The Next Day...

Puggsy sat at the table, having an ice-pack on his head. "How are you doing?" Brielle asked him.

"Awful... Remind me to never do that again," Puggsy muttered.

"Get drunk, or write a fic where you and WG date?"

"Both."

"Speaking of which, how is she?" Edwin asked, walking over.

They looked over, seeing WG's face planted on the table. She wasn't moving.

"Hey, Wherever, how's the hangover?" Fangs asked.

*SLAM!*

WG grabbed him by the back of the head and slammed it on the table, knocking him out- without even lifting her own head. "Not so loud, idiot! My head is throbbing!" she groused. "Ow... and people wonder why I refused to get hammered!"

"Well, at least you got the fic done before you passed out," Edwin said, pulling up the last drabble on his laptop.

Puggsy and WG looked over the fic... then sneered. "Ugh, it looked better when we were drunk..." Puggsy muttered.

"No kidding... so, where did Stalker and Hardy bury my dumbass brother?" WG asked.

"They handed him over to Moon and her Creepypastas to eat alive," Edwin said.

"AAAAUUUGGGH!" came a scream as a tied-up ATF came hopping quickly through the room, chased by a manic Moon wielding carving knives.

"C'mon, Anti! I promised Jack I'd boil your liver with fava beans and a nice candy!" Moon shouted.

"Moon, don't eat my brother... I don't want you suffering indigestion," WG scoffed.

"But he looks tasty!"

"Yeah... that's what every ogre, zombie, werewolf, and cannibal said before his diced-up body-parts reformed in their guts and burst through their-"

"Say no more!" Puggsy said, about to vomit... not just because of the morbid description, either.

"Besides, the fic wasn't that bad- nothing romantic happened (good thing) and Puggsy punched WG's sister in the face, as well as stood up for her." Brielle added.

"And half of the cast got shot with tranquilizer darts," Edwin included.

"I'll make it up to you too- I came up with some requests that are NOT romance-related!" ATF added. "...Even though I was hoping the fic would have been more like that Ouran High School Host Club episode, 'Operation: Hikaru and Haruhi's First Date'- that had some good fluff in it... Can I write a BriellexPugs one-shot based on that?"

"Dude, you're one sentence away from being a human appetizer, you're in no position to be asking requests," WG sneered.

"Just hear me out! And if you AND Puggsy don't like them, I'll... um... Let you take over writing my Shaggy, Pugsy, and Flip story for ten episodes!"

Puggsy and WG exchanged glances, then looked at ATF. "Alright, what are your ideas?" Puggsy asked.

"Okay, here's a list," ATF (somehow) handed them a list of ideas, including...

-A one-shot based off another SwainexEsther fic "Two Hearts"... but without romance.

-One where Pugs or WG is sick, and one has to take care of the other (including a 'Big Bang Theory' joke)

-Another where WG is freaked out and Puggsy consoles her

-And one where WG is too stressed out to even take a nap because of horrible thoughts, and Pugs helps her out.

"So, what do you think?" ATF asked.

"Hmmmm... Not bad. What do you think, Pugs?" WG asked.

"Fair enough. ...But I still don't think it's enough to let you off the hook," Puggsy told ATF.

"I won't set you up as a target for my fluff-series next time I update it," ATF said.

"Deal."

"Can I still eat him?" Moon asked.

"No... but you and the gang can go scare the living daylights out of Fanatic's sister- she's been giving him a hard time. Oh, and his science teacher." WG suggested.

"Okay... where do they live?"

"I'LL SHOW YOU!" Fanatic exclaimed, suddenly running in and grabbing her by the hand. "Thanks Wherever Girl! (You are SO going to be rewarded in Security Authors, Moon!)"

"Please let go of my hand before I hurt you."

Fanatic let go. "Sorry, but you're still awesome!"

Anti breathed a sigh of relief, slipping out of the ropes. "Well, I'm glad that's-" he began to say.

"He's STILL alive?!" came Stalker's shout.

"Not for long! Get him!" Hardy exclaimed, and the two werewolves raced after ATF, who shrieked.

The others blinked. "So... coffee, anyone?" Edwin asked, and the others agreed, walking out.

Fangs regained consciousness by this time. "What I miss?" he asked.

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A/N: Sorry for the spoilers, with the ideas guys... but the fact is, we can't decide which one to write... so YOU guys get to vote!

[And to keep things surprising, you can send us requests as well... just, um, no blood, death, or M-rated content]

OR ROMANCE.

[I was just about to say that!]

Keep on reviewing, and the fluff shall continue.