#murphenry
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murphys definitely a dog person lets face it
bonus:
(he named it sprinkles)
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Domestic -MurpHenry-
(just a little something that I am not even proof reading, because I am tired and this is stupid.)
Henry closed the door and locked it behind him. Work was hell and he really only wanted to get home and go to sleep.
"You look tired." Henry looked up to find Murphy leaning against the wall of the foyer, a small smile playing at his lips. "Rough day?"
The other man just laughed and carried him to the couch in the livingroom, sitting down carefully and holding Henry in his lap. "Better?" Henry rolled his eyes, but made no move to get up. Murphy must be the most comfy person-seat ever...
"I don't get how you still think you're too old for me, when you can literally carry me." Murphy set his chin on Henry's head. "What old man could pick up a full grown person without hesitation."
"One that works out." Henry could hear the smile in Murphy's voice, though he couldn't see it. He hoped it was genuine.
"You also have a full head of hair, so..." Henry moved to look up into those dark eyes and run his fingers through the familiar soft hair. "And so stupidly perfect, too. You don't even try." He mumbled.
Murphy chuckled, shaking his head. "And you try too hard. Your hair is fine, even when it's messy." His smile turned a bit mischievous. "Actually, I think I like it better... when it's messy."
Henry's eyes went wide as he was pushed back against the couch, with a rather attractive convict pressing into him... Looking like he was ready to help Henry 'unwind'.
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MurphyxHenry
Henry groaned when he felt the blanket lifted from him, he absolutely despised getting up early, but he knew he had to. It wasn’t every day that your husband became head-warden at a prison, even if Henry HATED that Murphy worked there. He smiled and groaned breathlessly as said-husband used his teeth to completely wake him.
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Domestic MurpHenry w/ Charlie
~!~I'm not held liable for terrible fanfics btw ((YOU SHOOSH, THIS IS ADORABLE!!!~!~
This experience was heavily nerve-racking for Murphy. After renting an indoor pool from the local high school for a ‘party’, Charlie and Henry were slipping beneath the water’s surface into fifteen feet of water.
Murphy was counting, second by second, to make sure Henry and Charlie made it back up without taking a second too long. It took all of Murphy’s restraint to resist jumping in after Charlie and pulling him back up.
Henry he wasn’t worried about. Henry had lungs of steel from twelve years of choral singing. Charlie was Murphy’s main concern.
When Charlie came up after ten dives with a few breaths in between, he was coughing. Henry patted the boy’s back to help him clear his airways.
Murphy nearly ripped the boy from the pool. “Can we stop with the whole diving thing? You both are scaring the hell out of me.”
Henry laughed, pulling Charlie to the shallow side and allowed him to play in the water as he climbed out. “Don’t worry. Charlie is a natural.”
For the remainder of the time they rented for, Henry and Murphy watched Charlie swim himself to the deepest end of the pool and practice holding his breath. Murphy was about to have a panic attack.
That was the day Charlie swore never to take Murphy out in public again- when Charlie’s friends walked by the school to see a full grown man struggling with a ten year old to bring him out of a pool- with a hermit in hysterics from the whole situation.
((THIS IS REALLY ADORABLE OMG THANKS HUN!! ;u; ))
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Murphy x Henry headcanon
Murphy can cook really, really well. When Henry gave him a laptop for Christmas one year, he ended up watching cooking shows and going on recipe websites and searching foodie blogs... Henry, after being a single guy living on his own for years... Really likes this new hobby.
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comfort
Henry woke in the morning with a sore back, a slight headache and a cold side… He sat up quickly, flinching from the ache, to see that his bed was now empty. Before his mind could react, his bedroom door opened and in came Murphy, plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and orange juice in hand.
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soaking
Henry’s face had to be fire-truck red, he was sure of it. It was the first time he had ever showered with anyone else and it was with Murphy, of all people. The water was warm, but his body was on fire as calloused hands touched him much too gently.
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MurpyxHenry Headcanon
Murphy does everything he can to make Henry smile, because he loves that small, rare, but beautiful grin.
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Murphy/Fem!Henry
(Brief mention of female!Walter, too…. Who’s blog I love and adore okay??)
He gently nibbled at her neck, successfully stealing her attention from the world outside the window. She even allowed herself to give him a small smile and a quiet giggle.
“Everything’s going to be alright, Hen.” He mumbled against her neck, hands gently tickling her sides.
“I know.” She said tonelessly. He read through it easily.
He shifted their bodies so she was back down on the couch, a small gasp escaping her lips. “What the hell?”
