GIF by connors-g1rl

• Getting him a pair of sweats and a t-shirt so he can lounge around in that rather than his usual jacket, button-up, tie and jeans.
• He’s insistent that he doesn’t need them– comfort was something that wasn’t a priority to him, but you wanted him to have them. 
• He looks down at the folded clothing in your hands before moving forward and taking them from you. The sweat pants are black and the t-shirt was grey. Connor just stands there for a moment, tilting his head to the side as he wonders what to say in reply. He supposed ‘thank you’ would be needed as you didn’t have to give him anything and you were giving out of the goodness of your heart. His lips are open as if he’s going to say something but you’re urging him towards your bedroom, “Go on! Put them on, I want to see if they fit you right.”
• A few minutes later, he comes out of the bedroom and comes pattering into the living room. He’s suddenly and shockingly aware of your eyes as you look up, a smile beaming across your face as you set the remote down on the coffee table and walk towards him. “You look great!” You gush, reaching forward and touching his bare arm. His skin is soft as usual, but still, you could feel crevices on him as if he were actually human.  Connor clenches and then relaxes his hands as he looks down at himself. “They’re surprisingly…” He paused and blinked, thinking of the proper word to use. “Comfortable. Thank you.”
• He will absolutely make you coffee, sometimes even breakfast in the morning time.
• Always coffee. He knows that you like the taste and even knows how much creamer you put into it because he had seen you make it yourself so many times. He brings it to you in bed sometimes, or bring it to you when you’re hazily sitting at your kitchen table, still have asleep. You always manage to give him a soft smile regardless, and he feels like he had ran into a wall and needed to be put back together because your smile was so powerful to him.
• Breakfast is something less common, but does happen every once and a while when you don’t have to work in the morning. Connor is surprisingly good at cooking, despite not needing to eat himself. Always brings it to you in bed and loves your reaction. You nearly cry and gush, leaning forward to give him a small kiss of appreciation which in return, earns you the cutest, tiniest grin from him as he sits on the bed next to you, eager now to see how the food tastes. You describe it to him often and he quite enjoys that.
• Bonus points if he does the dishes afterwards even though you insist you do them.
• Bonus bonus points if you both end up doing the dishes and it ends up with you laughing, leaning against the counter because you had just blown a handful of dish soap at him and the bubbles were sticking to him. He seems a bit perplexed at first as he grabs a handful of bubbles and for a moment, you scoot back, thinking he’s going to do the same thing to you. But- His movement is too fast for you and he’s wrapping an arm around you, tugging you closer and pressing a kiss to your cheek which makes you melt. A few moments later though— that handful of bubbles he had was in your hair and he was left with a coy grin as you gasped in surprise.
• Connor has grown quite fond of you playing with his hair.
• He’ll let his eyes fall shut as your fingers tangle and brush through his synthetic hair, digging deep enough to scratch and rub his scalp.
• Connor leans his head towards your touch every time you pull away and coaxes you into often with a stare. Something always jumps inside of him when he feels your fingers tracing his hairline before they brush through, ultimately taking away from the perfection and making him even more aligned with his human emotions. 
• He’ll sit on the floor in front of the couch and let your legs drape around your shoulders as you play with his hair when watching TV. 
• Vice versa, Connor has come to realize that you enjoy your hair being played with as well and there’s no way for him to properly describe how it feels when your hair is between your fingers and when you’re leaning against him for more. He feels… Warm inside, as if something were on fire or if he had a terrible systematic error. “(Name).” “Yes, Connor?” “I never want to forget this moment.”
• He’ll offer his jacket to you if it’s cold outside. 
• “It’s 40 degrees Fahrenheit, are you sure you don’t want my jacket, (Name)?” Connor whispers to you, glancing down at you while you’re arms are wrapped around your body. You had managed to forget your jacket at home, which seemed to be the worst for you tried to remind yourself over and over not to forget it for it seemed like the weather was going to be severely overcast.  You feel a deep shudder run through your body as you give in, “Please?”  Connor is swift and quick to remove his android jacket, lightly draping it over your shoulders as you loop your arms through the holes. It’s big on you, the sleeves are bunched up around your wrists, the shoulders mildly boxy but it felt comfortable. You exhale and Connor is reaching up to brush a piece of your hair back as snowflakes begin dancing from the sky. “Is that better for you?” You nod and give him a small smile, “Thank you, Connor.”
• Tracing the few freckles on his face has become your nightly ritual.
• Connor is laying on his back, you laying half on him and half on the bed while propped so you could look down at his face. His dark eyes are currently shut as your fingers are tracing the freckles on his cheek, dwindling across his nose to the other cheek before you lean down and brush your lips against them slowly. “I was told once,” You moved your kisses to the other cheek, “that freckles and beauty marks where leftover stardust from when we were made in the heavens. Kinda cheesy, I know but…” You shrugged your shoulders and smiled. Connor is the one to initiate the kiss, sitting up enough so his lips could barely touch yours. It sets your senses on fire, regardless.  Reaching up, you cup the side of his face and let your fingers play with his ear for a moment and laugh as you pull away from the kiss, “I guess you like cheesy?” “I suppose so.” He replied, the corners of his lips tilting up playfully.
• He’ll lay in bed and listen to you read to him.
• Those nights when you don’t feel like watching TV, this is usually the pastime. Connor can read quickly, it was something that came along with being an investigative android, but, he adored it when you spent time to personally read to him. More often than not, it was books of your choosing and throughout your relationship, it has helped him become more familiar with your voice because you were very expressive while reading. It also helped him figure out what genres you liked based on what books you would read him. 
• Occasionally, he’ll sit there and read to you. He loves it when you put your head in his lap while he reads and he’ll brush your hair out when you do that. 
• If your head isn’t in his lap, you’re totally leaning it against his shoulder and you do tend to fall asleep to the sound of his voice, which, he takes as a flattering action.
• He’s been trying to teach you how to do coin tricks, which doesn’t always end up in the best way. He knows that you do get frustrated when you can’t master certain tricks that he does, but he just reassures you and reminds you that it’ll come with practice.
• When he walks into your bedroom and sees you playing with a coin between your fingers, he’ll stand and watch by the door.  “Here,” He finally speaks up and walks towards you. Bending down onto his knees in front of you, he takes the coin from your fingers and holds it in his own, “let me help you.” “I can do it Con-” “Just, please.” He picks up your hand and rubs his thumb against your hot skin before showing you the pattern that the coin should go between your fingers. You look down at your fingers, your heart seemingly beating so hard that you can hear it in your ears. Picking up your hands, he kisses them and reminds you, “Keep them relaxed. You’re too tense. The coin needs to flow between your fingers, as if it’s a part of you.”
• Fixing his tie for him whenever it gets disheveled.
• Connor loves this domestic detail. It has grown on him exponentially since the first time you had done it and now when you reach for it, he habitually tilts his head upwards so you can do it properly. 
• After you finish straightening his tie, you cup his cheek and give him a cute smile which will always get you a tiny kiss to your cheek or to your lips which makes your heart flutter every time, and unbeknownst to him, every time he touches you he can feel himself sinking more and more into the idea of love.

• Relationship Headcanons.
• Kissing Headcanons.
• Elevated. (Oneshot).
• Coin. (Headcanon/Oneshot).
• Empathy. (Headcanon).
• Headcanon.
• Bare Boned Emotions. (NSFW Oneshot.)

THE LAST OF US PART II (06.19.20) — Scenery

I can’t let Asav get that tusk. No… No we can’t.

Thanks, Jane Goodall.

Know of any selfish dickheads who might be in need of a partner?