Third Person Perspective

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So far it was 3. 3 brothers now competing for one. They had to be careful about it, not to mention the fact that either way, (Y/n) would spend most of her time with Splendor. Offender had yet to give much of a shit about the girl. His brothers had made very clear to him after all that if he did something to her, they'd find a way to kill him.

He knew they didn't mean that literally. There was something about the girl that intrigued him. Maybe it was that feeling of worry she gave him when she could've potentially caught a cold. Or that curiosity of why she'd, of all people, buy lingerie. It could even be the lack of fear in her eyes when she looks at him. Either way, he just wasn't going to go after her. For his brother's sakes entirely. Though, things could always happen.

Trender was surprised, to say the least, when he found a love interest in him for her. He knew what it was though. She was absolutely adorable, kindhearted, and was trying to become more confident in herself, which he admired. He knew that she was broken-hearted and just trying to heal. A part of him just hoped he could help.

Slender was surprised when he found Trender at the door. Trender was surprised as well, but quickly became worried. Did Slender finally kill her?

"Is she dead?" Trender asked bluntly, giving a sigh of relief when he said a stern 'no'. Looking past him, he saw Splendor asleep on the couch and (Y/n) coming down the stairs.

"Why are you here, Trender?" Slender asked. (Y/n) saw Trender at the door and got excited and began going over to them.

"I wanted to see if I could borrow (Y/n) for a little while." Trender said, watching as (Y/n) approached.

"Alright. I'll tell Splendor when he wakes up." Slender replies, then turns to find (Y/n) standing right next to him. "You're going to be with Trender for the next few hours. Have fun."

"Bye Slendy!" (Y/n) was quick to take Trender's hand, clearly comfortable with him. Slender bit back his jealousy and watched as they left, soon closing the door with a sigh.

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"Where are we going?" (Y/n) asked, enjoying the walk through the forest with him.

"We're going to my apartment. I just figured you'd enjoy a walk first." Trender replied. He looked down and saw (Y/n) nod, then look up at him and smile.

"We can go now." She replied, then they teleported. They were outside a very nice looking apartment complex and Trender was Ryan again. "Do you live alone?"

"Yes, but sometimes Offender sleeps on the couch." Trender/Ryan replied as they entered the building.

"Mr. Ryan! Welcome back!" A young woman at a desk welcomed. She was tall with beautiful blonde hair and soft brown eyes. (Y/n) was slightly star struck, wowed at how beautiful she was.

"Melody, what have I said about the 'Mr' thing?" Ryan replied with a chuckle. The woman blushed and smiled.

"Heh, my bad I guess. Have you thought about my dinner offer?" She replied, she bit her lip. (Y/n) looked between the two, a feeling she couldn't name in her stomach.

"I still have to check my schedule, I'm a busy man after all." He replied, kind of letting her down gently. She sighed and brushed her hair behind her hair.

"Well, let me know if you're free." Ryan just nodded to her request and he went into the elevator with (Y/n).

"Who's she? She's pretty." (Y/n) asked, looking at "Ryan".

"That was Melody, she's the granddaughter of the lady who owns this complex." He replied, his voice plain and not showing any signs of interest in this conversation about her.

"Is she nice?" She asked.

"To me she is, I don't know about other people." Ryan/Trender said before soon exiting the elevator and leading her to his apartment door. Once they got there, Trender unlocked the door and opened it to find Offender laying on the couch. "Offender, what are you doing here?"

"Some girl's boyfriend came at me with a knife and cut my coat, so I figured you could fix it for me." Offender said, sitting up to see (Y/n) with him. "What's she doing here?"

"It doesn't matter what she's doing here." Trender closed the door and turned back to his normal form. The height revealed that his brother lacked his pants. He released a sigh of disappointment and shook his head. "Please tell me you're wearing underwear?"

"Nope." Offender replied before standing up, to which Trender quickly covered (Y/n)'s eyes.

"Put some clothes on!" Trender demanded, sounding quite annoyed. (Y/n) felt very uncomfortable knowing that Offender was naked in her presence. Her face was burning. She caught a slight glimpse, but thankfully couldn't make out any details.

"No can do bro! Just fix my coat for me and I'll be out of your sewing kit!" Offender shrugged. "Besides, I like being naked."

"I know that but— wait did you say you'll 'be out of my sewing kit?'" Trender asked, completely dumbfounded.

"Yeah, I couldn't think of anything better." Offender said, going over to them. "But seriously, why is she here?"

"Because she is. Now please put on some clothes so she doesn't have to keep her eyes covered the whole time she's here." Trender said with a growl. Offender hummed loudly.

"Hmmmmmm! No I don't think so." He said. "Come on why is she here? Were you gonna ask her to model for you?"

"Yes, actually. But now I can't do that because I have to fix your coat." Trender replied, sending a nonexistent glare his way.

"I'll just chill on the couch with a blanket." Offender said before picking up a blanket. "But I wanna see this, so I'm gonna chill on the couch in your fashion room."

Trender shook his head and sighed. He waited for Offender to enter the other room before he removed his hand from (Y/n)'s eyes.

"Sorry for Offender spoiling my question and for being a nudist." Trender scoffed with an eye roll. (Y/n) shrugged.

"Uh-um... I-it's ok... and uh... sure I can model for you I guess... b-but don't you want someone pretty? L-like Melody, she's pretty." She stuttered, her cheeks still red, clustered by the whole experience.

"You are far prettier than Melody, (Y/n). Besides, it'll be fun. Plus this'll give me a chance to get your measurements." Trender replied, brushing off her negative comment to herself. "Come on now."

He lead her into the other room, after making sure Offender had the blanket over himself. He first got (Y/n)'s measurements, which was a little weird to her since she had to lift up her shirt and such, then he gave her something to put on. While (Y/n) was changing, in another room, he got to fixing Offender's trench coat.