[MercWithMouth has entered DB Chat]

MercWithMouth: Okay, the writer has nothing better to do until he finishes his latest 'masterpiece' so what's everyone up to?

Rock Light: Wade? Are you using actual punctuation? And what are you talking about with this whole 'fillet' thing?

MercWithMouth: no. and i'm not using propper spellling either.

Rock Light: The chat logs say otherwise.

MercWithMouth: fuck this shit i'm out!

Wade shoved his computer away from him.

"Augh! This is going to get so annoying!" He cried out, "That damn idiot is going to be losing viewers if he doesn't upload soon, and I can't have my popularity drop like this!"

"I have to think. What can I do to keep the audience interested?" Deadpool asked himself.

He paced around the room.

"Eh, maybe I'll write some fanfiction of my own." Deadpool then realized something, "Or maybe… I'll write some RPF stories."

"There's plenty of people here that I can write about…"

*SLAM!*

"Okay, who did it?" Tifa demanded.

Everyone was a little scared of the bartender. She typically only got this angry when someone hurt one of her friends, and since there was no recent battle earlier, there shouldn't have been someone that stupid to try and hurt someone she cared about around here.

"Did what?" Shovel Knight asked after a few minutes that felt more like hours.

"Who wrote this… this…"Tifa shuddered, "I can't even call it a story!"

Everyone looked at each other,clearly confused.

"Who wrote this smut fiction between me and Yang?" she demanded.

This got the attention of most of the males in the room (As well as some girls too).

"Uh, what?" Tony asked.

"I'm with him," Dante added, "What?"

"Someone here," Tifa glared, "Wrote a smut fic about me and Yang. I want to know who did it."

"How do you know it was someone in here?" Spider-Man asked, not even turning up from his game of poker with Steve, Sol, TJ, and Sub-Zero.

"I had Raiden track the IP address, and the source of this filth came from inside the hotel." Tifa growled, "Now. Who. Did. It?"

"You read it. Why don't you try to figure out who did it from that?" Sol suggested.

"I already tried. Whoever-"

"Technically, it's 'whomever' Lockhart." Beast pointed out, looking up from his book.

"Grammar… Asshole" Tifa muttered.

"Maybe we should read it to figure out who wrote it." Rogue sarcastically suggested.

"Dibs!"

*BLAM!*

"That took all of three seconds." Spidey observed, "You're getting sloppy, Tifa."

Tifa stood for a moment, blinked, and looked at her fist.

"I'm getting Diana's lasso. I'll be back."

"And here's that story you asked for. Sorry it took so long, I lost the original copy and had to print out a new one."

"Thanks Cloud." The customer said, "This'll go great next to my Dante X Ragna fic I got awhile ago!"

Cloud rolled his eyes, "Yeah yeah. Where's the part that you promised me?"

"Right here." The customer handed Cloud a thruster from his backpack that he replaced with the newly-acquired story, "You're the best! And Yang?"

The blonde that was standing behind Cloud looked up from her phone, "Hmm?"

"Here's to hoping you get that therapy and closure next volume!" the customer waved off, and left.

"Every once in awhile, I forget that your world doesn't use seasons, it uses 'volumes.'" Cloud offhandedly mentioned.

"Every once in awhile, I forget that I have repression issues because of losing my arm in a terrorist attack…" Yang sarcastically replied, "It's hard to remember that part."

"Right." Cloud said awkwardly, "Well, you can vent about that in therapy later. You wanna help me out here?"

"You know Tifa's going to kill you when she finds out that you've been writing smut about her and me for these parts to…" She trailed off, "What are you doing again?"

"Turning Fenrir into a flying motorbike."

"Why?"

"It's a flying motorbike Yang." Cloud replied, "It doesn't have to have a reason to exist, it just does."

"And why do you want my help?" Yang questioned.

"Because you managed to compress a shotgun-system into a pair of bracelets. I figure you can help me compress the stabilizer system so that I can have this act like a regular motorcycle when it's not flying."

Yang scoffed a bit, "You say that as if it's a challenge. What else can you give?"

"Don't tell Tifa what I've been doing, and you get second dibs after I'm done." Cloud offered.

"Deal!"

X: Flying motorcycles! Everyone wants one!

Pinkie: Yeah! Woo hoo!

Wade: That's great and all, you wanna read my fanfic?

X: It's just that AU thing where Steve and Tony are a married couple, and Spidey's their kid. It's filled with spelling errors, and you inserted yourself as Spidey's Boyfriend because it's you.

Alexis: Tweet tweet tweet?

X: As of right now, I'm in the middle of chapter 7.