((So, this was made in my other one-shot book but I am copying my shitty idea to make it into a Grumbo one-shot. Y'all sinning boys reading this are gonna bust a nut-))

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"Popsicles! Stress is handing out free popsicles! Come on, Mumbo! Let's go!" Grian proclaims in an extremely eager tone. He proceeds to tug on Mumbo's suit for him to move from his cooler hobbit base to the muggy outdoors.

"But Grian," Mumbo complains back. "It's so hot!"

"And that's the point of free popsicles!" Grian finally shoved the raven Hermit outside. With his door absent because of Grian's Hermit Challenge, it entitles Grian to easily shove Mumbo outside in the bustling rays of the sun.

Upon entering outside in the intensely warm atmosphere, Mumbo squints his eyes and raises his hand to block the sudden light. Grian heads next to his side and begins to tug on his black suit once more.

"Come on!" Grian smiles brightly. His smile puts the blazing sun to shame. If Mumbo didn't have a massive crush on the adorable boy, he would have rejected all the begging and slither into his bed's loving arms.

Gosh, Mumbo is a massive mood, just craving to crawl under his welcoming sheets and sleep only when the sun is radiating the land.

"Fine," Mumbo sighs in pure defeat, finally giving into submission since he knew he couldn't tackle that cute, genuine smile. Grian hands Mumbo a few rockets before soaring into the sky.

Mumbo watches as he circles around to wait for his friend, so Mumbo decides to hurry the process up. "Let's just get this done and over with," Mumbo mutters and launches his squealing rockets to follow Grian.

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When they landed at the chaotic Shopping District, which is located on a mushroom biome island, Stress waves at the two with a beaming smile from her temporary, wooden stand.

Everyone seems to be around, casually talking together, which is bringing the scorching outside into an active environment. It was pleasant to see everyone hanging out casually, taking a break from their bases and PvP during this intense temperature.

Grian wasn't hesitant to run towards the simple popsicle stand. His sweater is beginning to soak in sweat near the upper half. The boy quickly removes his sweater to divulge a white tank top, then wraps his ruby sweater around his waist. 

Mumbo didn't want to admit that Grian is miraculously attractive. He may have a smaller frame, but man, did he have some muscle in his tanner biceps from all the grinding of resources and building for years. 

"Mumbo, your gay is showing," Iskall lightly punches Mumbo to make the raven veer his homosexual thoughts away from Grian. He looks at Iskall, blinking his eyes as they begin to realize that he was staring. "You look like you are going to puke up a rainbow." Iskall chuckles at his side. 

His lime green sweater and darker vest is gone, which reveals an army green tank top to hug his bulky body. Mumbo takes a glance at Iskall, wondering why everyone has so much muscle. Mumbo was merely a twig compared to Iskall and Doc, despite his skyscraper height. 

"Uhm- I didn't mean-" Mumbo makes an effort to defend himself, but it only resulted in having his words tripping over one another. Iskall grins widely and wraps one of his tough arms around Mumbo's neck.

"No need to freak out, dude. Maybe you should cool down before you pass out. Go get a popsicle or either wise you will be limited in the flavor selection," Iskall begins to haul Mumbo towards the little wooden booth that is next to Grian's Tag 2: Electric Boogaloo participation sign-up building. 

Again, Mumbo falls into more defeat. Yet, this was probably better for him since he did need something to cool down his body. Iskall suddenly realizes the sweat on Mumbo and the layers of clothes.

"Okay, first off, discard your clothes-"

"In the middle of the public?!" Mumbo nearly squeaks, his cheeks erupting into bold flushed color. Iskall rolls his eyes and releases Mumbo. 

"Fine, just go inside a building and change. I'll come with you to guard outside."

After a moment of going inside a random shopping building to change alone, Mumbo steps out with an unsure expression. He has a casual black tank top with lighter, endearing pair of skinny jeans, which scream that he is indeed a homosexual based on simply glancing at him. Iskall pats his arm, raising yet another smile on his lips. 

"See, you look great!" Iskall exclaims cheerfully in hopes that will raise Mumbo's self-confidence in his attire. He ruffles Mumbo's obsidian stained hair to make it seem that he is more comfortable rather than formal. Mumbo sends a tiny smile back, sheepishly rubbing the back of his sweaty neck.

"Yeah. Now I'm going to get a popsicle," Mumbo heads back down to the busier section of the central district. He heads over to Stress's little brown booth and gets a fresh popsicle from one of the many coolers. 

It took a moment, but Mumbo found Grian among the crowd, talking excitedly with Scar and Xisuma while sitting on a bench. Xisuma remains as an enigma, keeping his bee suit on despite the intense heat. Scar hasn't even bothered changing from his dorky wizard robe and boxers.

Mumbo wishes he can have the confidence that Scar has. The wizard is exposing himself without any shame, it made Mumbo fascinated before questioning why he can't have some of Scar's courage. Hell, Mumbo feels embarrassed by the simple, unpretentious outfit he is currently occupied in.

He never thought he would wear skinny jeans and a tank top out in the public. It just made him feel shameful because he's scared that every pair of eyes that he crosses by will silently hunt him down. Sure, he has a nice build but he has a shy, timid nature, so cut the nervous guy some slack.

