crime plots part 2: (part one here: x)
tw: drugs, guns, mental illness, mention of murder, etc.
you’re a stripper and i’m the big boss who’s got a soft spot for you.
we’re cellmates and even though we are completely different from each other, you’re the only one i really get to talk to, so we’re having long ass conversations about how we got here and the different things in our lives we care about and now there’s no one who knows me better than you. (plot twist: them get released at some point and figuring their lives out together as ex-cons).
you’re pretty much a psychopath and i didn’t even realize it at first, until you grew attached to me and now you kill everyone who ever hurts me and it’s totally insane. it literally breaks my heart and at the same time it’s the most anyone has ever done to me in my shitty life and i can’t help to have somewhat of a weak spot for you, even though i know it’s totally and completely wrong.
two criminals who hate each other have to hide together in the same safe house for whatever reason. it can be either really fancy or really shitty! and they’re constantly pissing each other off, like stealing each others weed, playing loud music in the middle of the night and then blowing up the other’s music box by shooting it… name it! and then after a while, their cover gets blown and they have to work together to stay alive.
you hire me for sex all the time to get your mind off things and i can see that you’re really damaged and broken, but you won’t talk to me and even though you’re my client, i end up really caring about you which is really stupid… it’s probably not even mutual and it really hurts, but i also need the money and don’t want to stop seeing you.
your sibling (or even bf/gf!) and i are in a criminal business together and it was going really well, until it didn’t… and i was lucky to get away, but your sibling/significant other unfortunately wasn’t. now the people that went after us are not only looking for me, but also for everyone we care about, so you have to come with me and run, even though you’re blaming me for it and you hate me and you’re devastated.
i almost overdosed and now i’m forced into rehab. this is really fucking stupid and everyone sucks - except for you, you’re kinda cool.
you’re my arms dealer and at the same time one of the only people in the industry that i’ve been able to rely on for years. now i know it might be a bit inappropriate but can i take you out on a date?
my narcotics producer just got killed and since you’re a chemist/chemistry teacher i need you to replace them and help me make a batch of *insert drug*. there’s a lot depending on it, so if you don’t help me i’m gonna have to kill you. turns out, your batch is the best quality i’ve ever laid hands on and i need you to come work for me permanently and take over the industry.
your muse and my muses are playing a game of russian roulette for whatever reason (depths, a dare, punishment for pissing of the wrong people). they both don’t want to be there and one of them is going to die. they take turns and with each time they fire, they get closer to the truth. with only two rounds left, one of them decides to take it upon themselves to shoot the guard. they each take a weapon from the dead body and from there on it’s the two of them together, trying to escape with the bad guys chasing them and hoping one day they will be ahead enough in order to finally take a breath.