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(2001) (non-smutty some of my sistah wives gone be a lil pissed reading this because of what's gonna happen. ITS JUST AN IMAGINE🤣)
"Y/N! "nas yells in an angry tone from upstairs. you look up from your magazine realizing his tone. "yeah babe?" you yell from the sofa downstairs. nas kisses his teeth "come up here man" he says. "can it wait i'm reading an article right now" you resume back to your magazine. "wha- no come here that's your problem now you don't fucking listen". nas comes to the foyer talking to you over the balcony.
"oh hell no! nasir who the fuck are you talking to like that? lose that damn attitude" you slam your magazine beside you now standing up. "i don't have a fuckin attitude" nas began to lower his voice. "yes the fuck you do yellin at me like you my daddy and shit the fuck is up witchu?" you continue to yell at him.
"you! that's what's up with me. you talk to me all wild, you don't respect me, you leave the house and don't tell me where your going and when i ask you start buggin the list goes on man". nas flips out on you. "do not try to play victim nasir you do the same shit but worse you stay out all night and try to creep back in the house like everything's good nah i let that shit slide everytime". you snap on him.
"so you want me to drive under the influence y/n?" he questioned you furrowing his eyebrows. "nigga- you don't even drive majority of the time your niggas pick you up so don't even go there". you waved him off.
"y/n i'm getting real sick of this shit man" nas walks into y'all's room and closes the door behind him. you get up frantically and go to the room to check up on him. "nasir" you say softly at the door finally opening it.
you walk in to see nas in the closet packing a duffel bag. "where are you going?" you question him confused. "the fuck away from you, excuse me". he got up from the floor excusing himself to go into the bathroom.
you move out the way and go into the closet to unpack his things. "this nigga really thinks he can just up and leave like that does he know who the fuck i am?" you speak lowly to yourself as you hang back up his shirts and pants.
"y/n leave my shit alone go back downstairs to that magazine!"nas takes the shirt you just hung up and throws it in the bag. "no your staying here" you pick the shirt back up. "you know what keep this shit im outta here. he walks out the room. "na-" before you could get the last letter out nas slammed the front door behind him. "did he just- did he just leave me?" you ask your self. "nah can't be" you scoff. he'll be back he always comes back.
but this time nas was serious.
1 hour turned into 3 three turned into 5 hours and you began to get worried. "where could he be?" you think to yourself. you pick up the phone and dial his number calling him. "yo" nas answers the phone calmly. "hey baby" you say nicely happy to hear his voice again. "nas who you on the phone with?" a woman's voice in the background question nas.
"nasir bin olu dara jones who the fuck is that? who are you with?" you yell over the phone questioning him. "why does it matter you wasnt showing me no attention when i was infront of you now that i'm not there you worried about me" nas says nonchalantly over the phone.
"is that what you think i was doing?" you lower your tone. "i don't think i know-" he pauses while he paused you heard him breathing heavily and slurping noises followed with some gagging noises. "NASIR WHAT THE FUCK??" you yell over the phone feeling hurt and angry at the same time.
"huh? huh? what?" he seemed to slightly fall out his trance. "YOUR GETTIN YOUR DICK SUCKED WHILE IM TRYING TO SORT OUT OUR ISSUE" you yell starting to pace back and forth.
"you wasn't gonna do it no way- i'm about to nut shit" he got off track again. you hung up the phone in tears. "my man really just left me and got his dick sucked on the phone with me on it" you said outloud in disbelief.
the phone rang and it was nasir but you couldn't bring your self to answer the phone. you were heartbroken disgusted and confused all at once.
the phone kept ringing back to back nas called a wapping 162 times leaving voicemails from each one. this was so unlike him you were in awe you didn't even feel bad for yourself you just sat there with no emotion just cold.
hours passed and you were sitting on the couch wrapped in your blanket sitting there staring into space. something in your mind told you to check the voicemails to see what he was saying the other side told you to get all of his clothes put it in the bathtub and burn it all.
but you just couldn't bring yourself to do any of it you just wanted to just be. then you hear keys jingle at the door opening the door came nasir.
you look back and turn back to the wall you were staring at. "y/n look i'm sorry i was having a moment and i acted distasteful and unlike myself i truly apologize" he walked in standing infront of you.
your attention finally went to him after he finished speaking. you just looked at him in disgust. "i brought you your favorite flowers and candy" he smiles handing them to you.
"nasir you have five seconds to get everything you own and get the fuck out this house before i beat you the fuck up" you say calmly looking him into his eyes.
at first he thought you were joking so he decided to let out a chuckle then you tilted your head and looked at him with the most serious expression you have ever put on.
"boo i said i'm sorry it won't happen ever again" he got on his knees and pleaded. "your so fucking pathetic your five seconds is up".
you looked at him and he looked at you next thing you know your on top of him punching him with all your might in his face.
nas tried to block your hits as best he could but you found your way to make those hits connect. "ahhh y/n stop get off me man" nas tried holding your arms.
you let out a round of curse words taking all your anger out on him you did every single move you thought of hurting this man as bad as he hurt your heart.
you get off him after kicking him in his balls "get the fuck out" you say catching your breath. "oahowwww" he yelled out. you walked over to the front door and opened it. "go" you directed him out the door as he was leaking blood everywhere holding his genitals.
"it's all good" he wiped the blood off his lip scoffing. "imma get my cousins from qb to fuck you up" he laughed limping to the car. "let em know i got a surprise for they asses when they pull up" you slammed the door.
"FUCK YOU BITCH" nas yelled out his car leaving the driveway. "ya mammy hoe" you opened back up the door and yelled back to him flipping him off.
— *plays caught out there by kelis* (ts i come up with is beyond me yo🤣🤣🤣)
