Murphy - Tumblr Posts
Bull

Fandom: The 100
Character: John Murphy, reader
Rating: T
Warnings: none
Summary: Don’t touch Murphy’s neck.
“Zip up your jacket,” barks Clarke. “You’ll catch a cold, Murphy.”
He rolls his eyes, tossing her a vaguely annoyed glance as you try to figure out if you should laugh or make him listen to Clarke.
“Let me think about it.” Murphy pauses, rubbing thoughtfully at his chin. “No.”
“Zip it up, John,” growls Clarke. She’s been up to her neck in teenagers with the flu, and Clarke sure as hell doesn’t want to take care of Murphy. You don’t blame her: Murphy in a bad mood isn’t fun.
He unzips his jacket completely and walks past her into the forest, smirking at Clarke as he passes her. Bellamy immediately storms after him, shoving him around and grabbing the zipper of his jacket.
“You listen to her when she talks to you,” he snarls, fighting to pull the zipper up when Murphy locks his hands around Bellamy’s wrists and begins to twist.
Clarke immediately steps forward, mouth open, but you’re faster. Wrapping your hands around Murphy’s forearms, you attempt to pry him off of Bellamy, the two guys’ eyes never leaving the other’s.
“Jesus Christ, can you two grow up for like, two seconds?” you bark. Neither of them move, so you must resort to desperate measures.
Turning to Murphy, who continues to smirk at Bellamy, you take a deep breath and knee him in the family jewels, then whirl around and punt Bellamy’s crotch. The two immediately let go of each other and bend over in pain, Bellamy collapsing into a kneeling position while Murphy falls on all fours. Clarke snorts from behind you, looking anywhere but at the two fallen soldiers in an attempt to stem her laughter.
“This is why we play nice and listen to the people in charge,” you retort, slightly pissed that they’d ignored you just a few seconds ago. Turning to Clarke, you can’t help but grin. “Ready to pick some plants?” She nods, cheeks dimpling ever so slightly.
“Whatever you say.”
Murphy was quiet.
He was quieter than he normally was, not a single snarky remark falling from two tightly-pressed lips. Everyone else had gone to bed, making the silence even louder. You shifted against his side, looking away from the fire up at his face.
“If you’re pissed that I destroyed your dick, I’m sorry.” The corner of his lip twitched, but he didn’t move his gaze form the bonfire.
“Kinkier than I thought you were.”
“Oh, you don’t even know.”
“Out of the two of us, I know you better than you know you,” he responds, sounding somewhat tired.
“Bull.” Time to bring out his sass. You’ve just set yourself up for a snark-filled ass kicking, but he ignores your bait.
“God bless you,” he responds blandly.
“Murphy?” He glances down at you, eyes half-closed like he’s about to fall asleep on you. “I know why you didn’t want to zip up your jacket.”
“Yeah, because Clarke’s a control freak who needs to learn personal space.”
“Funny. No, it’s because it feels like you’re being hanged again. Not bull.”
He’s quiet again, but his eyes are wide open now and blankly stare at the flames. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes before you gently kiss the base of his neck, ignoring him as he jerks away from your touch, and make your way into your tent.
Lying down, you close your eyes and roll onto your side. Murphy’s always been a loner, and never really was one to share his feelings. You’d kind of started a friends with benefits thing with him, but it had fizzled out into being friends again, which meant less talking between the two of you.
Yawning, you jumped as you felt someone lie down next to you. Turning around, you locked gazes with Murphy, who was wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest, mumbling something unintelligible.
“Oh, what was that?” you asked innocently. He glanced unamusedly at you.
“You’re more intelligent that you look.”
“Gee, thanks,” you snarked, rolling your eyes as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck. Ignoring his sudden stiffening, you gently kissed the hollow of his throat, fingers tracing his collarbone.
After a few minutes, his breathing slowed, so you curled your arm around his waist and pressed your face into the base of his neck,
“G’night, Murphy.” His lips brushed over the top of your head as your eyes began to droop.
“Y/N?” You open your eyes. This was it. This was the shining moment in which he’d confess a deep secret to you as the result of your kindness and empathy you’d continually expressed towards him. Murphy would blossom into a beautiful flower, you could just see it as his eyes widened-
“I’ll eat you out if you want.”
“Murphy!”
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I CANT STOP WATCHING THIS EDIT ITS SO AAGAHHHHHHHHRT, AND THE WAY HE HOLDS THE GUN AND THE THE EJWKWJEJEJEJWJQAHSHSHSSHA
Eclectic Bedroom - Guest

Example of a large eclectic guest medium tone wood floor and brown floor bedroom design with white walls

murphys stained glass art was a pain to do, a fun, joyous pain like the lovable killing machine himself, at least i finished it before i start junior year in exactly a week from now
(murphy belongs to CyrilTheWizard/Craig Munro)
Me is an animal
Margrets and animal

Horse
hey emo boy ;)


the dark knight (2008) dir. christopher nolan





Cillian Murphy ━ PEAKY BLINDERS, portraying Thomas Shelby.
the show first started in September of 2013 and is still an ongoing series.

