#zekegene

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[cerealmonster15]

Can you write more gene/zeke fluff when you have time??? It's so cute!

HELLO HI YES I’m not sure if you’re still around to read it but I hope you are!! Real quick tho- sorry it took me so long to get back to you :( I got busy with school, and even after, I was stuck with writer’s block and had n o idea how to write this. Even still, this is pretty short and simple (I had such a hard time coming up with an idea lmao. Better luck next time?). And tbh it could probably be read as platonic, since i didn’t really specify, but maybe it’s pre-relationship? ;0 i dont knowww lmao BUT HERE IT IS-

Summary: Zeke spent the night at the Belcher’s and Gene made breakfast.

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A lump of soft cloth landed on Zeke’s face, waking him from his slumber.

“Whu-” Zeke reached out for the cloth in question, finding one of Gene’s socks in his hair. “Geney-boy, why’d you-”

“SHHH,” Gene cut him off, taking his wrist and pulling him out of the bed.

“What’re you doin’…” Zeke was still half asleep, simply lazily following Gene down the hallway.

“I’ve created a masterpiece,” Gene said, pushing the door open to the kitchen. “I call it: The Gene. Hold on to your butt, because you’re about to be blown away.” He gestured to a plate of mystery food, concealed by a bunch of spare napkins.

“I’m clenchin’ as tight as I can; what’ve you got for me?”

“BEHOLD!” Gene whisked away the napkins, revealing what looked like a waffle that was covered in bacon, a hamburger paddy, some honey, and topped with whipped cream.

How the display hadn’t been disturbed by the napkins lying on top, Zeke wasn’t sure.

“Hoo boy, that sure is a masterpiece you’ve got goin’ on there,” Zeke paused as his eyes scanned the room, “…but, I think you’re missin’ a little somethin’.”

Gene gasped as his hands flew to his chest in offense. “MISSING? What could be missing? I covered all the important food groups: meat, wheat, and sugar!”

Zeke only laughed as he reached into a cabinet and retrieved a bottle of chocolate sauce, causing Gene’s eyes to light up.

“Zeke, you beautiful genius.” Gene walked over to marvel at their creation.

Zeke threw an arm around Gene’s shoulders. “It’s almost too perfect to eat, don’tcha think?”

Gene sighed and shook his head. “Oh, Zeke, Zeke, Zeke. You have much to learn. Nothing is too perfect to eat.” With that, he pulled two forks from the kitchen drawer, handing one to Zeke. “Care to do the honors, my good man?”

The boy in question grinned and accepted the fork. “It would be my honor.”