maksyl family


For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Daniele. It’s super nice to meet you!

I made this video to show some love to two of the best groups of people on this planet: the hashtag Twizzlers and the Maksyl Fam.

When the people we admire most had first met (M&C + DWTS pros), these two groups of shippers also collided together. Even though we disagree on certain things, or we don’t ship the same thing (which, by the way, is PERFECTLY FINE because ships are all matters of opinion), I consider us one big giant family, and I adore every single one of you.

Our favorites love each other—there’s no reason why we can’t all love each other, too!

The video shows our lovely trio (also featuring Lord Sharna) having fun and enjoying themselves set to “Shake it Off” by Taylor Swift.

So, if you’re ever feeling stressed, sad, or annoyed by passive-aggressive anons who start ship wars, I hope you’ll watch this video and realize that the Twizzlers and the Maksyl Fam are one huge family and that every source of drama is irrelevant.

Forever sending each and every one of you my deepest respect and love<3


THESE PICTURES MAKE ME SO HAPPY! Family dinner. :’) I am SO beyond happy that Queen Meryl and Lady Janel got to hang out together. I had a feeling that they’d get along. I can just see them becoming awesome sisters. I need a hug fam, this is the best night we’ve had since the premiere. So many feels. 

Asking for prayers

I’ve been in a car accident with my grandmother and uncle. The other car did not have their lights on at night and my uncle passed from the impact. I was the driver and my family needs all the prayers we can get right now. I’m in a lot of pain and I can’t imagine what my grandmother is going through. She’s still in the hospital and has some broken ribs. She’s in pain mentally and emotionally. His daughter needs prayers too. His name was Jerome. Just need some positivity. Can’t help but feel broken. I know it’s not my fault but still …

To all potential and future peta anons...

Obviously that pic was from last night. And what was maks doing last night???? Posting his love and adoration for Meryl alllllll over alllllll his sm platforms. So if he was with peta, his heart obviously wasn’t in it as his mind was preoccupied with Meryl! I will post no peta anons with any other response than this. So come at me bro! Maksyl on my family!!!

You Again, Chapter 3!

Hey Maksyl fam!

It’s me again!

Alright, so after a grand total of 45 ASKS (I love you all so freaking much), I decided to give you the update you were asking for! I was going to wait a few more days but since I received the massive amount of feedback I decided to update today.

It took me way too long to update but schoolwork is kicking my ass right now.. Please forgive me?

I love you all so much and I hope you adore this chapter!

Keep reviewing/sharing your thoughts/sharing your ideas for future chapters! They will be incorporated somewhere into the story.

Without further adieu, here is Chapter 3 of ‘You Again!’


The camera crew comes today. Don’t forget that we’re reuniting for the first time in years, so act as happy as you possibly can. Big smiles. Big laughs. We clear?

Meryl’s phone buzzed to life in her lap. She glanced down, let out a martyred sigh, then replied to Val’s ‘friendly reminder’ with a quick Gotcha.

Val and Meryl still weren’t on the best of terms after the first few days. They had made a bit of progress—they could now stay in the same room without erupting into an explosive argument—but even that, admittedly, wasn’t much.

Part of her wanted to try to make peace with Val and move on from the whole thing, but the majority of her refused to back down. Backing down would mean submitting to Val’s name-calling, his yelling; his mistreatment it would mean going against the woman she had become to make nice with her ex-boyfriend’s fricking brother.

Meryl was not about to throw her dignity away to try to appease a man she wasn’t even sure she liked anymore.

If the two engaged in any type of argument, Meryl decided she would stand her ground and fight like the spitfire she was.

“Who was that?” Fedor’s anxious voice resonated from her computer’s speakers, abruptly drawing her out of her thoughts.

Honestly, if they hadn’t been videochatting, Meryl would have sighed at her boyfriend’s blatant display of jealousy.

They’d been having a decent conversation before the text, but she could already sense a change in direction was going to spin their chat on its head.

