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I think these are my favorite pieces of merch so far with the new hoodies. They’re simple yet super cute, and something about the font used for the letters just makes me happy! So I made them transparent.

anonymous asked:

Number 86, with jimin please.

Prompt request: “Why are you walking around naked?”

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You knew that Jimin had a reputation on campus, but this is the first time you’ve witnessed his bad habits firsthand. Then again, you knew Jimin would break your heart eventually.

Word count: 822 words

When it came to Park Jimin, there were two constants.

One: he would always be your best friend.

Two: you loved him, but he would never love you back.

You accepted these truths early on. Jimin had burst into your life at a tender age, leaving a trail of happiness and warmth wherever he went. Naturally, you had come to love him. And that ruined everything. Jimin had sworn against love after seeing his parents’ marriage fall apart.

You could never let him know about your feelings. So his smiles cut like knives and his embraces were cruel, yet you still chased after him.

That was how you ended up here.

You followed Jimin to university, and by some stroke of fate, lived across from him in your residency. Like every other Sunday morning, you woke up early for track practice. Jimin, who was also on the track team, had a tendency to sleep through morning practices, so you took it upon yourself to drag him out of bed every week.

Slipping into your worn running shoes, you let out a loud yawn. You exited your dorm quietly, as not to wake your roommate, and crossed the hall.

Jimin’s door was always left unlocked, so you let yourself in. He lived in an apartment style dorm, so the first room you entered was the kitchen (it was pointless, as Jimin and his roommate never cooked).

“Jimin,” you called out quietly, kicking away clothes that were strewn on the floor. “Are you awake yet?”

As you turned the corner into Jimin’s room, you were met by the sight of your best friend–completely naked–standing with his back turned towards you.

Squeaking, you quickly covered your eyes with your hands, peeking through the cracks between your fingers.

Jimin spun around to face you, darting to cover up his lower body. He grabbed a shirt hanging over his desk chair and hid behind it.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he hissed, squinting to look at you in the bright, morning light filtering in through his window. “Why are you here right now?”

“We have track practice,” you replied, still covering your eyes. You could still see him though, and his sculpted body had you flushed. “Just was gonna wake you up.”

You turned around as Jimin slipped into a pair of sweatpants. Eventually he spoke. “It’s fine, I’m decent now.”

Looking, back at Jimin, who was still shirtless, you couldn’t resist asking. “Why are you walking around naked?” you inquired. “This hasn’t happened before.”

Jimin’s eyes flickered to his bed before returning to you, his mouth set in a tight line. Slowly, you followed his gaze. Then, you saw her.

A girl was tucked into Jimin’s bed, her messy hair spread around her. Hickeys dotted her neck, a line of them spreading across her chest and disappearing underneath the covers she was surrounded by.

Your mouth went dry and your heart plummeted. Unable to meet Jimin’s eyes, you stared at the floor in front of him.

“O-oh, sorry,” you stuttered, trying to keep your voice steady. You began to back out of his room. “I’ll just go run by myself then. See you later.” With that, you turned on your heel and rushed out of Jimin’s dorm.

Jimin caught up in the hallway, grabbing your hand and pulling you to a stop. He had heard the distress in your voice.

“Y/N,” he began, his soft voice laced with concern. “What’s wrong?”

You tried to hide your face as you felt your eyes brimming with tears. Jimin pulled your hands away from your face, peering at you closely.

“Why are you crying?”

Jimin’s gentle words unleashed a storm inside of you. Tears flowed freely down your face, and your lower lip quivered.

“J-Jimin, I,” you hiccuped, struggling to form words. “I c-can’t do this anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Jimin demanded, looking frantic. “What are you talking about?”

“I love y-you,” you whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

Jimin dropped your hands like they burned him. His expression morphed into a stony one, his eyes leaving yours. His jaw clenched as a slew of emotions flashed in his eyes. A heavy silence stretched between you, punctuated by the quiet sounds of your breathy sobs.

“You know how I feel,” Jimin said finally, each word feeling like a punch to your stomach.

“I know,” you repeated, your head dropping. You turned around and walked away, and this time, Jimin didn’t try to stop you.

As you passed through his kitchen, you looked at the article of clothing that you had kicked away earlier. It was a little black dress, you noted bitterly, a sad laugh getting caught in your throat.

That morning, you ran until your lungs burned and your legs turned into jelly. Your mind went blank as you focussed on putting one leg in front of the other. You just ran.

- Girl in Luv

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed. Not gonna lie, I was inspired by the lyrics of Spring Day. I’m think of writing a fic based on the lyrics…

acowar ships

I was thinking the other day about how we’ve all been so concerned with how the ships will turn out in acowar - who will end up with whom, who will get to see their ship doin’ it, who will have babies or get married or whatever.

But basically, at this point I’m over here just like…. please don’t die?

Because being in a ship/couple/marriage is great and whatever, but it’s pretty much the same thing as babies - people don’t need babies to be complete. And people don’t need to be in a couple or have a significant other to be complete, either.

But they sure do need to be alive!


“Fuck.”  He murmured, rubbing his hands over his face as he let your news sink in.  You hadn’t really known how to tell J, so you just blurted it out.  Not the most eloquent reveal, but at least it was off of your chest.

“I figured that you should know.”  You offered while gnawing on your lower lip.  J nodded at that in understanding before sighing once more and looking over at you.

“We have to tell Smurf.  she’ll know how to help us.”

The Joker x Reader- “Without Wings”

Each villain gets a protective spirit, kind of like a guardian angel but…not really. The Joker is a handful, that’s why nobody wants the job. Lucky him you love challenges so you’ll take him under your wings (so to speak since you don’t have any; it just sounds nice).

When the Ace Chemicals incident happened, The Joker’s guardian just left him, fed up with the difficult task of keeping him out of danger so there was nobody watching over The Clown Prince of Crime. You felt the urge to help and stepped in right away because you absolutely love tough assignments.

He almost drowned in that vat but you pulled him out in time. J didn’t see too much before he lost consciousness: just a shadow he assumed it was one of his henchmen (not too much to see anyway since you’re shapeless). You felt so bad about his misfortune – no villain is supposed to be without protection at any given time. You tried to make it up to him by making his eyes a more intense blue and blessed him with a lot of eerie beauty. A guardian spirit is not allowed to change anything about a villain’s personality so you didn’t.

