Someone requested Iambic Prose on my tumblr, ibelieveinahappilyeverafter, which is always open to requests, and I just now got around to uploading it on here. But you all are probably used to by slow updates by this point.

Enjoy!

A PERSON I DON'T KNOW REQUESTING IAMBIC PROSE? PERSON THANK YOU!

Person A attempts to cook dinner for Person B with disastrous results.

Oh my gosh yes. Yes. I can have fun with this!

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Samantha Manson tapped her nails against the soft cloth couch as she watched Tucker and Andrew in yet another argument about science-fiction. She knew Danny had told them to stall his boyfriend until he could make their anniversary dinner but this was ridiculous. A person could only handle so much science-fiction discussion at one time.

They were now talking about the science of warp speed in Star Trek... Sam was officially broken.

Pulling herself up on the couch arm and crossing her legs she pulled out her phone, holding it against her ear and leaning back on a propped up arm. It took five rings before Danny picked up and she heard a crash on the other end. "Trouble in the kitchen?"

"What? No- No! It's fine! Everything's just fine!" Sam blinked, pulling her phone away to stare at it in a sudden, overwhelming urge of oncoming disaster. She had been so busy making sure Andrew was distracted that she forgot about Danny's cooking skills.

"Danny...what are you trying to make..."

"...I don't actually know anymore but I think it's moving..." Sam winced at the sound of crashing pots and pans hitting what sounded like more pots and pans. "Jazz was supposed to drive in for winter break and help but she was held back at her college campus because of the blizzard."

Sam sighed, rubbing her forehead. "And you didn't think to ask anyone else for help?" She heard Danny's scoff and could picture his expression perfectly, pout and all.

"Like who?! Valarie is at that ghost-hunting seminar with my parents this weekend, Jazz is stuck at college, Elle is off in, uh, China I think, and you and Tucker are busy distracting Andrew! I don't have that many friends, Sam! My social circle is small and-"

"Okay okay, I get it," Sam interrupted, cutting Danny off quickly before he could start another rant. "So why didn't you just make reservations at a restaurant?"

"When has being out in public on a date ever worked out well for me?" Well, Sam couldn't fault him there. "Just, keep Andrew distracted for, like, one more hour. I can get something done by then- ...Huh...I do cook like my mom..." Sam paled, remembering just what his mother's cooking was like. "Holy- GOING GHOST!"

"Right, so just keep Andrew busy," Sam slowly spoke, hearing the blasting noises over the phone and than the familiar whine of the Fenton Thermos. She gave it three more seconds before she heard the sound of Danny changing back into his human form. "We can do-" Sam paused, staring at Tucker who was sulking on the other side of the couch. "...Tucker... Where's Andrew?"

"He left to go meet up with Danny," Tucker huffed. "Just because i was winning that argue-"

"YOU IDIOT WE WERE SUPPOSED TO DISTRACT HIM!"

"YOU LET HIM LEAVE EARLY?! TUCK!"

"I FORGOT!" Sam sighed, putting the phone back up to her ear to hear a constant stream of swears, in English, Latin, Ghost-speak, and even French.

"Since when do you know French?"

"CAN WE PLEASE FOCUS ON THE PANIC OF MY ANNIVERSARY FALLING APART?!"

"Okay okay, take a deep breath first of all. Second what you need to do is-" Sam blinked at hearing a clattering sound from Danny's phone and then an amused, older voice over the line.

"I have a feeling you were going to tell him not to panic."

"Something like that, at least," Sam agreed, giving up all hope and wishing Danny the best of luck. "Have fun."

Ending the call Andrew shook his head and looked back to the destroyed kitchen, half of it, mostly the stove area, covered in ice and snow. Not seeing his boyfriend he sighed, heading up to the teen's room and pushing the door open. "You do know that hiding in the closet is rather useless at this point. Everyone already knows."

"Fuck you too." Hearing the muffled voice Andrew smiled softly, opening the teen's closet and bending down to his level. Danny only huffed at the intrusion to his hiding spot and pulled his hoodie over his head, hiding his face as best he could. "Please leave me alone to die of embarrassment."

