#cougar alvarez

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #13

xxx multiple whumpees

Jensen's lungs are burning. Muscles he didn't even know he had are aching, and he's pretty sure he's never sweat so much in his life. Every part of his body is begging for a break, just a few minutes of rest and then he can keep going. But he knows that if he stops, if he puts down Clay for even a second, there's no way he'll be able to continue. And then Clay will die out here. So he presses onward.

He has no idea how much time has passed, or how many miles. Somewhere along the way, he lost track of everything except placing one foot in front of the other. He's still so focused on maintaining his forward momentum that he doesn't even feel relief when base camp come into view, just keeps moving.

"Holy shit." A soldier sitting outside the nearest tent stands as Jensen approaches.

"He needs help," Jensen grunts. The soldier shouts for a medic, and a second later there's a flurry of activity as people swarm Jensen.

"You alright, soldier?" someone asks as they take Clay from off his back and get him onto a stretcher.

"I'm fine," Jensen says breathlessly. "Just take care of him."

He watches as they whisk Clay away. The exhaustion hits a second later, and he's on his ass in the dust before he even knows he's moving.

"Jensen!" Pooch bursts from one of the tents, Cougar on his heels. "Hey, you good?"

Jensen just nods.

"Drink," Cougar commands, pushing a canteen into Jensen's hands. Jensen takes it gratefully, gulping down water, not caring when some of it spills down his chin. He's pretty sure he's never tasted anything as wonderful as this in his whole life.

"We thought you guys were dead." Pooch's voice is shaky. "How'd you make it back?"

Jensen takes another drink of water before answering. "Walked."

Cougar lets out a low whistle as Pooch gawks.

"You carried the colonel all the way here?"

Jensen nods again. "How're you guys? Roque?"

"Cougs and I are good. Cougar got a few stitches. Roque's concussed, he's sleeping right now but he'll be fine...You should probably get checked out, too."

Jensen shakes his head. "Naw, I'm fine, Pooch." He holds his hands up, and even lifting his arms makes them ache. "Help me up."

Cougar and Pooch each take one of Jensen's arms and they pull him to his feet. Every muscle in his body screams in complaint, and he grits his teeth against the pain. The guys don't let go once Jensen is upright, which is nice because he's pretty sure that without their help he would just lay down and sleep right here.

"You sure you're good, J?" Pooch asks.

"Pooch, lay off. I just need some sleep."

Now that Clay is in the hands of the medics, it's harder to get his body to obey him and his footsteps are clumsy as they make their way to Jensen's bunk. When they get to his cot, he collapses onto it with a long sigh. The mattress is thin and the tent is hot and stuffy, but Jensen couldn't really give a shit.

"We'll let you know once there's an update on Clay," Pooch says.

Jensen is already asleep.

xxx

"Jensen?"

Somewhere in the hazy space between asleep and not, Jensen is distantly aware of someone touching him, of a hand gripping his shoulder and giving it a shake. He starts moving toward consciousness and regrets it almost immediately. He feels like he's on fire; he's too hot and every muscle in his body burns. A hand pushes his hair back, then lays flat against his forehead. The skin is blessedly cool and Jensen almost whines when it withdraws.

"Jensen, porfa. Open your eyes, parcero."

He does, because it's Cougar asking. The sniper is staring at him with wide eyes, his eyebrows pinched and his lips pursed with worry.

"Cougs," he says. The name scrapes against his throat. "What...what's goin' on?"

He closes his eyes again and a second later, he feels himself being lifted off the cot, slung over Cougar's shoulders, just like Jensen had done with Clay.

"I have you, Jensen," Cougar says. He sounds far-off again. Consciousness is slipping away from Jensen and he can't hold onto it. Cougar's voice is the last thing he hears before the black overtakes him.

"I have you."

xxx

Jensen wakes up in a room that's far too quiet and air conditioned to be a field hospital. If he was transferred here, that means he must've been in pretty bad shape. Which doesn't make sense, because he wasn't injured in the ambush. He feels like he was, a dull ache throbbing through his whole body.

"Hey, soldier."

Jensen turns, a little confused when he sees Clay sitting up in the bed next to him. There's a bandage wrapped around his head and his arm is in a sling, but he smiles when Jensen looks over at him.

"Colonel! You're okay?"

"A little banged up, but yeah, I'm okay."

Jensen shifts a little, then hisses as the movement tugs at an IV in the back of his hand. He frowns down at it, is about to poke it when Clay makes a disapproving noise.

"Leave it alone."

Jensen scowls, but does as he's told. He looks back over at Clay.

"Why am I here?" He vaguely remembers going to sleep after making it back to base, but everything after that is a blur.

