Pilots Bingo: Miniseries & Season 1
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no_takebacksHello shippers! Welcome to Bingo Week at No Takebacks!
THREE RULES PLUS A TWIST
1. Keep it simple: a bingo consists of five 100-word drabbles in a row on the card, across, down, diagonal. No special bingos. ONE BINGO = FIVE DRABBLES.
2. One bingo per comment: each comment must contain FIVE DRABBLES - no more no less. That will be counted as a bingo.
3. Use the Frak Space: you must write an R or NC-17 drabble. (For those uncomfortable with writing those ratings, I'm going to ask that you write a delicious kiss to use the space.)
THE TWIST
You cannot write a drabble for the time period on the card (e.g. if you're working with a miniseries card, none of your drabbles can be set during the mini). Drabbles can be AU. :D
BINGO FORMATTING
At the beginning of each drabble, use the following format: Title (optional), Prompt, Rating, (e.g. launch tube, PG or The Jump, FTL, NC-17). Separate drabbles with *** between each.
PRIZES
The person with the most bingos at the end of each day will win a banner.
SPECIAL PRIZES
Anyone doing a BLACKOUT, aka full card (five comments of five drabbles each = 25 drabbles) will receive a drabble as a reward.
JACKPOT
The person with the most bingos at the end of the week will receive a special prize, to be determined after I cajole, beg, and plead with my flist. ;)
QUESTIONS? Please ask questions as a reply to the first comment.
Enjoy and remember the twist. Bingos that don't follow the rules will be screened.
RULES CLARIFICATIONS: (based on questions)
1. Do not submit single drabbles. You may only submit five drabbles at a time. You have all week, so don't fret! Submit your bingo when you have time.
2. Submit as many bingos as you want! use the same prompts over and over again. Your choice!
3. Each day, I will give you two new cards, but old cards are still active (although you won't receive a banner for most drabbles in a day unless they are posted by midnight of the day of posting). Erm...you'll see!
(In my zest, I also forgot to give a nod to kink_bingo over on Ao3, who gave their kind permission to use the idea, although they reminded me that they did not actually invent bingo! Hee! Much love to them and to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bsg_kink for its recent successful kinky application!)
THREE RULES PLUS A TWIST
1. Keep it simple: a bingo consists of five 100-word drabbles in a row on the card, across, down, diagonal. No special bingos. ONE BINGO = FIVE DRABBLES.
2. One bingo per comment: each comment must contain FIVE DRABBLES - no more no less. That will be counted as a bingo.
3. Use the Frak Space: you must write an R or NC-17 drabble. (For those uncomfortable with writing those ratings, I'm going to ask that you write a delicious kiss to use the space.)
THE TWIST
You cannot write a drabble for the time period on the card (e.g. if you're working with a miniseries card, none of your drabbles can be set during the mini). Drabbles can be AU. :D
BINGO FORMATTING
At the beginning of each drabble, use the following format: Title (optional), Prompt, Rating, (e.g. launch tube, PG or The Jump, FTL, NC-17). Separate drabbles with *** between each.
PRIZES
The person with the most bingos at the end of each day will win a banner.
SPECIAL PRIZES
Anyone doing a BLACKOUT, aka full card (five comments of five drabbles each = 25 drabbles) will receive a drabble as a reward.
JACKPOT
The person with the most bingos at the end of the week will receive a special prize, to be determined after I cajole, beg, and plead with my flist. ;)
QUESTIONS? Please ask questions as a reply to the first comment.
Enjoy and remember the twist. Bingos that don't follow the rules will be screened.
RULES CLARIFICATIONS: (based on questions)
1. Do not submit single drabbles. You may only submit five drabbles at a time. You have all week, so don't fret! Submit your bingo when you have time.
2. Submit as many bingos as you want! use the same prompts over and over again. Your choice!
3. Each day, I will give you two new cards, but old cards are still active (although you won't receive a banner for most drabbles in a day unless they are posted by midnight of the day of posting). Erm...you'll see!
(In my zest, I also forgot to give a nod to kink_bingo over on Ao3, who gave their kind permission to use the idea, although they reminded me that they did not actually invent bingo! Hee! Much love to them and to
bsg_kink for its recent successful kinky application!)
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QUESTIONS?
Date: 2011-07-18 01:27 pm (UTC)Re: QUESTIONS?
Date: 2011-07-18 02:08 pm (UTC)Re: QUESTIONS?
