#perth car hire | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

madomkasak · 1 month ago

Text

Reckless thoughts verse

Listen. Things are going to be ok. The tributes that have poured make things a bit sweeter on the bittersweet scale. So reckless thoughts verse gets a new entry here on AO3. Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes - c. 7.5k. Maxiel. Lots of comfort. Lots of love. A bit of hurt. Someone breaks something - it's not a collarbone. We hear a bit about the baby cow.

The thing is. Max doesn't have anything else planned. He flies to Perth, retires, gets to Daniel. Gets Daniel. A three step plan six years in the making. Gone through iterations and small changes throughout but Max never diverted from it. He just got delayed. Waylaid and misled and now Max knows he had to fly to the farm, for it to happen. That outside of it all, they both would have been beholden to others.

So. He booked the flights before he even told Daniel about what to expect from the teams. Shook his head. Feels the squeeze of Daniel’s hand on his bicep as much as he does the kiss that follows. Doesn't tell him how the plan was jump-started into action by GP on the radio and Daniel crying in the media pen.

How Max didn't sleep until he knew Daniel was back in his room, Max scheming and planning and keeping it all to himself all the while. Refreshing the media page on his computer. The circus of it already didn't taste as good as before.

Thank you, Daniel, he thinks. So Max jumped his plans a bit.

Booked the flights, slept only two hours. Not in his own jet. Glared daggers at the snoring man as they stepped out of the plane. Glared even more when the man drove out the airport in a Ferrari. Followed the plane on the screen until the pilot told them the weather, outside. Max can't remember what he said.

Decides here and there that he will get his jet back and send an email to Seb to explain that he hates flying in first class, sorry, Max will offset the carbon emission somehow. Seb might answer this time, if it means he brings Daniel with him next. Max will swear that getting to Daniel is worth it all, to Max. Even on the cusp of environmental disaster.

He’ll buy insect hotels, fuck it.

Stands in the short queue for his passport. Hopes he doesn't have to give money to the steward when he sees Max Emilian Verstappen printed on the document. He doesn't have to. Maybe there are too many Max Verstappens going to Perth to get their Daniels. He is just one of them. He wishes them luck.

Doesn't need it. He knows Daniel. Has facedtimed him even on the loo or when Daniel is in the bath. Tells him to scrub his fingernails. Daniel snickers he’d rather still smell like sex. Max imagines he smells like nature more. Sand and dust to replace sweat and fuel. Max doesn't mind.

He will make Daniel smell like them soon

He stands outside, clammy in his jeans and thinks. His plan didn't involve details beyond — get to Daniel. Stay.

He doesn't have a car. Breathes through the panic. Usually the FIA sorts the travelling from the airport, even that time his own flight was delayed and he ran to the press conference. Allows Max his comfort and preference but run a tight schedule the moment he lands.

He spares a thought to the ants in the Formula 1 anthill. He won't be there.

He stands, hovers, awkward and careful near the car for hire stands. Doesn't want to risk it. Not when it comes to cars. Not in Australia. Not with Daniel back home. His phone is at 20% battery just because the emails and calls keep on coming, now that he has a signal again. Christian called fifteen times in ten minutes. Greedy.

Max doesn't ask himself if it’s a breach of what his team have sent.

He scrolls through his contacts. Fights the urge to just call Daniel. Max wants it to be a surprise. The farm. Him. The retirement. Max staying, more importantly. Daniel still thinks he is in Las Vegas.

Max hopes he blocked Christian because he knows the man will call Daniel next. Knows that of course, they keep tabs with each other. Max doesn't want them to ever contact Daniel again. Will go to Goodwood on his own if it means Daniel isn't sad.

Max should have told the lawyers to give them a gag order.

He calls Grace. Gnaws on his lip. Turn away to face a wall, hunches over so no one glances at him as her voice rings. He mutters a hello to her joyful greeting. Something eases inside of him.

“How is Vegas? Daniel is half a text away from putting Sky Sports on.” She continues happily. Max knows Sky Sports is at the Ricciardo’s, not at the farm, because even Joe has banned Daniel from his family house for the past Grand Prix. He hasn’t quite grasped the story yet, but Daniel yelled at the TV, when Max took a penalty for something he didn't do.

He did brake too late. Jutted his chin at the media afterwards. Still won. Daniel had sent him another voicenote. A video. He stopped after Austin. Daniel doesn’t watch F1 now.

“Daniel can't watch, Grace.” He says, urgently. Sharply. Even Grace laughs a little, not at Max. But because they both know Daniel can't watch the race. Max has dozens of messages with timestamps aligning with Max being in the car - photos of their baby girl cow, voice notes of Daniel making weird sounds back to birds. One video he kept safe on his computer of Daniel stepping in manure, filmed by Michelle, twin laughs so loud. He promised Daniel he deleted it. Deleted it from his phone. Daniel should know better. So. Daniel doesn’t watch the races. Tells Max it hurts too much still. Even if the VCARB car doesn’t want to race well without her driver. Max feels good about it. Daniel doesn't watch the races but knows when Max wins. His are the first messages Max opens now. Won’t receive anymore.

He has wondered if Grace sends Daniel some Max shaped messages during races. If the Max-shaped hole that follows Daniel seeped into all of the Ricciardos.

Max can't win this one. Can't give Grace love notes from Nike’s wings to deliver to Daniel. But he can give her himself to deliver. Hopes Daniel remembers his mythologies. Hopes he won't be disappointed, that Max won't win on the track anymore.

Maybe he can get Daniel to do a shoey when he helps win sim races. Max will allow it even on the tiny desk camera. Will endure Redline jokes with a smile on his face.

Hopes Daniel wears shoes in the house. For the sim shoeys.

“Las Vegas treating you this bad, Max? You know he would be there if you asked.” Max swallows. Hasn't asked Daniel either. Just wants him to ask Max to stay. Max doesn’t want Daniel at the races, he wants to be with Daniel here. Home. Or something. “It isn't too different from Australia, there.”

It is. There is no Daniel. Everyone, not only Max, will feel the Daniel hole this weekend. It will suck. Max’s weekend won't. He smiles.

“I'm not in Las Vegas, Grace.” he admits, when there’s a lull. When Grace doesn't ask what Max wants because she too knows to let Max speak first. Lets him fight phantoms around his lungs and voices and Max is better now, when it comes to Daniel. “I’m. I am in Perth. At the airport. I can't rent a car to Daniel's farm “

“I can't get to him.”

Because his team usually handles his aliases and bookings and Max hasn't told anyone he is going to Perth. Is in Perth. Grace is silent for a moment. Two. Max feels a flush on his neck. Is embarrassed and needy and wants her to approve.

“Oh, Max.” She sighs. He thinks the sound is lovely. Hopes Daniel says it like this too. Hums. Max hears the shuffle of keys, soft footsteps. “I think Daniel can wait a couple more hours to see you. He has been a bit antsy not to hear from you during your flight to Vegas.”

“I’m sure he looked at the Jet twitter account.” She says and Max looks downward, mouthes about his own Jet having a twitter account. It’s X now, or whatever. Spares a second to think about George who promised to win all the monopoly games against Lando for Max.

Max thinks George knows. As part of the union. Or just because he loves Daniel too, tangentially different from Max. Otherwise Max will punch him next. No hard feelings. Just like how Lewis’ texts are unanswered - a bit of hard feelings there, truly.

“Sit tight, honey, ok? Traffic will be bad, but I'll be there in a couple of hours.”

Max has a joke about Grace making the fastest lap too. That she does it for Max as well, always. Counts to ten. Says it in rushed words that graze his teeth, feels sharp and tender against his flesh. Thank you, Daniel. Thank you, Grace. Smiles into his shoulder when she laughs. He will tell Daniel this, that he made his mother laugh on the phone.

That he made his mother pick him up at the airport. So Max could be here with him finally. It's evening already, Max feels a little bad that Grace offered immediately. Doesn’t let it linger because he will be with Daniel finally, when he left so many hours ago. Didn’t even take a shower in the plane because it is not his plane shower.

He thinks about many things. About Daniel, mostly. Because there is nothing to do at the arrival part of the building. Max’s phone teeters at 5%. He finds a shop to buy a charger with the correct plugs. Sees Daniel’s face in the newspapers anyway.

Buys a RedBull, throat feeling tight and dry. Dares to thumb up Martin’s one of many texts, emojis and questions and pleas because Max had told Martin to grab him at the grand Prix and. Max isn't there. He is here, in Perth. To see Daniel. To kiss him. Ask him to ask Max to stay so he will. Will anyway, even if Daniel doesn't know, doesn't dare to ask. He doesn’t say this to Martin, of course. Because he has not seen Daniel yet. Cannot let him ruin the surprise. So many would tattle on Max, for Daniel.

Daniel is so loved, always. But Max will love him most.

Martin sends him a middle finger emoji. He replies with a laughing face. Swipes to decline Christian’s call. Thinks hard about whether or not he should block all of them. Or email his lawyers.

Doesn't decide either way.

Jokes with team Redline for a moment. Doesn't tell them where he is. A quick Google search and he has a few more hours before he must be in the paddock. He won't be.

Grace arrives in a flurry of smiles and cooing and wild curls that have gone a bit more grey now. Maybe it catches up with her now that Daniel isn't racing. That she won't watch her son crash on live TV ever again. He wonders, in a small voice, if he made her go grey too.

He hugs her as tightly, feels himself to be shy when she pats his cheek, palm warm in blessing. He sees the same grey at Daniel’s temples, on his beard. Wants to pull at the curls on Daniel’s head a little and check if Daniel has grey hairs on his pubes too, so Max can focus on those when they fuck. When he makes love to Daniel in Perth.

Max turns from Grace so she doesn’t see the bashfulness on his face. She too is a Max mind reader. Learned from her son. Or maybe she is just that good. Max does love her too.

“Daniel is going to be heartbroken “ she says, and Max’s heart stutters. Frowns. Feels too big. She pats his cheek again, smiles the same heart shaped thing. It soothes Max. “He ate all the food he bought for you specifically, said he would go again as it’s not the winter break. And he isn't expecting you until then. He went a bit crazy, nesting.”

