#zach herron wdw

[col0rlord]

Lotus Inn (D.S)

who: Daniel Seavey x reader summary: Coming to this bar was a bad idea, or a good one. You seem to find that everything is going back in time. The universe seems to be in favor with someone, but also fixing what could go wrong with you meeting Daniel. word count: 1.3k a/n: might want to watch the music video if you haven't. I low key was having this idea as I was showing my friend the video.

1:38 ————|——— -3:15

“Y/N, HURRY UP!” Sophie yelled, her voice slicing through the room as I fumbled with my left earring, trying to make sure it was in straight. I glanced at myself in the mirror, adjusting my black dress, pulling it down just a bit to smooth out any creases.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” I called back, tossing my hands up in mock surrender before heading toward the door.

We had rented a room at this funky spot called the Lotus Inn. It had the whole 70’s club aesthetic going on — velvet, neon lights, and a vibe that felt like it belonged in an old movie.

The bar downstairs was buzzing with life. The music was loud, the air thick with heat and the scent of perfume. People were scattered in every corner, talking, laughing, and swaying to the rhythm of the night.

I scanned the room and noticed two guys on stage, pointing at a girl in a silver dress. She was dancing, and I’ll admit, her dress was stunning — she was stunning. I turned my gaze around the room, and then my eyes locked on a guy near the jukebox. He was wearing a brown jacket over an orange patterned shirt, and his hair was already a mess. He turned around, unsteady on his feet, but when his eyes met mine, he stood up straighter, trying to act sober. The song he picked started playing, the lyrics about moving on the dance floor just barely cutting through the noise.

A few moments passed, and the guy on stage tripped, stumbling down the stairs. I blinked and then opened my eyes again.

“Y/N, HURRY UP!” Sophie’s voice snapped me out of it. I blinked, finding myself staring into the same mirror again, earring in hand, the left one missing.

“What the hell?” I whispered, confused, as I quickly placed the earring back in and rushed out the door to catch up with Sophie, who was already halfway down the hall.

When we walked into the club again, the scene was the same. The two guys were still on stage, the girl in silver was still dancing, and the guy at the jukebox — he was still there too, looking over at me. Sophie danced her way over to the bar with some people, leaving me to watch as the night seemed to unfold again.

The guy on the stage turned, walking down toward the girl in silver, but just as he was about to approach her, another guy wrapped his arm around her. 

The moment froze, rewinding.

The song restarted.

This time, the guy from the stage made it to the girl without interruption. I glanced back over at the jukebox, and there he was, eyes fixed on me now, stumbling but trying to look smooth.

“Hey,” he said, finally making his way over. “I saw you and thought you might want to dance. Want to dance with me?”

I shrugged. “Sure, Y/N,” I said, instinctively reaching out for his hand.

“Daniel,” he grinned, taking my hand and leading me to the dance floor.

We danced for a while, laughing and spinning with the music. After a bit, we made our way to the bar, where I spotted that same girl and the guy from earlier, now chatting at the counter.

“What do you want to drink?” Daniel asked, leaning on the bar with a casual air.

“Cranberry vodka,” I replied, scanning the crowd again. The guy and the girl at the bar were still there, laughing, the world spinning just a little.

Daniel glanced at the bartender and held up two fingers. “Two Gin and Tonics,” the other guy ordered, his voice slurring slightly. The girl across from us turned to the bartender, her voice sharp and clear: “I only drink Tequila.”

The drinks came, and we cheered, clinking glasses before taking a sip. The warmth spread through me, and I saw Daniel slide a $30 bill to the bartender.

Rewind.

The song played again, and I found myself back at the bar. The same sequence unfolded: The other guy ordered Tequila this time, the girl in silver taking hers. The bartender handed us our drinks, and I caught the guy cheering for the new year. The girl looked uncomfortable from that.

Rewind. 

“To friday?” He tried again in the same scenario. “I only cheer for world peace,” she said, her voice light but intense. “Wait, What's happ-” I tried to talk to Daniel but everything shifted again.

Rewind.

