To Be Named At A Later Date

Dont Touch My Squad

"You guys should see him in all black. I could attack him right now just thinking about it," Connie swooned and draped over Jasmin's shoulder.

"I'm not an emo boy," Steven repeated with an amused grin. "I hardly ever wear black."

Jacob held up a finger. "Which is why when you do, it's a household game to see if we can find out why."

"Uh oh." Alex's voice cut through the moment as he scrolled back to the most recent comments. "You poor... stupid... fool."

They were all upon him in an instant, the playful air sliced as they read the very highest one with the most replies.

'Look, I absolutely adore TiBNAALD, and as a straight cis man the women are all bombshells, but if you take them out the men will crumble.'

A reply read, 'Jesus dude, are you trying to get snatched in the middle of the night?!'

'He has a point though: those women are their absolute worlds. I respect Stevens power, but I would fear the might of Steven if he and the gang lost their girls. The boys are the bark and Stevens the K.O bite.'

The silence was thick and heavy. There was no telling what the men were thinking even by looking at them. They were stone cold silent and stone faced.

Another comment popped up, 'Guys, the real trick is to take them all out. Hypothetically, 8 fights at once with all of their fans? Yeah, we win. HYPOTHETICALLY.'

"Steven, they're just kidding."

Steven was momentarily confused by the muffling of his wife's voice, then realized with a start that he'd bubbled her and popped it. "I know. Doesn't make me less likely to keep my hands off anyone who merely entertains entertaining the thought."

"I dare a single soul to lay a finger on Jasmin with ill intent. Swear to God I am not afraid of prison," Jacob growled, pulling her by her hip into him.

Hazel hummed and pulled Anna into him, letting Adam grab her hand to kiss it. "You think they'd put me in prison for how they'd find a silly little bitch who put their hands on our babygirl?"

"It would almost be smarter to just shoot me where I stand. Bringing my girl into this should've been a thing after I died." Adam flexed his hand around his fidget and sighed at the girls giving them unamused looks.

"Sword trained," Connie reminded them. "They'd have to beat me first, and I have literal apocalypse training."

Anna flexed her muscles. "I'm pretty like a girl, but I hit like a grown ass man."

"I'm strapped so I genuinely wish a bitch would. Give me a reason to pull the trigger," Jasmin laughed lightly. "We can protect ourselves, you guys don't need to smother us for the rest of the day."

They did exactly that, the men became slaves at the hands of their women and the doors were triple checked along with surveillance. They knew it was just a simple pondering, but the comment didn't make them upset that they'd brought their women into it as much as they were upset that they were right. If they lost their girls, they'd go down right after in pure emotional destruction. Maybe they'd lash out, maybe they'd turn into serial killers with a taste for revenge and murder, but with their ultimately kind natures they'd be most likely to fall to their knees and just give up.

*

"What's this?" Connie asked skeptically a few days later, glancing at the booth and then the boys being pretty silly for the brooding they'd been doing for days. "Are the boys done being guard dogs?"