prof-johnnybastian

[prof-johnnybastian]

Happy Birthday, Old Friend | Self-Para

Johnny had made a promise so that whenever he could, he’d send a sign to his loved ones on their birthdays to let them know that he was thinking about them all the time. For Peter’s birthday, he sent a shooting star, for Arista’s, the faint sound of a piano playing in the distance, for Matt’s, he pat the boy’s injured hand to give him the ability to pluck the strings again, and so on and so forth. Today, however, was a big day, much more special. It was his best friend’s birthday, a friend that he survived high school with. He remembered every fond memory, every up and down, every prank, Thomas O’Malley was the brother he had always wanted. 

For: @rightoffthecuff-omalley

The man made it to Cancun and Catrina temporarily opened a portal for him to wander as a spirit amongst the people for a few hours. In the process he left a small gift to each of his former students, a swarm of rare “rainbow” butterflies flying over their heads from a legend he once shared in class. Upon arriving to where O’Malley was at, he sent his first sign, a flock of song birds to sit near him to sing him a beautiful melody. The second, was the melodic sound of wind chimes in the distance. His third sign were papers flying through the air, a memory he hoped O’Malley would remember from when they’d lose papers and run after them to catch them as the air fiercely blew them. Johnny’s final sign was him walking over to O’Malley and taking a seat next to him. He put a hand on the man’s shoulder and shouted, “Happy Birthday, brother!” Of course, he was merely a spirit, so his shout would sound as a mere whisper to the man, but for him, it was good enough.

Slowly, Johnny stood back up and nodded at his friend, he turned around to see his former students laughing, dancing and having a good time and it brought tears to his eyes to see that everyone was happy and living life as they should. He began to walk toward the portal, but turned around one last time to see his people, his family and he blew them a kiss that would fly with the wind and turned back around back to where he had found peace. 

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danielle-bonfamille:.

“You make a very valid point. But I think you deserve an over-the-top entrance.” She smiled kindly. “You are very loved, that is for sure. I know everyone is thrilled about having you visit us.”

“Thanks. Maybe I’ll give the school the old scare by descending from the auditorium or something. That’ll rile ‘em up,” He joked with a laugh. “I appreciate that and I am grateful to be back and experience this again. You have no idea how  much I already miss it. I’ve been visiting a lot lately.” 

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meridaclunbroch:.

Merida stood in silence for a moment or two, trying to register how it was possible for him to be standing before her. “Should I ask?” She chuckled, still a bit wary of the situation. “It’s… unexplainably awesome.”

Johnny laughed, “Uh, Dia de Los Muertos, ever heard of it?” He shrugged, “It really is, but Merida, have a seat, you look a little spooked. Which, is the normal reaction I’ve been getting.” 

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boo-sullivan:.

Bella bit her lip. “How’s it like? Where you’re at? Are you happy, teach?” She sighed at his words, giving the man another light squeeze. “I’m sorry that happened, maybe Bowie requested you? I bet you have some kick ass music over there.” She tried to lighten up the mood with a bright smile. “You’re the best, PB. I’ll forever cherish it, and you know I don’t break my promises!” She chuckled.

Johnny nodded, “It’s nice where I’m at. Very vibrant and colorful--and yeah, I’m pretty happy. At peace, but happy but I miss gettin’ to teach  you all and hangin’ around the music room and playin’ pranks...” He chuckled. “Y’know what it was actually Elvis. They needed a good songwriter to help ‘em write a post-mortem hit, y’know?” He ruffled Bella’s hair with a grin, “That’s what I like to hear, Bells! But tell me, how’ve you been? How’s life back here?” 

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prof-rafikifillmore:.

“I hear I have that affect on people. How are you enjoying your time… Back?”

“Oh, why yes you do,” Johnny laughed and stretched out his arms. “It feels great to be alive again and not in pain. Downside is, it’s short.” 

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talia-mckinnon:.

“What do you plan on doing while you have the chance to be here?”

“Party it up, of course. I didn’t exactly get a chance to go out with a bang y’know with the whole heart problems thing. But now, I do.” 

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headmistress-dracarys:.

“Honored, to do what would should have done a long time ago.” Her hand ever so gently tucked a stray hair back. “You would think after dieing fear of rejection would no longer exhisit.” But her fear of ever falling in love again crawled back into her heart, for she had already lost him once. “Good, I’d hate to think he couldn’t keep up with me. I hear he’s a bit vain. What should I do about that?” she teased in return. Her arm linking with his, keeping him close to her side. Finally getting her second chance in a very long time. “I don’t see why not.” 

“Man, was I--still am a big ol’ chicken,” He chuckled. “You would think right? But noo, even in death we still get a little scared about rejection, but that’s just human nature.” Johnny smiled at Mal as he usually did, knowing that he had missed admiring her from up close. “Really? Man, looks like he’s really gonna have to up his game then to keep up with you. I think you should dance in circles around him, really show ‘em what you got,” He chuckled as he began to lead the way. “It’s about a five minute walk from here, I hope you don’t mind.” 

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rightoffthecuff-omalley:.

Johnny hugged his best friend as tightly as he possibly could and smiled. “I missed you, man.” 