“Too many barbecues.” He states and she nods. He wonders what Max foods Daniel bought and ate all on his own. He wants to know what makes Daniel think of Max. What he has substituted whilst waiting for him. Would he have waited until after Adu Dhabi?

She talks as much and as fast as her son. Max’s brain stops. Hard restarts. When she says how Daniel has moved things around. Bought mini fridges for Max’s gaming sessions. He hasn't asked Max to stay yet. Nesting. Waiting for his baby bird Max.

“Will Daniel be happy?” He half chokes, worry gnawing at his inside. Grace’s smile loses the heart shape of her lips but her face softens so much more.

“He already is, with you.” she answers. “Always has been, Max.”

They both remember when Daniel left Red Bull. Left Max. It means a lot.

Max stays awake for a few minutes. Shuffles into the passenger seat. Doesn't let Grace heave his bag into the boot. Declines to lay down at the back of the truck for a nap. Blushes when she pats his cheek a bit longer. Listens to Grace small talk with him, just like Daniel does, until his eyes close. There is no one snoring two seats down.

That guy in the Vcarb paddock plays on the radio. Max still hasn't opened the Spotify links.

He doesn't know how long they drive. Couldn't drive the way back to the airport. Good. Max doesn't intend to leave. Or just for a few days, Daniel can drive him. Max doesn't fancy seeing the wheel of a car. Thinks of bikes and sim racing instead.

Wakes when Grace shakes him at a turn and the road turns to dirt and dust. Hands him a bottle of water, a chocolate bar - nothing with nuts, she says with a wink that makes Max blush.

That makes Max want. Because it means he can kiss Daniel.

She woke him up before they entered the farm. Max is awake, jittery, just like when the five red lights are on and he is waiting waiting waiting — go. Watches through the window, tries to imagine this is where Maximillian the baby cow lives. Sees trees and dirt bikes parked at the front. Daniel’s farm.

He has seen pictures, of course. Long before today. Long before the thing between them grew legs and names and burrowed into their hearts but he feels shaky, to be there.

The calls and the videos and how they shared snippets of lives apart doesn't do it justice.

He watches Grace text Daniel. Does it via voice control. She too lies with a smile. Tells him she is bringing groceries. A gift even. Max is the gift. She elbows his side softly, shows him the reply — Daniel is busy, his mum can let herself in. It makes Max bite the inside of his cheek. Daniel would tell him too, because he feels his own face be blank from overwhelm.

Grace dumps him at the door. Kisses his cheek. Tells him to say hi to Daniel. Races out of the farm like she’s the one in Vegas. He would give her a penalty for the way she bumps the bins ever so slightly.

He will give her DOTD. Will make Daniel text her the joke, after. Knows Grace will sends emoji kisses and the dot dot dots all mothers use.

The first thing he hears from Daniel’s real voice since September is a curse, a what the fuck mom loud and whispered because why would Grace leave the groceries on Daniel’s front step without saying hi. Max will though, has Grace’s words in his mouth.

Max is the groceries. Half a eaten chocolate bar without nuts and an empty water bottle he hasn't left in Grace’s car. He is polite.

Daniel opens the door. His t-shirt is wet from the shower or the cow trough, little shorts that make his tan lines silly. Max want to push the hem up and see for himself.

They look at each other. Max wants to do something silly like wave. Croaks a hello, dan-iel. Wants to do something less silly, like reach for the collar of his shirt, to bump him against the door and kiss him.

He does neither. Stands on the porch, devouring Daniel with his eyes. Smiles awkwardly. Lifts an eyebrow. He’s got no problem with his voice this time, or with anything else.

“Max?” Daniel says, squeaks. Reaches out between a punch and a pat and a hug and Max smiles wide.

“Hi Daniel. I am your delivery.” He says proudly, even as Daniel’s eyes sweep over him again and again. Glances at the road. Mouthes what the fuck mom again. So Max is helpful.

“Your mother drove me from the airport.” He explains. As if this is what Daniel is asking.

Doesn't explain what is happening. Daniel hasn't asked yet.

“Max. You —” yes, me, Daniel. “You can't be here?”

“Can’t I?” He asks. Max doesn't know how it sounds, what his face does but it makes Daniel pull him into a hug. Tight and shaky and Daniel’s fingers twine into Max’s short hair until his cap is lifted away. He grips too hard, Max’s neck tingles pleasantly.

“Of course you can Max — I wanted – you should have said.” He finishes. Doesn't start. Doesn't ask. But Daniel wanted, so Max is happy. Daniel doesn't have to ask, really.

Max hugs him back. Kisses the hem of the wet t shirt. Smells fresh shampoo. Not the cow trough then. Doesn't let his mind linger on Daniel in the shower.

“Maxy.” A breath. An exhale just like Grace’s but it is softer, warmer, more loving. Max kisses Daniel's skin next. Tastes sweat not shampoo or cow water. Shivers.

Two months.

“The airport, Max?” He asks after a breath. Let Max pull his face between his two hands. Let him thumb at his lips the way Max wants to kiss him but doesn't yet. “You took the plane there? Lando sent me a selfie from the jet and I thought you were —” doesn't finish his sentence.

Thought Max was going to race again. That maybe he would never come to the farm. Would not love Daniel back enough to do so. Daniel is always a bit silly, a bit slow for this.

“Yes Daniel.” He nods.

It continues for a moment. Silly questions that make Max’s thumb graze Daniel’s wet tongue, burns a fire in Max’s belly. Did Max sleep? Yes, Daniel. Slept more in the car. Is he ok? Is he is sure? Does he want to come in? Yes yes yes.

Daniel kisses him the moment Max crosses the threshold. Max doesn't actually get a tour of the house until two days after. It is ok, he knows where the ensuite is, listen to Daniel’s footsteps. Get served not quite Max foods in bed.

Tugs him back into bed. Uses his weight to keep him there. Daniel follows easily.

Max slides into the counter. Tells Daniel to ask him. Burrows in the ugly lawn chairs.

Vegas ends. Daniel has to show Max who wins. Max texts George it is rude of him to have removed Max from the group chat when Daniel is still there. George tells him everyone loves Daniel more. Max sends him a selfie from the farm, flipping him off.

Wearing Daniel’s enchanté on the ugly lawn chairs. George tells him he has this one already, try again Max. Send a kiss to Daniel, mate.

He kisses Daniel. Long and sloppy and maybe a bit jealous. Doesn't tell him about George, since Daniel kisses him back the same way.

They talk more, of course. Daniel’s nerves don't evaporate after Max slathers after sun lotion onto his skin. Max is steadfast anyway. Shows him what Daniel doesn't get with words only.

He asks about Max racing three times a day for the first week. Asked a dozen times the first day. Until Max forwarded all 43 emails to him. Probably broke whatever NDA his lawyers have in place. It isn't like Daniel will talk and have quotes leak into the Dutch press.

Max hasn't even told his people. Everyone is surprised, or so he hears. Hears about it loudly from the people who matter.

He is ready to be here. Has packed little, but has crafted a schedule for him and Daniel. Tells him what feed is available at what nearby store. Has in fact contacted the vets as well, so Maximillian doesn't happen again.

He has been planning. The retirement is new, yes, but not him being here with Daniel. If would have happened anyway. Max just couldn't wait anymore.

He talks and talks and Daniel sits there between bemused and endeared. Max wants to fuck when he looks like this and doesn't interrupt Max. Wants to promise it is real. He may or may not have truly placed a grocery order when he was waiting for Grace. It will arrive in two days, because Max ordered big quantities. And two freezers. Daniel hasn't been taking care of himself, ate all the Max foods and not the Daniel foods.

Daniel makes a joke about Pinterest. Max doesn't tell him he has one, and shared it with his mother at the tail end of September. When Max felt Daniel’s loss keenly. And couldn't fly to Australia yet.

It has the dirt bikes he wants to order. Has things for him and Daniel. Max has seen the poor coffee machine. They will need a better one. One Daniel won't call a cunt.

Also room for the trophies. Theirs. Max is sure he can get someone in the MTC to take the Monza trophy and send it to Daniel. Everyone is on hair trigger about him still. Max could rally an army for him. Oscar joked about it already, but Max remembers.

Couldn't get him the seat. But. It got Max here. Got them to stop being stupid, high up in a hotel room in Singapore. Max is ok with it. He thinks — looking at Daniel scroll through Max's Pinterest board with eyebrows that rise rise and a smile that is wonky and secret. Daniel may be ok with it too.

Daniel makes the same cooing noise he has when speaking to the baby cow. Max loves him a little more.

“What about the cats?” Daniel asks suddenly. Max stops absently fidgeting with Daniel’s t shirt. It is frayed at the hem. It annoys Max and puts him to sleep too. He doesn't remember what they put on the TV.

“I have been here more than two weeks, Daniel.” Nineteen days in fact. Three since the news officially dropped. Max hasn't even looked at the tributes. Feels complicated things nest within the peace he made for himself. Doesn't care about the complicated things, when he is with Daniel.

Two days after Vegas Max sighed and called Christian back after his lawyers emailed him their agreement. Hunched in Daniel’s spare and empty room. He nearly puts Christian on speaker to measure the walls and think about his computer equipment instead. He has quotes and lead time and worked the schedule with everyone involved. He will only miss one or two streams.

Didn't because Daniel frowned at him. Made shooing motions with his hands. Max kept the door open. Glanced at Daniel hovering, thumbs up and aborted hands to Max’s hips. Unseen and unheard support. Max doesn't fight the conversation, but patiently explains his decision.

Does not even think to say he regrets anything. Ask if Christian regrets instead. Doesn't even need to bring up what happened at the last race, the lack of points from either teams.

Christian hasn't called back since. Good.

This isn't about Christian though. Daniel pokes the edge of his pectoral. A nail scratches his nipples. Max has to focus on the conversation, rather than blurting out he wants Daniel to fuck into him like that, a titjob. They could make it happen, even if Daniel will also complain about his knees. Max only cares about Daniel's fingers digging into his flesh.

Daniel pokes him harder. Max pouts. Hums a question.

“Are the cats ok?” Daniel asks more urgently. Untangles himself for the heap they make on the sofa. Drowns the sound of the TV. Drowns Max’s sleepiness back into awakening. Stops the horny thoughts.

Max is always ready to tell Daniel about the cats. They are his Maximillian. He has sent as many photos of them as Daniel did their baby cow. He knows Daniel doesn't have a Jimmy and Sassy secret folder. But.

There’s a printed Polaroid picture of them on the fridge. Max doesn't even remember Daniel taking it in Monaco. Jimmy and Sassy kittens curled on Daniel’s fridge.

They took a long time to be here, Daniel and he. It made Jimmy and Sassy grow.

“Yes they are ok. Jimmy has eaten all the food, and Sassy has posed for pretty pictures.” He knows, because Max asks for updates from the hotel ten times a day. He pays enough for them to do it. They haven't complained yet, not even when Max told them to buy better treats when he is not there.

He doesn't talk about the Jimmy pictures because not even Max’s money make pretty pictures of Jimmy happen.

“They are at the cat hotel Daniel. I have not let them be alone in the flat.” He explains. Pulls up his phone. Quickly scrolls past the Maximillian folder before Daniel sees. Explains the expensive set up he booked when Max purchased the flight tickets. Picked the expensive package with kitty spa.Doesn't mention their stay will end soon. Max can extend it. It is fine. Can extend it until Max asks otherwise.

A silence. A beat. Daniel’s hand spasms against Max’s thigh. He doesn't want to extend it. Doesn't want to think even this could end. He booked a one way flight to Daniel’s heart. Daniel’s hand forms little morse code messages between them. Goads the words out of Max’s throat, always.

“Can they come?” Max asks. The words are swallowed. He feels them tingle on his lips like Sassy scratches.

“Maxy.” Daniel says, and Max doesn't know what it means. Thinks the closest thing was when Max had asked why Daniel was leaving him. Leaving RedBull. It makes his heart ache, and Max feels like he has missed something again.

“Max.” He says again because Max closes his eyes. Exhales. Feels Daniel’s breath against his cheek. His eyelashes.

“You’re staying, yeah?” Daniel asks. Max reminds him he has been here nineteen days. Will count them all. This is what makes Daniel relax into him, the weight against his thigh sodden.

He watches as Daniel goes through a decision. Realisation that yes, Max hasn't been lying. Hasn't been booking flights back to Monaco, away from Daniel. Max waits for him. Cards fingers through longer curls, tug a little to make Daniel hum.

“Then they’re staying too. I’m only afraid of dogs, Maxy. And Jimmy at night. We can't let them roam outside.” Starts to talk about Australian wilderness like Max hasn't researched it years ago. Has spiralled when crossing Atticus spiders. Shivers.

Understandable. Max is a bit afraid too. Mostly for his furniture. Doesn't say they are expensive city cats, they won't even like the outside. They have never seen a chicken. Won't eat Daniel’s babies.

He reminds Daniel that he is scared of so many things. Sharks. And heights. And open sea water. And so many more quiet fears Max thinks Daniel got tattooed in ink. It’s fine. Max isn't afraid.

He is a bit afraid of the insects still. Yelled when a snake was in the toilet, the other day. Looked up websites to train the cats to eat spiders. Daniel had laughed so hard Max had to pat his back. A bit too strongly. Flushed deep red. Refused a kiss.

Somehow Daniel is laughing again. Making fun of Max. Max knows now that he also laughs with him. Gears up for a joke only Max will find funny.

“Will they get Air Maxed to Perth, Maxy?” He snickers. Max doesn't laugh because, yes, they will. Levels Daniel with a huff that makes Daniel honk scream, pointy elbows in Max’s soft ribs. “Do they have kitty passports?”

Of course they do. Max filled out their visa and applications the other day. Before Daniel even said yes to them being here. He squeezes Daniel’s hand in thanks. With love.

Daniel shows him the Jet account. Says it will be so funny when they see it depart Monaco for Perth. But Max won't be landing. Asks Max if he will make his mother pick up the cats from the airport too.

Max doesn't say anything. He will make Daniel drive, at this rate.

Asks if he can leak to the press that it is Jimmy and Sassy on Perth Express - just like in Zandvoort, Max, get it? Should they name it the Daniel express?

Max kisses him quiet. Presses him down the too small sofa. Daniel doesn't get the titjob, it’s fine. It only has been nineteen days. Max will make it happen.

Daniel is correct. Because Lando, Martin and three other people sent him a message about Perth the moment he gets confirmation the cats are strapped safely into the jet. Lando is supposed to be on media duties in Brazil, Max knows. It makes Max want to thank Lewis for not telling anyone beforehand and that makes him grumpy.

Daniel can talk to Lewis as much as he wants, Max still doesn't think they are friends. Hates that they both made a face when Daniel said it out loud and then Lewis laughed, the one time in the past month that Lewis called Daniel. Because Daniel told him. Lewis makes fun of Max.

Why have you got alerts about my Jet, Lando? He asks. Lando sends three shrug emojis. Max thinks about revoking jet access.

I cannot be travelling to Perth, he sends. Wait for them to send more messages. They ask why, what is Max thinking? Why isn't he with Daniel? Daniel will have him.

If Max isn't racing, why isn't he there? What the fuck Max. Max feels insulted.

Max smiles also, pleased. Yes, everyone knows Daniel will have him. Says he is already at the farm. That Daniel is cooking breakfast. That neither of them have a dietary plan to follow. Says he has been there since before Vegas.

His phone vibrates for an entire minute. Daniel looks up from his laptop, eyebrows raised. Max sighs.

After two missed calls, Lando sends a fifteen minute long voice note. He doesn't open it. Thinks about blocking Lando’s number. Knows he has burner phones so doesn't bother.

Hears the Lando screech from Daniel’s phone five minutes later. Daniel tells Lando that no, Max is the only one who can appear at his doorstep before a grand Prix he should totally have been at.

Yes, Lando can come to the farm during break. No, only if Max agrees. Yep, it’s like that mate.

Max beams at Daniel’s back.

Calls Max a world champion. Lando gags on speakerphone. They don't talk about the current point standing. Even the FIA doesn't know what to do. Max smiles. Gets up to wrap himself against Daniel’s back. Flips an unseeing Lando because he didn't even face time. Laughs against Daniel's neck when Lando calls them names.

Daniel telltales about Max flipping him off. Max withholds jet privileges for the both of them. Will put Daniel to sleep next to a snoring man when they travel back to the other side of the world. Max loudly says he will sleep soundly, alone.

Daniel of course is with him when they take the plane to Monaco.

There might be something on their fingers Max can't wait to tell his mother. They have the quickie Max wanted.

They buy the first aid kit. Max orders more anyway. Stockpiles plasters in their bathroom. Doesn't blush when lube also arrives. He ordered too much. But he takes things seriously. Especially Daniel’s comfort. Daniel’s pleasure. Tells Daniel spitroasting isn't enough.

Daniel chokes on it. Max smiles, content, eyes creased. Daniel says Max can't kiss him anymore. How silly.

He texts a play by play to Luke. They make a little joke about it on the next stream. Daniel flips him off where he sits, off camera. Watches max sim race even though it’s past his bedtime.

Max loves him.

Spends an hour or two or five looking up at first aid courses too. Drives Daniel’s car to the little town next to the farm and takes a course with new parents and two older women.

He is of course, the best there. Gets a little diploma. Shakes their hands and tells them about Daniel, who will break his collarbone one day, Max has foretold it. They don't laugh, but the instructor snickers at the back of the room. They think it is just a couple thing, a private joke between lovers. They weren't lovers then, despite the Daniel and Max shaped holes.

Max isn't joking.

Yet.

He comes back from his afternoon class to Daniel fresh from the shower, fresh from the tail end of the farm where they ride more often than not. Isn't joking when he congratulates Max. Opens a bottle of wine, not champagne, when Max shows him the stamped form that calls Max a first aider. Max jokes that he can't spray Max with wine, can’t do a shoey.

Smiles into his shoulder when Daniel says the shoey is for the next race Max wins from his gaming room setup.

It is not a DR3 wine, Max is happy. Downs one glass before Daniel kisses his cheek and cracks open a premade gin & tonic cocktail. Max burrows into the better dining chairs, even if they are outside.

And still.

It isn't Daniel who breaks anything. It’s him. It isn't even because of Maximillian the cow. She isn't a baby anymore. Max loves her now. Max raced with the dirt bikes and well. Learnt that it is different, than crashing on a track. There are no flags to wave to tell Max about debris. Looked away from the road for one second.

He would have preferred the G force and the tyre stacks. Feels the burn of dust in open grazes on his skin. Smells the antiseptic more than he does the plaster for the cast.

He is a bit out of it, as they wait.

He told Daniel it wasn't worth driving to the next private hospital. It was just a broken wrist. He won't have a cool scar like Daniel.

Daniel isn't too happy about Max’s jokes. It’s just past Christmas and the emergency services are full. A private hospital would have seen him already. Max doesn't mind waiting. Pulls a cap down his face. No one recognises them anyway, not when children are crying and Max wants to cry too.

He thinks Daniel cried a bit, driving Max and his limp wrist and bleeding knees. Kissed his face and called him baby and suddenly Max forgot about the pain.

Remembered it straight after.

“When I said you owed me a gift, Maxy.” Daniel says, tired as they still wait at the hospital, x-ray done and Max knows the bone is broken. “it didn't mean you had to hurt yourself for it.”

Even through the painkillers, Max knows Daniel isn't talking about his injury. Makes for a move but Daniel scrambles to hold him down, helps him move so Max doesn't hurt himself more. Daniel is silly. But Daniel is his now, and Max didn't have it on his list for Daniel to take care of him too.

“Daniel.” He slurs a bit. It makes Daniel pay attention. Max isn't fully in control. Doesn't care. He has never been embarrassed about Daniel. Not at seventeen. Not now.

“I looked at dirt bikes,” he says. Daniel’s face doesn't do anything different. Thinks again. Words trip in his mouth. He doesn't know where to start to make Daniel see. “In Singapore. In fact, in Baku, but I of course did not act on anything until you knew.”

