I can't wait for tomorrow lol! This is a visual, but also falls under Romance, which was yesterday, so I'm posting it now! It's too good to keep to myself for even a day!
Ya'll!! 😢😢😢😢😢😢 I can't begin to tell you how much I love this piece by @rosefuckinggenius, her username is very aptly chosen because this is beyond greatness!
Yes, yes, we know, we just wrapped up Drake Walker Appreciation Week, but thanks to @lovealexhunt we found out that this is a thing that exists!
National Drake Day
Oh, look, here's the man of the hour now!
Because we just found out about National Drake Day and we wanted to do something to celebrate it! Wouldn't that be fun?
We just want to extend Drake Walker Appreciation Week by a few days to give more people time to get those submissions in! And you should let us because we all think you're pretty amazing! Don't make me go on and on about it....
Yea! In honor of National Drake Day, we're extending the deadline for DWAW to 11:59 CST on March 9th, 2023 so that we can post the master list for the event ON National Drake Day!!
Well, we're glad we did! Next year we'll try to line the appreciation week up better with this day, now that we're aware it exists!
i dont have one since im not really a shipper, and tae has expressed his discomfort for that but take this photo of tae and kookie at golden disk awards. (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
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DoSomething members donating period products, cleaning up cigarette butts, and donating jeans.
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Pairings for series: Riley x Liam x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad
Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Drake
Rating: Teen
Warnings for this chapter: None, this is all fluff
Word Count: 2,331
A/N: New content created specifically for Drake Walker Appreciation Week 2023 Day 6: Drake as a husband and father. @drake-walker-appreciation
A/N2: This takes place immediately after Drake's Amazon Cart. As in he walks from his office at the end of that one and into the royal suite at the beginning of this one.
A/N3: Tata means daddy. Liam is daddy, Drake is tata and Max is papa.
My other stuff: Master List.
Ask Drake Walker what his perfect day looked like, and he’d tell you that any day that included Riley was it. But if he were being completely honest, his favorite moments with her were the ones they got to spend alone.
He loved Liam and though he’d never admit it, over the years, he’d come to feel the same way about Max. Liam got him in a way most people couldn’t, and Max went out of his way to show affection in little things, like making his BLT exactly the way he liked it. He looked forward to seeing both of them at the end of the day, catching up with Liam over drinks, planning outings for the kids with Max, and tag-teaming bedtime with all of them. He loved the family they had built together. He was proud of it, even.
They functioned well as a unit and his initial reservations about the nature of his relationship with Riley were long gone. He loved her. He was secure in her love for him, but that didn’t mean he never got jealous. That didn’t mean he never felt possessive. As Riley liked to remind him, there was no magical poly dust that made people in these types of relationships immune to normal human emotions. It was how you worked through them that mattered. And they had all come such a long way since their respective relationships had been forged in fire and marinated in toxic waste. It was a testament to the strength of their love as far as he was concerned. All of them.
But, while he loved Liam and Max, the moments he got to spend with Riley without them were special to him. Unlike the other three members of their quad, Drake wasn’t in love with anyone else, there was only Riley for him. Because she understood that Riley always made sure to carve out one on one time with him no matter what else was going on in their lives. Her responsiveness to his emotional needs, often expressed imperfectly, made him love her all the more.
This weekend they were taking the kids to the cabin, just the two of them and he was over the moon excited to do all his favorite things with them. He had the entire weekend planned.
“I’m going to catch a bigger fish than Ellie!” Xander greeted him at the door of the royal suite as he entered.
“Is that so?” Drake laughed as he knelt down to get on eye level with the exuberant six-year-old and opened his arms for a hug.
“Tata!” Three-year-old Jax was a blur as he barreled into Drake, heedless of Xander being in the way.
Drake quickly shifted so that he was hugging Xander on his right side while catching Jax on his left, “Hey there buddy! Slow down!”
“Xander is not going to catch the biggest fish! I am!” Nine-year-old crown princess Eleanor stated as she waited patiently for the boys to move so she could get her hug.
“Daddy says he has faith in me!” Xander told her as he traded places with her.
“Daddy says that to all of us,” Eleanor replied with a shake of her curls.
“Daddy says that all of you because he has faith in all of you! And so do I! Don’t worry, there’s plenty of fish for everyone!” Drake told them as he stood up, taking Jax with him, “Isn’t that right, buddy?”
Jax fixed him with a deathly glare as he responded, “My name’s not buddy!”
Drake was still roaring with laughter when Riley walked in the room, nine-month-old Jace on her hip, “What’s so funny?”
Jace saw Drake and started struggling to get to him.
“Your son!” Drake answered as he placed Jax on the floor and took Jace from his mother.
“You’ll have to be more specific,” she smirked at him.
“Jax just informed me that his name isn’t buddy!”
“Ah, yes!” Riley tittered, “Earlier today I called him son and he refused to answer me. Apparently, he only responds to his literal name now.”
“He gets that from you,” Drake told her as he moved Jace to the side so he could lean over and place a kiss on her lips.
