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Name(s): danielle, people used to call me bloop and danwhale but they don't anymore lol

Pronouns: she/her

Star sign: leo

number of siblings & fun facts about them (if you have any): one younger brother

number of pets & their names: 4 cats (olive, gracie, fluffy, brownie), 1 turtle (named after my brother bc it's his and he was 5 when he got it lol)

Fandoms: all time low, 5sos, set it off, boys like girls, hot chelle rae, pedro pascal, ghost from cod lol

Favorite color: grey

Favorite song: right now, it's "the sound of letting go" by all time low !!!!!

Favorite author (of anything readable-- books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!): john green bc i'm a basic ass white girl

Hobbies: art (@ablogformyart), writing (@daniellesimagines)

Favorite fic type: enemies to lovers!!!!!!! also soulmate and royal aus :')

Favorite holiday: christmas

Do you have any partner(s)? (romantic, qpp, anything!): nope

Fun facts about you / anything extra you wanna share!: uhh i've been told it's weird that i pop the pill before i take the drink so that i guess lmao

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[daniellesimagines]

Try It Again (Ashton Irwin) - Part 1 *

submitted by @palayeeeroyale

Trigger warning: Rape, PTSD, having to use a safe word (idk if being in a ‘needing to use the safe word’ situation is a trigger but i’d rather be safe than sorry)

~

Seven months ago, someone had violated you sexually. It wasn’t like you were asking for it; all you had on that day was your boyfriend’s hoodie over a Green Day shirt, and a pair of skinny jeans. And it wasn’t like you didn’t try to put up a fight; it was just you couldn’t. You didn’t know what he drugged you with, or how he got it, but you knew one thing: this guy wanted you to suffer. 

This drug paralyzed you – you couldn’t move, scream, and blinking was barely an option – but your mind was wide awake. It was some drug that doctors used, so you don’t know how he managed to get his hands on it. But you could remember everything: the pain on your lower half, the disgusting smell of his breath, the sound of him getting off to your agony, everything. 

This, obviously, fucked you up mentally. 

You had nightmares every night for months, waking up drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Eventually, that turned into sleep paralysis – your demon being the man who made you no longer feel safe no matter where you were – and this made you freak out more because the feeling of being paralyzed made you have panic attacks at 3 in the morning. 

But if there’s one thing that’s been the biggest help throughout all of this, it’s your boyfriend Ashton.

Your journey through recovery would’ve been a whole lot harder if it weren’t for him. He’s comforted you through all the nightmares, been so gentle around you, held you after a panic attack or PTSD episode, being more than willing to wait for you to be 100% ready to have sex again, among many other things. 

You feel guilty that he has to basically take care of you – you even tried to convince him to leave you, but he completely dismissed the idea of that in your time of need. He’d tell you that this was not your fault, that you shouldn’t have to suffer through this at all, let alone all by yourself. He’s been there for you for 4 years, and he isn’t gonna stop just because one guy couldn’t keep it in his pants.

You’ve gotten better since the incident. The nightmares were less frequent, and the sleep paralysis barely made an appearance anymore. You were getting less startled by every little thing, and you were able to talk about it more to your therapist without breaking down into another episode. 

Now, you and Ashton were sitting on the couch, watching a movie with his arm wrapped around your shoulders and your head on his chest. Well, you weren’t really watching it, you were just feeling content in your loving boyfriend’s arms, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the rumble in his chest whenever the movie’s characters did/said something funny. You looked up at him, just wanting to admire your beautiful boyfriend.

You take in his features for a bit before he looks down at you. He smiles sweetly and lovingly at you, and you at him. You both lean in to kiss each other, a quick but loving peck, before pulling away only a few inches away from your faces. Your eyes flicker down to his lips before meeting his again, and he does the same. 

You both lean in again, but this kiss lasted longer. It wasn’t teeth-bumpingly aggressive, but it was passionate and slow. He carefully rests his hands on your waist, and you give him the okay to continue by wrapping your hands around his neck. He pulls you onto his lap, and you lick his bottom lip so make this kiss deeper. You two explore each other’s mouths for a bit when a feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time started to build up.

Desire, lust, want, longing, horny – whatever you wanted to call it.

You tug on the hairs on the nape of Ashton’s neck, causing him to let out a deep groan, before backing away. You chase after his lips, this kiss lasting shortly before he pulls away again.

“Baby, we need to stop here,” he giggles. He isn’t mad about having to stop, he just wants you to feel safe.

“But I don’t wanna stop,” you inform him. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“But-”

“I think I wanna try again.” 

His eyes widen in shock, “Baby, are you sure? I don’t want you to do this for me, I want you to-”

“This isn’t just for you,” you say truthfully. Though you did feel bad that you’ve been depriving him of sex for over half a year, you also wanted to be close to him again. “I really want to do this.”

He looks at you hesitantly, still unsure if he should let this continue. You kiss him deeply, grinding down on his lap, cutting off his thoughts and making him groan again.

“Okay, okay!” he giggles at your eagerness. You laugh along with him. “But as soon as you’re feeling even the slightest bit uncomfortable, you promise me you safe-word out,” he says seriously.

You nod, “I promise.”

“Pinky swear?” he holds out his pinky finger. You take one of your hands that were on the back of his neck and wrap your little finger around his.

“Pinky swear.”

“Ok, you remember the safe word?”

“Red light?”

“Yes. Now if you feel the need to stop at all, you yell that out, ok?”

“Okay,” he smiles at you, leaning back in once more to continue your makeout session.

His tongue immediately entered your mouth and you continued your grinding, wanting to hear more of his sexy noises. You felt his hardening length grow underneath your butt as he runs his hands up and down your body.

He puts his hand underneath your bottom and lifts you up off the couch. Without ever disconnecting your lips, he carries you to your shared bedroom. He drops you both on the bed, putting himself on top of you. He pulls away to kiss you down your neck. 

The feeling of another person on you gives you an unsettling feeling. You shake it off quickly though, not wanting to stop this early on. Ashton starts sucking and licking on that one spot on your neck that causes you to moan out.

“Ash,” you breathe out. He looks at you with a smile.