"Cougar went to tell you that I was gonna be moved here, and you're damn lucky he did. You were in the early stages of kidney failure when he found you."

Jensen feels the blood drain from his face. "I – what?"

"Yeah, it was...what did the doctor call it? Rhabdo-something."

"Rhabdomyolysis?" Jensen's voice is a little strained when he said it; if there was any color still in his cheeks he's sure it's gone now.

"Yeah, that's it. How'd you know that?"

"My sister was in nursing school when I went into Basic. She wrote me at least three letters reminding me to stay hydrated because apparently she'd heard some statistic that people in boot camp are more likely to get it." He groans, leaning his head back against the pillows. "She's gonna kill me when she finds out."

"Yeah, that's if you survive Pooch and Cougar," Clay says, smirking a little.

Jensen winces. "I maybe should've listened to Pooch."

"Yeah, you think? You scared the hell out of 'em."

Jensen squirms a little as an image of a panicked-looking Cougar desperately saying his name flashes across his mind. He doesn't know if it's a memory, or if it's just his brain conjuring up images of what may have been. Either way, it makes a feeling of guilt settle in his gut.

"Sorry."

"It's not me you need to apologize to," Clay says. His expression softens a little. "You saved my ass out there, Jensen. Thank you."

Jensen shrugs. "Yeah, well. Someone had to do it."

xxx

[cookiemom6067]

Chapter 1 of @amethystina's "Runaway"

[scuddish]

ÓSCAR JAENADA as CARLOS “COUGAR” ALVAREZ THE LOSERS 2010 | dir. Sylvain White

[cxce15]

NEW CHARACTER OBESSION DROPPPPPP

Drumroll please ladies & gentlemen

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Carlos Alvarez my lovely people aka Cougar from The Losers

Which to my surprise is technically DC

Movies great in my opinion a lot of people only watch for Chris Evans which is valid but come on...

Look at this man

Anyway I would love for my some fanfiction to be created as soon as possible for this man if anyone who writes sees this post.

Thank you for stopping & listening to my Ted talk - goodbye

[buffaluff]

the losers (2010) is the best comic book movie adaptation ever made, i WILL be dying on that hill.

[kiytsunebi]

i've always liked cougar/jensen's dynamic so i don't know why i was surprised i fell in love with ghostsoap

[i-rec-this]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Losers (2010) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Carlos "Cougar" Alvarez/Jake Jensen, Franklin Clay/William Roque Characters: Carlos "Cougar" Alvarez, Jake Jensen, William Roque, Franklin Clay Additional Tags: First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Character of Color, Podfic, Podfic Length: 45-60 Minutes Summary:

Figured that Roque would pass out and make Jensen carry his lazy ass halfway across Afghanistan.

[olderthannetfic]

Reading Comprehension – The Film Version

I was talking to someone a while back about the grammar of film editing and how they'd like to know more, but info isn't really available. This is one of my soapboxes. It floors me how simple a lot of this shit is to explain, yet even top film schools just assign In the Blink of an Eye and call it a day. Walter Murch is a great writer, and he has the film cred to back up his treatise on aesthetics, but can we really not manage at least a couple more books anybody cares about? (No, On Film Editing and that book of interviews with Murch don't... cut it.)

For all that film has supposedly been democratized, Youtube et al. are a wasteland for actual discussions of film grammar. Every Frame a Painting has some stuff. Lindsay Ellis has a couple of videos. But most educational film content is very much aimed at either the technical side of camera and editing or is waaaaay too obsessed with the screenplay. (I await the whiny-ass anons from last time who insist that their favorite youtubers discuss this all the time. Nah, dude. If they did, you'd have been willing to name names.)

It's an approach that's overly literal and overly verbal, which makes sense given that what reading comprehension we're taught is all focused on picking apart some essay or maybe a classic book.

Unfortunately, words aren't what define film: reaction shots are.

Having a command of film grammar matters for everything from detecting political propaganda to recognizing when Hollywood is like "Ohhh, but we gave them liiiines in the scriiipt" but the actual product they put out completely undercuts those characters, whether it's not even filming a single or stuffing them behind other characters in the group shots or being embarrassingly incapable of lighting dark skin properly or a host of other obnoxious shit.

Anyway, I made a couple of my own little attempts to put out some free educational materials about how film grammar works.

Carlos "Cougar" Alvarez: Human Exclamation Point is about how to make a character feel like a lead when they have no lines and like two seconds of screen time.

Aisha is the Object; Clay is the Subject is about how to make someone not a protagonist by training the camera on their butt all the damn time.

IDK why I was suddenly thinking about this this afternoon, but I was.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Undercover - One - Jake

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

"Alight Losers, focus up.”  

