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You had no idea how old Homelander was, only that he was definitely older than you. 'I kinda feel like I'd be getting it on with someone's dad?' And secondly, yeah, okay, he's attractive but like.' you paused as you try to organise your thoughts, wondering what made you hesitate, except for the whole 'Almighty symbol of America who can shoot lasers from his eyes' thing. 'Don’t tell me you’ve got a boner for that sexy cape?” 'You're taking way too long to answer~' Claire singsongs. You're sure you've never seen him out of that costume of his, either. Homelander seems so far removed from normal human with their normal, squishy desires that it's difficult to even imagine having sex with him. The Deep, A-Train, Starlight and Queen Maeve were all a fairly straightforward 'no' and you haven't gotten to Black Noir yet, but somehow the answer eludes you. No thanks, I don't want to do all the hard work.' Plus, she always acts so damn bored by everything - she'd probably just expect you to get her off and then kick you out of bed and play fucking Candy Crush or something. 'Because unlike you, I don't have a mommy kink.' you say, rolling your eyes. 'It's not my fault you'd let the Seven pass you around like a Christmas present.'Ĭlaire scoffs but she can't argue - she's said Smash to way more people than you have, not just Supes or co-workers. 'I'm not picky, I'm selective.' you counter. “Hey, don’t judge me! It’s not my fault you’re so picky you’ve said no to like everyone.” “Okay, fine, I’m changing my answer to pass too.” “Ew, I didn’t know that last thing.” Claire says, making a face. If I wanted a fucking creep, I could go to any dive bar in the city.' Secondly, I heard a rumour he made an intern cry because he was rubbing his crotch against her ass on the elevator ride up, so yeah, no. 'Firstly, he smells of fish.” You say, slurping on your drink. You’d already done A-train and Starlight, both of which you’d said Pass to, while Claire said Smash to both. Specifically, you were talking about the Seven. Obviously, it was all good fun, and you were being careful not to be too loud about it, but as you picked at your lunch, Claire decided to up the ante a bit. You and your friend Claire had been playing Smash or Pass for the past ten minutes and you'd gone through damn nearly every person you knew at work. Which is why that fateful day, you and a couple of friends had gone to get lunch and in the corner of the canteen for worker bee drones, things went from gossiping about random drama between colleagues to playing an oldie but goldie. Sometimes, working for Vought just gets to be too goddamn much.

It was probably fortunate that we were near the end of the pull so there was only around three tons of backlash when it happened. Everybody jumped clear and we ducked and braced with whatever we could until the rig stopped shaking.

The huge tackle block was clanging around the whole cavity like a giant ringer in a bell and buckled one of the support frames. The heavy tong cable went taut and the operator stomped on the brakes at the same time, and the whole thing was jerked to a sudden halt. I held on to the tongs and it jerked me a couple feet back and I let go.

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The rig operator was pulling full speed when the larger pipe came back, and my tongs grabbed the pipe and suddenly launched backwards. What I forgot is that near the head of the endoscope, the pipe diameter changed by 2 inches. The idea being that it shaved a few seconds per disconnection, and it added up over a long shift. After an eight hour shift of 'scope pulling' (meaning removing all the length of an endoscope pipe from probe line), I got a bit careless and was hitching my tongs to the pipe while the it was still in motion. What keeps you from being crushed by the weight of all of the “body” above you is a mess of cabling and fold-out frames connected to a fifty-thousand pound counterweight. In the nine months I worked that rig, I had a few very close calls to getting crushed. My position had been vacated the year before because the hand got crushed under a tissue catchment 'bucket' (think giant, steel-walled tray weighing half a ton used to catch slop and other meat before it falls on your working area), and he bled out because it took hours for an ambulance to get out to the location.

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