Creepypasta X Reader Oneshots

Laughing Jack x Reader

((Again, take a moment to admire the amazingness up there. Snuffbomb, the creator of Laughing Jack, looks fine as heck in his character's cosplay. Like, holy crap. Anyways! >w<

Key:
(e/c) - Eye Color
(Y/n) - Your Name))

"Sugar! I'm home!" The voice of a certain monochrome clown snapped you from your intensive reading, and you looked up at your boyfriend with (e/c) eyes, noticing his goofy smile and the way he was staggering. Oh, Christ.

He had gone out with his buddies earlier for some guy time, and you were perfectly fine with that. You encouraged him to go and have fun, both for his sake and yours. He would get time with his friends and you could catch up on your reading and finally finish that chapter you were so curious about. But you also warned him not to drink too much. Apparently that little bit of information failed to get through clearly.

With an amused scoff, you got up and sat your book down, removing your reading glasses.

"You're drunk, Jack." You said. You were a little mad that he didn't take your advice about getting wasted, but you also always found it funny when he was drunk. The Pasta smiled even wider, chuckling a little. "And you're gorgeous, Sugar pop." He slurred. Even when drunk, he was cheesy. You rolled your eyes a little, still smiling as you shook your head. "Let's get you to bed so you can sleep this off, Jack. You're probably going to have a killer hangover in the morning."

And with that, you began to help your favorite idiot up the stairs of your shared home, having to pause every so often either because he got dizzy or her was being weird and started to spout the most hilarious nonsense you could think of. Just when you were almost at the top of the steps, he stopped you, taking a moment to widen his eyes a little before he spoke. "(Y/n), I just made the biggest realization ever. The reason the sun is so freaking bright....it's on FIRE! The SUN is on FIRE, (Y/n)! We have to put it out before it gets hurt! The guy may never be able to feel his skin again if we don't help him!"

What. The. Flying Unicorn Cocktail Kangaroo? You know what? No. You weren't even gonna think about it.

"Jack, the sun is okay. I promise the fire doesn't hurt him. He'll be fine." You just went with his odd ways, opening the bedroom door. You weren't even gonna bother with the lights. This would be hard enough helping him get changed into his sleep clothes.

While you helped the clown get changed, he kept saying that you and he needed to build a ship to take you to the sun so you could help him. He didn't believe that the sun couldn't feel the fire like you said, and he actually started to cry a little because he "felt bad for mister sun". You sighed as you pulled the covers over LJ, rubbing soothing circles on his back as you tried to comfort him. You told him the sun was very strong, and that he had built up a tolerance to the fire, so the sun was going to be okay. Either this calmed him down, or he just started to pass out, cause the odd goof soon stopped crying and began to drift off to sleep, wrapping a long arm around you. "(Y/n)?" He mumbled into your neck as you continued to rub his back. You gave a 'hm' to let him know you were listening.

"Promise me the sun's ok."

The adorable moron. You smiled, patting his back gently. "I promise, Jack. The sun is a strong warrior. He can handle the fire." You assured him. It was silent for awhile, and you thought Laughing Jack had gone to sleep until he spoke one last time, his voice sounding tired and his speach slow. "......Can I be as strong as the sun one day, (Y/n)?" He asked, sounding like a hopeful child.

With a soft smile, you ran your hand through his black hair gently, feeling a warmth in your heart. He was so adorable.

".......Yes, honey. You can be even stronger than the sun."

((Sorry it's so short. Like I said, I can't think of anything to write. I'm sorry, guys. Until next time. See you later, you Bombshell Beauties!))