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[timelesslords]

fluff 3 or fluff 10 please!!! (i love all ur fics sm)

ty <3! I went with a very loose interpretation of fluff 10 (are we on a date right now?) for this one lol

send me a sentence starter and I’ll fill it for Percabeth

“Are we on a date right now?”

“We’re on a mission right now. Focus, Seaweed Brain.”

Percy had sort of known that already, but if this was genuinely a mission and not a date, Annabeth wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion. She was wearing a white summer dress, short and flowy, patterned with tiny cherries. The light fabric contrasted with her tan skin, making it seem to glow gold in the sunlight. Her long curly hair tumbled free over her shoulders, out of its usual practical ponytail.

Of course, she had an imperial gold knife strapped to her thigh under her skirt, but that didn’t negate the impracticality of the outfit otherwise. Not that Percy was complaining— she looked gorgeous. Still, it left him a little confused. 

“But we are like, on a date,” Percy said. 

“We’re pretending to be on a date,” Annabeth corrected. 

It was a sunny California day, and they were sitting on an outdoor patio of a restaurant. A restaurant that was in the mortal world, not New Rome, and although Percy had been debriefed beforehand, he was having trouble seeing exactly where the date ended and mission began. 

“You’re my girlfriend,” Percy pointed out. 

“So?” 

“So doesn’t that make this fake date a real date?”  

“No,” Annabeth said shortly, taking a sip of her sweet tea. Her straw was already stained with the lipstick she was wearing, red to match the cherries on her dress.

“I’m confused,” Percy admitted.  

“I explained this before we left.”

“And I was as confused then as I am now.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes, long and hard. Gods, she was hot when she was annoyed at him. Which was a very dangerous thought to have, because if she wasn’t he might be more careful about antagonizing her. 

“We’re pretending to be on this nice lunch date so that we can keep an eye on that server over there,” Annabeth said, tilting her head surreptitiously towards one of the waiters dealing with a table to their right, a kid with dark hair who looked maybe 16. 

“Who might be a half-blood,” Percy remembered. He had been paying some attention when she explained it earlier. 

“Right.”

“Wouldn’t bringing the two of us here drive out any monsters that are here?” Percy asked, frowning, “I mean, not to brag or anything, but I’ve been told I smell tasty.” 

“That’s kind of the idea,” Annabeth said, taking another sip of tea. 

“You didn’t mention that before we left,” Percy said, only a touch accusatory.  

And, okay, he probably should have seen this coming. If there was a monster stalking the kid, which given his age, was likely, Percy and Annabeth’s presence would be enough to draw it out. Then they could get rid of it and send the kid along to whatever camp he was suited for. It was very up Annabeth’s alley, what with its kill-two-birds-with-one-stone approach.

“You hadn’t gotten that far,” Annabeth said. If she was bothered by Percy’s tone, she didn’t show it. In fact, she looked like she was trying not to laugh.  

“Hadn’t gotten that far in what?” Percy asked, playing along. 

“In understanding the plan,” Annabeth said. 

“You made this convoluted on purpose,” Percy said, grinning, and now it was a genuine accusation— an amused one, but an accusation all the same. Annabeth just shrugged innocently. 

“It’s not my fault good plans are complex sometimes,” she said.  

“Were you just counting on me thinking this was a date so I would agree to go?” Percy asked. 

“No,” Annabeth said, though her eyes flickered away from his for just a second. 

“You’re a bad liar,” Percy said, affectionately.

“No I’m not,” Annabeth rebuffed, bristling, “I specifically told you before we left that this was a fake date.” 

“I would have gone anyway,” Percy said. It was true. He would probably go anywhere Annabeth asked him to, but a simple recon mission to pick up a possible half-blood really was no sweat. Even if monsters were involved.

“It was easier this way,” Annabeth said. She was fighting to keep the smile off her face now, he could see the corners of her mouth twitching.

“Easier for you,” Percy said, grinning openly. 

“Well, I wasn’t about to make it easier for you,” Annabeth said, smile finally breaking through. 

“So you lured me on the promise of a nice date out with my girlfriend and instead I’m sitting here as monster bait,” Percy said, leaning back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.  

“I lured you out with the promise of a fake date,” Annabeth amended, “And I mentioned everything but the monsters beforehand.”

“You could’ve mentioned the monsters.”

Annabeth shrugged again, unconcerned.

“I knew you would get there eventually.”

“Thanks. I think.”

“Anytime babe.” 

“I really would have come anyway.” 

