A/N: Ok I know this chapter kind of sucks but I wrote it anyways and there's nothing you can do about it 😈 Also I censored all the racial slurs in this one because I was uncomfortable ✨
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Note: The boys are in their junior year and Gwen is a sophomore!
Word count: 1,579
TW: Homophobia (sexual comments), racial and sexual slurs,(yeah this one's REAL 80s ❤️)
Finney looked up at the tree branches above him, guarding him from the afternoon sun. Small rays managed to slip through, but it didn't bother him. He was surprisingly able to ignore the warmth, even with the zipped up jacket he sported that day.
He resisted opening his lunch bag and patiently waited for his boyfriend and his younger sister to arrive at their usual spot. They'd both gone inside the school to get their own lunch, which Finney always sat out of. Gwen only ate school lunch a couple days a week, but Robin did it daily, and with no issues, which absolutely perplexed Finney. He found school lunches repulsive, and would rather go the entire day without eating than consume flattened PB&J's and undercooked pizza.
Still, sometimes he debated going through the line just so he wouldn't have to sit in the outside cafeteria area by himself. Every moment he spent without Robin was one he spent at serious risk of getting beat by some random kids. Luckily, over the years, he's become pretty much untouchable due to his relationship with Robin, but there were still some kids that didn't understand who they were indirectly messing with. Those kids being 3 new boys that moved to Finney's school this year.
Finney didn't know much about these three, all he knew was that the leader of this trio was a friend of Buzz's. The other two were pretty much just random kids that Buzz and his boys picked up and were now essentially using as hired guns. Or, fists.
Weirdly, though, their fists were never needed. They bullied Finney exclusively in a verbal capacity. It was likely that Buzz had told them not to touch Finney, or they'd immediately get their shit rocked by Robin.
Finney noticed their presence at a lunch table a little ways down from the tree he sat under, but didn't acknowledge them, partially because he just didn't care, but also because he was a little afraid of what they might do to him without Robin or a teacher around.
The three of them rose from their table a few minutes after Finney had sat down and came up to him, looking oddly smug. "Hey, Finney," the main boy said. Finney didn't respond, only kept his eyes on the ground before him. "What's with the jacket?" he asked, again, getting no response.
"Is your boyfriend making you wear it?" Finney glanced up at that remark, but immediately looked back down. The three boys laughed, and Buzz's friend continued. "Does he want you to hide that shit on your neck?"
Oh no.
Finney clasped a hand over the lower portion of his neck, feeling his breathing begin to pick up. The boys laughed harder. "Yeah, doesn't cover it as well as you think it does, faggot." That phrase began to draw a few eyes over to the four kids. Finney could feel them looking, which made his face start heating up.
"Disgusting fucking fairies."
"If you can't even hide the gross ass shit you do to each other, you should just stay home."
The two other boys chimed in.
At this point, everyone at the lunch tables was looking over at the situation. Finney felt like he was going to vomit. Honestly, the third boy kind of had the right idea. Finney would rather be anywhere but here. He should've just faked being sick. They continued laughing and saying disgusting things, trying to get something out of Finney, probably tears.
"Did you suck the b—ner off yet?" Finney physically winced at that comment. The whole 'assuming gays are only about sex' thing was bad, sure, but it caused Finney extra pain hearing what they called his boyfriend. He felt himself choking up as the three boys resumed their laughing, knowing he'd probably start crying if they said anything else. Thankfully, they didn't have time.
"Hey!" a familiar girl called. Through teary eyes, Finney spotted Robin walking towards the spot he occupied, Gwen following close behind, carrying both their trays. The trio immediately halted their laughter and broke their intimidating stance, backing up from Finney.
"The fuck do you three think you're doing?" Gwen asked, obviously not desiring an answer. Buzz's friend rolled his eyes. "Don't get your panties in a knot, girly. We're just messing around." The young girl glared at him. If she wasn't holding food, she probably would've lunged at the three of them and taken them out herself.
"You're the new kid, right?" Robin pointed at the boy Gwen was now prepared to murder. "You're friends with that cobarde polla."
The boy shrugged. "I don't know. I don't speak sp-c." The other two barely tried to hold in their laughter, giving their leader an annoyingly confident smirk. Robin and Gwen looked at each other, telepathically planning their next move, and Robin stepped towards the trio, his hands casually in his pockets.
