Moonknight Imagines☆Preferences

Preference☆005

Encounter with an asshole
Inspired by a request by: AnimeDweeb2020

[Warning this may contain slight amounts of violence and slight homophobia. Viewer discretion advised. Thank you]

Marc Spector
○ It was a late evening you sat a bar, rather impatiently waiting for your boyfriend. Suddenly you felt a hand on your lower back and turned hoping to see Marc. You were met with a man who could only be described as frat boy. He wore a collared shirt and smelled strongly of cheap beer. It seemed like he was just barely old enough to even be in here. He smiled down at you his eyes blood shot and watery, of course he was faded, he was a frat boy. Swiftly you shoved his hand off of you, which he quickly moved back sliding it down a little too far. Moving from your seat you glared at him and he gained a fake dumbfounded expression.
    "Oh I'm sorry, I thought you were my girl friend." He smirked moving closer and placing his fowl smelling hand up your chin.
      "Do you wanna be?" He questioned as if that were the smoothest line in existence. Judging by his facial expression, he truly thought it was. Luckily for you Marc came in at the right moment, and swooped in to save the day. Calmly he stepped between the two of you grabbing your hand to pull you away. He tried desperately to avoid a confrontation but frat bro was not having it.
      "Hey man, I was totally about to score." Marc turned shaking his head moving you so you stood behind him.
       "Yea, I doubt that." Was all he said before turning his gaze to you, making sure the frat boy didn't happen to try anything.
        "Oh I'm confident, she was giving me the eyes." The bro leaned trying to get a glimpse of you from behind Marc.
         "And what the hell does that mean?"
          "She was practically coming onto me. I mean the way she's dressed the way-" Marc cut him off with a scowl
           "Hold on, the way she's dressed has nothing to do with you. She didn't put that on thinking that some asshole would try and harass her. Are you even old enough to be in here?" The color drained from frat boys face at that question, seeing as how all eyes were on the group of you. Admitting defeat he decided to leave, well, he was more escorted out. Either way, a win.

Steven Grant
● You were out shopping oddly enough, Steven strayed a little bit behind you looking at all of the different foods to get. Every once in a while he'd bring something up and sheepishly ask for it, to which you'd reply:
    "Steven, you're an adult. If you want it, get it." To which he'd sheepishly nod and add it to the trolley. Eventually the two of you arrived at the checkout line, unfortunately you had quite the line ahead of you. So the two of stood there together, chatting a little bit. Occasionally adding some candies from the front to your cart. A man slipped by and you moved closer to Steven to not be in the way, when you felt a pitch. Steven seemed to notice it too and the two of you glared at the man. Steven peered down at you with a concerned expression.
     "Don't worry about it." Oh, he worried about it, he worried about it so much he decided to say something.
      "Erm, s'cuse me." He stated firmly, which was really his version of yelling. The man whipped his head around, he wasn't really an attractive man. He was short, and balding, he wore a goatee and glared at Steven.
       "What?"
        "Keep your hands to yourself, please." The man scoffed looking you up and down.
        "You suggesting I'd touch someone like that, on purpose?" In a matter of seconds Steven's expression changed and a harsh glare cast over his face. Which, to say the least was extremely unnerving, you had never seen Steven get mad and you thought perhaps you would now.
         "I'm not suggesting anything, I'm saying you deliberately touched her. So your hands to yourself," he paused "Before I make you." Nervousness obviously filled his body as he said that but he kept a firm stance. The man scoffed before walking away, Steven turned his gaze to you and from then you on the inside of the lane.