The Outsiders Imagines/Headcannons

First fight/ Steve imagine

You sat at the bar, waiting for Steve to come back from the bathroom.
Most of the gang went to Buck's to party for Two's birthday. You tagged along to just have a small drink with Steve.
You fiddled with your empty glass and stared at the table with boredom.
"Hey, Y/N!" A guy behind you called happily.
You turned around and smiled, recognizing he was a childhood friend of yours.
"Oh hi!" You laughed, "I haven't seen you in so long! How are you?"
"I'm great, thanks. Man, who knew I'd catch you here all this time."
"Same goes for you!"
"Hey, by any chance, could I get your number to keep in contact? I even have our other friends' numbers if you want, ooh, we should all go out somewhere!"
"Yeah, that sounds fun!"
You wrote your number on a piece of paper and was about to give it to him when he was brutally punched across the face. He fell hard on the ground and groaned.
People gasped and gathered around the scene.
You looked and saw it was Steve, boiling with rage and his fists clenched so hard that they turned red. He was breathing harshly and his face was twisted into a mean scowl.
"Steve!" You exclaimed, "What the hell?! Why'd you do that?!"
"Let's go." He growled, grabbing your wrist tightly.
"Ow, ow!" You winced.
He pulled you out of the building and to the car where he finally let go.
"Get in," He said in a low voice, "We're going home."
You gulped out of fear and did as he said.
He vigorously drove out of the parking lot and onto the street.
It was silent until Steve questioned you.
"Why were you with that guy?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"He was an old friend," You explained quietly.
"Old friend, huh?" He said sarcastically, driving a little faster.
"Yeah, we were happy seeing each other again and we wanted to meet with other friends. That's it, we didn't do anything else."
"Then why were you guys giggling and exchanging numbers?" He was getting mad again.
The speed was increasing even more.
"Steve, he was just a friend! We wanted to keep in contact!" You raised your voice.
"That's not what I saw!" He laughed sarcastically, "Nuh uh, I saw you two-timing me you slut."
He was above the speed limit and cars starting honking. You couldn't take it.
"Steve!" You yelled at him, feeling a lump in your throat. As you talked more, your voice trembled, "Stop acting like this! I'm not a slut at all and you know that! And I can talk to anyone I want to, you can't tell me what I can or can't do!"
He slammed on the brakes, making you jump.
He turned to you with fire in his eyes.
"YES I CAN!" He towered over you like a mountain, "YOU ARE MINE AND MINE ALONE! YOU LISTEN TO ME! I DON'T WANT YOU TO TALK TO HIM OR ANY OTHER GUY EVER AGAIN! IF YOU DO, WE'LL BE DONE, YOU HEAR?!"
His loud voice shook the car and left you in a terrified silence. Your shaky, fast breathing was the only sound in the car after Steve was done.
That was the first real argument you had with Steve. He was always charming and nice to you, he never showed his bad side to you, until now.
Tears immediately started flowing and you broke into a sob. You were so scared, you were holding onto the door and you scooted as far away form him as possible.
Little did you know, as you were sobbing into your arms, Steve's tough look quickly softened into guilt and he glanced at you once in a while.
You guys reached the house and he got up to open your door for you when you got up yourself and quickly walked inside.
You immediately walked to your guy's room and sprawled face down on the bed. You crawled under the blanket and curled up into a ball, still crying.
Steve walked in quietly and looked at you sadly. He knew what he'd done to you and he felt extremely bad, but he didn't know what to say or do.
He took off his sweatshirt and shoes and climbed into bed.
You scooted away from him and hid your face, making him feel like an arrow of guilt had struck him.
"Shit, baby." He sighed, "I-I...I'm so sorry."
He went under the covers and slowly wrapped his arms around you. He started to spoon you as he softly kissed your back.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered again, "I didn't mean that at all. Just seeing you with that guy made me...jealous. I just-It makes me mad and uncomfortable, seeing you with someone other than me, I couldn't even control my anger and I hurt you and your friend. I love you so much, I don't wanna lose you, I want to be with you only. You're right, I can't control you. You're my girl and I should've trusted you and let you be happy. I'm sorry."
He was turning red by the minute, he wasn't used to talking about sappy stuff. But he meant every word of it.
"I forgive you." You whispered.
"I love you." He kissed your cheek.
"I love you too."