#flattery

[imaginativeworks]

Imagine Your OTP

Person A: “F-flattery will get you no where”

Person B:  (hold their face and turns it towards them) “Oh I beg to differ! After all it allows me to see that attractive shade of blush on you every time I say something that catches your attention~” Leans closer and whispers in their ear “Am I getting warmer?”

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[raina-at]

Flattery

Hubris. Pride. Ego.

A crippling lack of self-esteem from years of bullying, a childhood spent emotionally neglected and constantly overshadowed by an older sibling in a family where intellectual achievement was valued over everything else resulting in an intense emotional need for validation that runs deep and burns bright and goes largely unacknowledged (to use the words of his therapist at his second rehab clinic).

Any one of these would suffice as an explanation why he's ended up here, on the roof at Barts hospital.

Sherlock always considered it a sign of true intelligence to be able to learn from your mistakes. The problem is recognising the exact nature of the mistake. 

He let Moriarty flatter him into engaging with him. Then he made the same mistake with Irene. Then with Moriarty, again. All because he was secretly so pleased that Moriarty chose him as a rival, not all-seeing, all-knowing Mycroft, no, for once, Sherlock was the special one, the archnemesis. He let Moriarty lead him by the nose to his own self-destruction. He was too proud, too flattered, too stupid to walk away.

And now his chickens have come home to roost, it's time to pay the piper, and a few other useless metaphors that all mean the same thing: Playtime is over. Now it's time for consequences.

And of course what's truly horrible about all of this is that the consequences aren't only his to bear. No, the mistakes were all his, but the consequences will be shared by everyone who — stupidly — cares about him.

"What are you doing up here?"

Sherlock starts and turns his head, watching as John approaches the air vent he’s leaning against. He sits down next to Sherlock without saying a word, and Sherlock is grateful for the silence.

"Mycroft is having kittens downstairs, just so you know. You're supposed to be dead, not wandering about the bloody hospital," John finally says.

"He arrested the snipers, we're out of danger," Sherlock answers, dismissing Mycroft's concern with a wave of his hand.

John doesn't answer, just tilts his head back to look at the bright blue sky.

"What a fucking day," he sighs. "So what now?"

"Now..." Sherlock looks at his hands and wishes this conversation to be over, wishes he didn't know exactly how it's going to go. Wishes he could just disappear. But he can't. He owes John the truth. After all the shit he put him through, with Moriarty and the trial and then having to witness Sherlock's fake suicide, having to live with Sherlock's death for two hours before Mycroft could get to him - after all that, Sherlock can’t just leave without explaining where he’s going and what he has to do.  "Now I go after Moriarty's network. He had people all over Europe, all over the world maybe. Killing the spider means nothing if you leave the web intact. Another spider would just move right in."

John is quiet for a while. He's sitting very close to Sherlock, shoulders touching. The day is mild, but Sherlock's still shivering a bit with nerves, exhaustion and fear, so the warmth of John's body against his is - pleasant. Necessary.

"You know I'm coming with you, right?"

Sherlock sighs, having expected this response down to the exact inflection of John’s voice. "John—"

"No, no, don't even try to talk me out of it." He turns to face Sherlock, and Sherlock can see the grim determination on John's face. It's incredibly reassuring, after a day like this, even though it's terribly inconvenient in every other respect. "Listen. You're brilliant, but you can't do this alone. And what's more, you don't have to."

"I almost got you killed."

"You saved me today. And so many times before." John turns his head to look over the edge of the roof Sherlock jumped from not three hours ago. "I can't..." John's voice nearly breaks, but he takes a deep breath and soldiers on. "I can't just sit here, knowing that you might die out there alone. Please don't make me go through that."

"You're not playing fair," Sherlock says, leaning his head back against the warm concrete wall. He’s too exhausted to deal with John’s loud and insistent emotions. He’s also far too tired to argue against something he secretly desperately wants. He doesn’t want to go alone, and he doesn’t want to go with anyone but John. But he has to make sure John knows the risk, that he goes into this with his eyes wide open. “You’re not considering what I would go through if I got you killed. We might die out there. Either or both of us.”