“It was no one, babe,” Meryl shook her head in quick dismissal.

“…Alright,” Fedor narrowed his eyes, skepticism evident in every part of his countenance. Meryl chose to ignore it.

As frustrated as Feddy seemed, he acquiesced.

“So, MerBear,” he chose a safe topic, “what’s it like to be back with your friends?”

Meryl’s eyes lit up at the mention of her longtime comrades.

“It’s great,” she squealed, Val’s borderline-hostile text long forgotten, “I got to see Dinah and Jim again! Tonight after filming I’m going to see Rudy and Jacque. I think it’ll be a lot of fun!”

Fedor chuckled, “I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself.” Then, in a softer tone, “Y’know, I miss you. The house is lonely without you..Our bed feels empty without you by my side.”

Oh yeah? Maybe you should have taken the chance to sleep with me when you had the chance instead of sleeping on the freaking couch. Meryl was momentarily stunned by how forcefully the bitter thought hit her.

“Yeah, Feddy, I know what you mean. The first few days were absolutely terrible,” she replied, willing the downright nasty thought out of her mind. “I’m just happy things are getting easier. I mean, I’m so busy all the time, I hardly have a spare moment to miss anything!”

She’d meant it as a lighthearted joke, but the second she saw his wounded expression, she realized she’d made a mistake.

“Well, Meryl; I’m glad things are getting easier for you. I’m still in hell, but hey; it’s good to know you’re over it all, even while I’m torturing myself waiting for your return,” he frowned.

Meryl’s was about to blurt out an emphatic ‘THAT’S-NOT-WHAT-I-MEANT,’ but he continued.

“It’s terrible to know that while I’m here, alone, you’re having the time of your life with your ex’s brother and his friends. It’s horrible…” he harshly expelled air from his mouth.

She was going to jump in with a pity-induced apology but Fedor hadn’t yet ended his rant.

“Honestly, Meryl, I just.. I wish you’d gotten off your high horse and agreed to not go back in the first place.”

“Wait, wait. What did you just say?” Meryl was floored by Fedor’s sudden adaption of an accusatory tone.

“Oh, stop it with the innocent act. You know what you’re doing isn’t fair to me. Hell, you just told me yourself that you don’t even miss me,” Fedor raved, fury flashing in his eyes.

Meryl paused, carefully choosing her next words. If there was any way she could avoid another confrontation, she’d try it. After all, she did have to go and meet Val in a little while, and she didn’t have the energy to battle it out with one handsome Ukrainian after another.

(On top of all of that, she still hadn’t told Charlie about her return to the show. She was certain he would have a few choice words about her decision…)

“Listen, Fedor. I do miss you—”

“Right,” Fedor let out a harsh laugh, his tone practically oozing condescension, “you miss me so much that you don’t mind taking the time out of one of our video chats to text another man back.”

“God, it was just Val,” she scoffed. Every ounce of self control was slipping out of her grasp.

“Is that fun fact supposed to make me feel better somehow? Tell me, Meryl, should I feel relieved that you chose to reply to your first love’s brother over me? Maybe you didn’t get the memo, but I don’t care who you’re talking to. If you’re replying to any man over me, we have a problem.”

Yep, that did it. The last shred of her sanity fell away.

“You know what, you freaking assbagel? I’m done with this conversation. Call me back when you get over your ridiculous jealousy and possessiveness issues.”

She slammed the laptop shut, effectively ending the Skype call.


Meryl stepped into the studio, a sense of dread manifesting in the pit of her stomach.

<i>Same directions as before.</i>

To distract herself, she shot a quick wave at Dinah, who returned Meryl’s greeting with a mischievous grin.

‘Talk later?’ Meryl mouthed, and the perky redhead nodded eagerly in reply. ‘Perfect,’ Meryl grinned back.

Okay: down the hall, to the left, elevator to 2nd floor, Room 10E.</i>

The trek to the room didn’t take as long as she’d wanted it to.

She was standing at the engraved door within minutes.

