#chetcherrycola

@outsidersweek

y'all know i had to bring back chetcherrycola for this round of fics lol have you met me ?? anyways the prompt for today was 'hair' aand i didn't follow the prompt that much but i missed writing these guys sooo bad

cw: there's a few moments where they're the tiniest bit suggestive, but nothing explicit ofc

hope this is okay 🩷

"i think i like you like this even more," cherry smiled, ruffling soda's hair before he could throw the towel back over it.

she was sitting on the edge of the sink, her hair rolled and ready for bed. soda stood in front of her, his pajama pants low on his hips and his t-shirt discarded on the bed through the door, a few feet from chet's legs.

"nah," soda laughed, trying his best to get his hair dry. "it doesn't look good like this... it's all messy."

and Friday at the Drive-in, it just proves it. Because we know Cherry goes and dances with Chet when it gets to the dance break and honestly I think they found a spark within dancing.

Because is it just me who sees Chet’s happy excited look after dancing with her but immediately gets shot down from Bob.

Chet normally comes from Chester or Chesney and i cannot get Chester out of my head (i don’t remember if RJ ever came up with a middle name for Chet- if he did please remind me) but now i am absolutely stuck on the idea of his mama callin him

“CHESTER HENRY BAKER”

and i shall be referencing that from now on thank you very much

like think of Soda finding out he’s called Chester? His dad comes home and shouts for him to come downstairs “Chester! come do the dishes!” and Soda never lets him live it down and goes as far to call him “Chetster” to forever take the mick

if his middle name isn’t Henry tell me and i’ll change it but i think it suits him personally

Author's Note: yes ofc anon! this fandom is literally on fire rn omfg

Flowers

Cherry Valance x Chet Baker x Sodapop Curtis

Sodapop Curtis wasn’t the kind of guy who needed much to be happy. A cold Coke, a good laugh, and a warm summer day usually did the trick. But this—this was something else.

He sat cross-legged on a soft checkered blanket, surrounded by golden sunlight and the scent of wildflowers, with Cherry Valance nestled against his left side and Chet Baker on his right. Both were Socs, clean-cut and poised, so different from the grease-stained world he belonged to. And yet, here they were, breaking the unspoken rules of Tulsa’s social divide just to spend an afternoon loving him the way they wanted to—without judgment, without whispers, without the constant pull of their different worlds keeping them apart.

Cherry reached for his hand, tracing lazy circles on his palm. “We don’t get to do this enough,” she murmured, her voice carrying a soft regret.

Soda grinned, squeezing her fingers. “Yeah, but that just makes it even better when we do.”

Chet, who had been lounging back against the picnic basket, tilted his head toward Soda and studied him with those sharp, thoughtful eyes of his. “Still,” he said, “feels like we oughta make up for lost time.”

Without warning, he reached behind him and pulled out a bundle of freshly picked flowers, petals in shades of pale blue, white, and the deepest red. He held them out with a sheepish little smile, as if realizing mid-motion how corny it all was. “For you, Soda.”

Sodapop blinked. He wasn’t the type to get flowers—hell, no one gave Greasers flowers. That was for girls at dances, for birthdays and anniversaries. But here he was, sitting in the middle of a sunlit clearing, handed a bouquet by a boy with calloused athlete hands and a girl with a sweet spirit.

He swallowed thickly, trying not to let the lump in his throat win. “Ain’t no one ever given me flowers before,” he admitted, voice a little rough around the edges.

Cherry smiled, tucking a stray piece of honey-blond hair behind his ear. “Guess we’ll have to start a new tradition.”

And just like that, the dam broke.

Chet leaned in first, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to the corner of Soda’s mouth. Cherry followed with one to his temple, lingering just long enough that he could feel her breath. Then another kiss, and another—his cheek, his jaw, the bridge of his nose. The warmth of them settled over him like sunlight, melting into his skin.

Soda laughed, a little breathless, a little overwhelmed. “Aw, hell,” he muttered, “y’all are really tryin’ to spoil me, huh?”

Cherry just hummed, her lips brushing against his knuckles as she kissed his hand. “Of course we are,” she whispered. “You deserve it.”

Chet pulled him close, tucking Soda’s head under his chin. “You deserve so much more than sneaking around and stolen moments.” His voice was low, earnest. “But until things change, we’ll take what we can get.”

And for now, that was enough.

Sodapop closed his eyes, letting himself sink into their touch, their love. The world could wait.

Because in this moment, under the warm Oklahoma sun, he was theirs—and they were his.

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sigh guys isn't it crazy that society in the 60s would rather see cherry have two boyfriends than see two men smooching 😔

unfortunately not many thoughts because what if i say i'm a bobcherry truther and a single bachelor chet lover

the people of tulsa think cherry's cheating on both of her boyfriends with the other one, and they're both impressed and disgusted honestly LMAO

trip going up to chet one day and being like "cherry's cheating on you with sodapop curtis" and chet's like "oh, actually not true! we're all dating!" and trip's like 🧍 huh

soda and chet both being devastated they can't be affectionate in public so they both dial up the pda with cherry

she's like 🙂↕️ I know that's right

the drive in is where they thrive bc we've already established chet as a chronic third wheeler LMAO so the people think he's found a new couple to cling on to

INCORRECT !!! THEY ARE ALL HOLDING HANDS