#connor requests

[dawndauce]

sketched some shenanigans before doing your prompts

[hotkeyliimepies]

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

After reading your thing on Yan!YoungJustice x MagicUser!Reader I got an idea.

Scenario where in the middle of a training exercise (or maybe out in the field?) Reader is doing a spell and all that, y’know?

But then Kid Flash (Wally) trips and falls flat on his face in a miserable display, and Reader just loses all focus on their spell, despite being in the middle of a battle, and just… bursts out laughing at Wally.

Like, a genuine laugh, the kind that has you wheezing for breaths. Maybe they were even floating in the air when doing the spell and they fall without care as they laugh at Wally’s expense.

From 🪼

Yandere young Justice x magician! Reader

The air crackled with energy as you floated above the team, your eyes closed in concentration. The battle raged below you, but to you, it was little more than a distraction—a necessary annoyance. Your hands moved in a fluid, practiced motion, drawing sigils in the air as you muttered an incantation under your breath. You were far above the chaos, detached, focused entirely on the magic at your fingertips.

The rest of the team was doing their part—Wally zipped around the field, darting in and out of combat with a grin plastered on his face, his usual energy never seeming to wane. Artemis was steady with her arrows, Connor was keeping a watchful eye, and Robin was darting from one target to another, his movements precise. Yet, none of them were enough to distract you. You were the only one who didn't seem to be feeling the adrenaline, the only one unaffected by the clash of powers below.

That was, until—

Wally tripped. It wasn’t just a stumble or a slip. No, it was a full-on faceplant. His legs flew out from under him, and in a miserable display of grace, he tumbled forward, his arms flailing helplessly before his face met the ground with a wet smack. His mask tilted sideways, revealing a mix of confusion and mild embarrassment.

And suddenly, you were lost.

The spell you had been weaving evaporated like smoke in the wind, the sigils vanishing into nothingness as you burst out laughing—genuine, uncontrollable laughter. It started small, just a chuckle, but then it grew. Your chest heaved, your laughter shaking you so much that you could barely stay in the air. You felt weightless, utterly carefree, as the sight of Wally, sprawled and hopeless on the ground, consumed you.

Your laughter was loud, too loud for the battlefield, and it made the others stop in their tracks. Even Wally, now sitting up and rubbing his nose, couldn’t help but chuckle weakly, but he was still painfully aware of your gaze. He was used to being the one who made others laugh with his antics, but this time—this time, he was the one being laughed at.

And you? You could barely stop laughing. You let yourself fall from the air, no longer caring about the battle or the magic you had been controlling. You landed with a soft thud, still giggling so hard that your sides ached. You didn’t even bother to hold it back, letting the joy of the moment flow freely.

“Wally,” you gasped between laughs, your voice catching in your throat, “You’re a disaster.”

The team stood frozen for a moment, processing what had just happened. Robin blinked, confused by the sudden outburst. You never laughed. Not like that. He stared at you, his mind racing. It wasn’t just that you laughed—it was how easily it had come. You, who had always been so detached, so distant. To see you so utterly disarmed, so... human, was an odd feeling. And though Robin was trying to maintain his usual calm composure, a strange twinge of jealousy flickered within him.

Wally, still recovering from his humiliating fall, smiled sheepishly. “Okay, okay, laugh it up. But hey, I’m the fastest, right? I’ll get the last laugh.”

But the others? The others were a little more concerned than they let on.

Artemis crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed. She didn’t show it, but there was something about seeing you laughing at Wally—laughing, full stop—that made something stir inside her. Was she annoyed? Or maybe... was she jealous? She shook it off, but the thought lingered, an unexpected twist in her chest.

Kaldur, calm and steady as ever, looked at you with a subtle shift in his gaze. He had seen the way you kept yourself apart, always in your own world, never truly engaging with the team. To see you let go, even if just for a moment, was... startling. And yet, he found himself drawn to that side of you. He didn’t want to admit it, but there was something in that laugh that he wished he could see again. That was a side of you no one ever got to see. He could feel the weight of that moment, and in the pit of his stomach, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to you than just the distant, untouchable magic-user they all knew.