“I’m gonna take your shirt off, okay?” he states. He wants to make sure that you know exactly what he’s doing, so you aren’t surprised or scared at all. You nod and sit up. He threw your shirt off into some corner of the room before asking, “Are you okay? Still wanna continue?” You nod and he returns to your lips. 

You start to unbutton his shirt, him shrugging it off as soon as the last button was undone. You two keep shedding clothes until you were both nude, him in between your legs with his length in his hand.

This picture brings back that unsettling feeling. The feeling was accompanied by an image – an image you’ve been trying to forget for seven months. But when he asks “Are you sure?” again, you ignore the feeling and nod to him, wanting to be physically close to the love of your life once again.

He pushes himself in and lets out a guttural moan. You bury your head in his shoulder so he doesn’t see the discomfort in your face and the tears in your eyes. You try your best to fight the memories and just let yourself enjoy the moment, but it was a losing battle. You didn’t want to stop for Ashton’s sake but you were close to another episode. You had to get out of this. You didn’t want this anymore. You need it to stop.

“Y/N…” Ashton moans.

“R-Red light!” you cry, “Red light! Red light! P-Please stop! I can’t!” 

Ashton immediately pulled out and threw himself to the opposite end of the bed as soon as you used your safe word. He was no longer erect – his body is now full of pure concern for you, who’s crying into your hands. He doesn’t try to come closer, knowing that the last thing you want right now is to be touched. So he just sits there; watching the women he loves sob and hiccup because of him and her traumatic past.

“Y/N? Baby, do… Do you want me to leave you alone for a second…?” he asks softly. 

He isn’t hurt when you nod your head. He understands that you need a minute to collect your thoughts. He stands up off the bed and puts his underwear and sweatpants back on. 

“Okay, princess, I’ll be in the living room, alright?” You nod again, and he sighs.

He wants nothing more than to hold you and tell you how much he loves you. But he knows that doing that may make this worse, so he quietly exits the door with glossy eyes.

You sit curled up, naked on your bed, crying and whimpering for a few moments. When you finally manage to calm yourself down, you let out a final sniff and wipe your wet hands on the sheets below you. 

You put on your underwear after finding the place that Ash had tossed them, put on one of his button-down polka-dotted shirts. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you wipe off the wet stains on your face and brush away the hair that stuck to your forehead and cheeks. You muster up the strength to walk out the bedroom with your arms wrapped around yourself.

When you walk in the living room, you see your shirtless boyfriend standing behind the couch with a glass of water in his hand, watching the movie that you two had left on. Or maybe it was another movie that had been on autoplay. You honestly didn’t know.

You walk over silently to stand behind him, and wrap your arms around his waist and resting your cheek on his back between his shoulder blades. He lets out a breath of relief, glad you aren’t mad or scared of him. But the next words that you said nearly stunned him to silence.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, choking up again. He leans over the couch – making you release him – and rests his glass on the cushion, not really caring if it spilled since it was just water. He spun around and wrapped you up tightly in a hug.

“Princess, you have no reason to apologize. I’m not upset that we had to stop, not even a little bit,” he rubs your back as you press your face into his collar bone, “In fact-” He pushes you back slightly by your shoulders. “-I’m extremely proud of you.” You raise an eyebrow in confusion as he continued. “I was so afraid that you wouldn’t say anything and just let me continue. That you weren’t gonna push me off for my sake,” he pushes some of your hair behind your ear, “I don’t wanna be the one who scares you, or puts you in pain. You know that. If I found out that I came inside you when you were silently suffering, I’d never forgive myself. I’m so glad you ‘red-light’-ed out, baby. Please never be afraid to tell me that you’re uncomfortable.” As he tells you this, you see tears build up in his eyes before a few fell down his face.

“But… But what if I’m never ready?” you swallow thickly.

“Then me and righty are about to get really reacquainted,” he jokes, shaking his right hand in the air, making you laugh that beautiful laugh he loves so much. 

He can’t wait to make you laugh for the rest of your lives. But until then, he has to worry about jumping over this hurdle before he tries the next one.

Part 2

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get to know me!!!!!

tagged by @wild-penguin (but not really 😇😇)!!!!!!

1. Are you named after anyone? yeh

2. When was the last time you cried? like two days ago

3. Do you have kids? no @ my aunts, and i dont want any so stop asking!!!!!

4. Do you use sarcasm often? every day of my life

5. What’s the first thing you notice about a person? maybe sense of humor?? i dont really meet new people very much

6. What’s your eye color? blue

7. Scary movie or happy ending? happy for sure lmao i hate scary movies 

8. Any special talents? i’ve been told i’m good at art i guess

9. Where were you born? indiana

10. What are your hobbies? art lmao. listening to music. playing minecraft. writing. 

11. Do you have any pets? yes and they’re always getting into trouble

12. What sports have you played? i was never on any teams but i loved playing soccer at recess lmao

13. How tall are you? 5′3′’ im a short beech

14. Favorite subject in school? algebra

15. Dream job? probably an author or smthn

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tagged by @snugglyducklingbrewhouse!!!! (and finally getting around to doing it lmao soz m love u)

i love my lil worm dude 🥺🥺

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Shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people

tagged by @snugglyducklingbrewhouse!!!!!

1. missing you - all time low 2. like we did (windows down) - the maine 3. my wish - rascal flatts 4. happy all the time - set it off ft skyler acord 5. life is a highway - rascal flatts 6. heathens - twenty one pilots 7. it follows - waterparks 8. fallout - marianas trench 9. stay the night - state champs 10. under a paper moon - all time low

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[daniellesimagines]

Try It Again (Ashton Irwin) - Part 2 *

submitted by @palayeeeroyale

Part 1

Trigger warning: Mentions of rape, PTSD

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“-and then I rolled down my window like ‘I’m so sorry, Shia LaBeouf!’ and then he- Ash? Ashton, are you even listening?” Michael interrupted his story when he saw that his friend sitting passenger in his car staring at his phone.

“Hmm?” Ashton murmurs, finally looking up, “Oh sorry, mate, I was just texting Y/N.” The rest of the band nods, understanding that Michael’s story is the last thing Ash is concerned about. The boys decided to carpool to the studio today rather than be in separate cars.

“How’s she doing? She still having sleep trouble?” Calum asked.