Holy crap, is it hard to keep him out of trouble or what? He’s so reckless, impulsive and temperamental now you realize why nobody wanted him. But you never lost a villain on your watch and you’re not going to start now.

At the present moment you are very concerned about his girlfriend: she was actually sent to assassinate him and he has no clue. For once somebody got under his skin and it worries you. Things are really getting out of hand: she already tried to kill him twice last week.

When she gave The Joker the poisoned grape juice, you tripped him and he spilled it all over his new suit. Man, he had such a fit and it was fun to watch: you always enjoy his tantrums. When she tried to inject him with the toxin in his sleep, you slapped her hand and she dropped the syringe. You broke it to pieces and she was so intrigued: how can plastic shatter like that?!

Bitch, don’t mess with someone under my safekeeping!!

Tonight she will try again and you are so done! You are seriously considering taking over her body, this way you can watch J all the time: he certainly needs extra care and attention. Last time you did this for somebody was about 200 years ago and you recall you didn’t enjoy your mortal adventure too much. Plus, if you decide to do it, you’ll be stuck like that for a year, then you have only a two days window to go back to the Shadow World. If not, you’ll be confined in the body until it dies.

Not very nice options but it’s nighttime and she will make her move soon.

Shit, might as well.

You materialize by their bed and float there for a while, considering all the alternatives and finally determine:


You open your eyes and blink a few times, adjusting to your new status. The Joker senses you’re wiggling around and moves his hand from your waist to your breasts, mumbling something in his sleep.

Watch it, mortal! And you move his hand lower. J feels that and slides his fingers down your tummy, trying to get inside your bikini.

Seriously, human, keep your hands at home. You move his hand away.

A very low growl and he shoves himself into you, opening his eyes for a few seconds. Since you can see in the dark, you have to congratulate yourself: you did such an amazing job on that shade of blue!

“Why are you still awake, Princess?” J yawns, snoozing shortly after.

I just got here, you want to say but you don’t. You never sleep anyway. You turn towards your protégé and carefully remove the blanket off him to admire that eerie beauty you blessed him with a while ago. Yep, you did very good: that pale skin is flawless and all those tattoos amplify the whole ensemble gorgeously.

The Joker is such a light sleeper: you were cautious yet he felt you move the cover and woke up, reaching over to kiss you.

How weird, you back out a bit and he wraps you in his arms.

“What is it, Doll? Wanna go again? I am tired as hell but I can make an exception for you,” he grins, taking a deep breath.

Go where?! It’s in the middle of the night.

“Nooooo,” you mutter because you can tell he needs to rest. Why would he want to get up and go somewhere?!

“OK then, Pumpkin, just let Daddy know if you change your mind, I’m not gonna let my girl hanging,” he stretches, groping you and placing your arms around his neck, this way his head rests on your cleavage.

“U-hum,” you agree, confused, not having a clue what he’s referring to.

He suddenly kisses you one more time and it irritates you: keep your lips at home, mortal! Such a strange sensation; it’s been forever since you’ve been inside a human body. Very interesting, what is it really?! Without even noticing you kiss him back and he moans, groping you again.

“You’re such a naughty girl, Y/N; come on, let’s go again then, you’re making Daddy all worked up,” he purrs, breaking apart from your lips with his eyes closed.

Where does he want to go?! He’s worn out and it shows.

“We can go tomorrow, um… baby,” (that’s how that woman addressed J and it appeared he liked it).

What’s the rush? Just sleep and you can take me wherever you want in the morning.

“Are you sure, Doll?” he nuzzles in your long hair (well, hers), not really wanting to give up on the opportunity.

“Of course I’m sure, we can go tomorrow, you’re exhausted,” you reply, playing with his green locks, completely oblivious at the meaning of his statement. All these things you feel are overwhelming but so far it’s not as bad as you remember. Probably need to get reused to everything.

“You know we will!” he promises, cuddling to your chest while you keep on caressing that green hair and you have to admit you’re happy he’s going to take you somewhere  fun on your first day as a mortal.


He keeps on staring at you all day, intrigued.

“What is it?” mortal, you want to add but decide to skip it.

“Something about you changed, Doll. You look sooooo beautiful,” he licks his lips, enticed.

Of course I’m beautiful since I blessed this body with my presence, duh.
“Did you change your hair?” he evaluates your assets, trying to guess on what it is.

“Nahhh,” you keep on playing with her cellphone, mesmerized. Wow, this is absolutely fabulous! This piece of technology must be the greatest invention ever on the planet!

“Did you change your makeup?” The Joker insists and walks on the street, trying to get in the limo and you follow, scrolling down all those interesting pages on Google, catching up with what’s going on with humanity these days.

“No, baby, I didn’t.”

“What is it then? Drives me nuts! What changed?” J is not even paying attention to the cars passing so close by and he still stands there, keeping the door opened so you can get in.

“Watch out,” you calmly warn, yanking him close to you just in time before a car almost hits him.

“Jesus, that was close!” he cracks his neck and slaps your butt as an encouragement to enter the limousine. “Thank you, Pumpkin.”

“It’s my job”, you admit, not taking your gaze off your phone.

“What was that?” he grins once he gets in the car by you.

“I said no problem,” you repeat, changing your tune. J takes the cell out of your hand and hides it in his jacket.

“Stop playing with it, Princess, and pay attention to me.”

You whimper, unhappy your toy is gone for the moment.

“Tonight you’re in for some special treatment, Doll,” he winks and you lean your head on his shoulder, bored. “I’m in the mood for some crazy stuff.”

“You’re taking me to that place you wanted to go last night?” you innocently inquire.

“Ahhhh, I love it when you tease me, Kitten,” The Joker roars in your ear, biting it.“Daddy will take you to places you’ve never been before,” he slaps your thigh, aroused.

How cool, my human will take me somewhere awesome tonight.

“You swear?” you double check, excited, unaware of what’s in store for you.

“Always,” J pulls on your bottom lip and you move closer to him. “Lemme take a picture of you, Y/N,” he takes out his phone, “I need a new screen saver… … … Hm, I think there’s something wrong with my phone,” he frowns at the image and tries again. “I need a new one,” he puckers his lips, unhappy. “Look!” he shows you the image and you see the dark shadow covering half of your face.

That’s me, silly, you smile and encourage him to take another picture, making sure your ethereal being doesn’t show this time.

“See? I told you there is nothing wrong with your phone,” you giggle and he is very content with the new screensaver of his pretty Doll.


