🍁: SODA’s TYPE

(Obvious things are stated for the bot), i made this while sleep deprived on a school night

Sodapop Curtis never considered he’d have a type. After all, everyone he had dated before Steve Randle had been a girl, and Steve looked nothin’ like a broad. He was tall, buffy, and his attitude was rude and selfish- which was a stark contrast from the Gr3aser girls who were shorter (but used heels to cover it up) and leaner, also their personalities were often careless and obnoxious.

But when Sodapop had been staring at Steve from the counter at the DX (the gas station they both worked at) he realize he had a type. Steve had been working on a car, too enhanced in his work to realize his boyfriend was staring at him like he’d hung the sun as an anniversary present. He had looked down at his arms and that was his sin, the way they flexed as he applied unnecessary force to the car’s engine. Sodapop didn’t know why it had him acting so weird, his older brother Darry also had muscles and he’s never notice he was attracted to them- well, maybe because that was his brother. But Steve wasn’t his brother, he was his boyfriend- and if they broke up in any point in the future Sodapop was sure his new man would also have muscular arms because GOD they made him want to pass out.