Dr. Eugene Waters is the engineer on board the first trip to settle Mars. The success of the mission is jeopardized when his ship is hijacked by an alien station. Thus the future of mankind is questioned, as is the future of Water’s sex life.
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It’s been 200 years since mankind first settled on Mars… and found about about the aliens… and had a big War… but this is not about all that.
After his ship stalls on his way back to the Mars colonies, Clark Waters is forced to confront his childhood menace and brother’s best friend, the very same Evan Mitford who owns the repair shop in charge of fixing this problem. Hot, hot Evan who he’s been secretly attracted to for ages and who is now invading every inch of his life. Insults traded and barriers broken, someone’s getting f*cked.
Genre: M/M Romance; futuristic
Tags: mechanic, scientist, light BDSM, bullying, enemies to lovers, interracial
Word Count: 10,464
This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group’s “Love’s Landscapes” event on Goodreads. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.
It reminds me of the “bike to work” movement. That is also portrayed as white, but in my city more than half of the people on bike are not white. I was once talking to a white activist who was photographing “bike commuters” and had only pictures of white people with the occasional “Black professional” I asked her why she didn’t photograph the delivery people, construction workers etc. … ie. the Black and [Latin@] and Asian people… and she mumbled something about trying to “improve the image of biking” then admitted that she didn’t really see them as part of the “green movement” since they “probably have no choice” –
I was so mad I wanted to quit working on the project she and I were collaborating on.
So, in the same way when people in a poor neighborhood grow food in their yards … it’s just being poor– but when white people do it they are saving the earth or something.
To everyone who shits on Tumblr: I literally was in a suicidal ball till I decided to pop on it for the evening. Now I feel a lot better.
When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit.
That’s because it was fun for baby boomers and they basically gave us this impression it would always be like that, but then they ruined the economy.
When we adults think of children, there is a simple truth that we ignore: childhood is not preparation for life; childhood is life. A child isn’t getting ready to live; a child is living.
whenever i try and learn something new
- me: It seems that I am not immediately excellent at this
- me: it is because I am a failure
- me: everything I touch dies
I’m a bitch?…I’m not a whiny little cry-Buffy. I’m the nastiest girl in Sunnydale history. I take crap from no-one, so back off, Polygrip! You think you’re bad? All mean and haunty, picking on poor pathetic Cordy. Well get ready to haul your wrinkly, translucent ass out of this place. Cause lady: The Bitch is back!