Ohhhhhhhhh, so that’s what your villain meant when he said he’ll take you places: probably an understatement anyway. Wow, that was really wild! It seemed he enjoyed himself immensely and you don’t know where you stand yet; can’t say you disliked it though. I guess something else to get used to in a human body, no big deal.

Your head is resting on his abs, your feet high on all the pillows while you examine all the bites and hickeys on your body, not pleased with what J did.

“My God, Y/N, you were so feral !!! You scratched me quite badly, look!” he proudly shows you the marks you left on his pale skin.

You asked for it mortal; you can’t do that to me and get away with it!

The Joker messes with your hair for a little bit, then you try to get up and he won’t let you.

“Hey, Pumpkin, wanna go again?” he purrs, attempting to snatch you but his left hand is still handcuffed to the bed so he can’t move too much.

“Go where?” you pout, not in the mood to get out of the penthouse.

“I love it when you tease me, com’ere!” J signals you with his finger and you crawl on top of him because he seems to like that along with the kissing thing. “You can take advantage of me, hm? Go crazy, I’ll let you!” he lifts his head to bite your neck and you dodge his lips, annoyed:

“You’ll let me??! I don’t need your permission, mortal!” you snarl at him, biting his shoulder, calling him that out loud.

“That’s a good one, Y/N; are we playing roles? I can be the mortal and you can be…”

“Kind of like your guardian angel, no wings though,” you give him an evil glance, actually saying the truth but he wouldn’t know.

“Oh, goody, yeah, that works,” he moans, too horny to concentrate on what just came out of your mouth.

Ohhhhhhh, so that’s what your villain meant by “going again.” You really need to get up to speed with all this earthling talk that seems way to unnecessary complicated sometimes. As soon as you get your cell phone back, you’re on it!

** He wakes up in the middle of the night and distinguishes your body shape by the window, mumbling words he can’t understand and softly chuckling to yourself.

“Prinnncessss,” J whines, rubbing his eyes, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing, go back to sleep, I’ll be there in a minute!” you urge him, taking a deep breath, not thrilled you got interrupted.

You are actually communicating with another protective entity; I guess in human words you could call IT best friend and IT is assigned to safeguard Jonny Frost.

“My mortal needs me, “ you whisper in the Shadow World’s language not meant for human ears anyway. Your “friend” understands and vanishes, not that anybody can see IT to start with; only you have the ability since you’re the same.

You crack a few bones and go to bed, which is dull because you never doze off.

“I can’t sleep without you,” The Joker grumbles, and you oblige, taking him in your arms and squeezing him really tight. You even have one leg around his waist and you cling to his body like there’s no tomorrow.

I like my human, he gets so needy but he can’t help it, you reckon, placing soft kisses all over his forehead; you know he enjoys this kind of stuff. You hug him even tighter and he chokes, coughing a few times.

“Baby Doll, I can’t breathe,” he complains, half gone, and you loosen your embrace a bit.

“You’re a great villain,“ you praise in a very low voice but he can’t really understand since he’s snoozing.

“That’s nice, Kitten,” he mutters and you crush him in your arms again.

I really like my mortal, you smirk with such a devilish smile he cannot see and protectively watch him like a hawk all night, even if you don’t really have to.


“Watch out,” you smoothly move J with your finger just an inch to his right and the bullet shrieks by his ear, ricocheting in the wall behind.

“What… the hell?!” he snaps at the hostages, pulling his gun out and shooting the rebel officer that dared commit such atrocity. “Anybody else wants to be a hero?!” he screams and has the worst temper tantrum ever during the heist.

Wow, you think, bedazzled.  This is even more fun to witness from so close, certainly one of the greatest villains ever.  

“Y/N, “ he comes in front of you, panting, super pissed from what just happened, “remind me to thank you tonight, yes? We can go as many times as you want,” J winks at you before restarting his rant and wreaking some havoc he makes sure they’ll never forget.

I know what that means, you gasp, proud you learned the difficult subtleties of this planet’s vocabulary.


“Batsy’s coming, we should go right now,” you tell him, raising your voice so The Joker can hear you over the deafening music in the club.

“No, he’s not, he has no clue about this place,” he keeps you in his lap when you alert of the imminent danger.

“Batsy’s here,” you emotionlessly speak, bored to the maximum and you push him on the floor.“Watch out,” and the explosion in the front of the club makes the ground shake, a few pieces of sharp glass falling right on the spot where he sat a few seconds ago.

“Holy shit, Doll,” J gets all startled, both of you carefully creeping out of the VIP room and take the back exit before things worsen. Batsy really raided the place on a tip from an anonymous source but the evasive King of Gotham was nowhere to be found. AGAIN. How irritating!

**Nothing is going to happen to him under your watch, no way!

His impulsiveness and recklessness gets him in trouble very often, but you can manage: you’ve protected worse before.

One year will just fly by, half is already gone. YOU GOT THIS! **


“Check out my new tattoo, Princess,” J uncovers his shoulder and you gulp, taken by surprise. He got two angel wings on top of your name tattooed on his collarbone. He likes to joke you’re his guardian angel because you bring him good luck. Pretty close, but not quite.

“I …I don’t have wings…but I like it,” you stutter, telling the truth, but The Joker believes you’re being funny.

“Since it seems you are my lucky charm, I thought you would appreciate this more than anything else, am I right?” he licks his lips when he notices how hypnotized you are with his new ink.

“Are you going to be ok when I’m gone?” the unexpected question comes and he rolls his eyes, scoffing.

“Bad mood again?” he wants to know and forcefully pulls you in his arms. “Look what I did for you, be grateful! You’re not going anywhere. Got it?”

I have to, my year will be up tomorrow and I don’t want to be stuck in this body until it dies. You really wish you could explain to The Joker but he won’t understand nor is allowed to know anyway.

“Stop talking nonsense, Doll, you’re making Daddy mad.”

“Why do you keep on calling yourself that?!” you inquire, gazing in his blue eyes.

You really, really did a great job with that shade!

“Because I’m your Daddy and you should call me that more often, you naughty little minx,” he kisses you roughly, grossly groping your butt.

The arrogance this human has! But he’s a good villain, that’s his forte.


“Pumpkin, I can’t breathe,” he moans in his sleep and you loosen your embrace again.

You kiss the tattoo he got for you and he squirms a bit, ticklish.

My mortal likes me, you caress his green hair, getting ready to flee the body. She will take over again but won’t remember too much. That woman won’t have a memory of her mission to kill him so J should be safe. Plus, you’ll always watch over him since you are determined not to fail at your task.

