روايات وقصص ضمن Booktok Hoodies

Both sets of eyes drop as tug off my hoodie in one smooth, overheated motion to reveal my tee slogan. ‘Don’t bully me. It turns me on.’ I think it’s funny. But honestly, I didn’t think I would be taking my hoodie off. If I thought I would be visiting the surface of the god damn sun, I would have gone for something more appropriate. Corrian’s mouth twitches. Viking licks his bottom lip. And me? I’m one sweat-glossed inch away from crawling back into the woods and letting a possum raise me. It's really time to go now.

A man in a black hoodie and jeans. Weird choice for a rooftop pool, buddy. Before I can react, a strong hand shoves me, guiding me—no, forcing me—toward a secluded corner. My heart slams into my ribs. "What the hell, man? You could’ve—" But the words die in my throat. Because the guy in the hoodie yanks down his cap. Pulls off his bandana. Revealing dark eyes. Dark hair. And a grin. "Surprise, surprise.”

Nobody noticed me, so I never thought it was really necessary. Until now. "Not even a simple T-shirt?" He asks as if this is the most surprising thing anyone has ever told him. "No." I look down, my cheeks burning in embarrassment as he looks at me. "Here. Go put this on and I'll take you to get your face painted." He hands me a hoodie that was in his bag. The light material felt warm and soft in my hands. The white color contrasting with the red and black lettering. His name and number printed on the back and the team and school name on the front.

Maybe happiness really did make her prettier, and there was a feeling in his chest that was wanting her to be happy, even for the littlest things. After almost an hour of finding clothes that would suit her, he finally decided to buy the thick yellow hoodie with a pair of bunny ears on its hood. It looked cute, but he wasn’t certain whether Seleen would even want to wear that. He decided to buy her a hoodie because he knew that she’d still want to wear her school uniform. At least, he could still wear the uniform while wearing the hoodie at the same time. Using the change that was left, he also bought her some snacks to eat.

I said and tossed her a zip up hoodie when she had finished. She smiled her thanks and put it on while I pulled on another one. We only had two and they were both mine but Willa only liked to wear my hoodies so she never bought any for herself, despite my years of trying. I smiled at her again. She looked so little and sweet in the oversized hoodie with her braids. No one would ever guess that she was capable of all the shit we've pulled over the years.

He commented and I shrugged, "Well, I had a good teacher." His smile grew wider and his gaze flickered down to my jacket then back to my eyes, he gave me a knowing look and the side of his lip pulled up in a smirk, "You look so damn hot right now," He commented, casually addressing the motorcycle hoodie he had bought for me today. I narrowed my eyes playfully at him before I tiptoed and pressed my lips to his in a quick kiss. It was a black hoodie with armor, it had a white stripe over the sleeves, accompanied by blue lines, he knows it's my favorite color. The pattern of the jacket matched the ones on the helmet and the boots.

He walks over to my desk and grabs my rucksack. “Let’s get you organized then shall we?” he says. I nod. I’ve never known of a doctor being so nice, maybe it’s his type of job role. He starts packing my rucksack for me with my books and files for school. I walk over to my wardrobe and to grab some clothes. I open the doors and stare at the t-shirts I have. I pick my band tee, dark blue skinny jeans and my Van’s. I look at the side of my wardrobe at my hoodies I grab my black Van’s hoodie.

“Come.” Hilda took her to a boutique. Keondra happily looked around. “This is amazing!” “Should've taken you to the mall in Kraxuris.” “This is fine too.” “Yeah, but everything is better, and bigger in Kraxuris.” Hilda picked out a black hoodie. “This is nice.” “It looks just like my shirt.” “It's called a hoodie.” “What is a hoodie?” Keondra took it from her. “It's longer than mine.”

Vivienne was curled up in Knox’s hoodie. A new one, not the worn and torn piece of comfort she’d clung to for the past year. That one was still safe in her drawer, of course. No way was she letting him throw it out. But this hoodie was soft, still fluffy on the inside, and it smelled like him. Fresh and familiar. Perfect. And the fact that she now had access to an unlimited supply of these made her a little giddy.

“Change. Quickly.” I blink, confused, then unzip it. Inside I find folded clothes—black trousers, a simple T-shirt, a hoodie with fraying strings, and a pair of boots that look worn but sturdy. My breath catches. “Where did you get these? They’re my size.” Tobias’s lips twitch into the smallest smile. “They’re not. They’re children’s clothes. From laundry duty. No one notices what’s missing if you’re quiet about it.” I hold the hoodie in my hands, soft from too many washes, and for the first time in days I feel something like hope touch my skin. “Why?”