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Crew Boys reacting to you dissing them

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this is so late ;-; im sorry aaaahhh

⤜ mcyt x reader- birthday

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summary- cc!crew boys x reader who isn’t super into celebrating their birthday

notes- intentional lowercase, keysmashes, swearing, just soft fluff :)

song rec- nothing by bruno major

dream

he knew your birthday was coming up soon

so he asked what you had planned

you didn’t have any plans

yeah not with this man

wait, what do you mean you don’t have plans?

eh, i don’t usually celebrate my birthday

wHAT?

you know exactly what that “what” sounds like

anyway mans wasn't having it

but since it didn’t seem like you wanted a large party, he just invited some close friends over for cake

and spoiled you with a shit ton of gifts jhasjdh

george

honestly he doesn’t go all out for his birthday either

so when you said you didn’t have plans he suggested inviting a few friends over to have cake

he didn’t tell you, but he made the cake

he made it while you were out

he had to call his mom auidhskjdhs

you thought it was really good tho ^-^

and when you asked where it was from he said he made it

you were like :0

yeah it was pretty cool :)

sapnap

like dream, he was super surprised

and adamant on doing something

so he took you out for fancy dinner

except by fancy dinner he meant having dream cook steak and vegetable and karl and quackity serve it

quackity had a dishrag on his arm as he served you steak, doing his horrible british accent

here is your plate, y/n

karl brought cupcakes :P

it was really chaotic but also your favorite birthday so far

karl

he was a little surprised when you said you didn’t usually celebrate your birthday, but he got it

he ordered your favorite takeout and got a movie set up

just chill cuddles on the couch :)

he surprised you with a cupcake :D

it was your favorite flavor :)))

you fell asleep watching tv with him

quackity

he thought it was kinda strange that you didn’t celebrate

but he wanted to go along with what you wanted

so he asked if you just wanted to take the day off and chill instead

you agreed

you guys slept in late, and went to a movie

after the movie, you went back home

he tried cooking your favorite food

when that didn’t work, he took you to olive garden ajhksjd

-🍴

I left techno out of this one, only because I personally don’t watch him. I feel like I wouldn’t be able to do him enough justice, so my apologies! :)

how the crew boys show love.

(crewboys x reader, preferences)

(cw: pure fluff, no pronoun use)

A) Indigenous people have come out and said it’s more offensive to imply that indigenous people are “feral” than to just use the word feral. One user likened it to saying the word “drunk” couldn’t be used because it is offensive to indigenous people. It’s performative activism so woke that it’s actively racist.

B) Crewboys sounds bad and doesn’t even make sense. It has no relevance to the group, and both ‘crew’ and ‘boys’ implies group so you’ve basically named them the groupgroup. If you want to rebrand, fair enough, but why not use popoff boys like Karl originally wanted, in reference to when they say “we’re popping off”.

cc!crewboys x reader [ dream, sapnap, george, quackity, and karl ]

Summary: Their interactions with young fans and kids in general

Okay so I sent my thought of Dream meeting youngs fans earlier, I was super soft, to a GC I'm in on Twitter and I haven't been able to stop thinking about the guys meeting the kids of the fandom. Btw this is kinda if covid wasn’t a thing. But I’d assume they’d have their masks on.

This is my first headcanons so hope y’all enjoy!

Genre: Fluff

Request: Open

A Crewboys Christmas!!

novilunium was around the bend once again.

         somehow, helios had managed to (finally) get a handle on all of his duties as the solis. being the man in charge, as appealing as it did sound, was definitely not all that it appeared to be. well, actually it was, but it was also more. a lot more.

         being helios gave him great responsibility. to keep everyone in check, but to also keep himself in check. many planetae along the galaxy had solely relied on the lux and warmth of the sun to keep sustained. and without him to make it happen, there would most likely be no planetae to sustain in the first place. so, he better keep doing what he was.

         after much time in suspense and utmost patience (in helios’ expert opinion) he was more than ready to welcome the next novilunium in the wake. when he was younger, and the former helios was still the solis, the intervals didn’t really hold any weight on his conscience. but now, helios had a responsibility. and hopefully a new friend in the making, too.

         “what catches your thoughts, my love?” helios turned his head to his mother who had slowly made her way up to him from behind, placing her hand on his shoulder. she gripped it and then rubbed, forming soothing circles on the skin of his back. helios sighed, relaxing in his mother’s hold, before lifting his gaze to the caelum again.

         “do people ever leave the complexio, mother?”

         “they do, yes,” his mother said. “often they leave if they need something.”