“I’m going now,” you whisper and peck his cheek, ready to get out. “Don’t make my assignment of keeping you secure too hard… Daddy,” you softly laugh and he nuzzles in the crook of your neck, growling.

“You’re not going anywhere,” The Joker barely manages to hum.

“You’re awake?” you test the waters, intrigued.

“Nope,” he sniffles because he just heard bits and pieces, being so tired he can’t even wake himself up to properly talk to you.

Batsy chased him for a full hour around Gotham but he managed to escape since you were in the car also. Yeah, strange how he gets away when you are around; a real mystery!

“I have to go but…”

“No,” he opens one eye and since you can see in the dark, you notice.

“Sleep… you won’t even realize I’m gone,” you trace his Damaged tattoo with your index finger and he closes his eye, purring under your touch.

“I would notice…” J yawns, more awake but having a hard time focusing.

“You don’t even know what I’m talking about,” you giggle, amused he’s such a stubborn mule.

“I need my guardian angel,” he grumbles and you squeeze him really hard again, contemplating your choices.

“I don’t even have wings,” you widely smile but he’s in his trance and really speaks without knowing at this point.

“That’s fine…” and then tugs on your t-shirt. “Pumpkin… I can’t breathe…”

Right, you keep on forgetting you hold him too tight. Just being overprotective, that’s all. It’s your job.

I like my human, you grin, wanting to stay because he’s a good villain and I guess won’t be too bad being trapped alongside him in this body.

Heaven knows The Joker needs all the help he can get.

Even if the help doesn’t have any wings.



The Worst Surprise (Pt. 4)

A/N It’s finally done! I present to you, the final part of The Worst Surprise. I hope ya’ll love it as much as I loved writing it.

Y/H/C- your color hair

Y/F/N- your first name

Y/L/N- your last name 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

   My green haired lover was lounging comfortably on my bed, the same look of pure rage that I had left him with still present on his face. I regarded him as if he were a wild animal as he slowly pushed himself up from my bed.

   “Oh baby,” he growled, “you have been a bad girl.”

   Never taking my eyes off of him, I cautiously lowered my gun and placed it on the dresser by the door. Pointing a gun at him when he was in such a bad mood would not do me any favors. Of course he noticed the movement, which triggered him to look me up and down. He apparently did not like what he saw, and let out another growl.

   J eyed my bare legs as he took a step towards me, “I should kill that boy for having his hands all over what belongs to me.”

   My eyes widened and my heart stopped. Shit. Shit. Shit. How long had he been following me? If J saw me dancing with James, then he probably saw me drinking too. Not to mention the fact that I went out in tiny shorts and a crop top.  

   Noticing my panicked expression he grinned, “Oh you thought you would get away with it? No, no, pet, you will be punished.”

   That got my blood boiling as I remembered Harley. Raising my eyes to meet his, I glared, “You can fuck other people, but I can’t?”

   He growled again and stalked toward me. Gripping my face in his hands, he smashed his lips against mine. I fought against the kiss, pushing at his chest in an attempt to make him let me go. It obviously didn’t work very well since he was a lot stronger that me, but after a few seconds he let me escape. As I took a hard step back, my wig got stuck on one of J’s many rings. It slid off my head, releasing my natural Y/C/H. J’s eyes seemed to be glued to it as it fell around my shoulders and down my back.

   “No, J,” I shook my head,  my hair dancing around me, “You don’t get to touch me! You don’t get to touch me after touching her.”

   My Clown Prince laughed shortly and raised a non existent eyebrow, “You’re mad at me?”

   I nodded, an unimpressed look on my face.

   “Baby girl, you shot at me and missed. You’re lucky to be alive; I’ve killed people for less,” he said through gritted metal teeth, “You have no place to be mad at me.”

   Scoffing, I crossed my arms, “I didn’t shoot at you. I shot at the bitch you were cheating on me with, and I didn’t miss. She’d be dead right now if it wasn’t for that damn glass.”

   Even though he looked perfectly calm, I knew that he was beyond enraged. In fact, his left eye, the one with a little J under it, was twitching. I had spent enough time studying him to know that a twitchy eye was a very bad sign. Normally when his eyes twitched, it meant that someone was about to die.

   “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N,” he ground out, his voice shaking slightly with the effort to restrain himself.

   “Fuck that. In fact, fuck you. You’re an untrustworthy asshole, J, that deserves worse than just me running away.”

   Having been pushed to his limit, J raised his hand as if to backhand me. My mind immediately went back to over a year ago, to our first fight. It was the only time he had ever hit me, the only time he had even raised his hand against me. The slap had knocked me to floor, causing me to hit my head on the side of his desk and loose consciousness. When I had woken up,  he wasn’t there. I found him in his office, sitting against his desk with a bottle of liquor in his hand and tear stains on his cheeks. He told me he couldn’t loose me, and promised that he would never hurt me again.

   With fresh tears in my eyes, I met J’s angry glare and repeated the exact words I had said to him then, “Hit me and loose me forever. I will not be your new Harley, and I will not stand for an abusive relationship. Hit me, and even if you lock me away for the rest of my life, I will never love you again.”

   J’s gaze immediately softened as he dropped his hand to his side. He knew that he had struck a nerve, and he quickly tried to fix his mistake before he pushed me too far.

   “Baby,” he said in a soft voice that was quite uncommon for him, “you know I would never hurt you.”

   Now that I was no longer in mortal danger, the events of the day caught up to me and I was suddenly extremely exhausted. Leaning against the doorframe beside me, I shrugged and gave him a tired smile, “J, you already did.”

   My clueless Mr. J seemed to finally realize the damage he had caused as a crestfallen look overtook his beautiful face. He didn’t know what to do, and he didn’t receive any clues from me. After a few moments of just staring at me with a sad expression, he finally decided to pull me into a hug. Too tired to fight it, I allowed him to embrace me, in turn wrapping my arms around his torso and burying my face in his chest. I inhaled his wonderful scent, and for the first time in two weeks, felt my whole body completely relax.

   “Why did you do it, J?” I asked, my insecurities beginning to emerge in my tired state, “Am I not good enough for you anymore?”

   J growled and pulled me tighter against his chest, “Don’t say that. You are perfect, I would never want anyone else.”

   “If you really thought I was perfect, you wouldn’t have kissed her,” I grumbled quietly against his chest.