"Adorably small"
I just wanted to note their height difference, remember Juliette is the smallest part of your classroom, but I colored more XP and also ... because until now he had not drawn with Murphy, so now I do Murphy and Juliette are now more than friends XD I hope you like it!
Murphy is owned by Samanta2002 Juliette is my property
En Español:
"Adorablemente pequeña"
Solo quería hacer notar su diferencia de altura, recuerden Juliette es la más pequeña de su salón, pero se me emocione de más XP y también... porque hasta hoy no la había dibujado junto a Murphy, así que ahora lo hago Murphy y Juliette ahora son más que amigos XD espero les guste!
Murphy es propiedad de Samanta2002 Juliette es propiedad mía

En Español: Aquí
Murphy: I will not let you escape now, little rabbit.
Juliette: W-Was it a trap, Mr. Wolf? –she says, blushing.
Murphy: Bingo *gives her kisses on the neck *
Juliette: Kya! -she shivers in surprise and blushing.
Murphy: * laughs a little and bites gently *
Juliette: Ah...! -she gasps and covers her mouth in embarrassment.
Murphy: I did not hurt the bunny, did I?
Juliette: N-No! -blushes- the thing this... I'm embarrassed to make those sounds...
Murphy: * laugh * then I'll stop, neglect.
Juliette looks down.
Juliette: D-Do not stop... please – she says blushing- I... like it.
Murphy: Miss that shy look you have * kisses her on the cheek *
Juliette: Well... you make shy this bunny Mr. Wolf –smile slightly.
Murphy: * kisses her on the lips *
Juliette responds, letting herself be carried away by the sensation of his kiss.
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Continuation of this drawing and its response
It's not Christmas anymore, but I had to draw it.
I loved that part of the role, I just loved it
I hope you like it
Have a nice day!
Juliette is my property
Murphy is owned by Samantha2002

Bedroom Loft-Style in St Louis
John Murphy-Please
Warnings: Blood, Bullet wound, Y/N instead of Raven(2x01-The 48), Mostly inspired by the original script, All Rights to The 100cw.
Words: 1,4k

