#Jager OC

[pythonmelon]

Hey hey hey I gave original-flavor Virgil a light reimagining that matches my current design and story sensibilities, as well as how he's developed as a character over the years.

He started out as a Girl Genius OC and frankly I'm still very fond of what I did with him; a mute Heterodyne mechanic with heavy spark potential who joined the jagerkin when offered instead of potentially breaking through. He's a lot more low-key than most jagers but has just as much of a mean streak, he's not unsocial but just prefers to keep to his work. He throws himself headlong into clanks and vehicles and other machines, loves working in the bowels of them, working them, trying to make Real Good Explosions, loves his heavy weaponry. He grew up on a hen farm (hates birds, so much) with his mother, older cousin, and three younger sisters and the first thing he did upon becoming a jager was kill his cousin over a long history of bullying and abuse, including the injury that left him speechless.

His preferred hat is a welding mask. He's got grandkids out there somewhere from a relationship where his beau was pregnant and married off before he got the chance to propose; he's still sore about it. He's also very fond of gardening and baking, he's got a few plants at the end of his bed on the wulfenbach ships. Its the only thing he cares much about keeping alive, including himself; he's never been as important as the work he does.

[jagervitdefonnyhat]

20, 21, 22 lilya

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

Avírdin. Perfectly tolerable jäger- cheeful, stab happy, good with a long sword/great sword/claymore, or even just a basic armong sword. But gods, lilya does not like how they just miss seemingly basic things that would use logic of common sense that can be extrapolated from observation. Lilya knows thats rude to think, unfair a bit given herself can't seem to extrapolate things others claim is obvious in social contexts, but she finds it so frustrating when all Avírdin needs to do is glue two things together, uses too much glue, comments how its sliding out of places cause of all the glue, and proceeds to not know how to fix it by simply removing the excess glue. The excess glue that shouldn't even be there cause obviously other glued together things don't have dried glue spilling out the sides, so why even use that much in the first place!

On the other hand is Radovna (aka Rodya, not to be confused with Radovana ie Rada, who is not mine. The names are a coincidence). She just kinda hates Radovna, cause she's so stuck up and full of herself and a know it all who tells people what they should be gpdoing all the time in the smarmiest condescending way. But, her work however, fully backs up that she does actually know what she's talking about. She is good at what she says. She's never actually wrong. And lilya hates that she admkres Rodya's work. Its really very good work.

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

Eye contact. Indirectness for the sake of politeness. Preformative social politeness in general. Stupid socialising to maintain basic social social structures. Is a lot of the reasons that she's always gelt rather drawn to the jägers. The culture jägers had deveover years had simplified down significantly compared to the townie culture. More direct with easier to read cues. So, after realizing some things about herself a few years after getting her mechanic position, after becoming a jäger especially, she decided to simply full drop participating in those etiquettes if they didn't actually feel like it.

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

Full time jobs. Which in 1800s and prior meant something different, but still. Especially farmers. She understands the irony of essentially having no life/work seperation, of having sworn herself to her job, yet fearing the concept of daily(ish) work. She hasn't had to do that, not even as a mechanic's assistant when there were several assistants who filled in what days they would do in a week themselves. She did two days with 6 hour shifts, and two days with 3 hour shifts. The idea of six hour shifts four five days sounded soul crushing.

Most of being in the army, though, she still gets to spend her time in a more relaxed way, including fighting. Its more rare when they're sent to run around doing menial tasks for hours on end with no meaningful contact with anyone they care about nor time alone.

[sparkyarmadillo]

For the longest time, my self insert was a jäger (priorly a minion, but who in Mechanicsburg isn't, really). Not born lovally though. Eventually, the story she was designed for (a blatant dimension travel quite literally self insert story) was abandoned, her backstory then written/reworked to be in-universe compliant, as were some mannerisms, knowledge etc (sicne she no longer has knowledge of our universe and the comic).

Diverged into her own character from there, but i still shove my personal thoughts, preferences, quirks, allegorical experiences and general projections onto her, so she's very much grown with me, even if she's not quite exactly me like she once was.

Would love more polls on further questions, caus ethen i can *think* about those questions for her. It'll be *fun*.

Girl Genius Self Insert OC Poll

The world of Girl Genius is frightfully well populated for a setting of Marvelous Manic Mad Science. It's very easy to imagine all sorts of folk in the background feuding, flouncing, fighting, (and other verbs that start with f ;)) without necessarily crossing paths with the main story. With that in mind, let's imagine for a moment...

