CAUTION: Don't read if you haven't read part 1 or 2!!!
(Y/N) = Your name
(H/C) = Hair color(s)
(H/L) = Hair length
(E/C) = Eye color
(S/C) = Skin color
(F/C) = Favorite color
You moved the mascara wand away from your (E/C) eyes and blinked. Gotta look good for Mr. Dei-Dei. You looked at the clock out of the corner of you eye. 5:27. You had planned on going over at about 5:30 so Deidara had plenty of time to get ready.
"Crap, I've gotta go! I can not be late," you muttered. "Do I really need a purse? It's not like we're going to be going anywhere.. Whatever, he's right across the hall, I can come back and get it in two seconds if I really need to." You hurried out the door, locked it behind you, and hid your key in a pouch behind the cheesy welcome sign on you apartment door. You turned around and raised your hand to knock on the door of apartment 508 when to your surprise, it opened. There was Deidara, smiling big, and still looking hot, especially in that burgundy v neck tee. Drool.
"Hi (Y/N)! I heard your door open, so I figured you would be coming here, yeah," he said happily.
"Hi Deidara. Thanks for having me," you replied just as happily.
"Anytime. I haven't quite finished unpacking yet, so don't mind the boxes. I have most of my sculptures out, though."
"I don't mind. I can help you finish unpacking if you want," you offered. Deidara's guylined, pastel blue eyes widened just a bit, and just for a second.
"That's ok, you don't have to if you don't want to. I can take care of it, yeah!" he said quickly. Then he looked off to the side and blushed a bit. Oh, what's this, a change of heart from the girly manly hottie?
"It would be nice though," he said quietly. You smirked and tried to hold in a laugh. And failed miserably. Your laughter started as a pig snort, then evolved into giggles. But wait, this wasn't even your final form! Then came the all-out stomach-ache-inducing laughs. Deidara looked a little uncomfortable. You decided to crack a joke in attempt to wipe that look off his face.
"You remind me of a shy Barbie doll! It's ok to accept help, or hell, ask for it!" you huffed out between laughs. He cracked a smile, and chuckled a bit.
"A Barbie doll? Please. My hair makes Barbie dolls jealous. More like a shy, fabulous, Bratz doll. Those have sass."
"Bratz are not shy. Wait, how do you even know what a Bratz doll is?"
"My long hair had to be inspired by something. Bratz dolls may or may not be that something." You burst out laughing at this too.
"Oh my god, you're the first guy I meet to know what a Barbie doll is, let alone play with Bratz dolls! Priceless, hahaha!" Deidara shrugged.
"What can I say, I'm one-of-a-kind. Maybe I should sculpt a Bratz doll." His eyebrows shot up. "Maybe you could help me." This caught you off guard. Was this his way of asking you out? You needed to know the answer to that.
"Is this your way of asking me out?" you replied, half suspiciously and half flirtaciously.
"Nah. I ask girls out by asking if they want to go to dinner. Speaking of, after we finish here, can I take you out to dinner? My treat," he offered.
"Sure, but first, I need to go back to my apartment and get my purse."
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Modern!Deidara x Reader
FanfictionA rather handsome young man asks you for directions one day. I wonder, is he actually lost, or just looking for a reason to talk to you?
