Deep Tissue - JARED LETO X READER

AUTHOR’S NOTE; Thank you for the request lovely! I swear I just posted something about this earlier. How he can climb literal mountains, vigorously hike trails and terrains but his back is killing him on tour like….Sir Leto, what are you doing to yourself?

Your arms folded across your chest as you listened to him speak and you couldn’t help the distant feeling of unease that resonated through your abdomen. You had visited Jared often to tend to the muscles and aches in his back especially when he decided to go on tour with the band. He often explained that when the band went on tour and did shows, they always made it their mission to give the fans everything they had including blood, sweat and tears.

“If we can’t give them all of it, then we wont do it. Period.” He finished while placing his hand out and allowing his band mates to put theirs on top of his. It seemed to be a pre-show ritual of some sort, but your eyes rolled. You understood the idea of putting passion into everything you did, but his need for your expertise was becoming more and more frequent to the point where even you started to worry.

You were surprised when you saw them all walk towards the exit of the bus and he suddenly stopped to hang back. You pulled your satchel over your shoulder before moving that way yourself and he blocked your path.

“Hey….” He spoke simply.

“Yep.” You answered quickly.

“I just wanted to say thanks for being available for most of the tour.” His grateful words were genuine but for some reason you felt like there was more.

“But….?” You question.

“I think I’m good tonight. If you want to get some rest or go get something to eat with the rest of the crew, you can.” His eyes leveled with your and he nodded.

“Glad t’know you’re not a slave driver……I think I might just take you up on that though.” You answered. Truth be told, you always had a good time with everyone, but the idea of a hot bath and being left alone for their nearly 4 hour show intrigued you more than anything else. You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face at the idea, but you tried to control it because you didn’t want him to get the idea that you didn’t like being around.

“Try to contain your excitement.” He chuckled out. You pulled up your hand for a high five, but he hugged you instead. Everyone was a hugger, and even though you weren’t really into it, you hugged back.

“Knock em dead.” You encouraged. You skipped down the stairs of the busses exit door happily but paused when he called for you.

“What are you going to do, anyways. You got a date or something?” He questioned and his curiosity was genuine.

“Yeah with a real bath tub.” You admitted. There was a hotel just up the street with oval bathtubs, like the ones made for a queen. You couldn’t miss out on it. You weren’t surprised when he shrugged in response, but you made sure to move fast before he changed his mind. The thing about Jared that you learned quickly was that if you didn’t act fast, you’d regret it. When he was nice, he was nice, but when he wasn’t, you’d better prepare yourself. A perfectionist at best, and a control freak at worst. You never truly minded it because you were nearly the same way except less controlled and more solution / goal oriented.

“Be back by 12, that’s when we should be heading back.” He ordered.

“Sure thing Daddy-O!” You yelled back throwing up the peace sign behind you as you walked away without turning to look at him. You were mildly aware of his sexual kinks, but they held no interest to you. You had seen enough pieces of him to overlook most of his intimate parts, plus he was never one to really hide them either. He was the direct definition of shameless.

You could tell when the show started because you picked a hotel close to the concert and the booming of the music resonated through the floors of your hotel room. It as like you hadn’t left work at all. The time passed slowly and you were eternally grateful for this fact because you found yourself doing a lot more than you had originally panned.

You went to a restaurant to eat real food. With Jared being a vegitarian you usually found yourself snacking on whatever he had in an effort to keep a low profile, but the time had finally come for you to really eat. You ordered spaghetti, you admired the view, you listened to the music and even decided to go for a job. It was literally the perfect night and there was only one thing left to do; bathe.

Your clothes peeled away from your body reluctantly and the sweat that clung to your skin only made it even more difficult to get undressed. The sound of Halsey blasted in the distance from your phone and the echo of it off the bathroom walls nearly made you fall in love with her all over again.

You slipped into the heat slowly not wanting to get burned and sighed a breath of relief as you found yourself submerged. The bubbles surrounded you in a cascade of cloudy goodness as you felt your aches melt away. The deep curve in the base of the tub only gave you more room to sink as you thought of nothing but peaceful places.

