't have much to do for a little while, so that's a way to pass the time.
You had to leave the house for a few seconds and it felt like your whole body was encased in ice you were that cold. So as soon as you closed the door behind you, you immediately went to put more layers on, or perhaps change into warmer clothes. You always thought how Isaiah wasn't bothered by the cold at times seeing as how he always wore colourful, and sort of Hawaiian dad-like shirts. But the room he recorded in was always the best in the house temperature-wise, it was always the best no matter the weather. Whereas you were the opposite, as you weren't from the USA, so you were not built to withstand these temperatures and weather behaviours, and your home country was cold from time to time. But it was never usually this bad though.
But sometimes, wearing things your size wasn't always the best. To you, it felt like that clothing bigger than your actual size was better (same). Because you could just curl up in it. So let's just say that you found a hoodie that wasn't yours and put it on and proceeded to curl up in it in the living room on the sofa that had most, if not all, blankets on it. Soon becoming acclimatised to your surroundings, you had dozed off.
About an hour or so passed and you were at the stage between asleep and awake, you heard faint footsteps nearby in another room before they quietly walked over to where you were, still curled up, feet under a blanket as they were still cold. Then you heard someone, that someone being Isaiah, say something.
"You look really cute in that sweater."
He would say other sweet things like that to you from time to time, even if you are awake or not.
Needless to say, you tried not to react, such as smile, too much to the point that he knew you were awake. You did well as you then felt him gently kiss the top of your head. You loved his simple acts of affection. Small yet they meant a lot to you, and you could not be happier.
Hours, well... a few days later, not much changed on the outside. It was currently snowing, nothing too blizzard-like, but something like a fairytale, it was light and fair. Still cold though, if you were to go outside, it was recommended to be careful and take caution.
You understood that memo but mother nature didn't let you act on the said memo. Well, you see, you went outside to take the trash outside, and well you slipped on the path as a patch of snow had turned into ice. Resulting in you slipping, trying to save yourself but that didn't work as one of your feet accidentally went one way, whereas you went the other. And ouch. You made your way inside somehow and soon found yourself in the living room on the sofa with your foot on a footrest. Not how you expected your day to go. But anyway.
And so Isaiah convinced you to just let him help you get on with your life so that you can quickly get on the road to recovery. Which was interesting. Mainly because you both had your own work to do, and you both had to juggle both of your careers. Luckily, they were easy to do at home, so it was not a problem.
Ahem.
So
First off, he is really sweet when it comes to helping you.
He would occasionally take a break from recording to come to ask if you need anything or need help getting somewhere, your room or the bathroom for example.
You said no every time, even if you did need it because you did not want to disturb him every time you needed something. You didn't find it fair.
He didn’t mind. Even if you did.
But what didn’t help is his weird recording times. It really messes with your body clock.
He would go on for hours and end up working into the early hours of the next day.
Or
He would get up at stupidly early hours of the day and proceed to record until the late morning. Which really isn't good for any person's health.
You tried to break that cycle and, surprisingly, it worked for a while. Even if you did have to physically pull yourself out of bed, or from where you were, to pull him away for a while.
That way he could gather his thoughts and not have his mind so strained for thinking about a timeline or whatever for so long. You do notice a change. A good change. Even if he does sleep for a few hours. As long as you know he is rested.
The sweetest person on Earth. REAL😳
some mf put a ring on it pls, or i will
With work schedules and accidentally hurting yourself aside, there was another thing your beloved suggested. Seeing that he is, in reality, a kid at heart, and to brace for the potential future of this weather, he decided to make a fort.
Yes, you read that right!
A pillow fort.
Because you never know that the power could go out and you need to have a place to keep warm. It made him happy let's say, mainly because he gets to do something he likes with you around. And you both get to be close. With both of you busy with your respective jobs, you don't often get the chance to do something like that, especially in circumstances like this. And now was the only time, for the slight foreseeable future, that this could happen.
And the fact that he made hot chocolate for you two just made you realise more of how sweet he is. He didn't forget your favourite toppings too. How could he not? ;)
Then there were movies on his laptop you both watched. By this time, you two both acted as if the power had gone off, which it hadn't, you just both liked doing this as it wasn't anything you had done in a long time. Perhaps since you were both kids? Both of you enjoyed this time together anyway, if anything, this weather brought you two more together. Say it's cliché if you must, but it's true.
