Alright after you read that masterpiece of smut it's back to my shit writing : D can't wait lmao.
Ship: Grumbo
Genre: sad drunk boi time but then fluff
Word count:2141
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The music of the building alone was enough to shake the Earth. Xisuma, being the good friend he is, decided to hold a party for the Hermits and all their success during the start of the newest season. Everyone's come so far.

Mumbo sighed, twirling his straw around his glass. He has picked a pretty heavy drink, but it was god awful to drink. He looked into the sea of Hermits, False and Cleo where dancing in their own corner, Iskall and Stress talking on a couch, the ZIT crew where in a bundle, not like that's surprising.

Mumbo took a gulp at the drink, shivering as it numbed the back of his throat. X soon walked over to the sad looking sack.
"Well you look like shit," he pointed out, chuckling as he said it, surprising The other man in the action. "Well you're quite rude tonight." Mumbo retorted half-assed. X only laughed.

"I'm only speaking the truth. What's wrong, Mumbo? Do you not like your drink?" He asked, worry lacing his face. "No, it's fine, the drink is fine." He rambled, taking another mouth full of liquor. He scrunched up his face as it went down. "You look like you can't take another glass of that whiskey." X said calmly, "maybe I should get you something else."

Mumbo groaned at X, he was a good friend, but damnit, he just wanted to get drunk. He looked around the room again, spotting more of his friends, Joe urging others to not do stupid things, Doc, BDubs, and Ren all messing around with either other, and of course, Grian. Mumbos eyes focus on Grians body, the smaller was dancing. His hips swayed and arms flailing around somehow looks elegant on him. He was dancing with Scar, who seemed to dance similarly, just not as perfect as Grian. At least, that's how Mumbo saw it.

Ever since Scar and Grian become neighbors, Grian rarely hangs out with Mumbo and Iskall anymore. Sure, Mumbo and Grian had their own way of sending messages, but it's not like they've used that in a while. Iskall didn't seem to mind very much, telling Mumbo that he's still their friend. Mumbo only ever nods his head to that, not feeling like talking about it anymore.

Mumbo turned back around to the bar where he sat, drinking the rest of the whiskey. He cringed at the feeling once more and takes a gulp of water. He motions over X, "give me a shot of tequila please," He said rubbing his head. X looked Mumbo up and down, sighing and pouring a shot, "At least it's not whiskey," X mutters and slides the shot over.

Mumbo throws it back, eyeing X for another. "You can't be serious." X says, he sighs. "Don't kill yourself tonight. I don't know what you're doing, but I don't want to see you dead from alcohol poisoning." He leaves mumbos side of the bar after giving him another shot. Mumbo grumbles under his breath, finally feeling it all kick in.

He downs his last shot just as Iskall walks over to him, taking a seat next to him, "Dude, you've barely left this spot! Come sit with Stress and me." Iskall tries to budge. "I'm fine, Iskall, besides you don't need me ruining what you've got going." Iskall rolls his eyes at the comment and drags Mumbo up. "Come on, Dude, away from the bar."

Grian was having a blast dancing with Scar. From their constant tipsy giggling and shouting to them dancing to just about any song that gets played. The shorter held his glass close to him, taking sips of the wine that threatened to pour out. It was when he finally noticed Mumbo staring did he actually spill it.

"Oh shit!" Grian yelled as the red wine bled through his own red sweater. Good thing it won't stain too much. Scar giggled at that, "you should wash that," he slurred, continuing to dance. "Will you come with me to clean it?" Grian asked, pouting slightly. "But, Grian, Cub is finally watching! He may come over here." Scar slurred, slowing his dances. Grian stuck out his bottom lip, "Please, I don't wanna go alone." He said, making sure to drag out any vowels he could.

Scar finally stopped dancing and exhaled softly, "Fine fine, but let's make it quick," he said, swirling his glass of similar red wine. Grian smiles and grabbed his arm, off to find a bathroom.

Mumbo stared at the others with blurred vision, stealing a sip of Iskalls heavy Rum drink every so often. How the hell does he drink that and stay sober? Mumbo thought when swallowing the awful taste. His eyes finally land on Grian again, still dancing away with Scar. He leaned his head into his hands, wishing that was him instead. 

Grian then stopped dancing, talking to scar about something. It went on for a little bit, Scar and Grian just standing there. What happened, Mumbo thought, lifting his head slightly. He was about to stand up, to go ask Grian what's wrong, but they both left. Left somewhere, around a corner, all alone. Mumbo could feel his heart being ripped.

Mumbo was losing it, he already knew Grian was more close to Scar than Mumbo now, but the fact that they could be doing anything right now is killing him. He threw his hands to his head again, gripping some of his hair and messing up the normally slicked back hairstyle. Mumbo jumped up and began to walk towards the door. Iskall called Mumbo, tried reasoning with him, but it wasn't enough. Iskall sighed, sitting back down.

Mumbo walked over to a little cooler next to the bar, taking out what ever he lays his hands on first, and begins for the door. He cracks open the can, taking gulps as he stumbles around. Just as he reaches the door, about to walk out, he heard that familiar giggle. His heart ached and pounded. He wanted to turn around but he knew that would only hurt more.

"Mumbo?" Grian asks, stopping dead in his tracks. "Are you leaving-" he begins, but is cut short by the door closing behind the raven haired man. Grian looked at the door, worried. Scar glances between the door and Grian, "Are you coming?" He asks, pointing towards the room where everyone else was. "No, I'll uh, I'll meet back up." He smiles, and heads for the door.

