#zach herron wdw

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little daniel imagine, with the '“where’s the new coffee mix?” “i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?” “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' prompt <3

a/n: thank you for the ask, anon! hope you enjoy!<3🌼pick a prompt:)

you get up a few minutes past seven o’clock, shuffling out of bed behind daniel, out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. the sky, as the sun rose not too long ago, is still wearing its coat of muted pink and yellow, and natural light welcomes itself into your home in narrow streaks onto the floors and kitchen countertops. daniel is first to wake up, sleepily mumbling something about wanting to get to tour rehearsals early, and with the help of his convincing smile and guarantee of breakfast, you hop out of bed as well. 

it isn't unusual for the two of you to be grumpy in the morning, only sharing slight smiles and little morning kisses and a touch of conversation while you work through your routines to get ready for the day…at least until there is cooked food and warm drinks on the table. 

honestly, if it wasn't for the tempting promise of hot, home-cooked breakfast, which you gladly agreed for daniel to make, the pair of you would still be in bed, lured in under the warm sheets and blankets, fighting off the wintry morning chill. your slight grumpiness has progressed into an obvious agitation, furrowed brows and all, at the absence of your keys from their usual spot near the entryway. 

daniel’s cooking as you breeze around the house looking for them, showing half-hearted concern and asking simple questions that honestly tick you off even more. “are you sure you haven’t seen them?” you call, halfway across the living room as your eyes scan every possible fraction of space and object in sight. 

“yep, no idea” daniel dismisses, unknowingly receiving an annoyed huff in return, his voice muffled by the sound of the kitchen cabinets and drawers rolling open one by one only to be shut again as he tries to find the jar of coffee that would usually be sitting in one of the shelves. 

he puts breakfast on the table anyway, two two mini stacks of pancakes and berries for each of you, and although daniel is proud of his culinary work at such an early hour, his limbs still tired and eyes still groggy, you aren’t so pleased at the absence of your necessary cup of coffee. the edge of your voice is ever so obvious as you pace around the house, looking for other things you’d somehow misplaced from your shoes to your lip balm back to your keys, murmuring out a “thank you,” followed by a “where’s my coffee?” as you glance at the food in front of you.

“where’s the new coffee mix?” he counters. 

“i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?”

the two of you attempt a staring contest, a battle of who can hold their frowning expressions the longest without faltering, before you just decide to search together. daniel loses, sighing in frustration before he moves to check around the kitchen one more time, “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' his words are cut off, eyes rolling at the sight of your keys in the cutlery drawer. “how did they even get in here?” he questions, keys hanging off his finger in the air. 

an easy smile graces your lips, as if a frown had never been there, and the morning grumpiness melts away as you cheekily pluck the keys from his hand before plopping down at your seat to eat….”the coffee’s in the pantry, first shelf on the right” you say through a mouthful of food.

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[cherryb0mb-s]

Whoever made this beat needs their dick sucked

[raekensluver]

OH?? THIS RESTAURANT IM IN IS PLAYING LOTUS INN BY WDW??

[multi-fandom-magic]

Why Don't We BROKE UP??? SINCE WHEN???😭😭😭

[kirishimathebakugosimp]

*Zach and Y/N texting.* Zach: So, wanna makeout? Zach:l mean hangout** damn autocorrect. Y/N:So, wanna sit on my face? Y/N:I mean grab a drink** damn autocorrect. Zach:Autocorrect clearly just wants us to bang. Zach:I mean hang** Zach:Everytime…

[leigh-kay]

do any 'limelights' following me? any why dont we stans? bc im not really into them anymore (i still stay up for all of daniels releases tho) but idk i have like all of this knowledge on them that is never going to be useful again💀 like relationships, birthdays, etc, and i just wanna know if this is normal in the fandom or if i just got a little TOO obsessed at 12

[letmedownslows]

wdw is free to make their music now, im so happy for them 😭😭😭😭

damn and in the same week as the band's anniversary!!!!

i know they'll probably not come back, but still, im glad they're free to do what they love most ☹️

[belleishavingamentalbreakdown]

THE WAY I PISSED MYSELF OF LAUGHTER HHAHA

Live, Laugh, Why don't we

[saraw-melody]

Hello everyone!