Conner’s eyes darkened, just a fraction. He wasn’t angry, not exactly. But there was something... wrong, about Wally being the cause of your laughter. He should’ve been the one to bring that out of you. He would have been the one to make you smile like that, if only you had let him in. But no—Wally, of all people, got that reaction. The thought gnawed at him, though he tried to bury it. Still, as he turned his attention back to the mission, the feeling wouldn’t go away.

M'gann, ever empathetic, watched you with a strange mixture of relief and longing. She had always seen the potential for something more behind your distant exterior. But this—this laugh—was the most human she’d seen you in a long time. It made her heart ache to see you so carefree, so real. She wanted to know more, to understand why this moment had broken through that wall you had built around yourself. But a part of her, a selfish part, couldn’t help but wish that she had been the one to make you laugh like that. That she had been the one to break through.

But Wally? Wally just shrugged it off, still grinning through the embarrassment. “Guess I’m just too good at making things entertaining,” he said, brushing himself off.

You looked at him, still chuckling softly, your breath uneven. “You’re so fucking stupid” you replied, finally starting to regain your composure.

But in the back of your mind, you knew something had shifted. You had given them all a glimpse of who you really were, if only for a moment. And even if they didn’t say it, the way they were all watching you now, their expressions just a little more intense, a little more focused, told you that you’d made an impact.

And somehow, you didn’t mind at all.

[angelnicknelson]

[buffonias]

Carla + cupping Lisa's face when she kisses her ♡

[carlaconnors]

CORONATION STREET | December 31, 2024

[samishin]

Hi!!! I have a silly lefthanded drawing request!!

Can you draw sixty with a thirium caprisun loudly and obnoxiously slurping it like an 8yo dead set on annoying everyone in a 15 foot radius? Just being a complete and utter nuisance?

Thank youuu!! Love your art 💙💙💙

Sorry this took so long, I had a vision✨

also I used my right hand for the bubbles because I didn't wanna rewrite them a million times XD;;

[tomwambsgays]

just compiling all the connor and gavin stuff i drew so far (it's mostly connor finally getting revenge after the shit gavin did to him)

[samgirard]

└ three first overalls | can vs. usa | 2.20.25

[matchpointfaist]

can we pls get more connor…

connor murphy x cheerleader! reader

this is short i just couldn’t stop thinkin of them! tw for smut, angsty connor, they’re both in college so everyone’s of age!

you weren’t sure how it started, this whole thing between you and connor, weren’t sure where the lines between being acquainted blurred into whatever the two of you were now. he’d transferred to your university halfway through your freshman year, looking every bit the dark, brooding type. you wouldn’t have noticed him, really, if it weren’t for his eyes. half blue, half brown, the most intriguing thing you’d ever seen. you pondered it, distantly, as he had you pushed against the wall of the stock room closet, his hands slipped underneath the top of your cheer uniform, cool against your back. his lips were on yours, warm and insistent, kissing you with an urgency you’d never felt before him.

“games in twenty minutes,” you panted as he drug his lips down to your throat, “need to go soon,” “oh, fuck your game,” he mumbled, and you could practically feel him rolling his eyes, “should just skip it, for once,” “you know i can’t do that,” you argued, shivering as his hands slipped further down, one grabbing at you through your skirt. “yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, kissing just below your ear, “wouldn’t wanna let down all your minions,” “don’t be an asshole,” you exhaled, bringing a hand up to run it through his hair, “we gotta stop, con, can’t go out there all out of breath like this,” “no fun,” he hummed, grinning against your skin. “i’ll come to your dorm later,” you said without thinking, the offer hanging heavy in the air. that was one of the rules of this little arrangement- no real feelings, no going to each others dorms, no meeting each others friends. they’d all three been his idea, and he’d refused to elaborate. he’d never admit it to you, but it felt easier to do this than to risk rejection, risk this little thing between you falling apart as soon as you introduced outside influences. so he kept you all to himself, settling for the pretty little sounds you made in the privacy of empty classrooms, or closets, or under the bleachers. wherever he could get you, really.

