destroymeiloveyou
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Donald comes to Cecil during one of his baths to show that he’s returned from the dead once more.
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- Part 4 of Desperate Doncil
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The Sky Is a Landfill by beautifulnotrealistic (destroymeiloveyou), destroymeiloveyou
Fandoms: Original Work
03 Feb 2026
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A collection of short ficlets featuring my original characters. :-)
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Unfinished Elevator Hitch Fics by destroymeiloveyou
Fandoms: Elevator Hitch (Video Game)
30 Dec 2025
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Some Elevator Hitch fics I’m no longer interested in finishing. Posting these just for fun, and also because I don’t want them to rot away.
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Donald finds Cecil disassociating and slightly drunk.
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- Part 3 of Desperate Doncil
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Cecil remembers Donald’s birthday, but he can’t. So, he takes it upon himself to help him remember.
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- Part 1 of Desperate Doncil
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the whistle stop bible by fyrewalk
Fandoms: Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe - Fannie Flagg, Fried Green Tomatoes (1991)
06 Jul 2016
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"That's God's word," whispered Ruth, her lips brushing warm and wet against Idgie's ear. "And this..." she said, kissing the back of her neck, "This is too."
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Charles Offdensen would do anything for his band - even when his morality is questioned.
Bookmarked by destroymeiloveyou
14 Aug 2025
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FUUUUCK BEST CHICKLES FIC
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Since the night Dan and Herbert went to the bar, Dan has been withdrawn. When a power outage in the lab forces them together, Herbert learns what's lurking under the surface.
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- Part 2 of Meeting Halfway
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lick the wound on your fingertip and it will blot red by allurfavesaretrans
Fandoms: Elevator Hitch (Video Game)
10 Sep 2024
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You don't know how long it's been.
The doppelganger's words still ring in your ears, even as you clutch tighter the scissors in your grip. The copy of your coworker's wristwatch died months ago. You don't even have the fucking luxury of a wristwatch in the first place.
How long have you been stuck in this elevator? How do you know it hasn't been months? Years? How can you know if anything has changed, if Earth has continued to spin, if anything is real but the four walls that surround you and the man who stands in front of you now?
But is he real? How can you tell?
You could stain your suit deeper. More scarlet. More warmth, liquid that flows from veins and onto fabric, scissors bending from the force of thrusts. Red scattering the ceiling and walls as your arms rise far above you. A warm body that struggles, slows, turns cold. You could. It would prove it.
Or.
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his eyes are warm and sincere and nathan’s favorite shade of green, like florida grass.