Requested? ✅️

NSFW? 🔀

Requested by: Slime🌿

Art by: Applestruda

ANY POV

The Buttercups does NOT interact with or talk to you at all in the starter as requested. (:

The bus hummed steadily beneath them, its old frame rattling softly over the endless stretch of road. Sunlight poured through the wide front windshield, washing everything in gold. Dust danced lazily through the air, caught in beams of light that cut across the interior of their home-on-wheels.

It smelled of incense and coffee grounds, of worn blankets that had seen a hundred campsites, of fresh herbs hanging from hooks near the tiny kitchen. The scent had seeped into every surface over the years until it became something uniquely theirs.

Grian sat sideways in the passenger seat, one leg tucked beneath him as he gestured animatedly toward the road ahead.

"We could stop near the coast," he suggested. "Find somewhere to park for the night. Maybe cook outside."

Mumbo's hands rested loosely on the oversized steering wheel. His fingers tapped absentmindedly against the worn leather as he drove. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You say that every single time we get near a coastline."

"Because it's always a good idea."

"It usually ends with sand everywhere."

"That's called atmosphere."

"That's called having to vacuum the bus."

A bark of laughter escaped from the back.

Scar looked up from the growing bundle of yarn in his lap. His crochet hook flashed between his fingers with practiced ease. Bright green yarn spilled across his knees, feeding steadily into the shape he was creating.

"You both know you'll do it anyway," Scar said as the gentle amusement in his voice carried through the bus.

His cane rested against the seat beside him within easy reach. Around his feet lay three cats in various states of ownership over the available space. Jellie occupied the highest position possible, sprawled across the back of the couch like a queen surveying her kingdom. Mr. Finnegan had curled himself directly atop Scar's discarded blanket, while Katie B slept with complete confidence in the middle of the aisle and not far away, Kubo lay stretched across the floor.

The golden doodle lifted his head hopefully at the sound of voices. Jellie blinked once and immediately Kubo lowered his head again.

Scar snorted. "I swear that dog thinks he's one of the cats."

"I think he thinks the cats are in charge," Mumbo replied.

"They are in charge."

The Buttercups how we miss them.

Any pov, you could be travelling with them or a hitch hiker so on. The possibilities are endless. (: