Robin Buckley One Shots

False Alarm

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Genre: Fluff

Aside from being thrown into the adult world, having to suddenly buy your own groceries, the workload that could cover mountains, and the burnout that consequently leads to stomping on your passions, the worst part of college is the fire alarms in dorm buildings.

They were incessant.

After a tiring day of learning about the inner most workings of cells, and hating yourself for choosing a degree that requires you to study the inner most workings of cells, all you wanted to do was get back to your dorm, hang out with Robin (your lovely girlfriend), have dinner, do some last minute studying that you promised you would do earlier, and then sleep. Uninterrupted sleep, that is.

But alas, the universe does not work in such ways when living on campus. In a time where sleep is crucial, it likes to rip it out of your grasp and leave you crying like a child whose mother just took their lollipop away.

The first part of your night was successful. After finishing your class you headed back to your room, only to find Robin sitting against your door. Her class had finished early, so she immediately headed over to see you, only she forgot that you also had an afternoon class.

But she stayed for you. Her face lit up when you rounded the corner, standing up quickly she attempted to run the short distance to you to engulf you in a hug. Though she hadn't anticipated the numbness of her legs after sitting on the rough carpeted floor for half an hour, so she stumbled the entire way.

Catching her from under the armpits you laughed at her, earning a scoff and a headshake before all was forgotten and she stood up straight to wrap her arms around you, your face smushed into her shoulder. "I missed you", she smiled, twisting her torso from side to side as she kept her grip on you.

The movement was comforting, and you felt all the tension in your bones seep away into the air. "Come on Buckley, time to go inside". She pouted as you pulled away, but at hearing your chuckles she smiled and allowed herself to be yanked into your room and thrown onto your bed for a post-classes nap together.

The nap lasted a lot longer than it should have, as the two of you forgot to set an alarm. Rookie mistake.

You awoke peacefully, a small yawn escaping your lips as the warmth hugged your body. Your eyes fluttered shut again as you nuzzled closer to Robin, clutching onto her shirt as if that had the ability to bring you closer to her.

Then you realised something.

Your room had been dark when your eyes opened briefly.

So, they shot open and rapidly looked around, though your head remained still to not wake up Robin in case it had been a false alarm.

It was not a false alarm, it was pitch black aside from the slight illumination from a street light nearby. "Shit, shit, shit", you hissed and sat up, wincing at how you jostled Robin considering she had been the big spoon for that nap.

"What in God's name did I do to deserve this", she whined and flopped back onto the mattress as she attempted to bury her head into the pillow.

"It's fucking night time, Robs!", you gestured around the room, almost flinging yourself off of the bed whilst doing so, not that she noticed as her eyes were closed. Though after you were done thrashing, she slowly opened the eye that was not against the pillow, before swiftly sitting up herself. You were surprised that she didn't get whiplash.

"Holy shit, we have so much work to do", she began panicking. You tried not to laugh at how one side of her hair was defying gravity. The bedhead this woman got was unfathomable.