depressed crowley is my aesthetic

Aziraphale + fixing his clothes

Bonus Crowley!Aziraphale:

*takes a deep breath in*

aziraphale stumbles back, eyes wide, and he wishes crowley weren't wearing his glasses, wishes he had never said a single word about the offer, wishes the metatron had never showed up, wishes the world was a little bit kinder, softer around the edges.

he knows crowley is waiting for... something, a response, reaction, anything, but all he can think about are the handful of seconds during which he had kissed back. the smooth slide of crowley's jacket, warmth seeping through the fabric and into his skin, the steady pull of his fists on his lapels.

their lips touching, pressed together with gentle, desperate force, and the empty scream of hunger that chased after the sensation the second he lost it.

do it again, aziraphale wants to say, mouth opening and stuttering around the syllables before he swallows them again.

do it again, please. never stop.

he can't. he wants to, he wants crowley, he wants and wants and wants, but he made a promise to himself and he had to keep it for his sake, their sake. the world's.

ft. azi turning it into a yellow scooter 🤧

…Apology accepted…

I am FERAL with determination that we must know ALL OF IT!

Does Michael really think for one second we wouldn't care about this kind of detail - like hellooooo this fandom is as totally unhinged as Aziraphale in the damn ball scene, subverting the will of humans just so he might get to touch the hand of the love of his life!!

FERAL.