The Outsiders Imagines, Preferences and One Shots

Steve Imagine!

A/N: Requested by UnicornXxCrew . Sorry for the wait, I hope you like it!

Imagine:

Your POV:

"So," Steve says, winking at me. "Wanna go fool around?" He asks. Usually I would say yes, but tonight I just can't get that face out of my mind. That handsome, random stranger's face. Just his simple, "Sorry, babe," after I bumped into him melted me heart. "No thanks, Steve. Not tonight," I say, carefully, so he doesn't question me. But he does anyways. "Why not, babe?" I just shrug. "Not in the mood, honey," I say, kissing his lips. "Let's just go to bed, sweetie," I tell him and guide him to our room. "Are you feeling ok, sweetie?" He asks me. I just nod, but he feels my forehead anyways. "Is something wrong?" He asks. "No!" I scream at him, annoyed. "I'm fine, Steve, ok? Now can you please let me sleep?" He nods and I fall asleep almost immediately, a picture of the stranger in my head, instead of my boyfriend. I dream about him, too. He kissed me, and I enjoy it. He proposes to me, and I say yes. Later, we'd have kids together, and be happy for the rest of our lives. We'd spend our days together, in each other's company, just being happy. And then I wake up and see Steve next to me. "Good Morning," He says to me, monotone. Weird, he's usually at least a little bit cheerful. "Morning," I smile at him. "Sleep well?" He asks. I nod. "Yeah, you?" "Not the best actually, you were mumbling and moaning all night," He says. I blush, knowing what those dreams were about. And then Steve surprises me. He asks me, point blank, "Are you cheating on me?" I just blink. "Excuse me?" Of course I'm not cheating on him... I don't even know the guys name, I just think he's cute. But I love Steve. "I said are you cheating on me," He repeats. Suddenly, I'm not hurt anymore. I'm just angry. "How dare you accuse me of that?" I yell at him. "I wasn't accusing you of anything, Nina. I was just wondering," He says, his voice calm. "Well, no. I'm not cheating on you," I say, my voice defenseful. (<I don't think that's a word, but pretend it is) "What kind of dreams were you having last night?" He asked. His voice sounded demanding, like he needed to know, but at the same time he was trying to make it seem like he doesn't care. "Why do you ask?" I say, my cheeks hot. I don't want to have to explain them... "Because I want to know if something's going on," He says. "Well, nothing is," I say, getting out of bed and changing. "Nina, don't lie to me," He says. I look at him. Why would he think I'm lying to him? "Where were you yesterday?" He asks, changing the subject, but I know where he's going with it. "I was out shopping," I tell him. It's not a lie. "I don't believe you," He says. Now I'm just angry. "Why not?" I demand. "What the hell did I ever do to you that you don't believe me? There is nothing going on. I love you, and I would never cheat!" I yell. He stares at me. "You're lying and I know it, Nina. I know you," He says. Now I'm lacing up my shoes, getting ready to leave. Tears burn in my eyes. I thought Steve was the one, but now all I can think about that guy... and how much my guy hurt me. Why can't he trust me? What did I do wrong? Just because I wasn't up to... it last night? And moaning in my sleep means nothing, I mean, he snores in his sleep. Is there really a difference? "I'm leaving, Steve," I say, tears dripping down my cheeks. "If you really think I'm cheating on you, then you obviously don't need me here," I grab my keys and walk out. When I get in the car, instead of driving away, I just sit there, sobbing. Steve, the love of my life, the guy that means everything to me, gone. I pretty much just broke it off with him. Is this what I want? Is this what he wants? I just want to scream. I want to cry. I want to throw something. Instead, I smack the steering wheel. Well, if I didn't want to make it obvious that I'm still in the driveway, now I've done it. Before I can even start the car, I see Steve running out of the house. He opens my door. "Nina," He whispers. "Steve," I respond. "I'm so sorry, Nina," He takes my hand, and I get out of the car. "Are you?" I ask. He nods, taking his thumb and wiping my tears, one by one. "I... I didn't mean to accuse you of anything, or hurt your feelings. I guess... I guess I'm just paranoid that I'll lose you one day. I could never bear to see that happen, so that's why I have a question for you." He gets down on one knee, and I feel a whole new set of tears forming in my eyes. In one hand he holds a box, the ring, and in the other he has my hand. "Nina (Your middle and last name), would you do me the honor of being my wife?" He asks. I nod, and he pulls me down to his level, where I sit down and kiss him. It was long, and passionate, and happy, and better than anything I could ever imagine with that stupid stranger.