   He shushed me softly, running his hand through my hair to calm me down. Unfortunately his comforting touch wouldn’t let me forget what he had done and why I had left. I may not be screaming at him, but I was angry, and I was hurt. He wasn’t going to get away with that lame answer, so I reluctantly pulled away.

   J regarded me carefully as I stood up straight and crossed my arms over my chest. Fixing my eyes on his, I gave him a hard look, “I need an answer, J. Why did you kiss her?”

   Gritting his teeth, J ran his hands through his bright green hair. He turned away and started to pace across my room. I just watched and waited as he seemed to be having a battle within himself. After a few moments of trying to wear a hole in my floor, J stopped suddenly and turned to face me. He had decided what his answer would be.

   “You unnerve me Y/N, that’s why I let her kiss me,” he gritted out. Slightly offended, I raised an eyebrow. I opened my mouth to tell him that if anyone was unnerving it was him, when he shot me a scolding look,“You know better than to interrupt. Keep your mouth shut and listen.”

   I rolled my eyes, but complied. Leaning my shoulder against the doorframe, I motioned for him to continue.

   “You unnerve me because you get under my skin in a way that no one else ever has. Every little, annoying  feeling inside my body pushes me to protect you. The voices inside my head all call out for you, urging me to never leave your side. I would kill most anyone who dared to glare at me or run their mouth to me, but when you do it, I just want kiss you. When some idiot manages to piss me off or ruin a deal, you make it better. All I have to do is touch you, and all the demons go away. You tame me, Y/N,” he said, causing my heart to flutter, “that’s why I let Harley kiss me. I had hoped that it was just a stupid obsession, but when even she couldn’t pull me out of it, I knew I was screwed. I told her that I would kill her if she overcame back to Gotham as soon as you left.”

   J paused to take a step toward me. My heart beat hard in my chest, trying to break through the cage of my ribs, when he grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him. There was a look in his clear blue eyes that I had never seen before as he ran his tongue over his silver teeth.

   “You snuck your way into an organ I was beginning to believe I didn’t have, and now it belongs to you. I kissed Harley Quinn for the last time because I’m in love with you, and it is the only thing that has ever terrified me.”

   My heart swelled and tears spilled onto my cheeks. Having never expected to hear those words from him, I was completely shocked. Six months after he had claimed me as his, J had found out that I loved him when I said it in my sleep. He had taken it better than I thought he would, but it still wasn’t the desired reaction. After we had recovered from that, I had realized that J would never be able to tell me he loved me. I had realized that J showed his feelings through his actions, and I eventually came to terms with that. Now here he was telling me he loved me, and I was absolutely elated.

   I quickly wiped the tears away and closed the distance between us. Harley was completely forgotten as I pulled him into a passionate kiss. J immediately wrapped one arm around my waist and tangled the other into my hair. He crushed my body against his, his lips meeting mine in a hungry fervor. Grinning against him, I kissed him back with an equal amount of passion.

   Kissing him after so long felt like absolute heaven. J tugged at my hair, using it to tilt my head back so that he had easier access to my lips. I couldn’t help but moan as his silver teeth sunk into my lower lip. J purred, releasing my lip and pulling back to look at me.

   “You’re mine, Y/F/N Y/L/N, and no one else is allowed to have you.”

   I nodded, “And you, Mr. J, are mine. Don’t even think about letting another girl touch you ever again.”

   He laughed and nodded. J gave me another kiss then started to walk backwards towards my bed. I smiled widely as I followed, my eyes never leaving his. When his knees hit the edge, he sat down, his hands finding my hips and pulling me between his legs. There was a mischievous look in his eyes as he gazed up at me.

   I laughed, allowing the sound to fill the room. When I looked back down at J he was smiling a true, perfect smile.

    “I love you Mr. J,” I whispered, running my fingers through his vibrant hair.
He allowed his eyes to slip closed and purred, “I love you too my perfect Y/N. Please don’t ever leave me again”

   “I promise J, I’ll never leave you again,” I said as he leaned his head against my stomach.  I was finally happy, and I knew that no matter what, I would always have my insane, over-protective Joker by my side.

anonymous asked:

Please do shownu jooheon and wonho reacting to their rather small s/o getting stuck head first in the dryer while trying to do laundry

Reacting to you getting your head stuck in the dryer (Shownu, Wonho, and Jooheon)

Shownu“Hey uh, Shownu could you come here?” You spoke up from the laundry room, even though it came out a bit echoed he’d still come as nonchalantly as he normally would.”Coming” He’d call out as he walked into the laundry room, only instead to be met with your smiling face, he was met with your ass in the air and your head not to be found. You could feel his presence in the room but he remained silent. “Sweethe-” His hysterical laughter would cut you off as he bent over and held his stomach. 

“Please….No time for jokes…I have to pee” “I’m sorry sweetie, I’ll help you out”

Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx

Wonho: “y/n,” No answer. “Y/nnnnnn~” Nothing in response. “Y/N!!!!!” “I’m in the laundry room…..” He immediately ran to where the source of the wondrous voice originated. “Ah there you are I was freaking o- Are you in the-” “Yes…. I… am” You groaned as you tapped on the dryer. “You know baby… that’s actually a good look on you” He teased as he tried to contain his laughter. “HOSEOK I WILL END YOU JUST HELP ME” He chuckled as he walked over to you amusingly.

“Alright alright fine. On 3, 1…2…3!!” “OW MY HIP STOP GRABBING SO HARD”

Originally posted by minqhyuk

Jooheon: He was walking around the house like a lost dog, wondering why there was no noisy dancer in the kitchen or why there wasn’t sprawled out figure on the couch watching tv. He didn’t find the answer to his musings until he stumbled in the laundry room to see your left leg and ass hanging out of the dryer while the rest of your body was inside. “Hey, y/n’s ass” He snickered at his own joke as you tensed up a bit. “Ah hello, Jooheon nice to see you here.” “You can’t even see me.” “I beg of you… help me” “Will you wear the shirt I made you” God the shirt. It wasn’t that bad, despite the fact that it had Jooheon’s face photoshopped on a bee ironed on it. “Ugh fine you nerd” You laughed as you felt his hands on your leg.

“I think we should butter your entire lower half” “Kill me” 

Originally posted by bap-monstax


The Joker x Reader x Dead Son - “Lost” part 4

Your son died and everything came crashing down really fast. Who would have thought the King and Queen of Gotham have hearts that can break?