Then as the day began to slowly come to a close, with you both watching movies of course, you had, unknowingly, fallen asleep on the pillow in your beloved's lap, hugging the one you had too. Which he didn't mind, he found it quite sweet actually. He gently played with your hair too, which always made you tired. But it was a subconscious act of his that it does not look like he would give up easily. And even if you both weren't snowed in, he would happily carry you to bed, just like now.
If you were already asleep for example, he would give you a light kiss on the forehead. No, if or buts nor coconuts, what I say goes. Ahem. But he still would do that anyway, because he would just be like that.
Okay, things in general about you both-
One word about him: simp.
Lowkey adores you.
Occasionally mentions your name in passing in a video or two. And as well as a few podcasts he’s been in too. And when he does, he's all sweet about it like jsbdjsnbdghesjwkamsndbhusi-
And on live streams, especially on creepy content like weird games and things such as the Mandela Catalogue, would laugh a little when you get scared. Then if it happens too much, he wouldn’t find that funny. He’ll probably take a break.
To make sure you’re Okay ofc😌
You know how some of his subscribers call him dad? Yeah well…
They call you (mum/other dad) or some other nice name
I don't know about you, but that’s fucking cute!
And outside in the snow that’s actually easier to walk through…
Snowball fights, duh
You would throw one at him while he’s making one himself, his back turned to you
Hits him on the back of his head and part goes down his neck
I don’t know about screaming, but he yelps instead...
And you soon got the same as revenge. And he laughed.
And so that triggered a definite snowball fight
Also, one of you would eventually slip, and continue to slip as you try and catch yourself. Like this. But without the sound effects of course-
Snow angels too✨
Side by side of course
Best snow day ever!
And
When making said snow angels, it starts to snow again! Not too heavily this time.
And you know what that calls for? More hot chocolate with the added toppings.
All in all, Isaiah is, like, the best person ever.
And the best boyfriend ever🤭
He would do anything for you.
Where can I get one?
100/10 would most definitely recommend it.
when is he doing more merch again pls i need one
gonna do more someday. but seeing as this one was a little harder to get to this many words, it’ll take longer for me to think. so for now,
sort of fluffy… maybe a twinge of angst here and there.
Wendigoon/reader (platonic lmao)- he FINALLY UPLOADED AAAAAA-
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Summary: Being separated from your friends while on a camping trip in the woods is scary enough, but how different would that fear be if one was to come face to face with a creature people never thought would ever exist?
Warnings? Occasional bad words? (i don't remember, I write the summary and warnings before the actual thing). And I mention his first name more than once, that's a recurring thing in these. you are the wendigo.
This is a great song to write with, it gets the brain going, especially on tense and fast-paced parts.
and this is more of a chill vibe for everything else.
also, upon writing this, I researched what a wendigo sounds like so I can include it in this and- holy sh*t- no thank you-!
Started writing on January 11th 2023, but posted when he uploaded next... i know... a while.
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According to most Algonquian oral traditions, a windigo is a cannibalistic monster that preys on the weak and socially disconnected.
In most versions of the legend, a human becomes a windigo after a person's spirit is corrupted by greed or weakened by extreme conditions, such as hunger and cold. In other legends, humans become windigos when possessed by a prowling spirit during a moment of weakness.
There are different versions of the word “windigo,” and there are many variations on the creature’s appearance and powers. Sometimes, windigos are described as exceptionally thin, with the skull and skeleton pushing through their ash-coloured, mummy-like skin. Other stories describe the windigo as a well-fleshed giant that gets proportionately larger the more it eats. According to other legends, the windigo has pointed or animal-like ears with antlers or horns sprouting on its head. A windigo’s eyes have been described as sunken or glowing like hot coals. Sharp and pointy teeth are characterised to tear through all sorts of materials...
It was... a curse to some. But for you,... it was... natural.
Walking on the well-worn-down desired path in the woods that many people have used with his friends, Isaiah looked around at the scenery near and far. He loved being out in the wilderness, it lets the body and mind take a break from the clutter of society, and it felt rewarding and deserving. There was a point in the walk where they were all quiet for a little while to just take in the surroundings, the only sounds were the sounds of shoes and leaves from on the beaten path, coats rubbing against themselves as their arms moved while walking and the birds in the surrounding trees. Perfect. The weather was perfect also, even if the mud was a little soft from a few days before their initial arrival, but it got better from there, as the sun rays were breaking through the branches high above.