Today’s post is going to be about a band that I hold dear in my heart because I used to be a huge fan of them a few years ago!

That band is Why Don’t We.

Why Don't We, shortened to WDW, is an American boy band consisting of Jack Avery, Corbyn Besson Zach Herron, Jonah Marais and Daniel Seavey. They were formed in 2016 and have released two studio albums and six extended plays.

On August 31, 2018, they released their first album, 8 Letters. The record debuted at number nine on the US Billboard 200,and was preceded by three singles: "Hooked", "Talk", and "8 Letters". In March 2019, they embarked on the "8 Letters Tour"which was an international success.

The reason I wanted to mention them today is in relation with the chapter 2 of the negus about the industry. Specifically about the influence and the chock hold a label can have on artists.

In late 2021, the band became involved in a legal dispute with their label, Atlantic Records, and their management, Signature Entertainment, following serious allegations of abuse and contract violations. The conflict arose when the band refused to sign a new recording deal with Atlantic unless their current manager, Randy Phillips, became their sole manager. This led to a lawsuit from their former manager, David Loeffler, who accused the band of breaching their contract.

Phillips, in turn, filed a lawsuit accusing Loeffler of mistreating the band members, including claims of verbal abuse and forcing them to live in restrictive conditions. As a result of the legal battle, Why Don’t We postponed their tours and eventually announced a hiatus in 2022​.

This all goes to show that when signing a deal with a label, artists may be pressured into doing certain things they wouldn’t have done otherwise which is very sad to think about.

Though they were forced to go into hiatus, it doesn’t mean that they had to stop singing and producing music altogether, which is why today, Daniel and Corbyn are still very much present in the music industry! (with difficulty nonetheless)

That was all for me ! I hope you enjoyed reading about the band Why Don’t We and their struggles!

I wish you all a great end of the week,

Sara

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Unexpected (Daniel Seavey)

uhm so I did a thing?? this is the first anything i��ve ever written so it probably sucks and im sorry but I figured if I wrote it, might as well put it out?? & I have a sequel in mind, so let me know if yall would be interested!

Description: When an unexpected day turns into an unexpected fight with an unexpected ending.

Warnings: Sad ending, cursing

Word count: 2,120

You fell into the couch as a sigh escaped your lips. Spending your spring break holed up in Daniel’s apartment was not in the plan. You were supposed to be spending time with him before your break was over and he had to go back on tour. You guys hadn’t been able to find a lot of time to talk lately, and you could tell that the long distance on top of the lack of communication was wearing on the both of you. So when he had gotten the call this morning about a studio opening up last minute and an emergency session being called and you were left alone, you were disappointed. You had tried throughout the day to get caught up on some homework or some work emails, but that hadn’t gone very well. Then you tried to find something to watch on Netflix or a video on Youtube, but all that was on your mind was the fact that you were supposed to be with your boyfriend right now and you hadn’t even heard from him in 8 hours. You understood he was busy with work, and part of you loved him for his constant dedication and drive, but the other part of you was stuck wondering why you were here alone. If this was maybe 6 months ago, Daniel would have taken you to the studio with him, or at least tried to facetime you or something during a break. You grabbed your phone from the side table and shot Daniel a text asking if he would be home soon, you were thinking or getting dinner and wanted to know if you should get something for him. Daniel responded saying he would probably be a couple of hours still and to just get something on your own, but that he would make dinner tomorrow to make up for missing out on the day today. You weren’t surprised, things like this had been happening for a while now, but that didn’t mean you didn't feel the pang of hurt in your chest. You grabbed a jacket and your phone and slammed the door behind you. This is stupid, you thought. Here I am in the middle of Los freaking Angeles on my spring break ALONE walking to who knows where to find something to eat because my boyfriend has left me alone all day and-

“Ugh!” You didn't even know anything around here that was that good, where were you going?! You dialed Anna’s number and hoped more than anything she answered so you could find some damn food.

“Hey Y/N, how’s it going?!”

“An, hi. How’s Portland?”

“It’s great, I always love coming home, it just feels different than LA, you know?”

