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the comments this week were driving me nuts and i was gonna make another post about it but i was like what’s the point, people will still do it.

Stop asking to be adopted

Stop asking to marry them

Stop asking about their relationships

Stop asking where certain people are

Stop asking who’s on in two months time (they say over and over they don’t know until the day of unless they have vacation)

And please for the love of God, stop spamming

i had to turn my comments off because it was so bad and i wasn’t enjoying it as i was correcting people and seeing how disrespectful people were to those that were on and not on-

They Owe You Nothing, You’re Entitled To Nothing

They are not your friends, you don’t know them personally, please stop acting like you do it’s uncomfortable for the rest of us that just want to watch and laugh but instead have to read your immature comments and righteous behaviours

Think before you comment, would i want a random person asking me that? if the answer is no, DO NOT ASK THEM!

THEYRE PEOPLE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD

can people stop asking the cast on soc saturday if they can adopt you... it's weird as fuck can we not

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YESS MY SWEET SWEET BABIES THEY MAKE MY HEART ACHE!!

Chetcherrycola but how they get together?

hiiiii love this was a real brain teaser for me bc i had a TIME trying to justify how the three of them all got to be together lmao.. like the logistics are nuts BUT i think i mapped something out that works :))

so im imagining chet and soda got together first (i've seen people say a childhood best friends to enemies to lovers pipeline nd im obsessed with that) and then cherry comes in later,, which is where this fic finds us ;)

hope this is okay🩷

they were late, not for the first time, and certainly not the last. chet had overslept, soda had taken too long in the shower, and suddenly the pair of them were sprinting through the west side, trying to get to school on time.

they were still a few blocks away when soda doubled over, breath coming in ragged gasps. chet stopped a few yards down, his long legs carrying him much further.

“you good?” chet asked, taking a few steps back.

soda lowered himself dramatically into the grass next to the sidewalk and groaned, breath still coming quickly, “why’d i let you make me run? i don’t even wanna go.”

chet, glanced around to make sure they were alone before he rolled his eyes, sitting down next to soda and propping himself up on his elbows, “you can’t just keep skipping, baby.”

“but it’s not like i’m gonna know what’s happening anyways,” soda laid back in the grass.

“well you never will if you’re never there,” chet mused, but he knew it wouldn’t make much of a difference with soda. he also knew it wouldn’t be hard for soda to talk him out of going.

he was proven right. immediately.

“you wanna go to the dingo and get breakfast? we can say you’re doing me a favor after i fixed your tire last week," soda asked, his finger tracing over chet’s hands.

chet bit his lip for a moment, weighing the decision for a few seconds.

“c’mon,” soda pleaded, rolling over onto his stomach, so he looked like a puppy laying in the grass. “you’ll catch up in two days if you aren’t already a week ahead.”

chet sighed, and held his hand out to lift himself and soda off the ground. they both quickly looked around again before linking their hands and starting towards the diner.

halfway there, chet grabbed soda by the arm and yanked him behind a parked car. soda's mind only had to wonder for a moment what had happened before he could hear a set of kitten heels clacking on the pavement nearby. after a few seconds, chet peeked out, and soda wanted to kick him when he stood up and shouted out, “cherry! what happened?”

soda could feel something tighten in his chest as chet waved to him to stand up, already halfway across the street where cherry valance was wiping at her eyes, her face partially covered by her shock of bright red hair. cherry had always been… kind to him and his family, which is to say that she didn’t throw things at him or mock their dead parents or darry for dropping out of college.

“oh,” she sniffled, wiping her nose with the collar of her cardigan. “don’t worry about it… you’re gonna be late.”

“no, no, don't worry about that, what’s the matter?” chet threw a quick look back at soda as if that proved his point.

cherry’s eyes flicked up to soda, she let out a shaky breath that seemed nervous, but not dodgy. she shrugged defeatedly, “i was up so late last night cramming for that economics test, i still don’t get it. i’m gonna bomb it if i take it today. if i can make it up, at least i have tonight to work on it.”

soda’s heart ached, because he knew exactly how she felt; to try so hard to understand the material and it still not be enough, to cry over study guides and notes just to still not know what to do. he knew enough about cherry to know that she’d probably never had this problem before, but that just meant it would be even scarier for her. it probably felt like her brain just stopped working altogether.

“i know how you feel,” the words slipped out before soda could stop them. cherry’s head darted up to finally look at him.

when her eyes met his, it was like his knees were buckling and the air had been vacuumed out of his lungs.

"oh yeah?" she asked, and even though her tone was frustrated and upset, there was a kindness in her eyes, a sympathy.

"we were gonna skip, too," chet cut in. "go over to the dingo and get breakfast, you wanna come with us?"

cherry glanced around, her eyes landing on her little red stingray, parked a block away. she sighed, "sure, i left my wallet in the car though, just let me run back and grab it..."

"no worries," chet grabbed her wrist gently before she could turn away. he reached into his pocket and pulled out a checkbook. "tulsa police department's got this one."

soda's head whipped onto chet so fast he felt a muscle spasm in his neck.

cherry's face split into a smile full of delighted incredulity, "well, i guess i can't refuse if chief baker is offering to buy me breakfast."

soda barked out a laugh, to excited to think properly, "baker, i could kiss you!"

chet and cherry's eyes went wide the moment the words had rolled off soda's tongue, and it took him a few seconds to properly understand what he had said. chet squeezed his eyes shut at the exact moment soda's mouth fell open and his brain began to work furiously to try to explain it away.

"i... i mean... not really... y'know..." he stuttered, trying his best to cover their asses and failing spectacularly. chet ran a hand down his face.

cherry looked like she was about to laugh. she turned to look at chet, "an east side kid, huh? a boy, too? chief must love him."

"shut up," chet groaned, holding his hand out for soda to take.

soda still felt like he was a few steps behind, clearly cherry was much better at putting the pieces together than either of them ever had been. it felt like she had put together in about five seconds what the two of them had danced around for five months. but girls were better at that kind of thing, he supposed, it wasn't like cherry was a fair opponent.

soda cautiously took chet's hand, cherry watching with a warmth in her eyes that felt like being bathed in sunlight.

"you two gonna sit on the same side of the booth?" she winked at them before turning around and starting towards the diner, her hair swinging perfectly in time with her skirt. she looked back over her shoulder after a few steps, a smile firm on her face, the light in her hair making the rest of her look golden.

one side of soda's mouth lifted into a smile. he squeezed chet's hand for a moment before sighing, "we're in trouble, aren't we?"

chet shrugged, an equally giddy smile on his own face, "i can think of worse things."