“She’s been doing better, actually. She still has nightmares from time-to-time, but she hasn’t had any sleep paralysis in a few months. And she’s starting to get more confident,” Ashton informed the three curious boys, finally sliding his phone back in his pocket. 

Luke, Michael, and Calum were all worried about you as well. Being with Ashton meant being around them a lot, so it was inevitable for you four to be close to each other. Their respective significant others and you were all really close as well, you and Sierra were even to be bridesmaids in Michael and Crystal’s wedding. So when the tragic incident happened, everyone was understandably scared about you; There wasn’t a single dry eye in the hospital room the day you were admitted.

“How has she become more confident?” the long-haired singer asked from his seat behind the eldest boy of the group.

Ashton sighed, not sure if he should even tell them something as personal as this. But he looked at the concerned faces staring back at him – all except Michael, who was driving – and knew that they aren’t gonna make too big of a deal out of it like they normally did whenever one of them talked about their sex life, he decided to.

“You have to promise me you won’t mention to Y/N that I told you…” All three boys nodded, confused as to what the answer could possibly be. “Recently, we tried to have sex again.”

“Y-You didn’t make her, did you?” the kiwi boy asked hesitantly.

“No! God, no! I would never!” Ashton yelled, very offended by the question. Calum shrunk back under the hateful glare that Ashton was sending him.

“Well, how’d it go?” Michael tried to ease the tension, “Did you two finish?”

“No, she safe-worded out. But I’m so fucking glad she did. I was terrified she would’ve just let me have my way with her, y’know? I would’ve felt terrible if I knew that I fucked her while she was having flashbacks of what happened.” The boys simply nod. 

The Tesla was silent for a minute before Michael brought up an idea.

“Why don’t you let her be in charge or something…?” he offered. Ashton looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, yeah! Let her be on top so she won’t get scared of you being on her,” Calum included. Ashton sat there quietly, taking in the suggestions the boys were throwing at him.

“That’s not a bad idea at all. Like, make her feel like she has complete control of the situation?”

The drummer earned a simultaneous “Yes!” “Yeah!” “Exactly!” in response. He hadn’t really thought about that. 

Ashton was never one to be submissive. He liked his dominance. He liked having power over someone – a person who would do anything to please him whenever he so desired. 

He tried giving up the power once with you during the early stages of your relationship, and although it was enjoyable, it wasn’t something he was into doing regularly. You accepted this, since you two were just experimenting at the time, and stuck ‘femme-dom’ under the metaphorical list of kinks that you two weren’t gonna pursue.

But now, he’s never heard of a more perfect idea. Letting you have total control of what you do and what he does? It’s brilliant!

“That’s such a fucking good idea, Mike,” he looks at the guitarist in complete awe.

“Thanks,” he stated proudly, “You only get one good one out of me per year.”

“More like per millennia…” the other blonde mumbled.

“Shut up, Luke!”

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Ashton held onto the idea of you two switching roles for about three weeks. 

He wasn’t gonna come up to you with the idea – he was gonna wait until you wanted to have sex again. He didn’t want you to feel like you were being rushed, so he decided to be patient. He assumed you weren’t gonna want to try anything again for another few months, but your words one day during dinner made him nearly start choking on his food.

“Ash, I wanna try having sex again,” you stated casually. The black-haired boy started to cough, startled by the proposition. After he had finally swallowed the pasta, he responded.

“Princess, it’s only been a couple weeks. Don’t you wanna wait a little longer?” he looks at you, who’s now standing the other side of the table beside him, with uncertainty.

“Please, Ashton! I want to be close with you again. I want you to make love to me. I wanna make you feel good.” That last sentence slipped out. As soon as you said it, the boy’s eyes softened.

“Baby, don’t feel like you should try having sex again for me. I’m perfectly okay going without sex if it means that you’re getting better. Your therapist said that if you were to have another PTSD episode, it could set you back. You could have your night terrors again, or your sleep paralysis… I don’t want to hurt you or your recovery.”

“I know what Dr. Torrence said. But I miss you – I miss the intimacy and the passion between us. Please, Ashton; I know you’re worried, but this is something I really wanna try one more time,” you try to persuade. He looks at you in thought for a while before making a decision.

“I’ve actually thought of a way that could help you get through it, but I’ll tell you what. Next Saturday, if you’re still 100% sure you wanna try it again, then we’ll do it. I just want to make sure this isn’t some kind of ‘in the moment’ thing or whatever. I don’t wanna hurt you, princess,” Ashton puts his hand on your cheek. You place a hand on his wrist and look at him with understanding eyes.

“Okay, next Saturday sounds good,” you smile. He returns the gesture, then kisses your nose just to see your face scrunch up like it does every time he kisses you there.

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One week later

Now it’s next Saturday, and the want to have sex with your boyfriend only grew stronger. You wanted to give it another go – you really believe that can do it and not freak out.

You two were in your bedroom, kissing each other passionately. You both stand there for a bit before either one of you speak.

“Baby, take off my shirt,” he mumbles against your lips. You oblige, swiftly unbuttoning everything. You wait for him to do the same for you, but never makes the motion.

“Aren’t you gonna take my clothes off?”

“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head, “I want you to have total control over everything. You can take off your clothes when you want, you can touch me when you want, you can tell me where to touch you – everything.” You blink at him, surprised. Him being so willing to give up all the power to you nearly brings you to tears. But you try not to ruin the moment, so you take off your shirt.

Shedding both of your clothes, you pull Ashton towards the bed. You lay down and pull him on top of you. But that position only lasts only a second before he flips you both over. You looked at him in shock for the second time.

“Like I said, you have the whole say so,” he reminded you. You smile down at the raven-haired boy below you. 

You take him in your hand and line him up at your entrance, the both of you groaning at this feeling of you sinking down on him. You pause a moment, adjusting to the length, before bouncing up and down.

This seems…natural. 

You have no unsettling feeling and, for the first time in eight months, your head is clear of any of any of the horror that you’ve experienced. You and Ashton were having sex… 

And you were enjoying it.

“Ashton, touch me,” you commanded.

“Where, baby girl?”

You shake your head, “I don’t care – anywhere. Please.”

