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."
"yeah, but it's all soft," she tugged the towel off his head and let a few pieces of half-dry hair fall into his face. "i like it when chet's is like this, too. yours is more fun because it's longer, though."
"hey!" chet piped up from the bed, glancing up from the book he'd grabbed from cherry's nightstand.
she blushed a little bit, before pressing a kiss to soda's lips and hopping off the counter. she grabbed his hands and towed him back to the bed, both of them falling down next to chet. cherry squirmed under the blankets, plastering herself to chet's side and sandwiching herself between the boys.
soda looked over at the book and glanced at the title, "great expectations? not you, too..."
cherry giggled, scooting towards chet to check where he was in the book, "what's wrong with great expectations?"
"nothing, i guess, pony's reading it, too," soda shrugged, stretching out on the bed.
"hughes wants us to read it for english class," cherry looked back at soda. "chet's just seeing how far ahead i am."
"sounds like someone's behind," soda teased, reaching over cherry and jabbing a finger into chet's side.
chet squirmed for a moment before slipping cherry's bookmark back into the page and setting it down on the nightstand. he rolled over and pulled cherry closer.
"you know she just got done making fun of your hair in there, right?" soda teased, settling his head against cherry's shoulder.
"yeah... she likes to bully us, huh?" chet smiled, affectionately nudging her with his nose.
"oh, be quiet," she giggled. "i just said i like your hair like this."
chet looked the pair of them over, they really were a mess: cherry's hair in neat rollers and soda's half-dry hair flopping messily into his face. he supposed his own couldn’t be much better, messy and all in his face when he would almost always prefer it combed back and styled, but looking at soda, he could almost see why cherry loved it so much.
he gave a small smile and cupped soda's face in his hand, his thumb rubbing little circles around soda's cheek.
he hummed quietly, "hmm, i guess cherry has a little bit of a point."
soda blushed, and went to hide his face before cherry ran a hand through his hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"you're so pretty like this," she whispered.
soda looked flustered for a moment, but he glanced up after a moment with a smile on his face, "can we make hot chocolate?"
chet's head fell back as he laughed, and cherry giggled before pressing a kiss to soda's cheek.
"i think we can make that happen, sweet boy," she smiled down at him and tapped chet's elbow to signify that it was time for them to stand up.
chet pushed the blankets off of them and stood up quickly, reaching back to help cherry off the bed. across the room, soda made a small hissing sound as he stood up, one hand bracing his bad knee.
"you good, coca-cola?" chet asked, taking a few steps towards soda.
"'m okay, it's just getting colder," soda waved him off.
cherry pulled on her robe, hurrying down the stairs with the boys following a few feet behind her. chet looped his arm around soda's waist, pressing a kiss into his hair. soda blushed, letting himself lean into chet, letting chet hold some of the weight off his aching knee.
cherry was already melting chocolate by the time they arrived in the kitchen. chet gently lifted soda up and set him on the counter quickly, accompanied by a quick kiss to his lips, before going to check in with cherry.
less than ten minutes later, cherry and soda were on the counter while chet tended the beverages. soda was laying with his head in cherry's lap, her hands threading through his drying curls. chet had propped his knee up with a paper towel roll. "resourceful," cherry had called it.
and they stayed that way until soda fell asleep and cherry's eyes drooped. chet gently coaxed them off the couter and half carried both of them up the stairs and back into bed. he tucked the blankets around them and got the tree of them comfy, soft kisses pressed to each of their temples before watching them fall asleep against him.
OKAY i was thinking about Chet and Chery like I always do but i was especially thinking about them being dancer core.
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.
was just doing a little research for a fic as per and was looking at the origin of the name Chet
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
also someone tell me why when i was doing music for gcse drama people i found out that chet baker is an actual musician from the 50s and now i absolutely listen to him while studying
hii!!! i saw you're writing chetcherrycola!!! could you possibly give us some of that if you don't mind?? maybe something fluffier and casual/domestic... i can't stand anymore heartbreak that goes around this fandom and the writing... RIP
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.
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
pleas please please I need more Soda ship content!!
Seriously like if you write or draw stuff related to shipping Soda with like Steve or Steve and Evie or like Cherry or I even saw some ChetCherryCola stuff please tag me I love that stuff 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
