#drander

I love drander so much, they're genuinely my very favorite tmf ship

woawie ...

. . . diff versions

Collage au

Drew had never liked Zander. Maybe it was the way he walked into every room like he owned the place, or how he always had a sharp retort waiting for Drew’s every word. Zander was smug, infuriating, and far too charming for his own good. Drew had decided early on that he hated him, even if his heart had the audacity to skip a beat whenever Zander laughed.

Their feud had been legendary at campus. Dorm pranks, snide remarks, and a heated argument that had everyone gossiping for weeks. But something shifted the day Zander stood up for Drew during a particularly grueling lecture. Drew wasn’t used to anyone having his back, let alone Zander.

Later that evening, Drew found himself awkwardly muttering a "thanks" over drinks. One drink turned into three, and by the end of the night, Drew realized something horrifying — he didn’t hate Zander as much as he thought.

Their first official date was Drew’s idea, though he tried to play it cool. He picked the ocean at sunset, thinking Zander would appreciate the dramatic scenery. He did. They sat on a blanket, the waves crashing nearby, their conversation soft and unguarded.

"I didn't think you'd be the romantic type," Zander teased, nudging Drew with his shoulder.

"I'm not," Drew grumbled. "This is just... convenient."

"Right. Convenient," Zander laughed, clearly not buying it.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Drew found himself leaning in, heart racing as he kissed Zander for the first time. It was salty and sweet, with the promise of something deeper.

Before they knew it they were a year into their relationship, and Drew was happy — mostly. Except for one thing.

“Zander,” Drew called from the kitchen, glaring at the sink filled with clean but unpacked dishes. “Why do you never put these away? It’s like you think they magically teleport into the cupboards.”

Zander appeared in the doorway, grinning sheepishly. “I figured you liked doing it. You’re so meticulous about where everything goes.”

“I do not like doing it,” Drew huffed.

“Hmm,” Zander said thoughtfully, wrapping his arms around Drew’s waist. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”

Drew tried to stay mad, but Zander’s warm breath against his neck made it difficult. “You’re impossible.”

“You love me for it,” Zander teased.

“Debatable,” Drew muttered, though his smile betrayed him.

“Tell you what,” Zander offered, pulling back slightly. “I’ll put the dishes away if you take me back to the ocean this weekend.”

Drew sighed dramatically. “Fine. But you’re packing a picnic this time.”

“Deal,” Zander agreed, pressing a quick kiss to Drew’s lips.

Its not great cause I did it on my phone at school, but uh. Take this drander art