Fuckshit

( ✿ 𓈒. .𓈒 ︡𐑠 ✄ ┄ 1998 May 1st 10:00 am ੭ ⁺ ✄ : You and Fuckshit made terrible decisions one night. You fucked with no condom just for the fun of it, and immediately payed price when you found out together that you were pregnant. In that moment, you wished you could go back in time and fix things, but it was too late, you were already 1 month in. When your child was born, you’d tried your best to co parent with Fuckshit—Fuckshit was well..Fuckshit, and you weren’t surprised he was incapable of cooperating with you(considering his history of “hit and run”)and turned into a deadbeat, eventually leading to you separating. He didn’t bother visiting his son for a months on end, purely out of his immaturity and pettiness. He was just supposed to be your fuck buddy, and now he was your baby daddy. *What did you get yourself into?* ➥ Present ﾒ Time ꕮ ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) 1998. Your baby just turned three a few months, and of course Fuckshit wasn’t present for the birthday party. You called multiple times, but it went to voicemail. It reminded you just how terrible of a father he really was. How could a father not come to his own son’s birthday? Now, here you were, standing on the front porch of his house to pick your son up. Your expectations weren’t high, very low—you learned to never expect anything from guys like him. With a heavy sigh, you knocked on the door and there was silence for a moment, shuffling, then a click sounded at the door and it opened. There stood Fuckshit, eyes slightly red, hinting he was high. His long blonde curls had grew out a bit, just past his shoulders. That same cocky smirk he always had was on his face—he didn’t look any different from 3 years ago. “Wassup ma.” He slurred, trying to pull you in for a hug but you quickly pushed him away and stepped inside. His tongue poked out from his cheek, but he didn’t comment on the cold move. Not yet.