He nearly laughed at this, but instead shook his head and continued his kisses against the warmth of her neck. “You’re safe, alright? You destroyed… Her…” Better not to mention her name, at least not yet…
Henri’s finger’s laced through his hair, as she tilted her head to grant him more access to her neck. “And if she comes back?” She whispered.
He grunted in reply, gently-but-firmly biting her neck, placing a warm kiss on it as he pulled away. It was definitely going to leave a mark. Murphy smiled. “We’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” He curled against her. “Together.”
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Imagine your OTP cuddling in front of a fire, in a little, run-down cottage somewhere. It’s raining outside, but they’re wrapped up in blankets and warm in eachothers arms. They eventually fall asleep together, Person B snuggled into Person A’s chest.
This is PERFECT for MurphyHenry because they have to run away and hide so Murphy doesn’t get caught an D OH LORD MY BABIES
WHY WOULD YOU SEND THIS TO ME ;;A;;
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The Victim - MurpHenry
Anon: "Could you make a Murphy/Henry with them encountering Henry's victim ghost please?"
((Wrote this at work.... :) Hope you enjoy, though I kinda added my own twist to it.))
He didn’t have time for Walter’s stupid pet ghosts, he had to find Townshend.
The chamber was completely enveloped in darkness, the light from the flashlight seemingly sucked into nothing.
Maybe…
He flipped on the UV light and sure enough, he could see the dark walls, a golden contraption sitting still in a pool of dark liquid.
Murphy turned slightly to the side… A giant monster made him yelp, but it laid still as death.
“The hell?” He didn’t take two steps towards it when a noise that could only be defined as ‘static’ distracted him. And the pain… The pain in his head was debilitating. His heart was racing, pounding in his head and the static wouldn’t stop!
A soft whimper made him jump, turning completely around. It was a figure of a man, hanging in the air and coming towards him slowly. Murphy’s stomach turned.
The figure had no eyes, it’s clothing bloodied and the small carving of ‘2||2|’ just under its neck. The ex-con slowly fell to his knees, finding himself paralyzed by its approaching presence. It was whispering, moaning, whimpering and Murphy couldn’t make out a single word of it.
“Henry…” His heart was in his throat… “I’m sorry… I’m… so sorry…” A searing pain exploded through his body as Victim 21 finally reached him, causing him to lose his voice. A single, chilling hand touched his cheek.
The last thing he heard was the sound of his last scream.
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Imagine your OTP in school and they have never met yet. Person B is walking down the halls, trying to get to class quickly when a bully walks in front of Person B and knocks him/her down, laughing about it. Person A notices this and begins yelling at the bully. The bully laughs and walks away. Person A helps Person B up and they begin spending time together. After class of course!
Can person A be a teacher? Because Murphy being a shop-class teacher and getting into a dangerous relationship with 17 year old Henry would be awesome
//sorry took the cute out and made it into kinkish?//
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PFT Murphy setting the tent on fire. "... Murphy what is that smell?"
Henry takes a picture as Murphy begins freaking out, cussing and trying to put it out with the only blanket they had outside of the tent…. Henry is actually laughing, which makes Murphy all that more grumpy.
He can kiss it better. ;)
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Normal
"Murphy, do you think we will ever be normal again?"
"I don't know, Henry... We just have to try to live like we used to..."
"Will I ever see you again?"
"I don't know Henry. It's better if I go."
"Murphy..."
No response....
"Murphy..."
No response....
"Murphy I'm sorry."
Murphy Pendleton, February 24th, 1983 - May 15, 2013
*Sorry this doesn't make sense I'm really bored and depressed idk so here MurpHenry.*
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AND THEN MY LOVELY HENRY PUTS ANGST IN MY INBOX
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MurphyHenry?
Cupid’s Chokehold
hahaha kidding um…….
idk man, I literally have a playlist for these guys I-….
OH!
Lonely No More - Rob Thomas!
I love that song for them! :D
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FOR SOME REASON I CAN IMAGINE HENRY AND MURPHY ALREADY IN AN ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP AND ONE DAY HENRY ACCIDENTALLY RUNS INTO SOMETHING AND GIVES HIMSELF A BLACK EYE AND HEATHER AND TRAVIS ARE THOSE TWO REALLY CLOSE AND PROTECTIVE FRIENDS OF HENRY AND WHEN THEY FIND OUT THAT HE HAS A BLACK EYE AND HENRY GIVES THEM THE ACTUAL REASON WHY HE HAS IT HEATHER AND TRAVIS GET SUSPICIOUS SO THEY START INTERROGATING MURPHY BECAUSE THEY THINK HE'S HURTING HENRY IN REALITY HENRY ACTUALLY FELL
I CAN’T BREATHE OMFG
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