Read part 1 here: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154759609421/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-1

part 2: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154843339491/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-2

part 3: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155843198391/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-3

At first you walk fast then you start running when you see the building in the distance.

“Come on, baby!” you rush J even if you don’t have to: he’s right beside you. Your henchmen follow closely and you all stop once you get in front of the blue structure.

“You guys secure the perimeter; me and Y/N are going in!” The Joker instructs everyone on what to do, shouting orders while you just can’t wait any longer and kick the door open, dashing inside.

“Princess, wait!!!” you hear him shout behind you, “The place might be rigged!!!”

You don’t even care at this point, which is stupid and you realize it, but the thought of Kase being so close makes everything else fade. J catches up with you and traps your body against the wall for a few seconds:

“Stop, stop, please stop!” he begs, slowly backing out. “They might have explosives all over, I don’t want you hurt.”

You sniffle, upset, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down:

“I know, but I can’t help it, our son might be a few steps away.”

The Joker doesn’t reply; he just starts walking, signaling you to follow. You try to look around as carefully as you can, yet the impatience growing up inside you makes it hard to focus. You wipe you forehead with one hand, panting, holding J’s really tight with the other. He suddenly leans and quickly kisses your temple, continuing to be silent. You don’t feel like talking either.

Such a long corridor and so many rooms. Where the hell is the basement? Is Kase really here? Your thoughts are interrupted by the fast clicking sound to your left and you only have time to push J to the ground before the loud blast almost knocks you unconscious against the wall. You fall down on top of him and it takes you a few good moments before the ringing in your ears starts to disappear. That’s when you realize J is talking to you:

Are you OK?… Hey, answer me, are you OK?” he tries to push you up but there is so much rubble on both of you it’s hard to move. You scream in pain when you realize your right side of the body hurts really bad. “What is it?” he asks, stopping his motion and his hands go down your waist until he feels the sharp piece of glass. You scream again, letting your head fall back on his chest.

“Oh my God, don’t touch it, it hurts like hell!”

“Jesus, Princess, hold on,” he grunts, carefully getting from under you, pushing bricks and stones around so he can help you up. You whimper, leaning against him, starting to cough from all the dust flying around.

He tries to clean your face a bit, then gets on his knees so he can assess the damage on your wound.

“It doesn’t look good, Pumpkin, but I don’t think I should take this out,” he tells you while attempting to pretend he’s not worried sick. “ I think we should get back and…”

“No way!!” you shake your head in denial, wheezing, taking deep breaths. “We have to find our son.” The Joker gets up, aware you won’t listen to him and grabs your left arm, placing it around his neck so he can help you walk.

“Dammit, Y/N, I don’t like this at all,” he whispers, concerned, his blue eyes looking into yours while you’re limping towards the end of the hallway.

“Don’t worry, baby, nothing beats giving birth; this is nothing,” you try to joke and chuckle, making him smile.

“I believe that,” J grins, but you can’t help but noticing the nervousness in his voice.

The ground shakes again and you stop in your tracks, listening to the muffled explosion that seems to come from above.

“Do you think we triggered a chain reaction or something?” you ask, searching around for shelter in case you need it but there’s none; just abandoned rooms with probably more traps.

“It’s possible, I don’t know, we should hurry,” he fastens his steps and it makes your pain reach such a high level you have to bite your tongue really hard in order not to yell. You finally get to the end of the corridor and open the door, sighting in relief when you see the stairs going down in spiral.

“Let’s go,” you urge The Joker and both head down, growing restless which each step.

Once you get to the bottom of the stairs, it gets darker, only a few flickering light bulbs illuminate the way.

“How are you holding up, Doll?” J asks, stopping for a little bit.

“I’m OK, baby, let’s keep moving,” you whisper, struggling to breathe.

Suddenly, a low, strong rumble makes the walls crack.

“What the hell is going on out there?” The Joker wonders, taking out his phone and calling Johnny. “ Hey, Frost, what is happening? Really?! Shit! I want you to…Hello? Fuck! Dropped call, Princess.” He tries a few more times, but no luck. “The roof collapsed. This place keeps on exploding one piece at a time. If Kase is really here, we’ll have to get a hold of Frost and tell him to make the call. We’re trapped, I don’t know if our men can get us out in time, but he can.”

“Crap…crap…” you rest your head on his shoulder, mad at the situation. “…We’ll have to do it if we wanna save our son.”

“I know,” he sighs, resigned.

When you get to the end of the dark hallway, there are more stairs going down.

“Jeez, how deep is this place?” you roll your eyes, exasperated.

“I don’t know, Kitten,” he replies, squeezing you closer to him.

It takes you about 5 more minutes to reach the end of the staircase. You find yourselves in front of a long corridor again with empty gated rooms on both sides.

“What is this place?!” The Joker frowns, carefully walking so he won’t trip on the debris scattered all over the floor.

“Kase!!!” you shout. “Kase!!” You voice echoes in the abandoned place and your heart breaks more when there’s no answer.

“Kase!!” J yells too and you unexpectedly hear it:

“Dad?? Dad!!!! I’m here! Down here!”

“It’s him!” you gasp, both starting to run, not even giving a damn about the pain and the blood dripping down your pants.

You don’t even know when you got in front of his cell, both you and the Joker reaching inside to touch him.

“ I thought you were dead, I thought you were dead,” you keep on repeating, not believing he’s right there, still alive.

“Mom, you came,” he starts crying, kissing your wrists as you frantically caress his face.

“J, get him out!”

“Move to your left, son, ” J finally lets him go and takes out his gun, shooting the lock. You both get out of the way and you keep your hands on the bars, staring at him, not even wanting to blink.

“You’re grounded until you’re 30,” you wipe your tears, smiling.

“I’m too old for that, mom,” he sniffles, placing his hands on top of yours.

“Just watch me,” you threaten, attempting to catch your breath. One more gun shot and the lock is finally broken. Kase rushes into his father’s arms, hugging him tight.

“Dad, you found me! I thought I’ll never see you again,” he whispers when J pecks the top of his head, firmly holding him.
“Like your mom said, you’re grounded till you’re 30. Crazy kid, we thought we lost you…” J growls, not remembering the last time he was so ecstatic.

You limp towards them and Kase parts from his dad to come in your arms.

