The-Boy-Next-Door

anonymous asked:

Hi, can I get help with my character? He's around 14-15 is a nice guy he doesn't easily get mad, at least doesn't show it, would never be the first to throw a punch unless those close to him are threatened but he can call out on a person's flaws but means well, he's a dog lover, works with cars, plays soccer and wrestles, loves puns and sitcoms has a guilty pleasure for pop songs and almost never keeps hobbies (like they die out) and recently has picked up making movies. (1/2)

He also has a girl best friend, they’ve been together since they were seven, he acts as a “chill” to her “unchill” and takes a backseat to her antics mostly and I plan them to end up together. My problem is that I think he’s bland confined to the boy next door trope, and his friend’s relationship is boring or cliche. I don’t want to change his and his best friend’s relationship’s “basis” but I don’t want either to be boring. I’m sorry if this is too long but I appreciate your help 2/2


Well, seeing as he’s the protagonist, it’s fine if he’s chill to her unchill, but he needs to be an active character and he cannot take a backseat and simply react to other people. Engaging protagonists have to direct the plot, and the story must be led by their decisions and goals. Which might be why you’re struggling and finding him bland. She might be the unchill one, but he can’t just follow along. He has to say, actively try and peace-make and resolve the situations because he knows what she’s like, etc. 

 As a character, otherwise, he seems fine. Nice isn’t the same as bland and a character doesn’t have to be angsty or tortured to be interesting, especially in I think a time when the broody male character is so prevalent. For example, I find the fact he can’t keep a hobby interesting and quite divergent from the boy next door trope, and it’s also worth noting that ‘the boy next door trope’ is pretty much always used for the love interest not the protagonist. So you’re not actually falling into the cliche as much as I think you fear you are..

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A small doodle of sangwoo ( killing stalking ) and yonah ( the boy next door) !!
Finished chap 14 of Killing stalking rn and i’m super thrilled!
Their stories are very similar which makes it even more nostalgic and fun for me to read!
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The Boy Next Door

Prompt: Imagine moving into the house next to Gerard and finding out he has a kind of a bad boy reputation

Warnings: Fluffy as shit

Pairing: Gerard x reader

Oooo… I like this one~


I looked up from my book, noticing that my dad was waving his hand at me, trying to get my attention.

“Y/N? What do you think?” I internally groaned, not wanting to talk more about this idiotic house.

I put on a weak smile and nodded, “It’s great… Hey, where’s my bedroom?”

The realtor who I had already forgotten the name of pointed up the stairs, “First door to the left”

My mom muttered something about how I should be more interested in the new house but I paid her no mind as I walked up the staircase. I didn’t want to admit to her that she was right… but she wasn’t wrong. The new bedroom was indeed the only thing I was actually excited about in this damn house.

Why did my dad have to get relocated? I knew that the money was great and all but what about our run down apartment in Los Angeles? What about the record store three blocks away from our apartment? What about the corner store where old Jim would let me pet his dog Bailey whenever I felt down? I wasn’t trying to make my parents unhappy, I knew that what they were doing was necessary… right?

But that still didn’t mean I had to be happy about it.


“Y/N! Come down here and meet the neighbors!” I heard my mom call from downstairs.

I growled angrily, dreading having to talk to the damn neighbors. Judging from everyone else I saw on the way here they were probably some picket fence couple who made a fucking apple pie for the new family that just moved in.

“Coming!” I shouted back, draping my headphones around my neck as I walked downstairs and got a look at the neighbors.

I stand corrected. It was a key lime pie.

My mom wore her plastic smile, stepping aside to let me get a clear shot of the three people in the doorway.

The husband and wife weren’t much to look at. They both looked pretty standard as most parents come. I was too distracted with the idea of going back to my new room to hang up my posters to actually care.

“This is Donna and Donald Way from next door, and this is their son Michael” Michael looked just as uncomfortable as me, probably wishing he could be anywhere but here.

My dad, who was seated at the new dining table, said, “Mikey is only a year older than you, right?”

Michael, or Mikey, smiled awkwardly, “I’m 16, sir”

So he’s a year younger than me, big deal. Why do parents always assume that if you’re around the same age as the neighbor you’re destined to be the best of friends?

“Fascinating…” I whispered under my breath, hoping that they didn’t hear.

My mom, who I assume had ears of a bat, obviously noticed and glared angrily at me. Dad coughed, trying to divert the conversation back to something pleasant.

“So! I heard you have another son?” At this the neighbor’s smile fell slightly.

“Yes we do. Gerard is… Well he’s a bit of a troublemaker. Thankfully Michael hasn’t taken after his older brother all that much. If you have any issues with him than all you need to do is tell us”

The idea of talking to the neighbors didn’t exactly thrill me and I eventually weaseled my way back to my room. I thought that I might be able to escape some huge meet and greet with the neighbors for a while.


I awoke to the sound of a loud banging stirring me from a peaceful sleep. At first I was disoriented at the environment before I realized where I was. Only a second later did I realize that the incessant noise wasn’t my alarm. There was someone outside my window.

I was stunned. All that was supposed to be there was a loose mangled tree. How the hell was someone still there?

Turns out I had already answered that question.

“Hey? You gonna let me in or not?” Said an unknown voice.

I could barely make out who it was outside as I scrambled for a T-shirt. It could be a robber or some shit!

Then again, why would a robber introduce himself?

“Who the fuck is out there?” I tried my hardest to sound intimidating but the fear in my tone betrayed me.

The figure chuckled, “I’m a fairy. You believe in fairies, don’t you?”