Date: 2011-07-18 02:09 pm (UTC)Re: QUESTIONS?
Date: 2011-07-18 02:26 pm (UTC)Re: QUESTIONS?
Date: 2011-07-18 02:32 pm (UTC)Re: QUESTIONS?
Date: 2011-07-18 02:35 pm (UTC)So for example, one bingo would be five drabbles, one drabble for each prompt, e.g. one drabble each for basic flight, happy pills, handcuffs, reset the clock, thousandth landing. Five drabbles, one comment.
Does that clarify, bb? :)
WHOOOOOOO!
Date: 2011-07-18 02:41 pm (UTC)Re: WHOOOOOOO!
Date: 2011-07-18 02:43 pm (UTC)BIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Re: WHOOOOOOO!
Date: 2011-07-18 02:51 pm (UTC)Re: WHOOOOOOO!
Date: 2011-07-18 02:54 pm (UTC)Re: QUESTIONS?
Date: 2011-07-18 02:56 pm (UTC)BINGO!!
Date: 2011-07-18 03:25 pm (UTC)Lee’s voice was barely more than a whisper, but his words rang loud in the empty bunkroom.
Shit.
A dark knot formed in Kara’s stomach as the words repeated in her head. I didn’t want to make it back. How dare he? Apollo, of all the frakking pilots in the fleet, where did he get off with the death wish? Why the hell did he think he could take the easy way out and leave the rest of them to keep fighting without him?
Frakking bastard.
“Too damn bad.” She gripped his hand. “ ‘Cause I’m not letting that happen.”
***
Coming in hot, PG
“Coming in hot,” Kara shouted. The pilots cleared back as she took a drunken, flying leap over the table. Lee cringed the moment he saw her foot didn’t clear the top and looked away before the clatter and thud of the inevitable crash landing.
Kara laughed a delirious drunken laugh, until she was crying tears of laughter. Lee just shook his head as he crouched down next to her and pulled her arm around his shoulders.
Kara protested as he hauled her to her feet. “The last thing I need is anymore tables getting hurt, Starbuck.”
Or you, he thought.
***
Frak Space, R
Kara’s hands dug into the sweat-soaked skin on Lee’s shoulders as he thrust into her again and again, keeping her pinned back against the ready-room seat. “Yes,” she moaned, dragging her teeth along his neck. “Right there.Ungh, frak. Yes!”
His name spilled from her lips, as she felt the white-hot burst of release rushing through her veins, and he was coming right after her. Three minutes later, the pilots started filtering in for the morning briefing.
Towels clean up nicely, walls don’t talk, and sweaty flightsuits smell like sweaty flightsuits, no matter how they got sweaty in the first place.
***
This Seems Familiar, PG-13
Hidden away behind the raptor hatch, they hid their dirty secrets. Like behind closet doors, in cars in parking lots, or bathrooms in bars. It’s not their fault, it’s fate or some force that prevents Kara Thrace and Lee Adama from keeping their hands off each other.
Maybe, it’s just plain insanity.
But they kiss and grope, but not shamelessly. Without shame, there’d be no reason to hide it. From Dee, from Sam, from Zak.
No, not Zak. Not this time. Not anymore.
The raptor hatch closes and the secret is safe. They’re good at this. They’ve done it before.
***
Colonial One, PG-13
“So this is the President’s quarters?” Kara drawls, from the doorway. Lee didn’t expect her to visit, but he’s glad to see her. He’s always glad to see her, never once takes it for granted. “I dunno, thought they’d be… swankier.”
“What were you expecting?” he asks, loosening his tie.
Kara steps past the curtain, unclipping her belt. “I dunno. Big portrait of your big head on the wall or something.”
“Yeah, they’re working on that.” He grins, grabs her wrist and pulls her in.
“Or a bigger bed.”
“This one works just fine.” He says, pushing her onto it.
Re: BINGO!!
Date: 2011-07-18 03:30 pm (UTC)Congratulations on our first BINGO! BRAVO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Re: BINGO!!
Date: 2011-07-18 03:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 04:46 pm (UTC)Lying beside her that night, his mind was awash in the information he’d received in his meeting with the president.
“What’s wrong?” She whispered.
“The fleet’s number are getting smaller by the day. By the time we find Earth, we might now even have enough of us left for it to matter.”
She snorted. “Well, I guess they better start having babies then.”
“They?” He prodded, pulling her against him.
“Don’t you dare.”