Had created his little Pinterest board of emails and quotes and late night googling. Had moved the Max plan to action mode. Crossed little steps in his mind to get to the finish line more quickly. Recklessly. But Max doesn't regret. No regrets, only memories.

He says it in half bitten words.

Daniel’s mouth does something funny. Like not kissing him. Max knows it is sore, even between them, that Max is the only one who told Daniel, before. Daniel thinks still it wasn't Max’s duty. Max thinks otherwise. He needed to be the one to tell Daniel, if they wouldn't. It could not have been anyone else.

“I looked at dirt bikes and clothes to wear on a farm and got myself ready for you.” That’s what she said. Daniel would have snickered and made a dick joke too, Max thinks, if Max wasn't hooked on a IV for fluids and is waiting to get a cast. He will get the green resin, he thinks. Or the blue. If it isn't any of the blues from the teams. Would have gotten red, if they had any. Ferrari red.

Daniel would have sent it to Seb and finally Seb would have texted Max back. He is sure. He will ask for a red cast. Focuses on Daniel again. There is so much of Daniel in him.

“I always meant to come here. After —” doesn't say he thought he would retire first, in fact. That was the plan, until summer break. Thought he would watch Daniel race from the farm. “After it was done. I always wanted to be with you.”

“Maxy—”

“I want to be here.” He whines, urgent. Daniel grabs his good hand. Max thinks the pain muddles things up. Wishes he could just speak Dutch. Breng je me even naar huis? Daniel would have honked laughed. Will try it next time they go on a date not on the farm.

Will make Daniel take him home.

Max has a laundry list of thing he did, between Baku and now. Has a secret plan for after, once they cross Christmas and the new year's. Wants to show it all to Daniel so they can go back to Europe and their friends and Max’s family and Max will sit content and happy and not even think about racing.

He guesses he will say yes when Daniel asks to spend a night at Christian’s. He will rope GP into it. GP loves Daniel anyway, will say yes.

Love me. Love me. He doesn't say. But wants to scramble and urge Daniel to get it.

“Max.” Daniel soothes. Fingers tracing the furrow in Max’s brow. It is soothing. Maybe Max whined out loud again. Daniel rubs circles in his thigh, the other one, not the one with the giant gauze on it. It still burns a little. Max will look up gear for the dirt bikes next. Won't allow Daniel to ride without knee pads.

“You didn't need to do all of that for me to love you.”

Max hums, gentle. Yes, it is good, that Daniel loves him. Would be a bit awkward, he thinks, because he has a gift burrowed between the boxes in the spare room, Max’s gaming room. Daniel had vetoed it living in their dining room. Max had only beamed throughout the process.

“I loved you already, Maxy.” love you now, love you forever, he corrects when Max makes a wounded sound and the heart monitor goes beep beep beep. Soothes him with a kiss, a whispered I love you baby against Max’s sweaty temple. “You know I would have waited for you. Even until 2026. You know they all thought you’d leave then.”

Daniel had waited a long time. Max knows, listening when Daniel talked about it, jittery hands drumming on Max’s thigh. Explains the Daniel timeline to Max. Fills in gaps.

Chokes up on words and confessions and doubts. The Daniel plan is as long as the Max plan. But Daniel didn't have a farm to go to. Max thinks now he shouldn't have bought a flat in Monaco. Could have bought land in the Netherlands. Might buy a house with a field for tulips. For sunflowers. They could have had a Maximillian cow in Belgium as well. But Daniel needs the sun, needs the distance. Max is happy to follow. Never cared to call anything a home until now.

But Daniel always talked about home. And family.

Didn't meet Max’s eyes until he was finished. Filled Max’s heart until he thought he would throw up from happiness. Bought the burrowed gift the morning after. Daniel has many rings for Max to steal and measure. It waits, like Daniel.

But it is Max, who doesn’t want to wait. Daniel’s eyes crinkle. He kisses the top of Max’s head. Max must have said it out loud. He says things out loud too often. Doesn't care for word games. It is what it is.

Daniel signs Max’s cast. Draws a shit honey badger. A blob. Max makes sure he knows his drawing is bad. Gives the shitty honey badger that-is-not a name. It is a lovely name, unlike Daniel’s drawing skills.

Daniel swats at him every time he brings it up, smile blinding anyway. Heart shaped lips on his face.

Daniel helps him in the shower even if Max could just wrap it in plastic to protect the cast. Says it every time. Daniel washes Max’s back and his hair and — oh. Yes. He gets it now. Doesn't refuse the help anymore.

Daniel says he crosses the line at taking care of Max’s itchy skin. Calls him a big boy. Shoots finger guns at him. Max pouts. Watches the streams from the sidelines and Luke makes fun of him. No one else outside of their circles knows Max Verstappen has a cast from a dirt bike incident in Perth.

It does make it to the daniel3 dump weeks after. Max stares, unmoved. Resolves to post an embarrassing picture of Daniel on his main account, will bypass the admin control just like he did after Spa. Maybe the manure video from his computer.

He changes the flights back to Monaco because he cannot face his friends and family with the cast on. Has shown them already yes, but doesn't want to explain why yes Daniel must help him in the shower. That’s for Max to know only. For Daniel to smirk about.

Yes, he sighs to George because of course George knows. They slipped once. No, they do not buy a bench like old people. Because get it Max, Daniel is older.

They simply run baths now. He doesn't tell George that. He is the one washing Daniel’s curls. Buys the good shampoo, even.

Grace signs the cast too, coos all over Max for an entire day. Daniel asks her to stop but Max beams, lets Grace take over, until his cheeks hurt from smiling. From nudging Daniel with jokes and teases. Daniel goes out to check the chickens five times. Never comes back with eggs. His smile is bigger each time he sees his mother and Max sat on the couch together. Smiles biggest when Max is sandwiched between Grace and Joe.

Doesn't squeak when they pull out embarrassing pictures. Max has seen a lot of embarrassing teenage Daniel. Fell in love back then anyway.

Max whispers asks to steal a few. He will copy the entire album. Daniel knows he can't win because Max knows he was the cutest child so Max is not embarrassed by baby Max pictures. Daniel has talked to his mother about it many times.

Max’s heart flipped funny then. Avoids his mother’s eyes every time. Long silences on calls. Sophie’s Max is sighed the same way Grace’s is.

Daniel makes hand motions between his eyes and Max when Max hollers at him not to break his collarbone. Daniel swears he will ban Max and dirt bikes. He won't, because they race each other and Daniel still wins for now and Max will kiss him again at that little remote spot they can only get to on the bikes. When he can ride again. Daniel stared at him when Max swore he can probably drive one handed. He drove after Silverstone. That didn't make Daniel laugh.

She signs it with little X kisses. Signs it Grace Ricciardo, fastest lap in Perth. They laugh, burrowed in the ugly lawn chairs. Watch Daniel get the barbecue ready with his father. Max and Daniel foods ready on the side.

It is a way to midnight, to the new year's. He’ll wait. Will kiss Daniel at midnight. Will do the grape wishes he learnt from Carlos. Twelve little chances on what they can do next year. Max and Daniel’s first year together.

Just them. Their calendar is mostly free now, especially Thursdays to Sundays.

Max has one big wish and twelve grapes under a table to make it happen. Max smiles. Waits a bit longer. Max will be the one to ask then, and Daniel will say yes.

#maxiel #reckless thoughts fic #my writing #idk man i love reckless thoughts max #formula 1 rpf

22 notes · View notes

harley-sunday · 1 year ago

Text

Feels Like Home [08]

Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language. Smut. Probably NSFW (Finally, right?)

Word count: 5.7k

AN: It’s probably weird to say this about your own writing, but I love this part. Mostly because I’m a sucker for a nice full circle moment but also because I’ve grown these three characters so much. I hope you like it as much as I do ♥

Masterlist

A quick glance at your watch tells you you’ve got about thirty minutes left until Ellie wakes up from her nap and even though there are still some chores you need to do, you decide to grab yourself a cup of coffee and sit outside on the porch for a bit, so you can try to figure out how to talk to Granddad about maybe hiring a farmhand. Not just to help you out now but also after, when you’re- When he’s fully recovered. It’s definitely too much work for one person and even Granddad fully recovers, he’s seventy-eight, you’re not sure if he’ll be able to manage the growing herd of alpacas.

You’re a little lost in thoughts when you hear a car come down the driveway, a blue Toyota you think you recognise from somewhere, and so you stand up, ready to greet your visitors, wondering who it can be.

Are you a little surprised to see Grace and Joe step out of the car? Yes.

Maybe.

Ok, not really.

“Hello sweetheart,” Grace says as she walks over to you. She kisses your cheek before she hugs you, holding you tight.

“Hi,”

When you let go of her Joe is already waiting, wrapping his arms around you carefully, “Hiya.”

“What-” You look from Joe to Grace and back, “What are you doing here?”

Joe lets go of you and nods to Grace, “It was her idea.”

Grace smacks his chest, “Hey. No.” She lets out a laugh then and shrugs, “Well, it was but-”

“Daniel called you, didn’t he?”

“Yes,” Grace nods, taking your hand in hers. “I mean, I had plans to come visit you soon anyway, you know, have a cuppa together, but when Danny called us yesterday and said you had two new alpacas to take care of, well-” She squeezes your hand, “We figured we’d come over and see if there’s anything we can help with.”

“Plus, it’s been too long since I’ve seen old Oscar,” Joe says from where he’s standing behind Grace. “I was long overdue for a visit anyway.”

You’ve been a little on edge ever since Daniel left but so far you’ve been pretty good at hiding it, at not letting your emotions get the best of you, but now- You lower your eyes and bite your lip but it’s no use because once you blink the tears are streaming down your face.

“Hey, no,” Grace says, her voice soft and soothing. She pulls you in for another hug, her hands rubbing your back, “It’s ok, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry,” you manage in between sobs. “It’s just- I- The girls- And Ellie- And-”

“Ssh,” Grace shakes her head. “It’s ok.” She holds you a little longer, waits until you’ve calmed down before she lets go of you and puts her hands on your arms, making you look at her, “We’re here for you, ok? Joe can take Oscar to go check on the girls for a bit and I will stay here with you so we can do whatever needs to be done around the house, ok?”