[rickyyysaurus]

Everyone say hi to my rainwing oc/sona, Banana :]

Managed to finish this just in time for art fight to start tomorrow, yippie!!!

[s0diepop]

i know this makes sense to nobody but i fear i love his angsty swag

au where isaak is the one who gets crowbar'd, pit'd and comes back with a bloodlust. and finally gets to grow a shitty beard that keeps getting interrupted by his constant scarring

[ichijager13]

Teach Me How to Be Loved

Pairing : Eren Jäger x reader, Reiner Braun x Reader (past relationship), Jean Kristein x Reader (past relationship)

Characters: Eren Jäger, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger, Jean Kristien, Reiner Braun, Carla Jager, Sophie Jäger

Tags: Unhealthy copping mechanism, unhealthy relationships, childhood trauma, physical and verbal abuse, self-esteem and trust issues, domestic violence, implied/ referenced cheating and a touch of sweet, lovable and non fuckboy Eren Jäger, German-speaking Eren.

This work is brought to you by Lana Del Rey’s songs

I found this illustration on pinterest, credits to the artist

Updates on mondays and thursdays

Playlists : Reader’s POV, Eren’s POV

Summary

“I explained my hurt and still got hurt so I learned to stop talking”

They say you can’t break a broken heart, but how many times should a heart be broken to become immune? 

Believing she had her share of suffering; reader decides never to expect a tomorrow from her one-night stands and to close her heart for good. everything goes according to her plans until one day, she wakes up in his bed. 

His name is Eren Jäger and he is more than determined to pierce the hard rock ice covering her heart.

A/N: It’s been a while since I posted something, it was because of this fic. I came up with the idea over a month ago and started a draft but was too afraid to engage.

This work contains a detailed description of physical and verbal abuse, please read the tags.

Also, if you are a victim of any form of domestic abuse, please seek help. I know it’s not easy but it’s better than being stuck in this endless vicious cycle.

I also would like to thank you for all the support you give me and for the reactions. I hope you like this story because it means a lot to me. Stay safe please.

List of chapters

Chapter I  Cold heart and hands and aptitude

Chapter II  Cause I’ve got monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off

Chapter III Your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head

Chapter IV For a little piece of haven

Chapter V I've got much more than that, like my memories, I don't need that

Chapter VI I’m not looking for true love tonight

Chapter VII Fuck yeah, give it to me, this is Heaven, what I truly want

Chapter VIII Are you gonna tell me now? Are you gonna tell me later?

Chapter IX Don't cry about him, don't cry about him

Chapter X Cause there's a man that's in my past… there's a man that's still right here… he's real enough to touch in my darkest nights

Chapter XI What’s the worst, that could happen to a girl who’s already hurt?

Chapter XII When I'm in your arms, feel like I have it all  

Chapter XIII Heaven is a place on earth with you

Chapter XIV  I've got a burning desire for you

Chapter XV Who am I to sympathize when no one gave a damn

[agasmask]

silllies and goofes

[r6-unifiedlands]

Rainbow's R&D Department Groupchat (Ft OC)

When one of your colleagues keep a close contact with the PMC that stole your fellow operators

[moon-drunk-monster]

Absolutely delighted with these two beautiful pieces commissioned from @straydaddy (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

He's got such an amazing style and I'm beyond words to describe how in awe I am with these. Please check out his other incredible work ❤

They are my recom and scientist oc, Jager and Linette! An odd couple to be sure! A mid 40s egotistical scientist and her obsessive amnesiac recom escort!

[unbindingkerberos]

Preparation

Warning(s): Blood

Author's Note: IM BACK BABY!! Sorry haven't been posting as much was busy with writer's block and personal matters. Nevertheless, I hope you guys enjoy!

Words: 831

Tags: @onehornedbeast @shegetsburned @chadillacboseman @illmetbymoonlight @children-of-epiales @linoleum-ice @scentedcandleibex

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Marius has never felt pressured to pull a trigger before.

He has done the action countless times that it has integrated into his body. But under the hard gaze of Amarice Locke, all muscle memory vanishes instantaneously. The German shudders tensely and his finger moves to the trigger–

And it hits the target. 

