dark brown horse'

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
Imagine dragging Altair home after he got drunk

Originally posted by wq0326

A/N: The GIF may or may not be irrelevant, but I couldn’t possibly use a serious GIF for drunk Altair, could I? Of course not! I hope you enjoy, Anon!

It was almost surreal to see Altair, Master Assassin of the Levantine Assassins, so drunk he could only barely stand.  

You were watching him from what you deemed to be a “Safe” distance from him, confusion and bubbles of both mild amusement and secondhand embarrassment all floating around inside you. Altair was stumbling around, and even from where you stood, you could hear his incomprehensible murmurs. People were going out of their way to avoid him, shooting strange glances at him. Deciding it was best to get him somewhere he wouldn’t make people associate his current state with the Assassins, you began heading toward him, sighing.

Reaching out, you gently touched Altair’s shoulder. Wrong move. Suddenly you were on your back in a heartbeat.

“Don’t touch me- wait, Y/N?”

You groaned a little, “Well, whoever said you lost the ability to coordinate body movements when you’re drunk clearly hasn’t met you.”

Altair leaned over you, “What? I can’t hear you.”

You stood up, brushing the dust off of your uniform, “Let’s just go back to Masyaf, alright? At least there you can’t create as much of a disturbance.”

You slowly put your arm around Altair’s shoulder, and this time you didn’t end up on your back (Thank goodness). You began trying to lead him to the horse stables, keeping your head down as you did so. Altair hardly walked, and his feet kept dragging in the dirt. It became increasingly more difficult to drag him back home as Altair began shouting meaningless things at passersby.

“The Apple is evil! It corrupted my old Mentor!” He shouted. A man who was coincidentally eating an apple immediately dropped it, his face paling slightly.

“Altair, stop shouting. Just-”

“The world must not suffer ignorance anymore!”

“Altair, please-”

“These people are living lies, Y/N! Lies!”

“Altair, you’re making a scene.”

Altair began rambling on about horses and why they had such long faces.

“And to think you’re a legendary assassin…”

By some miracle, you finally made it to the stables. Horses whinnied quietly as you attempted to put your drunken companion on a dark brown horse. Altair was rambling about Malik and how he was “all right now”. Eventually he was sitting on top of the horse, grumbling incoherently. You climbed on the same horse (You could barely trust him to walk on his own, let alone ride a horse!) and took the reigns. Praying that Altair wouldn’t fall off, you urged the horse to an even walk. Altair jolted forward, thrown off balance by even the slightest change in motion. His arms wrapped around your waist as he told you to slow down.
“Altair, if I slow down any more, we will be standing still.”
“You call this horse riding? You’re so reckless!”
“No, you’re just drunk and unbalanced.”

You rolled your eyes. Masyaf seemed so far away…

The ride itself was uneventful, although Altair did sometimes murmur strange thoughts every so often. Something about a woman named Maria…

“Ah, Y/N, welcome back- Is that… Mentor?”

A young Assassin looked on with wide eyes as you hopped off your horse. Altair more-or-less slid off, seeing as he was still holding onto you (“Don’t start and stop so quick, Y/N!”). You looked at the apprentice with annoyed but patient eyes, “He’s… had a rough day. Don’t concern yourself.”

The apprentice nodded and quickly left, leaving you to tend to Mr. Clingy McDrunk, who was slowly sliding to the ground, his arms wrapped around your calves.

“Altair, please. Just a few more steps and you can sleep this whole thing off. How did you even get this drunk in the first place?”

Altair looked up at you as if he was going to give you a straight answer, but then just pointed at you with a limp finger and said “Alcohol” before passing out.

Dragging him- literally- all the way back to his quarters was by far one of the most embarrassing things you’ve ever had to do, and you weren’t even the drunk one. Perhaps that was WHY you were so embarrassed. You passed by many assassins who looked at you with such judgmental confusion that you just pulled your hood down further and hoped nobody else would recognize you halfway to his room.

Once you reached Altair’s quarters, you hefted him onto his bed and sat down on the side with a tired huff. “Remind me to never again let you drink. At least, not anywhere far away. I’m not doing that again.”

Altair, in his alcohol-induced sleep, was already snoring softly. He looked like a mess. You decided it was best to just let him lie undisturbed. You pulled the covers over him and left. You just hoped his inevitable hangover in the morning was easier to handle.

Glee Fic: Little Rich Girl

3129 words. Jane, Roderick, appearances by the McCarthy twins. Friendship with the barest hints of Roderane. Apologies to the-multicorn, since this request was on jazzypizzaz’s list and not yours, but it wouldn’t leave my head.

Jane comes from money. That’s no secret.

Say what you will about Dalton and its discriminatory policies and its atmosphere of toxic testosterone (and Jane does), she never got made fun of for it there. Because, well, everyone came from money. Here, she gets called Princess and Daddy’s Little Rich Girl and a lot of other things that don’t even make sense. Jane’s been here two weeks. Part of her is beginning to understand why the twins hide behind infallible positivity and Roderick hides behind headphones. But the rest of her is just pissed off. She wants to yell at them, ‘I stand for social justice! I care about inequality! I’m not some precious doll in an ivory tower!’ but how can she when her daddy started an entire lawsuit just to get her into a glee club?

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