THE NEIGHBOURHOOD ━━━ jjba

marriage? marriage! || la squadra & team bucciarati x reader || requested!

hi, everybody! this was a requested one-shot by Riverway1234! i was out of the swing of writing for a while, but this request seems fun, and i think i'll get back into the swing of things soon! until then, have this loooooooong wholesome one-shot to make up for my absence; all of your requests and part 3's will be out soon :D

love you, and enjoy this part 1! (prepare for a long freaking story! part one, at least hehe)---Arii

Three hours.

You have three hours before you walk down the aisle to the love of your life, Samson. Smiling to yourself in the mirror, you stare at your dress behind you, admiring its beauty. It's your favorite color, a sparkly bodice trailing down into a ball gown-like skirt. Your shoes rest beside the dress, sparkly heels with ribbons connected to them.

A knock on your door startles you out of your dreamy daze, and you say, "Come in!", smiling as your pink-haired sister, Trish, comes in with a big, sparkly pink box, crashing on your bed.

"Hey, Y/N? Sleep well?" She asks, her Italian accented voice tainted with happiness. You sigh and laugh, rubbing your eyes. "I'm so nervous; I was tossing and turning the whole night." You smirk, and Trish kisses your cheek, sighing. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Don't worry though; everything's going to be fine! You're going to look beautiful, and your wedding will be an amazing one." The pink haired girl smiles, and opens the box.

"What's all that?" You ask, confused, and Trish smirks, her green eyes widening up with delight. "My makeup box, of course. You want to look cute, don't you?" She teases, and you laugh, sighing. "Yeah, yeah, I do." Replying, you take a sip of your water and put on some sweatpants. Trish prepares her makeup, setting out an assortment of palettes and makeup tubes. "I hate makeup." You sigh, and Trish sighs, brushing the stray hairs out of your face and pinning your hair back.

"Sorry, piccola, but we're trying to make your already beautiful face even more pretty." She smiles, and pulls out a fluffy makeup brush, dipping it in foundation and applying it to your face. "Haha, that tickles, Trish." You giggle, and Trish laughs, sighing. "Sit still, Y/N!" She says teasingly, and you sigh, trying to still yourself for the next hour.

The hour goes by fast, and you have a hard time sitting still; especially when you never wear makeup, and have fluffy makeup brushes tickling your face. Trish doesn't help this situation at all, saying the funniest things to make you laugh.

After a few finishing touches, Trish lets you go, and you stare at yourself in the mirror, blush coming to your cheeks. Your face is totally different from when you started; a beautiful shimmer applied to your cheeks and eyelids, and a bright lavender lipstick rests on your lips, blush speckling your smooth skin.

"Oh...wow!" You smile, blinking rapidly, and Trish smiles, happy with her work. "You like it?" Trish asks, smiling at you proudly. "Like it? I love it!" You tackle the young teenager in a hug, and she laughs with joy, hugging you back. 

Just then, a door busts open, and Mista comes in, dragging an angry Narancia in a bridesmaid's dress; Narancia's wild hair is tamed in a neat manner, the black strands resting on his shoulders in a neatly combed style. Trish laughs at the sight, and Mista pushes Narancia to the bed, lifting up his leg. "Narancia won't put on---these---heels!" Mista grunts' trying to push the heels on Narancia's foot, the young orange-headbanded kid shaking his foot as the heel flies to the other side of your room.

"Why can't I wear my shoes?! I don't wanna wear heels!" Narancia yells angrily, his purple eyes squinting back at Mista. Trish sighs, and walks over to Narancia, placing a hand on her hip. "If you want to look like a bridesmaid with me, you have to put the heels on." Trish says calmly, and Narancia sighs, rolling his eyes and pouting his lips. "Fine.~" He reluctantly agrees, and he snatches the shoes from Mista's hands, sticking them on himself.