So my stalker is a smartass. Lovely.

I dug through my open suitcase, grabbing the first T-shirt I saw which just so happened to be my Nirvana sweater. As I walked toward the window I made my steps careful so I didn’t alert my parents who were sleeping in the room across the hall. When I said my mom had ears of a bat I was not kidding whatsoever.

Resting my hands on the windowsill, I tried to squint and make out who was on the other side of the glass. Sadly it was too dark outside to see anything other than a dark outline of the mysterious person.

“Hey I’m not leaving so you either let me in or let me freeze to death outside” The figure said with a slight edge to his voice. Only now did I realize how cold it must be outside in the January air.

I weighed my choices carefully. On one hand I was literally about to invite someone who I can’t even see into my house. But on the other hand… It did sound kind of fun. After all, I don’t get many shadowy figures tapping at my window every night.

“Fine, but if you do anything shady I’m screaming” I said, leaning down to unhitch the latches on the window.

When I pried the window open the figure instantly jumped from his perch on the tree onto the windowsill, balancing his feet on the white panels. He carefully stepped onto the flooring and I was only now realizing that I had actually let an intruder into my room in the middle of the night.

“U-Um…” I stuttered, unsure of what to do. It might have seemed like a good idea at the time but now that he’s actually here I’m seriously regretting letting in this stranger.

“Where’s the damn lamp… Aha!” He quietly cheered as he discovered where I placed my new lamp, flicking on the switch and illuminating the room.

At this time I could finally get a clear look at his face. His hair was dark and messy, carrying some sort of black grunge look. The light from my lantern somehow reached his face and I could see that he was pretty pale, I assumed he didn’t get the much sun.

The teen flashed a cheeky smirk, striking a pose, “Like what you see?”

I shook my head, nervously laughing, “No… Just wondering why the fuck I let you in here”

He hummed, reaching inside his jacket and pulling out a carton of cigarettes, “I was wondering that myself…”

“Hey! You can’t smoke in here, my parents will find out” With the stick held in his fingers he frowned, looking genuinely disappointed.

“Dammit… You actually moved in here?” He said, shoving the cigarette back into the carton.

I raised an eyebrow, “Who are you, the neighbor or something?”

He frowned, “Yeah, actually. I live next door”

Suddenly I remembered earlier today and thought about how the Donna said she had another son. What was his name…

“Gerard, by the way” Suddenly I could see a bit of the resemblance. Both he and his brother Mikey had similar features, same upturned nose, crooked smile, and hazel eyes. Except for the dusty drown hair that skimmed below Mikey’s forehead, much different than the jet black hair his brother had.

“Yeah, I met your brother Mikey today” Gerard collapsed onto my bed, propping himself up on the headboard.

The dark haired teen gave me a lopsided grin, “Nice kid, isn’t he?”

I nodded thoughtfully, noticing that he was right. Mikey did in fact seem like a pretty sweet guy, with his glasses that he had to keep readjusting or how he looked so uncomfortable when his parents talked badly about Gerard.

Gerard coughed, clearing the sappy atmosphere, “So, where’d you come here from?”

A fond smile found it’s way onto my face as I took a seat next to Gerard, feeling oddly comfortable around him. “Los Angeles”

He gaped, “Really? How is it? I mean, how was it?”

I was a bit surprised at his complete turn around, going from a chain smoking badass who comes into your house at 2am to a child getting excited about a far away land.

A small laugh left my lips as I looked at his eager face, “Well… It’s really loud. I mean, people are always walking everywhere. There are a shit ton of tourist spots but some are actually kind of funny,” A bright memory prodded it’s way into my mind and I suddenly felt a pang of raw homesickness, “…And the music stores are amazing…”

Gerard’s expression faltered, “What’s wrong?”

All the wild emotions that I had been packing away ever since I began tearing down my posters from the walls of my room and saying goodbye to all of my incredible friends began overflowing like a tidal wave, swallowing me whole.

“I just… I really fucking miss LA” I muttered, not wanting to break down in front of him.

“Wait, if it’s so amazing then why did you leave?” He asked, sitting up from his position on the bed.

I chuckled monotonously, “You think I had a choice? My dad got relocated and we had to move. I didn’t exactly have a choice”

“And they didn’t even give you a choice!?” He said, sounding a bit shocked.

Only then did I realize that my mom could have probably heard Gerard’s shouts. I noticed this key fact just a little bit too late.

“Y/N? What are you still doing up? Who… Who are you talking to?” I heard my mom call from down the hall.

Our eyes widened and Gerard seemingly froze mid-rant.

“N-Nothing mom! You can go back to bed!” I shouted back, praying that she would be too tired to actually inspect my room.

Silence. It was so quiet between Gerard and I and the entire house that I thought I could hear the dripping of the faucet in the kitchen sink below us.

“…Okay, sweetie” My mom’s voice was blissfully sleepy. She must be too exhausted from moving in that she didn’t have the energy to straighten me out. Once I heard the reassuring sound of her bedroom door closing I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding.

Gerard let out a shaky, adrenaline rushed laugh, “Wow…”

“Yeah, you should probably go” I said, looking towards the window.

He shrugged, the rage from before dissipated from his face. “That’s fair… I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Alright…” I murmured my reply, watching him as he hopped out of the window, shutting the latches behind him and disappearing into the night. Leaving me alone to assess what the hell just happened and why Gerard scribbled his number on the corner of my notebook.


I really like writing for Gerard…

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Should I make another part 2 for this?

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