of course, credit must be given to p0ck3tf0x on tumblr, who came up with this amazing list. reading it just inspired me to write.
as the title says, this is going to be a massive story. by the end i will have written 100 pages, which is one of my biggest writing goals ive ever set for myself. they're not going to be very long drabbles but with the amount of chapters, i don't think they need to be super long... without further ado, here is way #1!
1: Pull over. Let me drive for a while.
His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, eyes wide open. He was dangerously close to falling asleep and Jesus, it would not end up well if he did. Gwen was already sleeping, snoring away in the passenger seat. If only he had called dibs on sleeping first, if only he had been quicker to say something. Not only was he the worse driver out of the two, he was the one who got more tired easier. And his car radio was broken so there was nothing to listen to but the sound of wind pressing against the car and Gwen's baby-quiet moans and breaths and that was not enough to keep his brain active. He tried humming to himself and looked over at her quickly. She begun to stir.
"Good evening, sleepyhead," he teased, holding back a yawn.
"What time is it?" she mumbled, pulling her phone out from the cupholder.
"Probably around 2," Arthur said and she nodded.
She didn't fall back asleep and instead watched out the front window, occasionally glancing down at her phone. She was probably texting Merlin. He was so worried about them driving in the dark and he and Arthur had had a very heated conversation about the dangers of nighttime driving but they would not budge. He was in the hospital, for god's sake – did he honestly expect them not to visit him? Of course they would, no matter what. Although they did expect to be handed a bit of the silent treatment when they arrived. Oh well. As long as he knew they cared.
"Pull over," Gwen said abruptly. Arthur followed her order, confused.
"What's up?" he asked, stifling another yawn.
"Let me drive," she told him.
He shook his head. "Gwen, no, it's –"
She smiled. "Arthur, please," she said. "You're so tired, I can see you holding back those yawns. And we want to arrive at the ER in one piece. Those doctors have enough on their plate." She put a hand on his leg. "I'm fully rested and ready to go. Get some sleep."
"Okay," he agreed. Five minutes later he was fast asleep.