She exhaled slowly, twisting the brass doorknob to the left. The door clicked open hesitantly, and Meryl could just make out Val standing there, his expectant eyes glued to her door.

Just a bit further beyond him, the camera crew was recording. This, of course, meant she had to make her entrance absolutely perfect.

Don’t overthink this too much.

It was showtime.

Meryl re-shut the door, prepping herself for the performance of a lifetime. She paused for a beat, then flung the door open, shouting an all-too-giddy “surprise!”

Val let out a loud laugh at the sight of her and sprinted towards the door.
“Hell yeah,” he crowed happily, a giant grin splitting across his face. He was all smiles and laughter, and she made sure to be the same.

This is all fake. Fake, fake, fake.

The very second he reached Meryl, his strong arms engulfed her in a bear hug. Val twirled her in the air, making sure to keep his eyes locked on hers at all times. Around and around she soared, her (still famously-long) hair whipping behind her back as she spun.

Val kept his arms secured around her waist, even as he lowered her to the floor.

This was the welcome I wanted to begin with.

“Hello, Valentin Chmerkovskiy,” she giggled against his chest, and he pulled away to look her in the eyes.

“Why, hello, Meryl Davis,” his hands ran up and down her arms, an excited expression permanently plastered to his face. “God, I’m so freaking happy you’re my partner! I just know we can win this, Mer.”

She stuck her hand out for a high-five and he willingly indulged her, taking it a step further by intertwining their fingers together.

She tried (in vain) not to look so surprised.

Her apparent shock at the move was met with an overconfident smirk from Val.

“I’ve got you blushing already? I am good! Alright, so let’s get to work, Davis,” he drawled.

She recovered from her silence and playfully rolled her eyes. “What’s our first dance, Mr. Cockypants?”

“‘Mr. Cockypants’? What are we, five years old?” Val mocked, grinning.

“Just answer my damn question,” Meryl giggled, swatting at Val’s arm.

“Ouch,” he slapped an overdramatic hand to his chest, “you’re violent!”

“What dance are we doing?” Meryl repeated, slightly exasperated, slightly amused.

Val jogged over to the other side of the room, the prying eyes behind the cameras following him as he ran.

Woah. Was that…Was he holding a giant sign?;

“I’m actually glad you asked,” he winked, unfolding a large scroll of paper.

Sure enough, on the poster were three words crudely scribbled in Sharpie and decorated with a failed coloring attempt and a meager smiley face sticker to serve as punctuation.

“Cha cha cha,” she read the phrase on the poster aloud.

Then, because that in itself wasn’t enough, she tacked on a playful, “I don’t suppose you made this sign yourself?”

“Ha-ha-flipping-ha. I think you’re just jealous because I’m clearly a better artist than you will ever hope to be,” he grinned back.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” she quipped, causing Val to muss up her hair.


Eight Hours Later.

“Amazing work today, guys. Thank you for making my job so much easier!” Gary, the man specifically assigned to be <i>their</i> cameraperson, grinned over his shoulder.

“Any time, boss,” Val nodded, and Meryl let out an agreeable laugh.

The crew had just begun their departure, packing their mic packs and their high-def cameras. Still aware of their presence, however, Val wrapped a strong arm around Meryl and tugged her small frame against his.

Gary paused in the doorway at the affectionate gesture.

He turned back towards the duo again.

His eyes shifted between the two of them for a brief moment, a grin slowly lighting up his face. “I genuinely think we have enough footage to turn this into something magical.”

Meryl shot him a thumbs up, offering a kind smile, “Awesome! I can’t wait to see what production puts together!”

“Great! I’ll see you two lovebirds the day of the show!” Gary chuckled as the last of the crew cleared out, then shut the door behind him.

Once the crew was gone, Meryl lightly tugged herself out of Val’s slack grip.

“So, apparently we’re getting a magical storyline secured in our packages,” Meryl mused, more to herself than to Val.

