CHARACTER-DEPENDENT COSTUMES
These costumes are generally the same no matter who plays the character
- Ponyboy Curtis
- Johnny Cade
- Dallas Winston
- Darrel Curtis
- Sodapop Curtis
- Cherry Valance
- Two-Bit Mathews
- Bob Sheldon
- Paul Holden
GREASERS
- Renni Anthony Magee as Steve
- Tilly Evans-Krueger as Ace
- Jordan Chin as Steve
- Jordan Chin as Ace
- Henry Julián Gendron as Steve
- Ryo Kamibayashi as Steve
- Andre T. Malcolm as Steve
- Cameron Burke as Steve
- Jena VanElslander as Ace
- Anna K. Bermudez as Ace
- Milena J. Comeau as Ace (last performance 2/23/25)
- (retired costume) Henry Julián Gendron as Steve/Two-Bit
SOC BOYS
- Davis Wayne as Chet
- Devin Tyler Hatch as Brill
- Cole Zieser as Trip
- Henry Julián Gendron as Chet/Brill/Trip
- Victor Carrillo Tracey as Chet/Brill/Trip
- Ryo Kamibayashi as Chet/Brill/Trip
- Cameron Burke as Chet/Brill/Trip
- Matthew Varvar as Chet/Brill/Trip
- Melody Rose as "Melvin"
- SarahGrace Mariani as "Sergei"
- Anna K. Bermudez as "Rogelio"
- Jena VanElslander as "J.J."
- Kevin Csolak as Trip (last performance 8/25/24)
- Sean Harrison Jones as Trip (no longer in the show)
- RJ Higton as Chet (last performance 1/26/25)
- Milena J. Comeau as "Martin" (last performance 2/23/25)
- Barton Cowperthwaite as Brill (last performance 3/16/25)
SOC GIRLS
- SarahGrace Mariani as Marcia
- Melody Rose as Bev/Marcia
- Hailey Hyde as Marcia
- Jena VanElslander as Bev/Marcia
- Anna K. Bermudez as Bev/Marcia
- Maggie Kuntz as Marcia/Bev (last performance 1/26/25)
- Milena J. Comeau as Bev/Marcia (last performance 2/23/25)
2000s romcom Marbit. Funky little y2k Marcia and skater boy Two. And he crawls in through her window so they don’t get in trouble and plays cheesy songs on the guitar for her and she paints his nails and makes him earrings.
so i was there last night, for sequoiia!two-bit!!here’s his entrance, and yes that’s me laughing because he nearly fell off the car…
..but i’m an active theatre worker in NYC who isn’t getting paid nearly enough, so i’ll send you the link to the full audio if you tip me at the ko-fi in my pinned post and leave your tumblr in the tip notes so i can dm. not too much… dw. thanks in advance & hope you can understand!
Hiii idk if u still do Outsiders fanfic but if u do can I request for a Daryl Tofa as Dallas Winston x Anna Bermudez as orange Beverly???
Author's Note: yes ofc I'm still writing for the outsiders anon! always got to go back to my roots and I actually love this request so so much!
joints bring people together
Daryl!Dallas Winston x Anna!Beverly Jitney-Bush
The nightly double drive-In buzzed with the usual Saturday crowd.
Old Chevys and Fords filled the lot. Kids laughed. Someone had a portable radio blasting Elvis. The smell of popcorn, burgers, and gasoline lingered in the warm Oklahoma air.
On one side of the lot sat the greasers.
Ponyboy leaned against Two-Bit's car with a Coke.
Johnny sat beside him, quiet as ever.
Steve and Two-Bit were arguing over who had cheated during pool earlier.
And Dallas...
Dallas had one boot propped on the bumper, cigarette hanging lazily from the corner of his mouth as he watched everyone with bored blue eyes.
Across the lot—
"Ugh."
Beverly crossed her arms.
Silky brown hair.
Gold earrings.
Immaculate coral dress that somehow hadn't gotten a speck of dust on it despite standing in a gravel parking lot.
Around her were Cherry, Marcia, Paul, and Bob.
"They're here," Beverly muttered.
Cherry sighed.
"They're always here."
"They ruin everything."
Bob snorted.
"They're just trash."
Beverly didn't even look embarrassed agreeing.
"No good nobodies," she said flatly. "Every single one of them."
Almost on cue—
Dallas looked over.
Their eyes met.
He rolled his own dramatically.
"Well," he drawled loud enough for everyone to hear, "if it ain't Princess Beverly."