“I know, that’s why I didn’t feel bad. It was just more fun this way,” Annabeth said, smiling around the straw of her drink.

“For you,” Percy said, though he was smiling too. 

“I like watching you figure out my plans,” Annabeth said,   

Percy raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh, do you?” 

Annabeth flushed a little at that, but unfortunately did not have a chance to respond. At that exact moment there was a loud crash a few tables over, a piercing scream rippling through the air. Percy and Annabeth exchanged a look.

“Looks like our date is over,” Percy sighed, pulling Riptide out of his pocket.

“Fake date,” Annabeth corrected, knife already in hand.

“Raincheck for a real one?” he asked, uncapping his sword. She flashed him a grin. 

“Always.” 

[bbyannabeth]

our love lasts so long

Being around Percy was maybe Annabeth’s favorite thing in the world. It always has been, to some degree. But even more so after they’d begun dating. It was freeing and happy, and she could potentially (definitely) see herself doing this for the rest of her life.

Currently, they were in his bed, noises of his parents talking and moving echoed throughout the apartment since they had to keep his door open. A movie played on his small TV, but they weren’t watching anymore. Percy was on his back with Annabeth pressed against his side, propped up on one elbow. He was telling her about something that had happened during an assembly at school, and there was something about the light in his eyes and the smile on his face that made her never want to leave that bed.

“I literally thought they were going to fight each other,” he concluded. Annabeth smiled.

“Would you have jumped in and stopped them?”

“Fuck no,” he laughed. “I’ve gotten in enough fights to last a lifetime. Unless my life is on the line, I’m never gonna lift a finger again.”

Annabeth laughed and leaned down to kiss him. Even with the door open and the risk of someone walking by, she’d found herself stealing kisses often. They were scarily addictive coming from him.

Seguir leyendo

[annabethy]

81 “people just don’t like me” and/or 87 “oh my god, i love you” (i’m thinking sometime with a love confession but it’s up to u! love u bestie)

In which Annabeth’s in love with her best friend, and Percy’s a pretty good date,, percabeth

Annabeth has never been one to become distracted by people around her, but Percy Jackson seems to be an exception.

There’s something sinful about the way he looks at her when they’re working at separate tables in the chem lab. He’s meant to be paying attention to the reaction before him, but instead, his eyes are on her. He’s not particularly hiding it, and she thinks that’s what makes it so much more intriguing.

Percy Jackson holds no shame for her, and it makes her want him that much more.

Annabeth isn’t one to talk; her eyes are glued to him too, far more than is acceptable when she’s also so focused on her grades. But she’s not complaining. She likes his gaze, the sea-green irises that hold pure, unadulterated want, promise, passion—

Annabeth hardly hears Piper’s scolding when she nearly drops hydrochloric acid. Instead, her ears zero in on the low laugh she swears Percy gives out as she shakes his head at her, adoring, and gets back to the task at hand. She already knows to expect his appearance later that day, once they’re both done with class and ready to continue on with their game of advances, to see who will fold first.

It’s exactly what happens, and she has to smother a smile when she catches him waiting for her after the lab, leaning against the outside wall with his leather jacket thrown over an arm, prepared for her to shuck it on like she always does on Tuesdays while they walk to find somewhere to eat lunch.

Percy holds open the jacket while Annabeth steps into the sleeves, and then he moves to pull her hair from below the collar.

“You sure look comfortable,” Percy comments lightly, his stride matching hers as they walk. His fingers pinch her elbow gently. “Enjoy stealing my jacket, don’t you?”

“It’s not stealing if you give it to me,” she reminds. “And I seem to recall you offering it to me when I forgot my own.”

Percy snorts. “Two months ago.”

“Two days, two months. What is time, anyway?”

Percy sighs, but she can hear the amusement in his voice. He’d let it slip one night that he likes seeing her in his jacket, and she’s made it a point to do it every chance she can, if only to see that subtle grin on his face that he always tries to hide.

“You’re a thief, you know?”

Annabeth smiles sweetly as she links her arm through his, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. “Is it theft if you willingly gave it to me?”

“You’ve stolen more than my jacket.”

“Wasn’t stealing.”

“My heart, for example.”

Annabeth coos and drags them to a slow stop. He ends up cornering her against the brick of an English building, and she lets herself be pressed to the wall, delighting in the way he towers over her and looks at her like she’s the only person in the world.

When Percy just looks at her accusingly, she snickers and says, “You willingly gave me that, too.”

