#henrysport

[tanjo9chris6]

@nik-miro infected me with the henrysport virus. kys but like kiss yourself

[doominhell]

[the-fuzzy-2846]

[malachiterr]

I put only henrysport hashtag, ye

[gravestar-art]

I’ve realised that someone took what I said as that I shipped Henrysport, which I don’t.

There are quite a few things wrong with it, one of the top ones being that there is an actual maturity difference. While Jack IS an adult, he never reached full mental maturity, hence why he is so immature. Meanwhile, Henry has, and is quite a mature guy (or at least can act like it).

Enemies to lovers can be a good trope, but there is a difference between a good one and a bad one. For example, Anne with an E. Gilbert may have called her names and pulled at her hair, but it was forgiven and they improved themselves for a better future.

With Henry and Jack, Jack will never forgive Henry. It is clear that in the bad ending, he hates Henry for killing his sister, for killing his brother, for killing HIM. That is not “forgive and forget”. That is something Jack will remember and forever hold against Henry. Henry actively makes Jack a worse person, and Jack does nothing to improve Henry as a person either.

Jack is nothing but a vessel to Henry, a puppet to use and discard. Dave “forgave” Henry for his abuse because he thought it was love. Jack didn’t grow up the same way as Dave did, and would not think it is love. There is nothing romantic made of it. Any praise Henry gives is a means to further bring Jack into his trap, before pushing him over the edge and discarding him like he was nothing.

[vomitpukey]

dont tell me ur a proshipper...........i liked your posts sm

(henrysport is a proship)

I personally do not identify as a proshipper, I think both sides of the anti vs. proship thing are silly, just blacklist tags and such to avoid seeing that stuff and be respectful if someone asks you not to talk about a certain trope/ship.

That being said, this is my blog. I like to post about my AUs and stuff, one of these being a sorta henrysport redemption thing.

If that makes you uncomfortable, I'd recommend for you to leave. If something on my page triggers you by all means, feel free to block me. You being comfortable matters more than some silly internet person.

Sad to see ya go, Anon, but I understand.

Have a nice day :)

[deceitful-jester]

Jack X Henry Nonsense

I have no idea why I wrote this but I did so here it is {It's rather old AS WELL AS for a ship I don't actually care that much about! Why did I devote the energy to this instead of Helliam like five months ago!?} ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jack staggered up the hill, sipping from his whiskey bottle and muttering. He coughed and spat a glob of blood into the grass, cackling at nothing in particular. He had been out all night looking for trouble and he had succeeded in finding it. He winced, withdrawing his hand from the gash across his midsection and watching the strings of blood drip from his soaked left sleeve. Jack threw the glass bottle hard at the manor that rested on the hill, watching it shatter on the porch stairs, which he promptly scuttled up on all fours like a dying animal. He collapsed with a grunt in front of the door and banged on it a few times. "Open up, ye' degenerative fiend! Every second it takes you to open the door is another I spend laying here covered in my own blood in a drunken stupor, remember that while you take your sweet time!" He called in mock impatience. The door swung open, nearly smacking him in the head, and he stared up in disappointment at Dr. Henry Miller. Jack had forgotten that Dave was going to be out buying groceries for tomorrow's anniversary that evening. He wished they wouldn't make such a big deal out of their marriage - The whole ritual was simply a representation of the transferal of property from one man to another, and Henry's father was dead long before William came into the picture, so it was even more pointless than usual. "Good evening, Mr. Kennedy. I assume you require medical assistance?" Henry asked in his usual, less than pleased tone. "Ladies, gentlemen, and otherwise, we have the great Doctor Henry Miller to thank for this brilliant revelation. Yes, Thot, I need fucking medical attention. Now, would you be so kind as to provide before I bleed out all over your nice house?" Henry chuckled and reached a hand out to Jack. He took Henry's hand and with the help of the Doctor and the wall he managed to get upright. Henry guided him inside and onto one of the couches in the front room of the manor, which was a sort of 'waiting room' with infrequently used but well maintained furniture made several hundred years prior and rather upsetting oil paintings on the walls. Jack always found this room uncomfortable and made sure not to spend very much time in it unless it was unavoidable. "I don't even get to lay on the living room couch? I just get to sit here?" Jack asked. "You would track blood all over the floor. Besides, the more you move the worse you're going to make things for yourself. Now, sit still and let me get the medical kit," Henry responded in amusement. Jack sneered and stretched out on the coach as Henry departed through the doors that led into the actual house. Jack would have resented Henry and Dave for living in such a large, fancy home if it weren't for the fact that The Miller Estate was forced onto them by Henry's eldritch patron. The town The Miller Estate decided to place itself in was also a disaster. Dusthaven was a small town that was comprised primarily of religious zealots and crackers, which certainly did not make for a welcoming environment towards people like the Millers and Mr. Kennedy. Jack was the least openly deviant of the three, but even he had faced several instances of near violent bigotry in Dusthaven regarding his long hair, stature, and foreign accent. Henry returned swiftly with a dish of water and the medical kit. "Took you long enough, Princess," Jack grumbled. Henry smiled sweetly at him and removed a bottle of the foul substance he used for disinfecting wounds from the medical kit. "Hold still, Sweetheart, this is going to sting and if you fidget too much I'll have to restrain you," He said, batting his eyelashes as he poured the substance on Jack's injury. Jack barely managed to hold still but he was determined not to give Henry the satisfaction of seeing him squirm in agony. "Jesus - You haven't got an ounce of mercy in that shriveled up little heart of yours, do you?" Jack asked. "Oh, but Jack! I thought you wanted help! I'm simply giving you what you asked of me," Henry answered innocently. "Don't play coy, Whore, it's