Yeah, I know. “Yeah, I get you. Hey, I don’t mean to keep you from your friends, I was just wondering what some good food around here was? I'm on my own for dinner tonight.”

“Alone? Daniel is at the studio i’m guessing?”

“Yup.”

“Uh, well, there’s always In’ N Out. Langer’s is good. Egglsut, too. There’s a lot of places around the apartment complex, but those are more like snacks and things rather than meals.”

“Got it, thanks girl. Have fun!”

You found some place that sold chicken strips and ordered a mango smoothie and, after walking around downtown for a while, headed back towards the apartment. Thank God for GPS.

Daniel was sitting on the couch, already showered and changed, when you had gotten back.

“Oh. I thought you were supposed to be late tonight.”

He glanced up from his phone and smiled. “Session let out early, come here.” He pulled you down so your head was on his lap and his fingers threaded themselves through your hair.

“You could’ve called or something, I was out alone and I missed you.”

“I know, but I was tired and figured you were having fun exploring.”

“Not really… it would’ve been more fun with you.”

“Babe, I know. I wish we could’ve spent today together. I know you have to go home soon and then we’ll be back to only facetime and stuff, but we have this new song we’re working on and we have to put ad-libs on still, and with tour coming up we won’t have professional studio time, and it’s just crazy.”

“Mhm, that sounds like a lot.” You hummed as he stroked his fingers through your hair and felt your eyes begin to close. “I miss you D.”

“I miss you too, babe.”

“No, not like, being with you. But you. I miss you. Talking to you like this, and seeing your eyes light up when you're talking about new music or tour or some post you saw on instagram. I haven’t this you in months.”

You felt his fingers freeze in your hair as you spoke. “Babe, what are you talking about? I was telling you about a song last week-“

“For five minutes Daniel. And then you had to leave, said something about meeting the boys for dinner or something.”

“Listen, I know i've been busy lately and im sorry. It's just work and-“

“Yeah. I get it.”

“Y/N, what's wrong?”

“It just sucks. Like, I understand it’s your job and everything-“

He was upset, felt like he was being blamed and attacked. “Do you!?”

You sat up. Daniel hasn’t ever said anything like this to you before, and suddenly you were angry. All you were doing was talking to him about how you miss him and the toll his work is taking on you and he wants to get mad?

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, do you get it? Every fight we’ve had in the last like two months has been about my job, Y/N.”

“What?!”

“I mean, you say you understand, but then we end up fighting about something that comes back to my job! So, do you get it?”

“I try! I try my best, but not all of us can be worldwide superstars who live the life and have the job that you do Daniel!”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Yes it is. You don’t think I really understand and that I overreact to everything-”

“I never said that-“

“You did. That’s exactly what you said but not in those words.” You stood from the couch and bunched your fist as you walked to the kitchen. You were trying not to cry angry tears because what the hell? How did we get here? You heard Daniel sigh from the other room, and you turned around when you felt his presence in the doorway.

“Listen, I try to understand what you do. I really do. We’ve been dating for a year, and there are some things that I guess I still struggle with. But I understand that you’re busy Daniel. I know that your days are often hours and hours long, whether you're here in LA or off touring somewhere. I know that you don't always have time to talk and that you can't always be there for me when I need you. I understand how hard you and the guys work. I know how much the fans mean to you, and how much you love every single one of them. Tell me if I’m wrong?” You stared at him from across the counter and watched as he stood still. “Ok? So I try my best to understand your job, and I thought I was doing a pretty good job at that. But to explain why all of our fights lately seem to be about it? Because I don’t think you understand mine! I go to college full time! I have work and school and homework and clubs. I stress about making sure I’m on the right path for success and i'm fearing failure ever .3 seconds of the day. I may not do what you do, but I do have dreams that I'm working on too, ok!? And my boyfriend is gone all the time! Most girls get to actually spend time with and hug and kiss their boyfriends whenever they want- I don't get to do that. Instead I get to sit there and watch millions of girls fawn over mine, knowing that all it would take is one word from you and you could have any of them at any second! And I get hated on online by thousands of people in the world who I don't even know exist all because im dating this celebrity that they’re in love with. And the craziest part? We aren’t even publicly confirmed! Sure, everyone knows at this point, but that’s not really the point. I try to ignore that, because I know at the end of the day, it's just jealousy. But it still hurts, Daniel, to read that stuff about myself. Because I’m still that insecure girl deep down, and I-“

You paused to inhale a breath. You were rambling, and Daniel could tell you were mad.