[Flashback]
“Come on, get in here.” Raven whispered to me. We were under the dropship, trying to save Bellamy from Murphy. Jasper was resting, so the second engineer had to come in. And that would be me.
“Okay, so those wires should open the door, but with the wires from the solar panels, they’re gonna be hot.” I breathed to her; she gave me her I’m not stupid look. “Sorry.”
We started working on the wires, until one of the wires burned my hand. I yelped and looked at Raven. She quickly got out to talk to Clarke. I heard Murphy shout and pull the trigger. I screamed as I felt a bullet hit me in my hip. Even though the pain was terrible, I finally finished pulling out the wires, making the dropship door open.
I walked out, applying pressure on my wound.
“Y/N!” I heard Finn say, before I fell unconscious.
[Present time]
I heard a sound coming from outside the door. I was bleeding out from the inside, but I guess I could still pull a trigger. A grounder walked through the ship, probably looking for parts. Without wasting a second, I pulled the trigger on the grounder. Another sound popped up, still coming from the same direction. I kept the gun close to my face, until a familiar face came through the door.
“W- whoa! It's okay. It's okay, Y/N, don't. Don't shoot. Please.” Murphy raised his hands in defense. I still held the gun in my hands.
“Why not? You shot me.” Even though we were friends on the Ark, a lot has changed since we got on the ground. He tried to kill Bellamy, one of the only family figures that I had. I pulled the trigger, but I didn’t have any ammo.
“Yeah, I would’ve shot me too.” He said, sitting down by a wall.
“What are you doing here, Murphy?” I asked him, feeling the pain run though my veins.
“Dying. Same as you.”
“Speak for yourself. How many more are out there?”
“None. You fried them all. The only reason this one survived is because they left him behind to guard me.”
All of a sudden, I couldn’t breathe. Blood raised higher into my throat, making me cough.
“Y/N. Lie on your side. Lie on your side. Come on.” I tried pushing him away, but he wouldn’t budge. “Fine, then just roll over yourself. Get down on your side. You’re okay. It’s all good.” He wiped the blood from my mouth and rubbed my arm softly.
“Why are you helping me?” I asked him, tears floating over my eyes.
“I don’t wanna die alone.”
“You know, if you hadn’t become such a dick, you could’ve earned me back.” I told him, as he fixed his leg. I was the former doctor with Clarke, but I could tell from where I laid that he wouldn’t die from his injury.
“I’m sorry for shooting you, but I’m not sorry for trying to get justice on my behalf.”
“You knew that if you killed Bellamy, you would never get me back. You tried to get revenge, because I pushed you away when I was hurting. Instead, you’re killing me.”
"That’s not true. Bellamy got this on himself. If I had wanted you dead, you’d already be dead right now. He deserved it. They all did.” He spat at me, hurt showed in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, that they strung you up; I tried to convince them that it wasn’t you. Murphy, we’ve known each other for years, and even though you acted all though, I knew that there was still a real human heart underneath. I cut the rope that was strangling you. I knew that the John Murphy, that I grew up with, was still inside the man I looked on the ground.”
He was speechless.
“I loved you, John. I fought for you, and you didn’t notice. Not for a second.”
After what seemed an eternity, I felt dizzy.
“Y/N?” My head hit the ground. “Y/N!”
[Murphy’s POV]
I ran to her side, pulled her head onto my lap, and looked at her with regret.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please don’t die, I love you. Just wake up. Please. I don’t want you to die, come on!” I cried, holding her.
“What happened to her!” Abby appeared in the ship.
“I shot her. I didn’t mean to, I swear. She’s dying.” I told Abby; my sore eyes dropped with tears.
“It’s okay, we’ll help her.” The guards took her from my arms, placed her into a stretcher.
Abby asked me what happened and Bellamy came into my sight.
“Bellamy. You're- you're alive.” I walked to him before he tackled me to the ground.
“You murdering son of a bitch!” He punched me a couple of times.
“Bellamy, get off of him!” I heard Y/N say.
She’s still alive.
[Time Skip]
[Y/N’s POV]
I got back to Camp Jaha, injured and barely hanging on. They got me into medical, and I saw John going somewhere, with Bellamy. I mumbled the same thing in my periods of consciousness.
John.
Abby woke me up, and she was there with her apprentice, Jackson.
“Hi sweetheart. How are you feeling?”
“Awesome.”
“She’s lying.” Finn walked through the medical door.
“Abby, I know that face, just spit it out.” Abby was standing there, worry in her face.
“The bullet is still shifting, that’s why you’re in pain. I was hoping it would stabilize by now.”
“So, can you take it out?” I asked her, feeling the weakness running through my body.
“Y/N, we need to talk about that. The bullet is pressing on your spine. If we leave it in, you'll live, but you'll never walk again.”
“And take it out?” I responded with worry coming in my heart.
“The surgery could kill you. We have no equipment; we have no anesthesia.”
“But will I walk again?” A tear escaped my eye.
“Maybe, but you'd be awake the whole time. You’d feel everything.”
“Okay, sign me up.” Finn was staring at me; he was like a brother to me.
“Y/N, you could die.” Finn walked closer to us.
“Finn, in space, I wouldn’t need my legs. Down here, I do.” I looked at Abby.
“Take it out”
[Time skip]
“We’re almost ready.” Abby whispered in my ear.
Finn was sitting by me, taking my hand in his.
“Do you want me to stay?” I shook my head; I didn’t want him to see me this way.
He sat up. Abby told him to stay close, in case I would need anything. They clipped the belt over my waist and I felt the scalpel draw closer into my skin.
“Stop!” A few tears escaped my eyes. “I need John. I need him.”
“John Murphy? He shot you, Y/N.” Jackson lowered himself to face me.
“I don’t care, please. I need John. I can’t do this without him.” He nodded, looked at Abby, telling him to come and get him.
A few minutes had passed and they both walked into the doorway.
[John’s POV]
Jackson told me that she had asked for me, just before going into surgery.
“John?” Y/N asked with the shakiest voice that I’ve ever heard her talk.
“Hey” I walked to her, sat, and took her hand. “What are they doing to you?”
“We’re taking the bullet out. Murphy, we need to start.” Abby responded, instead of her.
“Y/N, I shot you, why do you even want me here?” Squeezing her hand, tighter.
“I forgive you, John. I understand now. I get how you felt, being strung up for nothing. I just need you here. I love you.” She told me, barely hanging on to reality.
“I love you, too. You need to hang on for me.” I stroked her hair with my other hand. “Okay? I can’t lose you.” She nodded and I nodded back at Abby. “She’s ready.”
Abby started the surgery. She started screaming, sobbing, and squeezing my hand tightly. I stroked her hair and helped her breathe with me. I remembered how she helped me breathe after Bellamy hung me. Watching her in pain, seeing how she felt right now, only remembered me of how I felt in the grounder’s prison camp.
I fought through it, thinking of her; having the idea of seeing her again, made me survive.
She has to make it.
I swear to God, I can’t lose her.
Not again.
John Murphy - Runaway
Warnings: Mention of blood, crazy!Jaha, panic attacks, claustrophobia, injuries, slight mention of depress!on and su!c!cal intentions
Words: 1.7k

