#wizabel

[isabelguerra]

wizjo fell first/fell harder having me on the floor.

johnny puts himself through the wringer about his feelings, but he gets used to it so quickly because crap. shit. of course isabel’s cool. hes the *last* idiot in the whole school to realize that. but hes also the FIRST idiot in the whole school to see her genuine side too, the side of her that isnt admired from an arms length and a pedestal. johnny sees her at a fists length and a ditch. arguably, his status as The Guy She Keeps Butting Heads With is what lets him get close enough to have that realization in the first place: who else would ambush isabel guerra at 11pm looking to cause trouble!!!! but then they have their Moment and there’s a rug pulled out from under his feet. surprise idiot, now you’re in it for the long haul.

and its a LONG haul. his feelings for her stick around for 4 years. and he spends all of that time simmering and keeping everything held close: wake up, go to class, take the long way through that hallway cause he knows she walks with burger to their ancient runes class, go to practice, throw around bickery insults together and snap at some 2nd years for gawking, homework, bed. liking isabel guerra is just a second part of life. it’s always there but it’s mostly manageable; it’s a bruise that only hurts when you touch it. and no, creepy haunted knights helmet under his bed, he’s not gonna do shit about it. quit monologuing at him about Matters Of The Heart, ollies gonna be here any minute.

and then, like, in comparison. with isabel. isabel has a category 5 internal meltdown. her ass does not know what is happening. shes like, shes having heart palpitations. johnny’s unconches for 2 minutes and shes sits in the infirmary bouncing her leg at 500mph. shes paces that room for 3 hours. ollie has to restrain stephen and rj from doing the same thing because wait just hold on boys, lookit em. this could be what theyve been waiting for. isabel tears herself away from his infirmary bed for an afternoon because the team has practice, and every other sentence she keeps biting her tongue because johnny’s not there. and she’s thinking, did she seriously talk to him that much????? shit, shes not focusing. she needs to hit the next bludger to the back for their offense maneuver, wheres johnn- oh. right.

then things go back to normal! and finally everything’s fine! shes FINE! she was WORRIED ABOUT A TEAMMATE. they have. a COWORKER RELATIONSHIP. right? it’s normal. it’s NORMAL. everyone feels like this. she’s NOT caught off guard by his usual postgame punches on the shoulder. shes NOT hyperaware of where legs are during late night couch study sessions. WHY would she EVER be any of those things. when she stumbles awake at 6am, it’s NOT because johnny wakes up early to do his dumb hair and cause morning trouble before anyone else is awake. now, if johnny thinks he’s running late, and it makes her smile a little to see him panic before he realizes she pranked him, well. the two are unrelated. and she DOESNT start noticing how casually frequently touchy the jang is in comparison to the activity club. and. and she doesn’t wonder…. what it might be like…….. for someone to hug her that tight, instead of her doing all the hugging all the time. she DOESNT think that. HER? WHY WOULD- SHE WOULD NEVER THINK THAT. PLEASE . ITS NORMAL. SHE CAN HANDLE THIS. johnny is FINE now, and hes ANNOYING AS REGULAR, and if hes late to practice her heart spikes BUT THEN ITS FINE! and theyve always had their little rival thing, and its FUN, and shes NOT RUINING THAT, and,

[weirdbabs]

@isabelguerra HAPPY (technically belated) BIRTHDAY HAVE SOME WIZABEL DIPPER PINES MOMENT AS A TREAT

[pagetgram]

Wizabel and I miss you!!!!!! ❤️

my twitter friends 🥺💞 i miss you two, too

[dreatine]

Photos of the final table read. @rt8815 and @illegalcerebral

[isabelguerra]

wizjo is technically maybe an HR violation but theyre also hr violations independently so they figure it's okay to date each other while on the same professional team

[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]

oh the red suit is so wizabel at yule

[isabelguerra]

maybe i can make wizabel a control freak as a treat

[isabelguerra]

wizard johnny says my position on this team is a beater. i'm guerras co-captain an it's my job t'watch her back an' help lead this team. you losers better get ready t'get in shape 'cause you're about to train your asses off in this sport. im the muscle of this team and if i find ya not pullin your best an jeapordizin' our games i'll see you not pullin your best off a cliff. guerras a busy lady so under no circumstances dyou nag her with your shit. Shes got her own shit and the shit of this entire goddamn team in her way, she dont need to know you exist. Ruin her damn brain with the memory of your face in it -- shes gonna try to be nice! Shes gonna memorize your damn face to be nice to it, ontop of dealing with two types of shit! Yjust gave her a third! nuh uh -- you have a problem, a question, ybring it to me. Im your guy. remember that, an' welcome. and wizabel goes hey water boy it's really hot out here and he goes aye aye captain

