[FICTION] There's one who cares for me today
Title: There's One Who Cares For Me Today
Fandom(s): True Blood
Character/Pairing: Hoyt Fortenberry/Jessica Hamby
Timeline: While Jessica is in Dallas, before Hoyt runs off to see her.
Complete: 1/1
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None, except for THEY ARE CUTER THAN PUPPIES YOU MAY GET CAVITIES.
Summary: Hoyt is adorable and ttly in lurve.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE.
Notes: First time writing in this fandom. I haven't read the books. DON'T KILL ME FOR FUCKING IT UP. Really rambly and introspective, which is probably a sign that I should not write at whatever ungodly hour it is right now or will be in a few minutes HOLY CRAP THE SUN IS UP WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN.
Hoyt Fortenberry was a God-fearing man, in as much as any man in Bon Temps was. He went to church on Sundays with his mother, and he believed, honestly and without reservation, that being good was important. Sometimes he liked to figure that Jesus was like Superman, calling for everybody on that mount to fight for truth, justice, and the American way. The incident (and it didn't seem fair to call it that, as if it made it somehow less important and overreaching than it was) with René had disturbed him in a way he didn't know he could be disturbed, in a way he couldn't speak on properly without feeling ill, like trying to was the same as scratching your nails on a chalkboard.
It was hard for him to accept that anyone could be that hateful deep inside themselves, human or otherwise. Even harder when he thought of how they had been friends and he hadn't noticed a thing.
The moments he set aside to think on this were few and far between, but tended to crop up late at night. More so once Jason was off at God Camp or whatever it was, and with his girlfriend Jessica (and he smiled to himself every single time he thought of her name, because getting to put the possessive 'my girlfriend' in front of it was a joyful little thrill on its own) in Dallas.
First time he saw Jessica in Merlott's, a vision in a pretty yellow dress and copper curled hair, he couldn't help but smile and think of Mary Jane Watson. Wholesome and sweet, and he tried to act like he had all of Spider-man's wit and charm when he went over to talk to her. They may not have been childhood friends, but he was struck with the idea that they very easily could've been. Finding out she was a vampire didn't even phase him in the slightest, except for reminding him of René, of poor Arlene downtrodden and crying for weeks after it all ended.
Somewhere between explaining chicken fried steak and explaining the Wii-mote controls, Hoyt decided, firmly and without reservation, that he'd protect her. Not that there was much to protect her from, with Jessica being a vampire and all, but he could protect her from what happened to Arlene. He could be a good man for her. Be all the things a woman ought to have in a man, without creeping hateful secrets nor the creeping stupid ones he'd learned were to be avoided by listening to Jason's colorful tales of sexual adventure for years.
Thus the nagging doubts about the trueness of people and the pessimism and cynicism that came with them faded, slowly, during long late night calls and hours of sending text messages back and forth. He had a mission, and even if Hoyt couldn't run into burning buildings or fly around in spandex, he took it serious enough.
Click, click, click, "Hey Jessica, miss you. More than Superman misses Krypton. I'll read you that one next time. <3 Love, Hoyt" The addition of 'love' was spontaneous, but fitting.
Somewhere in Dallas, a girl was smiling as Hoyt Fortenberry saved her day.
Fandom(s): True Blood
Character/Pairing: Hoyt Fortenberry/Jessica Hamby
Timeline: While Jessica is in Dallas, before Hoyt runs off to see her.
Complete: 1/1
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None, except for THEY ARE CUTER THAN PUPPIES YOU MAY GET CAVITIES.
Summary: Hoyt is adorable and ttly in lurve.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE.
Notes: First time writing in this fandom. I haven't read the books. DON'T KILL ME FOR FUCKING IT UP. Really rambly and introspective, which is probably a sign that I should not write at whatever ungodly hour it is right now or will be in a few minutes HOLY CRAP THE SUN IS UP WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN.
Hoyt Fortenberry was a God-fearing man, in as much as any man in Bon Temps was. He went to church on Sundays with his mother, and he believed, honestly and without reservation, that being good was important. Sometimes he liked to figure that Jesus was like Superman, calling for everybody on that mount to fight for truth, justice, and the American way. The incident (and it didn't seem fair to call it that, as if it made it somehow less important and overreaching than it was) with René had disturbed him in a way he didn't know he could be disturbed, in a way he couldn't speak on properly without feeling ill, like trying to was the same as scratching your nails on a chalkboard.
It was hard for him to accept that anyone could be that hateful deep inside themselves, human or otherwise. Even harder when he thought of how they had been friends and he hadn't noticed a thing.
The moments he set aside to think on this were few and far between, but tended to crop up late at night. More so once Jason was off at God Camp or whatever it was, and with his girlfriend Jessica (and he smiled to himself every single time he thought of her name, because getting to put the possessive 'my girlfriend' in front of it was a joyful little thrill on its own) in Dallas.
First time he saw Jessica in Merlott's, a vision in a pretty yellow dress and copper curled hair, he couldn't help but smile and think of Mary Jane Watson. Wholesome and sweet, and he tried to act like he had all of Spider-man's wit and charm when he went over to talk to her. They may not have been childhood friends, but he was struck with the idea that they very easily could've been. Finding out she was a vampire didn't even phase him in the slightest, except for reminding him of René, of poor Arlene downtrodden and crying for weeks after it all ended.
Somewhere between explaining chicken fried steak and explaining the Wii-mote controls, Hoyt decided, firmly and without reservation, that he'd protect her. Not that there was much to protect her from, with Jessica being a vampire and all, but he could protect her from what happened to Arlene. He could be a good man for her. Be all the things a woman ought to have in a man, without creeping hateful secrets nor the creeping stupid ones he'd learned were to be avoided by listening to Jason's colorful tales of sexual adventure for years.
Thus the nagging doubts about the trueness of people and the pessimism and cynicism that came with them faded, slowly, during long late night calls and hours of sending text messages back and forth. He had a mission, and even if Hoyt couldn't run into burning buildings or fly around in spandex, he took it serious enough.
Click, click, click, "Hey Jessica, miss you. More than Superman misses Krypton. I'll read you that one next time. <3 Love, Hoyt" The addition of 'love' was spontaneous, but fitting.
Somewhere in Dallas, a girl was smiling as Hoyt Fortenberry saved her day.