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This is the master list for the girl!Jensen 'verse I created. The Losers fandom has kind of sucked me in, and since I am planning on doing more fics set in the same universe, I figured I'd get the organization bit out of the way.

I got the title of the 'verse from Alive With the Glory of Love, which is a song by Say Anything. I saw this vid on youtube, and it immediately became my Cougar/Jensen theme song. I pretty much listen to it on repeat while I write. I may or may not have a problem.

alive with the glory of love:

don't look in the mirror, darling, you don't know who you'll see

press three to dial again, press four to kill them all

burn the house on down just to see the flames

discovery is learning things that you don't know that you want to know

a kiss to the cheek and a punch the gut

kindly stop standing on your head and sit like a lady

the thing about you and me

dreams are reality filtered by nonsense and spooned by the impossible

a list for your rainy days and lonely nights

sugar doesn't solve problems, dear, you just wish it did

(Psst - I would die for a fic header. Or some fanart. Or some icons. Or something. Not to be demanding or anything. Just a thought. Um.)

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Current Music: Say anything - Alive With The Glory Of Love

Title: press three to dial again, press four to kill them all
Author:

snowdarkred
Word Count: ~1.2K
Pairings: always-a-girl!Jensen/Cougar, some implied onesided Roque/Clay
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, implied nastiness dealing with being a woman in the military, attempted nastiness, and swearing.
Author's Note: Movie!verse. The companion story to don't look in the mirror, darling, you don't know who you'll see. Cougar's POV. There's some overlap between the stories, but you don't have to read one to read the other. This one also goes over movie events a bit.

Summary: Jocelyn "Jake" Jensen can take care of herself. But the point is that as long as Cougar is around, she shouldn't have to.

press three to dial again, press four to kill them all

( The first tech on the Losers' team had been a horrible tech but an okay soldier. The second had been an awful soldier but a good tech. The third one was just right. )

Master Post for girl!Jensen 'verse

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Title: Baby Girl, Gonna Take Your Whole World
Author:

snowdarkred
Word Count: ~880
Pairings: None/Gen Maybe a tiny hint at Cougar/Jensen, just because.
Rating/Warnings: R. Torture (but nothing too graphic, just disturbing), our boys doing nasty things, hypothetical character death.
Author's Note: This turned out slightly darker than I'd imagined. Um. But I'd wanted to do something with Aisha, since I hadn't really focused on her yet, and this happened. And I still managed to make it somewhat about Jensen. Damn. Title from Eagles of Death Metal, Don't Speak (I Came to Make a Bang). AKA, the song you hear in the trailer.

Summery: Aisha didn't kill Jensen when she had the chance because she didn't want to die. And because the world wouldn't be able to handle what the Losers would become if one of theirs was killed.

Baby Girl, Gonna Take Your Whole World

( Aisha shot Jensen in the arm because it was logical. )

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Title: don't look in the mirror, darling, you don't know who you'll see
Author:

snowdarkred
Word Count: ~1K
Pairings: girl!Jensen/Cougar
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, implied nastiness dealing with being a woman in the military, attempted nastiness, and swearing.
Author's Note: Pre-movie!verse. This also wasn't what I set down to write, but girl!Jensen is just too tempting. She's a little more fucked up than I anticipated, but I think that makes sense. Also, Cougar is love. :D I heart his crazy sniper ass.

Summary: Jocelyn "Jake" Jensen is a badass chick. She's just a little messed up in the head, but that's nothing that isn't expected. It's okay, though, 'cause Cougar's got her back.

don't look in the mirror, darling, you don't know who you'll see

( Jocelyn "Jake" Jensen joined the military because she didn't have anything else to do. )

Master Post for girl!Jensen 'verse

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Current Location: the couch

Title: Living Just to Find Emotion
Author:

snowdarkred
Word Count: ~1.9K
Pairings: None/Gen
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, implied child abuse, non-graphic slaughter, other implied nastiness, swearing.
Author's Note: Pre-movie!verse. This wasn't what I set down to write (actually, I sat down to write some Kirk/McCoy, but obviously that didn't happen) but I like it. It's a quick look at what might have shaped the gang into who they are now. Title taken from Don't Stop Believing, because that will never get old. :D

Summary: You don't get to be in a unit like the Losers without a lot of baggage and the special brand of crazy that comes with it.

Living Just to Find Emotion

( When Clay first read Corporal Jake Jensen's file, he knew instantly that at least half of it had to be fake. )

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Title: The History and Future
Author:

snowdarkred
Word Count: ~1.1K
Pairings: Steve/Tony pre-slashy
Rating/Warnings: G, none, except for possibly horrible present tense
Author's Note: A bizarre derivative of the first Iron Man movie with some added Avengers – it's like adding sugar to tea! Or peanut butter to chocolate! It's just too tempting!

