moon knight one shots!

cookies at 3am

You never know when a Jake lockely will front. It could happen at any time and any day.

The fact that he fronted at 3 in the morning wasn't a surprise. What was though, is that chase could smell the sweet smell of cookies in their flat.

A small snort left chase, their eyes slowly opening and pushed themselves up, holding their duvet close to them and switched the bedside lamp on.

"Jake. What the actual fuck-" Chase yawned, "are you doing at three in the morning?"

"I'm making cookies. What's it look like?"

"You being a male wife. That's what" chase snarked out.

"Call me that again. Go on."

"No because you have a hot pan in your oveny mitts." Chase yawned out, "guessing Steven's sleeping in the headspace with Marc?"

"Naturally" Jake snorted out. He wasn't about to say that steven was still awake. And that Steven was the one who asked for cookies at three in the morning. He didn't understand why Steven wanted cookies but, it was better than killing for khonshu.

"You're a fucking dick, jake. It's the middle of summer! What if I had kicked my covers off and showed my full…me-ness?" Oh god that thought made them queasy. They really hoped Steven was sleeping in the headspace.

"I would've said you looked very nice and put the covers back on you"

"....I knew it. I knew it. From day one i knew we were going to have a hate hate relationship. And stop abusing the power of my spare key! I don't use Steven's spare key all the time" chase stood up, duvet wrapped around them and waddled off to their changing screen where their robe was.

"Steven's woken up to you drinking tea at four in the morning like the goblin you are" Jake snarked out, putting the dirty bowls into the sink.

"Yeah well, I haven't got a kettle"

"You smacked it over my head. Of course you don't"

"That was my second kettle too…quite liked that one" chase murmured out, appearing from behind the changing screen and walked over to the kitchen, then rested their chin on Jakes shoulder.

"Yeah well you're an idiot" Jake states, plain and simple.

"Ah yes. My half a brain cell struggles through the day. It conks out around the afternoon" chase hummed out, moving away from Jake and sitting on a nearby counter top

"See? What artist needs a brain cell?" Jake cooed out and chase rolled their eyes.

"Well, to be fair, it'd work better if I actually had a kettle that could survive even a week. The last one was two days old."

"And that's my fault?" Jake asked

"Yeah. You broke my canvas" chase reminded him, looking at the fresh tray of cookies and licked their lips.

"They're hot chase." Jake didn't even need to look behind him. A small whine left the artist, looked at the tray of cookies and grabbed one, juggling it about in the air before catching it and blowing on it.

"Ah-ah ow ow ow ow-"

"Told you they was hot, chase"

"Told you they was hot, chase. I don't care I'm having one" without thinking, chase took a bite and instantly regretted it, "Hake-hake- hot-"

"I told you they was hot!" Chase fanned their mouth, quickly gulping the cookie down and gasped

"Ow ow ow ow ow- Jake it's hot"

"I told you twice" Jake sighed, shaking his head and looked to chase

"Yeah but they looked really nice! And it was really delicious what was it made from?"

"Vegan friendly shit"

"Ah of course. They're really nice though. Marc still can't cook. He made a waffle puc this time" chase hopped down from the counter and opened their microwave up to present the waffle puck to Jake.

"Why did you keep that? And how old is it?"

"Uuh…two weeks old? From the snap remembrance day"

"Jesus Christ chase."

"That's my name don't wear it out~!" Chase chirped out, shut the microwave door and jumped over the back of their sofa.

Steven was nagging Jake for a cookie and the chauffeur sighed, gave in to Steven and let Steven front for a god damn cookie.

"Hi Steven" Steven shrieked, jumping backwards slightly and chase poked their head over the back of the sofa.

"Your whole body language changed, and you seem really happy about the cookies"

"I-ill go straight back into the headspace after I've had one- just- please don't tell Marc."

"You kidding? The only one I'm snitching on is Jake. He came in whilst I was sleeping." Chase scoffed out, sitting up and smiled over to Steven.

"Yeah- sorry about that- I can assure you he went nowhere near your bedroom" chase paused.

"You- he said you were sleeping" oh that's it. The next time Jakes fronting, it's on sight.

"Again- sorry about that"

"I'm actually gonna kill him" chase huffed out and felt the familiar arms of Steven around them

"Calm down love. It's my fault I asked him to make some. Didn't think he'd be doing them tonight though" Steven frowned out. A soft chuckle left chase and patted Stevens arm.

"It's alright Steven. Hey, you wanna stay the night? Or…what remains of it anyway"

"Y-yeah, yeah sure" Steven smiled and chase nodded, a very loud yawn leaving them and stood up, grabbing Steven's hands and tugging him over to the bed, "oh you mean sleep. Here. With you."

"Steven I'm not gonna do anything." Chase laughed, falling onto their bed and tugging Steven down beside them, then snuggled into him, "just want my Steven snuggles for a longer amount of…time…" chase let yet another yawn out, gently grabbing Steven's shirt and falling asleep beside him.

Steven had to admit, chase looked cute when they were sleeping or focusing on something important. Or even chewing on the end of their paintbrushes.

They just looked cute either way.

But, Steven was feeling very tired, and they most definitely needed the sleep. And chase was here, with him.

And he was okay with that so in some aspect, he can thank Jake for making cookies at 3am.