Merry Christmas and happy holidays! Here's a lovely little Christmas special brought to you by my own desire to kiss the Jojo's under the mistletoe (and also brought to you by that very hot Jolyne art). Here we have short one shots about each of the Jojo's and an experience having to do with a mistletoe. Pretty self explanatory, right? Side note, though, I haven't yet read part 7 or 8, so unfortunately I won't be writing a mistletoe short for Johnny or Gappy. I'm sorry Johnny and Gappy simps!
Warnings: None
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•Jonathan•
The Joestar Christmas party was a lovely event, hosted every year by George Joestar in his beautiful mansion. You had gone to every single one since childhood. It was one of your favorite traditions.
You and Jonathan were quite close friends and had been since you were young. That was probably why you were always invited, despite the fact that your family wasn't as wealthy as his. Jonathan certainly didn't care about or even notice your difference in social status. He just liked you for you.
Perhaps that cheerful, optimistic attitude was why you had found yourself catching feelings for your close friend. You were both adults now, but you still acted a bit childish about this crush.
Of course, you denied your feelings for him. You were too scared to act on those emotions, so you buried them and forced yourself to pretend nothing had changed. Still, you couldn't help the twang of jealousy in your heart when you noticed him becoming close with Erina.
You lingered on the outskirts of the party, hugging the wall and waiting for your moment to speak to Jonathan. You watched with envy as he waltzed with Erina and your grip tightened on your glass.
"Wonderful party, isn't it?" Speedwagon said as he approached you.
"Lovely. Just like it is every year," you replied. Your eyes remained trained on the pair of dancers as you took a sip from your glass.
Speedwagon followed your eyes to see what you were looking at. Upon realization, he sighed. "Seems you don't like the two of them together."
"What gives you that idea?" You asked.
"The look on your face. And the fact that you're head over heels for Jonathan."
You nearly choked when Speedwagon said those words. The heat you felt on your cheeks made it evident that you were blushing and you knew that only confirmed Speedwagon's theory.
"I am not," you denied. Speedwagon didn't believe you.
"It's obvious to everyone but him," he declared.
"Everyone but who?" Jonathan chimed in suddenly. You had been too preoccupied to notice that he had stopped dancing and made his way over.
"Nothing!" You answered immediately. Jonathan gave you a puzzled look before laughing it off. His adorable smile and cheerful laughter made your face heat up again.
"I was just looking for you," Jonathan explained, smiling your way.
"Then I suppose that's my cue to leave," Speedwagon said.
"Oh, you don't have to go," Jonathan explained. Speedwagon only shook his head and promised he would catch up with Jonathan later.
With Speedwagon gone, you and Jonathan stood in an uncomfortable silence. Though the background noise of the party kept the room busy, it felt as though you were isolated from everyone.
"So-" you both began at the same time. Each of you stopped short to let the other speak, but when no one did, you both began to laugh.
When the laughter died down, Jonathan finally spoke. "Care to take a walk with me?"
"I'd love to."
He extended his hand to you in a gentlemanly manner and you accepted it graciously. He led you out of the ballroom and through the house, wandering aimlessly while chatting.
"I didn't know that you could play the violin," Jonathan said, genuinely surprised he had never heard about this secret skill.
"It never came up," you said with a shrug.
"Even now, you're still full of surprises," Jonathan said with a smile.
The two of you stopped under an archway as Jonathan retold the story of your first encounter. He had found a cat stuck in a tree and, just as he was about to climb it, you were there. You scaled the tree with ease, bringing the cat back down as if it were nothing. Jonathan knew immediately that you were the kind of person he needed to be friends with.
You laughed as you remembered the encounter, too, and the clumsy way in which Jonathan had introduced himself to you. Even though he was much taller and bulkier now, he still held the same childlike innocence as he had back then.
"Ah, Jonathan. What are you doing out here?" Mr Joestar asked as he rounded a corner. As soon as you came into view, the question seemed ridiculous.
"I was just talking with (Y/N)," he replied with a smile.
"I see. Forgive me for interrupting. Carry on," Mr Joestar apologized. Just as he turned to walk away, he whipped his head around to point something out.
"By the way, you both seem to be standing under the mistletoe."
The two of you immediately looked up to find that he was indeed correct. The green leaves were just barely visible for you, but clearly visible for Jonathan. He looked back down at you with a bright red face, clearly embarrassed.