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okay so jason just confirmed it was a prize and i think i might die because where was this level of brain cells in my english exam last week

always stream goldman!!

thinking about goldman and the lyric

“here’s your goldman claim it”

the goldman is a freaking oscar because she lied and cheated on him and she was acting and he fell for her lies and is congratulating her for being able to fool him

please tell me this makes sense i’ve been analysing all the lyrics today and this made me want to rip my hair out because

JASON SCHMIDT YOU ARE A LYRIC GENIUS

and your brain and talent makes me sick

[youkeepmecloseby]

thinking about goldman and the lyric

“here’s your goldman claim it”

the goldman is a freaking oscar because she lied and cheated on him and she was acting and he fell for her lies and is congratulating her for being able to fool him

please tell me this makes sense i’ve been analysing all the lyrics today and this made me want to rip my hair out because

JASON SCHMIDT YOU ARE A LYRIC GENIUS

and your brain and talent makes me sick

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omg my chetsoda babies i feel sick, this is beautiful

Written in the Stars

You see, Ace and Soda were always close. Soda was close to a lot of people. And every person had a special bond with him. He had a special bond with each person. But Ace and Soda. They were something different. They were family. But not the way that Pony or Darry were. (Something to note is that Soda understands everybody. But he’s found over the years though, not everybody really truly understands him. Not like Ace, at least.) Ace Evans is the only person who knows that Sodapop Curtis and Chet Baker broke it off on a rainy Wednesday night. 

If you asked Soda about his childhood, or a specific moments from his childhood, he could tell you some things. But likely, he would try to avoid the subject. Because a lot of things he doesn't remember. Sometimes Ponyboy or Darrel will talk about things and for some reason Soda's brain starts to hurt and tears fill his eyes because why can't he remember this? Sodapops brain is always fuzzy, but nothing makes him feel more useless than not being able to remember something so simple. A conversation he had just hours ago. A memory he supposedly shared with his momma. That one word that's on the tip of his tongue. It's all just so stupid. Stupid and fucked up. 

There is this one memory, though, that he could remember clear as day. He was playing baseball at the diamonds by the school. Momma and dad couldn't afford to put him on the team with all the other second graders in his grade, but sometimes one of them would drop him off at the fields to play around. Soda remembers one of the kids that was always there too. He didn't have to go up to him and ask for a buddy. No, not this time. This time Chet Baker went up to Sodapop Curtis and asked to play ball together. Soda’s always the one to have to ask! This was the first time he felt like someone saw him.

Soda and Chet. They were some duo. Since that day in second grade that they met, they were inseparable. Soda had Steve and Two-bit and Johnny and Ace at home, but Chet was somethin special. They had this way. They didn't have to speak to know. But they did anyway. Cause Soda loved to talk. And Chet understood. Because he had to always be moving. And when Soda wasn't talking and Chet wasn't moving, that's how they knew something was wrong. Not because of what they did. The two got told a lot by outsiders that something was wrong with them. But they knew that that wasn't true! 

Soda felt real dumb sometimes. A lot of times. But never with Chet. He couldn’t read. All the words and letters on the paper got mixed up. It made his brain hurt. And it felt like his chest was being squeezed real hard every time he had to read. Chet was a smart kid. He made all the grades. And normally that would make Soda feel bad about himself, but not with Chet. They had the whole universe to talk about and explore! So they didn't really focus too much on school. Only when they needed to be sad. Which sometimes Soda felt bad about being sad when he was at home with his friends. But not with Chet! Never with Chet! 

This is how they grew up. Loving each other. Soda still had his family at home. His family. They would always be his family. He loved them to pieces. He had Ace, Steve, Two-bit, Johnny, Dally. He had Momma, Dad, Darry, and Pony. They were all his favorite people and he would fall apart without anyone of them. Soda was made up of these people. His family. But there was just something different about Chet. Like if he lost him, he would do a whole lot more than just fall apart.  

In fifth grade Chet kissed Soda on the cheek. But they were only friends. Just best friends. A greaser and a Soc. Best friends. They didn’t talk much in school. They didn't see each other a whole lot in that building. Maybe that's for the best. A greaser and Soc wouldn't normally hang out. And hold hands. And rest each other's heads on the others shoulders. Or run along the tracks till it got dark and they could sit on the dead grass and make up stories about the stars. No, greasers and Socs don't normally do that. 

Life continued like that for a while. In eighth grade, though, all the boys in their grade had girls. Soda already felt stupid enough without the problem of not being like everyone else. So sometimes when Soda and Ace walked home after school, or they went to the diner, he would pretend like they were dating. He hoped others saw them. He would hold her extra close and flirt with her a little bit too. He didn't really want that though. She didn't like that either. They both knew this about each other. One particular night after Ace and Soda split ways after sitting at the park for a little bit after school, Ace went home and Soda headed to the field. No one was there and he didn't have a bat, so he just sat on the bench. Thinking. As much as Soda loved talking, he hated to think. His mind did a lot of loops and the words and pictures turned scary and got all mixed up kind of like the letters on paper. He just couldn't catch a break from that, could he? 

It was dark now. 

“Hey.” Soda didn't jump from the voice. Because the person who just sat next to him couldn't be anyone but his person. He could recognize him by the way his hand felt on his leg and his smell. 

“I don’t like Ace, y’know?” 

“I know. Let’s head to the tracks.” So they got up and they headed to the tracks. They didn’t talk but there weren’t any street lights near them and it was dark out so they did hold hands. And once they got to the tracks they walked along them a little bit and Soda was just so caught up in his thoughts still that he wasn’t so aware of how they ended up on the grass together. 

“You okay man?” 

“Yeah yeah, you know how my head is.”

“Yeah I know.” A few seconds. “I love you Sodapop.” A few seconds. Lips on each other in the dark. Pull apart. 

“I love you Chet. Like how I’m supposed to like Ace. I don't like Ace though. She doesn't like me neither. I promise.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I don't think we are supposed to like each other, Chet. I’m a greaser. You’re a Soc.” A little laugh because to hell with that. They are both boys! 

“Yeah Soda, I know. But I love you. Like I’m supposed to like Marcia. But I like you a lot. And I've never felt like that about someone but you.”

“Me too.” And so they kissed one more time. And then they laid down on the grass, held hands, and made up stories about the stars. And then Soda started crying. It started as just silent tears rolling down his cheeks, and then grew into sobs. And boy did that cause an ache in the other boys heart. 

“Hey Soda?” Chet sat up, and encouraged Soda to as well. “What's going on in that head of yours?” 

Soda didn't speak for a few minutes. But then he did. “I just feel. I don't know. But by golly Chet, I just feel so stupid. I’m just so stupid. And something in my head. My head is so fucking messed up. No one knows. No one can. They can try to understand but my head. My head is so messed up. It’s not wired right or somethin. I’m so stupid and somethin ain’t right, Chet. I can’t read and write, I can’t shut up, I’m always messin’ somethin up, and. And. I don't know. I like a boy when I’m meant to like a girl?”

“Oh, honey..” And Chet was crying too. He took Soda into a hug and Soda cried into his chest. 

“And I really do like you! I love you Chet! Just sometimes my mind ain't so light.” Some more sobs.

“I know honey, I know.” And Soda felt so loved. So seen. It made him cry some more. And eventually the night became later and Soda suggested they head home. 

“Chet, why don’t you stay the night? We can stay in my room!” Soda knew that the reason Chet was out so late is because of his father. Probably. And he had a small room, but he grew to stop being ashamed of it a while ago. Chet had slept over before and it was the funnest time ever. They were older now, but that's alright.