Colonel Franklin Clay looked at his exhausted team.  It had been a long, few months, getting back from Bolivia, getting to Max and Roque’s betrayal of the team. They had just received their pardons, visiting the families that thought them dead and were now back together for their final debrief.  

Or so they thought.  

“We got tapped for an undercover ops,” Clay explained.  “It’s going to be a long one but the request is coming from an outside source.”  

���So not your typical ops.” Sgt. Linwood ‘Pooch’ Porteous commented while kicking his feet onto the desk in front.  

“Not this time.  One will be in deep cover at a company where the target works.  The mission is to recon and discovery of the target’s mission.”  

“Who’s asking?” Pooch flipped a pen in the air. Sgt. Carlos ‘Cougar’ Alvarez caught it and put it down shaking his head.  

“Dunno.  Our handler should be coming in…” 

“Right now.”  A tall, dark hair individual came in, suit, no tie, followed by another man.  “Nick Fowler, CIA director of Foreign Affairs.” 

“Clay.  That’s Pooch, Cougar, Aisha and… Jensen!” 

A blonde stood up from the snack table, licorice in his mouth.  He wiped his hands on his jeans and walked over.  “Hi!” 

“Great.  This is Inspector Harry Hart, British Intelligence.”  

“How do you do?” He shook everyone’s hand before clearing his throat.  “We would normally send in our own man but since our target is based in the US, we need an American to blend in.  We need someone who can also blend in seamlessly and get close to the target.”  

“That would be me,” Clay said.  

“Excellent.  And this is our target.”  He flashed a picture.  “John Fitzgerald. He is a former MI6, turned mercenary. He has been keeping low until just a few days ago when we intercepted intelligence that he is a threat to the crown. The King has been informed of the situation but is obviously not involved for his safety and the safety of his family.”  

“Shit,” Clay mumbled. He picked up the photo of the target.  “I know him.  We worked together 20 years ago.  I can’t go in.”  

“Who can?” Fowler asked.  

Clay furrowed his brow. “What company?” 

“It is,” Hart shuffled his papers, “ADR Diagnostics.  A tech company.”  

The Losers all swiveled their heads and looked at Jensen, who looked back with wide eyes. “What?” 

“Jensen can go in,” Clay said.  

Hart stepped forward.  “Name, rank and qualifications?” 

Jensen stood up straighter. “Captain Jake Jensen, masters in computer science and Data Analytics.” Jake started to sweat a little as Fowler and Hart inspected him.  

“Well, he does have the look of an IT guy,” Fowler commented. “What do you think, Inspector?” 

“Captain, you understand that you will essential be a civilian working undercover to find out what is going on with Fitzgerald?  There is not a timetable.  The faster you discover his motives, the faster you are out.”  

“Colonel,” Jake turned to Clay, “I thought we were out?”  

“They haven’t given us our papers yet Jake.  This would be our last mission.” Clay turned to the team. “It’s up to you.”  

“I’m in,” Pooch said.  Cougar tilted his trademark hat. Aisha shrugged.  Clay turned back to Jensen.  “The company is based near your family’s hometown.  You can stay near them and visit like normal since you do have to keep up appearances.”  

Home. Something that Jake had longed for.  His reunion with his parents has been joyful.  Especially since his cousin Savannah and niece Grace had been visiting.  Her husband and two other children had stayed home with the flu, which was a bummer but still.  

“Alright,” Jensen clapped his hands together.  “I’m in.”  

“Excellent. We will get you planted as a manager of an IT group.  You start a week from Monday to allow you time to get settled.  The apartment we have procured for you is in the town center and you should be able to walk to the office,” Hart explained.  

Civilian life.  

Not something he was expecting. But here he was, Captain Jake Jensen, IT guy. He stood in front of ADR Diagnostics and looked up. The weekend had been interesting.  His parents had been thrilled that he was going to be closer to home.   He settled into his loft apartment and set up his reconnaissance equipment to maintain contact with the team.  He was to check in every Friday, under the guise of drinks with old friends.  He had studied his target.  

Fitzgerald was a handsome man, loyal to the crown, until an accident killed his partner, and he went sideways.  He left the service, went underground.  The threat that brought him back into radar was interesting.  Fitzgerald was looking for leverage against the old King of England.  His Majesty, King Harold had just stepped down to his son, Anthony, his only child, in a swirl of worry as Anthony had not had any children of his own.  

Jake found it curious on the line of succession the next person would be Anthony’s cousin, Lewis, to inherit.  From what Jake found online, the people of England despised Lewis for his snotty attitude to the common people and his utter disdain for his uncle and cousin, so much as speaking out against them. What could Fitzgerald be looking for to hold over the old King? He must be connected to Prince Lewis in some way, Jake noted to himself.  

