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WHY are there SO MANY female reader inserts with Trenderman and barely ANY male ones!? Hello, have you even LOOKED at him!? He OBVIOUSLY swings the male way! Or both ways.
[M/n] - male name
[H/l] - hair length, [H/c] - hair color, [E/c] - eye color, [F/c] - fave color, [F/d] - fave drink

Many people questioned [M/n]. He was the first openly homosexual jock in his school district, he looked good without trying, and he was more into horror than anything else. He never gave anyone a second glance unless they were discussing a subject he liked. One; sports, Two; horror, or Three; fashion. [M/n] was OBSESSED with looking good. He needed to look presentable. That’s why he was at his favorite place; the mall.
[M/n] was going to a wedding in two weeks, and he needed a suit. He didn’t like any of the ones he saw. He is a VERY picky person. To cliché, to bland, to clowny to expensive, and so forth.
[M/n] sighed and sat on a bench, running his fingers through his [h/l] [h/c] hair. He had bought a lot of seemingly pointless objects today, including a [f/d] to cool down his shopping spree, and now all he needed was a tuxedo. [M/n] dreaded buying a tux, but he needed to! He needed the tux so he could buy dress pants to match, then buy shoes to match the pants, socks to match the shoes, and a tie to match them all! That’s how [M/n] has always shopped. He wasn’t going to change it.
“How am I suppose to find a tuxedo that looks good on me!?” [M/n] whined, [e/c] eyes glaring at all the tuxedos around him. Although, for some reason, one mannequin he just couldn’t bring himself to glare at. He swears it’s been following him all day... nah, he was probably delusional. But if it was the same one, he had to admit, it looked pretty damn good in that outfit.
~Trender’s P.O.V~
That was close, he almost saw me. The moment I saw him I felt drawn to him. How his beautiful [h/c] hair fell over his perfect face, how his [e/c] eyes always shine with his emotions, how his outfit always fit him perfectly, not revealing anything, yet they didn’t leave much to the imagination. He is beautiful.
“I can’t do this.” I hear [M/n] whine. He sounds like he’s given up. That’s not like him, I wonder what’s wrong.... “There is NO tuxedo in the world that makes me look good. No one can make a tuxedo that makes me look good!”
Was that a challenge I heard in his sexy voice? I do believe so~
~Normal P.O.V~
“Is that so?” Trenderman’s voice chuckled, making [M/n] jump and look around in a panic. No one was around him, so he thought. Trenderman rose from his spot, which didn’t help [M/n]’s panicked state. The moment [M/n]’s mouth opened, Trender wrapped a tendril around it. Shutting him up.
What the hell is he!? [M/n] thought, struggling as much as he could. He heard Trender sigh in annoyance, which actually calmed [M/n] down since his thoughts were now on figuring out how the mouthless creature sighed. Seriously, he has NO facial... well, anything! No eyes, ears, nose, or mouth! How did he sigh, or talk for that matter!?
“Calm down, I am here to help. I am Trenderman, younger brother of Slenderman. The difference; I’m WAY more fashionable, and I actually want to help you humans. Help you with your terrible fashion-OW!” Trender yelped and retreated his tendril. [M/n] had bitten it, HARD. Only because it sounded like Trender was insulting HIS fashion! NO ONE insulted [M/n]’s appearance and got away with it!
“I’m sorry, I must have heard you wrong. Did YOU just insult MY appearance!?”
“No, no, no, beautiful.” Trenderman chuckled, making [M/n] blush. He’s been called many things. Sexy, attractive, hot, but never, not ONCE, had anyone called him beautiful. Not that he was complaining, his hair IS gorgeous after all. “You are the rare exception, [M/n]. But, you are correct. None of these tuxedos do you justice. That’s where I come in. I can make anyone and everyone look attractive in the clothes I make.”
“Really?”
Trender nodded.
“What’s the catch?”
“Let’s discuss that later, [M/n]. After I make you a tuxedo.”
~One Week Later~
[M/n] had gotten to know Trenderman very well, and vise versa. [M/n] couldn’t deny that he had developed a rather large crush on him this past week. Had Trenderman noticed [M/n]’s stutters, blushes, and easily embarrassed attitude? Of course. And he did use that against [M/n] on multiple occasions. Like yesterday when he sensed [M/n] entering the forest, Trenderman got in the shower and answered the door; wearing nothing but a towel. [M/n] flustered appearance and attitude entertained Trender very much.
Now [M/n] was waiting in Trenderman’s living room, impatiently waiting I may add. Trenderman had said the tuxedo was ready, after he put the finishing touches on it. So, here [M/n] was, squirming in his seat. He was about to call for Trender, when his vision went black. He couldn’t move either, but he was still awake. He could feel someone rip his clothes off, and he also felt eyes on his manhood when his boxers were dis-guarded. [M/n] felt his face warm up when something rubbed against said private area. Then, he felt clothes on him again. When [M/n] could see and move again, Trenderman was in front of him, looking him up and down.
“Er, Trendy? C-can you stop staring?” [M/n] mumbled. Trender was the only one who could make [M/n] feel self conscious. Trender shook his head and chuckled.
“Sorry, [M/n], I just love starring at beautiful things.” [M/n] blushed even more. “What do you think?”
Trender grabbed a full length mirror and put it in front of him. [M/n] gasped. He... looked... AMAZING! The tuxedo is [f/c], and everything matched perfectly!
“Trendy, I love it!”
“Wonderful. Now, for my payment.” Trender purred.
“Oh, right! What can I do?”
[M/n] yelped as a tendril wrapped around his waist, pulling him close to Trender’s chest. Trender chuckled.
“Simple; just go on a date with me, beautiful.”
“Th-that’s it?”
Trender nodded.
“W-well, okay.”
“Good!” Trender chuckled again. [M/n] cuddled to Trender’s chest. Was this a good idea? Probably not. Did [M/n] care? Pfft, NO!