“Yeah Soda, that sounds nice. As long as you're sure your momma wouldn't mind.”

“Oh you know she wouldn't!”

And this continued for a couple more years. They helped each other out. They navigated life together. They cried and laughed and understood.  

It’s now the beginning of sophomore year. Soda was struggling real bad in school. His head was messing with him a lot. But he learned how to mask these feelings. He learned how to be okay and make others smile. He had a part time job now at the DX. He stopped going to the diamond so much, but him and Chet still met up. They even started skipping classes sometimes. Or they would meet at lunch and go to a diner. They shared kisses and touches at night. They went to Chet’s when his father wasn't home. Chet came to the Curtis’ house a lot too. Just like when him and Soda were real little.  The gang got used to having him around again. Mrs. and Mr. Curtis took him in with open arms. In fact, Mrs. Curtis probably knew. Looking back on it, Soda thinks she definitely did. But at the time, the only person that Soda was aware knew something was going on was Ace. Ace knew everything about Soda. And in return, he knew everything about her. 

It took him a while to finally admit to her why he was smiling so much. Why other nights he came home kinda sad. But the summer after eighth grade, they were at the park where you could find them a lot. Soda was about ready to split and head towards the diamonds where he knew Chet would be. 

“Soda. I think you have something to tell me.” Right! Yeah. Of course. Right.

“Uhhh. Man, you really have a way with words, don’t you.” Why was he nervous? This is Ace for god sake! Something in the way that she looked at him and the way that they were talking with each other earlier and the blood that they didn't quit share, but almost did, made him know that she wouldn’t care. Jesus christmas, Soda. This is Ace. She doesn’t give a shit about who you kiss. 

“Soda.. please.” And she was desperate just because for the longest time they shared everything with each other. She already knew. She isn’t stupid like the others. She just wants him to be the one to tell her. To settle the small gaping hole that has started to form in her chest. 

“Chet and me like each other.” Now it’s out there. In the air. “Like how I’m supposed to like you, Ace. I think we love each other. We’ve kissed. On the lips.” How inspiring. 

“Okay. Thank you.” 

“Huh?” 

“I just wanted you to tell me. I thought you were going to start to replace me and break our promise. I don’t give a shit who you kiss. I love you Sodapop.” And they were hugging now because god did Soda appreciate and love Ace Evans! 

“I couldn’t replace you even if I tried, Ace. And I wouldn’t ever try that.”

“Alright Sodacan, you can meet up with your boyfriend now!” She laughed and gave him a light shove. 

Boyfriend. Huh.

So now every time Chet was over at the house, Ace’s chest wasn’t quite as full of jealousy as it was before. Because she could say for sure that the bond her and Soda shared was not the same that Chet and him shared. They both made each other happy in their own unique and special ways. 

Then, things got darker. The light from Sodas eyes dimmed the first bit when his parents died. But the thing is, he still had Ace and Chet, and the rest of the family. Each of these people showed up for Soda and made him feel loved and seen in these times. And in return Soda was there for them as well. And life continued. Soda dropped out of school. He continued to see Chet. They shared laughs and tears and kisses and touches. Sometimes they shared drinks when Soda really needed a distraction. Drinks and beds and bare skin. They were always careful though. Still, no one knew but Ace and maybe even Marcia. Each a sister to either one. A sister that could understand. 

Chet stopped coming over to the Curtis’ after Sodas parents died. They now only met up by the tracks and Chet’s house. Sometimes Chet would skip school, or some to the DX after class to watch Soda work. 

Slowly, Soda became less present. Chet couldn’t say he didn’t understand. Because he knew the shit Soda was going through. He could hardly imagine. But it made him sad sometimes. He could tell that Sodas laughs weren’t as real as before. He stopped smiling with his eyes. And that was hard. Soda started coming over a lot more at night. He came intoxicated (which was never like before). And they shared a lot more touches and bare skin. It’s nothing that Chet never consented to. He loved making love with Soda. Because he could really and truly say it was love. And it was for love. And they felt good together. They fit like puzzle pieces. And sometimes when they were done and Soda had fallen asleep, Chet would look at him and the marks on his neck and his beautiful body and he would feel so lucky. And he would hurt for Soda and the shit he had been dealt. Eventually the undressing each other and hands on his thighs and rough kissing started to feel a lot more like a distraction from that shit life. But that was okay with Chet. Because Soda had helped him through so much. Soda is the kind of person to help anyone in need, and know exactly how they need that help. And all Chet wanted was to return that favor. So he did. 

Chet ran into Ace on the streets one day. 

“He’s slipping away.” He said, stopping near her after they made eye contact and he knew he needed to say something. 

“Yeah. I know.” She sighed a little. Of course she knew. If Soda loved anyone in life, it was Ace.

“I don’t know what to do.” His voice got caught in his throat. Ace looked at him with sad eyes. 

“He‘s just. He’s not doing the best right now, Chet. He’s hardly getting out of bed. I notice him disappearing at night. Life’s been shit to him. To all of us. But especially him. You gotta understand that” 

“I know that Ace!” The anger surprised him a little bit. “You don’t think I know that? I’m the one giving into his touch every night. I’m the one who keeps opening the door for him. Who smells his breath full of beer every night. I’m the one who touches him and kisses him like he wants it. I’m th-“ He doesn’t get to finish before his shirt is in the girls hands and he’s forced to look down at her. 

“But that’s not what he wants, Chet. That’s not what he godamn wants! He won’t talk to me anymore and I know for a fact that you’re the only person he will talk to. But I can see it in his eyes. For gods sake Chet, Soda and me aren’t blood, but we are family. And if you think I don’t know him better than you, you’re wrong. Soda wants to be seen right now. Not felt. If you stopped feeling the love in your sex a long time ago, then so did he. So maybe it’s been a routine that he shows up at your house and you undress him and do whatever the hell it is you guys do. But if that’s not what you want anymore, than it’s not what he wants either. He loves you Chet. Sometimes I think you’re the only person he’s ever truly loved.” And with that her voice cracks too. And she turns around before Chet can see the tears in her eyes. She covers her mouth before the sob can escape her. 

And Chet stops opening the door. He stops going to the DX and walking the tracks. He ignores the sound of Sodas cries outside of his house and the phone calls. At school, he wonders why Steve keeps staring at him. But that’s a stupid thing to wonder. Because that’s Sodapops family. So he’s not surprised when one day, eventually, Steve walks right up to him and beats him in the face real good. 

Soda started sitting at the baseball diamonds again. He would sit there and think. He would think about the memory’s he couldn’t really remember but mostly the ones he could. And all the ones he could with the person who has now shut him out are starting to make his head hurt and heart sink. They are becoming harder for him to remember the details. And that frustrated him something aweful. He’s forgetting Chet’s lips the same way he’s started to forget his Mommas voice. 

He wishes more than anything to be a kid at the baseball diamonds again. Just playing ball with his new friend. When things were less complicated. But that was then. This is now. 

