4 Works by cappishe
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Jayce Talis has been a professor at this college for just about a year now, and has been pining for his mysterious coworker for just about as long. He’s made great progress, they share coffee in the morning, usually meet for lunch, in the cafeteria of course, and they have regular conversations about school and work. maybe in another year Jayce could learn Viktors last name, or even get a phone number!
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Viktor would rather be dragged out into a crowded dive bar with Jayce than spend the umpteenth New Year's Eve alone in his house. Jayce really likes New Year's Eve traditions.
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Peter is alone in the world and he can't stand it, he's lost everyone he ever cared about and he's barely scraping 30. Depression is a bitch, and she hits hard. Peter is sinking quickly into a dark place, and doesn't seem to want to pull himself out, doesn't see the point in continuing to invest in a life he feels will only lead to further heartbreak and disappointment.
Wade is all alone in the world and it's the best he's ever had it. Adulthood and independence are bare minimums he didn't think he would live to experience. His life can't get any worse than it has been, but he's also not entirely convinced it can get better. Until he meets Peter, and realizes what he's been missing.
Two men start at rock bottom, one fell there, and the other never got the chance to know anything different.
Luckily for them, it's a lot easier to climb out when you have someone to press your back against. -
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He scribbles Dean's name everywhere. In the crevices of the walls, and on the smooth tile of the floor, he sketches the elegant letters of this name in the margins of his papers, and occasionally on his very skin, should he be presented with a marker for the day's activities. Castiel draws this name on his hands, and presses his fingers against his lips, as though doing so will bring him closer to contentedness in his obsession. As though mumbling this name over and over again will bring him even a moment of happiness in his pursuit of reality.
Dean Winchester would have never believed this to be the effect of an angel losing its grace. Sure, he had maybe foreseen Castiel to be a bit homely, but this state of being was nearing the borders of ludicrous insanity.
When he writes so much that his fingers have begun to bleed, and the nurses have taken away the pen or pencil, or when there is no space left on the walls to write upon, the man simply lies down. Sleep has not come to him in nearly 72 hours, but Dean will leave anyways, departing from the incapacitated man he once knew as an angel, unsure of how to fix things.