The batkids are known for sharing clothes amongst each other, so imagine everyone’s surprise when Jason won’t let them borrow his hoodie. Upon further inspection they find out it’s Roy’s hoodie. This causes a chain reaction and now Dick won’t let anyone borrow his Wally hoodie, Tim won’t let anyone borrow his Kon hoodie, Damian with Jon’s clothes(which there was no need for because Damian’s clothes never fit anyways), Duke with Izzy’s, Cass with Steph, and so on. After this “civil war” they all reluctantly agree to end this and all clothes (their own or not) is up for grabs. (minus Damian and Jon, of course)
bonus is when their partners steal the batkids clothes only to find out later that it’s definitely not a wayne kids clothing item.
Roy: That’s my sweater?
Wally: Yeah well Kon’s wearing my pants so…
Izzy: I’m probably wearing one of your boxers, it’s for sure not Dukes
Kon: how do you know?
Izzy: Because Duke doesn’t own Minecraft boxers???
um I saw ur post about fic requests so I have one:
tyden bonding over shared trauma because they’re the only two who’ve actually died and no one’s talked about how that must feel.
[took me ages to write that but here it is; it's longer than expected (1,7k rather than 100 words...) but i hope yall will appreciate... idk if i did what was expected but hey wtv
also im posting that on ao3 too, to feed the people there]
The thing about Tyler and Aiden is that they both love to ignore reality. The other thing is how differently they do it.
While Aiden shows, Tyler hides; while Aiden laughs, Tyler fights. It’s different struggles, different goals— it’s different truths.
Aiden, he shows it all. He faces the truth and discards it far away, refuses to reveal anything that could break him. If you want him to cry, he will laugh; if you want him to laugh, he will cry. That’s a system, a way of being, that he learned very early in life, a kind of comfort in never meeting people’s expectations, in being wild and uncatchable, free and fierce. Because he performs from his youngest age, you never know when he doesn’t; even his tears look amused, mocking, taunting, as if they were nothing but mere drops of water spilling from his eyes, that and nothing else.
(They don’t know that, though—not yet. ‘Yet’ because it will happen.)
Tyler, on the other side, doesn’t bother looking: if he has no time, no ways, no desires to deal with it, he won’t. That doesn’t show, never, because he doesn’t care enough for it to show—it’s not important, not for him, not right now. He shows nothing but hides it all somewhere, in a place he hopes to forget one day; you can see a tight fist sometimes, a too-long frown sliding on something, but it never lasts enough. That he lets it go, far away, or that he lets himself go, it doesn’t matter: either way, his hands will be bloody, from a fight or from exhaustion.
(That’s funny because, fighting, that’s something Tyler shows. It’s his own little performance. It’s funny, right? That while Aiden shows, Tyler hides—and that when Aiden hides, Tyler shows.)
Yet, despite it all, Tyler is the one dealing with that, their deaths. Maybe it’s because it happened to him first: he was dealing with it already, and Aiden just had to tag along, fall in his steps and follow blindly. Or maybe (and that’s way more plausible) it’s because Tyler hoped to be the last one—maybe he wasn’t dealing with it at all, wanted to bury that memory down, down, down, until he could forget it for once and for all.
But then, Aiden arrived. Then, Aiden died too, and Tyler couldn’t let that go. He, who thrived on protection, who ignored himself for the sake of others, of her, of them, couldn’t let Aiden hurt.
It started with small things—so small Aiden can’t even recall what started it all. A gaze, a smile? Or was it a hand, stretched out like that night? If nothing is blur, if everything is sure, Aiden struggles to link the parts; from the very beginning of life, he always had problems with memories.
He’ll never forget, however, the first time he felt it, comfort.
Before Tyler, before everyone else, life was long and boring and lonely. He traveled, sure, but it wasn’t lively, not like that. It was too much to make friends, never managing to build friendships, but also not enough to have a family: for each vacation he did with his parents, they did the double of it just the two of them.
Then, though, he got a cousin. Hell, he got two, actually, and they made it less lonely. And then, again, he got friends—four of them, who made life less boring no matter how grumpy some were.
However, because he can’t seem to have nice things, never for too long, he died.
