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irenic-raccoon · 1 year

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Just get these out my gallery

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neilpissyrega · 1 year

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(credit to irenic_raccoon) Eli was so gay in this movie

#the girl next door #klitz the girl next door #eli brooks the girl next door #Eli brooks #Eli x klitz #klitz x Eli #Tim klitz #matthew kidman the girl next door #matthew kidman

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danowh0re · 2 years

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Gifs or reactions pics (you take your pick ml 🤭) of Eli and Klitzy

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HELP THESE ARE SO FUNNY

#klitz #chris marquette #paul dano #eli #klitz x eli #eli x klitz #memes #the girl next door edits #the girl next door

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justyouraverageravenclawboy · 1 year

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posted another fanfic

[SMUT WARNING]

#paul dano #danonation #timothy klitz #eli brooks #eli x klitz #klitz x eli #the girl next door #the girl next door 2004 #eklitz

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drpepperknockoff · 2 years

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today i learned that they r taking tgnd off of netflix at the end of the month and i did not take it very well to say the least

#the girl next door #tgnd #eli brooks #klitz #matthew kidman #how will i live without the 2004 romcom with the two very gay side characters #eli x klitz #paul dano #i am going to pirate the movie

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pictureinme · 10 months

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kinktober '23

first time i've ever done something like this, so forgive me if it isn't up to par! (very much ib @floralcyanide)

ao3 | main master-list

i. strap-ons - patricia 'kitten' braden ii. hate sex - jackson rippner iii. roleplay - robert fischer iiiv. collaring - paul sunday v. praise/degradation - burt fabelman vi. sex toys - agent donald buchanan vii. overstimulation - jonathan crane viii. virginity - eli sunday ix. dry humping - neil lewis x. bondage - jay (okja) xi. fear play - jonathan crane xii. semi-public - neil lewis xiii. high sex - vw guy (taking woodstock) xiv. sex tape - edward 'riddler' nashton xv. impact play - thomas shelby xvi. body worship - louis ives xvii. cum play - joby taylor xviii. wax play - jackson rippner xix. daddy - burt fabelman xx. lingerie - patricia 'kitten' braden xxi. free use - calvin weir-fields xxii. voyeurism - edward 'riddler' nashton xxiii. panties - seth (looper) xxiv. mutual masturbation - jim (the delinquent season) xxv. dacryphilia - eli sunday

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theehoneeybee · 4 months

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Late Night Sugar Fix

pairing: Edward Naston/gn!reader word count: 1.3k warnings: swearing, brief mentions of murder, implied stalking, usual Gotham things

synopsis: the night shift at the diner was always quiet, few people willing to venture out into Gotham at night, except for one regular who came in on an almost nightly basis.

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a/n: i'm back in my paul dano era. I used to write for him back on an old blog of mine and it's nice to do it again :)

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Another slow night. The drops of rain trailing down the window carried the colours of the glowing city lights with them. The small, old TV perched in the corner re-aired news segments from earlier in the week. The sounds barely reached your ears and the subtitles lagged behind the speech.

The diner had become quieter over the past couple of weeks. With two vigilantes using the city as an oversized playground, and crime at an all time high, people weren't too keen to leave the house. Especially at night.

There was a few regulars who still came in, fellow night shift workers coming in for a much needed cup of coffee after a long day. The familiar chiming of the bell pulled your head away from the TV, turning around in your chair to greet the stranger.

His back was turned to you, his green jacket decorated with dark spots from raindrops. He set his umbrella gently down by the door and shuffled over the the bench, taking a seat on the cracked black leather stools.

"Evening," you greeted him. "What can I get started for you?"

The man barely makes eye contact with you. "A cup of coffee please, and, um, do you have any pumpkin pie?"

The clear frames of his glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, little droplets of water clinging onto the lenses. His soft brown hair stuck to his forehead. The umbrella must not have done its job. You gave him a nod and went out the back to prepare his order.

Once you came back, the man had cleaned off his glasses and his attention was now focused on the TV screen. You placed down the food, matching his gaze to look up at the screen.

It was a repeat of a news story from earlier in the day. 'The Riddler terrorises Gotham' the subtitles read, the face of the news reporter was replaced with one of the Riddler's infamous livestreams. The reported called him all sorts of names, 'murderer', 'villain', 'terrorist'. You couldn't help the small scoff that left your lips. This caught the strangers attention, half turning his head to look at you through the corner of his eye.

"Look, I don't agree with the killing," you quickly tried to justify yourself, hoping you hadn't offended him. "But at least he's doing something. I know too many people who have suffered because the cops don't do shit."

An emotion you couldn't quite place flashed on his eyes, leaving just as quickly as it appeared. He nodded, looking back at the TV. "Someone had to do something."

