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@yorkalinatears
none wash with left yorklina
"I would’ve told her…that I understand why she did what she did. I just wish she hadn’t. I wish she could’ve learned to let things go…I guess I should too."
Post#49 york and Carolina Fist Bump! i think that these two are really close bro’s. it does not matter that Carolina is a chick.
PJ's, Mistletoe, and Gifts
Summary: Agent York has the perfect Christmas present for Carolina this year. WC: 301
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Christmas Yorkalina icons requested by absolute-cabbage
this is why I am not allowed to write looking deeper into canon it hurts holy shit aka yorkalina rambling because let’s not make it all about york’s pov yo
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“You can trust me.”
Carolina’s never heard that particular note of pleading in York’s voice before. He sounds about like she feels - nerves strung out, world crashing and burning around her. He sounds vulnerable in a way he hasn’t since he lost his eye. Her fingers twitch against gunmetal. She swallows, prepares to raise the gun while her father’s words echo in her mind. You know what needs to be done. He’d given her everything. How could she not go this far…? She looks at York. His hands are empty, gun holstered, posture deliberately unthreatening. He trusts her with his life literally in her hands. This image will be burned into her memory long after everything else is faded and grey - tan armor glinting in the light of the elevator shaft, York’s hands steady in the air.
“You look so familiar… didn’t we take a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.” Carolina laughs, then slugs him for being an idiot. North picks York up off the floor and Wash tries to figure out when they had a chemistry course?
"I would’ve told her…that I understand why she did what she did. I just wish she hadn’t. I wish she could’ve learned to let things go…I guess I should too."
She said you’d better not leave me. This shit’ll be fucked for days, and weeks, and months
“I’m running late to school and you just hit me with your motorcycle cause you’re also late and no I don’t want to go to the hospital instead because I cannot miss this test just please give me a ride instead?” for Yorkalina (of course) =D
"No, I’m totally fine," the pedestrian said and grinned, showing a now-chipped tooth.
"Your eye is bleeding," the motorcyclist said simply.
"It’s, like, the eyebrow. Totally different from the eye. Anyway, I’d love to stay and talk about how you just ran me over with your totally sweet bike, but I have this test-"
"I’m taking you to the hospital."
"Sure, yeah, we could do that, but could we do that by way of my history class because I’m really not lying about that test…"
"Can you even see the paper with your eye like that?"
"Well, I’ve got a spare, so I’ll just squint. And also, I think you should give me a ride to make up for it. Also because I’m really late."
"…Fine. But you’re wearing the helmet."
York smiled. “Why? My eye’s already bleeding.”
The woman took off the helmet and thrust it at him while she gathered her red hair to tie it firmly in place.
"Whoa, wait, maybe history is not that important. I mean, when am I really gonna use it anyw-"
"Get on."
"Right, sure thing, chief. Say, what’s your name?"
"Carolina. And you?"
"You can call me York, because that’s what all my friends call me."
She yelled over the hum of the engine underneath them. “Do you always meet your friends when they run you over with their vehicles because you’re jaywalking irresponsibly?”
"Yep!" York yelled back, grinning. "It’s the only way I know how!"
"Your way of life doesn’t sound very…sustainable."
"If I had a nickel…"
Meet my new baby. Carolina. Or Lina for short. Her namesake is Agent Carolina of Project Freelancer.
Ayyy! Look at the kitty I named after one half of my OTP!
Anyone dressing up as our babies this year? If so, send pics!!!
I’m guessing this is the song he chose
certified mister carolina
Baby au is super cute…. so I did some scribbles… York baby, tie your shoes.