To be honest, he never really felt like it could affect him, death; he was dead since long ago, after all, and he didn’t need any ceilings on his head for it to be that way. A physical death, however, seems to affect even the more emotional dead ones.
He pretended it didn’t, though: he plastered a smile on his face, put some stupid makeup to hide the hideous part of it, and went with the flow. He smiled, he laughed, he procrastinated and delayed any kind of work, tried to give some time for his brain to recover.
Alas, death isn’t the end of anything, no matter what people say—so,obviously, a bit of makeup and some jokes didn’t fix anything. The nightmare went on.
It felt reassuring, when they came back to the graveyard. It wasn’t quite comfort, but it was close: it was family, in a way, no matter how wretched their nights were. Their home, their place, for 7 hours.
It’s alright, Aiden would tell himself. He isn’t sure when he stopped believing it, but he was sure it would come back.
That’s when Tyler enters.
(Well, in truth, he enters earlier, right as they’re taken to the facility, through unread messages—but because he can’t read them until way later, it doesn’t count. Not to Aiden, at least.)
He does it slightly, slowly, carefully, so well that Aiden doesn’t really notice. He sees the change, wonders if a tree in the guts always has those effects, but he doesn’t get it. He doesn’t make the connections, doesn’t see what would lead to such behaviour. He considers near-death experience as an explanation, obviously, but his doesn’t enter in his calculation—it’s like he’s trying to forget it, in a way.
Either way, Tyler is here, present. Some longing gazes, some smiles; sometimes, an arched eyebrow, worrying more than mocking, or a frown, observing. It takes Aiden by surprise, every fucking time, just like one may stare at the sun on a winter morning; it’s unexpected but oh so welcome, oh so living. It’s like an anchor, something not to stray too far from the safe depth.
(Out of character, one would say—but they didn’t see Tyler run through a hospital with a hole in his stomach just to see his sister.)
The thing, about Tyler Hernandez, is that he doesn’t give up: no matter the obstacles, his one-track mind will get him at the end of the road, of the race, bleeding and breaking if that’s what it takes. And if he decided, on a random day, to make sure Aiden was alright after the death he went through, then he will make sure Aiden is alright. No matter the jokes, no matter the elusive smiles, no matter the digs he may receive, he will keep going.
He kept going. He kept moving.
And one day, when a particularly loud phantom screamed its guts out in the wild, Tyler does move.
The sound resonates between the trees, so wretched it would send birds flying if there were any; Aiden is right next to the gates, at that time, holding the cords Logan needs for whatever he is doing. He hears it, loud and clear, horrible sound that sends unusual signals into his brain, and he freezes. That’s weird, he knows it is: it’s not a phantom that killed him, but his own carelessness. And yet, at the sound of it, his skull hurts like it has been crushed to pieces.
Usually, when that happens, when he gets scared, Aiden looks away; he fakes the need to scratch his nose against his shoulder, or bends down to mess his hair back into place—anything that would hide his gaze, terrified perls that he doesn’t quite control yet.
Today, when he looks away, ready to hide whatever truth he feels, he meets Tyler’s gaze. The boy is there, at the other side of the graveyard; he’s standing right next to the bus, his bat in his hand as he . Well, no, not his bat—that one is still bare, empty of any nails. It’s one they found some days ago, as the girls went on a raid, And it’s only now that they’re turning it into a weapon.
Still, he is holding a bat like he so often does, and his eyes are on Aiden, something slowly getting more frequent and normal than before. No matter how unexpected, though, Tyler’s gaze never made Aiden uncomfortable, not in a bothering way, so Aiden holds it—he stares back, precised red eyes focusing on the other boy so easily.
It lasts for a second of ten, maybe even a minute. And then, Tyler swings.
Just like he does on the pitch, during a match, he swings.
The movement is well done, controlled, one he practiced many times; the bat doesn’t flatter in his hands but tilts down right at the end, just enough to reveal a relaxed grip. Then, Tyler straightens, bat almost forgotten as it is put down against the floor.
As if he just smashed into a real ball, the boy raises his head, his right hand going to cover his eyes as his stare goes into the distance. Even from afar, it’s clear he is following the path that invisible ball takes, crossing the graveyard before flying over the gate.