Mumbo walks around the house, admiring the woods lit up around him. He stumbles around, throwing the already empty beer can off to the side. He looks around trying to find a direction to go in. He heard tiny footsteps crunch the grass behind him, "Mumbo, you didn't let me finish." The smaller said as he starts to walk a little fast to catch up with him. Mumbo slows down slightly, feeling his head spin as he looked behind him.

"Why are you leaving so early? The rest are probably gonna stay for a couple more hours." He says. Mumbo finally looks at Grian, noticing he's not wearing his sweater anymore, he's instead holding it. That only made Mumbo scoff and walk away. Couldn't even get fully dressed after your fun?

Grian stops, confused. "Mumby, what's wrong?" He asked , slightly hurt at Mumbos actions. The taller winced at the old nickname. Grian used to call him that when they hung out more. Grian would always use it to get what he wanted, knowing the cute nickname would always make Mumbo flustered. But now was different, he looked up at Mumbo, his eyebrows crunched together and a sad smile against his lips.

"It's nothing, Grian." His words having a sharp impact. "It doesn't seem like nothing..." The blonde mumbled. He fidgeted with his fingers, looking down. The sight of Grian looking so nervous was almost enough to make Mumbo crack, fall into Grians hands and forget that Grian had even abandoned him for Scar. What did Scar have that Mumbo didn't? He just couldn't figure it out.

Mumbo finally stopped walking, leaning against a tree to regain his balance. He puts a hand to his head, trying to contain a headache coming on. Grian walked over slowly, trying not to make Mumbo any more upset. It's not long before he's standing in front of Mumbo, "Mumby, please tell me what's wrong." He says, lifting his hand to press against Mumbos cheek. Mumbo leans into the touch and sighs.

"You're hard to stay mad at, do you know that?" He slurs slightly. Grin cocks an eyebrow, "You're mad at me?" He asks, slightly upset Mumbo didn't come to him sooner. "Possibly," he chuckles, pressing his own hand to Grians.

"What did I do?" Grian asks slowly, not sure if he really wants to know the answer if Mumbo has been keeping it from him. Mumbo shrugs, "I miss you..." he says shyly. Grian tilts his head slightly, "what do you mean? I'm right here?" Mumbo looks down to his friend, not sure how to tell him he was simply jealous of Scar. Jealous of how close they've become, how Grian and him are always found near each other, how Grian has stopped his fun little pranks on Mumbo to only Scar.

"What's so great about Scar." He finds himself muttering, swaying slightly as more alcohol seems to be flowing through him. "I bet he can't do half the shit I can do. Sure he's an amazing builder and can terraform any landscape into a master piece," he rambles, pausing slightly to think. Maybe he can do more than Mumbo could. "But, I mean, I bet he can't do redstone like I can, right?" He asks, slightly desperate to heard Grian tell him he's better.

Grian only sighs, "Is that why you're mad? You're jealous of Scar?" He asks, rubbing his thumb across Mumbos cheek. Mumbo only grumbles at Grian dismissing his feelings. "Easy for you to brush off. Did you even think about Me or Iskall after your new boyfriend swept you away?" He snaps, brushing Grians hand away.

"He's not my boyfriend, Mumby, he's just my friend." Grian says, furrowing his eyebrows, "why would you even say that?"
"I saw you two walk off to who knows where. Not to mention you're always with him. We've rarely hung out since you've gotten so close to Scar. Do you even still like us?" Mumbos voice starts to crack, his throat dry. He shakes his head and try to walk away again before Grian can answer.

Grian only grabs his hand, "Mumbo, I didn't know you felt that way," he says, "I was just glad to have a friend who was also a builder. You and Iskall always talk about your redstone gadgets and how that crap works, but I never understood it. I guess it was just nice to finally understand what someone was saying." He chuckles. "I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't care. Of course I care. I care about you so much." Mumbo perked up, "You do?" He turns around.

"Of course I do, and when I left with scar, it was because I spilled wine on my sweater when I saw you staring at me." He said, rubbing his neck. Mumbo stood shocked, before slapping his forehead, "oh god, how stupid could I be." He laughed. Grian only smiled, "only you could make me that clumsy, Mumby, I never stopped caring and I never will." He stated, a blush slowly rising to his face.

Mumbo smiled and tugged on his hand, bringing him close, he gave Grian a hug, wrapping his arms around Grins waist and burying his head in the crook of his neck. "I'll never stop caring either," he says. Grian smiles softly, wrapping his arms tightly around Mumbos neck, staying like that for what felt like hours.

They eventually sit on the floor, Mumbo leaning on a tree as Grian sits in his lap, continuing to hug Mumbo. The taller just kept his hands on his waist, staring up at the stars that are much more clear with his vision clearing up.

"Thank you, Grian. I'm sorry for being an ass," he chuckles, lifting the smallest head up off of Mumbos shoulder. Grian smiles and shrugs in response, leaning into Mumbos touch.

"You know, you have a lot more than just redstone," Grian eventually says. "Mm, maybe. But you have the most." Mumbo chuckled, "I don't think I'll ever compare to your building." Grian blushes, hiding his face in Mumbos shoulder again. He mumbles a "yeah sure whatever" and squeezes his arms around Mumbos neck.

Mumbo never wanted this to end, he just wanted to stay like this forever, and thankfully, Grian felt the same way.

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Hahah I don't know how to write endings. This one took me forever, so like yeah lmao

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