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Can you make one with joseph quinn where they are dating since season 4 started shooting and now they are invites to the brazil party with jamie and tbey are one of those couples thag are never serious and act goofy instead of toucht which they are and they sing snd dance together and also are like hugginf and kissing but not much and the reader and jamie are like best friends and vibing together there and later on when they are back in their hotel room they make loce cause tbey havent had much timw together since fhe whole partjes and interviews and stuff? :)

ALRIGHT IM IN LOVE. sincerely apologize if this doesn't meet your request entirely. i apologize that i won't be writing joseph smut bc i'm still getting used to writing him. but i will be writing it in the near future!

you can't keep a straight face as joseph goes into a deep talk about how his vecna song is up and down by venga boys.

the thing is, he looks so fucking passionate talking about a euro trash song. but you can see the playful twinkle in his eyes as he does so, ever so often shooting you a quick glance to tell you that he's never serious when it comes to venga boys.

you hide your laugh in his arm, turning away from the person he's talking to and you hide it as a way that shows you're shy. joseph's got a secured arm around your shoulders, rests his cheek on top of your head as you nestle your face deeper into his blazer to cover your laugh.

perhaps you'd drunk too much of that drink.

"you should listen to it," he tells them. "it's so funky and amazing. it'll definitely help you escape vecna. i mean, i'm sure he'd like it too."

jamie's behind you, a drink close to his lips, and it looks like he's hiding his laughter with you. 'coz at this point joseph's talking about the meaning of the song. "see i chose it because it's up and down. y'know, because of the upside down. up...and down....upside down?"

you're thanking vecna it didn't last more than eight minutes.

"i'm sad no one has asked me what my vecna song is," jamie sighs. joseph still has an arm around your shoulders, swaying you both side to side to a music you can't understand but vibe to. "i mean, i'd like to talk about how fearless is my vecna song."

"how will you have a vecna song if you are vecna?" the question doesn't make sense, you think, but maybe it's the inebriation that took over your thoughts. "what, is he like, trying to escape himself!?"

"definitely," your boyfriend quips. "he needs therapy. he can't go off killing children."

you take joseph's right hand when he places his glass on a nearby table. and you find your fingers twirling the ring on his hand as a form of distraction, maybe a bit of boredom as jamie goes on a rant about how vecna still needs a vecna song

joseph's fingers fiddle with yours, a silent answer that says he's also getting a bit bored now. he argues still that vecna needs therapy not a song.

"hey, 'y hear that?" joseph whispers in you ear. you'd gotten too distracted from playing with the ring on his finger. "its head over heels, baby."

you look up at him, removing your cheek from his bicep. "tears for fears?"

"head over heels."

you squeal. you place your glass beside joseph's and take his hand, bringing him right in the middle of the bright multicolored floor. he's more than happy to come with you, holding your hand with just as much fervor as he spun you around until you're in his embrace, hands around your waist and swaying you to the song.

with hands around his neck and fingers pulling on the curls from the back of his head, you drunkenly smile up at him. joseph takes note of your intoxicated state, remembers not to trick you into thinking the glass was alcohol but really was just water.

"y'know, this would be my vecna song," you tell him, breath fanning over his face. joseph nudges his nose with yours as a gentle kiss, looking like two drunk teens at prom. but he doesn't care.

"still doesn't beat up and down,"

"ugh, shut up!" you throw your head back, whining a bit louder than you're supposed to. he laughs and his hand comes up over your mouth. "we both know you only say that for shits and giggles."

"you're right, lovie." he chuckles. he straightens your hair, hand coming up from your waist to your shoulder, dragging down to raise your interlocked hands. "you wanna know what it is?"

"to make myself stop laughing everytime someone asks you what your favorite song is, yes please baby," you smile at him.

joseph spins you around, eyesight blurred by the quick spin until you're back in his arms and your focused fixates on him and him only. "it's golden years by david bowie."

you beam. "really?"

"yeah!" he furrows his eyebrows for a second before he's smiling again. "i'll stick with you, baby, for a thousand years. nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years,"

"sap," you tease him, but press a kiss to his cheek because why not. "simp?"

"simp."

"oi," jamie cuts in between the two of you and hugs joseph, a similar pout on his face. his face is a bit pink, you observe. "i miss my girlfriend. wanna dance with you guys."

by the time the song ends (with jamie holding both you and joseph's hands as he sways to the song), the party does too. you're tripping down the carpeted floors of the hotel hallways, barefoot with your heels held by joseph who's leading you to your shared hotel room.