“It wasn’t so much willing as it was unpreventable. I didn’t really get a say in the matter. And besides, it’s not officially yours.”

Annabeth’s hands rub at his arms when they press to either side of her, trapping her in the moment. She doesn’t object; she wants him in the same way he wants her.

“Why don’t you make it official, then?” she teases.

“I’ve tried,” he says, moving his face away when Annabeth tugs lightly at the ring on his lower lip. “But you like to mess with me, and then give me oogly eyes across the room.”

“Oh, but it’s so much fun. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You know what’s more fun?”

“Hm?”

“Going on a date with me.”

“I don’t hear a question there.”

Percy rolls his eyes fondly, but he’s smiling. “Will you go on a date with me?”

Annabeth already knows her answer, but she can’t help but make this moment last longer. She wants to stay here forever.

“A date with me? Aren’t there a million other girls that want you?”

“People just don’t like me,” he says, grinning. “Not in the way that you do.”

It goes unsaid what he really means. She knows plenty of people like him, but that’s the difference. Where others like him, Annabeth loves him. She loves the gold ring on his lip, the sparkle in his eyes, the gentle caresses he gives her when it’s late and she falls asleep in his arms while they’re watching a movie. She loves what other people like, and that’s exactly why they are where they are, together.

“Where would we go on a date?” she asks, looking him in the eyes. He matches her gaze, and she could look at him all day.

“Anywhere you want.”

“I want you to choose,” she says, a finger poking lightly into his chest. She feels a shiver run down her back when he bends down to kiss her hand.

“In that case…” Percy leans in closer to whisper in his ear, and there’s no way he doesn’t know the effect he has on her. “I want to take you to a museum.”

“You hate museums,” she muses.

“But you like museums, and I like you.”

Annabeth thinks that’s a date-worthy response.

“But I would take you out to dinner first. There’s this place I want you to try—it reminds me of you—and then since the museum closes at ten, we could go to the beach. That’s where we met.”

She kind of wants to cry at his words. Percy’s always been like this, considerate, and she wishes more people knew this side of him, but at the same time, she wants to keep it all to herself.

“But really, I don’t care what we do,” Percy says. “As long as I have you, I’m happy.”

And Annabeth melts.

“Oh my god, I love you,” she breathes.

Percy smiles, his laugh bright as the sun. “Yeah?”

Annabeth can’t wait. “Kiss me.”

And he does just that.

It’s short and sweet, but it’s so reminiscent of the two of them, how they’ve always been the other’s soft spot, and it’s exactly as should be.

Annabeth never did imagine herself getting distracted in class, but she never imagined herself ending up with someone like this, either. She supposes not everything has to be expected; she’s glad that the unexpected exists, because without it, she would never be here.

“So is that a yes?” Percy asks, pressing his lips lightly to the corner of her mouth.

Annabeth rolls her eyes and kisses him once more. “It’s a yes.”

[annabethy]

The thing that gets me about Percy is how he’s always focused on Annabeth no matter what’s going on. He could be in the middle of danger, but he’ll just stare at Annabeth and get distracted by literally anything about her. It’s always the worst times when he’s in a fight, but this man is so heart eyes for Annabeth like SIR

[aimeegbbs]

sex education + favourite dynamics (insp. x x x)

[capricornpropaganda]

I don't think kids need anymore euphoria or skins style tv shows bc it's just grown ass adults writing them lying to them about what ur teenage years are supposed to be like. Like smoking weed and going to bonfires n parties doesn't have to be like a rave. A lot of the shit you do at 14-17 is honestly not that cool in retrospect but that's the beauty of it

[capricornpropaganda]

I don't expect like teenagers to watch like Disney Channel sitcoms but there's got to be a range between that and like HBO in how they're represented. Like let them be as goofy and weird and insecure and mean and sincere as they are in real life

[diver-up]

Can you draw Silena Beauregard?

[ID: a digital drawing of silena beauregard in front of a white background. she’s sitting down, her head resting on her left hand while her right hand rests in front of her. she’s looking at the viewer and smiling. she has brown skin, dark brown eyes, and is wearing a red and gold hijab. she’s also wearing an orange t-shirt over a long-sleeved black shirt. her nails are painted pink, she has red eyeshadow, a gold nose ring, and she is wearing several golden bracelets and rings on her hand. pink hearts are drawn in the background, starting from behind her head and drifting up towards the top of the screen. End ID.]