he hesitated, holding his breath before finally just nodding, “yeah, yeah. fine, you can come over,” you ignored the way he said it, like he was doing you a favor, opting to pull him back down to kiss him again, smiling against his lips. “gotta go,” you murmured between kisses, “really, gotta go,” “god, fine,” he sighed, pulling away and helping you smooth out your uniform, “your lipstick is smudged,” “yeah, i think half of it’s on your face,” you teased, pulling out your phone and lipstick tube to touch it up. he wiped the corner of his mouth, smiling to himself as his fingertip came away bright red. “see you after the game,” you smiled, kissing his cheek and ignoring his groan of protest as you left yet another lipstick stain. he’d never tell you, never own up to it, but he watched all of your games. he hated football, hated crowds, but it all melted away when he watched you cheering, a wide smile on your lips. knowing that you’d been kissing him only minutes prior only added to the satisfaction he got from watching you, a little added bonus, just for him.

after the game, he headed straight to his dorm, cleaning it as fast as he could and changing into something comfortable enough to lounge around in. you knocked on the door an hour later, standing out in the hallway in shorts and a hoodie, no makeup and your hair down, more beautiful than he’d ever seen you. “hey,” you smiled up at him, “long time no see,” he rolled his eyes, but smiled anyway, moving to the side to let you through the door. “do you smoke?” he asked, watching idly as you glanced around his room, sitting on the very edge of his bed. you nodded, halfway surprised him, “weed, yeah, not cigarettes,” “thanks for the clarification,” he mumbled, sitting down at the head of the bed, rolling a joint as you continued to glance around.

“jesus, will you come here?” he sighed after a few minutes of silence, unable to take it anymore. you looked surprised, but nodded anyway, climbing into his lap when he pat the spot on his thigh, “couldn’t wait, huh?” you teased, kissing his jaw. “mhm,” he hummed, reaching around you to finish rolling, “you wanna get high with me?” you nodded, kissing down his neck, his skin warm under your lips. he pulled back when he finished, fishing a lighter from his pocket and leaning back on his elbows to light it, watching you as your eyes focused on the joint tucked between his lips. he exhaled, the smoke casting a haze over your figure, your hips twitching slightly in what could‘ve been his imagination. he held it out to you, between his thumb and index finger, nearly groaning as you wrapped your lips around the paper, inhaling deeply. “pretty,” he mumbled, holding onto any restraint he had left, “you like it?” “mhm,” you nodded, waiting until he took another hit before sliding off of his lap, settling into the floor in front of him. “what’re you-“ he trailed off as he felt you tug down his sweatpants, sucking in a breath when you trailed your lips over the tent in his boxers, his pulse racing.

“oh, fuck,” he exhaled as you pulled his boxers down too, kissing over his hipbones, all the way down to the base of his cock, your lips leaving a trail of goosebumps behind, “hey, you don’t have to-“ “shh, want to,” you murmured, glancing up at him through your lashes as you took him into your mouth, his eyes rolling back at the feeling. his free hand came to the back of your head, holding it gently, trying to keep his hips from bucking into your mouth any further. you blinked up at him, watching as he rested the joint between his lips, the sight only adding to the neediness swirling through your veins. his fingers tightened in your hair, quiet moans leaving him as you took him deeper, nudging the back of your throat. “fuck, i’m gonna-“ you pulled away at that, a trail of spit from your lips to his skin catching his eye, “not yet,”

“come here,” he pulled you up from the floor, discarding the joint on his nightstand, pulling off your clothes in a flurry of movement between kisses, “never fucked you in a bed before. bet you’re gonna feel even better,” the words sent a jolt to your core, a soft whine leaving your lips as he pulled you back into his lap, nothing separating you now. he leaned back against the headboard, his hands on your hips as he slowly slid you down onto his cock, watching your every reaction. “oh, connor,” you threw your head back, your nails scraping at his chest as he bottomed out inside you, “oh, god that’s good,” “yeah?” he was so full of desire he thought he might choke on it, his voice hoarse with need, “you look so pretty,”

he kept his hands planted firm on your hips as you rode him, watching the way you moved, the way your lips rounded around moans. “come on, come for me,” he panted, desperate to watch the familiar sight, one hand falling to trace circles on your clit. it didn’t take much before you were finishing with a shudder, your head falling to his chest. he fucked you through it, tilting your chin up to kiss you again, his grip on you tightening the closer he got. “so close,” he mumbled against your lips, “god, you feel so fucking good,” you clenched around him, still twitching from your own release, and that tipped him over the edge. he held you tight enough to bruise as he came, thrusting fast and erratic, a string of moans leaving his lips and muffling into yours. “god,” he caught his breath, pulling you down to nestle your face in his neck, “you’re so good,”