He cupped her face softly. “What?”
“That’s not our future, Lee. That’s for the ones who will be here when the dust settles.
“I guess so.” He agreed, wishing like hell he didn’t.
******************
Artemis & Apollo, PG-13
He wondered aloud as they walked among the plains, “Do you think that one day, we’ll be like the Gods are to us to the rest of the world?”
“What, like Artemis and Apollo?” Reaching out to link their hands, she pulled him to her side.
“Maybe.”
“Artemis and Apollo were siblings.” Turning to him, she leaned her hips wickedly into his. “And don’t be blasphemous. We aren’t Gods.”
“Yeah, but maybe the Gods weren’t Gods either. Just the us’s that came before us.”
“Whatever, Apollo.” She laughed, pulling him along. “Bring that God-like body of yours down to the river and help me carry back the water.”
******************
FRAK SPACE, R
“Hurry.”
They didn’t have long before reality would come knocking. The storage rooms on Pegasus weren’t nearly as deserted as aboard Galactica.
“I know.” He groaned as he pistoned roughly into her. Her moans echoed loudly against the metal hull as she neared orgasm. She crested the waves of blinding pleasure caused by his deep thrust and she collapsed against him.
She urged him on as well as her limp form could manage as he began the lose his rhythm in his own pleasure.
"They'll transfer one of us back if they find out."
He nodded as he held her cooling body. "We'll be careful."
******************
Photograph, PG
“Why do you keep that?” He asked her. His own face smiling back at him from her locker door.
She froze, surprised at his directness. “I don’t know. Does it bother you that I do?”
He shrugged. “People are starting to wonder. I’ve heard a couple rumors.”
Turning to face him, she sighed. “Stop listening then. It’s my photograph. I’m keeping it.”
“No one said you couldn’t, Kara. I was just asking.”
Turning to close the locker, she bit out her response. “I need it. It reminds me. What I have. What I can’t. And why.”
Reaching out he squeezed her sagging shoulders. “OK.”
******************
Cigar, PG-13
"You got one of those for a guy like me?”
From her seat, she eyed him coolly. “I don’t give em out to just anyone.”
Stepping closer, he leaned down to pluck the cigar from her lips before taking a deep pull and slipping it back into place, leaving his taste on the paper.
“I’m not just anyone.”
She quirked an eyebrow at him challengingly. “You know where I keep my spare. You want it? Take it.”
Grinning, he pulled her to her feet and slid his hands into her sweats searching downward for the case he knew was always tied around her thigh.
******************
no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 04:48 pm (UTC)And I love the last one. I bet she keeps her spares there. Yum!
no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 05:03 pm (UTC)Bingoooo
Date: 2011-07-18 05:37 pm (UTC)As soon as his helmet was off Lee was shouting at Kara, demanding to know what she was thinking, reminding her that the ammo from the Ragnar Anchorage was it until on board facilities were in place.
Kara scowled and demanded to know if she should just throw rocks at the raiders instead in the hope they'd get the message.
Lee looked suddenly tired.
150 times they'd been through the 33 minute cycle. 26 minutes until the next. Arguing would accomplish nothing.
Lee abruptly gave it up and turned away, hoping a brief shower would wake him up enough to make it through 151.
Ceremony (G)
It was a quiet ceremony. So quiet, in fact, that besides the happy couple and the priest, only the two required witnesses knew that anything had happened.
Kara and Lee didn't want or even need anyone else to know, because that would complicate things and they'd already had too many complications.
Everything that had happened since they had last seen each other, the mutiny and Caprica, had made clear to them how they really felt and prompted the show of commitment.
In saying the words both knew it was more than just a show.
It was the beginning of the rest of their lives.
They better start having babies (PG)
Starting to have babies, as the President mandated, had seemed like a better idea when it'd been an abstract idea, something to work towards requiring lots of practice.
As another wave of pain rippled through Kara, she was starting believe that actually the President had been the originator of a pretty terrible idea, and she was seriously regretting not insisting Lee use protection in the aftermath of the destruction of the Cylon refinery.
The ecstasy of the moment had made thoughts of slowing down or stopping unimportant.
With the arrival of their daughter all doubts suddenly vanished.
It was a good plan after all.
Gift shop (G)
Lee looked around the silent museum.
While the problem of the landing-bay-that-was-really-a-museum and the gift-shop-that-had-once-been-launch-tubes should eventually be tackled it was a useful place be alone and after the Carrier he needed to think.