Ashton immediately reaches to your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples. You moan out his name louder as you were getting closer to your high.

“You close, princess?” You nod. “Me too. Come for me.”

You take one of his hands that were on your boob and brought it down to your core, hoping he would understand what you wanted. Luckily, he did, using his fingers to circle your clit. A couple more bounces and you released all over his length, causing Ashton to finish as well. Once you’ve both come down from your highs, you pull off of him and lay down next to him.

You two lay there silently for a bit, just enjoying being next to each other…

Then Ashton heard it: your sniff.

You were crying.

His stomach dropped, and his heart started pounding. 

Fuck, no no no. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen; You were supposed to safe-word out. God dammit, he fucked this up. He fucked everything up. He hurt you and now you were gonna reset all the progress you had just made recovering. 

God fucking dammit.

“Baby…” he whispers. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been mor-” He stops when he hears you laughing. You look at him with a large smile as his eyebrows furrow.

“I did it!” you announce, “I fucking did it!” Your tears flow harder, but your smile somehow gets wider.

“Wait, what?”

“Ashton… I had sex! And I liked it!” you sit up, “Holy shit, I had an orgasm again! I never thought I’d be able to do that again! Oh my god!” Your happy tears turned into happy sobs. 

Your boyfriend let out the biggest sigh of relief, before sitting up as well to hug you. You rest your head on his chest.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, princess,” he kissed the top of your head. 

You look up at him with teary eyes, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being there for me. For waiting for me to be ready again. For letting me be dominant so we can do this, even though you aren’t used to it. For everything.” Ashton smiles, softly taking your chin in his hand and kissing your lips.

“I’d do anything for you.”

[daniellesimagines]

OMG YOURE WRITING FOR DAMIEN I FUCKING LOVE HIM AND NOW I FUCKING LOVE YOU EVEN MORE AHHHHHHHHHHH

i love him lily, he makes me so soft 🥺🥺

[daniellesimagines]

He’s With Us (Michael Clifford) *

submitted by @palayeeeroyale

Warnings: Mention of domestic abuse and child abuse

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You and Michael had been together for a while – been with each other for five years, married for about one and a half. With that amount of time, the mentioning of children had come up quite a few times. Both you and Michael were all for it, excited to raise a child together.

The first time the mention of raising kids was brought up, you told him that you wanted to adopt. You were perfectly capable of having children of your own – there was no problem of you being able to get pregnant – you just had always wanted to adopt a child rather than going through labor. Michael wasn’t on board at first, but once you told him that there are many orphaned and/or homeless children around the globe and that you wanted to be able to give at least one of them a home, he was all for it.

This led you to a local foster home, where the foster mother was a good friend of yours. After looking through multiple files, you two fell in love with a 6-year-old boy named Matias. He had dark chocolate hair, the most beautiful set of green eyes, and an adorable smile that showed a gap between his two front teeth. You told your friend you were interested in adopting this boy. She told you that he comes from a dark past, so don’t ask him about it and just wait for him to tell you.

You did the whole process of adoption – having someone at your house and interviewing you two to see if you were able to raise a child, meeting the young boy to see if he liked you two (which he did), making a room and buying everything to go into it, filling out all the papers: the whole nine yards. Once the process was complete, you were finally able to say that you had a family. You took the boy home, showed him around, and started your life as a mom with a family.

All that leads to today: a few weeks after Matt’s first day home. You and your husband had had some tension between you two all day and, after you put Matias to sleep, you and Michael went at each other’s throats. 

The two of you just let out all your stress and frustrations out on one another verbally. It didn’t register to either of you how loud you were being, nor had either of you noticed the little 6-year-old on the staircase. He was getting really scared by the yelling, having a Pavlovian response to it. He had silent tears coming down his face, and he knew he had to stop it. 

He didn’t want you to go to away like his first mommy.

Both of you were startled by the sudden “NO!” coming from behind Michael. Before he could even process what had just happened, he felt tiny hands try to shove him away from you. Though the boy was small, the shock of what just happened caused Michael to take a few steps backwards. Matias then wrapped his short arms as tight as he could around your waist, shaking and crying. You picked him up and he clung to you like a koala would a tree.

“Hey, baby, shh… What’s wrong, love?” you try to coax him into calming down, but your words fell on deaf ears.

“Bud-“ Michael stepped toward you and the child, but was only met with more screaming.

“NO, DON’T HURT HER!” He yells, clinging even tighter. Michael froze, afraid to move or speak. He felt useless but, more than anything, he was confused – why would Matt think he was gonna hurt you?

“Baby, Mikey wasn’t gonna hurt me…” you reassure, walking him over to the couch so you could see him better.

“B-but h-he-he was y-yelling, an-and-” he blubbered, unable to get words out properly.

“Mikey yells all the time, buddy,” Michael says, “He’s very loud – even when he’s happy-” He tries to get him to smile. Matias giggles a bit, letting Michael try again at moving closer. This time, the child let him. “-but that doesn’t mean he’s gonna hurt Y/N. I love Y/N so much, and I would never, ever, hurt her on purpose.” Michael squats beside the couch, laying his chin on the armrest and stroking his back while he sits in your lap, laying his head on your chest. 

You three sit in silence for a few minutes, wondering why would he ever think that Michael would do such a thing? Until it finally dawned on you.

“Matty…?” you said gently, and he sat up and looked at you, “Did your old daddy hit your mommy…?” Michael’s eyes widened at the realization – he hadn’t even thought about that, but it makes much more sense now that you’ve mentioned it. The boy looks down at his lap and nods slowly.

“My first daddy would yell at my mommy. And whenever he yelled, he hurt her too,” he explained, “He wouldn’t hurt me because Mommy told him not to. Mommy told me to hide when Daddy was drinking his grown-up juice. Then the policeman told me that Mommy went to heaven.” You and Michael looked at each other. 

“How… Do you know why she went to heaven…?” he hesitantly asked him.

“Umm… I remember another policeman saying a big word about my mommy, but I don’t know what it means. S-… s-su-… soo-… su-“

“…suicide?” Michael hesitantly finished.

“Yeah, that word! What does it mean?” he looked at the both of you curiously. Michael looked at the young child with sadness in his eyes, and you did the same.