"i can't believe we're in brazil," you giggle at him. joseph shuts the door behind, placing your heels carefully on the side for you not to accidentally step on them. "ah, correction brazil!!!"

you mimic him from earlier, where he'd trilled the word 'brazil' for an interview. joseph shushes you by placing a hand over your mouth, lipstick staining his palm as he does so.

"you gotta keep quiet, baby," he warns you. joseph sits you down on the bed, goes to the other side to pour you a glass of water, and comes back with a slightly concerned look. "drink up, dove."

too tired to protest, you drink the water from the hotel glass, joseph holding it for you. you don't realize as soon as you swallow the drink you'd fallen down to the bed with a small pout.

"what's up, darling?" joseph discards his blazer, unbuttons the first three of his dress shirt and places his shoes aside next to yours. "tired, huh?"

"yeah," you exhale. "y'know, i saw a puppy down the hallway earlier. maybe we can shout at it and ask why it didn't come near you back at buzzfeed."

joseph's chuckle warms your befuddled heart. "we shouldn't shout at puppies, baby." he takes your hand into his and pulls you up. "now how 'bout a shower then i'll love on you, yeah?"

your eyes widen. "sounds like a great idea."

reblogs are highly appreciated <3

tagging @kellysimagines tysm for the request baby!

sleeping on the highway tonight 🤠🤠

until next time

a/n: loosely based on sex (with my ex) by fletcher. talks about breakups, silly season, DR leaving mclaren. enjoy!!

masterlist here!

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new york

daniel shouldn't be here.

he should be in yosemite, enjoying the tranquility of his summer break according to his plan. but no, he's standing in the arrival hall of JFK airport after a twelve hour flight from MTC, waiting for his uber ride to pull up.

guess life doesn't always go to plan.

the uber driver tries to make small talk with him, quick questions of "where are you from?" and "what do you do for a living?" to which daniel replies with a low hum, or a completely unrelated answer, forcing the rest of the forty minute drive to be silent.

the car drops him off in a quiet neighbourhood, just outside of an apartment building, and he pulls his luggage out of the trunk, mumbling a thanks to the driver.

he rolls his bags into the all too familiar lobby, and nothing has changed, other than the type of flowers that sit on the decorative table by the elevator.

"mr ricciardo? i thought i'd never see you again!" the doorman chirps when he walks through the doors. daniel gives him a small smile, "nice to see you too, steve."

"is ms y/l/n expecting you? or is this a surprise i shouldn't ruin?" the older man looks at him with mischievous eyes. daniel's smile falters just a little, his heart sinking to his stomach. but he couldn't blame steve, surprises like these came often six months ago.

just that right now, this wasn't a surprise. he adjusts the neck of his hoodie - a nervous tick he acquired in the last couple of weeks, "is she home?"

steve grins at him obliviously, "yes she is, just got back from the store a couple of hours ago."

daniel makes his way up to the 20th floor, turning right and down the corridor to the last door. the tacky carpets, cream coloured walls he used to pin her against after a night out. that neighbour with a bright red front door. all the memories of a three year relationship flooding back to him.

he finally gets to her apartment - 204; and musters up some courage, knocking on the door lightly.

its moments after that the door swings open, and she's standing in front of him.

"danny?" the nickname slips out easily from her lips. she sticks her head out and looks behind him, trying to make sure this wasn't a joke.

"wha- what are you doing here?" she asks.

"i came to see you." the sound of a melody comes from the inside of the house before it stops. and a tall man comes up from behind her.

"y/n, is everything alri- oh." she turns to the man, resting her hand on his forearm,

"i think we should wrap up today."

he nods understandingly, "yeah, i'll grab my stuff. see you on wednesday?" she mumbles a response, hugging him before he leaves. all while daniel stood in the entry way of her apartment awkwardly. she gestures to him, and he slips off his shoes, following behind her like its the first time he's ever stepped foot into this house.

-

we don't gotta talk about us, how we messed it up we could keep it light, just a conversation no expectation

"oatmilk latte?" she asks, already clearing the old pods from her Nespresso.

"would it kill to have a beer?" daniel replies. she looks at him with raised brows, but still pulls out two cans of beers and slides one across the table to him.

