Ah, 1/5 happy fics...
Inspired by: This fandom in general. And the song "Falling for you" by Nick Howard.
From the secret blog of Dr John H Watson, with the note "God, I hope you never find this":
3 January
Sherlock,
I start to think about the ways you make me smile. You aren't here, but I can see everything, like pictures in my mind. I sit and think about them for a while. I can see those intriguing eyes flash and narrow with every deduction, the way you smirk when I complement you on your brilliance. I focus particularly on the curves of your figure as you lounges on the couch, ankles crossed, fingers steepled under your chin as you think. The way you look at me and invade my personal space. How you act so bewildered by the little things ordinary people need only a moment to understand.
Speak of the devil, you walk through the door, dissatisfyed frown plain on your face. You glance at me in my chair and pass by, uninterested. I go back to my blog, and think of how lucky I am to have you. Yes, I am a lucky man. It feels like a fairy tale almost.
Boring old Dr Watson, nothing happens to him, he has a limp and no friends, living alone on a small pension in a big city. Suddenly, an old friend he hasn't seen in years happens along to bring him to extraordinary Mr Holmes, with a brilliant mind and, yes, no friends. No girlfriend, no boyfriend, no attatchments. It just so happens he needs a flatmate. Who better than John, the man so desperate for something, he'll take anything?
I don't believe in fairy tales... but this time, I think I can.
10 January
I start to think about the ways you make me laugh. All it takes is a clever comment, or a peculiar look. You could probably just say "Cheers" and I'd at least chuckle. When you aren't being an annoying dick, you're awfully amusing.
There is absolutely no one else on earth that I could ever love. I know I aways have a string of girlfriends that I even have trouble keeping straight, but that's because I know I can't have you. It's like the one after the boring teacher told me, I'd do anything for you. So I'll just keep hoping one day you'll see me here, eager and waiting.
For now, I'm satisfyed just to look at you. One look, and I can feel my heart race. Sometimes I think you can tell, because you give me that funny look where you frown and your nose crinkles a bit. I'm pretty sure you can see me crumble a bit everytime you walk into the room.
11 January
You know, Sherlock. I think I'm falling for you. And I hope to God you're falling for me too. I'm practically head over heels. You better figure it out before I hit the ground face first. I know you're married to your work, but you have to want something more, right? I can see it written all over your face, unless I'm imagining the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention, how you get so flattered when I blurt out how brilliant you are and how annoyed you get when someone else tries to tell you the same. And don't think for a moment I haven't noticed how protective you are of me. Or how different you act. Then again, you are Sherlock...
The point is, Sherlock, I'm falling for you. And I hope to God you're falling for me.
7 March
I started making a list of all my favourite things you do (it's actually hidden in my sock drawer). At the top is the way you smile. It's rare, to get an actual genuine smile from you. I've only seen it a few times, mainly when you've got a particularly interesting case, but my favourite is when it's just the two of us, and you smile at me like you never do in any other situation. I love how sometimes I feel like the only one in your world. I love the way you look at me.
Remember when you held my hand the other day? We were walking through one of the thicker crowds downtown and you grabbed my hand. "To keep from losing you," you told me. But I think it was maybe more than that. I saw that look in those impossibly blue eyes. Something else was there.
You weren't wearing your gloves. Your hands were warm and soft. You kept walking in your determined manner like nothing was different, and I loved that. I loved the way you made it seem natural, like you should always be holding my hand.
I love how you make me feel like I can do anything. Things I couldn't do before, when I'm with you I can.
I'm falling harder, Sherlock. You better be there to catch me before I hit the ground.
23 March
You're a bastard, you know that right? You've got me in your grasp and I can't let go. Everyone thinks we're a couple, and no matter how many times I deny it, I think sometimes we both do too. I'm still falling hard, and everyone can see it. I see it too, the looks in their eyes when they see us together. They all assume it's love. Maybe it is.
Yesterday something was different. We sat together on the couch and just looked at each other for nearly an hour. You thought I couldn't tell, but you were drowning in my eyes. I know you, Sherlock, one-hundred percent. I'm not imagining any of this anymore. You're falling too, and I'm here to catch you. I'll break your fall, then all that'll be left is to tell the world. Not that it'll surprise anyone. It's just been a given that we're together. Even your brother thought as much when I first moved in, as did Mrs Hudson.
Maybe that's just how it should be, how it's always been.
-John
5 June
John,
I used to think love was a dangerous disadvantage. But maybe I was wrong. It's still a disadvantage, of course, but maybe in a strange way it's all worth it.
Mycroft says the feeling will fade with time, but I don't believe that's true. There's no other way to describe it, but I still get butterflies whenever I see you.
I am so relieved that you fell just as hard as me. I've never felt this way about anyone. No one else has ever been so important that they take priority over my work. You're something special, John Watson, you have been from the beginning. I will always love you, and if I'm incredibly lucky, you will always love me too.
I'm still falling for you, and you've fallen for me. We're both obviously "head over heels", as you say.
I hope it lasts forever, John.
Because I'm falling for you, and now you've fallen for me.
-SH