Marius lets out a shaky sigh but sucks the air back in once Amarice spoke. “15 seconds…” 

“What?”

“It took you at least 15 seconds for you to shoot the target.”

The older woman tuts and crosses her arms. “I would have shot you under five.” Grace and Masaru did not exaggerate when they said Amarice was… well they said a lot about her. Marius didn’t believe it at first but then he saw what they went through. He was just passing by that day when he saw Grace, Masaru, Dominic, Olivier and Mark doing bench presses outside in the middle of a thunderstorm with Amarice on the sidelines holding out an umbrella for Gustave who looked like all the blood had been drained from him. 

So when Amarice had offered some shooting practice earlier, Marius was visibly nervous.

“Oh sorry…” Was all Marius managed to muster out. The older woman huffs and gestures for Marius to retry. Marius gulps and does it–

“Again

Again

Again

Again

Again

Again

Again…”

By the last round, Marius’s body is slick with sweat and his grip trembles. Amarice moves to inspect the target, her finger traces the outline of each individual bullet hole with keen inspection. “Not bad..” The look she gives Marius is enough for him to start internally panicking and deciphering the strange emotion behind that look. 

But unfortunately, he didn’t decipher the punch that sent him to the floor. Marius groans in pain, muttering curses in his native tongue as he tries to lift himself up. He tastes iron in his mouth and realizes the blood trickling down his nose.

“You should be more alert.” Amarice cracks some knuckles. She offers a hand for Marius to which he hesitantly takes. The older woman pulls him up only to sweep him off his feet. “What did I say?” 

“That I should…. Be… more..” Marius pants. “Alert…?” Amarice sighs and spares him a stern glance. “Get up.” Marius does not want to get up and at the same time he wants to. His legs feel like a stack of cards as he stands. Amarice moves to jab her knee in his stomach, but the German anticipates the attack and blocks her knee. He swings his fist forward only for the older woman to headbutt him in his already leaking nose. 

The pain was electrifying and Marius could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He staggers back, droplets of blood make small spots on the floor. Marius notices Amarice too reeling away, a noticeable bruise in her right cheek.

“Why?”

Amarice’s eyes flicker to Marius. “Why are you doing this? Why did you ask me to come here?” The older woman feels her throat run dry when she answers, “So that when you see Henry again, you’ll know how to kick his ass.”

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An infectious dread makes Marius’s stomach sink to the bottom. The news spreads like wildfire throughout the base: Deimos has been captured and is being brought back to HQ from Emerald Plains. 

Had it not been for Julien’s quick reaction, from what he heard, Fisher would have died and Deimos would have gotten away. He should be feeling happy that the man who killed Harry, who lit the fuze to the fire was in chains.

But…

He wondered among the Keres in Deimos’s squad, was he part of the dead?

Marius closes his eyes and buries the thought. He glances down at the shuffling in his pocket and silences with a tap. If you are still here, then he might be too.

–

It’s done. Proceed to the second phase.

He snaps the phone shut and turns to the Keres behind him. They stand tall and firm, ready to obey their commander. He clasps their hands together. 

“Listen up–”

His footsteps echo as he strides towards them. “Keres-01 Actual has been detained by RAINBOW as according to plan.” The screen flickers alive with Deimos’s picture and his coordinates. “It is expected that in a few days he will be taken to a black site where all RAINBOW operators will gather.” Pictures of various operators pop up in the screen. “We go in silently, then when the moment comes–” he snaps and the Leeches around the room glow in an ominous red– “shoot as many ducks as you’ll like.”

The Keres pump their fists in the air and yell, before they spread out and prepare themselves for the upcoming battle. His eyes wander back to the screen just in time for Marius’s picture to come up.

He fights that primal urge in his body to reach out. He balls his fists to the side.

And Henry wears his mask.

[hats-all-de-hats]

Hy chust learned dat mine askink box vasn't on! Hy don't know vhat hyu luffly pipple dat likes mine hats reviews vould ask, but hyu iz velcome to do zo, if hyu vish.

[muekyn]

I have a question!

Who's the better cook? :D

hi bita!! tysm for your ask!! ^_^ i really appreciate it!

usually our diet consists of snacks and whatever fast food we can afford lol xD

ask me and eren a question and i’ll draw it

[jagervitdefonnyhat]

Questions 8, 9 and 10 for lilya.