John grins at him, fierce and sharp and dangerous. “Remember what you said to me, on Day bloody One? I said dangerous, and here you are.”

Sherlock looks down at his hands and smiles. “What do I have to do to get rid of you? All of London thinks I’m a fraud, I make you watch me die, almost get you blown up, stabbed, shot, and you’re still here.”

“Well, you could stop leaving ears in the fridge, I won’t lie,” John says, jostling his shoulder against Sherlock’s. “Other than that, I think you’re pretty much stuck with me.”

Sherlock closes his eyes and stops fighting the fierce gladness that John is still here, that he believes in Sherlock, that he’ll come with him into the darkness and maybe out the other side again. “I guess I could think of worse fates.”

“Wow, easy with the flattery, otherwise I might think you like me or something,” John says, the smile audible in his voice. He gets up from the roof and holds out his hand to Sherlock. “Shall we?”

Sherlock takes his hand and lets John pull him to his feet. “By all means.”

A little TRF fix it for your reading pleasure. Thank you so much for the prompt, @calaisreno

Tagging a few people: @lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes @meetinginsamarra @jrow @khorazir @totallysilvergirl @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @shiplocks-of-love @7-percent @the-reading-lemon @catlock-holmes @inevitably-johnlocked @thetimemoves @discordantwords and anyone else who wants to play.

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[lisbeth-kk]

Flattery

Thanks for the prompt @calaisreno and the tag @raina-at @keirgreeneyes

Lost for words

Growing up it was an established fact that Sherlock was a genius, like his brother Mycroft. No one made a fuss about it. It was a natural part of his life. At least until he started school. It became evidently clear quite quickly that Sherlock’s intelligence was far beyond the other children’s, which made him a target. Instead of the recognition he’d always got at home, he now had to face mockery and name calling.

Weirdo! Freak! Nerd! Nutter!

With Mycroft’s help and guidance, Sherlock built an invisible wall around himself. For protection. Despite what everyone assumed, he very much cared for what other people thought of him. He had to disengage his feelings, and it took time, hurt quite a bit, but he finally managed.

***

Flattery is something Sherlock uses frequently in his engagement with victims or villains to get the information he needs to solve a case. Shamming like that comes easy to him, because there are no true feelings involved.

Sherlock feels somewhat appreciated by Lestrade, though he’s more often than not exasperated with Sherlock, but at least he doesn’t call him freak like Donovan does. When Sherlock’s caught off guard, it still hurts. A bit.

And then came John. Sherlock’s timeline is divided in two halves. BJ and AJ, meaning Before John and After John. He prefers the latter any given day. With John came flattery, or so Sherlock thought. Sherlock could see from the start that John was a bit insecure to why Sherlock preferred his presence, which lead Sherlock to think that John flattered him, so Sherlock still would want John in his life. As time went, though, Sherlock deduced that John’s praise, amazing, brilliant, extraordinary, were honest words. He really meant what he said, and he didn’t say those words to please Sherlock, they just appeared in John’s mind and were spilled out after Sherlock’s deductions and crime solving.

***

Another timeline surfaced. BP and AP. Before the Pool, and After the Pool. When Sherlock became aware that John was willing to not only kill for him, but also die if needed, something shifted in Sherlock’s perception of their relationship. The fact that he loved John, and that he too would kill and/or die for John.

That very night they became lovers and with that something else and totally new entered Sherlock’s life. Endearments. They came so easy and natural to John. Love, sweetheart, beautiful, gorgeous. At first Sherlock was gobsmacked. Never in his life had he imagined anyone would call him such things, let alone that he would adore it to this extent. He can feel that he blushes and in the beginning he felt self-conscious about it. But when John told him that he loved seeing him blush, he just gave in.

There’s one problem, though. Sherlock can’t say those words back, no matter how much he longs and wants to. 