“Tell me, which type of crazy isn’t enough for you?” I screamed at the delusional Jaha.
“Your promised land sucks!” John replied to Jaha.
Jaha may not have been the best chancellor on the Ark, but the least he could’ve done is being human. He threw Craig at the beast for bait, and now he expects us to follow his ass into the middle of nowhere? Hell no.
John was laying on the shore, holding his bleeding arm tight against him. I kept my gaze towards the flying thing in the sky. My gaze finally changed back to the poor teen laying by my side. I walked toward him, lowered myself to the ground and placed my hand on his, trying to get him to face me. As I did, he flinched at my touch. He looked at me as if he had never before; his blue eyes shone brighter than ever, his dry and dirty skin, plastered with blood.
I slowly took back his hand and took his arm. I looked into his eyes, making sure I didn’t give him more pain than he already was in. Watching him, being in pain, killed me. I know he; John Murphy wasn’t the kindest person on Earth, but he was still human.
[Flashback]
John Murphy.
We met on the Ark, in class, like normal teenagers would. When we had chemistry class, he would always pass me notes. He would write me a cheesy chemistry related pick-up line like «Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you're CuTe». It was a habit of him to flirt with girls all the time, but I was never the one to judge him. I was the shy, private girl that you would hang out in the cafeteria, because you’d need my notes for class. John was the first one to see through that shy image.
Once, I had forgotten my homework in study group, and he was kind enough to give it to me. He knocked on my station door while I was practicing my self defense skills, I opened up the door, looking rough and sweaty, he looked at me with his stupid smirk on his face.
“What do you want?” Looking at him, out of breath.
“Someone’s looking hot.” As he gave me his signature smug and charming effect.
“Thanks, Murphy. Can I help you with something?” He looked at me up and down, as I placed two fingers under his chin, tilting it up.
“You forgot your homework in class, so I wanted to give it to you.” He handed it to me, achieving an honest smile from him.
“Thank you, it’s very kind of you.” I responded, returning him his smile.
“I’ll see you then, Y/N.” “Yeah, see ya.” As we finished our conversation, I closed the door behind me, hiding the blush from my cheeks.
I held onto the door for few seconds, smiling widely.
“How is he so cute?” I thought to myself.
His wincing caught me awake.
“Sorry.” I wrapped the piece of cloth tight around his forearm. I offered him my hand, helping him up on his feet.
As he took my hand, I placed his arm around my shoulder, helping him get enough support.
I snapped my head toward John, but he was looking at something else. I carefully looked where his eyes were and found what he might’ve been staring at. A solar panel? Again?
He walked closer to it and I followed, holding him. I bent down and brushed a few leaves from it. It was in fact an intact solar panel. Just like the ones we saw in the dead zone.
We were both confused but realised that crazy Jaha might’ve been right. As Emori told John; “Go North, follow the light”, she might have given us a major clue to this whole trip.
“Do you hear that?” John asked, walking slowly through the woods.
“Hear what?”
He gave me a sign to follow him where he heard the noise. The noise, that I now heard, became clearer; it sounded like music. On the Ark and especially not on the ground, we didn’t have music except for random rhythms tapped on buckets. We saw a metallic door with sounds of the muffled music. John looked at me, the door and tried to force it open.
“John, it’s not gonna work.” I murmured loud enough for him to hear.
To my surprise, the door opened.
“Ye of little faith, smartass.” He dramatically spat at me. My eyes rolled far enough to the back of my head as he walked through the door.
The place was dark, but as I observed, the lights smoothly turned on. We both looked at each other, wondering what the hell was going on. John leaded the way, walking down the dark stairs, that led into an underground bunker. The place was warm and clean. It looked just like I imagined when I was a kid.