[theskepticalwitch]

this blog is bi propaganda

[blackjacktheboss]

Percy @ the gods

[blackjacktheboss]

it really be like that sometimes

[blackjacktheboss]

"who told u that" or "how was your day"

Annabeth sits at the kitchen table with a glass of wine as she reads over a client’s notes on her designs, forcing herself not to roll her eyes. A pitter-patter of steps on the hardwood floor lets her know she’s not alone, but she keeps her eyes on her notes. The chair next to her slides out, scraping against the floor followed by the slaps of small hands against the chair and table, and Annabeth can’t help but smile. She looks to her left and sees her sunshine baby with her hair braided back smiling up at her.

“Hi mama,” Ruthie says with a little wave.

Annabeth laughs as she leans down to kiss her baby’s cheek. “Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?”

“Shh,” Ruthie says, putting a finger to her lips. “Don’t tell daddy.”

Annabeth shakes her head and leans back in her chair to match her daughter. “You look like a girl who could use a drink.”

Ruthie nods enthusiastically and Annabeth gets up to serve her daughter a nice cold glass of milk.

When Annabeth sits back down, she holds her wine glass out. “To mommy and Ruthie time.”

Ruthie carefully clacks her sippy cup against her mom’s glass. “Cheers!”

“So, Honeybee,” Annabeth says, reaching out to run her hand along the top of Ruthie’s head. “How was your day?”

“Good,” Ruthie says as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her legs moving up and down incessantly. “I pet a puppy today!”

“Oh yeah? Was it fluffy?”

“It looked like a cloud!”

“No way,” Annabeth says with exaggerated disbelief.

“Way! And it licked my face,” she says tapping her cheek with her little finger. “It tickled so much. And then daddy got me a popsicle... but don’t tell Mimi, it’s a secret.”

Annabeth winks. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Ruthie is silent for a moment, taking another swig of her milk. “Mommy, I have a question.”

Annabeth takes a sip of her wine, raising her eyebrows as she braces herself. “Hit me.”

“Did you really go inside a volcano and kiss daddy?”

Annabeth blinks slowly as she processes her daughter’s words. Her forehead creases and she leans in a bit closer to Ruthie. “Who told you that?”

Ruthie giggles with delight. “That’s silly!”

Percy pops into the kitchen and points at Ruthie dramatically. “Hey! I put you to bed already! And what’s so silly?”

Ruthie points right back. “Mommy kissed you in a volcano!”

Percy drops his hand and his brows draw together. “Who told you that?”

Again Ruthie giggles, but still gives no answers. Percy and Annabeth look at each other in confusion as Ruthie gets herself down from the chair and blows Annabeth a kiss.

“Goodnight, mommy!”

“Goodnight, Honeybee,” she replies automatically.

“Bye, daddy,” she says as she walks by him, taking herself upstairs.

“Bye, Monster,” he says as he takes Ruthie’s seat.

They sit in silence as they listen to the sound of Ruthie’s fading footsteps.

“Who told her?” Percy asks.

Annabeth finishes a sip of wine and hands the glass to her husband, shrugging. “It’s probably better if we don’t know.”

Percy nods, taking the glass. He takes a long, slow sip, sighing as he swallows. “You know, if she wasn’t so damn cute, I’d be more scared of her.”

“Is that what you used to say about me?” Annabeth asks playfully.

Percy shakes his head. “Oh no, I was definitely scared of you.”

Annabeth smacks his arm. “Rude.”

“It only made you hotter though!”

He leans in and kisses her on the cheek, which she leans in to, smiling. “Well, as long as it made me hotter.”

They spend the next several minutes making out at their kitchen table and as Annabeth leads Percy upstairs, their hands intertwined, he smirks.

“You know, it is pretty silly that you kissed me in a volcano.”

[eldritch-lesbians]

“fuck a hot girl summer i want a bog witch autumn” just say you’re a terminally online hater with internalized misogyny and go. megan thee stallion did not establish this gender-inclusive, body positive term about having fun and being unapologetically yourself, only for you weirdos to act like it’s problematic or beneath you. it’s not! seriously it just sounds like recycled “i’m not like other girls” rhetoric. it also gives off racist vibes - why so eager to mock the confidence & joy of a black woman and her predominantly black fans?

furthermore, i remind you that hot girl summer (as described by megan thee stallion herself) is about having fun and being yourself. if your version of that is dressing in shapeless robes and chanting ominously in the forest, you do you! that’s your hot girl summer! but stop acting like you’re better than the women whose hot girl summers will involve bikinis and partying. racism and misogyny is not cute or quirky - give it a rest.