***

“What is it, love?” John asks when Sherlock growls frustrated and hides his face in the crook of John’s neck.

“I can’t say it back,” Sherlock murmurs almost inaudible.

“Not a problem, Sherlock,” John says and kisses the top of his head.

“But you’ll want to hear me say those words to you too, John,” Sherlock protests.

“Nope,” John states firmly, popping the p.

“John!”

“Listen. Let’s do an experiment. Shush, it’s not me deflecting. It’s about the endearments.”

John rearranges himself and asks Sherlock to prop himself up on an elbow, looking down at him.

“Okay. Don’t take this the wrong way. I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable or anything, just proving a point, yeah?” John says, smiling up at Sherlock.

“Can I kiss you first?” Sherlock asks. 

“God, yes, please.”

They kiss until they’re a bit breathless, and then John prompts Sherlock to position himself as before.

“Now. You’re a bit aroused, yes?” John inquires and Sherlock nods, looking intently at John.

“Ask to kiss me again, but instead of my name, use an endearment of your choice,” John says stroking Sherlock’s upper arm.

Sherlock takes a deep breath as to brace himself.

“Can I kiss you…love?” he says and grimaces.

“How did that feel?” John asks carefully. 

“Awful,” Sherlock admits. “How did it sound to you?”

“Awful,” John agrees.

He cradles Sherlock’s face and says, “and now to part two of the experiment.”

A grin appears on Sherlock’s face, and he bends down to kiss John thoroughly.

“Now, say it again but this time use my name like you do when you’re aroused and want me,” John murmurs huskily.

Sherlock doesn’t hesitate.

“Can I kiss you, John?”

“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s what your endearments are to me. My name in your mouth in every way you say it, that’s all I need. The way you just said it…Christ, Sherlock…it’s so hot and arousing. And the answer is yes, if you wondered.”

***

Sherlock finds himself marvel in this new knowledge. To him it’s always been clear as day that John’s name’s an endearment, but that John felt it too isn’t something Sherlock even considered. Still, he wants to give John more, to show him how much he’s loved. He ponders the matter for seven more days, until an idea emerges.

He searches the internet for adhesive memo pads. To his astonishment he finds some rather nice ones decorated with bees. He places his order, and when the package arrives, Sherlock wastes no time. Over the next couple of days he sticks notes everywhere. On the bathroom mirror, on John’s laptop, on John’s favourite mug, in his jacket pocket, on his pillow, on the mantle. He even manages to sneak into John’s office when he’s on a break to place one on his desk. 

Just you, John. Your eyes were so blue last night. I miss you, John. My conductor of light. Love you, John. I wanted to kiss you senseless at Tesco this morning. 

Those were some of the notes Sherlock left for John and John adored each and every one of them.

“Only you could come up with something like this, my precious genius,” John said, peppering Sherlock’s face with soft kisses after every word.

***

Sherlock has no idea what John’s done with his notes until he comes home one evening and sees John at the kitchen table with an album in A4 size before him.

“What are you doing, John?” he asks curiously, and stops abruptly when he sees what the album’s for.

“John,” he whispers.

John pastes the notes into the album, and when Sherlock looks closer he can see that John’s dated all of them. 

“You’re saving them?” he asks astounded.

“Of course, love. They’re my most precious belongings,” John answers and reaches up to touch Sherlock’s cheek.

***

Decades later, when they’re retiring to Sussex, John brings with him his twenty ‘Albums of flattery’, as he calls them. He’ll never get tired of reading the notes or receiving new ones.

I've had this idea in my head a few days now, and I think it fitted the prompt quite neatly.

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[buckypascal]

Some Eddie Munson reaction gifs

feel free to use at your disposal, no credit necessary ️❤️

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[calaisreno]

Love Language

Prompt: Flattery

Sherlock is very good at flattering people he wants something from- witnesses, suspects, people concealing evidence. For a man who pretends to be a sociopath (high functioning), uncomprehending of human emotions, he is surprisingly adept at manipulation. Maybe he considers that part of the sociopath gig. 