“I-“ He paused too. The both of were silent for a while, standing across the room, staring at each other. Both of you were upset, mad at the other for making this seem like it was all on one person.

“You knew what you were getting into when you signed up for this.”

You blinked, slowly. With a shaky breath, you turned around. How the hell could he have just said that?

“When I signed up for this? I didn’t know dating you was another job I applied for, Daniel.”

“Y/N-“

“Usually, when two people start dating it’s because they like each other, Daniel! It’s not a job! And if it was a job, then it should be paying a hell of a lot more than a boyfriend who doesn’t even feel like a boyfriend anymore!”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean!?”

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. You were not supposed to be spending your spring break fighting with your boyfriend. How had this happened?

“Daniel, let's be honest. This is the first time we’ve seen each other in person in months, and we’ve talked even less than that! I’m not talking about little conversations here and there about nothing- we have those all the time. But I have those conversations with people I run into on the way to class! That’s my point! I don’t feel like we’re dating, I feel like you’re just a friend. And that breaks my heart, but you can’t tell me that you don’t feel the same, D.”

“I- I don’t- I thought we were okay.”

“I did too! But sitting here right now, I think it’s clear that we haven’t really been in that kind of a relationship for a while. We were so good at the beginning, and we just aren’t anymore. I love you, I still do, and I always will. Forever. But I think that maybe, for now, we should take a break.”

Daniel crossed the room, and the both of you grabbed onto each other with tears in your eyes.

“I don’t want to lose you.” His voice was laced with tears, and as you hugged, his body shaked.

“You won't. Ever. We can still be friends, Daniel. In fact, I need you to be my best friend. I cant lose my best friend and my boyfriend.”

“I love you. I'm so sorry.”

“D, this isn’t on you. It’s just not our time right now.”

“I know. But I’m sorry. I'm sorry I couldn’t be the boyfriend you needed, and I'm sorry that you have to read the things you do all because of me. I love you, and seeing you hurt hurts me too. I’m sorry.”

“Daniel Seavey, I love you. I don’t blame you for anything, and I never will. I need you Daniel, so I need you to get that stuff out of your head.”

“You can stay here for the rest of your break, and uh, uhm. We’ll figure out how to be friends, I guess.”

“Nothing's gonna change, Daniel. We’ve always been friends. We just won't do the kissing and the romantic stuff anymore.”

“Yeah. We’ll be fine.”

“We’ll be just fine.” As you pulled away from Daniel, you wiped a tear from your eyes. You didn’t want to let go, because the both of you knew when let go, it was really over. 1 year. So many laughs and kisses and memories, and it was all over now. Being friends would be what’s best for now, but the both of you knew it wouldn’t be the same. So with one last hug, you let go and headed to the bedroom and climbed into bed, where you cried yourself to sleep.

[messedup-bookworm]

look at how adorable!

[21burritoseavey]

our hoodie (d.s.)

a/n: i apologise if this isn’t what you guys wanted but for some reason i can barely get myself to write so here’s a little imagine<3 hope you enjoy:)

summary: you’re wearing daniel’s hoodie

‘what are you doing?" daniel coos, propped up against the cabinets with his arms folded over his chest. the inquiry drifts through the air and traces the edge of your ears ever so softly, as if the two quiet words were fallen leaves descending from trees.

the sky has lapsed into its hazy morning glow, diffusing gloomy light from the windows through the blur of rainfall, however it doesn’t do much to illuminate the house’s interior. the warm glare from the rangehood above the stove provides a brightness to your features when you glance back over your shoulder, breaking out the day’s first smile. 

“making a cup of tea, want one?” you say, placing the kettle into its cradle and flicking the switch. you move across the kitchen to the fridge, taking out the milk, fingers almost stinging against the cold carton before you drop it onto the counter. 