You spend the rest of the evening aimlessly scribbling in your notepad, occasionally turning to the TV for some lacklustre entertainment. The man left, giving you a small nod on his way out. As you cleaned up the plates, wiping down the counter, you glanced at the door.

He left his umbrella.

You leant against the counter, idly flicking between the pages of a newspaper that a customer had left behind.

"I speak without a mouth and hear without ears," you read the riddle printed on the thin pages aloud, "I have no body, but come alive with the wind. What am I?"

"An echo." The answer made you jump, no longer alone in the diner. "The riddle," the man gestures to the newspaper in your hands, "It's an echo."

The same man from yesterday with the clear frames and mousey brown hair was back. You never even heard the door bell ring. Same routine as last night, he sits down and orders a slice of pumpkin pie and coffee. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he ate, filling in the puzzles from a newspaper of his own.

Strange, you settled on, was the best way to describe him. He kept his head down, occasionally shifting awkwardly in his seat and adjusting his glasses, a nervous habit. Strange, yes, but he also was also endearing. Or maybe you just pitied him, the same way a sad puppy is both adorable and heart breaking.

The man was about to leave, folding the newspaper into a neat little rectangle and tucking it into his jacket. Before he had a chance to go, you dashed into the back of the diner to reunite him with his forgotten umbrella.

"Wait!" you called out to him, "you forgot your umbrella yesterday."

"Oh," he says quietly. "Thank you." He took the umbrella from your hands.

"I never got your name, by the way. I know all my regulars by their names," you explained.

He stares at you, eyes obscured by the reflection of light on his lenses, expression unreadable. "Edward," he finally introduces himself.

It was around the time that Edward began to frequent the diner that you began to notice strange occurrences.

When you would walk back to your apartment, the sun barely peaking over the tall city buildings, it felt like you were being followed. You could feel a pair of eyes searing into the back of your head. A wave of relief would wash over you once you finally stepped into your apartment.

On one of the few nights off you had, you were laying on the couch when a card was slipped under your front door. Getting up from your comfortable spot, you half-opened the door and peered down the hallway. Empty. It was a small greeting card with a cartoon owl of the front with the text 'owl always love you' written in cursive.

'I have keys but no locks. You can enter, but you can’t go outside. I have space but no room. What am I?' was scribbled messily on the inside of the card.

You didn't sleep that night.

You and Edward had developed an unspoken friendship. Each night you found yourself looking for forward to his visit. While you didn't talk very much, there was a mutual enjoyment of each others company. He would help you solve the puzzles in forgotten newspapers. Edward was very intelligent, always quick to answer. While he liked crosswords and dabbled in sudoku, you learnt riddles were his favourite.

"Are you any good with computers?"

Edward looked up from his puzzle, "I'm okay. Why?"

"Well I've been having this issue with my laptop," you explained. Whenever you tried to use it, it would work for about a minute before the screen blanked. Only a small question mark could be seen, flickering in the top right of the screen. You didn't want to waste your money bringing it to a repair shop or buying a new one, so your best bet was asking Edward. "It's probably a virus from one of those shitty free streaming sites."

"I can come take a look at it."

You scribbled your phone number down on a scrap piece of paper. "Thank you so much."

You had texted back and forth with Edward to arrange a time for him to come to your apartment to look at the laptop. Was it the smartest move to invite an almost-stranger into your apartment? No, but Edward seemed trustworthy enough.

'I'll be there soon :)' his message read.

Soon, there was a knock on your door and you were letting Edward into your apartment. He took a seat at your desk as you booted up your laptop.

"It'll be fine for a few minutes and then-" the screen went black. "Bam!"

Edward adjusted his glasses, bringing the laptop closer. "Yeah, I see what you mean." You watched anxiously as he fiddled around with it to little success.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to fix it here," Edward explained. "However, if I hook it up to my computer at home I should be able to get the virus off it."

"So it can be fixed? I don't need to buy a new laptop?" Edward shook his head no. "Oh, thank you! You don't mind doing it do you?"

"It's okay. I'll give it back to you at work tomorrow."

You thanked Edward profusely as he left your apartment, laptop in hand. When you sat down on the couch, fear punched you in the stomach. The blood drained from your face when your realised that,

You never gave Edward your address.