Walking in, he was greeted by his new supervisor. “Jake?” 

“Yeah, Jake Jensen.” He offered his hand.  

“Michael Anderson.  Follow me.”  

Jake internally snorted remembering his break into the last company.  He followed the man to the bank of elevators and went up.  

“So, Jake, you’ll be heading a team of techs checking for security for our clients. Your team is four plus you and you will be reporting to me.  We do a daily report due at the end of the day before you leave. You have to send that to Sam, my assistant.”  

Jake nodded along. “Cool. No problem.”  

Michael looked over Jake. “I know it’s your first day but lose the tie. We’re pretty casual here. Polo and jeans will do.  Fridays can be a t shirt.”  

“Sure.” Jake pulled off his tie and stuffed it into his backpack. Getting off on the 14th floor, Michael directed him to an air where five desks were situated.  “Guys, focus up.” Four heads popped up.  “This is your new team leader Jake Jensen. This is Fred, Dave, Rob and Pete, your team. Make him feel welcome and shit. I’ll check in with you guys later.”  

“Uh, Mr. Anderson?” 

“Mike, please.” 

“Right Mike. Uh computer?” 

“Right.” He pulled a laptop out of his own bag. “Email is set up and will have all your system logins. Sam should have emailed you your report instructions and everything you need. Have any questions, ask your team or send a message to Sam. Otherwise, own your team, Jake.”  

“Thanks.” Mike walked away and Jake turned back to the guys. “Hi.” He awkwardly waved his hand.  

“Sup, boss man, I’m Fred. De facto mouth of the team.  That Dave, Rob and Peter,” pointing to each guy. “Uh I’ll let you set up.”  

“Thanks. Just set up and you guys can tell me where you are.” Jake moved to his new desk and took out a frame. Pictured was his niece Grace with his cousin Savannah. They had lost touch for a few years when his asshole aunt and uncle cut Savvy off. Now she was married and happy and Jake got back in touch with her. A perk of no longer being dead.  

As he set his desk up, he looked up to see a beautiful brunette walk across the floor. Her long dark hair with blonde tip bounced with her curls in a sleek ponytail.  She wore an emerald-green blouse with dark jeans and heels. Jensen couldn’t help but stare. And then she looked up. Cupid lips, soft pink cheeks, cat eyeglasses framing big eyes with lashes. Her smile made Jake swoon. When she looked in his direction he ducked and moved to open his email. “Stupid,” he muttered to himself. No way a girl that gorgeous is single. He concentrated on the task at hand, reading the first email in his new inbox.  

From: Sam Matthews  To: Jake Jensen  Hi!  Below are your logins for the system. I’ve attached a sample excel sheet to use for your daily reports. Any questions, you can email or instant message me.   Welcome to the team Jake!   Sincerely,  Sam Matthews  Assistant to Michael Anderson  

Jake reviewed all the info given and then sat with his team.  But his mind never left the beautiful brunette. I wonder where she works, he thought to himself.  

Closer than you think, Jake.  

The day went smoother than he thought, ADR’s systems sophisticated but simple. He was able to catch up to where his team was at and log in the progress.  He caught glimpses of his dream girl as she walked around the office. Lunch time with the team was easy, the guys were really nice about inviting Jake and keeping him in the conversation.  But it was around three that Jake got his break.  He was headed into the break room for a much needed pick me up in the way of coffee. Making sure that he didn’t get lost, his eyes wandered around the floor before his reflexes caused him to dodge someone.  

“Excuse me, sorry,” he heard and looked to see a flounce of curls walk away.  It was dream girl. He was about to say something when someone else caught his attention.  

“Pardon me, I just… you’re new.” A British accent hit Jake’s ears and he looked to find himself face to face with John Fitzgerald.  

“Yeah, hi. I’m Jake, IT.”  

“John, accounting.  Sorry, did you see a brunette pass by?” 

Jake stared a second too long at Fitzgerald and shook himself back to the present.  “Uh, yeah, she went into the elevator.”  

“Sly minx, she is.  You must know how that is,” Fitzgerald flashed Jake a rouge smile.  Jake swallowed and nodded unsure what to say.  “Well, I’ll see you around Jake.”  

“Likewise.”  

This guy? Jake shook his head as he poured himself a cup.  Dammit. Now I have to be all douchebag around this guy, he thought to himself as he took a sip.  Another voice startled him that he spilled his coffee a bit.  

“Is he gone?” 

Jake turned to see his dream girl in front of him. Her glasses were pushed up into her hair, showing off her big eyes that he now knew were brown with flecks of green and gold in them. She was chewing on her bottom lip, making it fuller.  Jake was memorized.  “Uh, yeah.  I told him that you went up the elevator.”  