“seems to me like you’re also wearing my hoodie,” daniel comments, lengthening his stare at his hoodie you’re wearing as if to make evident his desire for it back. he frowns, drooping his drawn lips into an upside-down curve, which if you weren’t actually super cold and in dire need of an oversized cosy sweater, would have induced you to ask if he wanted the light-blue hoodie back. 

 “yes, i am,” you answer, “tea?” you ask again, ultimately deciding to plop a single tea bag into an empty mug with a soft ‘no thank you’ spoken over your shoulder from the opposite side of the kitchen. 

“but you know what i do want?” daniel ventures while you wait for the last remaining whistles of the kettle as the water comes to a boil. 

“our hoodie” you guess, watching the colour of the tea leaves infuse in the mug as you pour in the hot water.  

“ye- no,” daniel stutters, his brows scrunching at your little trick, earning himself a flourish of giggles from your end, “my hoodie, I want my hoodie, please and thank you.” 

“you have like a million other hoodies.” the response seems to have taken him by surprise and he brings a hand up to the left side of his chest in mock offence. albeit the obvious exaggeration, the statement had some truth to it, in his closet hung a variety of sweaters and hoodies, in a range of colours. 

“so do you,” he shoots back a smirk when you spin around and grab the milk and pour it in. 

“but mine aren’t as oversized and soft and warm as yours” you shrug inwards a little with a smiley expression and bring your cup of tea over to the island. the tea is scorching hot, but you bring the lip of the cup to your mouth anyways, signalling the end to the conversation, or so you thought. 

daniel continues to keep his eyes on you, brows narrowed in concentration and he shuffles towards the fridge, feigning a search for something inside. it almost seems like the conversation silence aids in his search for another argument, and after a few quiet moments, his hand pauses on the door handle, his head jerking in your direction. 

“bu-I…. you…” he stumbles, scrambling for some sort of comeback until he sighs, turning to the fridge again. with a bottle of apple juice in his hand he says “you won’t win next time” before taking a gulp. 

you hide your smile at his response behind a sip of your tea, knowing well you will in fact win the next time, and the next one after that….

(i am so sorry this is horrible)

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Part 2 of: In My Arms - Zach Herron

Zach Herron x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) last part of part 1

Summary: Your husband is back after being gone for a while. (angst to fluff)

AN: I couldnt keep it angsty the whole time lol. I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Go read the first part if you want. Angsty at the beginning but turns fluff. Come talk to me once you're done.

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(This takes place after Zach gets back from the writing session and the kids are asleep)

Y/N’s POV

There’s an amazing amount of tension in a room that just has two people in it. It’s just me and Zach in the kitchen. The kids have been put to bed hours ago.

I’m sitting on top of the kitchen island, while Zach stands at the entrance of the kitchen. Not knowing what to do, I picked up the glass I was drinking water out of. While I walk over to the dishwasher, I can feel his eyes on me. I just continued with what I was doing. Focusing on my hands and tuning him out. Trying anything to forget that Zach is right there.

Zach got back from the writing session just a couple of hours ago. He spent the time with the kids while I stayed off to the side. I didn’t want to start anything in front of them. They don’t need to experience that. Now that they’re asleep, I don’t have to pretend that everything’s alright.

“Hello? Are you even going to talk to me?” my husband’s voice resounds all around the kitchen as he walks closer to me.

Quickly walking out of the kitchen, I hear Zach slam his hand on the countertop before following after me into the living room.

“Babe, what is going on with you?” he asks. Just by the way he said that, I can tell that he’s becoming increasingly worried.

Sitting down on the couch (that I spent most of the nights crying and sleeping on. I couldn’t sleep on our bed because it brought back so many memories. But, he doesn’t need to know that) I fold my arms and look at anything but him. That is enough for him to know that something is seriously wrong.

“Oh, the silent treatment. Really?” he scoffed while shaking his head.

“Real fucking mature Y/N.” he said sarcastically.

That’s what caught my attention. Quickly standing up and making eye contact with him I can’t help but say,

“Says you, the one who was out partying at a club and chea-“ I cut myself off before I finish the sentence. If I say it out loud, I’m afraid that it might come true. That would be horrible for me and the kids. I know what it’s like to grow up with divorced parents. It's literal shit. I do not want my kids to experience that.