“Thank you.” You use the sleeve of your sweater to dry your eyes and try to smile.

Grace tuts, “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” She nods towards the house, “Why don’t we go inside?”

Granddad greets Grace and Joe like they’re old friends and you find out they’ve seen each other a few times before, when Daniel first moved in. Joe and Granddad settle into some easy banter between them and it isn’t long before they head outside, so Joe can take him to Eagle’s Nest and check up on the rest of the paddocks.

You hear Ellie call for you from upstairs then and so you excuse yourself and tell Grace you’ll be right back. Ellie’s waiting for you in her cot, looking at you expectantly, as if she knows someone else is here.

“Hi bub,” you pick her up and head to the changing table so you can change her into her clothes. “Guess who’s here?”

Ellie’s eyes grow wide, “Danny?”

Your heart. Oh, your heart when you see her smile drop, “Danny’s in Mexico remember?.” You press a kiss to her forehead, “But Grace and Joe are here. You remember them?”

Ellie seems to think about that for a second and then nods, “Danny home.”

“Yeah, bub,” you tell her, picking her up and settling her on your hip, “they’re Daniel’s mum and dad.”

When you get downstairs you find Grace in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher. Her smile grows wide when she sees Ellie, “Hello pretty girl.”

You put Ellie down in her high chair so you can warm up her bottle of milk and when Grace asks you what else she can do you want to tell her it’s fine, that you’ll manage, but one stern look from her makes you swallow your words and give her your to-do list instead.

Grace busies herself with the laundry and Ellie insists on helping her and so you find yourself in the living room, tidying up and cleaning the floors and windows. It takes a little under two hours but then the living room is clean again, all the laundry is folded and put away, a new load in the machine, and the kitchen is looking like a kitchen again instead of a storage room.

By the time you are finished, Granddad and Joe make it back as well and all of a sudden you find yourself on the front porch, enjoying a cup of coffee with Daniel’s parents, Granddad, and your daughter, who’s happy with her fruit pouch, sitting in Joe’s lap.

After half an hour Granddad announces he’s going inside to take a quick nap, which Grace and Joe take as their cue to leave.

“Thank you so much,” you tell them before you give each of them a hug. “I really appreciate it.”

“It was our pleasure, sweetheart,” Grace tells you with a kind smile. She hands you a piece of paper then, “These are mine and Joe’s numbers. Promise me you’ll call if you need anything? We’re happy to help, whether it’s watching Ellie for a few hours, or-”

“Thank you,” you tell her, carefully folding the paper and putting it in your back pocket, knowing there’s no use in protesting.

“We’re flying out to Abu Dhabi on the sixteenth for Danny’s last race,” she says, “but until then we’re here.”

***

Brazil is- It’s a race he’d rather forget. A collision with Magnussen on the first lap means Daniel is out of the race before it’s even started and he spends the remainder of the seventy laps watching the race from the garage. They leave for Abu Dhabi the next day and the knowledge that it’s his last ever race for McLaren makes him actually look forward to the last race of the season.

His parents come in on Wednesday and if he gets a little emotional when he hugs his mum, so what? It’s been a long time since he last saw her and it’s an emotional weekend as is.

Daniel finishes ninth in the race and brings home a few points that in the end don’t make that much of a difference in the constructor’s championship but he feels good about. The team throws him a small farewell party after the race and he spends most of Monday a little hungover and vowing to himself he’s never going to drink again.

By the time Tuesday comes around and it’s time for their weekly call, Daniel feels giddy with excitement, knowing that the next time he’ll talk to her won’t be over the phone.

She picks up on the first ring and smiles into the camera, Ellie sitting in her lap with an equally bright smile, “Hi.”

“Hi,” he feels his grin grow ever wider.

“You’ve made it,” she says, hugging Ellie closer to her. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Daniel admits easily enough. “I’m glad it’s over. I uh-” He runs his hand over his face and shrugs, “Yeah.”

“And then tomorrow-”

“Yep,” he answers, knowing what it is she wanted to say.

“I’m really happy for you, Daniel,” she says. He can see Ellie nod in agreement even though he doubts the little girl knows what’s going on. “When-” She looks at him with a shy smile, “When are you flying back?”

“Next Monday, but it’s a late flight so-”

“That’s ok,” she answers. “There’s no rush.”

Daniel disagrees. He can’t wait.

***

You angle your phone towards Granddad, “Look, it’s official. Daniel’s back at Red Bull.”

Granddad nods, “Good.”

“He’s not driving though-” You frown as you read the caption of the Instagram post, “They’ve made him their third driver-”

“That’s good,” Granddad says with a mischievous smile. “He’s getting the best of both worlds, sweetheart. There’s no pressure anymore.” He chuckles then, “I can’t wait to hear what shit excuse McLaren comes up with next year, when their cars still aren’t performing and they figure out maybe it had nothing to do with Danny.”

“Granddad-”

“What?” Granddad feigns innocence with a cheeky smile, “Don’t tell me you’re not thinking the same thing.”

***

It’s close to ten when they finally make it back to his place, their flight delayed because of bad weather over Sri Lanka and a long wait at baggage claim despite their priority tags. Daniel’s happy to be back on his farm but he wishes they could have made it earlier so he could at least have gone over to see her.

“I’ll see you in two weeks, yeah?” Blake’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

Daniel nods and leans over the centre console to give his best friend a hug. “Thanks, mate,” Daniel says, patting Blake’s back, “for everything.” There’s a weight behind Daniel’s words that he hopes Blake understands.

“Absolutely no worries.” Blake lets go of him and pats Daniel’s cheek, “I’m glad we’re back.”

Daniel nods, understanding exactly what Blake means, “Yeah.”

“You need me to help you with your bags?”

“Nah, I’m good, thanks” Daniel says as he gets out. He grabs his backpack from the backseat, already using the one Red Bull gave him, before he takes his two duffel bags out of the trunk. He taps the side of the car and waits until Blake has driven off before he makes his way over to the house, putting his bags down on the porch so he can take his keys out of his pocket.

He drops his bags in the mudroom, deciding he’ll unpack them tomorrow because he desperately wants to take a shower first. The lights in the kitchen are on and he isn’t surprised to see there’s a note from his mum on the counter, letting him know she came by earlier today to sort through his mail and do a bit of cleaning. He’s already talked to her while he was waiting for his luggage but still he sends her a message to thank her and to tell her he’s made it back.

After a quick shower he finds himself back downstairs, wearing a comfy t-shirt and a pair of shorts hanging low on his hips. It’s still nice enough to sit outside and so Daniel grabs a beer from his fridge, sending a silent ‘thank you’ to his parents for making sure it’s fully stocked with food and drinks, and heads to his front porch. Or tries to anyway, because all of a sudden his intercom rings and with a confused frown he answers it, “Hello?”

***

Even though you try not to speed down his driveway, you still make it to the house in under a minute, Daniel waiting for you on the back porch. It’s been sixty-three days since you last saw him and it both feels like it was only yesterday and a lifetime ago and your heart seems to be bursting at the seams while doing somersault after somersault.

And if you park your car rather haphazardly, well, so what?

Taking a deep breath for no other reason than to not feel like you’re about to lose it, you unbuckle your seatbelt and step outside and all of a sudden Daniel’s right there and cupping your face. He pushes you against the car gently but there’s a sense of urgency when he captures your mouth in a desperate kiss. You close your eyes and moan into the kiss as your hands grab onto the fabric of his t-shirt, needing something to hold onto.

His teeth graze over your lower lip and when you open your mouth he licks inside without hesitating and fuck, that feels good.

Your hands have found their way into his hair, pulling him closer to you so you can deepen the kiss, and you hook one of your legs behind his, needing more of him.

Daniel pulls back then, panting, and lets his forehead rests against yours, “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

You wrap your hands around his neck and pull him close, breathing him in, “I’ve missed you too.”

“How did you-”

“Your mum called me after you texted her earlier.” You let go of him and cup his face, your thumbs caressing his cheeks and feeling yourself getting a little lost in those big brown eyes, that seem to be just a little watery, “I really wanted to see you.”

He lets out a shaky breath, “How long can you stay?”

“We’ve got all night,” you whisper back and give him another kiss. “Ellie’s with Granddad.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, going in for another kiss because now that he's back you're not sure you ever want to let him go.

“How’s Oscar doing? Back to his-”

“Daniel,” you groan, dropping your head against his shoulder. “We are so not talking about Granddad right now.”

Daniel laughs, “Noted.”

“Good.” You look up at him and roll the corner of your bottom lip between your teeth, “‘Cause I’m gonna need you to kiss me again.”

“Oh, don’t you worry,” Daniel says in between kisses. “I’m planning on doing a whole lot more than that.”

***

They make it to his bedroom eventually, both of them a little out of breath and a lot turned on. Daniel's never not touching her, as if he wants physical proof that she is really here, as if she might disappear when he lets go of her.

"Daniel-" she breathes, tilting her head back to give him better access to where he is sucking in the pulse point in her neck.

He lets his teeth graze over her skin before he swirls his tongue over the now sensitive spot, drawing another moan from her. There's entirely too many layers of clothes between them, he decides, and so he lets his fingers dance from her hips to her shoulders, hooking them under the straps of her dress. Daniel kisses his way back to her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip, and pushes the straps down her arms.

She shivers and he's worried he's overstepped but then she pulls back a little and looks up at him with a cheeky smile as she tugs on her dress to let it fall to her feet until she stands there in nothing but her bra and panties.

Daniel feels his mouth go dry because she looks absolutely gorgeous, all soft curves and glowing skin and he has to tell her, has to let her know and so he licks his lips and swallows hard, "Fuck, you're beautiful."

She lowers her eyes and he sees the minute shake of her head, like she doesn't believe him.