"I hadn't noticed. I didn't mean to stop right here..." Jonathan explained, extremely flustered.
Gathering all of your courage, you decided that it was now or never. Besides, the mistletoe was the perfect excuse to get the kiss you had always wanted. As Jonathan continued to ramble off apologies, you stood up on your toes and kissed his cheek softly.
Jonathan froze when he felt your lips touch his face. Though it seemed impossible, he turned an even brighter shade of red than he had been. You giggled at the sight and Jonathan couldn't help but notice how adorable you were.
Wordlessly, he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. Your hands landed on his chest, palms spread across his suit jacket. He leaned down so that your faces were a mere inches apart. You could feel his hot breath on your face as you stared into his eyes and he stared right back.
"May I?" He asked. His voice was smooth and sultry, as though he already knew the answer. Of course, the answer was yes.
With a nod from you as confirmation, Jonathan leaned in and kissed your lips. It was a careful, loving kiss. His grip tightened slightly on your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. It was everything you had hoped it would be, and so much more.
You pulled apart after a minute, both desperate for air. Your faces were flushed and your bodies were hot. Though you should have pulled apart entirely to cool off, you stayed in an embrace, gazing at one another with wide eyes.
"M-Merry Christmas," Jonathan stammered, unsure of what else to say. You giggled softly and Jonathan smiled.
"Merry Christmas," you echoed, before pulling him in for another kiss.
•Joseph•
It was the same lame prank he pulled every year.
Ever since you were thirteen, Joseph had performed the same bit. Around Christmas time, Joseph would approach you, feigning innocence. Then, as soon as he had reached you, before you could even say a single word, Joseph would pull his hand out from behind his back and produce a mistletoe. He'd hold it up above both of your heads and dare you to kiss him.
You hadn't fallen for it once, and you had never kissed him either. Every year you'd respond with an "as if" or "you wish" before swatting the leafy plant out of his hand. He would only shrug and laugh it off.
It was a lame tradition that he carried on with every year. The first time he'd done it, you had actually laughed before shutting him down. He had laughed, too, not truly expecting his antics to work.
Now it was repetitive. There was no surprise when he pulled the mistletoe on you, no matter how creative he would get about hiding it.
One year, he had hidden it inside a box of cookies that his family had made for yours. Another year, he had hidden it behind a couch cushion, pulling it out when he faked going for the remote.
He sure was creative, but you missed the excitement. Every time you saw him around the holiday season, you were just waiting for the moment he would surprise you with it. It was never as fun as it had been in the beginning.
A few weeks before Christmas, Joseph was over at your house for the afternoon. You lounged lazily on your bed while he busied himself on the other side of the room.
"Oh, (Y/N), what's this?" Joseph chimed mischievously as he reached up onto your bookshelf.
"Could it be... a mistletoe?" You asked.
"Nope, it's something much better," he said with a chuckle. He grabbed the object then spun around to show you. "Your diary!"
You gasped and immediately ran over to him. He raised the book above his head, knowing you would never be tall enough to reach it. Instead, you began beating at his chest as he reached up with his other arm and opened the book.
You panicked and clambered onto Joseph, hoisting yourself off of the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist. You reached for the book as he began to read, too preoccupied with the prank to care about the human being clinging to his torso.
When you were finally able to swat the book from his hands, you realized the position you were both in. Your legs were around his waist, one hand on his shoulder, other arm raised. His arms were still in the air as his eyes looked from his empty hands to your face that was extremely close to his.
"Hey," was all he had to say to turn you into a blushing mess.
You scrambled off of him quickly and dusted yourself off. "Don't go through my things," you said, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
"Sorry," he replied, clearing his throat and also clearing his mind.
Another week passed, bringing you another week closer to Christmas. You were hanging out with Joseph in one of your usual spots: a small cafe next to your school.
"Ok, guess which cup has the quarter under it," Joseph said proudly after he had scrambled the three paper cups for about a minute.
"This one," you said, tapping the one on the far right.
He lifted the cup, but there was no quarter under it. You tapped the cup on the left and, again, there was no quarter. You rolled your eyes and reluctantly tapped the middle one.
"Let me guess, it's actually a mistle..." you began, your voice trailing off as he lifted the cup.
There was a quarter under it.
"...toe," you finished, dead wrong and defeated.