“No, go ahead and say it Y/N. Say it to my face” he responds with malice in his voice.

When I open my mouth to speak, the words get stuck in the back of my throat.

“If you’re going to accuse me of cheating on you at least have the decency to say it to my face” he yells angrily, taking a step towards me.

Shaking my head no, I look down so he won’t be able to see the tears forming in my eyes.

“No what Y/N? You need to talk to me,” the way the tone of his voice changed surprised me. I was expecting him to still yell at me and have that angry look in his eyes. However, when I looked up I saw the worried and caring eyes I fell in love with all those years ago.

Zach walked closer and pulled me into his arms.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you babe. I’m just tired and haven’t been feeling the best without my amazing family by my side. I know that’s not an excuse, but I really need you to talk to me. What’s going on?”

Sniffling I look up at him and I can’t help but to let it all out,

“That night when I called you there was a woman in the background. She asked if you were ready. You hung up right away and said that you didn’t want me to hear her and that was what started it all. I tried telling myself that I was being irrational but then…”

“Y/N, honey…” Zach says

“No, let me finish, please,” he nods, “then I remembered that you didn’t call or answer our calls for five days before that. That put a big toll on me and on our kids. It just hurt so much,” I take a deep breath before continuing. “Then to top it all off, you call me from a club and criticize my parenting,” my voice becomes bitter “when you know how hard I try especially when you’re not here.

“You want to know what really made it worse, I hear that woman’s voice again. I don’t get to see my husband for who knows how long and then, having to hear this woman’s voice every time I call. You weren’t here and I didn’t have anyone's support. That’s why I’ve been…” I get cut off by my own sob.

“…why you have been sleeping on the couch and crying most nights,” Zach finishes for me.

Shock passes my face. I stumble out, “how did you know?”

He can’t help the smile appear on his face, “your incredible kids did. Riley and Sophia told me they saw you crying on the couch one day. And that you never went up to bed and they always heard crying noises,” the smile disappears, “Okay I’m going to explain now but it might be long so be ready,” he finishes.

“You don’t hav-” I start but get cut off.

“Oh no missy don’t even start. I know you want an explanation and you deserve to hear from me.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing.

“I know that you think I was cheating but it was nothing like that. The woman you heard was a realtor. I was looking for a house to buy since I know you wanted a place to travel to during the summer and winter time and that you love that part of the country. I was so busy that when I was done it was already so late that I didn’t want to call. That’s why I didn’t call for those five days. Then when you called, we were just getting ready to go look at a house that I had a good feeling about. She asked if I was ready to leave and I responded how I did because I didn’t want you to hear her because I was afraid she was going to spoil the surprise. I hung up quickly just in case. I’m sorry for that. About what I said in the club, I was drunk and I was just taking my insecurities out on you. I know you’re an amazing mom and those kids wouldn’t be who they are without you. There’s a reason why I put four children in you,” he gives me a cheeky smile.

“I just so happened to run into her at the club with her girlfriend. She said that I had to figure out what I wanted before I left in regards to the houses we saw. I know it must have sounded wrong but it meant nothing. I’m sorry if you felt like I was lying and I’m sorry if it felt like I broke my promises. I know what you were probably thinking at night all alone Y/N. So I’m telling you this right now and I mean it truthfully, you will always be safe in my arms Y/N. Nothing, not even a fucking house can tear us apart.”

I smiled at him, thankful for his explanation. I knew I made the right decision in saying yes when he proposed. All of my worries seemed to disappear. We were going through a hard time in our relationship, but the important things stayed the same. He is an amazing husband and father just as I am an amazing wife and mother. Relationships are never easy but when they get hard, it’s up to the two people in love to make up for it and I think Zach and I did an amazing job. “I understand Zach, I'm so sorry for how I reacted.”

“It’s alright babe. Come on let’s go cuddle upstairs in our bed together, before the kiddos wake up.

And that’s exactly what we did. In each other's arms.

(And yes Zach got me the most amazing vacation house ever. I can’t wait to check it out.)

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AN: Ahhhh okay here it is. I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think down below. Love you all and have a great rest of your day!

- Kara (upindreamland)

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