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colorsofjun · 2 years
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this is a request from the hilariously lovely @secretly-seraph1m , enjoy babe!
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https://open.spotify.com/playlist/12xhqq3fJX6oad77has4hj?si=a0kGtUioQW6TYhcZlXN3KA
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ghostbxne · 3 months
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DANONATION ENJOY‼️‼️‼️
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theehoneeybee · 3 months
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Late Night Sugar Fix
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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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shabawdy · 2 years
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paul dano art i made for his birthday C:
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konnichihawa · 8 months
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paul paul paul and paul and
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onegayvampire · 2 months
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I think Paul Dano is one of the sluttiest men out there. Like damn man screaming, crying,whimpering, begging, whining in almost all your films? Slut. And I love him for that
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kuj0goth · 1 year
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My paul dano friends !!!! :3
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irenic-raccoon · 1 year
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Just get these out my gallery
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ierofrnkk · 4 months
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And the award for the silliest guy on earth goes to…
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mittos · 6 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
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spookyspiderboiii · 2 years
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Paul Dano: *plays a greasy weirdo*
me:
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trinketpixie · 1 year
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six fanarts challenge with paul dano characters picked by my danonator bestie :,)
(find this on my instagram @/hypnotized.hannah for close ups !)
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hanksthompson · 2 years
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“Dude, I’m kind of uncomfortable watching this with you...” “Dude...learn to like it.”
Chris Marquette and Paul Dano as Eli Brooks and Klitz | The Girl Next Door
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theehoneeybee · 3 months
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can you do Edward with a curvy reader? thank you!
ofc!! I hope you like it :)
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Edward is obsessed with your curves, and I mean, OBSESSED
He just adores you. He thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen
His favourite thing to do is laying his head on your thighs
Like you'll be watching TV and he just lays down, using your thighs as a pillow
They're just so comfy
Lord help him if you ever wear something that shows off your curves
Edward won't be able to take his eyes off you
He's torn between wanting to show everyone how gorgeous you are, and keeping you all to himself
There's not a single inch of your body he doesn't love
Your chest, your waist, thighs, butt. All of it
"Eddie, I got a new dress today. You wanna see?" You ask, already knowing the answer. Edward's attention turns from his laptop to you, the tapping of the keys coming to a hault.
"Of course, my dear."
You smiled, rushing to the bathroom to change. You wanted to surprise him, giving him your very own fashion show. You slipped on the dress and shuffled back out into the bedroom. His attention was immediately on you. The dress hugged your curves perfectly, accentuating your stunning features. Edward stays silent as his eyes roam your body.
His silence worried you. "Do you not like it?"
Edward stands up, resting his hands on your waist. "I love it. You're so beautiful."
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doublyee · 8 months
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The girl next door🤓‼️ clits with a K❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥‼️
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cannedbeefaroni · 6 months
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Eli when Klitz emails him a jpg of his ass or something
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