[isabelguerra]

for wizabel, “i like you i want you i love you” is synonymous with “i’m sorry”

[isabelguerra]

ollie and johnny have a solo study session one night because wizabel semi-collapsed from exhaustion during practice that day and johnny had to haul her sleep deprived ass up to her room to make sure she’d go to bed. Which means that its just the two of them that night instead of their usual trio. Which means that ollie and johnny can talk about exciting dangerous and tantalizing things, like lizards and their crushes

[dreatine]

Why is everyone howling at Spencer? @rt8815 and @illegalcerebral

[isabelguerra]

wizjo from isabels pov is like you hate your life so damn much. you hate your dead grandpa and his lame magic school and finally you turn 11 and get to escape from all of it and meet other people your age and it’s so exciting! then you get to school and realize that absolutely everything your grandfather told you — that you believed was just him being obnoxious and self obsessed — was true. hes a big deal and being his granddaughter means something. that sucks. people treat you mostly normal but theres always an undercurrent of something lying just below it. you try not to think about it.

and then you meet the most frustrating annoying person alive. you dont even know him, he mostly bugs your friend, but you get in a massive argument once because he thinks you think youre hot shit- which you DONT, so HE’S wrong for assuming. you dislike him on instinct. whatever. magic sports exist here too! it’s a sport you really like. you go for tryouts and have so much fun and okay fine maybe you show off a little bit— but it’s because you’re good and you know it. you make the team! so does the worst boy alive that you met and instantly didnt like. he didnt just make the team, he made the position directly tied to yours. you wont just be teammates, you two specifically will be partners. you hate it. you push him into a patch of rotting pumpkins when you get the chance. he fills your shoes with magic slugs. you turn his orange juice into mud. he knocks you off your broom. you throw up on him. this goes on for a long time.

years pass. hes still annoying and rude and freakish. …he’s also pretty alright. he’s not afraid of you like other kids are (because hes convinced hes the scariest thing around. as if, you can totally be scarier than him). hes also scarily loyal and makes you laugh. he helped you sneak your best friend/pet spider out of the castle once, which meant she wouldn’t have been discovered and taken away forever. that meant a lot.

and he also talks like he doesn’t care who you are. which means he calls your grandpa a bitch when you groan about your homelife sometimes. that makes you laugh too. and because hes not scared of you he kind of pushes you in ways nobody else does. which is so annoying! you dont need him to push you, you can totally be better than him on your own— you’ll show him. he has nice hands. what

you walk together after practice. your grandpa doesnt want you doing magic after graduation. you dont even know if you want to continue it yourself, but you hate not having the chance to choose. bitch boy is there for a lot of this and he always listens and gives you the same rough mannered support he gives his friends, which as much as you love your own friends, you don’t get much of from them. you like hanging out together, now. he might be your best friend. he is. you fall asleep studying on the couch together and practice one-on-one together, developing new moves that’ll leave the competition in the dust. you make Captain of your magic sports team. he uses the title to tease you but he means it every. single. time. it makes you feel sick. it makes you feel sweaty and too vulnerable and you want to run.

you make a bad call during a match and bitch boy gets hurt. every time you look at him he has an obnoxious manic grin or an annoyingly bold bravado, he shouldnt be lying there all quiet. it’s your fault. hes your best friend and it’s your fault. you don’t leave the infirmary for two days, you barely sleep, when his friends come to check on him you’re so jumpy that you nearly hex them. sure he’s fine and it’s another little battle scar for him to brag over but now your gut churns with guilt every time you look at him. you never want to see him that quiet again.

you run out of class once when a monster your professor brings in turns into your grandpa and starts ripping into you in front of the entire class. bitch boy is the only one who comes to check on you. he looks at you too softly for your angry outbursts and messy face and his usual brash approach. you know that means he’s trying something new just for you and everything feels too hot. you want to run again. he touches your hand and you cant fucking move. your other best friend also comes to see if youre ok, but he walks in on the two of you kissing which was not exactly in the plan anywhere near the plan whatsoever the plan this was not the plan.

you want it to be the plan.

[isabelguerra]

i love wizabel because i get to take isabel “dad left and ed leaves and everyone” “how can being miserable be whats best for me” “we’re a team and im the leader” “nobody gets left in the dark, nobody gets left behind” “i dont expect you to take a hitball for me just stay by my side” guerra, give her even MORE responsibilities, and instill her with the worst crime I believe she would be terrified to admit to herself, let alone anyone else: wanting something. for herself.

and then, even worse, making that Something be another person