You nearly jumped from your skin when you heard Halsey’s voice cease and the sound of your phone ring and buzz against the countertop. It couldn’t have been 12 already? Cinderella hadn’t even begun to truly enjoy her porcelain prince just yet. You did the unthinkable at first, and ignored it, allowing it to go to voicemail because you knew it couldn’t have been Jared. He was a stickler about time and when he said 12 he meant 12. However, when it rang again you knew all too well that if you didn’t answer this time he would surely kill you.

Your frame leaned over the side of the tub elegantly and gripped the phone in your hand. It was the young conquistador himself. Your eyes grazed the time and it was only 11. An entire hour early?

The facetime feature was lit up but you declined it. In declining you called back normally.

“You seriously declined my call?” He asked. The slight outrage in his voice was clear.

“I’m…..not decent. When I said I had a date with a tub, I was being literal.” you explained.

“I need you. I need you to come back now. Where are you?” His voice was panicked and you were slightly confused.

“I’m ….in a bathtub Mr. Leto.” You answered in an attempt to be professional.

“We’re coming that way, which one is it. Is it the Driskill?” He questioned.

“….Yeah, I……I mean I can come to you J it’s no problem.” You answered, but he answered before you could truly finish your suggestion.

“No, i’m already half way there. What room?” He questioned.

“217.” You answered.

“Yeah.” He answered before immediately hanging up. You looked down at the ended call on your phone and swore.

“Dammit Jared. I can’t even take a fucking bath, really? I say i’m naked and you don’t even give a shit. I’d hate to see the day i’m on fucking fire or dying.” You grumbled while scrambling from the bath tub and rolling into a near by towel. “You’ll never have a relationship, god forbid.” you continue hustling to your room and throwing your fresh clothes on your body. The sound of the draining tub was nothing compared to the loud banging on your door.

You had just pieced together your shirt when you slid to the door to be greeted by a nearly slumped over Jared Leto. His lower half was slightly damp, and his body leaned mostly on Shannon as he stood in the door way. A deep breath rippled through you and hot air escaped your lips while your free hand fell to your side. Your eyes leveled with his and you narrowed yours.

“What. The fuck. Did you do?” You questioned. Most people didn’t understand that a massager’s work was like a painting on an empty canvas. They attempt to perform art and turn pain into a masterpiece of relief when complete, but when someone cancels out that work in a SINGLE night, it invokes a sense of rage.

“Everything.” Shannon spoke matching your facial expression perfectly while glancing down at his younger brother. You opened the door wider to allow them entry only to mentally kick yourself at the idea of really thinking you’d have a night off. You should’ve known better. Jared wasn’t exactly a man with a plan.

“Just lay him on the floor, right there.” You answer, pointing to an empty spot on the floor in front of the bed. Shannon let him down softly but the sound of Jared’s groaned announced his discomfort with the idea. You closed the door behind you and pulled your oversized shirt up on your shoulders.

“Not the bed?” He questioned. You tilted your head to the side in disagreement.

“You’ve been here less than 5 minutes and you’re already trying to weasel your way into my bed? I’m shocked at you Sir.” You answered with artificial outrage while Shannon laughed.

“Should he be on the bed?” Shannon questioned now serious.

“No, he needs something flat and hard to straighten him out.” You nearly chuckled when Shannon’s eyes locked with yours and he smirked.

“You know what I mean.” You shook your head while letting your smile fade. You knew that if Jared was in pain he wouldn’t indulge in the joke.

“Lay face down on the floor and just …..don’t move anymore.”

“Yeah, she likes em to lye still.” Shannon joked while rolling Jared’s body over slightly as if to help. Jared groaned a groan of annoyance, but Shannon laughed anyways. Shannon wasn’t afraid of timing nor was he intimidated in the slightest by his brother’s warnings. He would get in his pun, regardless of how anyone felt about it especially if it was a good one.

“Be honest now….how bad does it hurt?” You question finally lowering yourself to your knees next to him. He only groaned and sighed. Your eyes lowered to his legs and you couldn’t stop yourself from touching them.

