#wizjo

[isabelguerra]

johnny, lightly touching isabel to get her into bed: cmon guerra lets gitcha upstairs. we can. uh. study better up there, yeah?

wizabel, running on 4 hours of sleep and working on 3 essays at once: you KICK isabel? johnny commits TREASON against his captain? oh! oh! laps! laps for jhonny for One Thousand Years!!!

[isabelguerra]

hold on im on wizjo sauce again. thinking about captain guerra and her right hand man again. ive been very role-pilled lately and im thinking about what it would mean to step into Captain and embody what it represents; life through its valued and truths to exist larger than yourself for the sake of the collective good. What must it be like to be alone in that position. what must it be to have one person on the ground to hold you down. to be up there in the sky and know your job isnt just your goal of taking down opponents, but keeping your #1 safe and at their best

they are yours to keep safe. you are theirs to keep them safe. they are yours. you are theirs. you are theirs. they are yours.

[isabelguerra]

i need to rewrite so much of this fic. it’s outdated, i’m not enjoying the voice as much as i once did, and the tense is all over the place. bbbbbbbuuuuttttt. however. i still like this moment

[isabelguerra]

I've posted about how johnny develops his crush way, way earlier than isabel does - and about how by year 4 he, ollie, and isabel study together regularly in the commonroom and how by year 5/6 they're comfortable enough with physical touch to do the friend thing of slinging your legs over someone's lap, or leaning on their shoulder for comfort.

but now. now I'm thinking about how they got there and what that first move was like. studying late at night. girl you like is on the same couch as you. you try not to think about it like that. you try really, really hard, and you accepted a long time ago that it was going nowhere and you didn't want to make her uncomfortable by being weird, so you resolved to crush those feelings into the dirt with your heel and move on.

she puts her head on your shoulder. you wrap your arm around her like a death knell

[isabelguerra]

max is actually so chill it’s so funny. like ok yeah isabel i promise i won’t gaf about wizard sports unless you call me have fun with johnny! oh you called me? time to pause sick flips dot com and do my job perfectly! here’s your moral support. yeah no thoughts on your situationship. yes i did see you bridal carry each other like 5 times in the last two minutes. no i am not interested in bridal carrying either of you that’s really unnecessary isaac tells me there’s 583738283 other more extremely normal ways to prevent their wizardball partner from slipping and falling. wait why are these wizard professors so into my mom

[isabelguerra]

yknow how wizabel and wizard johnny skip out on the dance to walk around campus in the snowflakes. dyou think they rest at a gazebo and hear the music from inside and johnny jokingly over-the-top one bestiejoke to another bestie. with a stupid too-deep bow and everything while isabel laughs at the theatrics. and so you and your best friend not-crush jokingly “jokingly” grab each other close and bad ballroom dance in the flurries trying not to slip. while this plays from a loud yet far-off wing of campus

[isabelguerra]

POV youre 12 wizard years old going to your very first sportball tryout meeting at wizard-university-R-us and the first thing you see after stepping onto the quad are the two 7th year batter co-captains looking at coach oop like This after he just told them they can't use magic mid-game to light their opponent's brooms on fire. or sneak into the other teams changing rooms an hour early to fill the lockers with snakes. or use each other as target practice to hit a 150lb ball of solid iron at 60mph. again

[isabelguerra]

hmmmm. thinking about writing the Johnny Almost Fucking Dies In 5th Year Chapter And Isabel Doesn’t Leave The Infirmary For A Week fic. ive planned it from isabels POV but yknow itd be soooo interesting if it was from johnny’s.

you get knocked out. you’re out for a while, dunno how long, sometimes you fade in and out of consciousness and maybe you’re dead? Is this what being dead is like? Huh. Damn. You kinda wish youd kissed guerra before you died. you hear some noises every now and then but youre too dead to really pay attention to any of it; turns out being dead is pretty exhausting. Youve got MAJOR notes for god whenever he shows his punk face. hold on someones saying your name. Okay maybe THATS god. is that god? You meet god and she looks like guerra. If guerra hadn’t slept in a week or brushed her hair and her eyes were kind of red around the rims. maybe you wont have notes for god. you converse very seriously with god, or you fucking TRY to, because god is being very rude and keeps blowing off your conversation to flag down what you GUESS is an angel, but the angel looks a lot like your potions teacher so heaven is turning out way weirder than you expected, and you barely even had any expectations, because you’re barely religious to begin with. you conk out again.