And after a few pits stops throughout the day and hours later, they arrived at their next stop where they would spend their final night in the woods. Not saying that they're gonna die, just saying that they're gonna go home the next day. Even though that day it had been warm, the temperature can change drastically at night, so seeing as there were four people in total, two stayed at the campsite, and two went together to collect more firewood as the fire was only small for now. And they needed more. So Isaiah and one of his friends volunteered to go, luckily they still had some daylight to work with, but they bought their torches just in case at before they know it, the light would be gone.
Sometime later, they both gathered enough wood to return to camp, which was easily seen in the distance. Could you be sure to keep that in mind? Walking back, Isaiah thought that he must have daydreamed for a minute or so, because one second he was walking back to camp, and the next he realised that he was nowhere near the camp. Looking around, he thought that he must have walked further than he originally thought. But even if that was the case, one of his friends must have stopped him from walking into the dark woods ahead, right? Right? He looked up at the sky, it was the same as before, only that it was a little darker. So, understandably, he was confused as to where he travelled to in such a short amount of time, that short the sky didn't change must. He knew he wasn't dreaming.
Luckily, he came prepared. He brought a compass to retrace his steps. Albeit dark now, the night vision goggles were a great help. But it didn't feel... cold. It didn't feel the temperature it would be at night time, it felt normal like in the daytime. ...even if it wasn't daytime now. But he was understandably confused. How could his friends and the camp be right there, in one second, and then... not there the next?
But seeing as he was now alone somehow. This made him think. He thought of who or what else could be in the same area of woods with him. Black bears? Wild Hogs? Red Foxes? All of them have a chance of being near.
Then out of nowhere, he heard this high-pitched wailing, it echoed all around him, bouncing off everything, and it sounded as if something was... in pain, and he thought about going to see if he could help. But he had second thoughts as he didn't know what it was and the thought was immediately cast aside when he heard some distant growling come from the same direction. Fear stricken, the best option in this situation to do was to hide, and so he did, in a hollowed-out fallen tree. Heavy breathing. Sweaty palms. Wild eyes and a busy mind. The fear was paralyzing. Judging from the sounds that this... thing made, he instantly knew that this thing was not at all human. Not at all. But he just didn't know what it was. Was he asleep and he was dreaming this and he just wasn't aware of this? He doesn't know. Because he would remember being in the tent before falling asleep.
He could defend himself, no doubt about that. He still had his gun. But he was scared to even make his presence known at all. This thing began to come closer, he looked through a hole in the bark, and what he saw was... like a dream. He never thought that he would EVER be able to see what he is seeing right now. It was so tall, like a tree, like a dead tree to be more specific. Its bones pushed out against its skin, its complexion the ash-grey of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets. Like the living embodiment of death itself.
It was an actual wendigo.
And he couldn't be more fascinated yet terrified.
He was bewitched.
Its tall, lanky legs were all he could see as it walked past him, for it to be able to detect him, he had to be moving. And its tactic to make things move, thus scaring it, was to let out its painful, whale-like screech that rang out in every direction. Luckily for Isaiah, he didn't move, as he was currently fascinated, but trying to keep himself calm to prevent him from doing such things as running away. That would make him known to the creature and ultimately put his life at risk.
Even though he had to get away somehow. He did not want to risk getting more lost than he already is, he wanted to get back to the camp... wherever that may be. And with what felt like an eternity to him later, with the wendigo a distance away, he started to make his way back to the campsite in question, he thought that everything would seem familiar eventually as they passed it earlier in the day.
Okay enough of me rambling;-;
For the small amount of time that they were both in close proximity, the wendigo,… in other words, you, had a feeling that someone else was near, but was not so sure. Even if your senses are heightened, like heightened senses of smells. How you weren't able to detect him that way was sort of questionable.
But it being dark, and not the ideal temperature, Isaiah was tired, he just wanted to rest, as anyone would want when they've had a weirdly scary experience. The body lacking the sleep it needed did not help the basic functions, such as shivers from temperature, which was the body trying to keep itself warm and keep awake, sort to speak.
Finding shelter was the most important thing needed in this situation, even if it was a fallen tree, he made his move towards it when you were not around. The layering of clothing made it more bearable, as he was dressed to withstand the weather, and even if primal instincts were to light a fire, he could still be putting himself at risk as the fire would be seen as the movement by you, which would lure you. Even if it makes living easier.