“We’ll tell you when you’re a bit older,” he says as he continues to stroke his back. By now, his crying had calmed down as he told the story of his life before the Clifford household. “Hey, Buddy…” Michael went on carefully, “D-Did…your daddy hurt you after your mummy went away…?”

Matias slowly nodded, giving you the answer that the both of you were afraid of. You sat there with tears running down your face at the poor boy’s story, and you could see that Michael was trying to hold it together as well. 

“Well, Buddy, I promise you that I will never hurt you or Y/N,” Michael promised, “I love you so much and I will protect you from anything that tries to hurt either of you.”

“More than pizza?” the child’s eyes widened. Michael chuckled at his comment.

“I love you more than all the pizza in the world,” he told him. Matias gasped and immediately hugged his neck.

“That’s a whole lot of love!” Both you and Michael laughed.

“Alright, baby,” you finally spoke again, “Let’s get you back in bed, huh?” You kissed his temple before Michael picked him up off of your lap. You both walked to his room and tucked him into bed.

“How about tomorrow, we go to the mall and pick you out some toys?” Michael suggested, “This room is seriously lacking in stuffies.” The boy’s eyes widened and he excitedly nodded, before rubbing his eyes and yawning. “Alright, bud, sleep well.” He kissed his forehead and you did the same.

“Goodnight, Mommy. Goodnight, Daddy.” He said as he fell asleep. Both of you smiled at the phrase, happy that he was comfortable enough to call you his parents. You followed Michael to your son’s door and slowly shut it behind you.

The two of you stood silently out in the hallway for a moment, just looking at each other. Michael held out his hand for you to take, and led you to your shared room. He took off his pants and glasses, and laid down in bed with you as you curled into his chest. 

Suddenly, you started crying onto his collarbone. You were silent about it, apart from the sniffles – which were what gave it away that you were upset.

“Hey, don’t cry, princess,” Michael cooed gently, “He’s okay now; He’s with us.” 

You didn’t say anything, you just continued to let the tears fall. He rubbed your back as he said no more, just trying to lull you to sleep. 

Eventually, the crying tired you out and you were unconscious. Michael let one tear fall as well, before falling asleep next to you.

[daniellesimagines]

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You wave goodbye to your friend, laughing at what they had just said before exiting their bus. You skipped across the gravel, cheerfully making your way to your boyfriend’s tour bus. You were so excited when Awsten had asked you to go on tour with him and his best friends. All the places you’ll see, things you’ll learn, all beside the love of your life? Who would turn that down? You were so happy that you weren’t going to have to go months and months without seeing the highlighter-haired moron.

Nearing the Waterparks bus, your smile grew wider. Ready to just be with your boyfriend of two and a half years, you eagerly make your way up the steps of the vehicle. Though, your day does a complete 180 when you reach for the door just as somebody was exiting it. Clearly not realizing that somebody was behind it, the other person swings the door fast enough to knock you off the steps and onto your back. The force of your body hitting the gravel caused all the air to be knock out of your lungs, your body momentarily forgetting how to breathe.

“Oh shit!” you hear a familiar voice exclaim. Low and behold, turns out that it was your aforementioned boyfriend who was on the other side of the door. “Oh fuck, baby. You okay? Breathe, love, you aren’t breathing. Shit shit shit, uh… try to take a deep breath for me.” He panics as he kneels down beside you, placing his hand behind your head. He takes a hold of your hand with his free one as he tries to remind you how to use your lungs.

It didn’t take long before your body realized that it needed oxygen. You gasped deeply, trying to take in as much of a deep breath as possible. Awsten sighs in relief that you can breathe properly again. As soon as he felt that he had knocked over someone with the bus door, he immediately felt terrible for harming them. But once he saw that it was you laying in front of the tour but, he felt nauseous. He never wanted to see you in pain, but now that he’s caused it, he was sure that he’ll never forgive himself.

“Mmm fuck,” you grunt through gritted teeth.

“Shit, babe, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t know you were there! Fuck, now your bleeding, goddammit.” Curses flew out of his mouth as he took his hand out from behind your head and saw there was blood covering it. He assists you on sitting so he could try to get you off the ground. As you slowly make your way to a seated position, you see that Geoff, Otto, and Jawn had been watching from the bus door.

“You okay?” asked the curly-haired drummer. You try not to seem like you’re in too much pain, because you already know your boyfriend feels awful. If you admit how much pain you were actually in, he’d just feel worse.

“Yeah, just a little hard to breathe,” you strained out. Awsten glances at your clad back from his position beside you, and his eyes widen.

“Babe, you’re bleeding through your shirt! Let’s go clean you up.” 

Geoff steps off to assist his band mate in helping you up. They each wrap one of your arms around their shoulders, and slowly get you to stand up. However, the straightening of your spine caused a sharp pain to run up and down your back, making you cry out.

“Aws, I can’t; It hurts too bad,” you accidentally let out a sob. You couldn’t even try to hide it – it was just too painful. And just as you predicted, Awsten started to even guiltier about causing this. He knew that you had a pretty high pain tolerance, so it greatly concerned him when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. I’m so sorry,” he kisses the side of your head. “I know it hurts. Here,” he hook one of his arms under your knees and the other around your neck. “How’s this?” he asks as he lifts you off the ground, making Geoff step over to the side.

He carefully takes you up the steps into the bus, and Jawn announces that he was going to find the first-aid kit. Awsten, gently as he could, rests you on the couch. You roll onto your stomach so your wounds won’t touch anything. You turn your head to look at the three concerned boys in front of you. You reached your hand out to a certain green-haired guitarist – who was finding it hair to look at anything other than his shoes. He gives you a small smile, then sits on the floor next to the couch you were occupying

“Got it!” the redhead reenters the room. He tosses the kit to your boyfriend, and without thinking, Awsten starts to lift up your shirt to examine your wounds. He doesn’t get too far before realizing that he doesn’t want three of his best friends to see his girlfriend topless.

“Could you guys give us a minute? I may need to take off her shirt to clean everything…” All three boys immediately go red in the face and quickly exit the vehicle.