A noise made Lee tense.
He'd been careful to check he wasn't being followed.
Another noise. This time it was clearly someone laughing at him. The possessor of the voice stepped out from behind the model of the Base Star and explained why Lee'd not seen his follower. Kara wiggled a bottle of ambrosia at him and he smiled.
She always seemed to know what he needed before even he did.
Colonial One (NC-17)
Now Colonial One was almost permanently docked on Galactica, sneaking in wasn't exactly difficult. It was deserted now, the President and her staff worked aboard Galactica close to the medical facilities.
It was just as well because no-one would look at Roslin's office in the same way again if they had seen the floor covered in discarded clothing, or Kara pinned to the smooth surface of her desk, heard her moaning Lee's name as an orgasm rippled through her body making her muscles tense, in turn causing Lee to cry out as he, too, climaxed.
Lee and Kara would always know though.
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Date: 2011-07-18 06:22 pm (UTC)I tried to think where else they could be hidden, but that definitely seemed like the best. :)
no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 06:25 pm (UTC)Re: BINGO!!
Date: 2011-07-18 06:28 pm (UTC)Re: Bingoooo
Date: 2011-07-18 07:10 pm (UTC)Thanks the gods that there is infinite birth control in most fanfic! Hee! Because you know this is always true!
Nice work!
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Date: 2011-07-18 08:22 pm (UTC)Kara frowns as she enters the control room, then sees why the launch tube lights are on. “Why, Lee Adama!” she purrs over the intercom.
He struggles upright in the tube, glancing past her through the window. “Is anyone else there?”
“Nope.” She grins. “What the hell happened?”
He shakes his head. “Got sick of losing at Never-Have-I-Ever. Then someone took my clothes.”
Kara laughs while Lee glares. “I can’t believe I missed it,” she finally manages.
“Yeah, me neither.” He smiles. “Feel like letting me out?”
Kara quiets, drags her eyes over his body. “What’s in it for me?”
***
I Thought You Were Dead, PG
“Kara.”
As Lee approaches her, she turns away, hiding her face, her guilt, her shame.
“Hey!” He takes her arm, turns her to face him. “Look.” His thumb strokes the inside of her elbow. “You don’t have to be alone with this. It’s okay to be sad.”
She shakes her head, leaning into him slightly. “It’s not that.” She swallows against the truth. “Yesterday, when they told me an Adama had been killed in a Viper crash...” Kara closes her eyes. “I thought it was you. And I was...relieved...when it was him.”
Lee nods, equally devastated. “Me, too.”
***
Colonel Tigh, PG-13
Lee walks into the rec room just in time to see Kara step away from a cluster of pilots who are busily putting something away.
“Hey, Lee!” she says brightly.
His eyes narrow. “What’s going on?”
The other pilots scatter. Kara smirks as she watches them go.
“Kara?”
“They were betting on how long it takes the President and your dad to frak,” she says matter-of-factly, grinning when Lee flinches at the image.
“Great,” he muttered. “What’d you bet?”
She shrugs. “I didn’t.”
“Really?” He’s wary.
“Nope.” Kara leans in, and Lee braces himself. “My money’s on him and Tigh.”
***
Coming In Hot, PG-13
“Lately a lot of you have been coming in hot,” Lee sternly tells the assembled nuggets. “And too fast can be dangerous. You want to slide in at the just right speed, keeping complete control.”
Kara interrupts. “Unless circumstances call for just slamming in full speed ahead. Sometimes fast is good.”
“Dismissed,” Lee orders. The nuggets hurry out. He turns to Kara. “Was that really necessary?”
She steps into his space. “There’s such a thing as too much control, Lee.”
“Not when you’re flying.”
Kara pauses an inch from him, her breath fluttering over his lips. “Who’s talking about flying?”
***
Ceremony, PG (AU)
Kara squeezes his hand hard, and Lee can feel the giggles she’s trying to suppress.
“That’s the best news I’ve heard all day!” his father is saying, his voice slurred and his eyes glowing. The scent of smoke lingers on his clothes. “When did this happen?”
Lee clears his throat. “Kara just proposed this morning.”
She nods, smiling. “We were hoping you’d perform the ceremony.”
“Sure, sure,” Adama nods his head eagerly, too many times, then turns, waving both arms at once. “Laura! Lee and Kara are getting married!”
Lee laughs, pulling Kara into his arms. He’s never been happier.