“My baby,” you kiss him all over his face and this time he doesn’t object. ”My poor baby…”

“I missed you, mom, I thought I will die here all alone,” he starts crying again, upset and happy in the same time. You signal The Joker and mutter, feeling you’re getting weaker:

“Try to get some signal and call Frost, we need to get Kase out of here.” He does as asked, walking around with his phone and manages to make it work with one bar:

“Frost! Frost! Make the call! Yes, I’m sure, we found Kase, so do it. When he comes, do not engage, that’s an order, do you hear me? Do not engage, he gets free passage. Clear the area around, tell the others. And Frost…keep an eye on our son…” J lowers his voice, hanging up before Jonny has a chance to answer. “It’s done, Pumpkin, now we wait.”

You slowly drag your feet and sit down by the wall, resting your back against the metal railing and Kase notices your wound:

“Shit, mom, are you OK? Should we take the glass out?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” you reply, exhausted. “Not all the blood is mine, don’t worry, baby, I’m good,” you manage to crack a smile, wheezing. “Do you think he’ll come?” you address J as he slides down to the floor on the other side of your son.

He’ll come even if he’ll think it’s a trap. He wouldn’t miss on the opportunity.”

“I hope so, Kase needs to get out of here.” You don’t even finish talking and another strong explosion shakes the basement, this time sounding closer.

“Who’s coming, mom?”

“Frost,” you lie without blinking this way he doesn’t freak out. You see he’s scared, sensing something is not quite right so you want to distract him. “Goodness, baby, you look even more like your dad since I last saw you…and you’re hair is longer…I like it…”, you rest your head on his shoulder, concentrating so you don’t slur your words. You feel you are going to faint soon.

“Of course he looks like me; we’re both handsome as hell, hm? ” J jokes around, pulling Kase towards him. You chuckle, remembering something:

“Do you know your father freaked out when he found out I’m pregnant?”

“What?!  I don’t freak out, Princess,” The Joker defends himself, offended.

“You totally freaked out,” you laugh even if it hurts to breathe at this point.

“Did you really, dad?” Kase looks at J, fascinated he didn’t hear the story before. It sure is a good distraction.

“Umm, maybe…a little,” he crinkles his nose, debating.

“You know what he said?” you elbow Kase and he opens his mouth in amazement, waiting for the answer. “ Y/N, I’m an idea and ideas don’t have kids,” you snicker, swallowing your blood and it almost makes you gag.

“Wow, dad, now this is truly, utterly and definitely the most embarrassing stuff you ever said,” Kase chuckles and the Joker squirms in his spot, huffing:

“I was young, OK? Just turned 29 and your mom gives me the news, what was I supposed to do? I’m the Joker,” he rolls his eyes, pretending to be upset. “Hey, Doll, don’t fall asleep, wake up! “ J suddenly gets serious, leaning over Kase so he can kiss you. You open your eyes again, struggling to keep them that way.

“I’m so tired, I need to rest…” you cuddle more against your son, feeling numb and cold.

“No, stay awake, mom” he pleads, seeing you’re not well. He starts massaging your fingers, unconsciously playing with your wedding ring while glancing at J, worried about the state you’re in. His father bites his lower lip, not hiding he’s concerned too.

“I’m all right…What happened to you baby?” you inquire, knowing the story will keep you alert.

Kase begins to depict the things that he’s been through and both you and J interrupt from time to time, asking for details. When you hear that Harley was involved you can’t contain your rage:

“I’m going to kill her and everyone implicated, I swear I will !!! Did you recognize anybody?”

“No, I barely…” Your son gets startled when he hears the weird noises in the distance. “What is that? Is Frost coming?”

“Don’t move!” The Joker snarls through his clenched teeth. “I think he’s here.” J tosses his gun as far as he can and you do the same with yours. You look at each other and sadly smile, knowing what follows won’t be pleasant.

“What’s going on, dad?” Kase wants to get up, realizing things are not good. You hold him down, fighting to remain conscious for as long as possible:

“Don’t move!”

The clamoring and clattering is getting closer and then abruptly stops. After a few seconds, heavy footsteps are heard on the poorly lit hallway and the shadow grows nearer. Batman stops at a safe distance from all of you and Kase’s fingers dig in your arm, pulling closer to his dad. The Joker grins at the sight of his nemesis, content the plan worked:

“It’s not a trap, not this time.”

You lift your head up high, taking deep breaths so you can speak:

“Get our son out of here and you can have us both.”

“W-what?! I’m not going anywhere,” Kase panics, holding onto you. “I’m not going, I’m staying with you!!”

Batman’s distorted, emotionless voice finally resonates in the darkness:

“So many explosives all over; this place will go down soon.” He continues to scan the premises, his senses enhanced to the maximum since he didn’t really expect such a find after that weird phone call that Commissar Gordon got. He assumed it to be a bluff but he wanted to check anyway, that’s why he came.

“Then get our son out!” J repeats your words to make the statement stronger.

“Why are you sending me away? I don’t want to go!” Kase clings to you, not discerning you passed out.

“Do as I say goddammit! Don’t piss me off!” The Joker snaps at his son, panting.

“Mom, please don’t make me go! …Mom?… Hey, mom!” he gently shakes you, turning your face towards him. Your eyes are closed and don’t react when one of the distant rooms towards the very end of the corridor blows up with a loud noise. Faint screams and cries for help shortly follow.

“There are more people here?!” Kase jumps up, terrified, yanking at your hand.

Batman halts midway, looking back and forth, knowing he has to decide if he will go and help the other people trapped in the huge basement falling to pieces or finally have what he’s been chasing for so long. He inhales, exasperated when his scanner shows him 25 prisoners still alive, most of them one level below the one you’re on. This is definitely not the lowest level of this structure. And time is running out.  

“Get out the same way you saw me coming, then left, two rights, left again,” Batman grumbles, disappearing in the blackness of the passage.

“Always a sucker for the greater good; I hope he dies in here,” The Joker grins with such a wild spark in his eyes it makes Kase shiver. “Help me with your mom.”


Your son is bandaging your wound and J elbows him, taking the scissors out of his hand:

“Move, kid, lemme do it. Find your own girl to take care of.”

“I’m better at this than you,” Kase pouts, hovering over to make sure his dad is doing a good job.

“You know, I really miss my naughty Princess,” The Joker winks, cutting more gauze. “Hurry up and heal faster.”

“You’re soooo embarrassing dad,”  Kase rolls his eyes and you smile, recalling how much you missed their bickering. You could listen to it for hours.

“Did you hear him, Y/N? Does he know any other words besides embarrassing?”