"Well, you are already halfway there," Andrew pointed out, chuckling at the over-dramatic groan Danny let out. Gently nudging the teen over he took a seat beside him, closing the door.

"Haven't you read the Chronicles of Narnia?" Danny asked, blue eyes peeking up at him with slight amusement, "You never close the closet door." Andrew rolled his own eyes before pulling the teen into his lap, who didn't offer so much as a token of protest.

"One, that was in reference to a wardrobe, not a closet. Two, we can simply phase out if needed. And three, we can see in the dark. I'm not too worried."

"It's the principle of the matter," Danny stressed, shoulders drooping as he leaned into the other. "If you're going to ask about the destroyed kitchen I'd prefer you do it now before distracting me with comfort." Andrew only hugged the teen closer to him, kissing his cheek.

"It was a very sweet gesture."

"I burned the water," Danny groaned, mood slightly improving at the small show of affection despite his attempts to sulk. "I didn't even know you could burn water." Opening his mouth to speak Andrew was cut off by Danny's defeated sigh. "I burned the salad I was making too."

"...I...have to admit I am slightly impressed by that feat. How did you manage to burn the salad?" The teen shrugged, looking slightly amused himself now.

"I'm not sure, it might have been when the cabinets started catching on fire from the overheated pasta."

"That explains why half of the kitchen is iced over."

"I panicked and followed my instincts," Danny defended, letting out a yawn. The days before the Christmas Truce were always the most hectic, ghosts fighting him even more than usual. Not to mention he had been up all day trying to cook for his and Andrew's first anniversary dinner.

"Well, it could have been worse." At Danny's look Andrew chuckled, giving him a light kiss on the lips. "A ghost could have attacked and destroyed the kitchen."

"I don't know about attacking but in case you didn't notice a ghost sort of did destroy the kitchen," Danny pointed out, Andrew chuckling and turning Danny around in his lap until their foreheads were leaning against each other.

"You look exhausted." Danny merely hummed at the contact, maniac energy and tension slowly draining out of him. There was a reason Sam and Tucker made him spend as much time as possible with the Ghostwriter, considering he was an expert at keeping him calm. "When was the last time you had a decent amount of sleep?"

"When was the last time I stayed over with you?" Rolling his eyes Andrew smiled, hand moving to cup the teen's cheek, thumb tracing the dark circles under his eyes. "You're making me very tired."

"Untrue, I am merely making you realize your tiredness."

"Semantics," Danny yawned, eyes drooping until they were closed. "Sorry I completely ruined our anniversary."

"You didn't ruin it," Andrew scolded, pressing a gentle kiss to the teen's nose and grinning at the light blush it earned him. "I'm honored that you tried so hard to make it perfect, but you seem to have forgotten something."

"Oh? What's that?"

"Everyday I'm with you is perfect in itself." Danny fell silent long enough for Andrew to wonder if he had fallen asleep. When he heard the embarrassed whine he laughed, hugging the boy close and kissing his forehead. "Get some rest Danny, we can always celebrate when you get up."

"And by that you mean you can see how much you can torment me and make me blush," Danny accused, catching a glimpse of Andrew smiling wickedly.

"Oui, mon cher." Danny blushed a bright pink at the words, burying his face into Andrew's chest and whining at the laughter from the older ghost. The teen only grumbled, mind starting to fade into sleep. If he was more coherent he probably would have started cursing the ghost out, he knew how much Danny loved hearing him speak in his native language. Getting a wicked idea Danny grinned, tugging on Andrew's coat. "Hm?"

"Je t'aime, ma douce." Hearing absolute silence Danny looked up, smiling widely as Andrew's shocked expression faded into a bright blush that had him hiding his face in Danny's jacket, the teen giggling. "Told you I'd learn French eventually." Granted he hadn't actually told Andrew he was learning French. He had wanted it to be a surprise, and from the looks of how Andrew was still hiding it had turned out to be a good one. "No snappy comeback?"

Andrew just shook his head, face still a bright green. "And you call me evil." Danny only snickered, pressing a kiss to the top of the ghost's head. "You should already know by now...but I love you too, mon cher."

"Yeah...I know..."

I love the headcanon I have of Andrew being French. It serves me well.