#yorkington

[rvb-relationship-royale]

RVB Romantic Relationship Royale- Round 1, Part 2, Poll 1

[thomy0rk3]

Radiohead is the only band I've ever heard that truly makes me feel understood. Or safe or anything like that. I fucking love Radiohead. I don't know what I'd do without them tbh. Thom's voice is an experience all on it's own.

[kojoty]

hell yeah post about yorkington forever and always call that WORK

[ijustknowthatihatethat]

Incorrect quotes?

Wash and York having sex, and Wash loving Hamilton musical starts singing "in New York you can be a new man"

[red-is-rainbow]

aahahahhahnfjk im so sorry its late but heres my valentines gift for @illucci ! thanks to @rvbgiftexchange for hosting the event !! the last doodles are compensation for lateness

[caboose-onthe-loose]

Yorkington? (I LOVE YOUR WORK)

Poor York stood up for a cat

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[agentwashingcat]

@rvbrarepairweek

More incredibly self indulgent York/Wash lol. Cross posted on ao3!

“Hey, uh, you alright there, Wash?” York pulled himself back, letting his hands settle gently on Wash’s hips. They’d been fooling around a little on his bed, making out, that sort of thing. York had suggested going a little further, and Wash had said okay, but it was pretty clear to York that he wasn’t, really, not when he stiffened everytime Yorks hands got anywhere close to someplace he might call intimate.

York had to admit, he was used to already having slept with his significant others by this point in the relationship. But Wash had always been hesitant and York wasn’t about to push. Especially now that it was incredibly clear Wash was uncomfortable going further.

“Sure, fine.” The way his voice cracked made it clear it really wasn’t fine, and even Wash winced at the sound of his own voice. “Okay, maybe not.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” York soothed, moving his hands to cup Wash’s face. Wash was very steadily avoiding eye contact, and York frowned. “Hey, look at me.”

Wash’s eyes flitted up briefly before looking away again, red tinting his cheeks. “I’m sorry, I just, I’m trying but-”

“Hey hey hey,” York cut him off quickly. He definitely didn’t want Wash thinking this was something he had to do. “I don’t want you to force yourself to do anything, okay? I love you, sex isn’t as important as you being happy is.”

Slowly, Wash looked at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” York tugged Wash into his lap, wrapping him up in a tight hug. Wash returned the favor, pressing his face into York’s neck and holding onto him tightly. “I wanna make it very clear I don’t need reasons, but is this something you want to talk about?”

Wash pulled back slightly, uncertainty written all over his face. “I… don’t know that I could give you a reason, anyway. I’ve just, I’ve never been interested, really. I used to think you know maybe it was some sort of weird dysphoria thing, right, like oh, wrong body, don’t want it, but I don’t… that doesn’t feel right. Ya know?”

York raised an eyebrow. “Have you ever considered the possibility you’re ace?”

Wash blinked. “That I’m what?”

“Asexual. It means you don’t experience sexual attraction. One of my brothers identified that way.” That was really the only reason he knew anything beyond just the basic definition.

“Oh.” Wash was quiet for a moment. “That’s a thing?”

“Sure is.” York smiled softly, bringing their foreheads together. “Think that might fit?”

“...yeah, I think it might.” Wash grinned, letting out a little laugh. “I thought I was just weird. Good to know it’s not just me.”

“I mean, you are weird,” York teased, giving Wash a quick kiss. “Just not about that specifically.”

“Gee, thanks, York.” Wash just shook his head, settling into York’s lap. “You jerk.”

“You know you love me.”

[kellanswritingblog]

I almost forgot to post for @rvbrarepairweek today but here we are with some Yorkington.  Takes place shortly after Wash joined Project Freelancer, and York has offered him some pointers on his hand-to-hand technique.  

Wash put up his fists, and York immediately shook his head.  

“Your stance needs some work,” he said, moving to readjust Wash’s form, carefully moving his hands, shoulders, and hips.

“Is the manhandling necessary?”  Wash asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Not always.  Usually it’s just for fun.”  

Before Wash could stutter out a reply, York was in front of him again, his own fists up, ready to fight.  

“Alright, rookie, hit me with your best shot.”

Wash obliged, and York blocked it with little difficulty.  

“We can work with this.  You up for a round of fisticuffs?  I have to see what I’m working with before I can start teaching.”

“Only if you’re ready to get your ass kicked,” Wash replied, hoping that the anxiety he felt didn’t tremor out in his voice.  

“I like it,” York exclaimed.  “Let’s do this.”