At some point in the middle of the night, he was woken by the sound of footsteps walking nearby, crushing the leaves and fallen sticks/branches nearby. And these footsteps sounded familiar, not human as they did not sound human. Is it back? He thought, quickly sitting up and grabbing his water flask, as it felt like his mouth was as dry as the decaying tree he was currently residing under for the night. Quietly twisting the cap off the flask before drinking a few much-needed mouthfuls, he was correct, it had come back.
And even if legend does state that it has an undying hunger that would drive it to eat anything that it senses moving, it wouldn't go by him. Even if he did accidentally make movement by dropping the lid of his flask onto the shrubs beside him, thus creating a quiet rustling sound, the head of the beast spun round to look in the direction, facing directly at Isaiah.
Its hearing was impeccable, remember?
Like last time, heavy breathing. Sweaty palms. Wild eyes and a busy mind. The fear was paralyzing. Only that his heart wasn't raising so fast. It elevated a little but nothing major. There was a sound coming from the creature, it was much quieter than last time, the echoing whale-like sounds, only softer. Less brash. As if it didn't want to scare away whatever was around it or in its path. That being Isaiah.
These forever blood-seeking instincts that were programmed into you had... calmed down. For the time being, at least. You had not ripped him up to shreds the second your senses were laid upon him.
More soft sounds came from the creature as it slowly walked towards the area he was currently residing in, its steps were heavy, yet soft. As if it didn't want to be seen as careless, even if they are by nature. The growling coming from it was not so harsh as it would be if, in its hostile state, it was almost... curious? By the time it was where Isaiah was hiding, he held his breath as you the beast leaned down to inspect the area. And it found something. Him.
He glanced at it. He didn't want to make eye contact for fear that it would enrage this... thing that could do catastrophic things, causing it to do other unexplainable things, such as hurt him, or worse. Even if he had glanced at it up close, he could see every single detail of its scratched, cracked and worn face, every single marking on it has its own little story, be it good or bad. It had been through a lot. They both had. Especially in the past few hours. Like now. Because in the last few seconds, it had made its way even closer to Isaiah. So close that he could touch you it.
He does not know what made him do it, but he did it. He touched your its head. Expecting the feeling to be rough, it was rough, but also smooth in some areas where let's face it, you had to get into some tricky areas to reach certain things, resulting in your head rubbing against other textured surfaces, but it isn't like you were bothered by it at all. You were both very surprised at this sudden turn of events.
Yet still curious. Even if this situation does seem kind of familiar. Both of you expected it to not go so well, but it was the exact opposite, it went really well. His touch was soft and gentle, which even he did not expect. No one did.
What stayed at the front of his mind is what a wendigos behaviour should be like, which is seen as the embodiment of gluttony, greed, and excess: never satisfied after killing and consuming one person, and constantly searching for new victims. But you, you weren't doing those things now. Yes, you would be doing it when he isn't around, but now, you were mutual with him. As if you were getting along. Which he found... a little suspicious to say the least. But with another glimpse into your dead-like eyes, he found out it was genuine. You weren't so hostile.
It felt like you two were familiar with each other, and had been since, what felt like, forever. It was a bewitching moment.
But, as usual, all good things must come to an end.
Your instincts kicked in again, and you growled, but not at him, despite the amount of fear you had just injected into him in such a short time. You screeched, he threw his hands onto the sides of his head, pressing his ears to block out the piercing sound, but with wild eyes, he watched whatever you were doing. Because if your natural behavioural instincts had indeed kicked in again, he doesn't want himself to be caught with his guard down.
Screeching into the distance, at something, you ran fast into the deep forest. The torch beside Isaiah flickered before cutting out for a few seconds, coming back on again after.
He was prepared to fight back. He didn't have to. It is rare to leave a wendigo unscathed. He was unscathed, he beat the odds.
What just happened? Was the only thing that went through his mind, Am I alive? Indeed he was alive and unscathed. But he was cold and tired. He wanted to go home. He wanted to see other people again.
After some time of gathering his thoughts, and putting them into line, he gathered his stuff, and his breath, and began to make his way back into the direction he remembered the camp to be. And, thankfully, he saw an orange glow in the distance.
Fire. From a campfire.