“Did you put yourself in ice water?” You question and the sound of annoyance slipped through your tone before you could catch it. He was your boss and respect was a necessary ingredient in your relationship, but once more, you wouldn’t tolerate him taring himself apart. Shannon’s face looked away from yours confirming that it was indeed true and you were anything but pleased.

“I told you that trick wouldn’t work again, you actually have to go through days of healing before that actually helps. You could make it worse.” You urged. His hand waved in your direction and you frowned.

“Don’t you shoo me.” You ordered flicking at his ear with your fingers.

“OW!” He answered finally turning to look at you.

“You mean to tell me that you can climb literal mountains, vigorously hike trails in the middle of no where and skillfully rock climb for days, but you can’t perform without nearly destroying yourself? One of these days I swear, you’ll listen when I advise you to do something.” You shrugged. His eyes narrowed and you inched to your right slightly while pressing your lips together.

“You mad?” You question sarcastically. He spoke your name with agitation and you rolled your eyes.

“Just….be still.” You requested before going to work on the center of his back back.

“Is, this where most of your pain is?” You questioned while pressing down on a slight lump. He groaned in response and you smiled.

“You’ve got a knot J. Were you spinning on stage again?” You questioned and he groaned again. You shook your head before standing up and straddling his body. Resting your knees on each side of him, you placed your hands firmly on his back.

“This is going to hurt, you’ve bruised some muscles and thanks to your arctic bath in the middle of the parking lot, you’ve tensed them up when you should’ve been relaxing them. Now you have a lump.” You answered.

“Now count to 3.” You began counting with him but stopped at two to begin. You knew full well that if you waited for 3, he’d tense up and just make it worse. The groan that left his body nearly moved even you, and he jerked slightly as if he were going to throw you off.

“Breathe in.” You advised. Shannon’s eyes flickered to you and you looked around the room.

“Get a sock out of my bag, get me some rice and put it in a microwave or something.” You requested.

“What’s that for?” He questioned.

“Quickest way to make a heating pad….” you answered as if this was common knowledge. Being a girl with killer cramps came in handy when you knew your relief products. He moved quickly leaving the room.

“J, this is going to hurt but I need you to relax. Squeeze my knew if it gets to be too much.” You requested watching him move his arm from above his head to rest at his side. He was much taller than you, so his access to your leg was simple since you towered over him at that point.

Your work began and the intensity of the pressure in his back worried you. How long had he been walking around with this pain?

It didn’t take long to soothe it out, but with the general shock to his muscles he would need that heating pad soon. The firm grip on your knee informed you that you were getting too caught up in your work and you immediately stopped. He moaned, and repeated it again as if the pain was still there.

“Ow, J. Are you still in pain?” You questioned looking down at his back.

“Just a little, towards the shoulders.” You figured.

“Sounds right. I worked the knot up your body, all you need now is the heat and some rest.” you answered continuing your assault on his shoulders.

“Better?” You questioned and he answered with another moan. I’ll take that as a yeah.

Shannon’s frame slid through the door elegantly with all the ingredients that you asked him for, and he wasted no time placing it in the microwave to warm it up.

“You kids behaving yourselves?” He questioned.

“I dunno, he’s been moaning for a while now so I guess i’m doing something right unless he’s been faking it. My heart would be shattered.” You respond locking eyes with Shannon once more and he smirked. It was always easy to provoke a reaction from Shannon when he was in a good mood, but there were times it was like pulling teeth.

The sound of the microwave woke the room and you moved to stand up from your position only to have Jared’s hand tense around your knee.

“What’s wrong?” You ask. His eyes opened and locked with yours. It was an intense stare but it was obvious what it meant. He was such a baby, and the look was enough to make you lower yourself once more and continue.

It felt like you had been working on his back for over an hour, but you were pleased to find him asleep.

“J?” You called to him softly only for him to snore. A giggle erupted from you and your mouth gaped open as you turned to Shannon who was crouched comfortably in a chair near the window texting. He suppressed a laugh and looked back down at his phone while shaking his head slightly. Little was known to you about Shannon’s personal life, but you were sure he was conversing with a woman.