[moodr1ng]

said this before will say it again - its very weird when white people keep taking things black people came up with/coined/created, determine its too shallow/sexual/ghetto or whatever, and decide they need to take it over and make it some kind of quirky dorky nerd shit. it reeks of antiblackness that everything black people do has to be turned into some cutesy fluffy stuff bc youre scandalized by black people and especially black women expressing ANYTHING that has to do with being sexy or loving your body or talking about sex or feeling hot or anything of the sort. why so eager to sanitize black peoples bodies and self-expression?

[sethkiel]

“He’d perfected his wolf stare over the last few months–a look that said: However bad you think you are, I’m worse. After strangling sea monsters and running over gorgons in a police car, Percy wasn’t scared of gangs. Pretty much nothing in the mortal world scared him anymore.”

-The Son of Neptune

Mr. Percy “Lupa taught me the wolf stare” Jackson. Gods look at him. Some lighting studies with everyone’s favorite demigod

[paunchjournal]

I just wanted to do the pen thing

[nest-deactivated20181209]

My gf is an actual amab cis girl. They wrote male on her birth certificate by mistake

holy shit tell your girlfriend congrats on the fun gender

[nest-deactivated20181209]

[nevertrustanoracle]

In an odd inversion, my cis grandfather was marked as female on his DEATH certificate.

[cats2019forthenintendoswitch]

afad

[bbyannabeth]

aspiring artist

For a brief second, Percy thought he’d died and gone to heaven. Because surely, the girl who’d just stepped onto the subway was an actual angel. She was stunning. Her hair fell just past her shoulders in loose ringlets, her eyes were a beautiful shade of gray he’d never seen on anyone else, her cheeks were dusted pink from the cold September air. And Percy really thought he died when she sat right next to him.

He glanced at her and noticed a bunch of freckles across her face and he had the urge to count them. He desperately wanted to say something, anything, as he stared at his hands. His eyes shifted a few inches to the right and he noticed a little flower drawn in sharpie on her jeans. It was likely done by a child but nonetheless, there was a story behind it and he wanted to know it.

Percy looked at her. "Cute flower,” he said quietly, nodding towards her jeans when her eyes snapped over to him. She looked at the little doodle and smiled beautifully.

“Thanks,” she said. Her voice made his knees weak. “My niece is an aspiring artist.”

Percy laughed and rolled up his sleeve to show off the little flower his sister had drawn on his wrist this morning. "Ah, so is my sister.”

“Very cute,” she said with a chuckle and it was clear the conversation was over.

Percy looked from his wrist to her jeans and his eyebrows furrowed. The flowers looked eerily similar. “What’s… your niece’s name?” he asked slowly. The girl stared at him for a second before her eyes moved to his wrist, then her jeans.

“Estelle,” she answered.

Percy blinked. “Estelle… Jackson?”

She stared again. Then her eyes flicked between the two drawings. “Yeah…” she trailed off.

“Six years old? curly brown hair, green eyes, an absurd amount of freckles?” he asked.

The girl’s lips quirked up. “That’s the one. She’s your sister?”

Percy nodded with a smile, though his blood ran cold. If she was related to Estelle, then that also meant the very pretty girl he had definitely wanted to flirt with was related to him.

"Ah,” she said, nodding. “You must be Percy then? She talks about you a lot.”

Percy’s heart warmed at the thought of his little sister babbling about him the same way he talked about her all the time. “That’s me,” he smiled. "And you said you’re her aunt?” he asked

“Oh, well, kind of,” she said. “You know Piper McLean?”

Percy nodded. Piper was his and Estelle’s aunt, though he and Piper were roughly the same age. She loved teasing him about that relentlessly.

“Piper and I have been best friends since we were four, so I’ve known Estelle since before she was born. She calls me auntie Annabeth, but I’m not actually related to her,” she explained. A slight weight was lifted from his shoulders.

"I definitely recognize your name,” he said. "I’ve heard it from Piper before but I’ve also heard it many, many times from Estelle. She talks about you more than she talks about Piper.”

Annabeth’s eyes lit up as she laughed. "I will be telling Piper that and bragging about it. I’ve always joked the Stella likes me more than her but it’s good to have some proof now.”

Percy laughed and glanced up at the screen showing the upcoming stop. His was next.

“My stop’s coming up,” he said regretfully. "It’s good to know we aren’t related but I’ll… see you around? Maybe?”

She started to nod before her eyes narrowed. “Why is it good that we aren’t related?”

