May 11
Throwback to when me and my twin dressed as Marcia and FantaBev (I’m fantabev)
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Throwback to when me and my twin dressed as Marcia and FantaBev (I’m fantabev)
“Thoughts on perry? Like the platypus?” Anna
“No.. like Paul and darry” Dan, looking straight into the camera
I finished this a month ago but never posted it so
anna orange soc girl is so pretty oh how i love her
Sitting outside with my sister & we’re drawing & I drew Orange Bev (is that what we call Anna’s Soc?) for the first time 😊😊 (also without a reference sorry for the inaccuracies 😭💀)
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.
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Author's Note: I had fun writing their lil argument😏
EDIT: marcia and lemon marcia’s fight cropped wrong but i fixed it ❤️🩹❤️🩹
Notes: this is its own au now guys. i’ve fallen in love with lemon marcia and the beef that marcia has with her.
also they are cousins because i said so. the lore ofc is that chet baker disappeared bc tulsa wasn’t big enough for two chet’s. i think it’s very funny for there to be a chet steel and chet baker, a green and yellow marcia, and an orange and blue beverly. they are all cousins (the fruits parents were unoriginal idk). the beverly’s pretend the other doesn’t exist; like don’t mention orange bev to blue bev and vice versa.
rip cherry she doesn’t have a cousin </3
also the fruits have a gc but i’m having too much fun so i think ill type it all up and post it on ao3
okay that’s all have fun
i forgot I have this clip