“Help me get him on the bed? Then we’ll put ice at the top of his shoulders and heat at the base of his back. He should wake up tomorrow feeling a lot better.” Shannon rested his phone on the chair and moved over to help you. It didn’t take you guys long to get him on the bed, when asleep he was nimble.

After getting him there, you placed the bags of ice behind his shoulders and the hot compress against the base of his back. You leaned in close to put the ice near the base of his neck as well, just incase. You pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear in an attempt to keep it out of his face only to have him smile. It was a half hearted smile as if he were dreaming something nice.

“……Berries.” he whispered incoherently and you smiled. Oh what a fat ass. you thought to yourself. You wrinkled your eyebrows and sniffed your hair and the shirt clinging to your skin only to smell the fragrance of your body soap.

“I’ll take that as a thank you.” You whispered with a chuckle.

“Thanks.: Shannon said simply.

“You wanna sniff me too? I’ll even let ya do it for free…..” You joked only for him to smile.

“You guys take this room, I’ll get the one next door.” You urged only for Shannon to shrug.

“I just booked it for you. Just pick up the card and you’re good.”

“Thanks.” You answered.

The Joker x Reader - “Apart”

When you sent him the invitation to your wedding, you didn’t actually expect The Joker to show up. But here he is and now you have to deal with the situation; you are usually such a good actress, but…this is different. Very different.

“You came,” a smile appears on the corner of your lips as J gets out of the car and the valet takes it away, leaving your ex in front of you with a wide smirk on his face.

“Of course I came, I wouldn’t miss this now, would I?” he opens his arms and you go to give him a quick hug. “Hi, Doll,” he quickly pecks your cheek and you hold him for a few more seconds before breaking the embrace. You didn’t spoke or touch each other in about half a year.

You take a deep breath, analyzing him and start walking up the stairs towards the mansion while you try to keep the conversation going without getting awkward:

“You still look the same J,” you state the obvious and he snickers, amused.

“I never change; you should know that by now. Would you look at this place,” he struggles to impress himself. “It’s a fortress, took me a while to find it. At least I know my girl is well taken care of, hm?”

“I’m…I’m not your girl anymore,” you whisper, brushing off the weirdness of his statement, but you know he just talks like this all the time anyway.

“Right, thanks for the reminder,” he elbows you, scoffing, and you ignore what he just said and point towards the huge property, excited:

“Let me give you a tour.”

“Where is the groom- to-be? Can’t wait to meet him; he’d better make you happy otherwise he will have to deal with me,” he keeps on yammering and you take his arm, not reacting to the last part of his tirade, guiding him through the maze of the outdoor gardens.

“He is away with business; he will be back in two days for the wedding. You’re the first guest to arrive, the rest are coming tomorrow.”

“You sure hired a lot of people for the event, Pumpkin. I can tell it’s going to be a huge wedding.”

“It will be,” you giggle, watching everybody running around, setting up flowers and the humongous tent where the gathering will happen.

“Wow, I already like it, no expense was spared,” The Joker addresses you, witnessing a few things coming together in a very nice way.

“Miss Y/N,” someone approaches, “do you want more red roses or pink ones?”

“Red,” J answers and it pleases you. “It’s her favorite color.” You also nod a yes and the guy walks away, trying to count how many more to add now. “Who else is coming?” he asks, frowning when a waiter passes you by in a hurry. “ I don’t like the way that man looked at you, want me to take care of it?”

You start laughing, caressing his shoulder.

“Noooo, lets’ not do that, it’s all good.”

It surprises you how much effort you put into trying not to look nervous, you are usually such a good actress, but…this is somewhat different.

“A lot of people will come, you know some of them,” you show him the guest list on a nearby table. “Don’t worry, you’ll seat next to me so you don’t really have to small talk with the others too much. I know you hate that.”

“I sure do,” he grins, kissing your hand and you sigh, continuing to pace alongside him in perfect silence for a few moments.