“Thank you.  God, he just won’t take no for an answer.”  

Jake was captivated by her voice. It had a slight accent to it but barely noticeable.  “Sorry for my species.” He wrinkled his nose at the comment and went to leave, knowing he had just made a fool of himself.  

But then he heard it: her giggle.  “Thank you for apologizing.  I’m Sam, by the way. Sam Matthews.”  

Holy. Shit.  

His new boss’s assistant is his dream girl.  

And suddenly, being undercover was not so bad.  

NEXT

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[forever1kay]

DC Masterlist

MISC

The misc masterlist will feature characters I don’t plan to write about often. That list will be created eventually, but as of now we’ll just focus on the masterlists below!

-

→ Titans

This list includes characters from the 2018 series Titans. Works about Dick Grayson and/or Kory Anders will frequent more, but I do still write about Conner Kent, Gar Logan, Rachel Roth, Donna Troy, and Jason Todd. You can request other characters such as Hawk and Dove, Tim Drake, or Blackfire but they will be in the misc masterlist.

→ The Losers

This list includes characters such as (Jake) Jensen, Carlos “Cougar” Alvarez, (Franklin) Clay, (William) Roque, Linwood “Pooch” Porteous, and Aisha Al-Fadhil.

→ Black Lightning

This list includes characters such as Jennifer Pierce, Anissa Pierce, Lynn Stewart, Grace Choi, Jefferson Pierce, Khalil Payne, Issa Williams, and Peter Gambi.

→ Justice League

This masterlist includes Henry Cavill’s Superman, Ezra Miller’s Flash, Gal Gadot’s Wonder Woman, Ben Affleck’s Batman and Jason Momoa’s Aquaman!

→ Young Justice

Including characters from the 2010 DC cartoon show Young Justice. Including characters such as Conner Kent (Superboy), Wally West (Kid Flash), Robin/Nightwing (Dick Grayson), Kaldur’ahm (AquaLad), Karen Beecher (Bumblebee), Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle), and Virgil Hawkins (Static Shock).

→ My Adventures With Superman

Here I will write about Clark Kent/Superman. If you would like anything written about Lois Lane or Jimmy Olsen, you can request it but it will go in the misc masterlist.

→ Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman

I really only planned to write about Clark Kent/Superman, Jack Milner and Jimmy Olsen but you can request works about other characters. If I fulfill your request, those works will go into the misc masterlist.

→ Smallville

Okay, you caught me! I haven’t actually watched the show yet. I’ve only seen short clips. For now, I only plan to write about Clark Kent. This list may possibly be updated after I watch the show.

[cookiemom6067]

"A Second Chance" by @amethystina - Part 10 of "Sniper and Hacker"

Prompt by Anonymous: I don't know if you're still taking these, but I wish you would write a fic where Jensen thinks Cougar died at the oil rig (I haven't read his death yet, just the beginning of Grief), but he actually escaped and is trying to find Jensen, who's doing his damnedest to disappear, and like in Grief he tries and fails to outrun his grief & Cougar can't find him because Jensen's fucking great at his job, but eventually he does and puts him back together after he fell apart. Sorry if it's an awful idea

Rating/Warnings: T / Spoilers for the comics, Suicidal thoughts and almost attempted suicide, Grief

Notes: When this was originally posted on my Tumblr way back in 2015, it was written in a way that didn't fit AO3 (too meta, I guess you can say) but I decided to give it a quick edit and here we are. It's a fix-it for the comics, even if I glossed over how on earth Cougar survived, simply for the sake of the prompt. I mean, I'm not going to lie — I desperately want to change that ending and I will do it even if it defies all logic. Well, at least this once.

[scuddish]

ÓSCAR JAENADA as CARLOS “COUGAR” ALVAREZ THE LOSERS 2010 | dir. Sylvain White

[amethystina]

💗 Five Comfort Characters, Five Tags 💗

I got tagged by @miss-ingno! Thank you so much 💜

I honestly don't think I have any "comfort characters" as such unless we're talking about my own OCs, but I'm going to assume that no one wants to hear about those. So I'm going to pick characters that I like or find very fascinating instead. This is by no means an exhaustive list because they're basically just the ones that popped into my mind while writing this, but yeah. Also, I'll be splitting it into female and male characters because I can.

Female characters:

Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter. I just find her so incredibly lovable. And her whole aura and outlook on life just makes me so relieved.

Brienne of Tarth from Game of Thrones. Never mind that I never finished it. I still love her to bits (I also have a crush on Gwendoline Christie but that's neither here nor there…)

Evelyn Carnahan/O'Connell from The Mummy. The movie is a childhood staple and I always looked up to how much braver and more capable she became as the story progressed.

