Romans & histoires Jacksepticeye Hoodie

Jaxson rumbled low, his dark amber eyes tracking the slight tremor in Liam's collarbone. He didn't get up from his knees. Instead, the captain reached behind his back, his massive arm stretching to grab his discarded team hoodie from the bench. He shook it out, the heavy, thick cotton smelling intensely of cedar, ice, and the dark, musky scent of his own skin. He guided it over Liam’s head, his large hands careful as he slid the oversized sleeves down Liam’s lean arms. The fabric swallowed the figure skater completely, the hem falling halfway down his thighs, enveloping him in Jaxson’s heavy, protective warmth. Liam emerged from the collar of the hoodie, his blond hair messy, his blue eyes d

No matter the day or time, that room was always empty, waiting for whenever he needed an escape. Soon, the bright gold lights of the Grand Horizon came into view. Julian drove past the heavy security gates and pulled into the private parking section at the side of the building. He turned off the engine, and the sudden silence felt heavy. Before pulling off his helmet, Julian reached into his pocket and took out a black cloth face mask. He slid it over his nose and mouth, pulling his hoodie tight over his head. The last thing he wanted was for a group of paparazzi or fans to recognize him and start taking photos.

Her eyes drift to the passenger seat of the truck and comes to rest meaningfully on what’s lying there. A grey hoodie that isn’t mine, two sizes too broad in the shoulder, and I know for a fact still smells like sugar and smoke because I can scent him from here like an idiot with a problem. "That's not yours." "It's cold in the mornings." "You have a jacket. You’re currently wearing your jacket. That has the Apex logo on it..." She tilts her head. Her eyes go narrow and slow, a lock deciding whether to turn. I stop breathing. Straight up stop.

He always knows. He glides to the boards right in front of me and looks up. His grin is stupidly perfect. "You're still here." "I'm always still here." He laughs and skates toward the players' tunnel. I know what comes next. I grab my bag and hurry around to the back entrance, the one near the locker rooms. The storage room door creaks when I push it open. It's small in here, just hockey sticks, boxes of tape, and a bench along the wall. Damon's already there, waiting. His hair is wet from the shower now. He changed into jeans and a hoodie.

I agreed. The dryer dinged. Jax opened the door and started pulling out his warm clothes. He stopped and held up a grey hoodie; the one I used to borrow all the time when we were first together. He looked at it for a long beat, then he did something I didn't expect. He tossed it to me. "You're shivering," he said. "Put it on. You can't get sick before the puck drops." I caught the hoodie. It was warm from the dryer and smelled exactly like him. I pulled it over my head.

Josh’s face lit up at the sight of him. Chris chuckled. “You’re right—he’s definitely in a good mood today. You must have signed that partnership contract with him. What else could make him like this?” Daven smiled with deliberate meaning. The truth was… not quite that. But there was no harm in bending it to his advantage. “Here, this is your hoodie. I heard from Uncle Chris this one’s your favorite, Josh?” Josh nodded eagerly. “Uncle Chase bought it for me when we went to a baseball game last year.”