The poets love~ Jopper fanfic

Poems about you

3 months later

"Joyce! Open up!" He rang the doorbell. The brunette answered the door. "Jim what are you doing here." She said as he walked in.
"Max kicked me out." He said with a frown.
"What? Why? I thought you guys were sharing taxes." The brunette wet a paper towel to clean the soy sauce off of him.
"We are. But he's bringing his weird girlfriend. I told him I didn't like her. She's rude to me. She always thinks I'm hitting on her. I told her I have a perfect girlfriend." He said fluttering his hand through her bangs.
"So you left or he told you to leave?" She carefully softly wiped the sauce.
"Told me to leave, cuz I was 'being rude'" He said using his fingers as quotations. Joyce chuckled at his words.
"So what? You trying to stay with me pretty boy?"
She said with a smirk, biting her lip.
"Maybe. I mean I'd love to work on our assignment together."
"Remind me, what is it?" She said before kissing him on the cheek, the brunette led him to her counter.
"A story about someone who inspired you. Short paragraphs. Who are you gonna write about?" He scrunched his nose while smiling, taking his papers out. Revealing some of his past works.
"Maybe you." She softly smiled. Her eyes brightened, and her nose scrunched when she saw a paragraph of his. It was titled The beautiful Joyce Horowitz.
"What's this baby?" She said lifting it from his case.
"Joyce.. Don't read that." He smiled and chuckled, reaching for the paper Joyce now held in the air.
"Please let me read it. I want to feel good about myself." She frowned. He nodded

The beautiful Joyce Horowitz

Joyce Horowitz, my heart races every time I see her. Her brown hair flows like silk, each strand glowing as it catches the light, and I can't help but reach out, wishing to feel its softness. Her brown eyes are my sanctuary, deep and full of warmth, holding a quiet strength that draws me in. When she smiles it's as if the world stops, and in that moment nothing else matters. Her smile is pure magic, the kind that makes my heart ache with a sweet, undeniable longing. And her body movement so fluid, so natural, that I'm left mesmerized. Joyce isn't just beautiful; she's the most breathtaking soul I've ever known, and every time I see her, I fall in love with her all over again.

After she finishes reading, she smiles, blinking softly, "You really think that?" she blushes a light shade of pink.
"Of course I do. You're insanely perfect it physically hurts." He tops her head with a kiss.
"I'm definitely writing my story about you." She smiles. He just chuckles, getting two lined sheets of paper, passing one to her.
"You'll have to wait and see who I write about." He smirks.

It's past 11:30 when the brunette finishes. Jim had finished ages ago, he had been watching tv for a while now.
"I'm done!" She yelled.
"What? What's going on?" He forced his eyes open to look at the beautiful brunette.
"Cmon let's go cuddle, in my bed, please?" She said walking to her bedroom.
"Alright." He said groggily.

Both slept super peacefully through the night. The brunettes arm rested across his chest, and he held her hand through the night.

When he awakes, her mouth is wide open, she's drooling all over the blanket, but he really didn't find it gross. He wasn't sure what time to wake her, as he usually awoke at 5 or 6. She seemed to wake up later, at 9. He carefully un intertwined there fingers, and took her hand off his chest. He brewed a cup of black coffee and sat on her sofa, watching the morning news. It was now 8:30 and he decided now was a reasonable time to wake the brunette up. She slept so peacefully. Her arm taking up the spot that was once his.
"Morning Joyce. It's 8:30" he whispered into her ear.
"Jim, please 5 more minutes." She said opening her eyes to see him.
"I made coffee." Coffee was Joyce's life support, besides him of course. She loved coffee so much. It woke her up, lifted her up.
"It has three sugars?" She asked lifting her head rubbing her eyes. "Yep."
She shortly noticed the drool on the blanket.
"Oh man, Im so embarrassed, sorry about the drool." She said wiping it off her mouth with the tissues on her bedside.
"Oh it's alright." He chuckled.

They sat at the counter, drinking their coffee and packing up there papers.
"How long have you been up?" She says looking around the room, noticing that he's already dressed.
"Since 6." He smiled.
"Geez. I could never."
"I'm real excited to hear your voice today."
"I'm excited to hear yours." She said walking away.
"Where are you goin?"
"Getting ready!"

She wore a long white flower printed skirt, a tighter white shirt, pearl jewelry, and black heels with white socks. Blush and mascara.
She went into her room looking like a bed head, and came out looking so so beautiful, as Jim would say.
"I'm ready!" She said, opening her sliding door.!
"You're so beautiful Joyce." He grabbed their cases.
"Thank you. But we have to go now, I have to catch the L train."
"What?"
"I take the L train to class. Do you not?" She said her eyebrows frowned.
"No? You take the L train? Joyce that is way too dangerous for you."
"It's really not, though that one day I didn't come to class it was because I did get robbed." The brunette chuckled lightly.
"God Joyce. You are never taking that L train again. I drive, you're carpooling with me now." He handed her the case.
"Oh alright." She just smiled and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

The drive there was pretty boring. Joyce mostly talked about some of her weird experiences on the L train.

As they entered the building they nodded at the clerk. "Morning Mr. Ronald!" Jim yelled as they entered the class.
"Morning! Wow I am shocked to see Horowitz awake and on time this morning!" He chuckled at the sight of her.
"Oh, it's probably because we slept together last night." The brunette said before covering her mouth realizing what she had just said. "No! No not like that I-"
"You keep that to yourself please." He said turning his head towards Jim. Jim just chuckled, receiving a slap on the wrist from Joyce.
"God! I did not mean it like that." She whisper yelled.
"I know, I know." He smiled.

"Okay, so by request from Mary, we're going to pick sticks." Ronald picked the first stick.
"Jim Hopper!" He smiled.
Jim smiled as he collected his paper.
He cleared his throat before speaking, making eye contact with Joyce.

Joyce inspired me to become a better person in ways I never expected. Her kindness and sincerity made me reflect on my own actions and attitudes, encouraging me to approach my life with a softer heart, and a more open mind. The way she handles challenges with strength and grace stirred something within me, pushing me to be more patient, understanding, and compassionate. Her unspoken wisdom and the way she brings out good in others, helped me to do the same. Through her, I found myself striving to be a better version of myself, inspired by the light that Joyce brought into my life.

He finished with a smile, never stopping the eye contact between them, noticing tears pricking at her eyes.

"God Jim, you're an insane writer. You make me feel so special." The brunette said, wiping her one tear.
He chuckled "That's always what I aim to do."

As Beth McKinley read her paragraph about how her mother inspired her, she couldn't stop thinking about Jim's paper, she was so flattered and felt too special. She prayed hers would be just as well.

"Joyce Horowitz." Ronald called. She smiled widely, reaching for her paper.

She looked at him.

Jim Hopper, he inspired me to become a better writer through his wisdom and deep love for writing. He taught me to slow down and observe the world with a more attentive eye, to write with honesty and vulnerability instead of trying to impress others. His simple advice; write from the heart, not the head- transformed my approach to writing, helping me find my true voice. Through our relationship, I learned that the best stories are born from authenticity and the courage to explore my own emotions and experiences.

Her smile couldn't be happier as she stared at him. His smile couldn't be happier. Everyone else presented, but it didn't matter, they were both so in love.

The next assignment was to write a story, a partner paragraph about how they met. Wether it was friendship, or love. Obviously Jim and the brunette chose eachother.

Word count: 1510