         “do people ever leave just because they want to?”

         “yes and no,” she said, loosening her grip on his shoulder to stand beside him on the balcony. she leaned her weight on her hands as she placed them on the railing, leaning over to watch the caelum with her son. “sometimes people leave just because they feel like it. but it isn’t really encouraged.”

         “why not?”

         “because, we only know so much about the universum beyond, sunshine. there are so many potential dangers of the world that could injure or harm any stella, and it is just not a risk that we are prepared to take.” she reasoned, turning her gaze to focus on her son, who was blankly staring ahead of him with no focal direction. “but, if a stella decides their reason to leave is enough, it is their decision to do so.”

         helios’ eyes fixated on a gleaming calcis in the distance, roaming the nox with such a ferocity he almost mistook him for a rogue star. he stared for a long time.

        his mother watched him stare ahead, and of course as a mother, she knew exactly what this was about. “do you want to?”

        helios was brought back from his thoughts, confused. “what?”

         “do you want to go across?” she repeated.

           “i do,” helios said. “but anticuus said i couldn’t.”

         “and why not?“

         “because ‘it isn’t done’,” he mocked, scoffing back any further remarks. he was angry, but anticuus had always proved that he only wanted what was best for helios. so, in some messed up, annoying way, his ruling of the ‘no-leaving-the-complexio’ law must have been justified. “he didn’t tell me why, but probably because it is dangerous.”

         “it is dangerous, my love,” his mother agreed. “but sometimes the danger is worth it.”

         or maybe it wasn’t justified, because all of a sudden it seemed as though his mother was encouraging him to do something that apparently ‘wasn’t done’.

         “what?”

         his mother laughed, turning to face the castellum and leaning her back against the balcony railing. “leaving the protection of the militum is always dangerous. but sometimes the risk is worth it.”

        “are you saying i should go?”

         “i am not saying anything, dream. but if you really want to go across you will be okay. novilunium is the only safe time to cross the terminus as it is when the silex complexio is the closest. other times they are too far beyond reach. so if you want to go, you have to go now or wait until the next novilunium.”

         “helios! venustus!” his ears flitted from his mother’s voice to the drawl that was calling him. flickering his eyes from his companion, he turned them to where the voice was coming from. looking down, anticuus was standing on a cloud, just below them. he was huffing, most likely in a rush, and had that bloody scroll in his hand. “come, now. novilunium is on the horizon.”

         he perked up at this, his mother’s words ringing in the back of his brain. they would have to continue this conversation later.

.

it was just as beautiful as the last time.

        helios watched as orbis terrarum travelled further away to make room for the silex complexio. with every ticking interval, the moon grew larger and closer, glowing with such a bright intensity the stellae faded around him.

         he was anxious, nervous, apprehensive. tension building in his shoulders as the silex complexio grew closer and closer. he wasn’t sure why, novilunium happened every many intervals. it wasn’t an abnormal occurrence, so what was so different about this time?

         “you are nervous, my love.” venustus gripped her son on his shoulder, peering up at him through a gentle smile. “don’t be.”

         “i am not,” he said, pinching the skin on his elbow. “i am just… just—”

         “just, nervous.” she warbled, the pinch in her brows giving him an all-knowing look. “i know my son like the back of my hand. but do not be, my dream. you are fierce and strong.”

         “fierce and strong,” he mumbled, to himself more than anyone. he continued to softly chant to himself as a reminder that he most definitely was fierce and strong and most definitely not nervous. “fierce and strong, fierce and strong,” and his eyes rose from the ground to straight in front of him, where his next word got caught in his throat. “fier—” his breath hiccupped in his lungs, lost in the sea of the eyes before him.

         selene.

         he was standing this time, lanky in his build but not as tall as helios. his hair was messy, falling into several places but it complimented him well. his eyes were brown but they were brighter than the sky lit by helios’ lux, and his glow was pale, but somehow tender and warm. the boy was grinning, from ear to ear, excited to see helios again.

        he was nothing short of beautiful.

         helios grinned back, eyes and all. he had never wanted to meet a person more. his smile turned into one masking sadness, torn from the inside. how were they to ever meet? helios had never left the stella complexio before, he wasn’t even sure if it was safe, anticuus had ordered that it was’t even allowed—

         “do you want to go across?”

         helios tore his attention away from selene, glancing down at his mother once again, eyebrows knitted in tension.

         what?

         “what?” he voiced aloud. he seemed to be asking that a lot lately.

         “do you want to go across?” she repeated.

         he was honest. “yes.” and his mother gave him an all-knowing smile.