annoying. You know what I meant," Jack responded in a mildly playful tone. "Of course, Sir. Might I inquire who did this to you? Something tells me this isn't the fault of an animal or one of the banshees in the garden," Henry said, gesturing to the gash as he removed things from the medical kit and set them on the side table to be used momentarily. "Yeah, it was just some drunk idiot. Got pissy and decided to fight back when I attacked him in the alleyway. Didn't know he had a knife on him when I went for him," Jack answered lazily. "Good God you need to learn to be more careful. One of these days you're going to get yourself into something you can't pull yourself out of and William and I won't be there to save you." Henry helped Jack remove the tattered remains of his shirt after assessing the damage to his chest and began working. "You're very lucky I was home. I'm better at dealing with this kind of thing than William, even if you would have had more fun with him looming over you and insulting you," Henry commented. "Who's to say I don't like having you looming at me as well~? You've got a much sharper tongue than Dave anyway," Jack purred, grinning up at Henry. Henry abruptly became more aggressive with the stapler and Jack laughed. "Oh you know I'm a masochist, Baby! That isn't gonna deter me!" Jack winced and bit his tongue through his giggles. Henry shook his head and sighed. "You really are incorrigible, aren't you? Is that why you get yourself into these messes in the first place? It wouldn't surprise me if that was your motivation, but if that is the case you would do well to ask for consent from William and me before involving us in your nonsense," Henry stated dryly. Jack simply waggled his eyebrows and winked in response, drawing a less malicious chuckle out of the Doctor. "The worst part is over now but I still have to bandage you up. It won't be as awful to look at but you will have to try and sit up. Can you do that for me?" Henry inquired, wiping some of Jack's blood off of his hands and setting the stapler aside. "Sure thing. I'm getting pain killers after we're done here, right?" Jack responded hopefully. "Sure. As a treat. Just promise me you won't move around too much once the pain dies down." "Done! But only if you'll make me dinner, too," Jack agreed, sitting up as carefully as he was able to so that Henry could get the bandages around him. Henry began wrapping Jack up, humming quietly as he worked. Jack would never say it out loud, but he always found Henry's humming quite comforting. "What song are you humming this time?" He asked. "Poisoning Pigeons in The Park," Henry answered absently. "I love it when William plays us that one on the piano. Lehrer is the least obnoxious of your shitty old music, I gotta say," Jack mused. "Our music isn't 'shitty', you just have no taste," Henry chided. "Oh absolutely. If I had taste, I wouldn't do this," Jack said before leaning in and giving Henry a kiss. "I'd slap you for insulting me right before admitting you want me, but I know you'd enjoy it too much," Henry said, smiling and taking another kiss. Henry finished wrapping Jack's wounds and passed him the dish of water and a bottle of pills. "Here are your pain killers and some water to take them with. You may have two. If I catch you having more than two, I won't have to kill you because the pills will do that for me." He gave Jack a stern look and left to start getting Jack's food ready. Jack sighed happily, taking his pills and laying back down. Overall, it had been a pretty good night.