“Oh, no, it’s starting to rain,” you point out, looking at the gloomy clouds. “Thank goodness the tent is up so it won’t rain inside; they can still continue to decorate, it really needs to be finished by tomorrow night. Let’s go in the mansion, I’ll show you what we got.”

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As soon as he steps in and sees the crystal chandelier he looks in your eyes, puckering his lips:

“Same one we have at the penthouse!”

“We had,” you correct him but The Joker didn’t get the fact you were referring to his statement involving the two of you. Or maybe he pretended.

“No, it’s still there, Doll. You always had good taste in decorating so I kept it.”

“That’s nice,” you avert your gaze, feeling your cheeks getting warm.

You walk him around, explaining what’s what, just like a well learned lesson.

“I’ll be damned,” he stops, stunned. “You kept it?!”

The enormous painting you two snatched from Gotham’s art museum two years ago is the centerpiece in the living room. He didn’t want to go because he couldn’t care less about stuff like that but in the end you convinced him to steal it together. You had it at the penthouse until…you left and took it with you. Now it’s here.

“You know how much I love it, Mister J,” you tease him by calling his full name, which you only did when he got in trouble. “I could never get rid of it.”

“I can understand that; I know your mind gets set on something and then you don’t let go,” he mocks, starting to walk upstairs.

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“And, ummm… this is the master bedroom,” you present it, a bit uncomfortable.

“It’s so you, Y/N, I can see it everywhere. Look at the bed, reminds me of the one we have at the penthouse,” he points towards it and you fix his mistake:

“We had.”

“No, it’s still there,” he continues and you are still not sure if he really doesn’t get what you’re saying, but you don’t want to insist on the issue. No point really.

“I wonder if…You do have a mirror here too!” he sits on the bed, looking up and sure it’s there. He lies down on the pillows, gesturing you to come by him and you humor him. “Remember ours?”

You scoot over by him, smiling and grab his hand, looking up at the mirror too.

“Yes, fun times. We had our moments, right?” you have to agree, turning your head towards him.

“U-hum,” he replies, taking your fingers to his lips and kissing them, absent minded. You squirm under his touch and have to break the spell J apparently is unaware he still holds upon you.

“Why did you push me away?” you suddenly ask, squeezing his hand tighter.

“I push everybody away, it doesn’t mean that’s my intent,” he replies and for once he sounds sincere.

“Hey, wanna see my wedding dress?” you hurry and get up, heading towards the walk in closet.

“Might as well,” he lifts his shoulders up, resigned. He doesn’t really want to see it but he can’t upset you now that you are finally on speaking terms again. It takes you about 10 minutes to get ready and step outside, anxious for his reaction.

“My God, Princess, you look so beautiful,” he has to admit, jumping from the bed, coming to meet you in the middle of the room. “Turn around,” The Joker suggests and you slowly spin so he can see your gorgeous dress. “I really like the gown, it suits you.”

“Thank you,” you mumble, playing around with the delicate fabric because you feel edgy.

“My Princess always looks beautiful anyway,” he unravels his silver teeth, chuckling.

“I’m…I’m not your Princess anymore J,” you step towards him, fighting with all the feelings inside of you.

“You’ll always be my Princess,” he simply states and then rolls his eyes. “Come on, you’re gonna cry on me? You know I always talk like this,” he makes fun of you, seeing your lips quivering but has to admit something makes him uneasy.

Fuck it all, you think, deciding on the spot and go kiss him which surprises The Joker and in the same time it doesn’t.

“I’m not sure if I like diamonds anymore,” you clearly enunciate and he freezes with his hands around your waist.

This is the phrase you two decided to use when you were together as a warning for grave danger, just in case you couldn’t say anything else and you wanted the other to know something is up without getting busted.

“Well, that’s a first, Doll,” he lets you go, understanding someone is listening, carefully looking around as you put your finger on your lips, signaling him to be quiet. You point towards the corners of the room, quickly scribbling on a piece of paper that you stash in his pocket.