Percy blinked. He definitely hadn’t meant to say that. "Because you’d technically be my aunt,” he smiled. "And I’d rather not have another aunt that’s around my age like Piper.”

“Uh-huh,” Annabeth nodded, though it was clear she saw the original intention behind his words. "It would be weird having a nephew my age, so I guess that’s fair.”

The train began to slow and Percy stood, holding onto the rail. Annabeth smiled up at him. "I’ll see you around?” he repeated hesitantly.

"Hopefully,” she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. The train stopped and he gave her one last smile before stepping off. The second his feet were on the platform, he realized he should’ve asked for her number. But he had lost his chance so he just trudged out of the subway station and made his way towards his mom’s apartment.

His phone buzzed a few times in his pocket but Percy ignored it in favor of keeping his hands out of the bitter winds. He stepped into the elevator and finally had a second to slip out his phone and check it. He had a few texts from an unknown number.

would it have been weird for me to ask piper for your number? i hope not because i did it was nice meeting you percy

[perseannabeth]

I love your teacher au concept 😄

Sorry it took me a year to write this and I wanna say @percababies this is for you and hope it was worth the long year wait.

-

Professor Jackson was on an ancient greek rant, or well, story. If you asked Maddison she would tell you that he was his favorite teacher, the way he would re-enact things from the Odyssey usually made the class laugh like there was no tomorrow, he was one of the most loved teachers at school and Maddison always looked forward to his classes.Even more after they started online classes and you didn’t know in which way he was going to start his class. He had decided to do fun things to keep them entertaining and looking forward to his class and if you asked her, that time with lightsaber was her favorite so far. But today was an exception, she could see her classmates laughing along with the story Professor Jackson was telling while wearing a toga that was probably fashioned from bedsheets over his clothes, but that was not where her attention was. All she could focus was on the painting behind him, a stunning watercolor of a big blue house surrounded by fields of strawberries. It was no surprise the painting had caught her attention, for once it was absolutely beautiful and second the artwork behind Professor Jackson had always been non-existent, just a plain baby blue wall and the occasional posters he sometimes used for his lessons. But it wasn’t the fact he had changed backgrounds that was bothering Maddie, it was the fact she was sure she had seen that painting before, and for the life of her, she couldn’t remember where. By the time the class ended Maddison had no idea what Professor Jackson had said or where she had seen the painting.

Days passed and as much she wished the thought couldn’t leave the brain, that stupid painting was haunting her, even after Professor Jackson was back in his normal background and the painting had been now shown. Maddison was about to give up in her quest of trying to find out about the painting, she had tried finding it online to zero matches and believe her, the number of ways she had described it on google, well Professor Grace would have been very proud of her vocabulary. She had asked her friends who found the situation hilarious and had been no help at all. And then the mug appeared. It was an white simple mug with the words ‘#1 Grandma’ on it. She had seen that mug before, she and her best friend Karla had joked about that mug before but neither of them couldn’t remember which professor had used it before, but she knew the mug was related to the painting somehow.

Turned out Maddison only needed to wait a few more days to get her answer. Professor Chase had paused her lesson to rearrange her camera and that’s when she saw it. It was not fully on frame and even if she had only seen it once, the image was stored in her brain. It was the painting, the same she had seen during Professor Jackson’s class and had haunted her ever since. And just like that pieces started to fall into place and she might have started to excitedly hit her keyboard. She had seen parts of the painting before in some classes with Professor Chase, it had never been fully on frame on the video but it was something her subconscious focused on when she tended to zone out during class. And the mug, Professor Chase had been using it at the start of online classes, she had ended up explaining it had been a gift from some friends but then she had ended up changing to a simple boring blue mug. If her professors had the same background and mug, and if the world was quarantined at home and not allowed to leave...that could only mean one thing.

“Professor Chase and Professor Jackson live together!” She said excitedly to herself.

It took her a few seconds to realize Professor Chase had paused her class and was looking at her, actually everybody in the class was looking at her. Her phone started to vibrate with messages, and she quickly read them.

Karla: Maddison you idiot Amelia: Wait what? Paco: I CALLED IT! Andy: Aw shit I own Grace money

Maddison turned back to look at her screen where the class was still looking at her. She couldn’t read the expression on Professor Chase, but maybe that was a tiny hint of a smile on her face. She was starting to maybe analyze the expression on her professor's face when she said in a teasing tone and her words made her want to die of embarrassment.

“Maddison, your microphone is on.”