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Not particularly loose. At all.. Essentially, if its true, she definitely uses it more, but even then, tends to need to remember to say it, or uses it when particularly emotional. In her mind, love is distinct from care. Plenty people she cares for. But love? Its more limited and in... some varied ways.

She doesn't like everyone in the pack, but as a whole, she loves them. The pack comes with a sort of inherent care, regardless of jäger. On a whole, her place in the pack that she values so greatly, is love, in a slightlymore familial sense. The Heterodynes and the family, that is a mix of obligation and loyalty and unrepayable debt. It is most simply understanding and thankfulness for the centuries long arrangement the Heterodynes have upheld with the town(in varying fashions) which comes to being love, no matter who the Heterodyne is. Neither of these get said aloud as 'i love you' basically ever.

With those of the pack she's closest to, it comes up at least twice a month, or if they say it first. Or special circumstances.

With the humans she's been close to, it was more rare. The sense of not wanting to acknowledge she's gotten attached cause when they die itll hurt more. But inevitably it comes up at least a few times after some years knowing them

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

I think it'd be tough, but by accident? But fairly tame by jäger standards? She's naturally blunt and sees no reason to not explain a point to someone if they're being stupid. And has rather poor control at wording or tone. But has no patience to bother force them to not do the stupid thing. If its a problem, someone with rank can deal with them later. Thats an issue for someone with responsibilities. Unless its someone she cares about. If Barsin decided for some inexplicable reason to try jumping off a cliff after breaking a leg for no reason, well, Mamma can deal with him. Unless she's gonna get yelled at too, then he's gonna get dragged away from the cliff by the horns. She'll still drag him back if he jumps off anyways out of loving care, with minor jostling even. Instead of ditching him there to learn a lesson.

For the first few decades of her life, she thinks she prefers tough love. Her biological parents raised her on that first, and she never quite responded well to gentle love after getting adopted in Mechanicsburg. She would rather need to figure out a solution herself after doing something stupid, would rather do the stupid thing than have someone try and be all empathetic about 'i know you want to sweetie, but maybe don't'. Tough love is mostly what she expects to face, from people she barely knows. And therefore simply avoids doing things that would result in facing it.

She does get to know some jägers, though. And with them comes more gentle, comparitively speaking, techniques. Which then results in her being comfortable doing stupid things just for fun on ocassion. But she certainly prefers it. And will take whoever is trying to tell her no into serious consideration before deciding whether to ignore them.

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

It changes up. Most commonly, on a more day-to-day basis, it'll be new fun facts. Fun facts ranging from science discoveries to gossip to updates on the vegetable garden. Long as she can make sure everything is as factual as able, for the time. She won't tell everyone, per se, but will bring it up regardless of if its reasonable to.

But higher excitement level, it'll be whatever is her newest intrest. Mostly learning craft skills. For this, she will actually tell everyone. Regardless of their personal interest or if she doesn't like them. If its a jäger she doesn't like, she'll actively choose to annoy them by telling them any updates on her craft learning journey.

[rickyyysaurus]

Dinosona time dinosona time dinosona time

[queerlilchinchin]

Question for you ocs!!! How many would get vengeful after a breakup? And to what degree of vengeful would it be?

I'm sure a lot would.

However, Jasmine likes to get even by being even sexier than she was in the relationship.

You don't want her anymore? That's fine and dandy, but she's sure going to make you feel tortured with sexy nostalgia as she struts in front of you, showing off everything you're missing out on now that you're no longer together.

Being happy and sexy are the greatest form of getting even after a break up, not that she's usually the one broken up with. But in theory...

[ichijager13]

Teach me how to be loved

Chapter VIII

Are you gonna tell me now? Are you gonna tell me later

Pairing : Eren Jäger x reader

Characters: Eren Jäger, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger.

Tags: Unhealthy coping mechanism, unhealthy relationships, childhood trauma, physical and verbal abuse, self-esteem and trust issues, domestic violence, implied/ referenced cheating, and a touch of sweet, lovable, and non fuckboy Eren Jäger

This fic is brought to you by Lana Del Rey’s songs

Masterlist, AO3,  Playlists: Reader’s POV, Eren’s POV

A/N:Please read the content warning before starting to read my work.

Likes and reblogs are more than appreciated

Have a nice day/evening

The next morning, Eren was still asleep when your eyes fluttered open. Recalling you didn’t have dinner last night; you carried your sleepy self to the kitchen. Looking for ingredients to make breakfast, you stood in front of the fridge scanning its content when you heard footsteps rushing to the kitchen.