Edith Cushing/Sharpe from Crimson Peak. This might be partly because I love the movie so much, but I just like how HUMAN she is. There's something relatable about her even if we have so very little in common and I find that fascinating.

Joan Watson from Elementary. I just really like her. She's smart, she's funny, she's resourceful, she's badass, she's human. In the best way possible.

Male characters:

Seifer Almasy from Final Fantasy VIII. I mean, he's an asshole and all, but he's been a favourite character of mine for so long that it's probably hardwired into my DNA at this point.

Carlos "Cougar" Alvarez from The Losers. Because he's just calm and sensible and I can probably write him in my sleep. That's how comfortable I am with him.

Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Grimm-Pitch the Third from the Simon Snow series. I just finished reading this series and there's just something about Baz that I find very likeable and relatable. I'm very partial to Baz.

Arthit "Oon" Rojnapat from SOTUS. Look. When Arthit cry, I cry. It's as simple as that. And I'm always a sucker for "seems like an asshole but is secretly a big softie."

Dean Winchester from Supernatural. Okay, so this one is partly just nostalgia, I will admit, because Supernatural played a big part in my life at the time I was watching it. And Dean was just always the character I gravitated towards.

Bonus — My UNcomfort Character:

Kang Yo Han from The Devil Judge. I love the fucker to death but it also makes me incredibly uncomfortable to know how similarly we seem to think and work as human beings. It's like watching a "Worst Case Scenario" of yourself x'D

And I'm still terrible at tagging so just do it if you want to! :D

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

Истории, написанные мною за учебниками

Истории, написанные мною за учебниками

by Blood_like_lemonade

Тот самый сборник драбблов и миников, который должен быть у каждой авторки

Words: 1888, Chapters: 5/?, Language: Русский

Fandoms: БИ-2 | BI-2 (Band), The Losers (2010), The Losers (Comics), 我在惊悚游戏里封神 - 壶鱼辣椒 | I Became a God in a Horror Game - Pot Fish Chili, Nochnoy Dozor | Night Watch - Sergei Lukyanenko, Nochnoy Dozor | Night Watch (Movies), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M, F/M

Characters: Shura Bi-2, Lyova Bi-2, Carlos "Cougar" Alvarez, Jake Jensen, Mu Sicheng, Tawil, Bai Liu, Mu Ke, Tigress | Tigrerra, Bear (Nochnoy Dozor), Tiger Cub (Nochnoy Dozor), Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Relationships: Lyova Bi-2/Shura Bi-2, Carlos "Cougar" Alvarez & Jake Jensen, Bai Liu & Tawil, Tigress | Tigrerra/Bear (Nochnoy Dozor), Bear (Nochnoy Dozor)/Tiger Cub (Nochnoy Dozor), Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Drabble Collection

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[grandwretch]

the only good superhero movie is the Losers I don't care that they're not actual superheroes it just makes them better. stop making super hero movies. watch this movie about 5 blacklisted soldiers and 1 mysterious woman trying to kill the CIA, none of them occupying the same place on the moral compass. Chris Evans and Zoe Saldana and Idris Elba are still there. Oscar Jaenada is the sexiest person alive. And then read the comics so you can cry yourself to sleep every night about how unfair the world is, and how gay Cougar Alvarez was.

[captainsyswhore]

The Cougar and His Sparrow

Masterlist

Summary: You were a Loser and proudly so and today was like any other day or was it? 

Part 1

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Carlos “Cougar” Alvarez x Reader

Warning: Lewd themes and Mature language. Minors DNI.

Jensen was playing make believe with these two action figures, “Look in sorry, I just can’t give you that kind of information. I’ll do anything else. I just can’t do that. I can’t betray my country. I won’t. This country gave me everything. Oh, God. Just keep him away from me.” He says while making the action figures chase one another. 

Jensen continues imitating one figure, “Please. Don’t let him near me. Oh, no! Oh, God!” Jensen starts to move the other figure, “Come on, Baby. Just relax into it. Let Godzilla do his thing.” He starts to grunt and make the figures hump each other. 

“Okay, okay, come on. This is wrong on so many levels. You in or not?” Pooch exclaims disgusted by Jensen’s actions

“And get cheated again?” Jensen asks

Pooch looks a little offended at Jensen’s claim, “What? No, the Pooch may lie, the Pooch may steal, the Pooch may--” Pooch is cut off by Jensen, “ Refer to himself in the third person?” 

“Occasionally,” Pooch starts, “But the Pooch will not cheat.” 

