Jacksepticeye Hoodie Novels & Stories

said Tyler, still holding her up in the air. Autumn rolled her eyes. "Fine. I love you. Happy?" He put her down and chuckled. "Of course." Autumn rolled her eyes. I turned to Hunter and only now did I realize the hoodie he was wearing had 'Keep Calm and Be A Potterhead' printed on the front with a little golden snitch on top of the word 'keep'. "What on earth are you wearing?" He flinched and looked at me nervously. "Do you like it?"

Then JP goes to my backpack and unzips it. “What are you doing?” I ask. “I said I like their… how do you say it?” He makes a pantomime of flipping something over his head. A couple of the kids are wearing jackets with hoods. “Hoodies?” I ask. “Hoodies, yes. And I offer to buy them.” “I need something more than a hoodie,” I say. “A hoodie’s not going to go well with a skirt and heels.” “Yes, yes,” he says impatiently. “I offer to buy the small one’s clothes as well.”

Before they started, while he was trying in the movie CD, she went to his room to check up the wardrobe. "Just few clothes" she heaved a sigh. She checked through it and was glad to have found two hoodies in there. One was black and had the word 'Jerk' written at the back of it while the other was gray and had a black and gray embroidery with the word 'Sexy Boy' She laughed silently while thinking of which to pick. She picked the first one and wore it. The hoodie smelt like him. She sniffed it till when he had caught her in the act.

Jay slightly raises his voice, intimidating and powerful. Tessa shrinks under the weight of his voice. “Stop. Don't scare her.” I turn my head to him. He holds back his rage, clenching his jaws. “What else, Tessa?” “Whenever he came to our house, he wore a black hoodie with an eagle logo. I never saw his face but I know he is evil.” “We need to search the boys' dorms for a black hoodie with an eagle logo.” Words come out of my mouth as my gaze turns to Jay.

I hadn't worn it in a long time out of respect for the mountain of people we lost that day, but I felt like today was a good day to honor the men and women we lost, by wearing a hoodie in honor of the fallen on the day that I would arise from my own ashes. Jack's POV Jake walked out of his room in a fresh getup, and I've got to admit, he looked snazzy and I was only a little jealous. He was wearing a hoodie I never thought would see the light of day again, he refused to wear it out of respect for the soldier we had lost during one of our most bloody conflicts, and yet here he was wearing it with pride. "You really never cease to amaze, don't you?" "You know I always dress to impress, don't I

I pulled the thick black hoodie over my head, letting the soft cotton swallow my soaked shirt completely. The scent of winter air and faint tobacco immediately wrapped around me, acting as a warm shock to my shivering skin. I yanked the collar up high, checking the locker mirror to make sure the dark bruised mark on my neck was completely buried under the fabric. "Rough morning, huh?" I jumped so hard my locker door nearly slammed shut. Mason was leaning against the metal locker right next to mine, his arms crossed casually over his chest. He wore a loose gray jersey, his bright eyes fixed right on my face. When he saw me startle, he smiled softly, a deep dimple appearing on his cheek.

They look somehow suspicious with the way they are dressed up. Both of them were putting on a black hoodie with black pants. They wore face caps and black glasses. "That's him coming over from there!" One of them said inwardly, and Jaden was surprised at how he heard his thoughts. Immediately Jaden looks up, their eyes meet, and what he sees through the person's glasses, scares him. "Werewolf!!"

I'm halfway to the parking lot, still wiping at my eyes with the back of my hand, when I see him. Jack. He's across the hallway near the film theater block, talking to someone I don't recognize. His back is to me, and he’s wearing a thick, black hoodie, which I find weird because New York has been humid since the past week. Then I notice the way he's standing, slightly hunched and careful with his movements like something hurts. When he turns, a sharp gasp leaves my mouth. His hoodie covers his face but exposes enough that I see the bruising along his jaw, the swelling around his eye that's gone a deep, ugly purple, and the cut along his eyebrow that's healing in a thin, dark line.

Jack was on the door I didn’t hear the knock at first. It came again, soft but steady. I checked the time—10:14. Weird. Slipping on my hoodie, I padded barefoot to the door and opened it a crack. Jack stood there, hoodie half-zipped, curls wet from the shower he must’ve taken after I went up. “I didn’t wake you?” he asked. I shook my head. “What’s up?” He held up a hoodie—one of mine. Black, oversized, with a stitched sun and moon design I’d embroidered myself. “You dropped this in the laundry earlier. Figured you’d want it before bed.”

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.”