oh my god they were coworkers...
so @herbgerblin mentioned in this post an au where barry and lup teach at the same place and their students don’t realize they’re straight up married, which reminded myself and @a-seductive-rock of a similar au we came up with where barry and lup are both professors at the same school, and their students don’t realize they’re married to each other and then this happens:
Jacob Henderson is… well. He’s not FAILING astronomy so much as he’s holding on by a thread. Barely.
He’s a chemistry major. What is he even doing in astronomy?
He didn’t think it’d be that hard, that’s what he’s doing in astronomy. And it’s too late to drop it without facing a penalty or a fee from this damn capitalist university.
They’ve had five assignments so far and he’s bombed most of them, just barely scraping by enough to be passing. So, on assignment six, he’s finally conceded and decided to go to his professor’s office hours for help.
When he walks up to the door, it’s not pushed and latched closed, but it’s open only a tiny sliver. He can hear quiet voices coming from inside.
“Dr. Bluejeans?” Jacob knocks lightly on the door, pushing it open as he does. “I had a question about the-”
He stops as he takes in the scene in front of him.
Dr. Taaco, his organic chemistry professor, is sitting on Dr. Bluejeans’ desk, and Dr. Bluejeans has his hand VERY on her thigh.
“Oh,” Jacob says dumbly. “I- uh. Sorry. Am I… interrupting?”
“Yes,” Dr. Taaco says at the same time Dr. Bluejeans says “no.”
Dr. Bluejeans fixes Dr. Taaco with a look that Jacob can’t decipher, then he removes his hand from where it was on her thigh and crosses his arms on his desk, facing Jacob more directly.
“No, Jacob, you’re not interrupting. What can I help you with here, in my office, during my office hours, where any of my students can freely walk into my office for help.” The way Dr. Bluejeans says that last part feels very pointed. Jacob sees Dr. Taaco roll her eyes.
“I, uh, had a question? About the assignment? I need some help with it.”
“Of course.” Dr. Bluejeans gestures to the chairs against the wall. “Why don’t you pull a chair over and we can work through what you’re having trouble with.”
Jacob does as he’s told. Dr. Taaco sighs and slides off the desk. “You win this time, Bluejeans,” she says, “but you owe me.”
Dr. Bluejeans grins. “I’ll get you on the next one.”
She points accusingly at him. “You better. I’m going to take you up on your offer for next week.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
Dr. Taaco marches out of the room, and poor Jacob Henderson is left with a terrible realization.
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