Fic based on a smoking’ hot pic of our beloved hacker

"It’s been turning me on a lot since I discovered that Cougar is a genius with the long term planning of a visionary.”

Anywho, have three drabbles. Whoever is deciding to expand this 'verse into an actual fic, you can either use these or you can ignore them and make up your own canon, I have no qualms with either. Enjoy reading.

“For reasons that haven't been fully explained to me, Bruce Wayne has apparently decided to fund this next mission out of the goodness of his own heart. You get new toys to play with.”

Different time. Different Place. Same Losers.

Clay gets more than he bargained for.

Bethany could quite cheerfully scream at her mom sometimes.

Jensen doesn't ask—Well, he asks that one question, and yeah, in hindsight, he guesses that maybe it was a little stupid, but there are some questions that you just ask, especially when your friend's been shot. 'Are you okay?' and 'Can you walk?'—those are crucial.

Jensen's parents are completely normal. The Losers finally get to meet them.

When Clay had gotten his team(all shiny and still in their original packaging) together for the first time.

The Losers live in an Alternate Universe where most people change into animals on the night of a full moon (like, werewolves, werecats, werehawks, whatever you like). The rest of the time, they are humans but keep heightened senses and primal instincts, which is a bonus, considering their job. It's not a big deal and not something they normally talk about, but when Jensen goes into heat for the first time, it becomes a problem--it's really hard to focus on the mission when Jensen's practically panting for it without even realizing he's giving off "come fuck me" vibes. Having lusted after the hacker for years, Cougar can't take it any more; he decides to put everyone out of their misery and mates with Jensen--who becomes very enthusiastic about the idea.

Jensen has fun with a little black remote. Cougar? not so much.

Jensen has a Lovecraft kink. With tips for playing in high humidity.

This fic should cover numerous prompts from The Losers_Fans Prompt Party including wanting DrunkFlirt!Jensen, wanting Cougar cheating at cards, wanting a drunken BJ with a side of kink and emotional issues, and a request for Cougar's deliberate sabotage of Jensen's attempts to pick up women. There might be more, that post is a very bad influence.

“Show me a man with a tattoo, and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.” -Jack London

Cats, man. Not to be trusted.

Oh my god, this was supposed to be nice cheerful porn set in an Uzbekistani goat shed, and then this happened instead. This is now the long and mostly-incompetent courtship of Cougar by Jensen, with associated warnings for swearing, violence, gore and sex (in that order). Cougar/Jensen, pre-movie.

How Cougar became a Loser

In response to the prompt The Losers/Leverage, Jensen & Hardison, dance break.

I'm glad it turned out like this, it's better this way

One server room, two hackers and a building full of guards. Leverage/Losers crossover.

When the Leverage team decides to take down Vaughn Wilson, they don't realize that he's dealing in something a lot worse than heroin and assault rifles, or that Eliot's old boss has his eye on Wilson too. Things can go wrong in a hurry when whether you're a Loser or just providing a little leverage, but with Eliot's life on the line, his past and his present had better work together fast, or Eliot's future won't last longer than tonight.

It's three o'clock in the morning, and Parker has something she wants to talk to Clay about.

They’d met years ago, years before Jensen joined the Losers.

This is meta and pics of my first attempt to make Rick Bayless's mole as an homage to coinin's awesome family/food/awesome fic.

Explosions, broken toes, and blood transfusions, or, the long and mostly-incompetent courtship of Cougar by Jensen.

Santana is eight years old when her Tio Carlos joins the Army. Or the less-cracky-than-you-might-expect Glee/The Losers crossover where Cougar is Santana's uncle. (If it tells you anything, i nearly titled this 'Ohana Means Family.')

A shadow drops over him, too dark to be a cloud moving across the sun, and he cracks an eye open to find Cougar above him--not standing and staring down but a whole lot closer, like, about to straddle him and make him embarrass himself close.

Cougar is doing perfectly well ignoring his feelings for Jensen until Jensen makes himself hard to ignore. A commentfic for a prompt about dog tags and a boy in a skirt.

Under orders not to use his right hand until it heals, Jensen is quickly frustrated by the inconvenience of functioning with only one thumb. It's a good thing Cougar is there to help him out with little things, and big things too.

This is not exactly what Jensen was expecting when he came into work this morning.

“This place is a shithole,” Roque says in disgust.

Jensen had gotten practice at this sort of thing in his last unit.

When Carlos is fifteen, his mother, father and three sisters sit him down in the living room and explain to him that they support gay rights... Or, the story of how Carlos got his groove.

It was not, strictly speaking, Jake’s fault that he ended up in jail.

Cougar accidentally finds out Jensen gets aroused really easily. He gets curious.

The one where Jensen's locked in a cage, Roque is a sucker for the furry, Pooch risks his fingers, Cougar's concussed, and Clay is putting his foot down, damn it.

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

In 2009, Jensen got a new team, fell stupid in love, and learned about sharks, the great organizing principle of the universe and crushing chest injuries. Not necessarily in that order.

Five people who've seen Jensen naked. To be fair, it's mostly not his fault.

It's the one holiday they actually mark with any kind of consistency

There were many things Cougar would have liked to unsee, but the world didn't work like that.

"This is a dream assignment, and I am not going to fuck it up just because my teammates aren't secure enough in their masculinity," he said to Pooch. "You ever nibble on my earlobe again, they will find your body in eight places," Pooch said, but Pooch didn't share Jensen's commitment to self-improvement.

Every good guy comes back.

Cats, man. Not to be trusted.

“Okay, no,” Pooch says, holding up his hands, “there is no way I’m gambling for money against you and Cougar.” Jensen frowns, leaning across the table to make wide, concerned eyes at Pooch. “Is it because we’re just that fucking good?” he asks. “No.” Pooch knocks the edge of the pack once, twice against the table. “It’s because I’m pretty sure you can read each other’s damn minds.”

Jensen couldn't decide whether he was having the best week ever, or the worst.