Over the years, John has learned to appreciate it when his flatmate insults him. Sherlock is an impatient man who hates slowing down to accommodate lesser intellects. His insults are rude, tactless— because he has no use for tact.

That's why John doesn't mind his insults. He knows Sherlock is several steps ahead of him and doesn't want to stop and explain. His words are honest, not devious. John understands. 

It's a strange love language between the two of them. John calls him a berk for leaving eels in the sink and eyeballs in his favorite mug. Sherlock calls him an idiot for ruining his experiment (the one he borrowed John’s jumper for). John calls Sherlock a git when he refuses to let John treat the bumps and bruises he's received; Sherlock calls John a mother hen. 

These are endearments. They know each other’s foibles, as well as the tender wounds they shouldn’t touch, and avoid them. He'd be nervous if Sherlock flattered him. 

“You’re my idiot,” Sherlock says.

John smiles. “Come here, you bastard.”

221B Ficlet / Read on AO3

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[gregorovitch-adler]

Birthday

John's eyes fluttered open automatically. He found himself wrapped in Sherlock's arms. John had been holding him too, and he was facing Sherlock in the morning, as he became more awake in their bed.

It was half past six and Sherlock's hair was all unruly; some of the strands were touching John's face. John brushed those strands aside and was beaming, as he watched Sherlock breathe in and out, slowly and steadily, as if they both had all the time in the world.

Frankly, John could stay like this with him for an eternity. He wouldn't change a thing about his current life.

Sherlock pulled John closer. Then he made a low sound at the base of his throat that vibrated against John's body, making him shiver.

"Still sleeping?" John asked.

"No," he replied with his eyes still closed.

"Happy birthday," John said and kissed him on his cheek. Sherlock smiled. "Get up."

"Still too early." Sherlock had finally opened his eyes.

John let out a short laugh. "I've got something to show you."

"It can wait."

"Hey! Why can't I share some excitement with the best and the only consulting detective in the world? Not fair." John couldn't hold back on his smile.

Sherlock's cheeks were a faint shade of pink now. "Flattery will get you nowhere," he said as he ducked his face in John's neck.

John was grinning as he ran his fingers through Sherlock's hair. "Won't it, now? What else am I supposed to do to convince the best and the wisest and the most charming man I've ever known, to take him out of this bedroom?"

Sherlock placed his hand on John's chest and gently pushed him backwards. "Alright. Let's go," he said as he got out of the bed hurriedly, and grabbed his T-shirt to wear, all while hiding his face from John.

John laughed and got out of the bed, too. He wore his jumper and went out of the bedroom, expecting Sherlock to follow him.

John walked towards the sitting room and stopped near the small table beside his armchair. He picked up a small rectangular box, that was gift-wrapped with an orange paper and turned around. He watched Sherlock coming to him; so he placed his arms behind his back to hide that box.

"What is it?" asked Sherlock with a yawn, rubbing his eye with his right hand.

"Close your eyes."

Sherlock rolled his eyes first before closing them. John grabbed one of his hands and placed that box on his palm.

Sherlock opened his eyes to take a look at his present. He glanced up at John with a questioning look. When John didn't say anything, he decided to open it and see for himself.

As Sherlock tore open the wrapper to have a look at its contents, John's gaze was fixed on his face, anticipating Sherlock's reaction with an uncontrollable smile.

Sherlock's lips were parted as he stared at the gift. "Daisy seeds!"

"I recently learned that you're fond of bees, and daisies are known to attract them, so I thought-"

Sherlock had cut him off by pressing a kiss on John's mouth. His other hand was grabbing at John's collar.

John smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist. They kept pouring themselves into that kiss.

Sherlock finally let go of him, breathlessly. John touched his forehead against Sherlock's. They were both smiling and John couldn't stop staring into Sherlock's mesmerizing eyes.

"So, it's safe to assume that you liked the gift."

Sherlock burst out laughing and so did John. "You're an idiot. But you're also amazing. You're an amazing idiot."

"Yeah, okay. I got it," John said and they laughed a bit more.

After some time, John pulled Sherlock close in an embrace. Sherlock's hands were wrapped tight around his waist.

John was right. He really wouldn't change a thing. This was the place he'd rather be in, for a lifetime. Sherlock's arms.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Prompts: Flattery and Surprise by @calaisreno

Thanks for the tag, @keirgreeneyes and @calaisreno !

Tagging: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @catlock-holmes @peanitbear , etc.

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[femmefatalevibe]

how do you deal with people copying you…

When on occasion, whether socially, behaviorally, or aesthetically, take it as a form of flattery

If persistent, take the compliment that someone admires your taste and preferences in things or how you think/hold yourself in different situations, but consider distancing yourself from this person because they probably are jealous of you and your life. You don't want them to become obsessive, clingy, or try to sabotage you because they can't develop their own sense of self & personality

At work or school, ensure all of your original ideas, work product, and related communications regarding your projects are documented via email, Slack, or voice recordings. Have sources to back up that someone is trying to steal your ideas, clients, opportunities, and projects. Call the person's intimation out as necessary to get recognition for your work. It's one thing to share the credit in a group effort and another to be overshadowed by someone stealing your ideas to get sole credit or overstepping to stifle your professional growth/new opportunities

#self concept #jealousy #emotional intelligence #emotional regulation #emotional maturity #boundaries #self confidence #flattery #copycat #differentiation #assertivecommunication #identity crisis #cult of personality #personal branding #interpersonal skills #interpersonal relationships #social skills #femmefatalevibe #q/a

[the-moth-from-elsewhere]

we dont interact much BUT

youre very cool, your vibes are amazing, and i hope we interact more

Oh thank you, I’m flattered ^^

#elsewhere is in your inbox again #Flattery

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

"What the mind doesn't understand, it worships or fears."

-- Alice Walker

Worship is a response to fear: flight, fight, freeze or fawn.

Fawning (worship) is an attempt to flatter the threat into skipping over you and targeting someone or something else. Worship is fear-based and selfish.

#Alice Walker #fear god #fear of god #worship god #religion #fawn #flattery #worship #religion is a mental illness

[danskjavlarna]

Source details and larger version.

Here's my gallery of unusual imagery from vintage college yearbooks.

#seed #flattery #vintage yearbook #vintage illustration #yearbook

[rancher-85]

#flattery

[philosophybits]

The people, incapable as yet of sound judgment as to what is best for them, applaud indiscriminately the most opposite ideas, provided that in them they get a taste of flattery: to them the laws of thought are like the confines of the possible; today they can no more distinguish between a savant and a sophist, than formerly they could tell a physician from a sorcerer.

Pierre-Joseph Proudhon, What is Property?

#philosophy #quotes #Pierre Joseph Proudhon #What is Property? #flattery #vanity #opinions #humanity

[of-thieves-and-witches]

Flattery

A/N: not proof read because the original revision didn't save and I didn't want to edit the whole thing again.

_________________________________

Gwen bit her lower lip in concentration. To disclose or not to disclose, that was the question.

She had already revealed one secret tonight, should she reveal another?

He had taken the first one pretty well , he might take the second one in a similar way.

" you're making your worried thinky face G , if you wanna say something spit it out "

He caught her. Guess when you're with someone for years it's hard to truly hide things from them. You just know each other too well.

Dang it

Gwen sighed, " okay um so you know when I asked you to the dance,"

Ah the dance, Kevin remembered. Their first not-an-actual date date.

It was the day they almost kissed for the first time , the day he realised he wanted to be with the redhead in a more than just good freinds kind of way.

A moment in time he remembered fondly.

" and you know how we got to my school and you happened to say the only reason I didn't want to go in was because you thought I was embarrassed by you?"

