Archie poses naked for you as part of an art project. His dad walks in and has a few notes.
Pose For Me
The afternoon light filtered through the large windows of Archie's bedroom, casting long shadows across the easels and half-finished canvases. Archie Andrews stood on the small wooden platform in the center of the room, a nervous but determined expression on his face. He was completely naked, his red hair slightly disheveled, his athletic frame on display for the sole audience member in the room.
Y/N sat on a stool several feet away, charcoal pencil in hand, studying Archie's form with an artist's intense focus. The pose was supposed to be casual—Archie leaning against a prop column, one leg bent, arms crossed loosely over his chest—but the tension in his shoulders betrayed his discomfort.
"Is this okay?" Archie asked, his voice a little unsteady. "I've never... done this before."
"It's perfect." Y/N replied without looking up from the sketchbook. "You have great lines. The way your muscles tense when you're nervous actually adds to the composition."
Archie let out a nervous laugh. "So my anxiety is artistically valuable?"
"Extremely." Y/N said with a small smile, finally glancing up. "Just try to relax a bit more. Let your shoulders drop."
Archie took a deep breath and tried to follow the instruction, shifting slightly on the platform. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on his skin, and he fought the urge to cover himself. This was for art, he reminded himself. For a grade. For Y/N, who had been so professional about the whole thing despite the unusual circumstances.
Just as Archie was beginning to feel somewhat comfortable with the arrangement, the door creaked open.
"Archie, I thought you might be here—"
Fred Andrews stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he took in the scene: his son standing completely naked on a platform, and Y/N with a sketchbook looking up at him with wide eyes.
There was a moment of stunned silence before Fred found his voice again. "Well. This is... unexpected."
Archie practically jumped off the platform, grabbing his jeans from where they lay folded nearby. "Dad! What are you doing here?"
Fred held up his hands in a gesture of peace, though his eyes kept darting between his partially dressed son and the sketchbook in Y/N's hands. "I came to see if you wanted to grab lunch. I didn't realize you were... modeling."
"It's for art class." Archie mumbled, pulling on his jeans quickly. "We're doing figure studies."
"Right." Fred said, nodding slowly. He walked closer to Y/N, who had closed the sketchbook instinctively. "May I?"
Y/N hesitated before passing over the book. Fred flipped through the pages, his expression shifting from surprise to genuine interest.
"These are quite good." He said, studying the charcoal drawings. "You've captured the tension in Archie's shoulders well. Though..." He tilted his head. "The shading here could use more depth. The light source is coming from the windows, so there should be more contrast on the shadowed side."
Archie stared at his father in disbelief. "Dad, you're critiquing my naked portrait?"
Fred looked up, a slight flush on his cheeks. "Just trying to be helpful. I did take a few art classes in college." He closed the sketchbook and handed it back to Y/N. "You have talent. But maybe next time, give a father some warning before he walks in on his son's... artistic endeavors."
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Andrews." Y/N said, cheeks burning. "We should have put a sign on the door."
"No harm done," Fred said with a sigh. "Though I might need a few minutes to unsee some things." He clapped Archie on the shoulder. "Are we still on for lunch? Or do you have more posing to do?"
Archie glanced at Y/N, who was studiously avoiding eye contact. "I think we're done for today. The project's due Friday anyway."
"Good." Fred said, already heading for the door. "I'll be in the truck. Give me five minutes to process... all of this."
As the door closed behind his father, Archie let out a groan of embarrassment. "I am so sorry about that. My dad has no boundaries sometimes."
"It's okay." Y/N said with a small laugh. "Though I have to admit, his notes weren't bad. He was right about the shading."
Archie looked at Y/N in disbelief before breaking into a laugh. "Only my dad would walk in on his naked son and start giving art critiques. I'm never living this down."