"it's 5pm somewhere."

and they fall into an easy conversation. she knows she should address the elephant in the room - about why he's here, why he came to look for her without warning. but one drink turns into three, and they're both sitting on the sofa, her legs draped over his. his favourite caamp album playing on the record player he bought her for their first anniversary.

"was that your new boyfriend?" daniel asks.

she narrows her eyes, a look of confusion on her face,

"who?- oh brock?" she chuckles, "no, he's my new producer, we were writing for the new album."

he just nods, one of his hands running up and down her shin. she shifts in her seat, so she can lay her head on his shoulder. daniel kisses the top of her head, and she looks up at him.

his brown eyes, soft lips, golden skin. she didn't realise, but her head was moving nearer to his. until both their lips touch, hands wandering to familiar territories - for the first time in six months.

-

I just had sex with my ex in a New York apartment I thought it'd be harmless

sunlight streams into her room.

she wakes up, his side empty. she sighs, this shouldn't be a surprise, but of course there's a hint of disappointment in her. then the door to her room opens, and daniel stands there with two cups of coffees in his hand. he gives one to her which she gladly accepts, and he slips into his side.

she takes a sip of coffee, sitting up in bed.

"why are you here, danny?"

time to address the elephant in the room.

he sets his mug down on the bedside table that once belonged to him, "i'm here for us."

she scoffs, placing the mug down in her lap.

"danny, 'us' no longer exists, we've talked about this."

the same tranquility and comfort he felt from the night before suddenly disappeared. and he knows she's right. they've had this conversation before, they've had these moments before. twice, to be exact.

"i know." he sighs. her finger runs along the rim of the mug,

"so really, why are you here?"

he looks at her, some sort of sadness washing over his face, and there's a concerned look in her eyes. she hasn't seen this look on him before, not even after the worst race of his life. it spelt heartbreak, defeat, pain. she turns to him, looking at him with all seriousness. but daniel avoids her gaze. for a moment, he thinks he can't form the words.

"i'm leaving mclaren at the end of the year." he manages to mumble.

her world stops. she's of course kept up with silly season, the news about alonso, seb and piastri, but she never thought of the rumours to be true. especially not this one.

she holds his hand in hers, squeezing it. her eyes softening, "i'm sorry."

"don't be, it was bound to happen." he tells her defeatedly.

she doesn't have the words to say after, just nodding and gulping down the rest of her drink.

daniel gets up to change after his morning coffee, and so does y/n. they go about their normal routines, as if nothing changed over the last three years. she stands in the kitchen when he emerges from the room, spreading butter and vegemite on his toast, on the plate is a side of cucumbers and tomatoes, as well as perfectly scrambled eggs.

she remembers.

"of course i remember." she turns to smile at him. he didn't realise he'd been thinking out loud, smiling embarrassingly as he snakes his arm around her waist.

he kisses the top of her head from behind, "thank you for letting me stay, y/n."

she doesn't respond, just handing him his plate. and they eat in silence, though there's a question looming in her head.

gotta catch my flight, but I want more time gimme one more night to be wrapped up in you

"when do you leave?"

"my flight is at 8." he bites into the perfectly crisp toast. her eyes meet his, a little sparkle behind it.

"can i drive you to the airport?" he looks at her with raised brows. he knows how much she hated driving in new york traffic, to jfk in particular.

"in new york traffic?"

she grins playfully, "in new york traffic."

-

they arrive at the airport an hour early thanks to the unpredictability of new york traffic. daniel pulls his luggage out of the trunk when she parks, and to his surprise, she gets out of the car and walks with him. she's dressed in one of his unreleased merch, and so is daniel, as they walk hand-in-hand to the check in counter.

it's a short, undisturbed walk, and when they arrive, he turns to face her.

she looked beautiful even under the bright white lights of the airport that made everything look pale. he took her sight in, knowing how this was about to end. knowing that this was the last time, even if they haven't spoken about it. daniel knew he had to let her go. he rests his hands on either side of her arms.

"thank you again, y/n."

she smiles softly, but doesn't say anything back. daniel engulfs her in one of his hugs, and they take in as much as they can of each other.

for the last time.

she takes in a breath, her lips just brushing his ear lobe, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin as she whispered,

"goodbye, danny."

So we kiss goodnight and I catch that flight Say goodbye forever until next time

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