Back at the bar, same song, same situation. The drinks were in our hands, and this time, when we cheered, I felt it — the warmth creeping through me, the buzz taking over again. We danced again, careful not to spill our drinks, laughing with each other, each round of shots only pushing us further into the haze.

Soon enough, we joined Daniel's friend, Jack, Corbyn and Zach. the four of us were taking shots in quick succession, the night blurring around us. Corbyn, one of their other friends, stumbled into the guy from earlier, spilling his drink all over him. The girl stood there, awkwardly trying to hide her smile. Daniel and I burst out laughing, and I let my head fall onto his shoulder.

Rewind.

Back to the bar.

The scene unfolded differently now. Corbyn stumbled into the guy, but this time he caught him, making sure he didn’t fall. The guy was standing straight now, smiling, his eyes flickering to the girl before he moved back toward us.

The room spun, the lights flashing in wild colors, our bodies swaying and moving to the beat. It wasn’t just the alcohol anymore; something else was in the air — something strange and intoxicating. I danced with Daniel, lost in the rhythm, barely able to keep my eyes open as Jack, across the room, wiggled his fingers in front of his face. I laughed, copying him, the world feeling like it was bending around me.

We found a spot to sit, my head resting on Daniel’s shoulder. The club was still alive, but everything felt distant. Daniel’s friends slumped over tables, nearly out of it. The guy from earlier and his girl were still laughing together at the bar.

I watched Daniel get up and head to the jukebox, flipping through the options with a thoughtful expression. I followed, resting my hand on his shoulder as I peered at the glass case. He tapped it lightly, and the ripples inside grew larger as the music swirled around us, hypnotic.

The green light inside the jukebox grew brighter the longer I stared, and I turned around, noticing his friends sprawled out on tables, their bodies tangled. I looked back at him, his gaze fixed on the spinning disc, his movements slow, deliberate.

Rewind.

“Y/N, HURRY UP!” Sophie yelled again, pulling me from the trance. I blinked, feeling dizzy. I turned around, looking at her through the mirror as she struggled with her earring.

“What?” she asked, her brow furrowed as though I was crazy.

I ran down the hall, still trying to get the earring in, my steps quick and heavy as I rushed to catch up with her. I paused in the doorway to the club, taking it all in again. The same feeling. The same people. Daniel, at the jukebox. I smiled, walking up to him.

He looked at me, squinting as though focusing through the haze. I saw him pick a song.

I saw you movin’ on the dance floor, I caught you lookin’ over at me and my friends, Got my attention, now I want more, I think we both know how this night’s gonna end…

“Great choice,” I said with a grin, leaning in as our eyes locked. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to focus through the alcohol.

“Want to dance with me?” he asked, his voice low, playful.

[cherryb0mb-s]

Whoever made this beat needs their dick sucked

[xxsparksflyx]

how do i make it onto why don’t we tumblr hi how are ya REVIVE

[fratbrochrisgf]

tell me yall see the resemblance and i’m not crazy rn

[raekensluver]

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

[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 ☹️

[multi-fandom-magic]

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

[shinyyirene]

all of the boys posting “formerly why don’t we” broke me. i’m so thankful i got to see them when i was 13. they were my everything. they were the one non kpop band i liked at the time lol. my everything from 2016-now💔 i hope their solo careers continue to flourish and it’s ALWAYS fuck their company

[lvrsparadise]

um guys…

what does this mean?????

[yung-rave-d0rk]

JONAH AND ZACH!!😭😭😭😂

[belleishavingamentalbreakdown]

THE WAY I PISSED MYSELF OF LAUGHTER HHAHA

Live, Laugh, Why don't we

[col0rlord]

Barely touched (a Daniel Seavey fanfic)

Table of contents

You know what.

I am becoming obsessed with you.

Lets runaway from it all.

you make me feel real

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[danielseaveyupdates]

[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

[fineappleonapizza]

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.

[letmedownslows]

corbyn released his debut song I'm so happy for him 😭😭😭😭😭😭

jonah and daniel cowrote the song

jonah, daniel, zach and jack are also in the background vocals (😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)