“The stubborn streak? Really? Mr. it’s not time for a pee break?”
Drake sighed, “This again? I swear one of you brings this up every three months! When are you guys going to let it go? I said I was sorry a million times!”
“I’m just saying…Max asked you to pull over. I asked you to pull over. Liam asked you to pull over, but you were insistent that it wasn’t time for a pit stop. As if Max could control when he had to pee.”
“We were on a schedule!”
“We were late anyway, weren’t we?”
“It’s not my fault he chugged the entire bottle of Gatorade!”
“You told him to pee in a bottle!”
“I meant an empty bottle! I didn’t tell him he had to drink the entire contents in one go! He could have dumped it out the window!”
Max started peeing in the bottle but the sweet relief was short-lived as the twenty ounces of ice-cold liquid he had consumed in under twenty seconds reversed directions. He released the bottle as he tried to get the window down, but it was too late. Bright orange Gatorade vomit spewed all over the backseat of the car as the bottle of pee hit the floorboard, the contents gurgling out.
“You could have just pulled over.”
“Okay, Mrs. I’m not in labor!” He scoffed.
“To be fair-“
“To be fair you gave birth, very publicly, at Disneyland because you refused to admit you were in labor! I believe you bit my head off for suggesting you sit down and rest!”
“What are you trying to say, Walker?”
“All I’m saying is that all these kids are stubborn. Whose DNA do they all have in common? You can’t blame us!”
“Yes, well, I can’t be all bad, I put up with all of you, don’t I?”
“That you do, baby, that you do,” he leaned in and kissed her again as he transferred Jace who had decided he was done with tata and wanted mama back.
Glancing around at the piles of suitcases, he asked, “What’s with all the luggage? I thought you kept clothes for everybody at the cabin.”
“I do, but the kids have outgrown everything since the last time we were there!”
“Already?” Drake whistled, “damn, they grow fast!”
“This is news to you?” She rolled her eyes, but she laughed.
“No, it’s not news, but it still always amazes me!” Even though their eldest child was nine years old, the wonder of it had not worn off.
Drake Walker had never thought he would be, nor had he wanted to be, a father. He had been convinced he would be horrible at it. Right up until that fuzzy pink blanket wrapped miracle had been placed in his arms. As he stared down into her face, his entire world had shifted on its axis, and he had known that his life had irrevocably changed.
Her DNA didn’t matter, she was as much his daughter as she was Liam’s. She was the perfect mixture of the two people he loved most in the world. He had shocked himself at the ease with which he took to diapering, late-night feedings, and lullabies. Celebrating first words and first steps became more thrilling than any contest he’d ever won, even the shooting competitions that showcased his marksman’s abilities. He had never gotten over the wonder of seeing the world through her eyes as she experienced everything for the first time. Something that had been repeated with each child in turn.
He marveled at their differences as he loaded them into the custom-made nondescript armor-plated minivan they used when they traveled as a family. While the tiny princess was a perfect mixture of both Riley and Liam, Xander was the spitting image of his father, a carbon copy of the king. Jax looked so much like Drake himself that he was shocked no one had ever leveled an accusation of illegitimacy at the queen. Jace looked enough like Riley to forestall such allegations, the curly russet brown hair could have come from her, but the cobalt blue eyes screamed that he was a Beaumont to anyone paying close enough attention.
He ushered Ellie and Xander into the third row then fastened Jace into his car seat as Riley fought to get Jax into his. “Here you go, buddy!” He handed Jace a teether and then made his way around the vehicle to take over for Riley.
“Here, babe, I’ve got it,” he chuckled as Riley threw her hands up in the air, “Thank God! I told you….stubborn!”
“Hey, Jax, you want to go see the lake?”
The boy stopped struggling as he regarded his father’s face, “Lake?”
“Yes, remember the cabin?”
Jax nodded enthusiastically, “Want lake!”
“Okay, buddy!” Drake laughed, “We’ll go to the cabin and see the lake, but you have to let me buckle you in first!”
“My name’s not buddy!” Jax declared, but he allowed himself to be strapped in.
“Sorry about that bud-Jax.” Drake tousled his hair then turned to Riley with a triumphant grin, “Look at that!”
“I told him those exact same things and he didn’t listen to me!” Riley complained.
“It’s the special tata touch!” He told her.
“Oh, whatever,” she scoffed.
“Can’t argue with the results, can you?” He gave her that charming, boyish grin that belied how devilish he could be.
“I guess I can’t,” she conceded as she looped her arms around his neck and tipped her head back to smile up at him.
His arms encircled her as he pulled her closer, “You better stop all of that or we’re going to have to go back upstairs!”
“Stop what? I was just giving you a hug!” She pushed away from him.
“Uh-huh,” he swatted her on the backside as she climbed into the second row with the little ones.
“Ready to go, sir?” The driver asked.