"Nope, you're wrong. It's just a quarter," Joseph said as he picked up the coin. "But since you didn't get it right on the first try, you can't have it."
"Oh," you said simply, surprised that it hadn't been one of his tricks.
"What? Are you disappointed? Sorry that you're so bad at guessing," Joseph joked, not understanding the subject of your disappointment.
"You wish," you retorted, playfully punching his arm.
Another week gone and, finally, Christmas arrived. Your family had invited the Joestar's over for Christmas dinner. Throughout the whole party, Joseph never pulled out his signature mistletoe.
Had he grown out of that prank? No. There was no way he would give it up. Besides, even if it wasn't funny or surprising, it was a tradition!
So, then, he must have forgotten.
He... forgot.
As you walked Joseph and his family to the door, your mind was a mess. How could he have forgotten? He loved pulling that dumb prank, even if it never ended the way he wanted it to.
Was that why he hadn't done it this year? Because he was tired of the rejection? You didn't think something like that would matter to him, but seeing as you hadn't seen a single mistletoe, apparently it did.
As Speedwagon helped Granny Erina into the cab outside, you stood in the doorway and watched Joseph leave.
"Joseph, I-" you began.
You were quickly cut off when Joseph spoke, not having heard you start your sentence. "Oh, (Y/N)," he started, turning around to face you.
"Mistletoe."
You followed his finger and looked upwards to where he had very awkwardly taped the mistletoe above your door. Of course. He must've done that when they first arrived.
A wave of relief washed over you. So, he hadn't forgotten after all. He was still that lovably goofy guy you'd grown to love after all these years.
Wait. Love? No no. You did not just think that word. Did you? As you watched him laugh at his own dumb joke, you couldn't help but feel your heart race.
Joseph turned to leave, still chuckling lightly, when he felt a hand grab his wrist. He turned around and was pleasantly surprised when you yanked him down to your height to place a firm kiss on his lips.
Joseph immediately kissed you back. He waisted no time in wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against his chest. His tongue gently teased your lips and you let it enter your mouth. One of your hands ran through his hair while one of his hands lowered ever so slightly so that it rested on your ass.
The two of you pulled apart a moment later. Your face was bright red while Joseph's was a light pink. Joseph smirked at you happily, surprised that his lame joke had actually worked for once. You, on the other hand, avoided eye contact at all costs.
"I'll see you tomorrow," you said awkwardly, closing the door in his face.
You could hear Joseph laugh on the other side of the door, loving how flustered you had become. He walked over to the cab and got in with his family. Once inside, he received plenty of congratulations that you had finally returned the feelings Joseph had held towards you for years.
•Jotaro•
It came as a surprise to everyone when they found out that Jotaro Kujo had a secret crush. Even more surprising was when they found out he had a crush on you.
He didn't seem like the kind of guy to have feelings, especially romantic feelings, towards anyone. But it was his fault for letting it slip to Polnareff.
And then it was Polnareff's fault for telling everyone else.
Jotaro shouldn't have been surprised when his friends concocted a plan to get the two of you together. He was surprised, however, by how awful the plan was.
Whoever came up with the plan to host a Christmas party and only invite you was going to get their ass kicked.
Good thing Polnareff swore everyone to secrecy. He would be safe.
For now.
The Christmas party consisted of Jotaro, Polnareff, Avdol, Kakyoin, and you.
You felt awkward, to say the least, as you sat on the couch next to Jotaro. Of course, the others had forced you to sit there by taking up all the other spots in the room.
Truth be told, you weren't immune to the charming good looks of Jotaro Kujo. Much like every girl in school, you would be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. Though, you were never part of the big crowds that would huddle around him every day. You were much more shy than those girls and admired their bold approach.
Maybe your shy nature was what Jotaro liked about you. Maybe it was your smarts. Truth be told, he didn't know exactly what it was. He had never really had a crush on anyone before, so these awkward feelings were new to him.
"(Y/N), would you mind going into the kitchen to grab us more chips?" Kakyoin asked, holding an empty bowl towards you.
"Uh, sure. But... I don't know my way around," you explained as you stood up and took the bowl from him.
"Very true. Jotaro, go with (Y/N)," Avdol commanded.
"Good grief," Jotaro grumbled. He stood up next to you and motioned for you to follow him.