Getting closer, it was becoming obvious that his friends had noticed that he had disappeared, and later he would find out that he was gone for hours. And that panicked his friends, they were so close to calling the forest rangers. They had been calling his name for what felt like forever.
And when he walked back to camp, his friends were so relieved that they could potentially yell at him and cry for wandering off, but he had no idea how to explain what happened, he was cold and tired, yet still slightly disconnected from reality. All they knew is that he had been through something rough, as they saw the state he was in, and now he was safe.
Something so... unnaturally pleasant that happened was bound to stay in his mind forever and would become a great story to tell others. ...that would be when he has gotten over it.
He knew that this would never happen again, which he was grateful for, yet... sad. Because he knew that he would never see you again, and he was thankful that you never did any harm to him, you were just curious. But at home, in his room where you can see all sorts of wendigo-related memorabilia in his videos, one of them secretly symbolised you. Viewers would spot the new figure, but they would never truly know the story behind it, only Isaiah.
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Summary: he hates the ocean, but.. what happens if he meets you? who.. is a resident of the ocean? (Why I thought of this is beyond me)
Warnings? DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE A FEAR OF THE OCEAN‼️ SORRY IF I RAMBLE, IM TRYING TO MAKE MY WORKS LONGER!
"you're a questionable swimmer..."
"...oh no"
this is has inspiration taken from a fan art.
this shit is amazing- DO YOU SEE IT? ahem anyway-
DON’T READ IF YOU HAVE A FEAR OF THE OCEAN!!!!
can't stress that enough, i will not be held responsible for your potential triggers!
THIS THING DISAPPEARED FROM MY DRAFTS FOR A WHILE IT SCARED ME I THOUGHT I DELETED IT OR I POSTED IT ON ACCIDENT WHEN IT WASN’T FINISHED-!
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He has said over and over again in his videos that he absolutely hates the ocean. His hatred was an understatement, if you ever asked him what one of his number one fears was. If that makes sense at all. He has made it very known to his audience about his fear, and they support him for it.
He knows not to push himself.
In his video where he transitioned to him at the ocean, you could actively see the existential dread and uncertainty in his eyes, the look that he does not want to be there. Every little sudden unfamiliar movement nearby or further away, he's skittish. He jumps easily.
He knows not to push himself.
Unlike now.
He found himself at the oceans edge, he wanted to somehow conquer his fear. But it was too much. It overwhelmed him. It restricted him. Made his palms sweaty. His breath laboured. Thinking about what is in the massive body of water and how deep and unknown it is, it unsteadied him. Even the thought of that something could be nearby him. Watching his every move.
The sudden feeling of the cold water hitting his feet scared him. It was unnerving. He was unnerved. The wind blew the cold breeze into his face, it made him shiver. Even if he did have more than one layer on. His fear made him shake. Cold and fear was not a good mix at all.
He decided to take a walk, with a light, of course, to calm himself down as well as warm himself up. He sighed just before he heard something in the water. He aimed his light in the direction he heard it, yet he walked back up the sand to keep away as if something was coming for him. He heard the water lapping again, this scared him more, he moved back so sudden he fell back, gasping for breath as his fall took the air out of his lungs, he kicked his feet to move himself back.
He had enough. He got up and quickly dusted himself off as he walked back up to the top of the beach. He could not handle the cold and fear any longer. He wanted to go home. Away.
He sat in the car with the heating on. His hands in front of the air vent which was warming up. He took some shaky deep breaths, eventually becoming more steady and collected. He was sort of curious to know what made him scared. But also did not want to know, because it could be a shark, or worse, whatever that 'worse' thing could be. He looked out the window, back at the ocean. Only to see nothing but darkness, hearing the waves crashing in the background. Shuddering at the thought, he shook his head and started to make his way back to where he was staying for a while. Away from the water. Away from the fear.
He would not go back to that place. Especially that area. It left him wondering. He wondered what it was. He had to distract himself, think about something else.
So what is better than thinking about your greatest fears?
Researching them! Because that's what he did. He researched what it could have been, even if it kept coming back as reasonable answers, like normal sea life. He kept thinking out the box. If it was anything mythical he's researched in the past, it's very unlikely it's true. Because mythical creatures don't exist, right?
Right?
Well we don't know. The ocean has barely been explored.
That is what he kept thinking of. It made his mind wander.