Then Johnny got jumped. Pony next. And after that Pony and Johnny ran away and Soda had no way of knowing where they were besides the suspicion that Dally had a clue. And he had to be there to pick up his older brother because Darry had been picking up Soda for the past few months now. Ace had stopped coming around so much lately and that hurt Soda. It made him worried and scared and stupid. Sodas mind was getting more fuzzy and he was spirlaing pretty bad. 

So he went to Chet’s. 

It was dark out and rainy too so the stars were hard to see. He knocked on the door of the big house on the West Side that he could only dream of. He felt sick. Sick and scared and stupid. The door opened. And the boy he loves started right back at him. His person. And Chet stepped outside in the rain. But even in the rain, he could tell the difference between the tears and water that fell from the sky. So he pulled Soda in for a hug. And he whispered in the broken boys ear. 

“I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.” 

And he pulled Soda inside and Sodas eyes were glass. His stupid head was filled with no thoughts. No memories. No words. 

Chet pulled him into bed and they undressed each other one last time. And then when they were finished, he told the other boy to leave. So Soda walked home in the rain. He couldn’t even look up at the sky and make stories out of the stars because no stars dared to shine tonight. 

When he got home, Ace was sleeping on the couch. But once the door shut she sat up and saw him enter. He was absolutely broken. Nothing about him was still together. He had done something much more than just fall apart. Ace knew what happened. She wasn’t dumb. She helped Soda undress from his wet clothes. She took a shirt off of him that wasn’t his own. And suddenly she was so angry with the boy who lived on the other side of the tracks. They really all were that shitty, huh? It was nearly one o’clock on a dark Thursday morning but she ran a bath for him and sat in the bathroom while Soda warmed up and felt nothing at all. 

This was her brother. Sodapop Curtis and Ace Evans. They had always had something special. They felt for each other. They knew each other. And they would do anything for each other. Right now, Ace vowed to make sure Soda didn’t lose himself through this. Because a year ago when Ace went through this same thing in her own way, Sodapop made sure she didn’t lose herself. 

Eventually Ponyboy came back and Johnng was in the hospital and they had a rumble. And Chet fought Soda. Or maybe Soda fought Chet. And suddenly, all the memories they shared were clear to Soda. They weren’t gone. They were there. But he didn’t want to remember. Not now. Not ever. He was angry. So so so angry. He felt sick. Chet could tell the difference between the rain and tears running down Sodas cheeks. And that just made him mad. He used that to flip Soda to the ground and for a second he could pretend like they were in his bedroom on one of the many nights that his father wasn’t home. But this time he didn’t kiss Sodas neck. Instead he punchd him and punched him across his face. 

“I bet you like that, don’t you?” 

But Soda wasn’t fighting back. And that frustrated Chet even more. So he kept going even when Sodas sobs could be heard over all the rumble. He knew it wasn’t because of the punches being thrown. No. Sodapop Curtis was crying because he loves Chet Baker. And Chet Baker was hearing up that same boy because he is in love with Sodapop Curtis. 

It took Twobit to pull Chet off of Soda while Aced turned to direct all the anger she had ever felt in he life towards him. Steve right along side her. It took Darrel and Dallas to pull Soda up off the ground. The rumble was over. But this wasn’t about the rumble anymore. Ponyboy stood watching this scene with a deep ache in his chest. 

None of them would ever know the whole story. None of them but Ace. They wouldn’t understand even if they tried. But that was okay with Soda. They all had each other. Because then Johnny Cade and Dallas Winston died. And they needed to stick by one another more than ever. They were a family. A family that was dealt too many shit carda. 

But Ace and Soda. They were something special. Sometimes it felt like they only had each other. Like everyone else left. They were soulmates. Really and truly. But not the way that Soda thought him and Chet were. Le the way that Ace thought her and Marcia were. No. Sodapop Curtis and Ace Evans were a story that was written in the stars. 

ALL THE MOODBOARDS I INCLUDED IN THIS WERE DONE BY @cherrycolacowboy ❕❕ Thank you thank you, thank you again!

OKAY. I’ve been up writing this for hours because once I started I could not stop. Forgive me if there are errors because there definitely are.

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Today i made the stupidest decision. 2 weeks tomorrow is my Final Drama GCSE and i’ve decided to change my live theatre review.

Our school encourages us to do Billy Elliot, and don’t get me wrong i love Billy Elliot i know it word for word, but The Outsiders has such a special place in my heart that i know if i get a question on how a character uses their physical and vocal skills to show anything and i don’t write about Cherry, Pony or Dally i might hate myself forever

The conversation between me and my drama teacher;

“Sir, you’re gonna hate me forever.”

“don’t say that, what have you done?”

“i’m not gonna do Billy Elliot for my Live Theatre Review”

“But you know Billy word for word we literally talked about that 2 weeks ago- don’t tell me you’re going to do The Outsiders”

“…”

“just get me a little mock next week and i’ll grade it for you so you can see if you want to switch now, it’s your exam at the end of the day and i know you’d rather do the outsiders over anything.”

So this evening i spent 1 and a half hours writing “how does one or more character use their physical and vocal skills to make their performance memorable” on Dallas Winston and let me tell you… that man has crazy depth if you keep digging and it hurts.

Anyways that’s what saved me from a menty B over my french exam on monday this evening and i wanted to share it with y’all, id love to talk about my analysis of JB’s Dally if anyone wants it🫶

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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

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY STAR!!

and omg not another throuple to consume my mind you make me sick

so,, it’s my birthday :)) (i’m 21! yay!) so everything about this is self indulgent but bevcherrymarcia has been living in my brain for the past week,, enjoy yall <33

all three of them knew there were only so many more sleepovers they could have before someone started poking around why they were so close. how many more times bev’s parents could find red and brown hair all over her pillows before someone started to wonder.

it had seemed innocent enough when they were all still young, piled into one of their beds, a tangle of arms and legs scattered over a large assortment of pillows and blankets. as they got older, their feelings changed, as well as the very fabric of their relationship, but they still treasured the hours they all spent curled up in bed together. the bedroom door would open eventually, and the shudders would be drawn back, and they would go right back to what the world expected of them, but to be together for just a little while was everything.

but bev wasn't worried about any of that as she sat up in bed, the early morning light stretching over her bedroom, marcia curled into cherry's side and bev propped up in bed on marcia's other side, her hand gently running up and down her back. she watched with reverence as marcia's curls cascaded down the canyons of her bare shoulder blades, the blankets and sheets the only thing protecting any of their modesty.

they didn't fit into the bed half as well as they used to, but it was amazing how little any of them minded when it was so rare to get just a few moments of unchallenged tranquility, when they could just exist with each other.

bev slowly and carefully pushed the covers off of her legs, careful not to shuffle the blankets around marcia. she toed on her slippers and slipped into her discarded nightgown, quietly pushing the door open and glancing back to look at both of her girlfriends snuggled up in her bed.

it was still barely light outside, and although it seemed like her siblings and mama were all still asleep, her father was still sitting at the kitchen table, the newspaper open next to him and his travel bag set next to the door.