When you were just about out of the room, you heard everyone else laugh. You and Jotaro stopped in your tracks and turned around.
"What are you laughing about?" Jotaro sneered.
"You're standing under the mistletoe," Polnareff pointed out.
You immediately turned bright red. A mistletoe? They didn't seriously expect you to kiss Jotaro in front of everyone, did they? There was no way you could do it. Would he even want to?
"There's no way-" Jotaro started.
"But you have to! It's the mistletoe rules!" Kakyoin protested.
With an eyeroll, Jotaro bent down. Your eyes widened in surprise and you felt your heartbeat speed up. Jotaro was going to kiss you?
No. Well, sort of, but not how you had expected. Instead, he simply kissed your cheek. You turned bright red from the simple action. Jotaro Kujo just kissed you on the cheek!
You were freaking out internally with your mind running a mile a minute and your heart beating so fast you thought it would leap from your chest. On the outside, however, you were simply bright red and looking down at the floor in embarrassment.
"There. Happy?" Jotaro asked his annoying friends.
"Very," Avdol said with a smile.
Jotaro grumbled in annoyance and grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you off towards the kitchen. Once finally away from everyone else, he let go of you and sighed.
"Sorry about them," he apologized.
"Oh, it's... it's fine," you stuttered.
Jotaro took the bowl from your hands and set it down on the table. He went over to the cupboards and rummaged around for a minute before pulling out a bag of chips. You shifted awkwardly, still standing by the doorway where he had left you. While he poured the chips into the empty bowl, he spoke again.
"Did I make you uncomfortable?" He asked. His voice was monotone and his face wasn't visible, so it was hard to make out how he was feeling. Unbeknownst to you, he was actually extremely worried he had done something you weren't okay with.
"No... I'm alright," you said. You heard Jotaro let out a sigh of relief.
"That's good to hear," he said as he put the chips away. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Oh, uh, no thank you," you replied awkwardly.
Jotaro shrugged and opened the fridge to get himself a can of soda. You peered around his broad shoulders to look into the fridge yourself.
"Actually," you interrupted, "can I have some lemonade?"
Jotaro chuckled slightly and pulled out the bottle of lemonade, along with his soda. He opened a cupboard and grabbed out a cup for your drink before pouring your lemonade and handing it to you.
"Thank you," you said as he put the bottle away.
"You're welcome," he replied.
"You know, I'm surprised you invited me," you told him before taking a sip of your lemonade.
"You are?"
"Well, yeah. It's not like we're very close. I haven't really... talked to you that much."
"True," he said as he took a sip of his soda. "To tell you the truth, my friends organized this whole thing. So, I didn't actually invite you."
"Oh," was all you said. Why did that hurt so much to know? It's not like you two were friends or anything. Still, you felt a nagging pain in your chest as you took in his words.
"That doesn't mean I don't like you being here, though," he said suddenly.
You gasped quietly. "Really?"
"Yeah. You're a lot more chill than those guys," he said, gesturing towards the room where you'd left his friends. "You're much more my speed."
"That's good to hear," you said, hiding your smile behind your cup as you took another sip.
"And... I'm sorry about the mistletoe thing. I know you said it was okay, but..."
"But what?"
Suddenly, Jotaro seemed to get very serious. He put his soda down and stepped towards you. The height difference was intimidating and you couldn't help but blush at the closeness.
"But that isn't how I wanted to do that."
"Wh-What do you mean?" You stammered.
"I would have much preferred," he began, cupping your cheek in his hand, "this."
He leaned in and kissed you on your lips. It was very quick and soft, a simple peck. You didn't even have the chance to kiss him back before he pulled away again.
"Sorry," he said nervously, looking away.
You stood there stunned for a moment, blinking rapidly to try to register what had just happened. After a moment, you put your cup down on the table and reached up. You placed a hand on his cheek and turned his face back towards yours.
You stood up on your tip toes and clumsily kissed him. The height difference made it impossible to be smooth. Luckily for you, Jotaro quickly responded by picking you up and kissing you back. The new height gave you better leverage as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You knocked his hat off of his head to run your fingers through his hair. It warmed your heart when you felt his lips smile slightly against yours.
The kiss lasted for about a minute before you pulled away. Jotaro set you back down on the floor and you caught your breath. While you primped yourself, he picked his hat back up off of the floor and put it on.