“Yes, I am so bored with diamonds these days,” you try to control your voice from breaking and you hug him tight, barely whispering in his ear: “Run! A left, two rights around the stairs. Don’t take the car, just run!” and you drag him towards the door, peeking outside to make sure nobody is passing by. He has such an intrigued expression on his face and you cover his mouth, shaking your head as a no.

“Ssstttt,” you soundlessly shush him. “Don’t let anybody see you, they’re all undercover! Go!” you whisper one last time before pushing him away and he doesn’t linger anymore but signals you to follow.

You mutter a NO, watching him walk as he turns around one more time to see you in your wedding dress. He takes the corner and he’s gone.

What the hell is going on? The Joker wonders, carefully sneaking around, hiding behind a wall so he can read the piece of paper you placed in his pocket:

“I’m not at Arkham or Belle Reve, not sure where. Warn as many as you can not to come. After you get out, keep left under the trees until you get to the main road. Don’t let them catch you.”

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It was a difficult break up, at least as far as you were concerned. You got sick and tired of everything and left because he didn’t seem to give a damn anyway. You were on your own for about a month when you got ambushed during a heist and couldn’t escape. You were taken to a place you haven’t been before and they were sure thrilled to see they got The Joker’s girlfriend; well, ex, but you didn’t tell them that part; they found out on their own.

You were sentenced to 40 years in prison but offered a deal: if you help the Secret Service catch the elusive Clown Prince of Crime and many others, your verdict will be reduced to only 10 years. It was such a sweet deal and they spared no effort in planning the perfect stakeout: for 3 months they put everything together, using your fake wedding as the bait: they wanted to get as many most wanted criminals as possible with minimum casualties, away from the public eye on that hidden property, rehearsing day and night to make everything seem like the real deal. They knew many would come to the occasion if you invite them. And you agreed, sure hoping J won’t show up. When he did, you didn’t want to care but things didn’t go as planned. You and your stupid feelings for him; you always pay for them no matter what.

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Of course the deal went sour and they retaliated for what you did: your sentence changed to life in prison and you weren’t treated nicely, to say the least. You had days when you regretted your stupid decision, crying yourself to sleep in the dark, cold cell. And some days were better, hoping he might find you and get you out of there. Hours, weeks, months and then two years passed with heartbreaking solitude and doubt, and you finally realized The Joker will never save you. Even if you helped that day, knowing him he probably hated you with passion after tricking him with that well devised scheme and he is not the one to forgive such transgression. Or maybe he just can’t find the location. You tried to cope but the thought of never getting out of there was slowly driving you insane. How you missed the outside world and the freedom of doing what you please.

And you missed him…You couldn’t get out of your mind that last time he looked at you. You wanted so badly to run with him, but had to stay behind to hold them up, pretending he’s still there for a while to give him enough time to flee…Like he appreciated the sacrifice…Too late now for remorse, yet you can’t hide from yourself.

You slowly chew on your bread, deep in thought, sitting on the mattress, examining your skinny hands. You got so much thinner due to the special menu and treatment you were subjected in the last two years. Fit for a Queen, as they like to laugh at you.

“Oh, great,” you pull out the piece of plastic out of your mouth, unnerved you are always given such disgusting food. This is where you usually stop eating, nauseated at the crap you find in the meals. You glance at it for a second before wanting to toss it on the floor when you notice something.

You have to bring it really close to your eyes since you are not allowed to wear your contacts.

“I’m here. Cover your ears,” you read and gasp, dumbfounded, having a hard time processing what just happened.

The loud explosion to the right wall of your cell throws you to the ground and your ears start ringing .You struggle to get up, covered in dust and debris, stumbling to keep your balance, dizzy from the blast.

You stare at the gap in your wall, seeing so many bodies moving around on the other side, not knowing what to do.

“Would you hurry up, woman?! I don’t have all day!” you hear the familiar voice and J creeps inside your prison, coughing and trying to move the flying ashes out of his way.

You can’t even move and stare at him wearing your favorite suit, starting to cry in a frenzy.

He sighs and comes in front of you, his blue gaze going up and down your body, growling when he realizes how scrawny you are.