you wake up again. gods there. She’s asleep at the edge of your bed, slumped over her crossed arms, one fist tightly balled and clutching her wand. god looks bad. You mean, like she’s doing bad. God looks like guerra, so obviously she looks great. But you know guerra and you know when guerra looks bad, and this is it. You’re not gonna pretend otherwise like those ninnies who only see the best in her. You mean god. Yeesh, you gotta get used to that. You wake up to see god doing terribly and sleeping over your legs. It’s dark. Your head hurts, but you can think a little better now. Maybe that means this whole heaven stuff is working. there’s a flash of light — OW — and the angel walks into the room carrying a tray. You watch her do angel business for a little while as your eyes adjust to being holy flash banged. If your hand nervously twitches over to rest on gods shoulder, you’re sure you can get out of bein smitten by explaining to her later that she looks like his old best friend, an’ in the moment it was just real hard t’see her that way, cause y’care about her a lot. Yeah. God’ll prolly forgive him for touching her and not kill him again. You get so distracted by smoothing out God’s wrinkled-to-hell shirt, gently running your hand on her shoulder in a way that y’hope feels like a comfort in her dream, that y’dont realize the angel’s walked over. She looks at you all sad. Whats up with everyone bein sad? This is heaven. Heavens really gotta step up its game or bein dead is gonna SUCK. The angel looks like she expects you to pull your hand off’a God. but God looks like guerra, so you just set your eyebrows resolute and keep your hand firm where it is. God looks like guerra and you’ll always have her back. Angel be damned (huh?). The angel sighs all huge in a way that reminds you of professor Zarei (maybe thats why she looks like professor zarei?) and fusses with her angel bottles. She looks at you and says that she hasn’t moved from that spot since you arrived here. The room is dark. You squeeze gods shoulder reflexively. god must really care about her new arrivals. guerra used t’care about her new arrivals. it’s nice that god looks like her, but it twinges when you realize it’ll never be her real face again. your other hand reaches out to accept the cup the angel hands to you. you don’t think. just drink it. you brush your hand up god’s shoulder to tuck some of the hair that feels like guerra’s behind her ear. you conk out again.

you wake up again. youre NOT dead. guerras there. guerras there but she won’t look at you. She won’t get near you. Its weird for a little while and maybe youre worried that you did something wrong, or you messed up with something, but youve got no clue WHAT. but now she’s acting WEIRD and nobody else seems to notice it. you’re friends, you hang out, youve hung out before but you just keep noticing that now she’s around ALL THE TIME. just HOVERING. always far enough away to think she’s being SLICK, but you KNOW her, and she AINT BEING SLICK. shes suspicious as hell; watching you like a flighty hawk, and hovering, and FUSSING, one time you go to grab the orange juice pitcher and she puts a FILLED GLASS IN YOUR OPEN HAND.

and shes distant. you used to study together, the two of you and ollie, in the dorm rooms. But its two weeks after you were discharged and every time youve plonked your ass down on the couch she shoots up and moves to the armchair with paper thin excuses. You’re both at practice and she falls off of her broom. You catch her, because SOMEONES gotta have her back and thats your job. She freezes up like a deer. You’re not letting no panic attack get the best of YOUR HOMIE so you immediately initiate the highly secretive forbidden technique Two-Person Stack Huddle Comfort Confidentiality Formation™, which is when you shift her a little bit (she landed in an awkward position) (maybe your grin is a little cocky. In your defense, this has never happened before and you Are getting a kick out of it. Maybe you can hold this over her head just a little. Banter usually gets things back on track with you two) and ask Is She Hurt Anywhere, Captain?

That backfires horribly. You thought Hey, guerra loves bickering an teasing! maybe she just needs some bickering and teasing an shell be back to bein the same guerra shes always been! WRONG. You are wrong. Guerra does not go back to bein the same guerra she’s always been. Guerra stares at you for 17 seconds, swallows, writhes out of your grasp faster than shes EVER moved on a broom, and scrambles away all Oh Uh Thanks Johnny No Shes Fine Johnny Shes Uh Shes Gotta Uh Yeah No Nope Thats Not Necessary She Uh Shes Gotta Go Help Logan And Sarah With Uh WithSomethingSeeHimLaterJohnnyBye

You conclude that you mighta been a little strong with the whole god delirium thing