Star Struck (JJBA x Reader Oneshots) [COMPLETED]

Jonathan Joestar | Dear Jonathan,

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(Art is not mine cred to ???)

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Paperwork and books were scattered about the office and in the middle of the hurricane of paper was a dozing woman. That woman happened to be (Y/n) (L/n), an aspiring historian and anthropologist who's love of history and humanity rivaled poets' skill for prose. As she dozed, her (h/l) (h/c) hair bobbed with her head, deep, intelligent, (e/c) eyes lidded with exhaustion, and her smile lines relaxed, making her look younger than usual.

Miss (Y/n) is rarely seen without a smile or quirked eyebrow, known in many circles as Mother Nature, as her green thumb has lead her to having a beautiful flower garden. She was always known to break stereotypes and dress as a man, attend college, and stuff her hair in a hat to keep it up and out of the way.

In an office not to far from Miss (Y/n)'s was Jonathan Joestar. A man of astounding quality, a true gentleman, and a dedicated student. Following his mother's footsteps, he plans to be an archaeologist, leading to his office being filled to the brim with specific histories and neatly organized. His deep blue hair falling around his face, a look of pure concentration as he writes. His bright and energetic disposition put aside for a purely focused mentality.

Mister Joestar is almost never far behind Miss (Y/n), they take similar classes after all. He has a notorious clumsiness around him that makes him even more endearing than he already was and he was enamored by (Y/n)'s unwavering passion and love for humanity. Her gardens enraptured his eyes, her strange mannerisms of a woman out of her time bewildered him, and her smile nearly made him swoon. He began to write poems and descriptions of her, all in an attempt to write a confession. Little did he know she had written prose about his own beauty, descriptions of him, all in hidden adoration. She slipped one of these such descriptions into his book that she borrowed for a thesis, all in hopes he would read it.

Jonathan picked up said book and watched as the note slipped out, and in beautiful scrawling script, To: Mister Jonathan Joestar. He knew that handwriting all too well, as it was from his favorite notes, and his favorite letters. She often traveled for class, so she wrote to him, and even though they insisted they weren't close, everyone knew otherwise. He opened the letter carefully, inspecting every crease. It read:

Dear Jonathan,

I know not when you will get this, but I hope it finds you in good health. I know that this isn't a typical letter from me, however, there are a few things I must get off of my chest. Your smile lights up any room, and it brightens my day when I get to see it, but that isn't even the surface of how you make me feel. Your eyes are as enchanting and ever changing as the skies above, and your kind smiles cause the corners of your eyes to soften. Your broad shoulders, strong and dependable, your arms, protecting and capable, and your hands, kind and gentle. My vocabulary cannot find the words to do your presence and my feelings justice, however one thing is true. I, (Y/n) (L/n), am heavily and irrevocably in love with you, Jonathan Joestar. My words have betrayed me on many occasion, but this letter holds my true feelings. I hope you can accept me, as I am, and my feelings. 'Til we speak again.

-(Y/n) (L/n)

Jonathan was absolutely stunned and his cheeks were dyed red. He ran to her office, swinging open the door to see her slowly look over to him, lazily smiling at his presence. He carefully made his way to her and grasped her face in his large hands. He slowly brought her lips to his, muttering a small apology on account of his forwardness. She snapped awake in shock, only to be slowly lulled back by Jonathan's soft kiss. She slowly inched closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He slowly moved his hands to her waist, pulling her close.

They pulled apart, and were filled with euphoria. They loved each other, and they would be inseparable from then on. Jonathan leaned the both of them against the shelves, using his jacket as a blanket as they both fell asleep in each other's arms. All because one girl was confident enough to write, "Dear Jonathan,".

Short but adorable ('▽'ʃ♡ƪ) Thank you so much for 1k reads! I feel like just a few weeks ago I was thanking you all for 100, and now look at it! Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

-Yuki