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All the little food he eats goes to his hair, not to his body. 

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I'm feeling angsty, babe! Can you help me? This could possibly be a multi part thing BUT

Can I get a fic where Timothée and this girl, who is younger than him, are hot and heavy on High school (him 12th grade and her 10th maybe?). Anyway after he graduated he starts working a lot and his career takes off and he kind of leaves her behind. Not even breaking up but slowly letting go till they just aren't together anymore. After several years he sees her in NYC and learns she has a kid. HIS kid. Lots of shock and arguing. He had once told her he doesn't want kids and never will so when she found out she just didn't bother. And you can go from there.

A/N - this sounds almost exactly like a multi part fic I wrote on my old account. I will repost here for you

High school Sweetheart (part 1)

Info - unplanned pregnancy, dream of ex partner

I woke up from a dream. It was a memory of sorts. It was of me and Timothée, my ex. He’d been my high school sweetheart. We’d had a sad but amicable break up when we’d gone to college. I missed him sometimes. No matter how long it’d been, I thought we were particularly well suited.

I couldn’t think of Timothée for the time being. I had to go to work. I finally had hit the big time. A famous director had found me and called me a diamond in the rough. I was given a starring role.

I was told I would be playing the love interest of a very famous actor. I hadn’t looked much into it, I was instead studying the script voraciously.

I dropped my daughter, Elsa, off at day care. She wasn’t planned. I’d fallen pregnant after a rebound when missing Timothée. It had stopped my college career, and I’d realized I wanted to be an actress. I’d started auditioning, but this was my first big role.

I was staring around in awe at the studio as an assistant walked me through. I was hardly listening. I never thought I’d be here.

“Have you met who is playing your love interest?” Asked the assistant. All I could remember was her name was Rebecca.

“No,” I shook my head.

“Well, there he is now,” she said and ran forward and tapped a man’s shoulder. When he turned I gasped. He too looked flabbergasted.

“Timothée!” I said in shock.

“Y/n?”

“Oh my gosh,” I shook my head.

“What are the odds?” He asked wonderingly.

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Amazing! It takes just over a minute for a flock of hungry and spoiled chickens to devour a small red potatoe!

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