"you leavin' again, daddy?" she asked quietly, something sad in her voice.

he looked up, apparently shocked to see her, "well, good mornin' to you, too, princess. sorry, i meant to tell you last night, but your friends were here, another partner had to drop out of a conference in miami. i only found out yesterday afternoon."

bev nodded, padding over and wrapping her arms around her father's shoulders, her eyes skimming the paper in front of him.

"we'll miss you," she whispered. "did you tell everyone else you were going?"

"i told mama, and i'm sure she told everyone," he shrugged her off. she took a few steps back, her arms crossing protectively over the front of her nightgown.

she busied herself getting out the bread and starting to make some toast for cherry and marcia. after a while, daddy stood up and folded the paper, sticking it in its usual spot next to the napkins on the table and slipped on the jacket hanging over the back of his chair.

he looked up at her and held out his arms, "how do i look?"

"like a million bucks," bev forced a smile, just like she had taught herself to. she hurried over and wrapped her father in a hug. "have a safe flight, call us when you land."

"i will, princess," he kissed the top of her head gently, squirming out of the hug before she was ready to let go. he picked up his bag and left without another word.

the words 'i love you' died on her tongue.

it was hardly out of the ordinary, daddy had to travel for work all the time, it was nothing she couldn't handle, but something in her felt chastened as the toast popped up and she went back to start buttering it.

she was halfway through cooking a few eggs when she heard someone else push the kitchen door open. assuming it was one of her siblings just getting a glass of water or a quick snack, she didn't turn around. it wasn't until two arms had circled around her waist and a face had nestled into her neck that she took note of the brown curls and perfectly manicured nails.

"mornin' sweet thing," she whispered over her shoulder to marcia.

marcia gave a soft hum before answering, her voice still sleepy and soft, "you weren't in bed..."

"just wanted to get some food for you two. figured you'd be hungry after last night," bev grinned, leaning her head against marcia's.

marcia pressed her face into bev’s shoulder, "mmm… your fault."

bev smiled, “how did it become my fault?”

“because you were the one who kept us up all night…”

"alright, alright," bev swivelled around, her arms looped around marcia's waist. "i do believe our girlfriend is still sleeping upstairs."

marcia looked around bev and her eyes landed on the plate of breakfast food bev had assembeled for them, "she was starting to wake up when i came down, you wanna bring this up for her?"

bev pressed a quick kiss to marcia's lips and grabbed the plate with one hand, the other laced with marcia's as they hurried back upstairs. cherry was sitting up in bed, sipping from her glass of water on the bedside table, having found a sweatshirt from... somewhere in the mess of clothes in bev's closet.

"you left me to fend for myself," cherry frowned, setting down the water and feigning anguish.

"i think you managed alright," marcia let go of bev's hand and climbed back into bed next to cherry.

"here," bev offered the plate to cherry, who happily took it. "eat, you need it."

"i seem to remember you being the reason we need it," cherry teased, happily accepting the kiss bev pressed to her forehead as she crawled over marcia and slotted herself back into place.

marcia curled into bev’s side as she stole a few pieces of fruit off the plate, popping a blueberry into her mouth and handing a raspberry to bev.

“so, what do you think about the drive-in tonight?" bev asked calmly, pressing a kiss to marcia's forehead and glancing over at cherry. "that new doris day movie is showing..."

cherry smirked, "what makes you think doris day will win me over?"

marcia giggled, "because she knows i'm the one who wants to see audrey hepburn."

"that's because you have breakfast at tiffany's memorized by now!" bev laughed, squeezing marcia's sides and earning another giggle.

"you drive a hard bargain, honeybee," cherry rolled her eyes and after passing marcia a piece of toast, she nodded.

satisfaction settled in bev's stomach, and she snuggled down next to marcia, both of them inching closer to cherry. generally, marcia was the clingiest of the three of them, but they were always hanging off each other anyways. some morning snuggles felt necessary as the morning light cast golden shadows over bev's bedroom, bathing cherry's perfect green eyes in sunlight. they couldn't help but stare as she gazed lovingly down at them.

"you wanna tell her or should i?" marcia asked. "you know, that she's the prettiest girl in tulsa?"

"you can tell her this time," bev smiled, pressing her cheek to marcia's. "i'll tell her at the drive-in later, you know, when she's lookin' up at the stars and looks all perfect."

a deep blush ran across cherry's cheeks. she set the plate carefully on the nightstand and dove over, pulling both of her girls into her arms. in a few moments, they were back where they started: a tangle of mismatched hair and soft giggles, bodies warm in the pool of sunlight cascading over the bed.

"i love you," cherry whispered, her forehead pressed to bev's as she beamed.

marcia leaned up and kissed her cheek quickly, "we love you more."

they settled back down, marcia crushed between them as cherry reached over and fed all of them berries off the breakfast plate.

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HAPPY ONE YEAR TO THE OUTSIDERS MUSICAL!!

This story literally saved my life and i’m so grateful to have discovered it when i did

I got into the Musical first out of all of them back in June (unfortunately we don’t study the book here in england and i had never heard of the movie)

and not that anyone is here for my life story but last summer (july) i had a knee surgery and it was the second most miserable time of my life. I was stuck to my sofa all summer, i only had two friends at the time and they were so busy all summer i saw each of them once.

I was listening to my theatre playlist with suggestions and Throwing In The Towel came on and made me cry so i had to get into it.

and i have also been such a big fan of Kevin Csolak and saw he was in it so started looking into it and i remember being so happy seeing him in the background of Jason and Daryl’s chilling in the dressing room.

i could go on forever about my love for ksco (please ask me to) but i also owe a lot of gratitude to him for me being in love with the show

My first big memory with the show is RJ’s instagram takeover with the whole hunger games fiasco. I was in London literally 5 days before my surgery and had just watched moulin rouge and my mum stayed up with me to watch soc saturday.

I also got into Grease; Rise of the pink ladies (may that show rest in peace) which i watched in one sitting and then had on repeat.

December was such a weird month for me and my family as my grandad died on the first and my sister works away and wasn’t allowed home and that (kinda) ruined our christmas so my parents bought me tickets to the Outsiders. I really thought i was never going to see the show that saved me in so many ways and i did (with the obc too). Unfortunately for my whole trip to NYC i was so incredibly ill and we still don’t know what it was (i am still suffering) and was suffering with such sickness that i really don’t remember anything after throwing in the towel but it was still amazing and i met them all at stage door after (i did write emma a letter but left it in my hotel)

I really love this show and so upset with how toxic the fandom has become because it was so loving and supportive before.

sorry for the trauma dump but this show truly is magical and the story saves so many lives.

(i love hearing everyone else’s stories of getting into the show)

I LOVE YOU ALL

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YES! i was thinking about what she would call them literally earlier and concluded with when she is younger, Soda would be Dada and Chet would be Daddy as well as Cherry being Mama and then always being Ma (because that’s what happened to my ma)

but as she gets older, Soda would become Pops and Chet would be Dad, also cuz it’s kinda close to Sodapop (and i did some southern research) and they all find it funny

and if she’s upset with one of them it would be,

“Hey Pops when is my other father coming home?”