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Johnny patted the girl’s head lightly and chuckled at her excitement, “Yes ma’am a week.” His eyes widened, “Now let’s not startle the girl either, I’m sure everyone’s freaked ‘er out already.” He raised an eyebrow. “You guess? How come? Well, I’ve missed everyone, but I gotta say, the other side is very peaceful. I got to meet Elvis, Michael Jackson, Prince, John Lennon, and David Bowie on the first day. Needless to say, I had to try not to poop my pants in excitement.”

She held on to him for a while longer and then finally pulled back. “Yayy! A week!” She jumped in excitement. “WHAT? Eh. Mah. Gawd. I need to find out who she is, that is so cool.” She smiled. “I’ve been okay, I guess. We all miss you a lot around here. How are things on the other side?”

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“I’ve missed you all so much, I’ll tell ya that,” He sighed at the girl with a sad look. “I was sick for a long while and I didn’t realize it til two weeks before my birthday.” He hugged the girl tight and ruffled her hair lightly. “I’m glad you like it. I know you always had a thing for the ol’ guy so I had to pass it down to the one worthy for it.”

“Well, we miss you a ton. And we still want answers out of you, mister. You really owe us some explaining.” She tried to make a face as a reprimand, but she ended up smiling and going up to hug him tight. “I’m just glad to see you again. Oh! Thank you for the jacket, too! I wear it religiously.”

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“Well, you know when you’re raised off Broadway, you just can’t help but need a little bit of an entrance,” Johnny joked with a chuckle. “I’m glad you’re doing alright...yeah...it’s been a little quiet. Kinda bummed out about that, but I understand it, too.” 

“No, no, not too dark. I know how much you love your grand entrances.” Danielle smiled. “I am just fine, thank you. Things are a bit odd around here lately without you.”

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Johnny hugged the redhead tightly. “Ah, Ari. It’s good to see ya, kiddo!” 

Her expression was one of surprise, but she grinned brightly, not saying anything and just running up to hug him.

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The man pat the boy’s back in a soothing manner and replied to lighten the mood a little, “Well, that’s a relief.” He looked at the boy with sad eyes, “I’m mad at myself, bud. You’re like a son I never had, but wished to have had one day and, I wish that I knew sooner and things would’ve been different.” A sigh escaped him, “Hey, hey, don’t say that. You’re gonna do it right. You’ve still got Ray Maldette, sure he ain’t as cool as me, but you got him...” He paused, then ruffled the boy’s hair, “But you’re already an amazing dad. You’ve always had it in ya, the leader of the pack, always protective of your loved ones. Just know that bein’ strong doesn’t mean you gotta be stoic. It’s okay to lean on those around you when life is rough and you’ve made me so damn proud, Peter. I know you can do it when I go again.”  

The boy pressed his face into Johnny’s shoulder, staining his sleeves with tears. He shook his head, continuing to sob. “I-I don’t want to hit you,” he mumbled into the man’s jacket. Peter attempted a solid breath, but he was still shaking. Instead, he lifted his head, pulling the sleeve of his forest green flannel over his hand to wipe his remaining tears. “I’m so mad at you,” Peter sniffed. “You’re my dad, P.B. Or at least, you were. Y-you were th-there when he wasn’t and know you’re just gone and I-I-I don’t have anyone like that anymore. H-how am I supposed to do it right if I have n-no one to look up to?” He was still crying, but he stood a little taller now. “What am I gonna do when you l-leave again?”

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“Mr. Austin Jetsam, it’s good to see ya,” Johnny chuckled at the male. He looked over at the male. He didn’t wanna show how baffled he was but his eyes said it all. “Well, I’m afraid so. You’d have to talk to Headmistress Callie about that grade, but since I’m feeling generous, you gotta get that assignment in by the 2nd before midnight.”

Spotting the professor, Austin jogged to catch up with him. “Professor Bastian, it’s so good to see you! Glad to see you’re back from the, uh, dead.” Clasping him on the shoulder, he lowered his tone and said, “Say, it’s not too late to do something about my grade in your class, right?”

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Johnny was surprised to see Peter cry. Sure he’s seen him sad, angry, even hurt, but never cry. He walked over to the boy, wrapping his arms around him. “Hey, hey, I’m here now, kiddo. I’m here and I’m sorry. You can yell at me some more, hit me even, but I’m here for you. Always.” His voice was soft and soothing, hoping to calm the boy down, even if it was just a little bit. 

Peter wanted to yell some more. He wanted to tell his old professor that he was angry at him, that he didn’t really want to see him. Instead, he started to cry. Peter never cried, ever, but he couldn’t help it. For the first time in a long time, Peter just stood and sobbed. 

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“It’s all goo--” He laughed as he hugged her. “It really is. I’ll be here for a week, you know, I didn’t think La Muerte was actually a student here. I was baffled. Now I can’t tell you who she is, but I’m sure you’ll run into her. I digress. How’ve you been?” 

Ana giggled. “Sorry, prof. I got exited.” She quickly hugged him. “Magic is so amazing, How long are you staying?”

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“I’m feelin’ lively, Bella, I’m feelin’ lively!” He grinned. “Well, I feel like I could run a marathon now. I don’t have that chest pain anymore, I can breathe easier, it’s all good. How bout you? You and the guys doin’ alright?” 

“Looking lively, teach!” She chuckled. “How you’ve been? You know…besides…” Bella made an awkward face.