Fine, he thinks. I'll prove it to you then. Daniel takes a step closer and puts two fingers underneath her chin to make her look up at him. He sees her biting her lip and dips his head, kissing the corner of her mouth and smiling into the kiss when he feels the tension drain from her body. He cups her face and gently walks her backwards towards his bed, making her sit down on the edge before he pulls back and locks eyes with her, "Absolutely gorgeous."

He grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head, not caring to see where it lands. She catches on quickly and brings her knees to her chest so she can scoot backwards, watching him as he climbs onto the bed with her.

She leans back on her elbows and he puts his knees on either side of her hips so he can lean forward and capture her mouth for another kiss. When she lies down he follows her willingly, deepening the kiss by licking into her mouth before he sucks on her tongue so he can taste her.

When he pulls back she whimpers but then he kisses his way down to the swell of her breasts and the whimper turns into a moan when he pushes the fabric of her bra aside and swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud. It makes her arch her back and he can feel himself grow hard when she rakes her nails over his back. Daniel cups her other breast with his hand, his thumb rubbing her hard nipple over the fabric, and marvels at the way her breathing picks up.

“Dan-” She tugs on his hair gently, leading him back to her mouth for another kiss and he can feel her smile against his lips when she says, “I need-”

“Tell me what you need, babe,” he whispers, mouth close to her ear now. “Tell me exactly what you need and I’ll give it to you. Everything.”

“I need more,” she tells him without hesitating. “I need you inside of me. I want to feel you.”

And fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing anyone has every said to him. Daniel lets go of her and slides down the bed, hooking his fingers behind the elastic of her panties so he can take them down with him, while she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor without looking. When he stands at the edge of the bed so he can take his shorts off, he can’t stop looking at her, finds himself mesmerised by her body - the softness of her stomach, her plump breasts and-

Daniel makes quick work of undressing and then he’s back on the bed, kneeling in between her now spread legs, letting his fingers roam over her legs before he leans down and presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh, muttering a quiet, “Fuckin’ gorgeous,” against her skin. He slowly, slowly makes his way to her sex, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake before he lets his thumb run through her folds, amazed by how wet she already is.

“Dan-"

She doesn't say anything else but he knows exactly what it is she wants from him and so he dips his head and lets his tongue follow the earlier path of his thumb before he swirls it around her clit. Her hands are in his hair again, keeping him there where she needs him most, and he is more than happy to oblige because he can feel himself already starting to become addicted to her taste.

***

"That's it," you whisper when Daniel bends the two fingers he has inside of you just right. "Don't stop. Don't-"

Daniel doubles his efforts, nose against your clit as his mouth joins his fingers, his beard burning the skin of your thighs in the most exhilarating way.

"Dan," you warn him, your breathing becoming more and more erratic and your body tensing up, preparing for what is to come. "I'm gonna- Shit. Right there, baby. Don't stop. Please. Please, please, please."

He does as he's told and continues his attack on your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you and it's too much, it's-

Your orgasm washes over you, offering the sweet release you've been craving for so long. Daniel slows his movements but doesn't stop, helping you down from you high at a leisurely pace, as if you've got all the time in the world. You guess maybe you do.

When you finally stop shaking and your breathing is back to normal, Daniel pushes himself off and up so he is face to face with you. There's a soft smile playing on his lips but then he dips his head and kisses you, letting you taste yourself and it's almost enough to make you come again. Bucking your hips you feel his erection press against your core and it makes you pull back from the kiss so you can repeat your earlier request, “I need you inside of me, baby.”

Daniel’s pupils blow even wider, a darkness to his eyes that you haven’t seen before but that turns you on even more. He rolls off of you, pulling you with him, and watches through hooded lids as you kneel on top of him, your fingers skimming the hem of his boxers. He closes his eyes when you brush your thumb over the outline of his cock, letting out a quiet, “Fuck.”

You slide back a little and lean down, sliding one hand inside his boxers and taking him out. There’s a bead of precum on the tip and as you wrap your fingers around him you use your thumb to spread it out, before you lean down and take him into your mouth. He’s big, too big to take all of him at once, and so you use both your mouth and hands to get him ready.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he breathes from somewhere above you, one hand now cupping your face as you double your efforts and try to take him even deeper. He taps your cheek just as you can feel him start to swell inside your mouth and so you stop what you're doing and look up at him. Daniel swallows hard, “I’m gonna need you to stop if you want me to-”

“I want you to,” you tell him as you pump him one last time and then look at him expectantly.

Daniel reaches over and opens his nightstand drawer, finding what he’s looking for not much later. Getting the condom on somehow turns into a two-person job and makes you both laugh, which seems to relieve some of the built-up pressure. Once the condom is on, Daniel flips you over again and leans down for a kiss.

You can feel the tip of his cock nudge your entrance and so you reach down and gently guide him inside of you, gasping for breath when he starts to fill you.

“You feel so good,” Daniel whispers against the corner of your mouth just as he bottoms out. “So tight.”

“It’s ok,” you tell him, clenching your walls around him. “You can move.”

He does. At first he only pulls back a little before he pushes down again but the slicker you become the more he pulls out, until he’s pumping in and out of you in a rhythm that you know will get you there sooner rather than later. From the way Daniel’s breathing picks up you’re sure he’s not far behind either. You can feel your second orgasm starting to build and so you reach down for your clit just as Daniel puts his mouth close to your ear, “You’re taking me so well.”

His words go straight to your sex and you can feel your body starting to tense up once again, “Fuck, I’m gonna-”

“I’m right there with you, babe.”

“Fuck.” You arch your back and hook one leg over his waist, wanting to feel all of him, and somehow it makes the angle just right and he starts hitting the spot with each thrust and- “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t-”

Daniel picks up his pace even more and before you know it you’re panting, your hands cupping his face so you can look at him. “That’s it,” he says. “Take me in, babe.”

“Dan, I-” you try but then he slams into you harder and harder and you can feel yourself being tipped over the edge, your orgasm washing over you in full force and so all you can do is just enjoy the ride.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Daniel says, watching you as he keeps chasing his own high that follows not much later when he comes with a loud groan.

***

The sunlight seeping through his curtains wakes him up somewhere around ten and he’s a little confused when he hears quiet snores coming from the other side of the bed but then the memories from last night come rushing back and Daniel feels something tugging on his heart. He rolls over and can’t help but smile when he finds her tangled up in his sheets and so he presses a soft kiss between her shoulder blades.

She stirs, stretching her legs before she lets out a quiet moan, “Too early.”

Daniel chuckles, wrapping one arm around her waist and dragging her over to his side of the bed, “Good morning.”

“Mornin’” she whispers as she turns around in his arms so she can face him.

She looks absolutely beautiful and Daniel feels like the luckiest man alive when he presses a kiss to her forehead, “How you goin’, sleepyhead?”

She nuzzles into him, her warm breath hitting his chest as her fingers dance over his stomach, “I’m really glad you’re back, Dan.”

He smiles against her hair, “Me too.”

“Last night was-”

“Yeah,” he agrees quickly. “It was.” He hugs her closer, “We should do that again some time.”

He feels her laugh and she pinches his side then, “We should.”

***

“Do you think- Will she-” Daniel clears his throat and rubs his hands on jeans, “Do you think she’ll still recognize me?”

You put a hand on his knee to stop his nervous habit and smile up at him, “Just wait and see.”

When you pull up to the house not much later, Homer lets out an excited bark and rushes towards the car to greet you and whoever it is you’ve brought along. When he realises it’s Daniel, Homer wags his tail enthusiastically.

“See?” You try, scratching Homer’s ears, “Even the dog remembers you, Ricciardo.”

“Uhu,” Daniel nods, patting Homer’s head absentmindedly. “That’s great.”

The way he’s so nervous is absolutely endearing and so you don’t hesitate and take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze to let him know it’s ok. You nod towards the house, “Come on.”

Ellie’s inside, having a tea party with Granddad and Mr Koala, but the minute she spots Daniel her face lights up and she claps her hands, “Danny!”

You have to bite your lip to keep the tears at bay and next to you Daniel clears his throat and when you risk a quick glance at him you can see his eyes are a little glossed over as well.

He lets go of your hand and squats down, holding out his arms. Ellie all but launches herself at him and Daniel hugs her close, “Hello Miss Ellie.”

“Danny,” Ellie says again, patting his cheeks with her hands.

“I’ve missed you, kiddo.”

You rub Daniel’s back and when he looks at you from over his shoulder you give him a warm smile.

Daniel stands up then, Ellie still in his arms, and walks over to greet Oscar with half a hug before he sits down on the couch, Ellie snuggling up to him in his lap. She’s babbling, trying to tell him about all the things he’s missed and Daniel listens intently, asking all the right questions with a wide grin.

“I has day tomorrow,” Ellie says then. “Danny come with?”

“I-” Daniel shakes his head and looks up at you for help.

“It’s her birthday on Saturday,” you explain as you run your hand through your daughter’s hair, “but the concept of the days of the week is still a little confusing so she’s been saying it’s tomorrow for the past week or so.” You throw him a wink then, “I think she just invited you to her party.”

Daniel chuckles and pinches Ellie’s cheek, “Of course I’m coming with, sweetheart.”

“I be three,” Ellie explains, holding up five fingers proudly. Her little eyebrows knit together then, as if she’s trying to figure something out. You guess she did when she grins at Daniel, “Like you.”

“Like my race number, yeah,” Daniel nods, beaming with pride.

***

Daniel’s all over the place the rest of the week, catching up with his parents, his sister and her kids, some old friends he hasn’t seen since the summer break, and he hates that he’s not on the farm as much as he’d like even though she’s assured him things are much more manageable now that Oscar’s finally caved and hired a farmhand who comes to help out four days a week.

On Saturday though, there’s only one thing marked on his calendar and so he finds himself driving over to his neighbours after lunch, opting to get there a little early so he can help out with any preparations that still need to be done before the party starts.

He can’t help but smile when he pulls up to the house and sees the front porch is decorated with balloons and banners, and has to stifle a laugh when he sees Homer’s wearing a pink bow tie instead of his normal collar. Daniel pats the dog in his head when he steps onto the porch, “Looking sharp, Homer.”