Oh, how Mumbo just wants to evacuate to retreat home. He didn't realize that his popsicle was melting until his right hand engaged in a colder sensation as the flavored treat dribbles down his skin. It caused him to shiver and shifted the popsicle to his clean hand so he can wipe his sticky one on his pants.

The raven wants to dive into a conversation with Grian so badly, but he doesn't wish to interrupt the trio's conversation. He would feel highly embarrassed if he came barging in.

But it wouldn't be out of the ordinary because come on, this is Hermitcraft we are talking about, and everyone knows that Hermitcraft is utter wack.

Heck with it, Mumbo decides to casually stroll towards them. Grian was about to lick his treat when suddenly he perks his head after noticing Mumbo. He shouts at Mumbo, shooting his poor heart with another gleeful smile and making it hammer painfully inside of his chest.

Scar and Xisuma begin to engage in their topic while starting to amble away from them. Mumbo liberates an anxious chuckle while sitting down next to Grian on the roasting bench. His perturbation skyrockets when Grian scans his gleaming eyes across Mumbo's body.

"You look really nice. I didn't notice you changed," as Grian said that Mumbo could've sworn he saw a miniature blush growing rapidly on Grian's cheeks. He wasn't convinced it was real, and he mentally cursed at himself while his cheeks began to burn. 

"I just... I just thought that maybe I can show some of my true colors...?" Mumbo pops the popsicle in his mouth after realizing it is still melting promptly. He hasn't even had a single chance to embrace the sweet flavor and it was coming closer to melting right off of the wooden stick.

"It suits you nicely, it's cute. I like it. I would love to see you wear more clothes like that," Grian compliments seemingly easily. His words came out like silk without a flaw, no stuttering mess for Grian. Mumbo smiles and looks away, rubbing his arm in a shy manner as the popsicle endures in his mouth.

After a small moment of silence, Mumbo looks back towards Grian's direction. Mumbo nearly choked on his popsicle as he became aware of how Grian is sucking on his delectable, red treat.

His tongue glided along the surface in a slick motion. Mumbo began hacking, forcing Grian to look at him with an alarming countenance.

"Mumbo, are you alright?!" Grian goes into panic as Mumbo coughs his popsicle out and holds in both of his hands. His face is painted with crimson, redder than Grian's brilliant ruby popsicle. 

"I-" He hacks again. "I'm fine!" Mumbo sticks the savory treat into his mouth again. He curses at himself inwardly for having such thoughts and images. His lips curve into another nervous smile as he waves it off. "I can assure you that I am fine," he manages to say while having the treat stuffed in his mouth.

"If you say so..." Grian sticks his red popsicle back into his mouth. Mumbo wipes his adhesive hands on his jeans to get rid of the sticky substance. He has never felt more embarrassed before in his entire life. Not only is his outfit making him slightly uncomfortable, but now he cannot have a single clean thought during this event. 

Hopefully, he can remove his mind from the dirty gutters. He doesn't want to remain settled in that mindset so he will just descend the awkward tension into a lighter discussion.

"So..." Mumbo begins as he tries to avoid staring directly at Grian. "How has your Hermit Challenge come along?" 

"Oh! They have been coming along smoothly! Although, I think some of the Hermits are getting a tiny bit suspicious. Bdubs made a redstone door! How am I going to kidnap that?!" Grian laughs wholeheartedly, causing Mumbo's heart to do an entire leap. 

"Just steal the front blocks of the door, I'm sure you can think of something though," Mumbo laughs, but it was very forced and tiny. He seriously wants to make this day delightful, but he cannot with his abrupt, cursed imagination.

"Yeah. I think I might have a plan. This will be so evil," said Grian, his beam turning into a smirk for a solid minute. "Oh yeah, I have a good plan."

Mumbo unwittingly glimpses over at Grian. He couldn't help but eye Grian as the boy pulls his entire popsicle from his mouth while popping his lips. Mumbo's cheeks continue to burn ferociously as he unintentionally watches.

Grian hums in gratification, wrapping his soft lips along the tip and closing his eyes in great fulfillment. He puts the entire thing in his mouth to suck it, still humming but with more pleasure.

Mumbo hastily stands up while taking his popsicle out of his mouth. He can't handle this embarrassment and his aroused mind. Grian tilts his head in mere puzzlement.

"O-Oh! Is- Is that Iskall that-that I hear calling my name?" Mumbo cups his available hand over his ear to "listen" for Iskall. Grian knits his eyebrows together as he tries to listen, but also being confused for his best friend's horrible stuttering. "Yep! Iskall is de-definitely calling for my- my name! See you later, Grian!" Mumbo tugs his tank top downward and rushes away.

Grian was about to protest when suddenly he took a brisk peep down where Mumbo was tugging, blinking his eye with a deadpan stare. He could be mistaken but he can affirm that he saw a bulge in Mumbo's pants...

The Hermit doesn't want to think of it too much. He doesn't know why Mumbo is suddenly running away, he doesn't even know what he did wrong.

Poor, innocent Grian...