cw: legal age gap (probably like 10 years in between you, johnny is 35, reader is 25)
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thinking of professor!john mactavish who specifically teachers chemical engineering and you quite frankly expected some pompous old fuck to be your teacher.
you did not expect some mohawked ass motherfucker, bright blues, and a fancy ass dress shirt. the man walks in, puts his book and thermos down down before he clears his throat.
“mornin, lads—“ he mumbles, you hear the familiar squeak of a whiteboard marker. on the board was his name and the name of the class.
“name’s dr. mactavish but..” he grins. “not really a formalities lad.” the man shrugs. “john is fine, even mactavish. i’m gonna be your professor for intro to chemical engineering.”
he scans the class and sees you right up front. something about the way his bright blues linger on you before he smiles sweetly before turning back to the class.
you freeze and on god, you feel like a bomb went off in your brain from how fucking.. lord, that’s your professor. you need to chill out.
“excited to be yer prof this semester.”
and on fucking god, you are so sure he’s talking to you. just you.