Knocking three times, like he always does, before he lets himself in and finds her and Ellie in the kitchen, both of them wearing colourful summer dresses and looking absolutely beautiful. Daniel greets her first, with a quick kiss that might seem pretty chaste but still gives him the butterflies and he knows he’ll never grow tired of, before he presses a kiss to the top of Ellie’s head, “Hi sweetheart.” Ellie looks up at him with a goofy grin and holds out her arms without hesitation. Daniel picks her up and peppers her face with kisses, “Happy birthday, Miss Ellie.”

When he sits her down in her high chair again he hands her the gift he so carefully wrapped this morning, this time using the pink and purple wrapping paper he picked up at Woolies yesterday, “Here you go.”

Ellie starts tearing into the paper, letting out an excited giggle when she sees what’s inside.

Daniel looks at her with an apologetic smile, “I didn’t know what to get her but Michelle told me Isabella loved this when she was Ellie’s age so-”

“It’s perfect,” she says, her hand on his arm. “She’s really into colouring right now so this will keep her busy for some time to come.”

“Momma! Look!” Ellie holds up the box of crayons and the colouring book Daniel got her.

“That’s a fun gift, huh?” She squats down next to Ellie and nods towards Daniel, “Did you say thank you, yet?”

Ellie looks up at him with a bright smile, “Thank!”

“You are very welcome, sweetheart,” Daniel grins back. He looks at her then, “If there’s anything I can do to help-”

“Thank you but everything’s set,” she says as she stands up. He catches her looking at the clock on the wall, “I want to show you something.”

“Ok,” he draws out, not sure where this is going.

She picks Ellie up and nods towards the back door, “Come on.”

Daniel follows her outside and watches as she puts Ellie down, taking the little girl’s hand in hers. Ellie looks up at him then and holds out her hand and so Daniel takes it, trying to make his brain actively remember this exact moment because it is definitely one of the happier ones of his life.

“Your parents and sister should be here around three,” she says as she leads the way to where, he’s not sure. “Blake texted me right before you got here, to let me know he and Michael are running a little late but-” she shrugs and smiles, “I guess what I’m trying to say is we still have some time before everyone gets here.”

It’s then the field they went to a few months ago, when he first visited the farm, comes into view and Daniel lets out a quiet, “Oh wow.” There is a sea of red flowers in front of him, thousands and thousands of poppies swaying gently in the soft summer breeze, the rolling hills in the distance offering a perfect backdrop.

Ellie tugs on their hands, urging them forward until they reach the fence and she lets out a content sigh, “Pretty.”

“Just like you, bub,” she says, letting go of her daughter’s hand so she can squat down next to her. She picks a poppy and hands it to Ellie, “Here you go. A pretty flower for a pretty girl.” When she stands up she looks at Daniel, “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful,” Daniel admits easily enough, a tiny voice in the back of his head telling him what he already knows. That he’s not just talking about the flowers.

She takes a step closer to him and puts her arm around his waist, letting her head rest against his shoulder, “Told you so.”

Daniel slings his arm around her shoulders and pulls her close, pressing a kiss to her temple. There’s something- It’s weird, he realises. He’s only known her for a little over two months, and he was gone for most of that, but it feels like he doesn’t have to pretend to be someone he’s not. Not anymore. He doesn’t have to be Daniel Ricciardo, Danny Ric, DR, or the Honey Badger. He doesn’t have to be a Formula One driver, an eight-time race winner, the most beloved driver on the grid, and the fan favourite. He doesn’t have to be Red Bull’s wild card, Renault’s saviour, or, most recently, McLaren’s scapegoat.

After thirty-three years, it feels like this is exactly where he was meant to be. It feels like everything that has happened, everything that he’s been through, has led up to this. To this exact moment.

Because when he is here, when he’s with her, and with Ellie, he is Daniel. It feels- Words can’t describe it but in the end it feels like-

It feels like home.

#Daniel Ricciardo #F1 Fanfic #Daniel Ricciardo x reader #DR3 #F1 Imagine #Harley Sunday x Daniel Ricciardo #Feels Like Home

264 notes · View notes

justanotherdrfan · 9 months ago

Text

WELCOME ALL DANNY FANGIRLS TO YOUR INSTALMENT OF DANIEL RICCIARDO’S DTS BREAKDOWN! 🍯🦡

I’m leaving this one open since you all skipped straight to this episode! (I waited and I don’t know how)😂

S6E9 (Three’s a Crowd)

GIF by @arturleclerc

DANNNNNNNNYYY BOYYY 😍😍😍😍😍😍

He’s already laughing (god I love him)

‘Alright, what’s up?, Daniel Ricardo, this is season six drive to survive, and yes I’m back’ (fangirling HARD)

WAIT HE WAS IN SYDNEY, HE WAS IN FUCKING SYDNEY (why did no one tell me I would have called sick at work)

Daniel and Blake I really wish you went ahead with that podcast because you two are poetic chaos together

Cue another Daniel montage (they have his whole discography on file don’t they?)

He looks so fucking tried though

Logan and Alex talking about DTS frothing at the mouth about Daniel returning is the most factually, correct thing I’ve ever heard 😂

Logan: ‘All I know is the most excited people when Danny Ricciardo came back was Netflix.’

Alex: ‘I literally think they had to change their pants three times. I know the episode already. Let…let me run it through. Ready? Here we have Danny Ricciardo watching on the sidelines. “Yeah, it hurts to not be racing.” Then all of a sudden, pans to Nyck de Vries. Lock up. [imitates brakes screeching]. Off the track. Crash. Oh shit! Boom. Fast-forward. Silverstone. Test. Daniel Ricciardo. Super quick. [laughs] Danny looking at it like…big smile on his face. “It is what it is. You know?” [man]“I never left” “I never left. I’m back,baby. Honey Badger. Don’t give a shit.” (Hire him now DTS because he nailed that)

Fuck why they got to follow that shit with Zandvoort though

Daniel whoring about in his Enchante tattoo thigh high shorts

“Feels right. Feels good” (It sure does Danny is sure does)

EVERYONE LOVES DANIEL

And they get him straight to a photoshoot to whore him out

THEY DID NOT USE HIM WINKING IN THE INTRO (da fuck you lot doing? Give the people what they want)

Yes Christian 2025 prospect (he’s a shoe in ahh? See what I did there) 😉👟🍾

FUCK YOU MICAHEL ITALIANO (why is he getting air time) I’m glad he’s left F1

OHH NO OHH NO OHH NO NO NO NO NO NO

IM CRYING AGAIN. I CRIED WHEN IT HAPPENED AND IM CRYING AGAIN

Ohh they have his X-ray

Clairey bear

Cue Liam Lawson (I do love you but I missed Danny terribly)

The others telling Liam to be prepared (this is very welcome to our toxic work environment)

‘She doesn’t even go here’ (a Danica story)

Liam out qualifies all the red bull drivers (yes kiddo)

DANNY BACKS (SCREWS AND ALL) for engineering purposes only

Umm why are you hurting him? DONT TOUCH HIM! (Look yes I know it’s physiotherapy and he needs it. But I’ve broken my hand before the left one as well and driving a normal road car caused me to cry in pain so when I say don’t touch him I mean it)

I SWEAR TO GOD ZAK YOU STAY THEY HELL AWAY FROM HIM

Checo clips Yuki and he’s out (he probably thought it was Daniel trying to take his seat. It’s his in 2025 mate there’s no fighting it)

Ohh look Alpine with reliability issues (things you continue to see)

Yes DTS let’s show Russel’s crash from another angle 😂

POINTS FOR LIAM 🎉🥳

Are we positive he was in Sydney and not Perth?

Yes king SWEAT SWEAT SWEAT

Yuki GP time

Not Suzuka having Daniel, Yuki and Liam on all the banners

Poor Yuki being overwhelmed by the fans. I understand fans being excited but he’s cornered in the car and clearly doesn’t feel safe (and for Michael to be like it’s ok the fans are happy is actually the problem at hand. His and all the drivers safety has to come first and he point blank didn’t feel safe you arsehole Michael so it’s not okay)

Yuki honey it’s okay Liam not going to hit you

If we can’t have an Aussie a Kiwi will do

Liam finding out Daniel’s and Yuki are getting announced for 2024 🥺

Liam mate I’m sorry you deserve better

Mexi-coooooo

HES BACK BACK

Yes yes your P10 in the constructors (just you wait, just you fucking wait)

Checo out before turn 1 (its AUSGP all over again)

Ohh look another McLaren/Alpha Tauri incident 😤

No McLaren the plan is not to attack Daniel (haven’t you fucking done enough?)

P7 BABBYYYYYY

ENCHANTE, MON AMI

See your P8 now (told you to wait and see)

Yes Christian, Daniel did drive a good race (remember that and who didn’t)

Look at him and his little moustache

Will: ‘ I think this is only part one of a far wider story.’ (Yes 2024 season will be epic for Danny Ric)

51 notes · View notes

scrumptiousstuffs · 1 year ago

Text

Dangerous Romance, Episode 4

In which the directors (and scriptwriters) want us to know Kanghan and Sailom belongs together cause what’s a windmill without the wind?