Anyways as per i love my babies

hi :) i got some chetcherrycola questions!

when do they get together? post-Everything? pre-Evrything? in an au where the Everything doesn't happen?

are chet and cherry also dating each other, or is it just soda and his infinite rizz?

i saw ur post abt the other greasers reactions to this whole thing. what abt the socs? do they stop talking to chet and cherry? is it good natured teasing?

also most important- what does indi jo call each of them? mom & dad & dad? (does it depend who she's mad at. like teenage indi jo who's pissed at soda atm like "mom? dad? soda? where are y'all?" or like if she upset w cherry "dad & dad, whens cherry getting home?")

omg heyyyy LETS TALK CHETCHERRYCOLA !!!!!!

so first, i don’t write chetcherrycola in any particular au or specific context, but i imagine they all got together roughly a year post canon, but also 99% of my writing is assuming that dally and johnny are both still alive.

chet soda and cherry are all dating all the ways !! i’m a sodapop girly so ig a lot of my fics are focused on him but i’ll try to throw in more chetcherry lol

hmmm i think cherry stopped talking to a lot of the other socs post-canon (also assuming we aren’t going with the concept that cherry and paul are siblings),, i think she and marcia ended up working things out (and ends up with two-bit duh), but i don’t think any of the other socs are really aware of what happens until the baby is born. i wanna say they’re happy for them,, like bev and brill send a registry gift and trip probably sends them some money but other than that they aren’t really involved with chet and cherry anymore :p

oh i’m such a firm believer that indi calls cherry mama,, like it’s a southern thing but also i think they all called their moms mama and it’s just so ideal lol. tbh she probably just calls chet and soda dad, they just get better at figuring out who she’s talking to. i think while she’s little, she calls one daddy and the other dada but eventually grows out of it. i also think it would be so funny if she says “dad” to get chet’s attention but soda answers so she just says “other dad” and that’s how they roll lmao (an angsty part of me hcs chet to call his own dad “chief” bc calling him dad feels wrong but it’s also weird to hear himself referred to as “dad” :/ )

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i’m on holiday right now

but tell me why all i’ve been able to think about the past 12 hours i’ve been here is chetcherrycola

(but it’s soda’s first time out of tulsa and they’re in mexico where chet and his family used to stay before his mum passed away)

and i may or may not have started to write a little fic about it

anyways i love my babies and look out for the fic sometime in the next week 🙏

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MY BABIES!! how i love them with every inch of my being

More ChetCherryCola teen pregnancy AU?????

ah this au is growing on me like a weed, esp now that the amorphous baby cola has a name nd im getting to talk abt her :)))) very sorry that requests are taking a while at the moment, thank you all for being so patient w me <3

cw: vomitting, nothing graphic, of course

hope this is okay🩷

“you awake?” came chet’s soft voice as soda’s eyes fluttered open.

soda smiled, “mmm, yeah.”

chet smiled and pressed a kiss to soda’s collarbone, “morning, sunshine.”

“i thought you were in the bathroom with cherry,” soda asked, his voice still raspy with sleep.

“she’s asleep, i wanted to see you,” chet’s green eyes blinked up at him, something soft and sleepy in his voice.

soda chuckled, “you should stay with her, she needs you more than i do.”

“shh,” chet hushed. “we’ve only got ten minutes before she’ll to wake up to throw up again, just give me a minute.”

soda rolled his eyes and pulled chet to lay on top of him, chet’s head resting on his chest and their legs tangled up.

“you know, we only have a little while before we’ll never sleep again,” chet joked.

soda laughed, “shut up, you’re so excited for it.”

“mmm, i guess so,” chet mused, a small smile spreading across his face. “not as excited as you, though.”

soda giggled, “i can’t wait.”

they snuggled up close, savoring their rare moment with just the two of them. since cherry found out about their baby, she had just needed them more than they needed each other. there was nothing wrong with it and they knew the toll it was taking on her, but they missed each other now and then. perhaps before they were ready, there was a rustling of blankets in the bathroom, shortly followed by the sounds of cherry throwing up.

chet cringed at the sound, and soda started to wiggle out from underneath him to go help her.

“wait, i’ve got it,” chet mumbled, still half asleep.

“you were up with her all night,” soda kissed chet’s forehead gently and pushed him back down under the covers. “go back to sleep.”

chet didn’t protest, just fluffed up the pillow and settled back down as soda shuffled into the bathroom.

cherry had been sick for most of her pregnancy, despite being well out out of her first trimester. in order to keep her as comfortable as possible, they had done the best they could with what they had. they set up and old twin mattress in the bathroom of the guest bedroom in chet’s house for cherry to sleep on when she was feeling particularly nasty.

she was sitting up, her arms folded over the toilet and her blanket pooled in her lap. soda hurried over and knelt down next to her, pulling her hair away from her face and rubbing a hand over her back as she heaved over the toilet again. when they were both sure she was finished, soda grabbed the glass of water from the sink and handed it to her, pulling her in to sit in his lap as she sipped at the water.

"did you sleep okay, baby?" soda asked gently, combing her hair away from her face with his fingers.

she just shrugged, "enough, this little asshole of yours is not making it easy."

"that's how i know they're chet's little asshole," soda laughed.

she sighed sadly, “he barely slept last night… he was sitting on the floor most of the night because he was so worried about me being comfy.”

“i think he’s already knocked out,” soda smiled, nudging her cheek with his nose.

“good…”

she shoved her face into the crook of soda’s neck as a wave of nausea hit her and he took the glass from her, setting it back on the sink. he pulled her close, cradled her in his lap, rubbing a thumb over her belly, which was growing every day.

cherry groaned as it started to ebb, “can we go lay down?”

a corner of soda’s mouth pinched, “don’t you wanna stay here in case you’re sick again?”

“mmm,” she mumbled, considering her options for a moment. “no, i want both of you.”

a warm smile spread across soda’s face, “i think we can do that.”

he kissed her forehead and gently scooped her into his arms, carefully stepping off the mattress and making a beeline to the bed, where chet had seemingly fallen back to sleep. soda set cherry down on the bed, and she instinctively curled up next to chet, soda climbed in behind her, throwing an arm over her waist, rubbing at her belly.

chet started to stir as the two of them squirmed around to get comfortable. his eyes landed on cherry and a sleepy smile broke across his face, "made it out of the bathroom, huh?"

"go back to sleep, sweetheart, didn't mean to wake you up," she whispered, bringing a hand up to brush chet's hair back gently as he snuggled closer to them.

“‘s okay,” he mumbled. “i get to sleep with my girl.”

“yeah,” cherry smiled, pretending she didn’t notice soda flicking chet playfully under the covers.

“mm… and you, too, handsome,” chet amended, shoving his face into his pillow and sighing deeply. soda chuckled fondly on the other side of cherry. “you feelin okay, baby?”

cherry nodded and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “let’s get some sleep, i think we should be good for a while.”

soda reached his hand across cherry’s hip and found chet’s hand under the covers, squeezing it gently as they all drifted off.

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POLITE REMINDERS FOR SOC SATURDAYS!!

