I am very committed to doing the word prompts for @acorns-and-oakleaves Year of Bagginshield, located here. I adore word prompts with all of my ever-betting heart, and all 12 of the ones on this list are stunning.

So, I present a drabble for the January word prompt: "Tell me what you saw." {This has spicy undertones but is not explicit}

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“Just tell me what you saw!” Fili shook his brother by the shoulders, growing more and more impatient. 

“I don’t know! I don’t know! Or I don't want to know? Please don’t make me think about it more Fee.” Kili groaned as he put his palms to his eyes. 

“Fine, I’ll take a look myself,” Fili grumbled. He made to walk off before Kili grabbed him by the arm and wouldn't let him move. 

“I’m warning you. I’m really warning you. Don’t.” There was panic in Kili’s tone, and he was getting fed up with it. 

“Just. Tell. Me.” Fili demanded 

I…well…I was going to ask Uncle something, and the door was ajar, so I thought it meant he wasn't busy, and… I saw Uncle and Bilbo and they were making out. I was going to tease them about it and maybe shut the door on them, but then… It stopped being just making out incredibly quickly….” Kili blabbered. Fili turned green. 

“Why didn't you shut the door quicker!” Fili whisper-yelled, now terrified someone would hear him. 

“I tried!” Kili rebutted, “But then I worried uncle would kill me if he heard the door close, and I was paralyzed and… Fee I’m going to be sick.” 

“We’ve bathed in the same river as uncle before. You’re being overdramatic.” Fili rolled his eyes.

“No. I. Am. Not. Bilbo was in his lap Fee. In. His. Lap.” Kili gave him a pointed look that begged him to read between the lines before shaking his head as if it would clear away the image. “Get me to the pub and buy me enough ale to forget my name, I beg you.”     

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“Thorin, did you hear something?” Bilbo’s arms were wrapped around Thorin's neck, facing opposite from the door. His clothing was half on him, half pooled around his middle, as Thorin had control of both of their pleasure.  

“It’s no one, ghivashel. Just someone learning a valuable lesson in knocking.” Thorin replied before making Bilbo forget the statement entirely.

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I didn’t mean to make a part two to this but my hand slipped

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London is blue and so is my lingerie

dont got much to offer for The Holiday but have these sillies!

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she finally did it

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OK this question has been bugging me all morning so y'all please let me know

bc ours did nd I never thought much of it as a kid but know I'm thinking about it and it feels kinda gross? so pls tell me if this experience was universal or not it will haunt me forever otherwise

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Me: so the thing is that beginner's ballet classes are usually for ages 6-7, and the older you get the more expensive it is. by the time you reach high school usually the only people remaining are the ones who intend to go into ballet as a career. so in verse 2 of avril lavigne's sk8r boi, when you fast forward to 5 years later and the ballet girl is at home alone with a baby, implied to be a single parent, there's not only the intended subtext that she's a single mom who had an unexpected pregnancy where the dad skipped out on her, but also the implication that it ruined her career, since show business in general and ballet specifically is so fast paced that most ballerinas can't afford to take time off to have children without sacrificing their career growth. in fact post-quarantine there was a really interesting article about how many ballerinas used that time to have children that their otherwise demanding schedule wouldn't have allowed them-- You, hitting me with a broom: how the hell did you get in my house