While Wash’s technique was on the sloppy side, he fought with the fear of failure nipping at his heels, making every punch harder and his movements quicker. He knew York was probably taking it easy on him, but every time he landed a blow, he felt a little more sure of himself.  

With one particular punch, York staggered backwards, and a sense of victory flooded over Wash.  

“Not too shabby, huh?”  He started to brag.

York, however, had already started his counterattack, and landed a blow square in Wash’s chest.  He stumbled, his feet tripping on themselves, and sent him to the ground.  

When he fell, though, his legs flew out at a bizarre angle, and tripped York so that he fell down directly on top of him.  Their chests were pressed against the other’s, each breathing heavy with exertion.  

“Not bad, not bad at all,” York complimented.  He was seemingly oblivious to the closeness and didn’t make to move away. Meanwhile, Wash could feel his face flush.  

“That’s, uh, great.  Sorry for tripping you.”

York laughed.  “Hey, whatever works, right?”  With that, he climbed to his feet and then held out his hand to help Wash to his feet. “Let’s call it quits for today. We can have another sparring match sometime.  Maybe with fewer prying eyes,” he added, looking up at the windows above them, where some of the Project’s staff took notes on their clipboards.  

“Sounds good to me,” Wash replied, dusting himself off, as York started to walk away.  Then, something hit him.  “Wait, were you flirting with me?”

York chuckled and turned back to answer.  “Have been since you joined the program, bud.”

He left the training floor, leaving Wash alone and blushing.

“Oh…”

[reallyagentyork]

i’m here, i’m queer, and i 

want to talk about norkington good god

((nork, northington, and yorkington as well!!)

[rvb-relationship-royale]

RVB Romantic Relationship Royale- Round 3, Part 2, Poll 1

[sol-the-otter]

i seriously need people to discuss my RvB ships with. 

my Real Life doesn’t include these people. 

halp.

[ova-kakyoin]

[becket-boy]

Just Norkington Things - 'Great' mind's think alike

[rvbtexts]

Everyone worries over York’s coping mechanisms

[textsfromchorus]

[Image Description: A medium shot of Wash and York. There is text that reads (813): He sent me a selfie with his cat. He has found a way to my heart. And pants.]

[agentwashingcat]

@rvbrarepairweek

I was gonna write something else but we got more York/.Wash because I have a problem lol. A follow up to this fic.

Cross posted on ao3!

“I think we should have a kid.”

Wash dropped his phone, staring at York. Of all the things he had expected York to say, that was definitely not it. Especially not first thing in the morning over breakfast. Before Wash had a few cups of coffee in him.

“We have a kid,” he said evenly. It was still kind of weird for him to say he had a kid. But Delta had started calling him dad last week, and Wash had to admit, it was an amazing feeling. “His name is Delta, I think you’ve met him.”

York rolled his eyes, taking another bite of cereal. “I meant another kid.”

“I know what you meant.” Wash downed the rest of his coffee, tilting his head at York. “You think we can handle another kid? Or like, a baby?”

“Why not, it’s got to be easier with two parents, right?” York teased, reaching over to place a hand on top of Wash’s. “I just… I see you with Delta and it makes me want another one.”

Wash flushed. Before York, he had never really thought about kids that much. Hadn’t even really been sure if he was parent material but Delta seemed to like him, so that was something, right?

There was something else he had to ask though. “You don’t mean, like, a biological baby right, because there is no way that’s happening.” First of all, Wash was pretty sure he’d been a T long enough that it wasn’t possible. Second of all, there was no way in hell he was gonna carry a baby.

“No no no,” York said, shaking his head. “The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind, actually. I thought we could adopt. There are lots of kids out there that need homes.”

“You know that’s really expensive, right?” Though to be fair, so was raising two kids.

York nodded. “We don’t need to do it right now, we can save up, I just thought bringing it up now gives us time to prepare. You know, if you’re up for it.”

York was watching him, and Wash took a bite of cereal to give himself time to think. Did he want another kid? Delta of course was more than enough, but…

“Yeah, okay. Let’s do it.”

York laughed, dragging Wash over the table for a kiss.

“York, my cereal!” Great, now he had milk all over him.

“You can get more.” York was grinning like an idiot, and Wash felt himself begin to do that same. Excited at the prospect of having another kid. Nervous, sure, but definitely excited.

Wash was suddenly smacked in the face with another idea. “Should we uh, get married first?” Could they even adopt together if they weren’t married?

York’s grin grew even wider. “Well now we should!” He kissed Wash again, though it was a little hard cause neither could stop grinning.

This would be an exciting year for them.