You giggle at their embarrassment, and Awsten can’t help but to let out a chuckle from his friends’ act of childishness as well. He resumes his task of taking off your – well, now he’s realizing it’s actually his – t-shirt. You two worked together to slide off the shirt and discard it on the floor. Seeing it now, you can tell just how ruined it is. The hard gravel cause multiple holes to be torn, and blood stains were scattered across the garment.

“Sorry,” you mumbled as he was starting to clean you up.

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what…?”

“Ruining your shirt.” Your boyfriend scoffed in response. 

“Hush, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he says as he unclips your bra to clean the scrapes between your shoulder blades, “I’m sorry – so fucking sorry, darlin’. I hate that you’re hurting this much because of me.”

“Love, it was an accident. I know you would never hurt me on purpose. You didn’t know I was there and I didn’t see you coming. It was a freak accident. There’s no need for blaming ourselves,” you try to reassure. He nods and smiles, but you can tell that he was still incredibly guilty.

After a long process involving cleaning your wounds and pain meds, you sat up into a plank position and threw off your bra the rest of the way, making your boyfriend laugh a bit.

“Lay with me…?” you ask him sweetly.

“B-But… But I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I just wanna lay on you. That’s the only way I can fall asleep on my stomach. And all the pain meds are making me sleepy,” you pout. Awsten hesitates a bit, before eventually giving in and squeezing his way in between his girlfriend and the couch. 

You get comfy on his chest while he takes the blanket beside the couch and throwing it over you – he didn’t want anyone to walk in and see your exposed chest pressed up against his clad one. Luckily, the blanket wasn’t heavy, nor was it fuzzy, so it didn’t bother your back at all. He ran a soft finger up and down your side – from your shoulder to your hip – careful not to accidentally touch one of your wounds. 

Eventually, you were lulled to sleep. He kissed you on the top of your head, and shut his eyes to try and get a nap in himself.

[daniellesimagines]

Outta My Bar (Maxx Danziger) (Bartender AU)

submitted by @palayeeeroyale

“What about him?” I discreetly point at the man who’s alone at the table located on the opposite side of the bar.

“Hmm,” Maxx ponders, “Clearly is in his late thirties. Wife divorced him, kids never call him. He got another girlfriend who cheated on him with the barista at their favorite coffee place. He feels like he can’t be anymore depressed so he relapses from his 10 month streak of not drinking alcohol.”

“So why did you give him some Gin?”

“Because this is a game and the chances of me being right about him is slim-to-none.” I giggle and take a sip of my regular Sprite. 

Everyone says that it’s really ironic that I’m straightedge, yet I’m dating a man who bartends his own bar. But Maxx doesn’t drink that much either, he just likes making the drinks.

I spend most of my nights at Danziger’s Grill And Bar, talking to my boyfriend of 3 and a half years, playing the What’s-Their-Backstory? game with him. To regulars here, I’m pretty sure that they think that I’m an alcoholic. But nope: just a girl who loves her man.

“You want anything to eat?” he asks me, seeing as I’ve been here for about an hour and a half and I’ve only had some sodas.

“Nah, I’m not very hungry.”

“C’mon, it’s been awhile since you’ve eaten. How about just a bag of chips?” I roll my eyes and groan. 

“Fine,” I drag out the word like an annoyed teenager. I quickly smile at him to make sure he knows I wasn’t serious with my attitude. He smirks back at me and goes to the kitchen to grab me some chips that he knows I like.

I get out my phone and just fiddle with my apps until I feel a presence appear beside me. I look to my right and see a pretty tall guy standing there. He had pretty blue eyes, brown hair, and reddish beard. He wore a smirk that made me a little uncomfortable.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” his voice was deep and had a hint of an Irish accent to it.

“H-Hi...?”

“What’s someone like you doin’ here all alone?” he scooted closer to me, which made me instinctively move back.

“I-I’m not alone, actually,” I start peering into the kitchen to see if i can see Maxx or someone walking out of it.

“No need to lie to me, love. I’m just wantin’ to talk to a beautiful girl. Why don’t I buy you a drink?”

“I-I-”

“Hey, Rex. You’re clearly making her uncomfortable. Why don’t you give her some space?” Maxx seemingly pops out of nowhere, which makes me jump a bit. But his presence puts me more at ease.

“Maxx! Good to see ya!” Rex, apparently, greets my boyfriend. He turns back to me and says, “I was just trying to have a chat with this lovely lady-” He winks at me. “-Why don’t you give her a scotch on the rocks, on me.” He holds out a twenty to Maxx, but the bartender doesn’t take it.

“How about you go for someone else here?” Rex rolls his eyes and puts the twenty back in his pocket.

“Maxx, c’mon, bud. I just want to get to know her.” 

Maxx is visibly getting frustrated with Rex’s persistence. If looks could kill, then he would be six-feet under.

“Why don’t you ‘get to know’ someone who looks interested in you...?”

“What’s your problem, man?”

“My problem is that you’re flirting with my girlfriend who doesn’t wanna be anywhere near you. If a girl says she’s not alone, then back the fuck off whether she’s lying to you or not. If she’s lying, then she’s definitely not interested, so take the fucking hint and leave her alone. Now, walk away before I kick you out of my bar.” Maxx scolds the man, being quiet to not cause a scene.

“Oh, shit, sorry man. Didn’t know she was your lady.”

“That’s not the point. Even if she wasn’t ‘my lady’, which is a pretty disrespectful way to put it, you should still leave her be if she doesn’t want you around her. Now, for the last time: Walk. Away.” Maxx’s teeth were grit together to keep him from screaming at Rex. 

Rex takes one last look at me – who's just been sitting there silently, watching them talk to each other – and finally moves away to another place in the bar.

Maxx takes a deep breath before facing me, “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Thank you for making him leave.”

“Hey, you don’t need to thank me. I don’t want you or anyone who enters my bar to be a victim of scums like him.” 

He hands me a bag of Lays Original chips that I forgot that that was why he left in the first place. The situation made me less hungry than I already felt, but I opened up the bag and took a bite of a chip anyways.

Maxx scans the bar for a bit before nudging my arm, “Girl with blonde hair, green jacket by the pool table...”

[daniellesimagines]

My top three favorite stories of yours, if you are at all curious (I would be), are Kiss Me Slowly, Love Me Again, and Marshmallow. I find myself rereading those over and over again

yes!!!!!! those are so underrated!!!!!! 

