Author's Note (Monster): Hi guys! It's been 3 years since this story got another one-shot added to the mix. I planned on doing a new chapter about a specific story but I haven't gotten around to reading said story (or asking the author if it's okay to do a chapter about it). I'm still working on Blue Brute, still writing American Tragedy updates. I might not actually post weekly but I'll try to keep up. Replies to the old reviews below. Enjoy.

Danny x J-Dog

"Did he just…?"

Danny blinked at his screen. He refreshed the page but the post was still there as he showed it to Charlie. "He fucking did."

Charlie snickered and patted Danny on the shoulder. "Awe, cute, I'll be sure to attend your wedding", he turned around the walk away, no longer leaning over the backrest of the armchair. Danny put his knees onto the armchair to lean over the backrest and tried to grab Charlie but he missed. "COWARD!"

"Who's a coward?"

Danny cast a look over his shoulder, finding Johnny sipping a Starbucks cup, sunglasses to hide his massive hangover from the night before. Danny and Charlie had been waiting for the other bandmembers in the downstairs lobby of the hotel but it seemed as if Johnny had been out for a while already. The lobby was noisy with many people coming and going. Seemed like a busy day.

"Thought you'd be snoozing till noon", Danny noticed.

Johnny shrugged. "Surprisingly not tired with three hours of sleep after our wild adventures. Don't ask me how I did it but I naturally woke up well-rested at 7 am. Didn't want to jinx it by going back to sleep and waking up moody."

"Smart move", Danny admitted. "Rude of you not to bring us coffee", he added with a nod to the cup in his hands and a smirk. Johnny cocked his head and stuck out a second Starbucks cup. "As if I'd forget about you."

"Just one? None for the others?" Danny asked, taking the cup before Johnny would change his mind. Johnny gave half a shrug. "I only have two hands, didn't feel like balancing a tray so I bought one for whoever I encountered first."

Danny took a sip and made a face. "Dude, all black?"

"Yeah, I don't know what your picky asses like. Be glad I brought you one!" Johnny huffed. Danny shook his head. "I'm spitting into yours next time I bring you anything at all."

"Imagine going to the bakery and spitting into the paper bag of bread rolls over this", Johnny shook his head with a grin. "That's an image."

"I'll make it a slimy one for you", Danny thrust his cup up at him and mindlessly took another sip before wincing again.

He got up out of the armchair. "Have you seen J-Dog or Funny Man yet?"

"So Charlie was the coward?" Johnny asked. Danny smirked. "Yeah, dude walked away before I could punch him."

"Why did you want to punch him?" Johnny wondered.

"He was a dick to me about J-Dog's post on Instagram", Danny huffed. Johnny cocked his head. "What post?"

"The one he tagged #Derillo", Danny huffed.

Johnny laughed. "He tagged his post Derillo? Was it one with you in it?"

"Yeah, us both", Danny grumbled. "Fucking idiot."

Danny took Johnny's cup out of his hands, opened his own and poured some out of Johnny's into his before handing it back to him. "I can't have it all black, sorry."

"Mine's a strawberry Frappuccino though", Johnny muttered. "I already had a coffee way earlier."

Danny scrunched his nose. "I just mixed strawberry Frappuccino with my coffee, didn't I?"

He carefully took a sip while Johnny made a gagging motion. Danny shrugged. "It's surprisingly better than all black."

"Gross, Danny, gross", Johnny shuddered. "But no, I haven't seen J-Dog or Funny Man but I'm guessing Funny Man's snoozing the time of his life after spending a couple of months with the babies at home."

"Who would blame him", Danny shrugged. "Do I need to tell J-Dog to change the tag?"

"Yeah", Johnny cringed. "Charlie and I kept up our item thing up for years and we're still hearing all kinds of shipping left and right. It was cute when we were younger but now? We've outgrown it. We've got families, dude."

"Like you've outgrown partying and drinking?" Danny teased. Johnny stuck out his tongue. "We've only matured when someone asks about it. In words we have. In deeds, we have not."

Johnny looked up and past Danny. "Hey Jay."

Danny turned to find J-Dog who just entered the lobby of the hotel, looking like death just left him. "There he is."

"Here I am", J-Dog said, rubbing his head. His hair stuck out in all directions.

"You look extremely well-rested", Johnny smirked. J-Dog flipped him off before snatching the Starbucks cup out of his hands and sipping it. He winced and handed it back. "Fucking fruity drinker."

"Danny's got a coffee", Johnny nodded at Danny. J-Dog attempted to grab for the cup but Danny lifted it out of his grasp. "No way, it's mine. Learn to handle your liquor instead."

"Oh fuck off. At least I don't go telling everyone I love them when I'm drunk", J-Dog grinned. Danny's face fell. "I did that ONCE!"

"But you did it the night before Johnny got the question in an interview so you've been eternalised as the overly attached drunk", J-Dog teased him.

"Yeah, well, you've eternalised us nicely on your IG", Danny shot back at him. J-Dog raised an eyebrow. "My IG?"

"Why'd you tag your pic Derillo?"

"Decker – Murillo friendship, dude. Do you have a problem with that tag?" J-Dog asked, looking like the most innocent man on Earth but Danny and Johnny exchanged a look.

"Change the tag, Jay", Danny asked.

"But they love the tag. I've been getting comments about it since I posted it", J-Dog complained.

"Of course they love the tag. They think you tagged us in a relationship", Danny deadpanned. He swirled his cup before taking another gulp. Now he was starting to taste the strawberry Frappuccino mixed into his black coffee and it was absolutely nasty. He stuck out the cup to J-Dog who gratefully took it. "Huh? Oh! Like a couple's name? Nah, they know we're married. To other people, I mean."

"Yeah, but they probably think you're supporting the ship", Danny shook his head. J-Dog knocked back the cup and made a face. "Ew, what did you put in there?"

"Strawberry Frappuccino", Johnny muttered.

"What's a ship?" J-Dog asked Danny.

"Relationship", Danny clarified. "You and me dating."

Johnny's eyebrows lifted in an amazed expression: "The most popular ship in the Undead Army actually."

"Really?" J-Dog asked. He sipped the cup, winced and gave them both a look. "Really?! Danny and I?"

"Yeah", Danny shrugged. "They like us together so tagging us Derillo, is really adding fuel to the dumpster fire of shipping with our fans."

"But why us?" J-Dog asked.

"Because you introduced Danny to us and somehow that's fuel. Plus you wore his clothes at one point", Charlie piped up, joining in on the conversation as he popped up between Danny and Johnny. Danny punched him in the arm.

"OW! Why'd you do that?"

"For the wedding comment", Danny grumbled.

"I wore his clothes as a joke", J-Dog complained. Danny shrugged it off. "It's just fan stuff. Let them be. Just delete the tag and we'll be good."

"Okay", J-Dog reluctantly agreed.

"Where's Funny Man?" Charlie asked, looking around as if he only now noticed they forgot about the homie Funny Man.

"Asleep", J-Dog said. "He's gonna use the tour to catch some sleep before going home to the kids."

"As it should be", Johnny nodded. "We should let him sleep then."

"Yeah. We should go out into the city and take pictures of our favourite couple, Derillo", Charlie teased, elbowing Danny. Danny rolled his eyes and J-Dog took out his phone. "Changing it. Now."

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