Beverly's lip curled.
"Oh look."
"The jailbird."
Two-Bit immediately whispered to Ponyboy,
"Here we go."
Dallas smirked.
"Didn't know they let dolls like you outta the country club after dark."
"They usually don't," Beverly replied sweetly.
"But they make exceptions when they hear the circus is in town."
Steve barked out a laugh.
"Pony, I think she just called us clowns."
Dallas tipped his head.
"You got a real mouth on you."
"And you've got a criminal record."
Johnny quietly looked at Ponyboy.
"She's gonna get herself killed..."
Dallas pushed himself off the car.
"Oh yeah?"
He took a few slow steps closer.
"What're you gonna do about it?"
Beverly didn't move an inch.
"I'm going to stand here."
She smiled with practiced sweetness.
"And wait."
"For what?"
"For you to inevitably get arrested."
Two-Bit burst out laughing.
"She's got ya there, Dally."
Dallas flipped him off without looking away from Beverly.
"You think you're real funny."
"I know I am."
"You think you're better than everybody."
"I know I am."
There wasn't even hesitation.
That somehow irritated Dallas more.
He scoffed.
"Rich little brat."
"Delinquent."
"Spoiled princess."
"Street rat."
Cherry pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Oh my God."
"They're children."
Ten minutes later.
The movie had started.
Everyone had settled into their own groups.
The arguing had finally stopped.
Mostly.
Dallas wandered toward the snack stand.
Not because he wanted popcorn.
He wanted another cigarette.
The old neon sign buzzed overhead as he stepped behind the building where employees usually took smoke breaks.
Quiet.
No people.
Perfect.
He reached into his jacket.
Pulled out his pack.
Tapped one loose.
Then—
"...Seriously?"
He froze.
There, leaning against the brick wall with one ankle crossed over the other...
...was Beverly.
Also holding a cigarette.
She looked equally annoyed to see him.
"No."
Dallas blinked.
"You smoke?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"No."
"I'm holding it for decoration."
He snorted despite himself.
"Figures."
She clicked open a silver lighter.
"Mind your business."
The flame flickered.
She lit the cigarette with practiced ease.
Not awkwardly.
Not experimentally.
Like she'd done it a hundred times.
Dallas stared.
"...Well I'll be damned."
"What?"
"I didn't peg you for a smoker."
"And I didn't peg you for someone capable of coherent conversation."
He chuckled.
"Fair enough."
She took a slow drag.
"So."
"You gonna leave?"
"Nah."
He pulled out his own lighter.
"I was here first."
"You absolutely were not."
"You gonna call the cops?"
She gave him a sideways glance.
"I've considered it."
"You always this pleasant?"
"Only around greasers."
Dallas lit his cigarette.
The orange glow briefly illuminated the scar near his jaw.
For a moment...
Neither of them spoke.
The sounds of the movie drifted faintly from the speakers.
Crickets chirped.
Cars idled.
Smoke curled into the night air.
Finally—
Dallas looked over.
"So."
"What brand?"
Beverly hesitated.
"...Lucky Strikes."
Dallas slowly lowered his cigarette.
"...You're kidding."
"What?"
He held up his own pack.
Lucky Strikes.
The exact same kind.
Beverly stared.
"...You've got to be joking."
"I'm not."
Silence.
Neither one wanted to admit it.
Finally Dallas muttered,
"Well."
"Guess you've got one decent thing about you."
Beverly rolled her eyes so hard it was almost impressive.
"Don't flatter yourself."
"I wasn't."
"You smoke my cigarettes."
"They're not your cigarettes."
"They're my brand."
"They belong to thousands of people."
Dallas laughed.
An actual laugh.
Short.
Rough.
Surprised.
Beverly looked at him.
"...What?"
"Nothin'."
"You laughed."
"I did not."
"You absolutely did."
He took another drag.
"Maybe you're less unbearable when you're not yappin'."
She smirked despite herself.
"Maybe you're less insufferable when you're not trying to impress your little gang."
For a split second...
Neither of them looked angry.
Just...two teenagers sharing a cigarette behind a snack stand, hidden from friends who would never believe they were standing within five feet of each other without trying to start a fight.
Then someone rounded the corner.
"Dally?"
Johnny stopped dead.
His eyes bounced between Dallas...
...and Beverly...
...both smoking...
...standing in complete silence.
He blinked.
"...Am I interrupting something?"
Dallas and Beverly answered at exactly the same time.
"No."
"No."
They turned to glare at each other again.
Johnny decided very quickly that he didn't want to know what was going on, and quietly backed around the corner, wondering how two people who seemed to hate each other so much could look so strangely at ease sharing the same patch of shadow behind the drive-in.
haiii star!! as a fellow outsiders writer-i gotta say i really love marbit-LIKE LOVEEEE MARBIT
and i was wondering if you could pleaseee write maybe some angst to fluff with marcia and two-bit
maybe something like marcia or two-bit have doubts with being with the other
like marcia is wondering why two-bit is with her (just to mess with her feelings or something else?)
or two-bit wondering why a soc like her is with a greaser like him (pitying him and etc)
have a wonderful day-you’re my biggest inspiration in this community!!
sincerely, dani 💕
oh darlin i think ill just melt, this just made my entire month omg..
ive been stuck with some awful writer’s block with another fic for a MINUTE and i immediately knew what to do with this one soooo here’s some marbit for the class <3
hope this is okay🩷
two-bit found himself looking almost longingly at the clock in the dx, waiting for 3pm to roll around so he could sneak onto the west side to see marcia. he’d been bumming around the station after skipping school all day, bugging steve and soda in turn and deciding he needed a pepsi every hour or so.
the clock finally chimed three times, and two-bit hopped happily over the counter and ran towards the door. the sky outside was grey and bleak, probably about to rain, despite the sticky-hot, late-summer air. he sprinted through all of the back roads he knew to use to get to marcia’s house, traipsing through the woods behind the other soc houses. when he finally found marcia’s house both her parents cars, as always, were gone.
he shuffled through the trees, marcia's back porch in plain view, and as he got closer, he saw the brown curls pouring over a textbook. she had set out a history test next to the book on the table, her backpack discarded next to her on the sofa.
"hey, babydoll," two-bit laughed, hopping over the fence and landing a few feet from the edge of the pool.
marcia's head darted up as his voice rang through the quiet backyard. she smiled down at him, "no lifeguard on duty, swim at your own risk."
he rolled his eyes playfully and hurried up to her. he pushed her backpack off the sofa and squished in next to her, one of his arms playfully pulling her into his side. she giggled and squirmed in his hold for a moment before going back to looking over her test.
“that’s a better grade than i’ve ever gotten on a test,” two-bit joked, hanging his chin over her shoulder and trying to make sense of the history book and how it connected to the test.
marcia sighed, “probably the worst grade i’ve ever gotten on a test.”
two glanced up at the top of the paper, where an 87% was scrawled in blue ink. he frowned, and hugged her around the middle, “you’re too hard on yourself, baby. i know a whole bunch of greasers that’ll never get a score like that.”
she sighed, her eyes still darting frantically between the test and the book, “i can’t let my grades slip, not over something like this. i need to make sure i don’t miss anything that’ll be on the midterm next week.”
two-bit still didn’t appreciate what she was so hung up on, but he let her go back to looking over her material. that is, until the sky opened up and huge raindrops started to pour all around them, horribly smudging the ink of the textbook and her test.
“shit!” marcia shoved the test paper into the book and slammed it shut, grabbing haphazardly for her backpack. “gimme my bag! these can’t get wet!”
two-bit grabbed her bag and held it open for her. the moment she had shoved it in, he zipped it shut and tossed it into the dry house through the sliding door next to them.
“good thing we didn’t panic,” two-bit laughed, but when he turned around, marcia was standing perfectly still, rain pounding down on her as her makeup started to run. he smiled sympathetically, “hey, no need to get all upset, you can do this all over again with the midterm next week, no biggie.”
the joke had been a bad idea, and two-bit understood well and good that he should have shut his trap when marcia burst into tears, falling down on the sofa with her head in her hands.
“woah!” the words came out much more shocked than he had intended, and his tone only seemed to make her feel worse. he rushed forward, collecting her in his arms and trying to comfort her, "what's with the tears, pretty girl?"
to his shock, marcia pushed at his arms, wrapping her own tightly around her stomach as the pitiful cries began in earnest. two-bit could barely conceal his shock, he couldn't for the life of him figure out what was so wrong.
"marcia," he started in perfectly measured tones. "what's the matter? i've never seen you this broken up over a test before."
marcia gave a strangled sob and heaved in a breath before she whimpered, "why do you even like me?"
the silence between them was absolute, except for the rain hitting the pool loudly behind them. two-bit had to tilt his head for a moment before the look of horror could make its way onto his face. he couldn't even say anything before she continued.
