Handsome Squidward Shirt Novels & Stories

he complimented while Amora's cheeks heated up immediately. He tied the shoe laces, "They look good on you." He said while she tucked away her hair shyly. Antonio snapped his fingers and the store attendants came close, "I need a red hoodie, I don't want her wearing that cheap thing." He said referring to Amora's dress. "Something expensive," he said with his arms crossed over his muscular chest, "Follow them," he ordered Amora, who trailed behind the attendants. Amora came back to Antonio wearing a red hoodie and blue jean pants which stirred Antonio's desire, he adjusted on his seat.

He was so sweet, but I doubted that would help me much against a room of a thousand bloodthirsty eyes that shared a common goal of throwing the omega out. Sensing my unease, he stripped himself out of his grey hoodie and handed it to me. “Here. No shirt in sight.” I pulled the massive hoodie over my head. I could fit three other arms in the sleeves! I groaned, but it could actually work. I could have breakfast in peace. Hopefully.

With Kaiden shirtless and me in his room, what would someone think if they saw us? “It's Savannah, can I come in?” Kaiden and I looked at each other for a moment. No. She definitely couldn't come in. A brick of guilt fell into my stomach and continued to sink. I couldn't let her see us like this. “Hold on. I'll be with you in a moment,” Kaiden said, walking over to his bed and picking up an exquisitely embroidered shirt with buttons on the sleeves and neckline. I hadn't even noticed before that the pants he wore matched the top. I must have interrupted him while he was dressing up.

~Zara Todd’s POV~ My eyes flutter as I see him from the small separation of the hospital clothes. My eyes couldn’t stop staring at him. Is he the same guy that I know for the last two days? I can see him taking off his hood and on his white school uniform. His wide and broad shoulders don’t sadden me for being so much gorgeous and manly. Does this kind of body even exist in the whole world? My eyes couldn’t close their shutter after looking at him. His large biceps were rarely seen through the black hoodie but right now, I can clearly see how huge they bump out through his arms even in his white shirt.

Even after what had happened today, thinking about Adrian made me feel a little lighter. I walked past the clothing section on my way to the payment counter, and a particular shirt in a nearby clothing section caught my eye. It was a nice, grey button-down. I knew it would look perfect on him. Adrian had closets full of clothes, yes, but this would be special because, well... it was from me. I picked it up and continued my walk to the payment section, where a woman with a bright smile was attending to another customer, so I waited patiently in line.

“WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!” “Whatever do you mean, brother? How would I know? Aren’t those shirts right there?” She said, pointing at the open luggage and feigning innocence. The shirts are in neon colors: pink, green, orange, and yellow. Jude picks up one of the shirts, and the logo reads, ‘GIRLS WANNA HAVE FUN!’ Then he picks up another one, and it has a teddy bear riding a unicorn. Not to mention, they all look a size too small.

“Admit it. You’re having fun too.” “I’m freezing my nipples off. And people think you're out of my league” He glanced down, raising an eyebrow. “Want my hoodie?” “No.” He pulled it off anyway, yanked it over my head before I could fight. It smelled like him cedar and something sharp and clean. It’s huge. The sleeves swallowed my hands. I glared up at him. “I said no.” “You’re welcome.” He’s only in a T-shirt now, goosebumps on his arms, but he didn’t seem to care. “Better?”

I retort. He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it." I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress. His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.

The coach had flat out told her not to bother trying out for the former, and the latter had gotten her harassed by the type of boys who unironically demanded she debate her favourite episode of the original Star Trek series, so bake sales and nature hikes it was. With their agreement in place, they both prepared to leave. The pots were washed and put away, and the jars of jam left to cool on the windowsill. Before they set out, Marcus stopped Vivienne and handed her one of his hoodies; a dark, well-worn piece of clothing that still bore the heavy scent of his musk. “What am I supposed to with this?” The woman accepted it with a humorous smirk, her fingers brushing the fabric, feeling its wei

I wasn't expecting any company, and I certainly didn't look the part of someone who had plans tonight. I stood up from my work desk, looking down at my "Let's Avo-Cuddle" t-shirt that had 2 hugging, smiley-faced avocados on the front. It didn't get any better from the waist down, as I was sporting some black sweatpants and obnoxiously fluffy bunny slippers. I also was a wreck from the neck up, with a face that was puffy from my random breakdowns and my hair tied into a knot on the top of my head.