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Crowley: A to do list.

Aziraphale: It just has my name on it.

Crowley: No, not really.

Crowley: Yeah, I did.

Crowley: Fergalicious.

Aziraphale: I said, don't say a word.

I know it's so fun to write hilarious moments between the two but please think of soft ineffable husbands moments:

Crowley starts having these horrible nightmares of Aziraphale being dead, because he almost lost him and always calls Aziraphale when he wakes up to make sure hes alive. Aziraphale has started catching up and always shows up with hot cocoa and started slowly moving in...

Both of them going to Anathema and Newts wedding while getting drunk, hitting on each other constantly and pretending there is no one around them when its late at night and the band starts playing slow songs.

Adam still being traumatized from all the events that happened but refusing to admit it with anyone else but Aziraphale and Crowley, they seem to always understand him best of all and always send the best gifts for his birthday.

Aziraphale: Crowley! Language, dear.

Crowley: Sorry, angel.

Crowley, trying to sleep: Shut the fuck up angel please.

Aziraphale: Like what would you do if I couldn't here where your voice was coming from?

Crowley an angsty teen, hanging with Lucifer and the boys: Oh my fucking-

God:

Crowley:

Crowley, fully blushing: Here.

Aziraphale, laughing his ass off: That's the name you decided to give yourself?

Teacher: Aziraphale Ziraphale... Fell?

Aziraphale: But your love me.

Crowley, annoyed he hasn't answered: Good morning, honeyshmucks!

Crowley, desperately trying to get his attention: Good fucking morning, soulmate!!

Aziraphale, fully listening to him but not answering because he's curious about how long this will go on:

Crowley, sitting on Aziraphales book: I said. Good. Morning. Angel.

Crowley: Sure, use this to practice.

Aziraphale: Brilliant, thank y-

Aziraphale: This is a marriage certificate.