"That was... nice," you said to break the silence.
"Yeah," he agreed calmly.
You glanced over at the bowl of chips on the table. "We should probably get back to the others," you said, finally remembering why you had come to the kitchen in the first place.
"Yeah," Jotaro said again.
He picked up the bowl of chips and his drink while you picked up your cup. You both walked back to the living room and sat back down on the couch.
"You guys sure took a while," Polnareff said, "anything happen while you were gone?"
"You wish," Jotaro replied. Out of view of everyone else, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze and you smiled.
•Josuke•
"Oi Josuke! Merry Christmas!" Okuyasu shouted as he bounded towards your group.
You had all been waiting outside of the school for him to arrive. He had been late this morning, and now you could see why. He was decked out from head to toe in red and green. Truth be told, it wasn't a very good look on him. It seemed like he had just thrown together any Christmas-ish items and called it an outfit.
One thing he was wearing stuck out like a sore thumb, however. A novelty headband with a mistletoe attached to it. A wire held it out above his head and in front of him, a clearly ridiculous joke.
"Okuyasu, Christmas is tomorrow," Josuke said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"I know, but there's no school tomorrow. So, I dressed up today," Oku explained. He did an exaggerated twirl to show off his holiday outfit and you laughed.
"Come on. We're gonna be late," Koichi complained, hurrying off inside the school.
You all followed behind him and went your separate ways to your classes. The beginning half of the day dragged on and on until, finally, it was lunch time. You met up with your friends and headed to your usual lunch spot.
"Hey, where'd your headband go?" You asked Okuyasu as you sat down.
"Oh, the teacher said it was distracting, so I had to put it in my bag," he explained. Your statement seemed to make him remember that he had brought it as he reached into his book bag to take it back out.
"They clearly don't know fashion," you joked.
Okuyasu smiled as he put it back on. You were all chatting amongst yourselves until Yukako rounded the corner. Okuyasu had turned towards Koichi in the midst of conversation, and Yukako did not like the scene before her. Koichi was underneath the mistletoe with... OKUYASU?!
"Get away from my Koichi!" Yukako shouted, running over to your group.
Everyone turned to look at her as she bounded across the room. She was on Okuyasu in seconds, scolding and slapping him.
"Stop! Stop! It was a joke!" Okuyasu pleaded.
When he finally realized the source of Yukako's anger, Okuyasu took the headband off and threw it. It landed in front of you and Josuke, who had been laughing your asses off as you watched this whole ordeal unfold.
You picked up the headband and put it on, the mistletoe bobbing up and down as it settled into place on top of your head.
"All this fuss over a silly headband," you joked, poking the mistletoe and making it swing from side to side.
Josuke looked over at you and smiled. You were so playful and goofy, something he had always admired. Whether you were pulling pranks with him or just talking, he loved being around you. And, to boot, he thought you were incredibly attractive.
Feeling unexpectedly brave, he leaned forward and kissed you. It was very quick but it stunned you and you froze. You placed a hand over your mouth to touch your lips as you stared at Josuke.
"Mistletoe," he explained, tapping the still swinging piece of your headband.
You hadn't realized but the commotion had stopped and now the others, who had been fighting, were all staring at the two of you.
"Go Josuke!" Okuyasu cheered. Yukako slapped him again and he shut up.
"Sorry, I guess I shouldn't have done that," Josuke said sheepishly.
"No no! It's okay," you insisted, "I was just... surprised."
"Oh, okay," Josuke said.
The atmosphere of the room quickly became awkward as you both looked at one another. His face was the same shade of pink as yours and you were both fidgeting awkwardly. The rest of the lunch period was about as natural as it could get after two friends unexpectedly kiss. Finally, the bell rang.
You all said your goodbyes and you went to class. The teacher asked you to take off the headband, which you had forgotten you were still wearing, and you turned red from embarrassment as you remembered the kiss.
His lips were incredibly soft. You wished he hadn't pulled away so quickly and that you could've felt them a bit longer. You wished you could've gotten the chance to kiss back. You wished you could kiss him again.
The rest of the day went by quickly and soon it was time to go home. Your group of friends met up by the entrance and started walking home together.
"Oh, by the way, (Y/N), can I have my headband back?" Okuyasu asked.
"Oh, of course. I forgot I had it," you said, taking it out of your bag and handing it to him.