[daniellesimagines]

Make It Out (Zach DeWall)

word count: 2422 requested by: anonymous and @palayeeeroyale (x, x) pronouns: she/her warnings: kidnapping fandom: set it off au type: apocalypse, best friends summary: your best friend get kidnapped by militiamen, you decide you’ll have to let them know your thoughts about that inspired by: it's basically just another version of maxx's apocalypse au lmao authors notes: also shout out to @mayor-cate for helping me with this!!!!!! other parts: none

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The post-apocalyptic world you found yourself now living in was always full of scares. Whether it be from the constant threat of the undead roaming around or the militiamen who had apparently decided they were the ones in charge now, it felt like danger was around every corner. And honestly, the anxiety over it wasn't irrational.

You and your four best friends had survived the entirety of the apocalypse – about six months so far – just by sticking together and being able to predict each other's moves. But there was one move you never saw coming.

It was a regular day of searching for food and supplies – Cody and Dan went on the food run while you, Zach, and Maxx needed to find basic medical stuff like bandages and pain killers. You insisted that you could cover more ground if you and the two boys split up, but Zach immediately shot the idea down. He'd been like your brother since the day you met him – granted, all the boys had been, but you and Zach had always been the closest in the group – and, even though he knew you could hold your own, he didn't want you going anywhere by yourself.

On your way back to the house your group was hunkering down in after a successful mission of getting supplies, the boys decided to take a shortcut through a forest. You didn't think it would be too risky – who's going to be just wandering through a forest for no reason? – so you went along with it despite feeling a little uneasy.

And honestly, you should have just trusted your gut.

"Hey, you there!" the sudden voice made you jump, spinning around to see what was happening.

A militiaman was coming toward the three of you, but before you could react in any way, Zach already was. He knew he'd been the only one spotted so far, and he wasn't about to let that happen to you or Maxx. He shoved you away from him before the officer saw you, sending you stumbling toward Maxx's hiding spot in some dense bushes.

The moment you regained your balance, you were spinning around to find Zach being grabbed roughly. You opened your mouth to scream but Maxx immediately grabbed you, pulled you out of sight, and put his hand over it, not wanting all three of you to get taken either. With his arm around your waist and hand on your mouth, you could only struggle to break free as you watched your best friend being taken God knows where.

When Zach and the militiaman were out of hearing range, Maxx simply took the hand over your mouth back before throwing you over his shoulder and walking in the direction leading back to the house. You were hitting his lower back as you cried, pleading with him to put you down and let you go after Zach.

He didn't listen, obviously, because the next thing you knew, you were back inside your shelter. But if you thought you could just run when he put you down, you were wrong. The second he put you back on your feet, he was spinning around and his hands were on your face so you were forced to look at how serious he was being with you.

"Zach pushed you away from him for a reason, Y/N," Maxx said firmly, "And that's because he didn't want you to get taken too. I know you're mad at me for making you leave him behind, but if we have any chance of getting him back, we need the one person who can help us do it quickly and safely – and that person is you. You have always been this group's planner and we need you now more than ever, okay?"

You remained silent for a moment before nodding slowly, knowing he was right. You knew for a fact that you would push Zach out of sight if the roles were reversed and he would have turned the entire world upside down in order to get you back. Maxx wiped the tears from your cheeks before pulling you into a hug.

You instantly started crying again, and Maxx just held you as you let it all out. He'd known you long enough to know that all you really needed when you were crying was someone hugging you – and since Zach wasn't there to do it like he always was, he stepped up to be that person for you until you got him back.

When you were finally finished crying a few minutes later, Maxx noticed an immediate switch in you. You pushed yourself off of him, hastily wiped the tears off of your face with your forearm, and grabbed Maxx's hand, dragging him to the living room so you could begin coming up with a plan – a plan you'd let Cody and Dan in on as soon as they returned from finding food.

"There's my girl," Maxx grinned when he saw the look of determination on your face as you sat down. You shoved him, smiling slightly as you grabbed a notebook and Sharpie to map everything out.

~

45 minutes later

"Y/N, I'm not letting you go out alone," Maxx said firmly, "Just wait until Cody and Dan get back and-"

"I can't sit around waiting, Maxx," you insisted, "Zach might not have that long."

"Then at least let me go with you."

"No, you need to stay here and fill the others in."

"Zach's gonna kill me if he finds out I went along with this," he shook his head.

"Then I guess we just won't tell him," you shrugged.

"I want you to know I'm not happy," he sighed.

"I know," you acknowledged.

Maxx followed you to the door, watching you take your gun out of your backpack and place it in the makeshift holster you'd sewn onto your shorts for it. You took out your map as well, holding it tightly in your fist as you stood back upright.

"If I'm not back in two hours, I'm probably dead," you said monotonously.

"That's not funny, Y/N," Maxx grumbled.

"Not trying to be," you replied quietly, "See you in two hours."

~

Two hours later

As promised, Maxx heard your secret knock on the front door almost exactly two hours after you'd left. Cody and Dan had obviously since returned and learned what happened to Zach, so they all bolted up from their spots on the couch, nearly trampling each other just to get there first. Cody was the one who threw the door open, finding you smiling at them.

"Who's ready to go kick some tyrannical ass?!" you chirped, coming into the house.

"You are oddly happy and I'm scared," Dan admitted, "What's going on?"

"I have a plan! The best plan, even! So good, in fact, it'll leave militiamen crying over their bruised egos!"

"Well now, who are you starting to sound like?" Maxx hummed, earning an eye roll from you.

"We don't talk about him, remember?" you replied.

"Voldemort?" Cody asked.

"Cody, please!" you gasped obnoxiously, "He might hear you!" The boys snorted softly, picking up their backpacks upon your instructions and following you as made your way into the kitchen.

You all started loading up on food and water, taking as much as you could fit into your bags without it weighing you down too much. You were absentmindedly taking things out to make more room before putting them back in, methodically organizing your bag. It wasn't until you happened to take out what you'd made on campus that the boys started taking notice.

"Uh... Y/N..." Cody trailed off, "What is that?"