Well…this is the episode where Kanghan starts to grow up and learn that for every action, there is a consequence. We see him realising his previous mean-spirited actions meant Sailom has no other job apart from tutoring him. And even that is precarious with Kanghan only half-heartedly committed to the tutoring sessions (there is no doubt both of them are friends now but Kanghan still dismissed Sailom when the VR set arrived)… until grandma gives an ultimatum, whereby Kanghan must pass all his midterms or otherwise Sailom loses his tutoring job. And that makes Kanghan panics, cause he likes hanging out with Sailom (but him being a dork, thinks the only way Sailom will spend time with him is if the latter is getting paid for the tutoring sessions). Cue some cute montage of the boys becoming closer and closer during tutoring sessions(🥹🥹🥹…and such sweet scenes - also, kudos to Kanghan flirting with Sailom by using the Kanghan/windmill and Sailom/wind analogy, but heh, Sailom walked into that one 😂)

But despite Kanghan truly showing a significant improvement across his academic scores, he still failed one subject. Cue sad montage of them spending time alone and being absolutely miserable without each other, pining from afar (boys, there is no harm just hanging out without studying/tutoring you know??? 😫😩 it’s like they think they are Romeo and Juliet or something)

And with Sailom’s financial situation becoming worse - his brother’s twisted ankle (is it just me? But I think Saifah is doing some shady businesses with these old ladies he is looking after..like, I’m sorry, but I genuinely worry Saifah is maybe skimming some money from these oldies….the way he kept saying “auntie so and so gave me an extra 1000 baht for medical or auntie X gave me this shoes etc etc.”). Plus no more side jobs - be it tutoring or the car wash, Sailom reluctantly takes a job as an escort under Name (and if that’s not an ominous sign of what to come, cause we know from the trailer Sailom will be doing more of this escort business…)

Ultimately, Kanghan and Pimfah caught Sailom when he is out in his job as an escort. And while it truly looked just an outing, I guess there is always a threat that it could escalate to more. This prompted Pimfah to ask Sailom as a tutor (but both Kanghan and Sailom can see she asked him so that the latter doesn’t need to do any more escorting)

We ended with Kanghan persuading grandma to hire Sailom as a tutor again - “It must be Sailom. After all, what’s a windmill without the wind.” Grandma being the best wingman (ahem, I mean woman) ever told Sailom that for Kanghan to receive the best tutoring possible, he must move in and live with them in their mansion.

(seriously, by the end of this episode with the rain, windmill umbrella and both boys waiting it out in the rain, followed by the absolute domestic scenes of them fooling around and chasing in Kanghan’s garden, I almost believe we are in a fairy tale and these 2 are in their happily ever after era - but we are not even halfway there 🫣)

I know some people don’t like this series. But I personally like Perth and Chimon in this. They have an easy chemistry and as actors, both of them are good at micro expressions - they always make be belief in whatever they are acting out (be it Kanghan/Sailom pining from afar to both of them slowly but surely falling in love with each other) - so, I’m rooting for them, and I can’t wait to see how their relationship developed further (also, they were my favourite pairing in NVLM 🫣)

09/09/2023

#dangerous romance #episode 4 #perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit #kanghansailom #gmmtv series #thai bl #view benyapa #aj chayapol #pawin kulkaranyawich #euro thanaset #marc pahun

13 notes · View notes

clivemwilliams · 2 years ago

Text

Australia 2023

18th- 20th January

It has been good to spend a few days relaxing at Christine and John’s place in Goulburn - its greatest claim is that its prison houses Australia’s most high risk convicts! We visited a quaint place called Exeter, so a few photos of this Devon namesake were required, in addition to the great coffee and cake. We also visited Fitzroy Falls with some amazing views of the falls and the valley below. We also visited the majestic Kangaroo Valley.

On Thursday Christine and John drove us to Sydney airport for our evening flight to Perth. I was surprised when I realised that the flight was 5 hours and there is a 3 hour time difference so it was quite late by the time we picked up our hire car and drove to our hotel in Fremantle.

We awoke to a fabulous day in Fremantle and decided to get the express catamaran to Rottnest Island, about 30 mins away. We spent the day exploring the many sandy bays, watching the seals and sea birds, discovering quokka (miniature wallabies!), swimming and snorkelling and generally having a great time. The return sea journey was unexpectedly rough but we managed to survive!

3 notes · View notes

jen-from-oz · 9 days ago

Text

Well, what can go wrong?

Three years ago, myself and my live in el cheepo Companion were planning a five week holiday back to the UK, stopping with my Sister and her Family. Not a problem, my self opinionated lodger organised everything, Booked flights, Car Hire, All paid for in advance, so what could possibly go wrong. The day before we were due to fly out we visited Perth City Centre, to look at what opportunities…

0 notes

mydrivermargaretriver · 10 days ago

Text

WHY HIRING A PRIVATE DRIVER & GUIDE IS A GOOD IDEA!

When planning your next trip to Perth, Margaret River, and the Southwest, leverage our experience. A private driver can make your journey easier, safer, more comfortable, and more enjoyable! There are numerous advantages to hiring a private driver compared to driving your own vehicle, renting a car, taking public transportation, or using taxis.

If you're travelling with babies or children, we can provide suitable and approved car seats or seatbelts upon request. If you choose to drive into the region yourselves, having these fitted in any of our vehicles is also straightforward.

We offer a standalone transfer service between Perth and the Margaret River region for up to six passengers. This service can be incorporated into a multi-day discovery tour of the area with personalised itineraries. Additionally, an in-region transfer service is available for those flying directly into the Busselton Margaret River Airport (BMRA). This airport has been developed to accommodate interstate and international air services, and with ongoing planning for long-term infrastructure needs, to support the growing passenger demand and potential for additional services.

Flexibility & Freedom A hallmark of having a private driver and guide is the flexibility and freedom it offers from the outset. You'll be traveling with only family and friends, and your itinerary will be tailored to your expectations, allowing for a degree of flexibility.

Having a local connection enhances your experience, providing greater insight into the region and its happenings. This connection allows you to make the most of your journey and explore opportunities that might otherwise be missed!

A Personalised Service We approach all bookings with professionalism and will contact you promptly upon receiving your booking or inquiry. Since most of our tour experiences are bespoke, we will request as much input from you as possible. This helps us create a tailored and private tour itinerary that not only meets but exceeds your expectations.

Itinerary copies will be sent to you, as we understand that the planning process can often involve multiple parties. As a long-time local and wine-trained tour operator, we are happy to provide suggestions. Once the itinerary is approved, we will take care of all necessary bookings on your behalf.

Local Knowledge & Connections MYDRIVER Margaret River boasts over 25 years of experience and a well-developed network within the local and regional wine industry. This deep expertise and established relationships foster exceptional service and flexibility when crafting custom wine and food-focused itineraries for visitors to the Margaret River region.

The popular adage, "It's who you know, not what you know," holds true in environments where the right connections can make all the difference. By leveraging our extensive network, we can provide a personalised and flexible itinerary tailored to your exact preferences and interests. After all, a memorable tour experience often stems from the passion, insight, and integrity of your host or guide.

Convenience & Time-Saving If your travel plans include a vacation, hiring a private driver offers a high level of convenience and significantly reduces your travel time. Navigating unfamiliar streets and trying to find the most efficient routes can be daunting. Questions like how to get from your hotel to a location, how far you need to park from the entrance, and what traffic laws apply in a foreign country can be overwhelming. With a private driver, these concerns disappear.

A private driver can take you anywhere, at any time, allowing you to focus on enjoying your experience rather than worrying about logistics. This means traveling with flow and efficiency as you move through your itinerary, which is essential when visiting multiple venues and participating in various activities.

Cost Considerations for Private Driver Hire While hiring a private driver offers numerous benefits, it does come at a cost, which can sometimes be hidden during the inquiry process. At MYDRIVER Margaret River, we prioritise transparency in our pricing, reflected in the setup of our website. We provide a direct online booking function and multiple contact options, including phone, text, email, and WhatsApp. We encourage you to do your due diligence by checking various review sites.

Our tailored and private tours are offered on a flat fee basis, with tasting fees and lunch at the client's expense. Typically, tasting fees are fully redeemable with any individual purchase, and the choice of lunch location is entirely up to you, making it challenging to include these costs in our pricing. This approach allows us to avoid turning your experience into a regular bus tour, often shared with strangers. A private driver not only provides convenience and safety but also enhances your overall experience with a level of service that public transportation simply cannot match.

Extensive Services Being a long-term local with extensive experience in tourism and hospitality provides us with a wealth of recommended contacts and referrals across various sectors, including adventure tourism, sightseeing, and the wine and food spectrum. While the list of these contacts is too extensive to display here, as our client, we are more than happy to make suggestions and follow up on your behalf. For instance, we offer access to a personal, private home chef hire service that can take you on a culinary adventure right in the comfort of your residence. This personalised experience allows you to enjoy exquisite meals tailored to your tastes, making your stay even more memorable.

Luxury Transportation Traveling in style often means traveling in comfort as well. We operate a small fleet of K4 Kia Carnival Platinum and SLi vehicles, which fuse SUV-inspired design with an unstoppable attitude. The Carnival features progressive styling and boasts an impressive 627L boot capacity, even with all eight seats in use, making it ideal for carrying luggage—or, even better, wine!

Although licensed to carry up to seven passengers, we limit our bookings to just six to ensure a more comfortable experience for everyone. For groups larger than six, we can offer two vehicles along with a more comprehensive split itinerary. This means the itineraries can share a common pick-up and drop-off location, as well as a lunch venue, while the morning and afternoon activities are personalised to suit your group’s preferences.

Safety & Reliability The safety of every customer is our top priority. Our drivers and guides undergo thorough training to ensure they are knowledgeable in both safe driving practices and exceptional customer service. Additionally, all our drivers and guides are subject to background checks, providing complete assurance of safety for our clients.

Our vehicles are well-maintained and equipped with modern safety features, ensuring a secure and reliable travel experience. You can rest easy knowing that your journey with us prioritises your safety at every turn.

Where to Stay in the Margaret River Wine Region When planning your stay in the Margaret River region, your choice of location can greatly enhance your experience.

Yallingup and Prevelly: If you prefer beach locations, these areas are ideal. Yallingup offers spectacular views, while Prevelly is closer to Margaret River, making it a convenient choice for day trips to Boranup or Augusta.

Busselton: Known for its charm and famous jetty, Busselton can feel a bit removed from other attractions in the region. Keep in mind that there are currently no Ubers in the area, and taxis can be scarce and unreliable, so consider your transportation options if you plan to go out for dinner.

Margaret River town, along with Prevelly and Gnarabup, boasts the greatest concentration of dining options, including cafes, coffee shops, galleries, and shops, placing you equidistant between the two capes. As a local tour operator, we can provide valuable insights to help you choose the best accommodation for your needs.

ORIGINALLY FOUND ON- Source: MYDRIVER Margaret River(https://www.mydrivermargaretriver.tours/wine-country-blog/2024/9/27/private-driver-margaret-river)

#Tours Margaret River #Private Tours #Private Wine Tours #Private Driver #Private Charters

1 note · View note