“Vatty”. A voice called from the hallway. “Oma hat Apfelkuchen gemacht. (Grandma made an apple pie)”. The voice sang. Confused, you closed the fridge. In front of you stood a young girl.

Frozen, you stood there, as a pair of familiar teal green stared back at you. you felt steam coming out of your ears the second you realized you were dressed in only your panties and a loose shirt that barely covered your ass.

“Sophie”. Another voice called causing your eyes to widen in horror. “Da bist du ja. Wievielmal… (There you are. How many times…)”. The middle-aged woman stopped mid-sentence when she spotted you.

 Unaware of what was happening in his kitchen, Eren quickly stepped into a pair of fresh underwear before leaving his bedroom. “For a split second, I thought you ran away again”. He joked coming into the kitchen, only to be greeted by the sight of the three of you staring awkwardly at each other.

 Seeing her son’s face fall, Carla had a hard time holding her laughter. “Mom, what…”. He started before he glanced at your fidgeted figure next to the fridge and then at his daughter.

“Vatty, wer ist sie? (Who is she?)”. Sophie whined wrapping her arms around Eren’s leg. 

 You don’t speak German but you knew what the word vatty means, this girl was his daughter, Eren was married, and you slept with a married man. A feeling of disgust overwhelmed you when the realization hit you.

 “Und warum bist du nackt. (And why are you naked)”. She added nose scrunched. 

The little girl had a bandage above her eyebrow. That’s why he left in a hurry the other day, you mused.

Still in shock, Eren looked down at the four-year-old brunette. “She’s… she’s a…”. He threw looks Carla’s way. With pleading eyes, he silently sought help. “She’s a friend of mine”. He stumbled over his words. 

Enjoying the situation, Carla pressed her fist to her mouth in an attempt to hide the obvious smirk adorning her face.

 Sophie’s gasp caught everyone’s attention. “Vatty, what happened to your back?” She asked her father suspiciously. Hearing her words, you wished the earth could swallow you right here and now.

“Sophie, mein maus. Vatty has important things to do”. Carla who decided this was enough embracement for her son, finally spoke. “How about we leave him the cake we made and come back later”. She winked at her son.

“Aber ich will bei ihm bleiben, es ist sein freier Tag. (But I wanna stay with him, it’s his day off)”. she frowned, crossing her arms upset.

“There, there Schatz”. Carla cooed holding the brunette in her arms. “Now let’s say auf wiedersehen to vatty. We will come back later, Ich verspreche. (I promise)”. Defeated, Sophie stopped squirming before throwing looks your way. “Gut gemacht. (Well done)”. Carla spoke in a hushed tone to the tall green-eyed man, laughing when his ears became redder. “Have a nice day”. She sang offering you a bright smile you failed to return.

 “Sie ist schön. (She’s beautiful)”. Eren heard his daughter saying.

“Ja, ist sie. (Yes, she is)”. Carla replied.

“Aber nicht so hübsch wie ich. (But not as pretty as me)”. Eren chocked hearing her words. “richtige Oma? (Right, grandma?)”. the sound of his mother’s laughter before she closed the door behind them made him cringe.

 “Good morning”. he spoke awkwardly heading your way.

“I’m leaving”. You hissed finally recovering from your state of stupor.

“Wait, what, no, wait, it’s not what you think”. 

You crossed your arms giving him a side look. “She literally called you father. I don’t know what’s ambiguous about it”.

His shoulders dropped in defeat. “Yes, Sophie is my daughter”. He knew this was going to be hard but he was willing to try and explain things to you.

“And she saw a half-naked stranger in her kitchen with her half-assed-naked father”. You glanced back at him. “Naked father, I mean”.

“I’m wearing briefs”. He pointed out.

“It doesn’t matter”. You shouted. “What do you think crossed her mind when she saw this?” you pointed at yourself. “Her father with another woman in their house, a half-naked one with a bedhead, I should precise”. You slammed your hands against the countertop. “I know men are trash, but this, you… you are above all of my expectations”. You gritted. “I bet this isn’t even your main residence, that somewhere in the suburbs you have a family house with a wife waiting for her beloved husband to come home”. If eyes could kill, Eren would be six feet underground by now. “What did you tell her this time, huh? You are out of town? You didn’t leave work early so you’ll spend the night here? Or…”. He shut you up with a kiss. “Get away from me”. you shoved him.

