Just a bored O/O (Closed)

I have no plot, just kinda willing for anything. If it's romance, please make it straight

raises hand
I like straight romance

I unfortunately have to go to bed, however. I'll be back on tomorrow morning if this is still available! (I hope it is because I am boredom)

Aww, alright

I know, I just need my sleep or I won't be able to write coherently tomorrow.

But while I'm asleep, I can try to come up with plot ideas!

I wish I could sleep like that, imao

I have returned from my sleep! Do you prefer modern or fantasy?

Whichever one you want

Then in that case, my ideas:

Some kind of super hero/villain who each work for different agencies and end up stuck working together for something
One royal, one rebel. Accidentally living in apartments next to each other near the school they both go to.
For some reason I'm really not coming up with a lot of ideas, what kind of characters do you usually write?

I have an anti-hero who could work great for the first one

Sounds good! So I'll take hero, can you post a template? and is your character a boy or girl?

I have them as a character :)

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Hero, Anti-Hero, or Villain?:
Appearance (Links welcomed):
Personality:
Everyday Outfit:
Costume (If Applies):
Powers:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Other:

Name: Zoey Evans (Dragon when she's undercover)
Age: 17
Gender:Female
Sexuality: Straight
Hero, Anti-Hero, or Villain?: Villain
Appearance (Links welcomed): She's on the short side, with long black hair, green eyes, and tanned skin.
Personality: Very stubborn. She dislikes conflict, unless she knows she's right. Extremely loyal, very committed.
Everyday Outfit: Oversized muted red/pink sweatshirt, black leggings.
Costume (If Applies): Black leggings, black tunic top and combat boots.
Powers: She has two dragon wings, a limited supply of venom, a thin layer of color changing scales all over her. The scales are very strong, almost unbreakable. Since they can change color, she can go essentially invisible if she stops moving.
Likes: Chocolate, meat, soft animals, beating inanimate objects up, playing chess while upside down. She's a master of strategy. She also likes flying, but only when it's dark and the weather isn't terrible.
Dislikes: Vegetables, ripping her clothes, losing to anyone ever, being ignored, and being overlooked. She hates it when people underestimate her and assume she can't do things.
Other: Her wings are very flexible, but since they're so big she has to keep them hidden in hoodies and loose shirts so they aren't obvious.

Perfect!

Awesome! Can you start?

I'm in class atm, but as soon as I get the chance I'll type it up

Okey dokey

"You're joking, right?" Kaz asked, sitting up from his usual slouched position in disgust.
The office was big enough to make him feel small, with a huge view of the city from a wall of windows, and a ceiling nearly 15 feet over his head. There was a single desk and two chairs, one behind it and one in front of it. The desk was devoid of all items other than a single pen.
"I am most certainly not," an electronic voice came from hidden speakers in the room. "I've thought long and hard about this and decided that it's the only way to successfully complete the task."
Kaz shook his head, his nose scrunched up in obvious disapproval. "I've snuck into plenty of government plants before. Why is this so different?"
"Don't question me, Kaz. I know what I'm doing."

Zoey flopped backwards onto the couch, kicking her legs up. "So, you're serious. You want me to waste my talents on a beginner level mission. Give it to one of the minis! I have better things to do with my time." She folded her arms, glaring over the desk at the cloaked man. He shook his head slowly.
"Listen to me. I would send the minis, but I can't risk it. This can't go wrong, Zoey. You're underestimating the importance." Zoey grunted in disgust and sat up, leaning over the desk.
"It's a childish mission. I'm more usefu-"
"You aren't listening, Zoey. You're most useful wherever I tell you to be. Get yourself ready." She slammed her feet down onto the ground, stomping away from the desk and into the hallway. Stupid boss people. With her skill set, she shouldn't be wasting time on a petty break-in.

Kaz stared out the windows for a moment, mulling over what was at stake. He couldn't just pass up that much money, even if it means working with some random.
"Alright. I'll do it."
"That's the Kaz I know. Get your things together. You'll meet your partner in the South Street Coffee shop at 5."
Kaz nodded, getting up from his seat and slipping into the elevator, tapping the G button with a little more force than necessary.

Zoey stormed down the hall and into her room. She grabbed a black messenger back, stuffing gadgets into it while muttering angry things. She stood sharply, the bag bouncing up. The rubber band on her wrist was quickly transferred to her hair, holding up the loose knots and getting the whole mass of it out of her face. She turned sharply, walking out of the door with clipped steps. South Street Coffee… If she was early, she could get away with buying a coffee for herself.

In contrast, Kaz walked into a small room that held a single bed, a TV, and a closet. He opened up the closet and grabbed his sword and its scabbard, slinging them over his back. Next he grabbed a small knife and slipped it into the pocket of his sweatpants. Finally, he grabbed the bunny mask that rested at the foot of his bed, choosing to hold it by its face as he walked back to the elevator. Coffee fucking sucks.

Zoey pushed open the window, wincing at the creaks. She hated the light, the way any move she made could be seen. She jumped and crouched on the wood, taking a deep breath and jumping off. Her claws scratched the wall of the building opposite her, a wall marked with hundreds of similar scratches and dents. She scrambled down the wall, landing on her feet and taking off with a quick stride. Coffee sounded good, maybe a muffin too.

He got there a 4:45, choosing to sit down at one of the back tables alone. The waiters chose to keep away from the fact that the man had a shortsword strapped to his back and was acting like it was a normal thing. His mask rested next to his hands that rested on the table.

Zoey made her way in, sighing when she saw the armed man. Dang it. Now I have to talk to him while I get my coffee. She made her way to the counter, tapping and ordering a coffee and a chocolate muffin. She avoided eye contact with the man, not willing to give up her 15 minutes of coffee time. Once she'd gotten her order and was cupping the warm Styrofoam, she sat down a few chairs away from the man with the sword. She unwrapped the muffing and broke off a little chunk.

"They gave me a kid?" he asked without looking at her. His facial expression never changed, and his lips barely moved.

Zoey stiffened, turning her head sharply to look at him. She set down the coffee, standing and stalking over to him. "Care to repeat that?" Sarcasm and disgust dripped from her voice, and she looked him up and down with a look of judgement on her face.