“Yes,” Drake answered then he motioned to the guards that would be following them in an SUV, “Let’s roll out!” before hoisting himself into the passenger seat where he could survey the road, see all the kids in the back and keep an eye on the vehicle following them as well as the one escorting them.
There was never any reason to skimp on security.
An hour later they rolled through the gate at the top of the property. Since Riley had become queen, security had been updated at Drake’s lakeside cabin. Not many people knew it even existed, but again, there was never any reason to skimp on security. Not when the stakes were so high, he ruminated as he turned in his seat and took in the precious cargo in the back of the van.
The van came to a stop and kids poured out of both doors, laughing and squealing with delight as they raced up and down the porch steps, darted along the lake’s edge, and climbed over the picnic tables.
“Tata, look!” Xander proudly held up a frog for inspection.
Drake squatted down to get a closer look, “Wow, that’s really cool, Xan! Don’t squeeze him too tight and let him go when you’re done saying hi, okay?”
“Okay!” He agreed before thrusting the frog up at his mother, “See my frog?”
“Very cool,” Riley agreed, “Don’t forget to wash your hands when you’re done.”
“Hey,” Drake stood up as Xander rushed back to his siblings. Drawing Riley into his arms, he told her, “Thank you.”
“For what? I haven’t done anything!”
“No, I mean, yes, you have, actually. I know I don’t say it often but thank you, Riley, for everything. That’s what you’ve given me, literally everything! Your love, these kids, our family. I never thought I’d have a place where I belonged. A family I belonged to.”
“Ah, squishy,” her hand caressed his face, “I’m the lucky one, and the fact that you don’t see that proves it! You’re amazing and you don’t have to say what you feel. You show it, a million times a day in a million little ways.”
He had no idea how to verbally express what she meant to him, so he poured it all into a long, slow, lingering kiss instead.
Riley recognized that she had put him through a lot, that Max annoyed him on a daily basis and that he poured every ounce of love he had into their children equally, including those that weren’t biologically his. She knew that out of all of them, he had struggled the most to build the relationship, the family, and the life they now had. Since the moment he’d come back from Texas and declared his intention to make things work, he had never once wavered, never backed down, and never expressed an iota of regret. He had stood steadfastly by her side through everything life had thrown at them.
When they finally came up for air, she sighed with happiness as she spun in his arms, leaning back against his chest to watch their children play, “I’m glad we came. I know you’re excited about all your plans for tomorrow. I hope it’s perfect. You deserve it.”
His arms tightened around her as he buried his nose in her hair, “Everything’s already perfect.”
Life couldn’t possibly be any better than it was in that moment. It was everything he had never known he needed, everything he had been afraid to want. He was standing on the land his father left him, watching his children play, holding the woman he loved in his arms. He had peace in his soul and a quietness at his center that he’d never known before she’d come along and put it there.
This is for Day 7 of Drake Walker Appreciation Week by @drake-walker-appreciation.
I have so many visuals to share! Some of them I made myself (the simple things lol) but many were made by others. I have been super blessed and always surprised when someone shares their talent with me in this way. I am super excited to share of all these amazing visuals with all of you!
I'm not going to repost the visuals from the pairings post, you can find those here.
My Drake Boards:
The first one I had. The next two I made for this event:
Extras for Series:
Visuals for The Agreement made by @secretaryunpaid
These gifs made by @secretaryunpaid for Star Crossed:
Drake's Extra Curriculars:
There's the band, Squid Whiskey: (Okay, Okay, you can't see his face, but that's Drake on the drums!) Credit to @nestledonthaveone for helping with finding pictures, especially the center one! And to @harleybeaumont for putting the band's name on it for me! Also @nestledonthaveone for convincing me to bring this band into existence in the first place and keeping me supplied with "drummer Drake" songs!
There's Hot Yoga: (A Three Weeks in Ramsford One-Shot)
And there is Baseball: credit to @nestledonthaveone for putting his name on the shirt.
More Baseball photos
Moodboards for Series:
I'm not going to post every moodboard that has him in it, I might crash Tumblr haha. But here are a few of my favorites!
From Fall(ing) in Love credit to @peonierose for a couple of those fall photos.
Lavender and Crimson:
Star Crossed:
Bad Romance:
Yes, Bad Romance gets it's own category because it's Bad Romance!
I'm starting with this edit by @harleybeaumont
and this meme, also by @harleybeaumont
So the murder gloves became a whole thing. So much so that when I won an art commission from @rosefuckinggenius I had to include them! I posted both the sketch and the final product because I love them both in different ways! I don't see the sketch as unfinished, it's almost like how sometimes you prefer full color and sometimes black and white.
The finished product is below. Both are amazing and so is @rosefuckinggenius, I seriously cannot recommend her enough and have commissioned another piece from her.
And finally, this piece which is also by @rosefuckinggenius. It got its own post since it's brand new, but I'm including it again here anyway because my visuals post wouldn't be complete without it.
This could work for any series I've written but I had Bad Romance, Star Crossed, and Savage Love in mind specifically. Again, I'm including both the line art and the full-color piece:
