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Praise Kink

In which Harry is incredibly nervous and y/n knows just how to calm him down.

A/N: WELL I did it. Barely.  I managed to get this finished before Harry’s single dropped so that I’ll be able to freak out in peace tonight.  I hope you enjoy because this is… kinda filthy.  LOVE YA BUY SIGN OF THE TIMES ON ITUNES!

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You in that dress, my thoughts I confess 
Verge on dirty …

Believe it or not but I haven’t forgotten about the prompts, I’m just messy and slow with doing them!! But here’s one from @fangirlinghufflepuff: James and Lily’s wedding! It’s actually been in my drafts for ages and I couldn’t bring myself to finish it, perhaps because weddings as such aren’t my thing at all … but hey, love me some marauders anytime and I hope you like it!

Come On Eileen
Dexys Midnight Runners
Come On Eileen

Poor old Johnny Ray 
Sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried and sang along 
And who’d blame them?
Now you’re grown, so grown
Now I must say more than ever 

Go, toora loora toora loo-rye-aye 
And we can sing just like our fathers

Come on, Eileen
I swear (well, he means)
At this moment you mean everything
With you in that dress 
My thoughts, I confess, verge on dirty 
Ah, come on, Eileen

These people around here wear beaten-down eyes 
Sunk in smoke-dried faces 
They’re so resigned to what their fate is
But not us, no, not us 
We are far too young and clever

Remember, toora loora toora loo-rye-aye 
Eileen, I’ll hum this tune forever 

Come on, Eileen
I swear (well, he means) 
Ah, come on, let’s take off everything
That pretty red dress 
Eileen (tell him yes) 
Ah, come on, let’s, ah, come on, Eileen, please

So I just got heckled by some lad in a stupidly suped-up parked audi with crappy Ibiza trance music blearing…dude if that is your mating call, I’m afraid I’m not going to swoon at your feet. Then, mintues later another lad about the same age as the first (and me) actually crossed over from his side of the pavement that we were both walking on, to walk on the grass verge so I could pass him, even though I was on the side of the verge and had moved closer to walk on it, as I was perfectly happy to walk on the verge- the pavement being too narrow due overgrown hedges for you to pass each other on it- and he smiled at me as I thanked him. I’m just amused how it was just like two opposing examples from the scale of men. One a perfect gentleman that wouldn’t dream of letting a lady walk on the verge and getting her sandals dirty, and the other complete a tosser who thinks i’ll stroke his glowstick for the price of a wolfwhistle

Come On Irene
Sherly's Midnight Deductions
Come On Irene

So, I was listening to this song and there’s always a misconception that it’s Irene, not Eileen, so I decided to go with it and switched around the lyrics in honor of Adlock…The bits in brackets are the back-up singers. The rest is in Sherlock’s point of view. Enjoy!)

(Come on, Irene!)

(Come on, Irene!)

Poor old John Watson!

Sounded sad upon his telephone

But he’s lost his dear man, oh!

And Hudders cried. Ship’s blown,

Who’d blame her?

I’ve grown, Found my own

Now I’m thinking more than ever:

(Come on, Irene!)

“Toora loora toora loo-rye-aye!

Can you look any more hotter?”

Come on, Irene!

Take off that dress, (Oh, Irene!)

At this moment, (you mean) you mean everything!

Though John may distress.

Ooh oh, my thoughts I confess, verge on dirty

Ah, come on, Irene!

(Come on, Irene!)

These people ‘round here, have inferior brains

N’ love-sick faces,

Resigned to what their fate is.

But no! Not us. (No, never) No, not us! (No, never)

We are far too quick and clever!

(Remember), toora loora toora loo-rye-aye

In my mind palace forever!

Come on, Irene!

Take off that dress, (Oh, Irene!)

Ah, come on, mention it! Take off everything!

I’ll beg for you twice,

Irene, tell me yes!

Ah, come on, mention it. Ah, come on, Irene!

Take off that dress,

Though John may distress.

Ah, come on, mention it! Ah come on, Irene!

(Come on, Irene, too-loo-rye-aye

Come on, Irene, too-loo-rye-aye, toora-toora-too-loora)

Now it is known, that my mind’s been blown, oh, Irene!

(Come on, Irene, too-loo-rye-aye

Come on, Irene, too-loo-rye-aye, toora-toora-too-loora)

Cheekbones (Said, come on, Irene, these things they are real)

I’ll atone (And I know how you feel)

Now I must say more than ever:

Things ‘round here will change.

(Come on, Irene, too-loo-rye-aye

Come on, Irene, too-loo-rye-aye, toora-toora-too-loora)

I said toora-loora-toora-loo-rye-aye!

(Come on, Irene, too-loo-rye-aye

Come on, Irene, too-loo-rye-aye, toora-toora-too-loora)

Come on, Irene!

Take off that dress, (Oh, Irene!)

At this moment, (you mean) you mean everything!

Though John may distress.

Ooh oh, my thoughts I confess, verge on dirty.

Ah, come on, Irene!

Come on, Irene!

Take off that dress, (Oh, Irene!)

At this moment, (you mean) you mean everything!

Though John may distress.

Ooh oh, my thoughts I confess,

Well, they’re dirty…

Ah, come on, Irene!

Come on, Irene, whoa-oh-oh (What a scene)

Oh-ho-ho-ho (everything)

Ah come on, Ah come on!