“Then let me explain myself”. He let his arms land on the small of your back. “I’ll kiss you again if you don’t let me speak”. He threatened. “She thinks you’re beautiful but not as beautiful as her”. He baited his lips to hold back his laughter remembering his daughter’s words. “Your bedhead is cute, the “men are trash” part hurts, a lot. You’re right this isn’t the main residence and I do have a house in a residential area but”. He rose a finger stopping your unformed protests. “I don’t live there, not anymore. This is where I spend most of my days. No, I don’t have a wife waiting for me”. he followed; arms still looped around you. “She passed away four years ago while giving birth to that wonderful little thing who stormed in here half an hour ago. Now my mother, the woman you saw minutes earlier, lives there with Sophie, my daughter”. He topped the explanation with one of his stupid bright smiles that makes you want to squish his cheeks and kiss him. “Can I kiss you now?” he tilted his head.

“So, I didn’t sleep with a married man?” You whispered looking down.

“You slept with a widower”. He corrected. “May I?” He asked again, your noses were touching. After what felt like an eternity to Eren, your lips finally met.

 “How come Annie never mentioned you have a kid”. You mused while cutting fruits to decorate the crepes you made.

“I guess she either assumed I have already told you or that we will never see each other again”. He winced when you slapped his hand when he stole some of the strawberries you chopped.

“And why you never told me?” you threw him a questioning look. “Do you have whipped cream?”

“You always run away and you never asked”. he pointed out opening the fridge. “Here”.

“Thanks”.

“I know nothing about you either”. He propped his head on your shoulder.

“You never asked and I always run away”. You replied. “Besides, there’s nothing interesting about me”.

He scoffed. “Is this some femme fatale technic?” He moved his lips from behind your ear to your nape, leaving soft pecks behind him.

“No, just the plain truth”. You glared at him when he attempted to steal some chocolate chunks. “How about you set the table?” your lips brushed when you turned your head.

“Ay, ay captain”. Not wanting to encourage him, you stifled your laugh. “All I know is that you work at Arlet & CO, that you’re good at drawing, and that you love reading”. He stated. “A design engineer, since you went to Wolfsburg”. He followed setting two dishes and two glasses on the kitchen table.

“Elementary, my dear Watson”. You replied, sprinkling toppings on the crepes. “What toppings do you love? I’m doing strawberries and wiped cream for myself”.

“Blueberries, please”. He handed you a box of powdered sugar. “Plus, some of this on top, please”. You took the box from him and resumed work. “You said you know Annie from six years ago, you’re not from here?”

“I moved to this town after graduation. I was born and grew up in Saint Paul, a small town in Nebraska”. You cleaned the countertop and placed Eren’s crepes in front of him. “I went to Rhode Island School of Design where I had my master's in industrial design”. You added taking place at the table. “I got there thanks to a scholarship, anything else?”

“These are delicious”. He hummed taking another bite. “Who taught you how to cook?”

“I learned by myself thanks to cookbooks”. You answered. “What about you?”

“Impressive”. He breathed. “I was born and grew up here in Newark. Mikasa, my deceased wife, and I met Armin and became friends with him when I was six. I went to MIT, majored in mechanical engineering, got married at the age of 29, and had Sophie a year later. I worked at different facilities of Volkswagen before joining the R&D department in Allendale shortly after I got married. And I have been named the head of that facility months ago”. He handed you his dish after he finished. “Can I have another one, with strawberries this time please”.

“You worked only at Volkswagen?” you asked making him another one.

“Yes, I was hired right after I graduated. Thank you”. he smiled before taking a bite. “Why industrial design?”

“Because I love drawing and I’m good at it. plus, the college offers a scholarship and the job pays well. Why mechanical engineering?”

“When we were young, Armin and I tried to build a plan”. A breathy chuckle left his chest. “And we did it, but it broke down to pieces before it even left the ground. I bawled my eyes out that night. The next morning, we promised each other to become engineers and build solid motors”. He locked gaze with you. “I got accepted in MIT and a year later he got a scholarship to Georgia Tech”.

 After breakfast, you did the dishes together, got dressed, and left the apartment. Him, to see his daughter and you back to your empty, cold, and lonely house.