Crowley: This date is boring!
Aziraphale: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.
Crowley: Then why did you invite me?
Aziraphale: I didn’t, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Aziraphale I'll do whatever I want!
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there's a very thin line between bodyguard boyfriend and trophy wife and Crowley is balancing on it like a goddamn funambulist
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Crowley: I wear dark glasses so no one can see what i’m looking at
Aziraphale: Dear…
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Book Crowley: You know what? I like your hair.
TV Crowley: Thanks. I like yours too.
Book Crowley: I think we should swap. And then we could prank the Angels a little.
TV Crowley: Yeah! I bet they won’t even notice the difference.
After some time…
Book Crowley:
TV Aziraphale:
TV Crowley:
Book Aziraphale:
TV Aziraphale: Oh, look. Aren’t those people feeding bread to the ducks?
TV Crowley: They’re WOT?!
Book Aziraphale: That’s yours.
TV Aziraphale: That’s mine.
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Aziraphale, at Crowley's funeral: "I need a moment with them."
Everyone: "Of course." They leave
Aziraphale, leaning over Crowley′s coffin: "Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead."
Crowley: "Yeah, no shit."
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Crowley: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.
Aziraphale:
Crowley: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?
Aziraphale: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking M&Ms.
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i think it's really funny when people describe Crowley's hair as silky or soft or something along those lines in fics, because if you look at David Tennant closely, you can see they used like 50 hair products on his hair to sculpt that shit to perfection. it's probably hard as a rock or stickier than glue. i want a fic where it's like:
Crowley rests his head on Aziraphale's chest, snuggling close. The angel smiles and raises his hand to stroke his hair, but once his fingers are buried in those shiny red locks, they're trapped in a crunchy sea of slick goop. The slimy texture sticks to his fingers like superglue. He tries to pull his hand back, but it's completely stuck. Not even three consecutive miracles can do the trick. He prays for salvation.
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