Flirts Have Feelings Too- Jean Kirschtein x Reader
You clenched your teeth in disgust.
Feet away from your current position on the field, a cadet with long, red hair giggled at a pickup line from none other than the Jean Kirschtein. He had his hands on his hips in a pretentious manner and displayed a smile that made the girl he was talking to giggle again.
God. Did he ever stop flirting? At least twice a day you would catch him trying to seem strong or act suave in front of other girls and frankly, it pissed you off beyond belief.
You were raised believing in honor and integrity. Bedtime stories of heroes off to save the day and watching the Recon Corps march to battle led you to become an outstanding young lady with respect for others. It was no surprise to your family when you readily announced that you'd be enlisting in the Trainees Corps on your twelfth birthday.
"Oi, (Name), we're just about done here, time for class." Your sparring partner lifted themselves off the ground and dusted off the dirt that had gathered on
mistletoe. jean kirschteinYou rummaged in every corner of your cupboard, and you somehow cannot find your winter mittens. Having the job of decorating the outside portion of the house would be absolutely hell without your gloves.
Rendered defeated, you slammed the cupboard shut and walked towards the door, you'll just have to make with what you can.
The outside was blanketed with snow. Layers and layers of thick white ice beneath your feet. You ran your bare hands on the wood that made the walls, and felt a sharp shiver run along your arm as your skin made contact with the snow.
Feeling the sense of fulfilling your responsibility, to walked off to the other side of the house. And as you were walking, you found a series of mistletoes laureled all over the brim of the roof. The look of slight disgust fell on your face and you decided to ignore the little devils, and instead, head over to your destination.
Once you reached your target, you grew surprised to see Jean sitting on one of the benches, draped in
It's just Hair: Jean Kirschtein x ReaderThe mirror was smudged with some type of cream; even so you could see your reflection just fine. You hated the girl looking back at you. She wasn’t you at all she just had your face. Starting to pull back your hair, you stop half way and stare at the long [h/c] hair that fell around you.
Frowning you drop your hair, you want to cut it but what would HE say? He always tells you your hair is beautiful. Long hair just didn’t suite you, plus it was more of a hassle then it was worth. Flipping the [h/c] locks over your shoulder so it all lay down your back you turn around making your way out of the small bath room.
“Being in the military should be the only reason he needs to know why I have cut my hair.” Muttering this you stride down the hall grabbing some scissors from the supply room, setting out on a search for a person to cut it as well. Walking into the kitchen you see Petra sitting at the table reading a book. Looking at her for a second you walk up to her an