He eventually fell asleep on his phone while looking at research. Lets just say that he's getting the very much needed rest from today.
A few days later, one morning, he felt... relaxed yet... decent or Okay. As if what happened a few days ago was some sort of a dream. But he didn't dream it. It felt like a thing of the past for him. Except that he had no energy to even get out of bed this morning, he looked for his phone. He fell asleep with it again. It was on the floor. He tried to turn it on. Dead battery. Sighing he sat up and put it on charge.
That day he decided that he would continue with working on his fear. But in the daytime where he could actually see clearly what was around him.
And boy would today be a day he would remember.
Because it was odd that when he got to the ocean-side, barely anyone was there. He sat on some rocks by the water watching the distant sea. The tide was out so that it didn't work him up. Good.
Everything was Okay in his mind. Then the water started to lap again. He gulped. Then came some noises. His nerves came back.
Then he saw something break the waters surface. Scales. They were shiny.
Pretty.
Then he saw the end.. of a tail? Shaking his head, he tried to think of a rational explanation. 'A fish? Stuck in shallow waters? Can't be' he thought to himself. He tried to convince himself that was the case before- 'hair??' He wasn't even in the sea himself and he felt like he was drowning.
Never mind himself for the moment, he was convinced someone was drowning besides himself. And his instincts was to jump in and help. Despite his fear, a human life was more important. Especially if said life is in danger.
Fear aside, he summoned all his bravery and courage to actually try and help this supposed person. Yet his vision was obscured by bubbles and all of that. The shimmer of the light reflected on the scales of whatever dashed by him. Whatever it was, it was not comfortable with him nearby. And much to his surprise, he went deeper than he ever thought.
To the point that he had to try and keep himself by the surface.
Then he saw the thing that spooked him for days, but yet caught his eye.
You.
He was baffled,.. yet intrigued. Like it happened all in slow motion.
You looked gentle with the eye contact you two briefly held, but he knew how unpredictable the ocean is he doesn't know your real strength and what you could potentially do to him.
But the peace and tranquility of this moment was soon shattered by the fact that he remembered that he wasn't like you, you could breath underwater, he couldn't. And once that reality soon set in, he panicked while trying to get back to the surface. And one of the rules about being underwater, especially in the ocean, is to not panic.
Which is what he did.
Your gentle side recognised this and instincts kicked in, you had to help him. You quickly swam over to him and grabbed his arm and pulled, you had never been up this close to the surface so you weren't so sure about helping him seeing as he is from unknown territory for you. Pushing him up towards the surface, he soon went through it. You heard muffled coughs and gasps come from the stranger as the coast approached.
Once he was there and gathering himself and his energy, he looked around to get familiar with his surroundings once again. Looking at the water, all he saw the the bridge of your nose and up. Your eyes piercing his soul. You would not allow yourself to be seen by other humans. But let alone one already. You saw it as a bad omen. To your kind and them.
No words were exchanged between you two the whole time. Mainly because you found yourself fascinated by him and how.. he works, as you had already gathered that he could not breath under water like you could and was not the best of swimmers.
Today you learned so much more about him than you did the other day, when you accidentally scared him. Yet fear in others was a new emotion that you had witnessed and began to learn about. Did you feel bad for them? You.. didn't know. Did you show it? No.
Not caring about the way he currently looked, he walked over on his knees towards you slowly. You looked up at him, keeping your head positioned the same as before. You both maintained eye contact once again. He knew that mermaids were a myth. But he also knew that the oceans were barely explored, so that it was a possibility that they existed. And they do here.
He slowly held his hand out towards you. You moved you head out the water more, to the bottom of your neck. Hesitant, you would slowly extend your hand out to his. They ever so slightly touched.
He recalls your hands feeling soft and smooth from when you helped him out the water. As well as now. But then, he didn't know what caused it, but you immediately retracted your hand, you narrowed your eyes, pupils back to slits like a cat and dove back into the vast body of water. It splashing back at him.
The sudden splash of water made him realise,
he forgot about his fear of the ocean for a while.
And, to him, that felt...
good.
this was fun- may write more- you never know
ehe~ :)
13.1.23 edit: AND. MY FRIEND TAGGED ME IN A TIKTOK, AND SHE SAID IT REMINDED HER OF THIS
AND THIS IMAGE IN IT REMINDED HER. AND ME TOO AAAAAAAA
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