so i'm writing a pretty list one shot, which is new, but i really like the idea of john trying to persuade alex to pose nude for him

also i didn't write a sequel so i can only think or one shot these ideas 😔

Alex

"Hey," John grins (I'm assuming), wrapping his arms around me and hugging me from behind, and kissing my cheek. I look up from my book.

"Hi," I reply, turning my head and kissing his lips softly, which is hard at such an angle.

"I got a question." He says, and I put my bookmark in my book and put it down.

"Uh huh?"

"Would you uh... If I painted you, would you maybe pose for me... nude?" He mumbles, the tips of his ears glowing a bright red.

I snort as an immediate reaction, then rush to apologise seeing Johns face. "Sorry, sorry, immediate reaction, I shouldn't have laughed, sorry," I smile at him. "Uh no, not gonna lie that's a bit awkward, I don't even like my body that much. And like naked naked? I've never even posed before, I just sit in your painting room for 'company' and every time it turns out you're painting me." I eye him up and down. "What, do you want me to just 'draw me like one of your french girls'?" I flop dramatically in his arms, throwing one of my hands on my forehead.

"I shouldn't have let you watch that film." He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Wearing this. Wearing only this." I quote, being dramatic as I can and arching my back.

"Honestly, yes it would very much turn me on." He pouts.

I place a hand in his face. "Hush there's no time to be horny."

"Not even a little bit?"

"No?"

"Not even one kiss...?"

I sigh. "Fine yeah ok." I can never say no to him when he offers me a kiss.

time skip idk they smooch they're dating. it's like a couple of days later and they got drunk together cause 🤨

"Ok, ok, ok," John breathes, "You... You gotta play rock paper scissors with me." He points shakily at me.

I laugh. "Why?"

"The loser has to do one thing that the other person asks." He stares at me, smirking.

"When I win," I hiccup, "I'm gonna make you get more alcohol or do all my chores for like a week. Or... do my job too, you can take my spot on the list."

"You're over confident so now you're gonna lose." He laughs.

"Am not."

"Are too!"

"Fuck you."

"Ok, but we have to play this first." He says with determination.

"Ok fine. On shoot, or after shoot?"

"After." He smirks at me. "Ok, rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" We both pulled scissors, and I stare at our hands.

Giggling, John moves his fingers so that they in between mine. "Scissoring." He whispers and I cackle with laughter.

"Ok, try again and Ill whoop your ass." I grin at him, and he stares at me.

"Good fucking luck. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" He says, and I stare at the fist in his hand and the two fingers in mine.

"Who won?" I ask.

"I did stupid." He laughs, hugging me so aggressively we both fall to the floor.

"Ok, fine, what do I gotta do?" I smile at him, kissing him lightly, unable to resist his lips.

"You gotta pose nude for me." He smirks.

"What?! You're still on about that? Not fair." I poke him in the chest.

"Totally fair, I won."

"Can't I just seduce you instead?"

"No. You gotta now this now, fair and square."

"Stupid. Fine."

time skip cause it's midnight and i'm honestly kinda tired

I take another sip out of my bottle, glancing nervous at John at the canvas. There was no way I was doing this sober, while John insisted he can paint drunk.

"Go on, I did say nude." He sits there, waiting. "Why, do you want me to help?" He teases me.

"I'm fine." I huff, pouting at him. Anxiously, I put down the bottle, hesitantly reaching and pulling my hoodie over my head. I slowly place it on the floor, staring at John.

It was kind of cold.

He just waited.

So I bit my lip, and unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall to the floor, and slowly stepping out of them.

I rub my arm awkwardly. "How naked did you mean?"

"All the way, if you don't mind." He says.

I look down, but slowly take off my boxers too.

There was some part of me that seems to find thrill in this, finding it excited and sexy and not awkward at all. I think that's what stopped me from actually saying no.

"Are you happy now?" I glare at him, half ashamed of my body.

"Very." He says breathlessly, "It's ok, you can go sit down."

I pick up my bottle and go sit down, resting my chin on my hand because I'm tired.

A few seconds go by, and John says from behind the canvas, "Don't get hard."

I cross my legs. "Don't paint my dick."

"But that's the fun part." He pouts and I giggle.

I suppose it wasn't so bad. I mean, I was drunk the entire time, but that's what made it bearable. It was kind of cold, but the entire time I talked with John, we laughed, I drank, and he slowly gained more paint on his face.

It's not like it was my first time being naked around him, but it felt awkward, but the awkwardness slowly melted away as it went on.

It's so confusing, but I feel so calm around him. I feel comfortable. I love him.

"This is the stupidest idea you've ever had." I laugh, taking a sip.

"Hey, it won't be long, I'm nearly done. Besides, you're a gorgeous model." He half slurs. I think he's probably still a bit drunk too.

"God you better be quick, I can't feel my ass." I laugh, adjusting in my seat.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you can feel it later." He smirks at me.

"Stop being horny."

"You wanted to seduce me earlier."

"Only to get out of this."

"Well you've done a great job seducing me." He smirks. "Are you sure you won't let me paint your dick."

"Yes. That's embarrassing. You're not painting my dick."

"Oh come on, I mean it's not that small."

"Stop it."

"Ok."

I took another sip, staring at him as he concentrates. It felt like my entire body was being scrutinised, and that gave me goosebumps.

"I'm done." John says, looking surprised. "I think. I can never tell if I'm done or not."

"Can I stand up now?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah."

"Great," I stand up, stretching my arms above my head. I had sat in that position so long. "My ass hurts jesus christ."

"I like this painting." John muses and I pick up my jumper from the floor and throw it on. Luckily it's oversized so it actually covers my butt. "I'm gonna but it above our bed."

"No you wont." I snort, coming over to look, "Like fuck you..." I trail off when I see the painting. "Oh."

Why is he such a good painter? And why do I like it this much?

I don't look bad. I don't. Sure, he had painted all my imperfections, my scars and my stretch marks, but they didn't look out of place or wrong like they do when I look in the mirror. And he had painted me smiling. He had painted me happy, because I was happy, I was talking to John.

"You like it?" He asks smoothly, but I could hear the nervousness in his voice.

"Yeah," I breathe, "I really do." I turn to smile at him.

He suddenly grabs my waist, and sits me down on his lap. I blink in surprise.

"I love you." He whispers, cupping my cheek and tucking a stand of hair behind my ear.

"I love you too." I reply, leaning in and kissing him, pulling myself closer to him.

I can only imagine historians in the future discovering all the paintings johns done of alex and (john would probably be the only one remembered from the pretty list) realising how much john actually loved alex to paint him this much, and how much care he put into each piece.

and dinosaurs

i feel like john would paint himslef riding a dinosaur