Summary: Steve and Tony are getting to know one another after Steve moves into Tony's Malibu mansion. There are (minor) explosions.

The History and Future

( Steve doesn't think that he will ever understand this strange new era. )

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Current Location: the couch

Title: (it's better off not knowing)
Author:

snowdarkred
Word Count: ~350
Pairings: implied Tony/Steve or Steve/Tony or whatever order you're supposed to put this in
Rating/Warnings: ~PG, angsty, post-Civil War and all the shit that entails
Author's Note: I don't even know. Avengers fic. Yeah. Um. Angsty Avengers fic. Barely coherent Avengers fic. I need to stop doing random 'and then so-and-so starts to go slightly crazy from trauma and living too much inside their own head' fics. ~~Also, not crossposted anywhere because I took a look at the rules on the comm and ran away like a little girl.~~ Crossposted due to

anruiukimi's encouragement. Ahem. Because I'm not shameless at all.

Summery: Tony is broken. He wants Steve to stop trying to fix him, because Steve is dead, and Tony shouldn't be seeing him anyway.

(it's better off not knowing)

( Tony closes his eyes and tries to block out the uniform white of the walls. )

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Title: Eggs and Bread
Author:

snowdarkred
Word Count: ~1.1K
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin, a hint at Morgana/Gwen
Rating/Warnings: G, obscene amounts of fluff
Author's Note: This is my second Merlin (BBC) fic. My friend Melate suggested I write more angsty legend-twisting. I didn't. Instead I write 1K of pure fluff so sweet it'll give you a toothache.

Summary: Modern!AU. Fluff. Merlin makes Arthur breakfast.

Eggs and Bread

( Merlin wakes up when sunlight peeks through the curtains. )

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Current Location: bed

Title: I Came Into This World With Both Eyes Open
Author:

snowdarkred
Word Count: ~1.5K
Rating/Warnings: PG, vague violence
Author's Note: This is my first Merlin (BBC) fic. And I wrote a Merlin's powers are discovered!fic. Also, I stretched the Arthurian mythos to its limit in this. But, my birth name is Avalon, so I think I get a free pass.

Summary: Merlin's secret is discovered in a typical, dramatic Camelot fashion. And then Uther tries to kill him.

I Came Into This World with Both Eyes Open

( Merlin closes his eyes. )

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Current Location: bed

Title: An Assortment of Emotions
Author:

snowdarkred
Word Count: ~200
Paring: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: Ranging from PG to PG-13ish.
Author's Note: Just something I saw somewhere and thought I'd try. Genres include: Angst, AU, Crack, Crossover, First Time, Fluff, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, and UST.

Summary: Star Trek XI. Ten genres in 20 words each. Kirk/McCoy.

An Assortment of Emotions

( Read more... )

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( Part Three of Three )

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( Part Two of Three )

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( Part One of Three )

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Title: Lost Boy (the stars breathe in the empty spaces)
Author:

snowdarkred
Word Count: ~11+ K
Paring: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto, Chris Pine/Others
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: highlight to read | past rape of a minor, depression, prostitution. also, semi-experimental prose style. also some underage alcohol abuse and smoking (cigarettes) |

Author's Note: This story is written from a limited third-person perspective, from the point of view of Chris Pine. Chris does not refer to himself by name in the prose, though other characters do call him by it when they are speaking to him. Chris is a very fucked up young man who has a lot of problems. This story is a journey, one that takes us from Chris's childhood to his awakening. It is written out of order, with parts that (hopefully) slot together to form a coherent whole. I've been working on this monster for almost nine months. It's my baby, one that I am almost hesitant to share due to how high my emotions were during the process. I poured everything into this fic, and I hope you enjoy it half as much as I do. See this post for further commentary.

Summary: Semi-AU. Chris Pine is broken and has been for a while. But the fragments of his life are slowly coming together, and Chris begins to slowly put his life in order. All his has to do is keep reaching up for the stars and learn to trust again.

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
-- Oscar Wilde, “Lady Windermere's Fan”

Lost Boy (the stars breathe in the empty spaces)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Author's Note

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Current Location: bed

Title: With the Memory of an Elephant
Author:

snowdarkred
Rating/Warnings/Spoilers: PG, extreme bullying, stream of consciousness, spoilers for Elephant's Memory.
Words: ~1K

Author's Note and Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, obviously. Writing kid!Spencer was fun, if a little harder than I imagined. I hope that I did alright. Tell me what you think! :D

Summary: This is what Spencer Reid remembers: Jeering peers, harsh hands, humiliation, cold metal, and the complete absence of stars.

With the Memory of an Elephant

( Spencer Reid is scared. )

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Current Location: bed
Current Music: One Republic: Everybody Loves Me

I wrote a fashion mag!AU for Criminal Minds. Yes, I turned one of the bloodiest, creepiest shows and turned it into a freakin' fashion magazine. I have no shame, and certainly no regrets. Cheers!

Title: A Stitch Away From Making It
Author:

snowdarkred
Rating/Warnings: PG, minor swearing, fashion
Words: ~5K
Summary: The BAU team. Working at a fashion magazine. Saving the day and looking fabulous while doing it.
Author's Note and Disclaimer: What I know about the fashion industry could fit inside a silver thimble. What I don't know about the fashion industry could fill oceans. The information used in this fic has been gleaned from The Devil Wears Prada, Project Runway, and Bluefly.com, as well as my brief year working at a nonprofit newspaper. I don't really keep up with what's 'in' at the moment, and I don't usually care. This was just a gift to myself for getting my life back on track. The title is, yes, from a Fall Out Boy song. Also, this is my first CM fic.

A Stitch Away From Making It

( Reid and Garcia save the day, Morgan looks at dresses, Elle is exasperated, Prentiss is wise, Hotch is Hotch, JJ is hungry, and Rossi is late. )

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Title: There's No Such Thing as Unicorns
Pairings: none/gen
Rating/Warnings: PG-13/T, blasphemy, swearing, at least one Wincest joke.
Author's Note: This is the first humorous thing I've finished in ages. I wrote this mainly for myself and a bit for my friend MeMe, who is the only other RL SPN fan I know who also reads fic. I had a kick writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it.

Summery: Humor/Angst: Creation. Gabriel. Abel and Cain, Sam and Dean. Lucy. Pop is the Devil's music. Wee!Chesters. Abomination. Vacation. 666 bottles of alcohol. Hell is a four letter word. Heaven is too. Ice cream. Life. Death. God. Apocalypse. Sam. Dean.

Once upon a time, in a space-time continuum long ago but not quite far away, God got a little bored and created the Universe.

I am so tired that I am seeing double. I didn't sleep last night, and I think I just failed a test. No, I'm sure I just failed a test, because I couldn't remember the material at all. So, yeah, fuck. Here's some fic.

Title: Vetis (is my tempter)
Author:

snowdarkred
Word Count: 2,400
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean, a demon
Rating/Warnings: PG-13/R
Spoilers: Up to season 4, maybe a little of five
Warnings: Violence, blood, some swearing, and a tiny hint at past non-con
Author's Note: This is fucked up, and I'm not sure that it makes since. I had fun though, which is what counts. I wanted to do a story where Sam spent time in Hell, but he lied to Dean about it, and then Vetis (one of my fav old school demons) shows up. Once again, x-posted no where, nada, none.

Summery: No angel had gripped him tight and raised him from perdition. Demons had thrown him out, laughing all the way.

Vetis (is my tempter)

( Sam doesn't remember being dead. That's what he told Dean, and to his credit, at the time it was true. )

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Current Music: Flogging Molly - Devil's Dance Floor

Title: Makes You Wanna Believe
Author: snowdarkred
Word Count: 663
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Jess
Rating/Warnings: G, none
Spoilers: None, unless you were wondering who that Jess chick was.
Author's Note: I'm probably not going to really get involved in the main fandom for this series (it's rather intimidating) but I can't stop myself from writing things. Also, I've always been fascinated by Jess and Sam's time at Stanford. So I wrote a snippet. X-posted no where. This story really doesn't have a point.

Summery: Stanford era. He watches her, but then, she watches him. They meet in McGael's English class, but that part's not important. None of it is.

Makes You Wanna Believe

( He doesn't understand why she comes to class. She never takes any notes. )

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Current Location: the couch

Title: Winter Silence
Author:

snowdarkred
Rating: G
Word Count: ~ 1,000
Characters/Pairings: Chis/Zach
Prompt: Carols (for the 'A Very Pinto Christmas Challenge)
Discount: Slavery is illegal (and also immoral), and I don't know them, so I'm obviously just making shit up. ♥
Auhors note: I'm probably not going to make it to twelve, if only because I'm working on multiple fics for this and other fandoms. But, this bit me, and here I am. :D

Summery: Winter. Holidays. Piano. Old books. Chris. Zach. Singing. Silence.

Winter Silence

( Chris hunted around though the closet, positive that the illusive box was there somewhere. )

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