1) this is a privilege from Melody and she does not have to do it, she does it from the goodness of her heart

2) their business is their business as much as ours is ours. they don’t owe us anything and we are in no way entitled to ask about their personal lives

3) please don’t ask about relationships/ sexuality/ age/ where they live. they wouldn’t ask any of that about us so why should we

4) please stop with the adoption. some of the cast are very outwardly uncomfortable with it and honestly it’s weird and not funny as well as such an odd thing to say

5) PLEASE STOP DEMANDING TO SEE OTHERS!!

Melody has said so many times if people want to be on it they will come to her and she won’t force anyone to be on it. We have to remember that these people are preparing to do such a physically and emotionally demanding show and don’t always want a phone shoved in their faces where people are demanding things and being rude

6) don’t comment on peoples appearances. i hate to bring it up but last week there was one person who kept spamming and asking if Jason was balding?! and i’m pretty sure he saw it because of the amount of comments on it there were. First of all, that is so insanely rude to point that out and in no way funny and Secondly, why would he answer that anyway?

7) Please stop spamming. All the cast comment on how fast the chat goes and all i ever see is people asking them to say their names and not very nice comments. If you want to ask a question that’s okay but don’t put it every second. it fills the chat and i see how stressed it makes Melody when she can’t read anything

8) REMEMBER TO HAVE FUN!! Soc Saturdays started as a fun thing for Melody and us and now they seem to stress people out and are getting toxic.

Please remember to be kind and polite.

Again the don’t owe us anything so stop acting like you’re entitled to their life.

Today i am going to try watching with the chat off so if anyone sees anything they want me to highlight message me and i’ll say something. also if anyone wants me to add anything to this post feel free to ask.

AND AGAIN IN THE WORDS OF MELODY ROSE LETS ALL SAY “THANK YOU RESPECT!!”

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i will give my first child to OutsiderIn on youtube for all of the soc saturdays and miscast they always post

if anyone ever wants to catch up on old ones or missed ones they always always always post them on youtube.

NOW LETS TALK MISCAST??

HELLO??!!

JASON’S “DANIEL MARCONI” HOPELESS WAR?!?

ANNA AS DALLY?!?

SASSY MARCIA FROM BRENT

TILLY FOR JOHNNY AND ON THAT NOTE DEATHS AT MY DOOR OPT UP?!?!

A MOMENT FOR HAILEY HYDE HOLDING DOWN THE J4T VOCALS AND TITT

i loved it all and am so happy and blessed to be a part of such a creative and talented community with these goofy goofers

i wish they did it on the stage with the choreo

I have also donated to BC/EFA and encourage you to do the same. i donated the amount it would have been for a ticket so pls consider doing the same.

i’m pretty sure they raised $20,000 or something like that and it’s so cutesie that this show started from Sky4Cherry back in may 😭

I need Jason’s hopeless war and the deaths at my door injected into my soul

MASSIVE THANK YOU TO EMMA FOR MAKING IT POSSIBLE AND PUTTING ALL HER HARD WORK INTO THE AMAZING SHOW IT WAS!!

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my family is so sick of me and this miscast

i was going to get a livestream ticket but unfortunately it would be at 3 am for me and i have got two days of rehearsals for my final drama gcse and need all the sleep i can get

so i am praying and begging for any clips or videos because i made my own miscast back in september and am praying Jason is Bev and Melody is Bob/Cop and Emma is Ponyboy

so jealous of all y’all seeing it and pls send anything my way i’ll take anything so much love 🫶

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i hate to be that person already but the amount of disrespect i’ve seen on this live is honestly so disgusting. let me list what i’ve seen;

People demanding to see other cast mates

Asking if two cast members are dating and asking about personal lives. (specifically asking about Brent and Melody and RJ)

people being rude to brie

THE ADOPTION HAS GOT TO STOP! it’s weird and not funny or cute.

Please be respectful and remember that they are literally also just people, they don’t have to do it but they are and it truly shows from the bottom of their hearts that Melody and Dan do it for us. i’m just saying they have a lot more tolerance than i would, it’s only fair we treat them with respect, they don’t owe us anything and we don’t owe them it’s just pure love and respect we should give or they’ll stop doing the lives and from what i’ve heard about stage doors recently those too.

I love this fandom and musical but please remember that they are people and don’t owe us anything their personal lives are their own business and none of ours.

rant over and in the words of Melody, everyone say “THANK YOU RESPECT”

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CHETCHERRYCOLA THOUGHT!

just some Chetcherrycola for you, i hope you love it tell me what you think please i love these three so much.

All credit and shoutout to @littlestarbigsky for their Chetcherrycola masterpieces and love for me to share mine!

(this is a has a bit more ChetCola than ChetCherryCola but Cherry is there and loving on her boys so ill still count it as all three)

*soda has an asthma attack, fight between Soda and Chet after a rumble and a bath together*

TW: VIOLENCE! not really sfw but nothing sexual 🫶

As Soda was working his way through the Socs trying to find Chet, he saw him underneath Tim Shepherd, who was very brutally beating on his ribs.

Soda pulled Brill who ran by him by the collar and practically threw him at Tim, knocking him off his boyfriend. Soda mentally cheered before walking over to Chet to offer him a hand up with a smile.

Chet, not recognising his boyfriend in his rage, kicked Soda’s bad knee in sideways, an audible crack and Soda’s shock loud.

Chet pushed Soda down on his back and crawled onto him, landing a heavy blow to his right cheek.

Soda, caught off guard had no move to defend himself, and wasn’t until the second blow to his face and heart that he pulled his leg free and sent a heavy kick to Chet’s chest, pushing him off him and standing up.

They made eye contact before Soda sped off towards the east side, the adrenaline and shock in his body causing him to ignore his burning chest and aching knee.

Cherry was laying on her bed waiting for the boys to come to her, peacefully reading a magazine, as she put it down, she heard a tap from her window and saw Soda, covered in blood and rain, not expecting him for at least another half an hour.

She immediately rushed to him with a towel and let him in. As she opened the window, she could hear his heaving breaths and cries, and she pulled him in, he collapsed to the floor in sobs.

“Soda! Baby, what happened? hey calm down alright? take deep breaths, wheres Chet?” she said slowly, wrapping him in a towel and cupping his cheek, Soda only cried harder, “are you hurt cola?” she asked, sitting in front of him,

“Chet- he-“ he tried to get out through his wheezing lungs and heavy cries,

“Cola you need to calm down and listen to me breathe-“ Cherry attempted to console him and get his breathing down, before being cut off,

“He hit me!” Soda cried, Cherry suddenly stopped gently drying his face, her heart sunk to her stomach

“he what?” she stuttered, checking she heard him right,

“i helped him out and- and then he kicked my knee in and he- he jumped on me and then socked me twice!” Soda sobbed into Cherry’s chest as she pulled him in, taking deep breathes in between each word, his lungs not getting the air he needed.

Cherry noticed his short and wheezy breaths and began panicking as he was starting to have an asthma attack. Just as she sat leaned him against her bed, to straighten his lungs to help the lack of airflow and got up to get his inhaler, Chet tapped at the window, Soda saw him and immediately started to sob more violently while clutching his aching chest, “I can’t breathe.” he stuttered through tears.