“So you didn’t get married, hm?” he bites on his lip and you barely manage to utter, whimpering:

“N-no…” and you continue bawling , rushing in his arms and he hugs you, taking each other in for a few seconds. “You…you look the same,” you cry your eyes out on his shoulder, hoping you are not hallucinating from the meds.

“I never change, you should know that by now,” he purrs in your hair, ecstatic he found you. He’s been looking forever; my God you were well locked away or what?!

“Sir, we need to get out of here, they’re coming!” one of the mercenaries yells and J lifts you up in his arms, carrying you outside. The sun hits you and you hide your face in his chest, wincing in pain.

“My eyes,” you complain, wiping your tears and slowly readjusting to natural light, fastly blinking to make it better. “You can put me down, I think I can walk,” you turn his face towards you so you can see him.

“Queens don’t walk,” he grumbles, kissing your forehead, continuing to carry you.

“I really missed you,” you confess on the verge of crying again. “I thought you will never come.”

“Meh, I was bored staring at that chandelier all day,” he tries to joke and you sense his hands holding you tighter.

You sniffle, smiling for the first time in so many months and ask when he looks down at you:

“We still have it?”

“We do,” The Joker answers, walking faster as all hell breaks loose behind him.

1. this famous Freytag model,

Or related to that, the “skeletal outline”, in which you take each of those elements and write down a few details for each one:

Exposition: -

Finn lives alone in a disheveled house

-He is trying to change his life after a complicated past

Rising Action:

- Leon, from Finn’s past, shows up

- Leon tries to rope Finn into a plan

2. your Hero’s Journey,

and go point by point through the arc, writing down a sentence or two for each significant moment on the chart.

3. “Flashlight Outlining”:

Take it chapter by chapter and just “shine a little light” on what’s going to happen.

Chapter 1: Finn is living alone when someone from his past, Leon, comes to visit him, trying to convince him to help him with a crime. Finn says no.

Chapter 2: Leon gets mad and concocts a plan that lands Finn in hot water.

Chapter 3: Vera agrees to help Finn, but in return he has to help her with…

And so on.

4. Freeform:

Write all your ideas down in one place, and don’t even try to organize it. Sometimes just figuring out what you do know helps you figure out what you don’t know.

If you’re artsy, you can even try drawing out a little mind map of all the elements you have so far.

5. Penemue’s Personal Method:

This is just something that I started doing by myself when I first started writing, and I’ve been doing it ever since, just because it works for me. It’s something like the flashlight or skeletal method, but with an added element: for each part of the plot, I write a quick little line or quote that summarizes the idea or the scene.

1. Finn is trying to figure out his life independently when Leon shows up.

“We’d really like for you to come back to us, Finnigan.” Leon smiled a tight-lipped smile as he leaned against the battered door frame, folding his arms as he pressed his back against the front door, making it clear that Finn was not allowed to leave.

2. Finn refuses to help Leon, so Leon frames Finn to get him in trouble as revenge.

“As the city guards locked the shackles around his wrists, Finn could glimpse Leon through the gathering crowd. He gave Finn that same stupid smile before disappearing down the alley. He’d made good on his promise.”

And so on. It’s not writing the entire scene, although it often prompts me to do so. But it gives me a glimpse into each moment as I picture it, which I can then look back on for inspiration when it’s time to really write it.

It also helps to do some character planning before you start as well.

You can also find some cool templates on the internet.

In short, there are a million models of outlines and maps, and sometimes it takes a little trial and error to find the one that suits you personally. And of course, when all else fails, you can always combine different elements to make your own. I hope this gives you a good place to start.

Anyone can feel free to add on their own methods!

~Penemue

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rtbamapride98

8 years ago

Pirates of the Caribbean spoilers!!!!

I really think that Hector Barbosa is dead (even though I don’t like it). He’s death was so sad but at the same time meaningful it just made me cry. I also loved the fact that he was a father, only for some hours though. The main reason that I think he is dead is because of Jack’s line when he says “I have a reunion beyond the horizon” or something like that. I think he’s going to look for Hector just like everyone looked for him in the third movie