"Thanks," he chimed, putting it back on his head. "Now if only I can get a kiss from a someone like you did."
You turned bright red at his words, and so did Josuke. You both avoided eye contact with each other at all costs, but Okuyasu, bless his heart, was oblivious to what should be left unsaid.
"You're both red like a couple of tomatoes. What's wrong? Are you guys sick?" He asked.
"No, Oku. I'm fine," Josuke insisted, clearing his throat.
"Yeah, it's nothing," you promised.
Okuyasu shrugged and waved goodbye, turning the corner to head down the road to his house. Yukako and Koichi were also gone, leaving you and Josuke to walk the rest of the way to your houses.
The silence was awkward and overbearing as neither of you could stop thinking about the kiss. It was quiet for a while before both of you tried to break the silence at the same time. You both burst into a fit of laughter before you assured Josuke he could go first.
"I'm sorry for kissing you out of the blue like that," he apologized.
"It's okay. Really," you reassured.
"Can we just pretend it never happened?" He asked, looking away.
"Oh, if that's what you want," you said, sounding disappointed.
"You sound upset."
You looked up to realize that Josuke had stopped walking when he said that. You sighed and walked back towards him.
"We can forget that kiss happened under one condition," you declared.
"What?" Josuke asked, sounding apprehensive.
"We don't forget about this one," you said.
You swiftly leaned in and kissed him again. This was more than just a peck, this was what a real kiss should feel like. His lips meshed against yours and you felt him kiss you back instantly. His arms were around you, pulling you closer. You grabbed onto his shoulders to avoid tangling your hands in his perfectly sculpted hair. It was an amazing kiss.
You pulled away later to gasp for air. You could feel the heat on your cheeks as you gazed into his eyes.
"Yeah, that one was much better," Josuke said.
"I agree," you replied with a smile.
•Giorno•
"It'll never work, you guys. He doesn't see me that way and you know it," you insisted.
Narancia, Mista, and Trish all did their best to reassure you, but it was no use. You knew that Giorno only saw you as a friend and a coworker, not as a potential love interest. It hurt to think about, especially considering the massive crush you'd developed over these past few months.
"My plan could work," Mista insisted.
"No offense, but I don't think locking us in a closet together is gonna make him catch feelings for me. If anything, it'll just make him mad," you said with an eyeroll.
"Whatever. I don't see you coming up with anything better," Mista complained, gesturing to everyone else in the room.
"You guys didn't like my idea either," Narancia complained.
"For the last time, love potions aren't real," Trish insisted.
"Well, it would at least be worth a shot," Narancia pouted.
"Thanks, guys, but I just don't think anything is going to work," you said with a frown.
"Don't worry, (Y/N). I still have an idea," Trish promised.
"Really? What is it?" You asked excitedly.
"You'll see at the Christmas party later," she said with a wink.
You were doubtful, but she swore she wouldn't tell you what it was, so you would simply have to let the plan play out.
You took extra time getting ready for the Christmas party that evening. You made sure to do your hair just right and pick out the perfect outfit. If Trish's plan really was going to work, you wanted to look your best.
"(Y/N)! Come on! You're holding everything up!" Mista shouted as he knocked on your door.
You opened the door with an eyeroll and immediately Mista shut up.
"You look... great," Mista said with a smile.
"Thank you, kind sir," you joked, bowing in a playful manner.
Mista rolled his eyes. "Last time I compliment you," he lied, playfully punching your arm.
The two of you walked downstairs and you took in the scene before you. You had seen the decorations in the daytime, but now that it was dark outside, all of the candles and lights were lit, providing a cozy ambiance to the party.
You immediately spotted Giorno across the room. His suit was red and he wore a Santa hat on top of his head, though his three blonde curls were still visible in the front. He was laughing and talking with Bruno, not paying you any mind.
You frowned, feeling disheartened. Trish noticed and immediately came over to cheer you up.
"Here, have a drink," she insisted, passing you a cup. You gave her a questioning look and she laughed. "Don't worry, it's only sparkling cider."
You gave her a smile and took a sip. The bubbles of the beverage tickled your nose and you giggled.
Unbeknownst to you, Giorno had noticed your arrival. He had harbored his own secret feelings for you for a while, and when he saw you come down the stairs looking the way you do, he nearly lost it. Giorno had actually been doing something very similar to you, working with his close friends to devise a plan to make a move on you.