“That’s what happens when you’re nice to people, Meryl. You get good things,” Val spoke, his voice devoid of the coldness Meryl had expected to be there.

Maybe pretending to be friends all day kind-of helped the reality of our situation? Or maybe he was just coming off of the ‘performing’ high?

“This is true,” she acknowledged, hoping to maintain their unspoken truce, “what do you think our story’s going to be?” Meryl grinned.

Val shot her a confused smile, but remained silent. He was clearly as lost as she.

A few beats of contemplative silence passed between them.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, disjointed comments began to connect themselves together.

Hold up…‘magical storyline’



She could immediately feel her heartbeat quicken as she realized the connection.

Oh my God.

She turned to face Val, whose face had paled.

Apparently he’d connected the dots, as well.

“You don’t think—?” He trailed off, too horrified to even finish the question.

“Oh, yeah,” she put her head in her hands, “we’ve definitely got ourselves a budding showmance.”

Val ran a hand through his hair, distressed.

So much for their possible reconnection.

“But why would they choose that storyline out of them all? Isn’t that angle a bit overplayed?” He shook his head fervently.

Any excuse to deny the inevitable.

“Normally, yes. But this season, your brother’s a judge,” she couldn’t help herself; she flinched at the very mention of Maks, “and you and I are partners. A showmance between us would create a whole new level of drama and excitement to she show, especially after the way things ended how they did… It’s just what the producers needed to make this season the ‘best one yet,’” Meryl’s voice was uncharacteristically hollow.

“What do we do?” Val’s voice was frantic.

“We can go to production and ask to switch up the storyline?” Meryl offered.

“No; we signed our contracts today. They now have the legal right to do whatever they want to do with the footage they have,” Val trailed off

“Then there’s only one thing to do,” she said slowly.

He turned to look at her, curious. She met his eyes with a dull certainty, a shared feeling of bitter acceptance passing between them.

“We go along with it.”

Random Maksyl Thought...

So I was just thinking about something… Does anyone remember the video that the Dancing With The Stars’s Instagram posted during Latin Week of Candace, Derek, and Meryl, when Meryl is sitting on Derek’s shoulders and they tell her to lean back? Well, I watched it again, and I just noticed that Meryl calls out for Maks when she’s afraid to lean back. I literally think that is the cutest thing ever because not only is Meryl calling on Maks when she got scared, but also, Maks is right there, following behind Meryl, ready to catch her if she does fall. But the thing that hit me at first was that Maks was telling her to lean back, and even though Maks follows her around the circle as a ‘just in case’, he doesn’t think she will fall because. I’ve come up with this because A) he tells her to lean back, and B) He would never put Meryl in a situation where she could get hurt intentionally. I guess my point is that even though Maks knew Meryl would be fine, he could sense that Meryl had a little fear and he was right there for her, no matter what, and that makes Maks 300% perfect and Maksyl even that more perfect. What do you all think?

News :)

My journey is changing…….

As of this Fall I am officially going to be a BALLROOM DANCER!

This has been an incredible dream of mine for years & I’m so excited, grateful and happy to finally have it come true. I hope you all join me on this new journey of mine :))) One step closer to DWTS. Justtt kidding haha

Ahhh I seriously cannot explain my excitement. Love you all xo <3

No matter what...

No matter what happens tonight, we gave them all of us and we fought hard until the end! I’m so proud to be a part of this amazing family. The way we all came together last night is something so special. I really want to say no matter what we have each other, but who am I kidding, I want them to win more than anything. I want to win for Meryl & for Maks & for this entire family because we deserve it <3 Through all the ups & the downs we stuck together & this journey has been more than incredible. I have my fingers crossed times a million that our babies are holding that trophy at the end of tonight as the new champions. In my heart I know we have it, I know we won. But that doesn’t scare me any less.. haha It’s going to be an emotional night & I can’t believe this is all coming to an end. Moment of truth….My favorite season & my favorite fanbase (fam) THE BEST. I’m so grateful to have met you all and I love you so much! <3