#the losers cougar

[scuddish]

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

[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]

"Say it With Stolen Shirts" by @amethystina

Prompt: Mallior asked for "Is that my shirt?" from THIS prompt post.

Rating/Warnings: G / None

Notes: Usually, I have a habit of making JJ the oblivious one who pines for Cougar, but, this time, I wanted to turn the tables. I fully believe that Cougar can get the kind of tunnel vision where he doesn’t see Jensen flirting with him simply because he’s too busy telling himself not to flirt with Jensen. So here, have some pining Cougar!

[peyton-warren]

Blinded by the fog Halloween Special

Of course!! It stars my favorite group of Losers, pre- movie.

“C’mon!  It’ll be fun,” you insist as you stare at the two no-fun-at-all lumps across the table from you.   The Losers and their significant others were all piled at a corner table in their usual bar.  You wave at your waitress, drawing a circle over the group to ask for another round.  

Jake’s hands on your hips tighten as he leans forward, pressing your stomach to the table as he shouts to be heard. “We can always come back here afterwards,” he suggests as a way to placate the two oldest members of the team.  

“You two aren’t gonna use this as an opportunity-“

“No!” You and Jake both interrupted Pooch .  You felt your cheeks flame as Jake’s dick hardened under you.   “For the last time, that was one time!” you counter. “Besides you had told us you weren’t coming. So it’s your own fault you saw that.”

“Trust me the memory of Jensen’s naked ass burned onto my brain is very good insurance that I won’t let that happen again,” Pooch shared. “In that ridiculous pirate hat,” he muttered under his breath 

Roque suddenly rejoined the conversation “his ass was wearing a pirate hat??”

[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.

[irememberhope]

I don’t understand what is going on right now, but gay military men have a chokehold on me. I mean, reading through the fanfics over and over for weeks on end for no reason. Stupid JensenxCougar and Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell (he doesn’t need a pairing, he is very obviously queer coded with a personal ace headcannon)

[kiytsunebi]

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

[sev-on-kamino]

Follow me for a sec

This scene from The Losers:

but with Reader as Jensen, and Crosshair as Cougar 👀 I have been thinking about it all day, and I need it!

[mayberrycryptid]

definitely the captain, but of a dinghy😂

Reblog and put your rare pair in the tags/comments! I want to see the depths people will go to create, for the most random two characters in the most obscure media.

[scuddish]

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

[cookiemom6067]

@amethystina

[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.

[ramblingcoyote]

Rewatching The Losers🔥

[thezombieprostitute]

The Arrangement - Chapter 1

Summary: Jake's done a lot of things to keep his sister, and then his niece, safe from his parent's influence and manipulation. If he wants to keep them safe, he has to marry you.

Warnings: Bad parents, Discussion of murder and physical abuse. Let me know if I missed any!

Prologue --Chapter 2

Series Masterlist

Jake made sure to put on a suit he knew was "nice enough" for the meeting. Clay would be going with him, helping him secure the deal he needed to keep Sarah and Jadah, his real family, safe, never to be messed with again. The rest of the Losers were keeping an eye on them to make sure his parents didn't try anything while negotiating. Aisha and Cougar were some of the best fighters he knew and Pooch could easily drive his family to a secure area.

"So why did you think you needed to get your sister out of the marriage," Clay asked. "I get your parents are pieces of shit, but wouldn't a marriage get her away from them?"

"Nope," Jake shook his head as he drove. "Not only would it further embed them into her life, the guy she was engaged to was a monster. I did a deep dive on him when the engagement was announced. He had a bunch of arrests for domestic disturbance, but his parents, his lawyers, got him out and always settled out of court. Apparently his parents figured marriage would help him calm down. I tried to call bullshit, got shut down, and took action."

Clay nodded, silently filing away the information, before continuing. "And you're now going to marry his sister?"

"Yup."

"What do you know about her?"

"Very little," Jake confesses. "Graduated with a Master's in Ecology with a focus on Conservation Studies. Doesn't seemed to have used it so either her family refuses to let her do anything or she just wanted to waste her parents' money, or something else."

"Going for a Master's doesn't indicate an interest in wasting money," Clay pointed out.

"Agreed, but I've got so little information on her I'm inclined to just go ahead and think the worst."

"Are you expecting to meet her when we get there?"

"Negotiations with the parents first," Jake tells him. "If that goes well, then...yeah, it'll probably be a family dinner or something."

"Alright, lets get to it, then."

"Jacob!" Cordelia, Jake's mother, was using her fake happy tone as she held out her arms for a hug. He purposefully avoids the hug and goes for a handshake instead.

"Don't be rude, son," William chides. Jake holds back from glaring at his father and focuses on maintaining his composure.

"Let's just get to business," Clay offers while taking a seat at William's desk.

"And who are you?" William raises an eyebrow at Clay.

"For all intents and purposes, I'm your son's advocate here to make sure he gets what he wants outta this deal. And that it gets put into writing and notarized."

"And what is it that you want, Jacob?" Cordelia's tone was now icy. "We're setting you up with a wife from a good, rich family. You should be grateful to us for that after nearly destroying our future."

"I want a written, notarized guarantee that, so long as I am married to this woman, Sarah and her family will be left alone. You will not look for them. You will not include them in your machinations. They will never have to worry about you or your people bothering them ever again."

"I'm sure we can work something out," William nods. "Good thing I've already got my lawyer here to go over the marriage documents."

The next several hours are spent with Clay and the family lawyer going back and forth over the wording of the official document. Jake is increasingly grateful that he brought in Clay for this part. He's a quick thinker but Clay is a tactician. He can see the loopholes, the workarounds that Jake can't. His parents attempt to engage him in conversation but Clay had advised Jake to keep quiet during the negotiations so he did. Occasionally texting the team with updates.

Finally, Clay and the lawyer shook hands. The deal is typed up and printed. Jake, his parents, Clay and the lawyer all sign. The notary had arrived an hour before, called by William. They looked everything over and added their stamp to the documents.

Jake took the contract, put it in an envelope and gave it to Clay before turning to his parents. "Okay, let's go meet my future wife."

Prologue -- Chapter 2

Series Masterlist

Tagging: @alicedopey; @ashdoctor; @delicatebarness;@ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[sm-baby]

I feel like Mei-Lyn just barely tips the border of split personality disorder with how much she has to go from "HA HA, I'M A SILLY GREMLIN!" to "HI, I'm the advisor. Let's talk about politics."

This was in her playlist, and I legit imagine her singing it to herself when shes feeling ✨hella depressed✨

Maybe not split personality... But she definitely has Identity issues.

I literally made doodles where she would NOT know how to act if you mixed her uniform and out of uniform look

[x]