They say it all the time, but what does it ACTUALLY mean? And was it really wise for them to get SO drunk...?

The Nice and Fairly Accurate History of the demon Crowley and the angel Aziraphale, on their relationship over 6,000 years. Aziraphale and Crowley have known each other since the beginning, quite literally. From the gate of Eden to the end of the world, they have been there for each other- tempting, thwarting, and even helping (not that their respective head offices need to know). As the millennia go on, the two grow closer and closer, and there are words that both off them need to say, but neither do. It only takes the end of the world for them to get their heads on straight. AKA: Aziraphale and Crowley being pining idiots for 6,000 years. Cross-Posted on Ao3 under the same title

"You really want me to say it?" The angel was still staring, opened his mouth, closed it again. This wasn't a good idea. Not at all. It was probably the worst idea he'd ever had, and bad ideas were kinda his profession. Saying just one more word would be a terrible terrible mistake, he knew it. Because one word would possibly lead to another. And another. And another. For a moment, Crowley considered if maybe he shouldn't have become literate at all in the first place. Well, screw it, too late now. Then it dawned to him that he could simply choose not to let the words out he'd unfortunately learned. Yeah. Sure. Of course. Easy peasy. Just don't say it. His mouth seemed to have different plans.

This is Human Nature/Family of Blood AU with Rose instead of Martha because Tenrose. Some continuity errors to make up for Martha being gone and Joan not being a technical love interest Name changes Shippy as hecky

A series of one-shot stories about the tenth Doctor and Rose Tyler. Updating will be continuous.

Yeah, I know this sounds really weird but I promise it makes sense so yeah enjoy lol