His head draws an arch, overly pretending, but it does the trick:
Aiden chuckles.
It’s a sound he has rarely heard, even if it comes from his own body—usually, he doesn’t chuckle: he snickers. That’s a slight difference that cost him many slaps as a child, arrogance and all that, but it never made him chuckle. The sound always felt too childish, even for him, and that’s only now, as it is happening, that he realises he is quite a child anymore. Not really, given his growing age, but he isn’t an adult yet: he doesn’t have to be serious and controlling, he doesn’t have to hide not to break—he just has to be.
The thought is refreshing. Weirdly, it’s all thanks to Tyler.
Before he can even think, Aiden raises a thumb up, straightening with a smile on his lips. At first, he means it as a congratulations, but as he does it, he realises it may appear more as a reassurance—it brings a slight blush on his cheeks, something vulnerable, and for a short second, he thinks about looking away again. He can’t really, though, not when Tyler raises a thumb back, placing his bat on his shoulder with too little pride for it to be just for fun.
After that first time, it becomes a habit—that swing, the look, then the smirk. It is done every time Aiden tries to look away from his fright, as if Tyler never looks away from Aiden; it works every time too, as if Aiden was just hanging, waiting for Tyler’s rare silliness to appear, so he could hold onto it.
And soon enough, as Tyler was bringing Aiden back to life, he also brought him back his heart.
holding each other in the middle of the night when neither of them can sleep. because if i close my eyes will i ever open them again? and you're the only one who understands what it's like to be a dead man walking.
please write some tyden headcannons im dying for this ship, i absolutely LOVE it!!
aiden sometimes lays his head in tyler's lap (tyler pretends to hate it but secretly enjoys it)
aiden draws on tyler's shoulders in Expo when he's sleeping (tyler sometimes notices but depending on what he draws he might wash it off or not. because of this, taylor suspiciously asks if he gets tattoos but gave up after the first five batches)
they can fall asleep on each other in any type of possible way/position as if they're cats
tyler teaches aiden how to proper bleach/take care of his hair, and in return, aiden helps
these two have a possible future of buying Hell's Kitchen or whatever gordan ramsey owns and take over his business (they can literally open a restaurant if they try, since they're both excellent cooks and stuff)
tyler realized he started liking aiden after he (tyler) woke up from the coma, and aiden realized that he started liking tyler when they were in the facility together
tyler has a Netflix account but is always surprised when he sees movies like The Bee Movie and The Nightmare Before Christmas when he previously watched stuff like Top Gun
^ aiden found out the password for tyler's account because of taylor
hand holding:
^ tyler prefers D and aiden prefers C
nicknames:
for tyler: scary man, angry man, frowny face, meanie, rage-quitter. the following are used less: pookie, babygirl
for aiden: idiot, blondie, stupid, clown, mr durable. the following are used less: goldilocks, sunshine
hello again! this is the gushing anon from before! Do you and Eelios have any specific songs or playlists that you listen to when it comes to different sbg ships? Or any music recommendations in general? I would love to expand my music pallet
we dooo!!! well elio does and i just treat them like my own…i think elio might have a playlist for everything tbh
All those posts and writings about Grian being the one to instantly mesh with being sent to the Dream SMP were apparently wrong. He wants to leave right now immediately actually. He likes chaos but not whatever this is. Dear god. Why is every build atrocious. Why are there stripper pole-who. Who are these people. This is horrible. This is actually terrible. Maybe he’d warm up to it after seeing all the death traps but at the start dear god. No.
Now Mumbo on the other hand-apparently due to recent research he’d just bloody go along with it.