“that was much better than in a closet,” you murmured into his shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss to the skin, “don’t you think?” “mm, you feel good anywhere,” he ran his fingertip down your spine, trying to ignore how real this all felt, having you here like this, “you could stay over, if you wanted,” “yeah?” you leaned back, shifting on his lap to look at him, surprised, “that’s not too much?” “nah, it’s not a big deal,” he shrugged, like it wasn’t the most important thing he’d done, deciding to let you in, “we can get coffee before class or something,” “yeah?” you lit up at that, even more so, “you’re gonna hang out with me in public?” your tone was teasing, but he could feel the underlying tension, the hurt that you’d pushed aside. “yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes, attempting to play it off, “come on, let’s clean up. i’m tired,”

he let you wear his shirt to bed, let you curl up into his chest and fall asleep like you belonged there, let himself run his fingers through your hair until he fell asleep himself. the next morning, he took you to coffee as promised, let you ask all sorts of questions about his personal life that he swore he’d never tell you. he knew if he wasn’t careful, he’d let himself fall in love with you. that was an issue for later, though. for now, he’d just admire you from across the cafe table, smiling like it was the only place you’d want to be; and maybe it was.

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[dawndauce]

Connor watching SpongeBob for the first time?

hmm I wonder why

[hotkeyliimepies]

Connor the android sent by Cyberlife: the new Nightguard.

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

yandere!young justice x magician and sorcerer!reader

BUUUUUUUUUT,the readed is a part of the team,however,shows no interest in them,and it just there because she kinda just has to,and no matter how much they try to get her attention,she never gives them any of it.

(I love your writing btw😼)

Yandere! Young Justice x magician! Reader

The Cave was quiet, as it always was at night, the hum of machines and distant murmurs of the world outside barely touching the stillness that clung to the mountain like a second skin. In this isolated hollow, surrounded by the cool stone walls, you could hear your own thoughts—the whisper of spells, the pulse of magic, the unspoken words you chose not to say.

You never had to explain yourself here, never had to wear the mask of pleasantries or pretend you cared about anything more than the mission. The others, they didn’t understand. They couldn’t, not really. You weren’t like them, never had been. You didn’t need the comfort of their companionship. You didn’t want their attention, their curiosity, or their pity.

And yet, they tried.

Conner was always watching. A silent presence, brooding and intense, always lingering in the background, his eyes following your every movement. He never asked questions—no, that wasn’t his style. Instead, he observed, the way a predator watches its prey, calculating, waiting. He never made an effort to speak, not in the way Wally did with his incessant jokes or M'gann with her quiet warmth. Conner was patient, cold, waiting for something to crack, for something to change.

His silence was a constant reminder. He didn’t need to speak; you could feel his presence, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you, always at the edge of your vision, always waiting.

It was unsettling, but you never let it show.

Wally was a different story altogether. His energy was like a crackling fire, unpredictable, always bouncing from one thing to the next. He couldn’t sit still, couldn’t leave you be. "Come on," he would say, leaning over your shoulder as you worked on a spell, his grin wide and carefree. "Show me something cool. You know you’ve got some crazy magic tricks up your sleeve."

His insistence was always accompanied by that grin of his, mischievous and bright, as though his charm could draw you out of your shell. But you never did. You never gave him the satisfaction of seeing you smile, never let him see you as more than just another teammate. It wasn’t his fault—he was just trying to make the team feel more like a family. But you didn’t care about family. You didn’t care about any of them.

“I’m busy,” you’d say, dismissing him with a flick of your hand, returning to your spell. And Wally, ever the optimist, would laugh and zip away, the sound of his footsteps echoing as he left you to your silence.

But it wasn’t enough for him, no. His persistence was a thing of legend. Sometimes you’d catch him watching you, his gaze fixed, a question burning in his eyes. "Why are you always like this?" he seemed to ask with every look. But he never voiced it. Instead, he’d turn away, hoping that somehow, eventually, you’d change your mind.