You finally talk, lifting his chin up:

“I want a bounty on her head. I want us to find all those responsible for what happened to our son and kill them all. I want them all dead.”

“Already issued the bounty and we will find every single one of those who dared do such a thing to us,” J continues to carefully bandage your wound. “At least she gave him that cellphone…” You immediately interrupt him:

“Do you realize it was one of her games because she was probably bored? It doesn’t mean anything! The cell almost didn’t work and we nearly lost our son for good,” you raise your voice, annoyed.

“I know, but…”

“Are you…are you taking her side?” you huff, slapping his hand away since he’s done anyway.

“No, I was just thinking about her and…”

“You always think about her, don’t you?! You’re precious girlfriend you can’t get over, right?” you snap, getting up from your chair.

“Sometimes I think about her but not…”

Kase is behind you, astound, signaling his dad to shut it down and soundlessly repeats: “Cut it out! Cut it out!” but it’s too late.
“So you admit it,” you gulp, feeling the tears will soon follow. You storm out of the living room and go to the master bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

“Really, dad?! Really?! How can you say that to mom on such a touchy subject?!”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he lifts his shoulders up, exasperated, knowing he fucked up again. “It came out wrong,” he tries to explain himself, following Kase as he’s going after you.

“I’ll talk to her, go wait in the living room,” he tells his father, fed up with his behavior.

He opens the door and sees you cry by the window.

“Mom, please don’t cry, you know how dad is…” Kase comes and hugs you, slowly rocking you in his arms while you sniffle, fuming. “You know he talks before he thinks…”

“What??!!” you hear J’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Stop listening at the door, dad!” Kase yells, becoming even more protective of you. “I am 100% he didn’t mean it like that…Come on, mom, you know how he is…” He wipes your tears then holds you again. “ I am sure he didn’t mean it…”

“I really didn’t mean it, Pumpkin! “ The Joker reinforces the words, hoping to fix things.

“Stop listening at the door, dad!”


You stay in the room all day and finally decide to get out because you have to go to the spot and deliver the message. Kase is standing by the kitchen counter, texting on his phone and he sees J stopping you and blocking your way, leaning over to whisper something in your ear. He wraps a few strands of your long hair around his fingers, playing with it, continuing to speak until a tiny smile forms on your lips.

Nice job, dad, your son thinks, looking over at the two of you every few seconds to see what’s going on. J kisses your neck and then keeps on talking until you furrow your eyebrows, intrigued.

Don’t push it, dad, Kase pretends to pay attention to his phone and overhears the conversation:

“…tonight, Princess? Hmm? I promise I’ll be gentle, giving your…condition,” J smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Maybe…”, you bump into him, walking away, gesturing Kase to follow you. “You’re driving me, baby.”

The Joker catches his son’s smirk and growls:

“Wipe that grin off your face, kid!”

“Yes, sir!”  he’s fast in replying, taking his keys from the table.


You go in the master bedroom for your favorite pillow and J sneaks behind you, wrapping your arms around your waist.

“Sleep in here with me, will you?”

“No…I don’t want to…” you get away from his embrace, still mad.

“I’ll take the sofa, you can get the bed. Just stay in the same room with me, OK?”

You consider the offer and reply:

“As long as you don’t move from that sofa…”

“I won’t!” he lifts his hands up to emphasize his words. “I swear!”

After about an hour you are still awake because you can hear him tossing on the sofa, restless. The Joker thinks you are asleep and snicks in bed, scooting over more and more so he can get closer to you.

“This is not the sofa, J !” you scoff, moving around so you can face him.

“I thought you were sleeping,” he ignores your words, reaching his arms for you.

“Don’t think you can come here naked, with your tattoos and blue eyes and…” you start your tirade and he grabs your lacy nightgown, dragging you towards him.

“You know I sleep naked, I’m not doing anything; I’m just sitting here, behaving.”

“Stop touching me!” you kick him and he doesn’t give up, pulling down on your bikini. “Are you deaf, old man?! I said no!” you grumble, not fighting that hard to keep him away.

“Huh?” J pretends not to hear and for some reason it makes you snicker.

“Go away!”

“Then stop kissing me,” he fakely complains, knowing he’s winning.

“I’m not…” you moan, kissing him again.

“Are you that old you don’t know what you’re doing?” J purrs, happy he got rid of your undies.

“Jerk…” you punch his shoulder, snuggling to his body.


You laugh, amused at his silly games. “Go back to your sofa, I mean it,” and you sound so unconvincing it makes you irritated.

“Then let go of me,” J points out, ripping one of your flimsy negligee’s straps.
“No, I don’t want to,” you sulk, tracing the tattoos on his chest.

“Then how am I supposed to get away, Doll?”  

“Figure it out!” you get under the covers with him, trying to contain your laughter.

For a whole year, you went to the spot to deliver messages for Batsy because you didn’t want to owe him. Every time you found out there was a trap prepared for him, you would go on the top of the building, light up the Bat signal, place the envelope in front of the reflector and leave. The messages were always short: “*03.04*  123rd and Foster- don’t go”; “ *05.15*  Benson and 52nd ave- don’t go”; “*08.27* North St. and 69th-don’t go.” When the messages stopped, he assumed your unwritten, unspoken truce was over. And he was right to think so. Nothing lasts forever.

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Portrait of Hephaistion. Artist unknown. Greek, about 320 B.C., Marble.

The son of a noble Macedonian family, Hephaistion was the beloved companion of Alexander the Great. Together since boyhood, Hephaistion fought alongside Alexander as he created his great empire. When Hephaistion died in Persia in 324 B.C., Alexander mourned him extravagantly. He was given a royal funeral and Alexander ordered the cities of Greece to worship Hephaistion as a hero.

This head of Hephaistion, broken from a full-length statue, was originally part of a multi-figured group, which might have depicted a sacrificial scene. The J. Paul Getty Museum has more than thirty fragments of this group. The participants include Alexander, Hephaistion, a goddess, Herakles, a flute player, and several other figures, as well as animals and birds. This group may have served as a funerary monument for some nobleman who wanted to associate himself with Alexander, or it might be a monument erected in response to Alexander’s call for the creation of a hero cult.

The appearance of this head has changed over time. A metal ribbon or diadem once circled the head, although only a shallow groove remains today. The head was also re-carved in antiquity, with the hair shortened and the lower eyelids altered.

Source: J. Paul Getty Museum