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Just for you because you're sick *pets you and sends soup* and are bored *sends bad crack fic*

The first time he’d seen him had been on a morning TV show. Still dishevelled and ungroomed he watched as the other shone onscreen. So sleek and full of confidence, uncaring what people thought, he stayed the shape he wanted. No conforming to society’s norm for him. He was big, but oh so beautiful.

From that moment he couldn’t forget him, and would watch for the beautiful stranger whenever he could. It was months before he saw him again, at some club where they were all sculptured lines and curves. He saw the beautiful stranger as soon as he walked in the door. There was no way he could miss him, he was so defiantly there, his presence looming over everyone.

All he wanted to do was reach the beautiful one, to touch and rub against that magnificent hair, but how could he when he was already taken? He had no influence, was only a feature after all, and even if Charlie was the best owner an eyebrow could have, it didn’t stop him pining for what he couldn’t touch.

As they walked out of the club he imagined he saw the beautiful stranger look his way, before he was taken away when someone shouted for his owner. But at least the stranger had a name now, and Charlie eyebrow knew one day he’d meet Kevin eyebrow once again. He could wait, he was good at that.