The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

[chocolamousse]

Title: The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Category: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Beta: The very lovely verityburns
Word count: 1141
Translation into Chinese available here (thank you, Lowtension!), into Czech available here (thank you, miamam!) and into Russian available here and here (thank you, Little_Unicorn!).
Summary: Before meeting Sherlock,

Comments

[chocolamousse]

Hello, first commentator! I didn't hope to have a reaction from you so soon, I thought you'd be knackered after your adventures in Seattle. I guess the end of this coffee embargo must help!

Oh, please, don't encourage Verity and Ariane, they are ruthless enough as they are! :D But I'm delighted to partly break the heart of someone who completely broke my heart with a certain story. Thank you!

[rox712]

What are you doing?

Dear Miss Chocolamousse,

knowing you a little bit after all the wonderful comments I have read under lots and lots of fics (and yes I read them), I never thought that you would set out to break my heart. I expected Johnlock and maybe even some hot sweaty times, but not this sadness!
I still love this very much, but now I need to find some fluff to recover.

Sincerely me.

[chocolamousse]

Dear Miss Rox,

I understand your distress but, as I told Atlin last week, it could be so worse: I could write hilarious fics and gloomy comments, you see. The awful truth is that I love to break people's hearts with my stories, but rest assured that, in my head-canon, there's always a happy ending, even if I don't write it. One day, very soon, Sherlock will understand what he feels, and there will be confessions and kisses and fluff and they will live happily ever after, the end. There. Fell better now?

I'm afraid I'm quite incapable of writing about sweaty times, but if you're kind enough to read the story I'll post next week I can promise you'll be sated with fluff and happy times, and your broken heart will be fixed. (Well, I hope so anyway!)

Yours sincerely.

[verityburns]

I know I'm spamming you with comments again, and I wasn't going to... but I was half-way through one on FF.net and I wanted to quote a line, but I don't like quoting on FF.net because people often look at the reviews before they read the story, so it feels 'spoilery'. 'So, don't tell me off', is where I was going with that!

Anyway, the line I wanted to quote, is the repeated phrase at the end of your antepenultimate paragraph:

'I can't bear it, I can't bear it.'

That just brings a lump to my throat every time. And my throat is not easily rendered lumpy.

Gorgeous work, my dear. My cudgel is proud - as am I :D

[chocolamousse]

I'll NEVER complain about being spammed with the kind of comments you send me. Note to mention you manage to say different things every time, and always lovely things.

That just brings a lump to my throat every time. And my throat is not easily rendered lumpy.
I hope that doesn't make me a sadistic person, but I love the sound of it. I brought lumps to Verity's throat and it's a throat which is resistant to lumps. Yay for me!

Thank you very much for these veeeeery kind words. Also, if I find "My cudgel is proud" in a fic from you, be sure I'll make a very witty and supremely subtle comment. :D

[chocolamousse]

Oh, I forgot, thank you for promoting Nightwatch! Stacey wrote a very nice review. :-)

[verityburns]

Stace is LOVELY. She's not on LJ, can't get her head around it at all, but she can cope with FF.net.

It was Stace who helped me with the podfic of 'Heart' - if you define 'helped' as 'it wouldn't have happened without her'. She's part of the group of us hitting the Sherlockpalooza thing the weekend after next... wish you could join us!

[arianedevere]

D’aww. My birthday fic finally goes public. About flippin’ time too. While I have been proud and honoured to have had this written just for me, it’s been so frustrating that only a couple of other people have seen it up until now. I am chuffed to bits that at long last the rest of the world gets to see this beautiful piece of writing.

This is what I emailed at the time, and still holds true:

I have a new file on my computer. And it contains your two stories so that I can't lose them even if, for some reason, my email account should crash and get deleted. Cos I never want to lose them - they're far too precious to me. While I was copying across the one you did for Verity [Nightwatch], it made me cry all over again - that last line kills me every time. In a good way, I hasten to point out before you get all paranoid again.

And The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of (which I absolutely will not abbreviate to "Stuff") affects me similarly. I totally adore the way you tell the two stories and how they interweave and overlap. I especially love

[chocolamousse]

I was so happy when you told me you loved your gift in April, and re-reading your answer makes me very happy again. And I'm going to copy and paste a bit of the message I sent to Verity with the fic, because it reveals the part you both played in the writing process.

First, look what you've done to me, Captain Innuendo. I added "in my pyjamas" at the very last moment, because I suddenly imagined Callie's thoughts and yours : "But, is he naked ? IS HE NAKED ??? Well, he sleeps naked, it's canon now, and he jumped out of his bed and rushed to the stairs, so he must be naked. And John doesn't take his eyes off him. HE'S NAKED ! No, wait, John looks him straight in the eye. Not naked, then... Unless..." And so on. Which would have completely spoilt the mood. Also, I had written "even if obviously I would have got off perfectly well if he hadn't been there", before hearing you two sniggering : "Yes, but it's so much better when he's there" and using "would have coped" instead.Yep, it's your fault if Sherlock wears pyjamas! :D

[ascendant_angel]

I do not have words to do this justice, so I'm afraid I'll have to settle for amazing for now.

[chocolamousse]

Amazing is more than enough! Thank you very much.

[chocolamousse]

Thank you very much! Don't worry, this "ow" situation won't last very long. :-)