Then there was Robin. The dark and silent watcher. He knew how to stay in the shadows, how to be everywhere without being seen. His presence was like the night itself—always there, always watching, never truly gone. Robin was the most subtle of them all. He never asked outright; instead, he would drop little comments, observations that always felt like a puzzle, like he was trying to figure you out, piece by piece.

"You know, you could talk to us more," he’d say, casually leaning against the wall as he watched you work. His tone was light, almost playful, but you could sense the undercurrent of something more—something deeper. “We don’t bite, you know.”

You didn’t respond. Of course, you didn’t. The only response he got was the steady flick of your fingers over the spellbook, the quiet hum of magic filling the space between you. He didn’t try to get too close, not like Wally or M'gann, but his eyes never stopped tracking you, always measuring, always calculating. Robin was patient, the kind of person who knew that some things took time, that some people had walls that needed to be broken down slowly.

And you? You weren’t going to let him.

M'gann was the opposite. Her presence was always warm, soft, inviting. She would sit beside you, her legs tucked under her, her eyes wide with curiosity. "You know," she would say with that gentle voice of hers, "I could help you with your spells. I can be a good study partner, if you ever need one."

Her kindness wasn’t forced, never had been. It was natural for her, as natural as breathing. She wasn’t like the others who were driven by some sense of duty or curiosity. No, M'gann’s attention was genuine, a quiet offer of companionship. She was the one who tried to reach you without asking, without expecting anything in return.

But you didn’t need help. You didn’t need her to reach you. And so, you’d quietly decline, giving her nothing more than a polite smile before returning to the words in your book, the pages filled with symbols that had no need for her warmth.

And then there was Artemis. The sharp, straightforward one. She didn’t waste time on subtlety. Her approach was always direct, blunt, like a sharp blade that never hesitated. "You don’t have to be so closed off, you know," she’d say, her voice a mix of irritation and something else. It was hard to tell with Artemis—her eyes were always guarded, her emotions always hidden behind a wall of indifference. "We’re all in this together."

She had a point, of course. But you didn’t care. You didn’t care about being “in it together.” You had your own path to follow, and they weren’t a part of it. You didn’t need to explain that to her, or to anyone. So, you’d give her a nod, a brief acknowledgment that wasn’t really an acknowledgment, and move on with your work.

Kaldur was the calm one, the quiet one. His respect for you was obvious, but it never crossed the line into anything more. He would offer you a nod as he passed, his gaze soft, his presence steady like the water he controlled. He didn’t push you the way the others did. He didn’t try to break down your walls. He simply respected them, kept his distance, and allowed you to be as you were.

But even Kaldur had moments when his gaze would linger on you, just a second too long, like he was waiting for you to finally open up, to let him see more than the cold silence you kept locked behind your eyes.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Enough for you to feel the weight of their gaze, the quiet pressure of their attention. They thought they understood you. They thought that if they just tried enough, kept reaching out, eventually, you’d let them in.

But you wouldn’t.

In the midst of their attempts, you kept your distance, always lost in the pages of your spells, your incantations, the quiet hum of power that thrummed beneath your fingertips. They were drawn to you, like moths to a flame, their fascination burning just beneath the surface of their words, their glances, their actions.

But you would remain untouched. You would keep your secrets locked away, your magic a barrier between you and the world they wanted to draw you into.

They didn’t understand it, not really. They couldn’t. You were not like them. You didn’t need what they offered. You didn’t need to be a part of their team, their family, their world. You were the silent watcher, the one who kept their distance while they reached out, always hoping that something would change.

But it wouldn’t.

You weren’t there for them. You were there because you had a purpose, one that had nothing to do with them, nothing to do with the team, and nothing to do with any of their quiet, unspoken obsessions. You would remain distant, and they would keep trying, never understanding why you remained so cold, so unreachable.

And that, for now, was enough.

(A/n: thank you kind fellow fur🤭😽)

[febwarry24]

ratonhnhaké:ton with a flower crown for the art requests pretty pls 🥺

Note to self: learn how to draw flowers and also connor too

[buffonias]

Carla looking at Lisa like she hung the moon & stars