#pbs2

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you like

Tagged by the glorious @le-trash-prince 🏁🖤 🖤 I tag: @gonardo-writes @elliebirdwrites @jez-bez @imogenegomi @occasionally-writing & anyone else that wants to do it! 🖤

🏁 MPreg - Winner/Dean | Sometimes Losing is a Win AU also (SLiaWverse)

🏁 Mpreg- Kenta/Kim Prompt

🏁 North/Sonic - Minific | Take Me Away AU

🏁 Sharing Clothes prompt - Sonic/North (SLiaWverse)

🏁 Fluff Prompt - North/Sonic (SLiaWverse)

🏁 5+1 Chris|Way/Pete (Amnesia Way AU)

Sometimes Losing is a Win Snippet ✂

Winner was ready to go the moment he stepped into the event. He felt so nauseous and ready to be back safe in his condo. Normally he’d be on cloud nine to be at such an event in the past but now it just seemed tiresome. It didn’t help that all the scents were much more intense with him being pregnant. A good shower, followed by a soak in a tub with the jets.  The idea was warmly swimming in his head when 

“Oh there you are, Win.” Ty from the Penske Racing team called his name. His scent alone made Winner want to vomit the little bit of fruit he’d managed to get down. “Stayi-”

“It’s Winner and I am going to speak with Vinya.” Winner had zero intentions of talking in any shape or form with the alpha. Not that it ever stopped the male. Instead it only encouraged him. 

“I know who you are.” Ty sleazily smiled at him, “And Vinya has already left.”

“I saw her…” Winner ignored him, tilting his head to look meaninglessly in the opposite direction. 

“No you didn’t.” Ty pointedly said, grinning now as he took a step forward and Winner fought the urge to throw up all over him just to watch the grin disappear off his face. 

“She’s on the second floor, babe.” An all too familiar voice came from his side. Winner schooled his face, turning with an almost flirtatious smile of his own as he found himself looking at Dean. His scent alone seemed to calm the wave of nausea in his stomach instantly. “Let’s go before she actually leaves.” A warm hand on the small of his back that he could feel through the silk panel of his tuxedo jacket. 

“Yes, let’s go.”

Practice Makes Pups Snippet ✂

Kenta shivered at the feel of Kim’s tongue as the alpha traced his spine. A pleased rumble came from Kim, enjoying the reaction. Kim had pounced the moment they’d gotten back from ther pack dinner at the pack house. Kenta slowly released his white knuckle grip on the edge of the bed only to find his hands right back. Kim’s own grip on Kenta’s hip loosened trailing down to the back of his thigh. 

Shatter het ghost

I believe harvesting the little sisters is what ultimately triggers that ending iirc.