They, once again, stopped laughing and flattened their expressions as Robin approached them. His eyes traveled between them all, before they locked onto the main boy. "If you guys keep fucking with Finn," he began, "I'll come after you, and I'll come after Buzz. And if he finds out that you're the reason I beat him and his friends' asses again, he'll kill you if I didn't already. So keep your distance. It's for your own good."
Buzz's friend didn't say anything, obviously, he knew Robin was right. But that only fueled his anger. Lacking the confidence to do anything else, he could only scoff and slip a quick "Fuck you," Robin's way, before walking off, careful not to touch Robin or Gwen, his two minions doing the same. The duo watched them walk into the school building. Once they had departed, their gaze descended onto the crowd watching everything go down.
"The hell are you dipshits looking at?!" Gwen yelled, impressively making everyone return to their meals and conversations. Robin had really rubbed off on Gwen, and it made them Finney's saviors, for better or for worse.
The two of them sat down to join Finney, Robin placing himself down next to his boyfriend, and Gwen sitting across from the boys. She passed Robin his tray, however, it wouldn't have mattered if she did or didn't, as all three of them had lost their appetite.
They sat in silence for a good minute or so, staring down at their food, before finally beginning conversation. "Are you okay?" Robin asked the boy next to him. Finney was far too exhausted to answer a question like that, so he just sighed. "I mean, they didn't hurt you, did they?"
"They're smarter than that," Finney said.
Gwen scoffed, "Are they?" She turned to Robin, "You know, I say we take 'em just to let them know who's in charge."
"No, don't." Finney pointed at his sister, "Especially you. Don't even think about it."
Gwen groaned in annoyance, but Robin nodded, taking Finney's side.
"He's right, Gwen," he said. "If we just go around beating people up unprovoked, then we aren't any better than Buzz, or Matt, or Matty, or Moose or any of those hijos de putas."
Gwen tilted her head at Robin, looking like she took personal offense to that statement. "Unprovoked?" She turned to Finney. "How many times did they call you a f—" she paused, took a deep breath, then corrected herself, "How many times did they call you a slur?"
Robin and Finney locked eyes. Deep down, Robin agreed with Gwen. He wanted to take them out, and felt like it was justified, but Finney had made it really clear to him that he only wanted them to go after people if they hurt him. He'd gotten really tired of the other kids being afraid to talk to him, and he'd kind of gotten the reputation of being snitch because Robin would try to fight anyone who even stepped wrong around him. Robin understood how it made him feel, even if it took a while to learn, and had now become a lot more passive as a result.
"That's not important," Robin said, finally taking his eyes off his boyfriend.
Gwen groaned again, rolling her eyes. "Whatever," she said, "I can take them myself."
Finney spoke up, "No, you absolutely cannot. Stop talking like that or I'll hide all your arcade money."
The two siblings competitively stared at one another, as if the person who can hold their frame the longest would be the winner of the argument. Eventually, Gwen conceded with a sigh. "Okay, fine, dad."
Robin smiled. He loved seeing how much Gwen and Finney cared about each other, even though it was expressed in weird ways, sometimes. Finney looked back at Robin, a jokingly annoyed expression painted over his face. "What?"
"You're a terrible influence on her." Finney said, smiling softly.
Robin shrugged, "She took a little from me, you're really going to blame me for her being smart?" Robin payed Gwen a fair compliment, which she thoroughly enjoyed, growing a large grin. Finney looked at the other boy, giving Robin the perfect opportunity to plant a kiss right on his boyfriend's forehead.
"Te quiero, Finn," he said.
Finney blushed. "I love you, too."
"Gross," Gwen commented.
"Shut up," her brother ordered, the three of them immediately breaking out in laughter. They switched the topic of conversation to something different while they ate, their hunger restored from the positive mood all of them now fostered.
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Hey guys, it's me, the author from the top of the story you just read! I'm really sorry this chapter was so mean 😭 I had a lot of queer 80's angst that I just needed to get out of my system, but I'm good now, the next shot's going to be pure fluff, I hope you'll like it and also tysm for reading <3 🤗