“Well, the Pooch can relax. I was worried about Cougar.” Jensen states looking pointedly at Cougar

“Yeah, right. It’s always the quiet ones.” Pooch says making Cougar snicker

“What? It’s Blind Man’s Bluff. High car wins. How in the hell can a man cheat you?” Roque questions

You all gather around a small box and you place the cards down, “cards.” Pooch says and you all grab one. 

“Feel like I got something here. I feel like I got something.” Pooch says confidently

“Queen, king, jack. Queen, king, jack.” Jensen says rubbing his card hoping to manifest something good on the card, he continues, “All right. One, two, three, go.” You all slap your cards on your foreheads.

Jensen slaps his head hard with the card a two of diamonds to be exact, Jake Jensen, Aka. Jensen in specializes in COMMS & TECH, Jensen is funny, he kept things entertaining for everyone even when he should be taking things seriously. 

Cougars next tucking his under his hat, an 8 of spades, Carlos Alvarez, Aka. Cougar specializes in LONG-RANGE ELIMINATIONS, he’s great with snipers and even better in the looks department, he owned your heart and nobody knew it yet.

Pooch places his card, a three of hearts, on his head sideways making you smirk, Linwood Porteous, Aka. Pooch specializes in TRANSPO AND HEAVY WEPS, he was your driver and a good one at that, he was gonna be a dad soon and you were incredibly happy for him. 

“I got a great, great feeling about this one.” Roque says tucking his card, a two of hearts, into the band of his bucket hat, William Roque, Aka. Roque specialized In DEMO & TACTICAL, he was Clay’s second-in-command.

You then place your card on your head not sure of what it is, you tuck it into the camo bandana you decided to sport today to keep your hair off your forehead. Y/N L/N, Aka. Sparrow, you did everything and you did it well, but you specialized in AIR TRANSPORTAION & HIGH ALTITUDE TASKS, if you needed to parachute out of a plane you could, if you needed to be on a high building to find a vantage point you were there, you were light on your feet and ready to swoop in and save people if necessary. 

“Your mama had a great feeling last night.” Jensen replies to Roque, “Oh, that was a yo mama joke.” Pooch says high-fiving Jensen.

Roque looks confused, “What?” Jensen asks only to be met with Roque’s huge knife, “All right, let’s go.” Roque says always quick to violence then sets the knife in the betting pot

“All right, it’s a game.” Jensen says in defense then follows up with, “All right. I will raise you.” then sets his hand gun down on the box in front of Roque

“You don’t wanna do that.” Roque says

“Oh, no?” Jensen playfully responds

“Got this piece off that Honduran general?” Pooch asks

“Yesssss.” Jensen responds, Cougar shakes his head in disapproval

“Guess what? I’m definitely in.” Pooch says flipping his hand gun and setting it down on the box. You and Jensen Laugh at that

“Let’s go.” Jensen demands, “All right,” Roque says setting down another huge knife making Jensen get excited and Cougar whistle, “This should even me up.”  

“How many knives do you have?” Jensen questions, “What is going on here?”

Pooch turns to Cougar, “Coug, it’s your bet.”

Cougar reaches to pull something out but is cut off by Clay, “Hey, Losers!” he shouts, “It’s time.” 

Lt. Colonel Franklin Clay, Aka, Clay, specializes in OPPERATION CONTROL, he was your team leader, you and your team were loyal to him, as close to family as you could get.

You all suit up and head toward the destination spot for your mission. Pooch gets in the driver seat and Clay in passenger. Roque takes the seat behind Clay, Cougar in the Middle, Jensen behind Pooch and you in the back on the bed. Not that you minded, you’d rather chill in the back with the fresh air than sit in the car with five stinky ass men. 

You drive through Bolivia in you armored vehicle, “All right,” Clay starts his run down, “we got a drug and arms dealer named Fadhil, running a home grown assembly line out by the Madre de Dios River basin. We find it, we paint it  for a laser-targeted bomb, we get the hell out. No muss, no fuss.” Clay finishes

“For that, they need us?” Roque questions

“You’d rather take on 50 dudes with AK's?” Pooch cuts in, everyone looks content after that

Black Betty Begins to play on the radio earning an excited chuckle from Pooch and a groan from Roque. 

You arrive at the destination and get in your places, “All right, I've got eyes on misère Fadhil.” Roque says looking through his military grade binoculars.

“Paint it.: Clay orders, “Showtime, fellas” Pooch starts, “Go ahead and call me Michael Angelo.” He finishes and paints the target with the laser.

Jensen picks up his walkie-talkie, ”Dropkick, this is Pinball. Request fire mission. The target is lased, and you are clear to make a run from north to south. Over.” 

The Pilot responds, “Roger, Pinball, target acquired and locked. Be advised, eta fireworks, zero eight Mikes.” 