“i know honey. let me get some help.” She said running to the window, and helping Chet through, “be careful around him he’s upset with you! get me his inhaler from the bathroom drawer quickly!” Cherry spoke quickly, kissing his cheek but keeping him away from Soda.

Chet complied immediately, seeing his boyfriend’s red face and tight grip of his chest, He also knew what he had done, he recognised him the second Soda kicked his chest away and ran off. Cherry sat next to Soda on the ground again, rubbing her hands up and down his back in attempt to ease his breaths. Chet ran back and chucked the inhaler to her, sitting in front of him with a hand on his shoulder which was quickly shoved off by Soda.

“here honey, take as big of a breath you can, okay?” she said as he nodded before she counted in and held it to his mouth and puffed the medicine into his burning chest. They waited two minutes in silence, the only sound being his quiet cries mixed with his shaky breathing before doing taking another puff of his medicine.

After some silence while he was getting his breathing back to normal, Chet had moved forward ever so slightly and hold onto his knee, Soda snapped his head from where it was resting on Cherry’s shoulder to him,

“listen, honey, i’m so sorry-“ Chet began before being cut off by Soda launching himself towards him and pinning him down by his shoulders, both of them wincing and sucking in a breath from their already wounded bodies,

“i helped you Chet! i helped you and you attacked me!” Soda cried again, pushing his weight onto Chet’s arms to keep him pinned down,

“Cola don’t! you’re already hurt enough!” Cherry pleaded quietly trying to pull his body off of Chet. She knew deep down that Soda wouldn’t hurt Chet but she needed to speak out to let them know she was still there as well as for her own satisfaction of trying to get between them before anything major happened. They had all had arguments before and she knew the boys would always hug it out but they always needed the support of her so they knew they weren’t alone.

“Soda, i will do anything for your forgiveness! anything! i’m so so sorry i hit you and twice for that matter! and i’m sorry i did your knee in! i knew as soon as you ran off! look, why don’t you hit me! so we’re even! i deserve it!” Chet spoke quickly through tears, knowing he had to say it all at once as he wouldn’t be able to say anything else if he was cut off.

Soda stared into his eyes for a second before sitting up straight again, and hiding his face in his hands as he cried again, Cherry was there to rub his back, Chet sat up and moved to the other side of him,

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry i’m just so emotional! i’m upset and tired and i can’t go home because Pony and Darry are driving me nuts with these college visits and Darry wants one thing and Pony wants another and whenever i’m with you two at the moment i’m just so sad all the time and i’ve had enough of the constant fights everywhere i go.” he sobbed as Chet pulled his head to his chest, Soda didn’t resist this time and only wrapped his arms around Chet’s waist,

“Hey Cola! you stop with the sorrys right now! we know you’re going through it right now! and i hope you know how much we love you!” Cherry cried silently as well while she rubbed his back and arms,

“Soda! what could i do to show you how sorry i am? i truly mean it and ill regret it everyday until i die. we promised to never hurt each other and i broke it! i hurt you Soda and you know i’d do anything for the both of you! especially you right now Cola!” Chet also cried as he lifted Sodas chin to look in his eyes, and then held Cherry’s cheek so they knew he was talking to the both of them,

“Just love me.” Soda sighed with a small smile through his tears, “i just want to be loved!” Chet placed his forehead to his,

“i love you so dang much Sodapop Curtis! you hear me! and i know this pretty lady here does too. you’re the light in our lives Soda! you better remember it? ill spend the rest of my life begging for your forgiveness and i’ll never ever hurt you again! what can i do right now to show you my love Cola?” Chet smiled as he finished, pressing his lips to both his lovers foreheads sat besides him,

“i don’t think i can walk no more, my knee and ribs are killing me!” Soda spoke as they rested their heads together after some thought,

“what if i ran a bath?” Cherry spoke up, getting two nods in reply and running off to fill the tub after leaving two kisses to their wet heads.

Chet stood up and placed a towel on Cherry’s bed before lifting Soda to sit on the edge,

“do you need help to undress honey?” Chet asked, placing another kiss to his head, Soda nodded and lifted his arms, hissing as his rib twinged. Chet pulled off his wet tank top and chucked it to the floor to deal with later, before helping him shrug off his jeans and socks

Chet undressed to his boxers as well and the pair of them sat leaning against each other as they waited for the tub to fill. Cherry came back and saw them both resting against each other,

“are we all having a bath?” she asked walking to stand in front of them, they both nodded at the same time, “it’s full now, so if you wanna get in i’ll join you.” she smiled, sweetly kissing their lips.

Chet stood and pulled Soda against him, helping him hobble to the bathroom. As they entered they removed their remaining clothes and Chet helped Soda in the bubbly bath first, before climbing in behind him and pulling his body to his chest.

They stayed like that for a couple minutes, Chet ran some water through his hair and rubbed the bar of soap on the side over his body with a soft pink washcloth, while kissing his shoulder and face every now and then.

Soda had his eyes shut as his head rested on his collarbone as Cherry entered the bathroom with her hair up and her first aid kid, she got in front , facing them, and started with Soda’s cuts, gently cleaning them before moving to Chet and doing the same and then moving to lay on Soda when she was done.

The three of them were in a comfortable silence, the only sound being the water moving around as they washed each other and themselves, Soda’s wheezy breathing and the soft jazz coming from Cherry’s radio in her room.

They stayed in the bath, taking turns washing and cleaning each other before Cherry had complained the water got cold and they all climbed out.

Soda was sat on the counter wrapped in a towel as Cherry blow dried his hair, to get the worst of it dried before moving to Chet who had put on his Pyjamas and was helping Soda into his.

Once Cherry was done, they all brushed their teeth and Chet picked Soda up. One arms behind his back and one under his knees, the creak in his legs as they bent made Soda hide his face in Chet’s neck and hold back a cry,

“sorry baby.” Chet muttered kissing his cheek as he placed him into the middle of the bed crawling next to him as Soda turned to face him, placing soft kisses around his face before leaving a few sweet ones on his lips.

“i love you Chet!” Soda smiled softly, Chet placed another sweet kiss to his lips before pulling away,

“i love you a thousand times more Sodapop.” he smiled a big cheesy smile, making Soda wheeze a laugh. Soda left one more kiss to his lips before turning around in the small bed to make room for Cherry (and also wanting to be held by his big boyfriend)

Cherry walked into the room with some pain killers for the pair of them and gently crawled in besides the two cuddling boys, smiling at their sleepy blinks and smiles, she turns the lamp off and places a bunch of kisses each to their faces, starting on their forehead and and the last one to their lips. As she settled in, Soda turned her over to be the little spoon, Chet stretching his arm over Soda’s waist to hold her hand, she giggles softly before saying,

“go to sleep my boys, i’ll be here in the morning. i love you both so much.” she doesn’t get any reply but when she hears soft snores from Chet and deep wheezy breaths from Soda, she knows they’ve passed out.