John practically ran towards the food and opened packets of dried food. He threw one at me, laughing in relief. I did the same, turned around and saw a remote. I clicked on one of the buttons, that opened a video. The music stopped and a man appeared on the flat screen. John took a seat from behind. There was a man, who talked about an A.L.I.E person. After a few minutes, he shot himself. We both stopped breathing, and heard the door close.
“No, no” John ran up the stairs, banged on the doors a few times. “We’re stuck here.”
He got down, walked right by me, and started taking heavy things to take down the door.
“John, stop. You’re gonna hurt yourself. Stop!” I screamed at him from afar.
After a few minutes, he stopped. I watched him slide down on the wall. As much as he acted tough guy around everyone, I knew he got claustrophobic.
[Flashback]
“I’m not letting you go into Skybox alone, okay?” I almost screamed at him, running away from the fire.
Both of us had reasons to hate Jaha; he had floated both of our parents for trying to save their kids. He deserved to feel the pain that we felt. We had both started a fire, in Jaha’s office, right before our curfew; some guard was somehow still awake and was now following us.
He tried to make me go away, so that he would take the blame, but I couldn’t. He was my friend and I’d be better in a cell; with the only family I have left. We turned and were now stuck into a dead end.
“Raise your hands, both of you.” We turned around and looked at the guard. We both got thrown in a cell.
We were in that cell for about a week, they didn’t open the door, just food and water. A day before the guards came, John had a panic attack. He started shaking, crying, and overthinking. After being locked up for so long, ideas started to pop up in his brain.
“John, you, okay?” I asked as he stood up, pacing nervously. He shook his head and tried to breathe.
“Huh, I really don’t like small spaces.” He responded, taking his head in his arms. I sat up, walking closer to him. I know you shouldn’t touch people when they’re having an attack, so I didn’t.
“Deep breaths, okay? Hey, look at me” He snapped his head. “In, and out. Good, one more. In, and out.” He took deep, but shaky breaths. “Do you want me to take your hand, or something?” I proposed him, softly. He nodded, slid down the wall. I reached down besides him and gently took his hand in mine.
The beginning of something more than a friendship.
“John, come down.” He stood up and walked back down the stairs. “We’re gonna get out of here.”
“And how do you know that, huh? How do you expect us to find a way out in this dead end?” He rolled at me, tears forming in his eyes. His breathing accelerated, taking his head in his hand. He kept mumbling a sentence; In, and out.
I used to help him breathe, on the Ark, whenever he was in shock. He sat besides me, keeping his eyes closed. I walked closer to him, crouching to his level. I slowly reached out for his hands, and took them in mine.
I was the only one who could touch him, and with that, he would be soft.
I looked into his furrowed expression, rubbing my thumb on his hand. “In, and out, John. It’ll be okay, we’re smart. You’re smart, so for now, let’s just be in the moment.” He raised his eyes, seeing the pain that has been bottling up for a while.
“Why do you like me?”
“Who says I like you?” I answered, seeing a glimpse of hope in his eyes.
“Come on, Y/N. I’m not that stupid. I’ve seen the way your cheeks blush whenever I’m near you. How you’re the only one who has ever believed in me, in my entire godamn life. I’ve also seen how the way you look at me; like I’m the most important person in your life.”
“John, after my parents got floated, I had no one. In class, I would study my ass off only to distract me of what was really happening. I was really close to giving up, but one day, you came up to me, and that was the first time that I didn’t want to give up on life. You gave me hope, John. And, you kept talking to me, like you knew I was in a bad state, thank you for that. And, yes. I do really like you, John. For all of the good that is in you.” I softly spoke to him, the words aching in my dry throat.
A tear escaped his eye, with a smile growing on his face. I wiped his tear, and placed my hand on his cheek. He leaned closer and placed a soft, yet passionate kiss on my lips. Even though we were covered in blood, dust, and sand; he still had his signature smell. He smelled like berries and warmth. He made me look at him, tilting his head down to reach mine.
“I’m glad you’re still here, love.” It makes me smile; I’ve never cracked an honest smile since we came down here. He placed a soft kiss on my nose.
“I like you too.”