"What is what?" you returned, not looking at him as you put some food into your backpack.

"You know what, Y/N," Dan stated. You looked up at them, finding them staring at your hand. You looked over and finally realized what you were holding.

"Oh, this?" you asked, holding up the stun grenade before putting it into the side compartment.

"Y/N!" the boys exclaimed in unison.

"Calm down," you rolled your eyes again, "It's why I left earlier. A few people in the science department at FSU owed me a favor."

"What kind of favor?!" Maxx asked.

"You remember they won the science fair senior year," you said, to which all three boys obviously nodded, "Who did you think that was thanks to?"

"They didn't even credit you for it?" Dan scoffed.

"That's why they owed me a favor," you informed them, "One of them got a job in the school's lab after graduation and said if I ever needed anything, he could get me in."

Cody sighed softly, "I really don't know why we're ever surprised by the things you manage to do anymore." The other two boys quickly agreed, making you laugh.

"Alright!" you chirped, springing back up to your feet, "You ready for the plan?"

"Yes, we would like to know how we're going to get Zach back at some point," Dan affirmed.

"Step number one: we need to commandeer a vehicle."

"So... Steal a car," Maxx cocked an eyebrow.

"Basically," you shrugged, "Preferably a truck with an open bed; It'll be easier to just jump in and get away that way."

"Makes sense," Cody spoke, "What's step two?"

"Step two is search for the place Zach was taken, get into that place, then get him out."

"So we'll need a quiet truck," Dan said.

"Yes," you nodded, "Hopefully, there'll be a vent I can climb into, then I'll find the room Zach's in, throw the grenade, and we'll run back to the truck and get away before everyone comes to."

"Sounds simple enough," he replied, "Let's do it."

~

An hour and a half later

It took nearly two hours, but you managed to retrace your steps back to the place in the forest where Zach was taken, then stumble upon some random building. You were surprised you hadn't seen it in the first place, but you were 100% certain this was where Zach was being kept.

Dan had parked the truck near the beginning of the path, so you had to do a bit of walking to get to where you needed. Once you knew where you were going, you hurried back to the truck to tell the boys what needed to be done.

"You sure you can do this, Y/N?" Dan asked you.

You let out a long sigh, "Just be ready to go when Maxx tells you."

"What if someone sees us?" Cody wondered.

"Leave," you stated as if it were obvious.

"Without you guys?" Dan said, a clear worried tone in his voice.

"Not much of a choice, Danny," you reminded him, grabbing your grenade out of your backpack and put in in your pocket, "We'll make it out."

They watched you make your way back into the forest and, at that point, all they could do was trust you.

Once you were approaching the building once again, you weren't at all shocked to find that not a single officer was guarding the outside – the people who came into power after the apocalypse weren't exactly the smartest. You easily made your way around the structure, happy to find a vent near the ground that you could just climb into without any trouble.

Upon entering the building, you immediately heard voices, deciding to follow them in the hopes they'd lead you to Zach. At the end of the vent system, you came up to a large room where it seemed like everyone was congregated. Zach was sitting on a chair untied from what you could see – apparently, the militiamen figured he wouldn't try to escape the people with guns. No one was watching him at that moment though, otherwise they probably would have known he'd seen something.

The moment you looked at his face, you found Zach's wide eyes already on you. You quietly retrieved the grenade from your pocket and signaled for him to close his eyes and cover his ears on three. When he nodded lightly, you counted to three on your fingers. The moment you hit three, you pulled the pin on the grenade in your hand and threw it out of the vent.

The next 10 seconds after the grenade detonated seemed to last less than one as you immediately kicked out the vent cover and jumped out. All the men were shouting and holding their ears in pain as you ran over to Zach, grabbed his hand, and began pulling him out of the room.

"Where did you get that thing?!" Zach exclaimed.

"I made it!" you breathed heavily as you ran down the hall.

"You made it?!" he cocked an eyebrow, "Since when do you make bombs?!"

"It's not a bomb; it's a stun grenade!" you replied, "I wasn't a science major for nothing, you know!"

The moment you were back outside, you and Zach bolted to where the others were anxiously waiting for your return.

"They're coming!" you heard Maxx tell Dan as a signal for him to get ready to step on it.

You were jumping into the back of the truck within the next five seconds and as soon as you were in, Dan slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. The tires squealed on the pavement as he sped away from the building. You and Zach were sprawled out in the bed of the truck, Maxx and Cody sitting up against the back window.

"Okay," you said, finally able to catch your breath, "That was the coolest thing I've ever done, but I never want to do it again." The boys couldn't help but laugh at the comment while Zach simply grabbed you and pulled you on top of him.

"I knew you were gonna come get me," he said, burying his face in your neck, "I knew you weren't gonna just leave me behind." You could feel his chest rising and falling against yours as he was still trying to catch his breath.

"And have you get killed just so you could haunt me as a ghost if I didn't?" you sassed, everyone laughing again as you snaked your arms around his neck and hugged him like it was last time you would ever get to. No one spoke or even told Zach they were happy he was okay – they just let the two of you have that moment to yourselves.

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we love a platonic storyline!!!!!!

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[daniellesimagines]

Gorl there’s this band that I found, and they’re soooo good! They’re called Imminence and I love them. They’re soooooo underrated and need more love. Plus, the lead singer’s hella cute (but I already called dibs 😂😂)

not my personal cup of tea, but they remind me of bands like our last night or of mice and men, so if you like that kind of stuff, i definitely recommend checking them out!!!!! 

[daniellesimagines]

Hi love!!! I just got back into reading your stuff (after just being off of tumblr for a while) and you don’t disappoint!!! I was wondering if you could do more set it off imagines? Not any particular boy or particular request, those boys are just so underrated and they’re new album just came out so I thought they deserved some love. Thank you, and have a nice day!!

ahhh you’re an angel!!! thank you!!! 

i have some really fun sio ones (in my unbiased opinion 😉) in my docs so i’ll try to work on them more for you to post asap!!!

[daniellesimagines]

32?

32. Can you play any instruments?

i could probably remember how to play my recorder from elementary school if i really tried, but i don’t play anything now, no lmao

send in a music ask! (x)

[marshmallowtraver]

NO CHEATING: You’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

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