"why do you want to be with someone like me? i'm not as pretty as cherry, i don't have as much money as bev, and i can't even do well on a stupid test! my parents are gonna kill me if they find out... if i don't make the honor roll-"
she was working herself up, two-bit could hear her breath picking up and the panic rising in her chest. he took an experimental step towards her when she didn't move away, he took another, and she looked up at him with the most despreate, pleading look in her eyes.
"baby..." he hurried forward and marcia fell into him, rain still pounding down on them as she sobbed into his chest. "i don't care about some test, you know i think you're the smartest gal in tulsa."
"my parents will kill me if they find out..." she whimpered.
"they don't have to," he comforted quietly, pressing kisses to the crown of her head. "hey, i never loved you because you worked so hard to be perfect for everyone else. i love you because you're perfect for me, and sometimes you'll get knocked down a little, but you still went straight home and started working to get better. you've been knocking my socks off since the day we met, and i promise, it never had anything to do with how you did on your tests."
marcia gave another muffled sob, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“i mean look at you,” he kissed her forehead sweetly. “you’re beautiful, you’re sweet, you’re funny… i’m the luckiest guy in the world, babydoll.”
she nosed at his collarbone, her breath finally slowing down, “i love you too…”
"yeah?"
"yeah..." there was a smile fighting its way across her face, and two felt his heart swelling.
he held her close, not caring for a second that they were both soaking wet from the pouring rain. he wished there was something he could do to keep her smiling, there wasn't much he wouldn't do. he glanced over her shoulder and his eyes landed on the pool.
"and you know why you love me?" he asked, a smile spreading across his own face.
she looked up at him, her face full of confusion, "what?"
he whooped, “because nobody else will get you to laugh like this!”
for one gorgeous moment, he didn't care that he was in his clothes, complete with overalls and converse, or that it was pouring down rain. he laughed loudly and let go of her, sprinting down the stairs and diving into the pool. the water was freezing, unsurprisingly, but something in him felt infinitely more alive as he kicked himself up from the bottom and surfaced in the pouring rain. even as his ears adjusted to being above the water, he could hear marcia howling with laughter from the edge of the pool. she seemed only slightly concerned that two had never been the strongest swimmer, but he seemed alright. he paddled over to the edge and gazed up at her as she brushed her rain soaked hair out of her face, clearly not minding anymore what she looked like.
she crouched down as he arrived in front of her, "what was that for?"
he smiled, dipping his head back in the water and doing his best to make it look like he wasn't as cold as he was, "made you laugh didn't it?"
"sure, but you're still an idiot," she rolled her eyes playfully as he started to climb out of the pool. "i'll get you a towel."
two-bit took a moment to look over the dress she was wearing as she started to walk away. he remembered her talking about how much she didn't like it a while ago, and if he was right, the shoes were the same story. he quickly pushed himself up from the side of the pool and sprinted over to her, grabbing her around the waist and throwing her over her shoulder. marcia shrieked and hit his shoulders, but he could hear her laughing as he ran with her and jumped into the pool again, dragging her down with him.
he let go of her as they hit the water, his shoes hitting the bottom of the pool. he opened his eyes to the stinging chlorine and watched as she swam around him gracefully.
he kicked off from the bottom and watched her come up next to him a few moments later, pushing her hair out of her face and digging the palms of her hands into her eyes to clear out the water. two-bit couldn’t help but laugh as he look at her makeup streaming down her face.
“what?” she looked at him curiously.
“nothing,” he grinned.
“what?” she asked again, louder this time.
he just laughed, “you’re a raccoon.”
she rolled her eyes, “you’re a pain in my ass.”
two-bit’s mouth dipped underwater as he laughed at her, his waterlogged clothes starting to weigh him down. she swam over to him and grabbed his hand underwater, gently towing him back to where they would be able to stand. the second he felt the bottom of the pool under his feet, he pulled marcia into his arms and kissed her.
there was something senational about it, the way the whole world went quiet when she was in his arms, the way the rain cascaded down both of their faces and her wet hair fell messily over her shoulder. she was shaking from the cold and he probably was, too, but he could have stayed there forever if it meant he could keep feeling that way.
she pulled back and smiled, "you know, this dress is dry clean only."
two-bit scoffed, "bill me."
marcia just laughed loudly, "what if i did?"
two raised one eyebrow, "you won't."
"how do you figure that?" she asked, resting their foreheads together.
his eyes glimmered as he looked up at her. his girl.
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