Jensen, “Roger, we’ll break out the earplugs.” Jensen sets down the walkie-talkie.

Cougar sees something concerning, “Boss!” he motions to have Clay look through his sniper scope. Clay picks up the gun, “They’re using kids as mules. Call it in!”

”Dropkick, We have children at target site. Repeat, we have eyes on children at target site. Please advise.” Jensen call in Clay’s request for advisory.

“Acknowledged, Maintain position.” the pilot responds, “Maintain Position?” you question with concern, “What’s he talking about, Colonel?” Roque asks

“Dropkick, We strongly recommend cancelation of the payload delivery.” Jensen responds

“Your orders stand. Prep for extraction.” The pilot says

“Sparrow” Clay orders, you take Cougars gun and slam the butt of it into the laser. 

“Dropkick, this is Pinball. Target equipment has suffered catastrophic system failure. Am calling an on-site abort.” Clay responds

“Well that was just stupid.” A voice says Clay looks confused

“Is this mission controller?” Clay asks

“This is Max, Colonel Clay.” Max says

“No one uses names on comms. This is a secure military channel.” Clay states

“Is it really?” Max asks

“Goddammit, you listen to me. There are children on site.” Clay informs 

“And you think I didn’t know that?” Max asks redundantly, ‘We locked coordinates the moment you painted. Delivery will occur on schedule. You have yourself a super day.” 

“You can’t just--” Clay starts but the comms cut out, “Shit! Jensen contact the plane directly. Call an abort.” 

“I’m trying, but he’s jamming us. There’s nothing I can do.” Jensen says helplessly fiddling with the knobs on the walkie.

Clay looks at Roque and he nods, “There’s something we can do.” 

“Right her it is, its six against the fortress. We got, what? maybe eight minuets before an air strike sets the world on fire.” Roque says checking his watch

“Plenty of time.” Clay says heading for the car

“I’ll drive.” Pooch says putting his sunglasses

You arrive on site Pooch driving through the gate like a mad-man. Cougar is standing in the car with his head out of the roof shooting at guys as you come in. you sit in the back shooting at people as you pass. When the car comes to a stop you all take cover on the side hidden from gunfire and behind the car. You all peak out picking off the stragglers as they run for the safety of cover. 

“Jensen and Pooch, get a truck for the kids. The rest out in five.” Clay says

“Not to mention an Airstrike in four and change ladies.” Roque cuts in 

“All right, be out in four. Rally point on me.” Clay reorders

You all make a break for it, Clay and Roque go to free the kids while you and Cougar cover them. Clay and Roque find the kids and Clay sends them with Roque while Clay goes to retrieve the missing kids. 

“Clay we got the kids, rally point in two minutes.” You inform over the comms

Clay appears with the final child and puts the boy in the van before happing in himself. Cougar hops in and closes the door behind them, “Oh, you stop for coffee in there?” Pooch sarcastically asks

“What kind of blast radius we lookin at?” Roque asks before turning to address Pooch, “Okay, Pooch, I’m gonna need you to make this bus go a little faster.” 

“Everybody hold onto something.” Clay says

“Like right now.” Roque suggest

The bus picks up speed and everyone grabs onto something. The blast hits causing Pooch to accelerate the bus down a hill causing it to fly up and land hard as the kids scream. “I got it, I got it.” Pooch exclaims

“There we got, Pooch!” Clay encourages

“whew’ Cougar exclaims looking at the team and the kids start to laugh

You all get off the bus and make your way to the meet up point, you, Cougar, and Clay all carry children with you.

“Pinball, this is Chopper 3. Prepare for extraction.” You hear over the comms

“My favorite part was when we were completely on fire.” Jensen recounts, "But the shootout, that was good times.”

“There she blows.” Clay says spotting the chopper

“Well done.” Pooch commends the kids doing a good job.

“All right, everyone together.” Jensen says jogging toward the chopper with the kids

“Come on, let’s go” Pooch encourages and you all speedily make your way toward the chopper.

“Sir, we don’t have enough room for your team and the kids.” The pilot informs.

“Then its them.” Clay says starting to load the kids onto the chopper

You finish loading the kids onto the chopper and send them on their way, “Some cute little buggers, hope they make it to the court martial.” Pooch smiles

“What is that? You hear that?” Roque

“Guys, this is bad.” Jensen says stating the obvious

“Max, Cobra one, Bandit locked.” you hear over the comms

“Understood. Cobra One, Kill Bandit.” Max orders

You all start running toward the chopper, “NO!” Clay yells as the chopper is blown out of the sky.

“That’s supposed to be us.” Clay says You all rip off your dog tags and throw them into the fire of the wreckage. 

To be continued....

Part 2