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Hey, Medicine Man music video! Someone should write a fic based on that video, yo. In the meanwhile, have some Greta fic, you guys!
Title: You Make The Shape of My Heart a Frame For My Soul
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jon/Greta
Word Count: 358
Summary: Jon liked to imagine that he fell in love with Greta during a summer sunset, when birds soared across the orange painted sky as tiny shadows and the giant ocean waves seemed to splash against the sun in the distance.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Author Notes: This is for simplemitosis and onneonlights, because they wanted Greta fic. Thanks goes out to kwalktown and patchworkwounds for looking over the fic for me. Title taken from Hot Tango by Goli.
Jon liked to imagine that he fell in love with Greta during a summer sunset, when birds soared across the orange painted sky as tiny shadows and the giant ocean waves seemed to splash against the sun in the distance. Jon watched Greta sit in the sand with her arms hugging her legs to her chest, the setting sun dusting Greta with golden light. And even after the sun set, Jon imagined Greta still glowed, especially when he touched her; hand to hand, lips to hand, lips to lips.
Except for the part where he knew he loved her before then, when she did cartwheels in the grass with him, barefoot, on a spring day when the trees were just growing back their leaves and when she grinned and laughed with him when either of them slipped on the wet grass. Jon offered a hand whenever Greta landed on her back, her laughter breathless.
Greta called him a gentleman and he bowed and said, “I’m only a gentleman to ladies,” when he really meant, I’m only a gentlemen to you.
Maybe it was even before then, when Jon walked in on Greta watching Grease, her voice in harmony with the singing on screen and hands and feet moving to a dance only she knew. Jon laughed without meaning to and Greta turned, but didn’t stop, turning a darker shade of pink only slightly. And when Jon asked if he could join her, she smiled at him genuinely and showed him her dance so they could move to a dance that only the two of them knew.
But probably, it was an accumulation of all his time spent with her and apart from her, the moments when he ached to call her because his bunk felt too quiet, too lonely, and the times they hugged tightly after meeting up again after months of not seeing each other, of not touching each other.
Jon liked to imagine the he fell in love with Greta during a summer sunset, but he also liked to imagine he fell in love with her every time she smiled, laughed, or spoke, without actually falling out of love.
Title: You Make The Shape of My Heart a Frame For My Soul
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jon/Greta
Word Count: 358
Summary: Jon liked to imagine that he fell in love with Greta during a summer sunset, when birds soared across the orange painted sky as tiny shadows and the giant ocean waves seemed to splash against the sun in the distance.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Author Notes: This is for simplemitosis and onneonlights, because they wanted Greta fic. Thanks goes out to kwalktown and patchworkwounds for looking over the fic for me. Title taken from Hot Tango by Goli.
Jon liked to imagine that he fell in love with Greta during a summer sunset, when birds soared across the orange painted sky as tiny shadows and the giant ocean waves seemed to splash against the sun in the distance. Jon watched Greta sit in the sand with her arms hugging her legs to her chest, the setting sun dusting Greta with golden light. And even after the sun set, Jon imagined Greta still glowed, especially when he touched her; hand to hand, lips to hand, lips to lips.
Except for the part where he knew he loved her before then, when she did cartwheels in the grass with him, barefoot, on a spring day when the trees were just growing back their leaves and when she grinned and laughed with him when either of them slipped on the wet grass. Jon offered a hand whenever Greta landed on her back, her laughter breathless.
Greta called him a gentleman and he bowed and said, “I’m only a gentleman to ladies,” when he really meant, I’m only a gentlemen to you.
Maybe it was even before then, when Jon walked in on Greta watching Grease, her voice in harmony with the singing on screen and hands and feet moving to a dance only she knew. Jon laughed without meaning to and Greta turned, but didn’t stop, turning a darker shade of pink only slightly. And when Jon asked if he could join her, she smiled at him genuinely and showed him her dance so they could move to a dance that only the two of them knew.
But probably, it was an accumulation of all his time spent with her and apart from her, the moments when he ached to call her because his bunk felt too quiet, too lonely, and the times they hugged tightly after meeting up again after months of not seeing each other, of not touching each other.
Jon liked to imagine the he fell in love with Greta during a summer sunset, but he also liked to imagine he fell in love with her every time she smiled, laughed, or spoke, without actually falling out of love.