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mittos · 7 months

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Not a day goes by where I don’t think about this trio at all which then reminds me of this not a thing thing fic which makes me reread it which is what I’m about to do rn

#the best fanfic ever #like honestly the most memorable fanfic for me I will never shut up about it #fanart #artist on tumblr #paul dano #danonation #klitz the girl next door #eli the girl next door #the girl next door #Matt the girl next door #klitz x eli #paul dano fanart

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doublyee · 9 months

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The girl next door🤓‼️ clits with a K❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥‼️

#danonation #paul dano #danocel #the girl next door #eli brooks #timothy klitz #klitz the girl next door #klitz #klitz x eli

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cannedbeefaroni · 7 months

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Eli when Klitz emails him a jpg of his ass or something

#klitz x eli #timothy klitz #eli brooks #the girl next door #danonation #danocel

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irenic-raccoon · 1 year

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TGND as incorrect quotes (incorrect quote generator)

#the girl next door #the girl next door 2004 #tim klitz #klitz the girl next door #klitz #eli brooks #matthew kidman #danielle clark #paul dano #danonation #paul dano klitz #eli x klitz #tripod #tgnd #danocel

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re-jeracize · 1 month

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lost the bet!

#the girl next door #the girl next door 2004 #klitz the girl next door #timothy klitz #klitz #eli brooks #klitzeli #klitz x eli #fanart

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danosrosegarden · 8 months

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something real - timothy klitz x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day thirteen. prompt: mutual masturbation. 🎃}

{contains: reader having a little anxiety around sex, mutual masturbation, and a facial (reader receiving).}

☽ It was the point in your relationship where the bumbling butterflies still buzzed in your stomach when you spoke to Klitz. The puppy love still bloomed like wildflowers in your skipping heart, but you were beginning to grow comfortable with him. He was safe, easy to share your company with. You felt comfortable in the warm glow of his arms...yet something was amiss.

☽ You couldn't help but feel like you were doing something wrong by making him stop every time things got hot and heavy. He was never upset, always willing to hold you close and stroke your hair afterwards without a word of questioning. But that would grow stale and stiff eventually, wouldn't it? Eventually, he was going to want more.

☽ He, with searing pink cheeks and eyes shyly cast down, proposed an idea one night. What if we...you know...touched ourselves? But...uh...together?

☽ The solution seemed so simple; you could take care of yourselves without the pressure or expectations while still being together. Why hadn't you thought of it before? Your stomach lurched and crackled with erotic elation.

☽ With letting Klitz see you like this for the very first time, so raw, so bare and exposed, came a scorching flurry of bashfulness. Though your cheeks burned hot and your gut popped with anxiety, there also existed an aura of fresh excitement. It was something new. Fun. Real.

☽ Still, the jumbling nerves dancing in your stomach were difficult to shake. Klitz must have noticed your hands quivering as you peeled your pants away, because he laced your hand with his, his thumb stroking your soft skin.

☽ "Just pretend like I'm not even here," he whispered to you. "Touch yourself like you normally do."

☽ It felt odd and mechanical at first, your hand swirling around while you knew full well there were prying eyes watching. But you repeated the mantra in your head like prayer: just pretend like I'm not even here. Eventually, it felt like just another night in your bed by yourself, your spit-slicked fingers hitting the spots you knew made your toes curl and legs shake. You fell into a blissful rhythm, and the heat began to tighten in your core.

☽ You peeked for a moment and stifled a giggle. Klitz was struggling to keep his eyes open and continue to watch you while he stroked himself with a tight fist. The sounds were wet and thick. You watched as his thighs rocked about and his chest dragged up and down at a jagged, haphazard rate. He was close. And he deserved a reward for such a great idea, you thought with a small grin.

☽ You crawl to his feet in front of him, sitting on your knees. He slows his strokes to stare at you for a moment, cocking his brow. "What are you doing?"

☽ Your hand snakes up to his thigh, rubbing his skin with a soft grip. "You wanna cum on my face, Klitzy?"

☽ It's a challenging task not to laugh at the pathetic whimper that's punched out from deep within his chest. "F-fuck yeah, I do." His pumping fist tightens as he strokes faster.

☽ He paints your face with his warm strings of cum, one hand squeezing the base of his cock and the other running long, bony fingers through your hair.

☽ Is it odd to feel warmly emotional while semen is dripping from your face? It's just that...you really couldn't imagine it being anyone else but him. It was only him who you wanted to trust like this. You couldn't think of anything else but that shaggy hair and those thin glasses when imagining sharing this deep, hidden, intimate part of yourself.

☽ You'd work yourself up to letting him inside of you. For now, you had a deliciously fun game to play together. No pressure, no expectations. Just doing, just being.

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #timothy klitz #klitz #the girl next door #timothy klitz x reader #klitz x reader #timothy klitz x you #klitz x you #timothy klitz x y/n #klitz x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 23

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sunsetsovrmonroeville · 6 months

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the girl next door (2004) fandom where are you please come home i miss you…

#the girl next door 2004 #eli brooks #tim klitz #klitz #klitz x eli

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zz6zq · 17 days

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