So, both of you had plans to do something on the same night. This should be interesting.
About halfway through the party, Trish proposed a game. Though, this game was confusing and honestly seemed more shady than anything. She would blindfold two participants and have them stand in a certain spot to await further instructions.
You ended up being blindfolded and walked to your spot without knowing who the other person was. A few moments later, you heard soft footsteps pad your way. The other person stood next to you, also blindfolded and confused.
"Okay, take off your blindfolds," Trish said proudly.
You took off your blindfold to see Giorno staring back at you. Both of you blushed slightly and looked over at Trish awkwardly.
"Trish, what-" Giorno began.
"Ah ah ah, look up, Mr. Mafia Boss," Trish taunted.
Giorno rolled his eyes and looked up. You looked up, too, and noticed a mistletoe dangling above both of your heads.
"Now kiss!" Trish said gleefully.
"Trish-" you started to scold.
"Hey! Those are the mistletoe rules! Now shut up and pucker up!" She declared.
You sheepishly turned back to Giorno who was a blushing mess. No doubt you looked the same to him. You shrugged and gave him an awkward smile.
"I guess we have to," you said.
"Yeah. I-If we have to..." Giorno agreed.
You tentatively leaned forward and Giorno did the same. You closed your eyes and felt his lips press softly against your own. When you were about to pull away, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, Giorno wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close.
You were pleasantly surprised by his actions and took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck. You pressed your chest firmly against his as his lips massaged your own. His tongue teased your lower lip slightly, though he made no move to enter your mouth.
When you pulled apart after a few minutes, you looked into Giorno's eyes. His light blue irises were mesmerizing, even more so when he fluttered his long, gorgeous eyelashes at you.
"Wow, that was some kiss," Narancia chimed in, startling you out of your trance.
For a moment, you had forgotten where you were and who you were with. It had seemed as though it was just the two of you, kissing and embracing in your own, private world.
But alas, you were still at the Christmas party.
"Shut it," Abbacchio said, jabbing Narancia's side with his elbow.
"See? I told you guys it would work," Trish said proudly.
"What do you mean 'you guys'?" You asked her, putting air quotes around the phrase you repeated.
"I've been giving advice to both of you in preparation for this very moment," Trish explained with a giggle.
"You're a double agent," Giorno said, feigning disapproval.
Trish shrugged. "What can I say? Everything worked out well in the end, didn't it? Now you both know that you like each other!"
You both turned bright red. Sure, you had shared a rather passionate kiss, but neither of you had admitted your true feelings to the other.
Upon seeing the look on both of your faces, Trish chuckled awkwardly. "Oops, was I not supposed to say that?" Trish asked.
"No, you bonehead!" Mista replied, slapping the back of her head.
You couldn't help but giggle as you watched the fight ensue between Trish and Mista. Narancia and Abbacchio got into a bit of an argument, too, over Narancia's still sore side.
"Should we break them up?" You asked, finally looking back over at Giorno.
"In a minute," he said, before he swiftly leaned in to kiss you once more.
•Jolyne•
"Ugh, I hate when my dad hosts these lame Christmas parties," Jolyne complained.
Dr. Kujo was never very personable, so it was surprising to learn that he often hosted a party for several colleagues from work around the holiday season. Jolyne, not wanting to spend the entire evening around adults, had invited you over to hang out while her dad talked about fish with his coworkers.
"At least they aren't very loud," you said, joining her in sitting on her bed.
"Yeah, I guess marine biologists aren't really the party type," she joked.
"They'd probably have more fun at an aquarium," you added, giggling softly.
"Yeah, or on a boat," Jolyne suggested.
"Your dad has a fish tank, right?"
"Oh, of course he does! If he goes one day without looking at fish, he'll spontaneously combust!"
That sent both of you into a fit of laughter, rolling around on her bed. You remembered when her dad had taken the two of you fishing. It was an awkward trip, to say the least, especially since neither of you caught anything. Her dad caught one fish, examined it for a moment, and let it go.
"Isn't the point of fishing to, I don't know, actually keep the fish?" Jolyne had asked.
"I don't fish to catch," Dr Kujo explained, "I fish to study."
Jolyne had groaned and you giggled at the sound. Her dad looked annoyed and told her off, but you still remembered the day fondly.