AU where Mumbo gets lost on his way to the next season of Hermitcraft and accidentally wins the 2020 L’Manburg Election instead of Schlatt. Wilbur’s villain arc proceeds exactly the same as canon but instead of being exiled he’s just trying to win Tommy’s affection back after Mumbo usurped him as Favourite Brother Figure
- aiden steals traffic cones, he has several in his room (tyler got stuck in one of those big round ones, tripped and almost rolled into traffic if it hadnt been for logan who threw himself in front of it. taylor was also in one and wanted a pic for her social media so she convinced tyler to put one on too, thats how it happened 😭)
- ben is the type to trade shirts if the girls are feeling uncomfortable, just imagine taylor in bens baggy ass shirt and ben is wearing some cute little crop top lmaooo hes to sweet
- tyler the type to sit in the weirdest places, perfectly good chair?? nah he’s sitting precariously on an open windowsill (yes he did fall out of it once and it was actually aiden who jumped out after him because he was closest)
- when ash was little she would bring home all kinds of animals, her parents would have to search her pockets everytime she came back in from outside and they’d find all kinds of frogs, harmless snakes, bugs, baby birds (she has raised several birds)
- aiden will not move until he’s chosen music for the drive, he once stepped on a nail but refused to drive to the hospital until his bluetooth connected in the car and everyone was yelling at him
- building onto the bird thing and ashlyn, she’s befriended a murder of crows and has a ton of weird little trinkets theyve brought her because she feeds them in return
- ben has a diary/journal he religiously writes in purely with glitter gel pen. there are horrors beyond comprehension and he’s writing them all down in pink sparkly pen (ex. 🎀 𝒯𝓎𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 🎀) LMAOO
- aiden on the other hand needs to invest in a journal because he has no filter, like much love aiden but unfortunately i dont want to hear in gross detail about what happened to you after you drank windex thinking it was gatorade
- logan’s guilty pleasure is watching minecraft videos before bed (its ldshadowlady)
- logan also owns a cat and im a firm believer in this, it’s a scottish fold and he would do anything for this cat
- girl scout cookie season comes around and Ben is SCOPING these girls out. he wants his damn cookies and hes gonna drag you everywhere w him to find them
- DO NOTTTTTT. DO NOT. let Tyler in the kitchen. and its not because he lacks skill in cooking he is just so forgetful. he’s probably exploded several microwaves because he forgot to put water in w his ramen
Random ass head cannons I have for SBG gang yuh let's go:
Tyler will call people he likes (platonic or romantic) princess regardless of gender, mostly uses it when he's teasing them or in like idk a passive aggressive way. Like "No shit, princess." Or "Okay princes, calm down." Always paired with an eye roll tho.
Taylor hates Taylor Swift because of the annoying jokes people do with her name.
Adding to the last one, Aiden found that out when he made a joke once and she looked like she was about to throw him out the window lol.
Logan has helped everyone get their zodiac charts and read them. He fucking memorized them too. Little nerdy boy <3
Ashlyn doesn't initiate physical touch(hugs, hand holding, cuddling, ect) with people often (cannon btw), but when she does it always makes whoever was chosen feel special.
Ben listens to literally everything. All music. He's polyjamours.
Tyler is actually pretty good at guitar and was something he's liked since a kid, he loves music with heavy guitar in it. He also named his guitar Mel, like Melody. Only people to touch it was Taylor and Ben.
I see some people say Tyler has Logan tutor him but like. No? Tyler is hella smart and doesn't need to be tutored? Like c'mon. BUT Logan does have Tyler help him work out (Logan's body before and after phantom realm goes crazy man) after the whole almost died to phantom thing.
Aiden use to experiment with hair dye before he fell in love with blond. Also his eyes are red, it's not contacts. It's just his eye color lightening s he aged or smt. Fight me.
Ashlyn hates sour food and loves the more bitter stuff. Aiden loves sour food and hates bitter stuff. They trade food sometimes so they don't have to suffer.
Ben and Aiden know ASL, Taylor is learning to talk to Ben better.
Logan can draw but he doesn't do it often but he loves to watch Ben draw. It makes him want to draw too.
Taylor draws on her friends arms, Tyler will pretend to hate it same with Ash but they always ask her to redraw things when they fade. Aiden once had Taylor do an detailed tattoo like design on his arm in class. It didn't wash of for almost three weeks.
Aiden actually has sensitive skin, the wrong fabric gives him rashes. No one but him knows what fabric won't, it's all based on touch.
Tyler can cook really well, and even enjoys it sometimes. Can't bake for shit though.
Aiden knows ballroom dancing. Rich families or old fashioned one tend to know how to ballroom dance (I use to know)
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