A moment in time he didn't remember fondly. While he had been flattered by the anodites interest in him back then, he couldn't possibly understand why. He still didn't, but now he wasn't shrouded by his own crippling belief of his self worth.

The only people who had ever shown interest were the ones who wanted an in on whatever big thing he had scored, or could score for them. Not to mention all the years he had spent in hiding because of his mutation. It was hard looking every reflection and seeing himself as the monster from the stories his mother used to tell him about his father's battles to keep peace.

The night after he was first mutated, Kevin got out the river and went home , soaking and sobbing for a mother's comfort , only for her to scream at his sight and slam the door in his face.

He flew away when he heard her yelling into a phone " there's a giant ugly monster on my porch! I don't know what it wants...okay ...hurry please "

He had become something his own mother was petrified of. If she didn't love him, how could believe anyone else could?

" Kev I was never embarrassed by you. The opposite actually. I ...um... wanted to show you off...." her voice trailed off.

The boy's head turned in her direction , his left eyebrow raised in confusion.

" what do you mean?"

" babe I don't think you realised, but you were a pretty big deal. Smoking hot bad boy with a mysterious background? You were like....every girl's dream."

Bunch of 15 year old girls with a free wattpad account? Dating a moody bad boy was the vibe of the era! Everyone wanted a Kevin Levin, and Gwen couldn't help but feel a little proud that she had him.

It didn't matter how preppy and mature she was, at the end of the day, she was just a girl.

Kevin was silent. He knew his aura caught the attention of a few girls, it still does no doubt , but he didn't think it was that big of a deal.

" it's not that I didn't genuinely like you though, I did. I really did want to get to know you more and see where it went , but I guess I also wanted to brag to the world that I got the town's most desirable bad boy. I'm sorry, that was pretty shallow of me"

Kevin didn't know how to respond to this. He was flattered that that's how everyone saw him, even though he's had his more than fair share of dysmorphia over the years.

The osmosian looked straight ahead at the dark waves crashing against the shore. The moon was close to the west, indicating it was time for it set soon; and the sun would rise, illuminating the rest of the stars into oblivion.

" So you paraded me around like a trophy at the carnival? " his expression was stoic.

" like please help me understand why you'd do something like that"

Gwen gulped.

Oh no. Maybe I should've kept this one to myself.

" like... I said Kevin , you were good looking"

Her voice was small now. She didn't want to upset him anymore than she already had.

Stupid stupid stupid.

" you did it because I was just another good looking dude ?"

" just anoth-, kev you were outright gorgeous okay?! And really cool. and funny and smart and like, the whole package really. Not to ment.." She stopped mid sentence, noticing the little smirk on his face.

Oh.

" eff you levin "she yelled as she pulled away, playfully slapping his upper arm while Kevin rolled back in laughter.

" hahaha you should've seen the look on your face"

Emerald eyes glared in his direction, secretly holding relief that he wasn't mad at her.

" well don't stop now, tell me more about how amazing I am"

" shut up"

She laid down on the cool blanket beside him, her hands intertwining with his.

He turned to her , his other hand softly caressing her cheek as she gently stared into his eyes.

The redhead might've been superficial, but she'd constantly proved time and time again that she loves him for more than what he just looks like.

Maybe if wasn't so insecure back then, he would've noticed the excessive attention that Gwen spoke of, maybe dated around more.

But he knew deep down, no girl could ever come close to his.

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[calaisreno]

Prompt for May 24: Flattery

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[random-xpressions]

Be welcoming at criticisms and reluctant at flattery. If you flip it upside down, then you're closer to self-destruction.

Random Xpressions

#flattery #criticism

[lelair]

Flattery

I finally watched Psycho-Pass Providence in theaters! I want to comment on the ending, hopefully without spoiling, through this quote: "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness." - Oscar Wilde

#anime #psycho pass #psycho pass providence #サイコパス #常守朱 #狡噛慎也 #thoughts and delusions #flattery #fandom #text #writings