"Man, I'm hungry," you said after you had both settled down.
"Me too," Jolyne admitted. "Let me run downstairs and steal some food from my dad."
"Won't he be mad?" You asked, following her to the door.
"Nah, there's usually leftovers anyway. Besides, he doesn't want his only daughter to starve," she joked, poking you playfully.
"Fair enough. Do you want me to come with you?"
"No, you can stay here. I don't want my dad or his weird friends to bombard you with questions or something."
You nodded and watched her leave, shutting the door once she was out. You went back to her bed and flopped down on your stomach, pulling your phone out of your pocket to idly scroll through social media while you waited.
You stumbled across a post Jolyne had made a couple minutes earlier. It was a picture of the two of you in front of some of the Christmas decorations downstairs. You were wearing a Santa hat while Jolyne was wearing a headband with reindeer antlers attached. The fireplace in the background was lovely, and the Christmas tree was, too.
You didn't care much about the rest of the photo, though, as you found yourself staring at Jolyne. You had always thought your best friend was beautiful, but you were too scared about ruining your friendship to make a move. So, instead, you suffered in silence, longingly gazing at pictures of the two of you together, wishing the caption read something more romantic than: "Your favorite ho-ho-hoes".
You were startled out of your trance when Jolyne opened the door. You quickly turned off your phone and shoved it back in your pocket as she brought a tray of food into the room.
"Dad let me steal these pigs in a blanket," Jolyne boasted, "and there's some chips and other things, too."
"Sounds good to me," you said, sitting up.
She joined you on the bed and set the tray of food between you. You ate and chatted for a while, joking about this and that.
"No way," you said in disbelief, "I thought your dad hated me!"
"No, that's just the way he is. He actually really likes you. He thinks you're a good influence on me or something," she said with a chuckle.
"He's not wrong, you know. I'm always keeping you out of trouble," you joked.
"Aww, you know you don't have the power to do that," she replied, poking your nose.
You blushed lightly from the unexpected contact. She was laughing to herself with her eyes closed, allowing you to sneak a glance at her. She was incredibly beautiful, sure, but you also loved her for her personality. She was fun and adventurous, qualities you greatly admired.
You leaned in closer to her as she settled down from laughing. When she opened her eyes, you were only inches away.
"Uh, (Y/N), do I have something on my face?" She asked, feeling a blush threaten to creep into her cheeks.
"No," you said softly. "But, do you mind if I put something on it?"
"Wh-What are you talking about?" Jolyne stammered.
"I'm asking if I can kiss you," you said calmly.
Jolyne's eyes widened. She hadn't expected you to say that, and certainly hadn't expected you to say it so easily. That was something she admired about you. How cool you were, and how bold you could be.
She didn't answer with words, instead she wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. You were glad she hadn't rejected you, and even more delighted by the fact that she had kissed you first. Her hands played with your hair as you leaned forward to get better leverage. She hummed softly against your lips as you cupped the back of her head with your hand.
You pulled apart with bright red faces and bits of her lipstick smudged across both of your faces. You smiled at her and she smiled back. Soon, you were both giggling softly.
"Well," Jolyne said, "that was certainly a surprise."
"Sorry, I just couldn't wait another moment to let you know how I feel," you explained.
"I'm certainly not complaining," she said with a wink.
You felt yourself blush again, unexpectedly embarrassed despite what had just happened.
"And it looks like I won't be needing this," she said, producing a mistletoe from behind her back.
"When did you get that?" You asked.
"When I went downstairs for food," she explained, "If you hadn't made a move, I was going to. Or, at least, I was going to try."
"Try?"
"I'm not as bold as you, you know."
She playfully nudged you and you smiled.
"You know, this doesn't have to go to waste," you teased, picking up the mistletoe and holding it above both of your heads.
Jolyne smiled knowingly before pouncing on you to kiss you again.
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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone! Hopefully you all have amazing celebrations, or just amazing days!
I'm sorry if these seem rushed or repetitive. I wrote them all the day before Christmas so I could get it out on time. I like them, though. They're kinda cute and fun.
I hope there's a bit of something for everyone in here. Sorry to all the Johnny and Gappy simps that didn't get a short mistletoe story. Maybe I'll add them in at another time when I get to those parts.
Which one was your favorite? And should I do more chapters like these in the future?
Lemme know what y'all think! Peace!