The Time I Pushed a Jerkface off a 35ft Cliff(With Good Reason)
Before we start off let me be clear. I did not murder a man by randomly shoving him off a cliff. Technically, I actually had permission, but still not murder. Chill.
Here we go.
So this is back in Mexico, at the same park as the Sting Ray Incident, just an hour later. Id already recovered from my near death experience and moved on from my friend nearly drowning me. I faced it, i survived, im good and not concerned.
One of the many attractions at this park was the Cliff of Courage. It’s a 35ft cliff that plunges into the water. Now, by my standards, 35ft is low for a cliff jump. Ive done way higher (adrenaline junkie) but obviously i was gonna jump just to say that I did. My parents, grandparents, and Jamie didnt want to jump. No surprise, so they went ahead to meet me on the other side of the river.
So sixteen year old me wanders over and there’s this big group of burly looking men.
They’re all standing at the edge jostling each other around. And just by looking at them you can see they’re american. I dont even need to hear their texan accents to know.
So they’re pulling the whole macho act of “you jump i jump” “ohhh but then you wont jump” bs and just generally being chickens and not willing to show it.
And because of this they wont let anyone else jump. Like ten people came and left because these jerks wouldnt let anyone else go.
Eventually i get annoyed and snap “either jump or get out of my way!”
And the dude who is obviously the leader just turns and grins at me.
He assumed what i call the “douchebag alpha male pose” hands on hips, crotch foreward, you know the one, and you know the body language that goes with it.
He thinks he’s superior. Now this guy is the biggest of them all.
Massive biceps, raging six pack, the works. The Hulk would probaby do a double take at this dudes size.
And little me is not intimidated in the least.
I learned to fight at a very young age, especially men larger than me. I know if things turns south i can take him no problem. A few hits here and there and he’s out for the count.
He starts walking towards me, and i step forward too. He may be alpha male, but he just crossed an Alpha Female who doesnt back down from a challenge.
He looks over at his pals and says,
“Ohhhh, the little lady’s going to jump, is she?” And he just sneers down at me, all arrogance and misplaced confidence.
“Tell you what, sweetheart.” Ohhh he did not just say that. “You jump, we’ll let you push us.”
Three strikes he’s out he just made the biggest mistake of his life.
I just grin and go “ok” and turn and immediately dive over the edge. Im soaring through the air, enjoying the fall. I turn just in time to see his face go from 😏 to 😧
I smack down into the water grinning. Originally the plan was the swim across the river and meet up with my family, but i am cashing in this bet. Except there’s only one way to get back up to that cliff from here
I scale the side of the cliff with the rope and I can hear them chatting nervously up top
I pop up over the edge and prop myself up on the ledge with the sweetest, most steel-lined smile I can manage and say, “who’s next?”
So Alpha laughs and stands at the edge as I haul myself up. He’s laughing and assuring his buddies he’ll be back in a second cause I wont really do it and–
I straight arm him and he goes flying
He flails and plunges over the edge, shrieking in the most high pitched, terrified shriek Ive ever heard a dude bro make. He sputters to the surface and gapes up at me as I grin like a hellion down at him. I turn to the rest of his jerk buddies and smile.
Requested by anon:
I would love to read your version of Moriarty becoming interested in the reader (either sexually or just typical Moriarty) and Sherlock gets upset and protective because she’s his girlfriend/fiancé/wife. Flirting, Innuendos, and everything that makes Moriarty the beautiful human that he is
Pairing: Sherlock x reader / Moriarty flirting with reader.
Word count: 1,132
Warning: Sexual innuendos.
A/N: Jim is such a complex character… Feedback is highly appreciated, guys!
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how much he slipped, he would get up and continue to run. The people around him
would either move to the side, freeing the way, or be pushed by him. He had to
get back to 221B.
The fear, the anxiety,
the nerves got over him, taking over the bit of control he had of himself and
his own emotions. His hands, forehead and armpits were sweating and his heart
was beating faster – and no, it had nothing to do with his current running
marathon – without mentioning the fact that he was looking paler than usual.
He was human, after
all, and knowing that the one person who could get him to feel, to embrace his
humanity, could be in mortal danger was more than enough for him to forget
about everything else and act like a regular person would. If it had been
someone else, except for John of course, he would’ve acted as chill as possible;
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It was just one text
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even more reckless when she was involved.
If he exploded, if he
got murdered, or trapped or kidnapped, it didn’t matter. As long as she was
safe… he would go to the end of the world and sacrifice himself to the Gods if
His fear was such that
his whole body turned off the physical sensations, and so he didn’t notice the
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ten minutes. He also didn’t feel the scrapes on his knees and elbows, as well
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