[lucarioisinthevoid]

Can the funni sport give the pink man a smooch on the cheek ,, I just really want to what would happen

Old Sport’s expression scrounged up and he opened his mouth- Before being interrupted by the man in pink. “Under no circumstance.” He voiced his own disgust. “I will not permit such a thing. I do not wish to be kissed, especially not by such a useless, hollow husk.” Old Sport had shut his mouth and stared at him, an idea clearly forming in his mind. “… oh? You don’t? Oh, what a tragedy. Too bad for you that the anon asked sooo nicely.” Slowly the man stood up, causing Henry to also stand up and move backwards. “Do not dare.” “Oh? You think I don’t dare? I thought you’d know me better than this!” “Come on, Orange Guy. Do not let them use reverse psychology on you with such ease!” The pair moved, in synchronization. Two steps forward. Tow steps back. “If it upsets you, it’s worth it.” “However, it upsets you EQUALLY!” “Why would you think that?” A slight grin crossed Old Sport’s lip. “Maybe I want to give you a kiss. A little kissie. A kisseroo from me to you~” “Why would you. In that case, something would be seriously wrong with you.” He grit his teeth. Old Sport laughed. “My, my, Henry… you seem nervous! Anxious even!” “I am NOT.” “There is a wall behind you, Henry. You know that, right? You’ve been stepping closer to it, bit by bit. What are you stepping away from, Henryyyyyy?” Glancing behind himself, the Pink Guy hissed. “What is it you want?” “Really, you need to relax… you act like one little kiss will make you fall for me!” “Your smug expression is enough to make me want to kill you.” “But you know you can’t.” “I can make you regret that fact too.” “You have a weird way of flirting, Mr. Miller. But I never minded weird things-” They were now against the wall, Henry’s expression having turned a stubborn form of neutral. Their bodies were similar in height, indeed, so close up their similarities were heightened. Their expressions mirroring one another, the opposite, but the same. Yet their hair was one difference. Henry reached out to catch one of Old Sport’s thick, stubborn and chaotic strands of hair, one of many standing up- Immediately the Orange Guy jumped back, now being the one flustered and insulted. “W-what was that about?!” “… nothing.” Innocently Henry tilted his head. “So? What about the kiss on my cheek? We should get it over, do you not think?” “You… absolute piece of shit. You’re trying to reverse psychology me-“ “It is ‘use’ reverse psychology. Reverse psychology is a concept, not a verb.” “Shut up!” Immediately he stepped closer again staring into Henry’s dark eyes, fury burning in him, sticking to him like spiderwebs. How could this man have turned this around into being the winner once more?! Leaning in, he quickly kissing him on the side of his head. The pink skin was surprisingly smooth, a fact that lingered- While Old Sport furiously rubbed his mouth. Grumpy he glared at the smugly smiling man. “What?” “… your lips are chapped, Old Sport. Next time you want to kiss me, maybe take care of that first…” “I never wanted to kiss you- DAVE! GET OVER HERE!” A tile on the ground shifted to the side and Dave’s face came out of it, followed by the rest of his body simply slithering out the little hole. When he was done, a little applause sounded out of nowhere, and the tile shifted back, as he bowed left and right. Finally he turned to the two. “What’s wrong, Sportsy? Is Henry doin’ someth-“ Taking advantage of the distraction, the Pink Guy moved towards and behind him. “William! Your friend here is being quite bothersome. I would almost want to say I feel uncomfortable around him right now. Please remove him from my general area.” “YOU-“ “… what???” Dave turned to his former friend. “Henry, what are ya talkin’ about.” “I am talking about wanting my privacy! He is your lover, is he not? So take care of it.” “I-“ “Speak to you later.” Leaving the complimentary duo behind, Dave looked between Henry and Old Sport back and forth. “… Old Sport, what the fuck happened?” Still seething, he turned towards the other direction. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s go burn something!” “Sounds good to me!”