         “then go.”

         “what?” he repeated. his voice was swimming with uncertainty. he had never ever in his saeculum ever seen anyone leave the stella complexio. even after the talk with his mother, he wasn’t sure if she was being serious. “but, how would i do that?”

         venustus tittered, the laugh bubbling from deep within. her son was all cheek until it came to love. “just walk, my love. the stars will catch you.”

         “but, but– where’s anticuus?”

         “he’s rounding some rogue stellae. now, off you go.”

         “but anticuus said—”

         “anticuus isn’t here. now go.”

         so he turned back to face the regnum in the silex complexio, back to selene, who was still gazing at him with curiosity in his eyes. deciding that he was too eager to make a new friend, it was worth it to perhaps break a rule.

         and so he walked across the way.

         selene, noticing his departure from the stella complexio, followed him into the sky, leaving the deep blue that was home and to the fade, where the day met the night. he met helios on the horizon, looking up into his eyes, greener than the tropic ocean on the orbis terrarum.

         “hello, helios.” he breathed, voice lilting in a soft greeting. “it is an honour.”

         helios blushed, cheeks turning a soft pink. he bowed his head in response. “the honour is mine, selene.”

         selene looked immediately uncomfortable, and helios felt like an absolute idiot. “please, you don’t have to call me that.” the luna sighed. “i know it’s very feminine.”

         helios was confused. “but, it’s your name, is it not?”

         “well, yes, i suppose.” selene agreed, but still with hesitancy in his voice. “but i’m a boy, and the name is entirely feminine. i know some people don’t like boys with feminine attributes.”

         “i don’t think your name is feminine.” helios reasoned. “yes, your name is after your great ancestor who ruled before all else, and she was a female. but, she was almighty and powerful: not only did she have the greatest control over tempest, but she had the power to give people dreams. she was transcendent, and i would think it an honour to be named after someone so seraphic.”

         selene was taken aback. “i– i had never thought of it that way,” the boy was in shock, struck that anyone could possibly think that. it was common when he was younger to receive the teasing of other boys, he was appointed to be the next luna when he was quite young. it was difficult to make friends. “i suppose i have always been embarrassed. it was a foul point of mockery when i was young.”

         “it should not have been.” helios replied. “my mother is the strongest person i know. she raised me from the moment i became in this universe, and she will continue to be by me until my final lux burns. i owe all i am to her.” helios was confused as to why he received any ill treatment being appointed as luna. it was one of, if not the greatest title one could receive – being entrusted to lead the entire kingdom was not an easy job, but it was rewarding. and glorifying. “you are strong, selene. and your name only makes you stronger.”

          selene smiled, a blush tinting his own pale cheeks. “thank you, helios. i have only met you but i feel like i have known you since my own becoming.”

         helios had felt exactly the same. “perhaps in another life we were best friends.”

         selene grinned, a laugh bubbling from his throat. “perhaps in this one, we will be as well.”

          lost in conversation, the pair were startled from their bond when a voice trilled through the sky. “helios!” venustus called from behind him. “you must return. tempus continues forward.”

        growing sad, he turns his neck to shout behind him. “i am coming!” he replied, turning back to selene. “i must go, novilunium will end soon.”

         “okay, but before you go,” the boy stole his attention one last time. “i am the selene, that is what they call me,” helios took note of how he avoided referring to himself as selene. “but my mum called me george. what did yours call you?”

         george, hm? it was short and sweet, tranquil on the tongue with two soft consonants. “my mother called me dream.”

       “dream? wow,” the selene uttered. “that makes my name seem a little bland.”

         “my mother always told me that before me, the imperium was struggling with the loss of their former helios. they hoped all through time for a strong and just leader, and then i became. i was a miracle. a reverie, she tells me. a dream.”

         “well, i haven’t known you long,” george said, voice rendering with notable confidence. “but it appears she was right.”

         “dream!” helios’ mother called from across the way, rising in unnerve. “now, please.”

         “i must go,” he said with a soft smile, sadness ringing in his mumble.

         “well, it was lovely to make your acquaintance, helios.”

         “please,” dream waved his hand. “we are friends now. call me dream.”

         “well,” the selene sang, lifting his own hand in a handshake, waiting for helios’ reaction. “if i call you dream, you must call me george. after all, we are friends now.”

         helios lifted his own hand, meeting george’s palm in the middle, aligned with the line of the horizon, at the edge of day and night. between helios’ golden glow and the selene’s pale shine. “goodbye, george. i will see you next novilunium.”