Jacksepticeye Hoodie Novels & Stories

The sound of heels dragging on the pavement made Josey turn around fast, wanting to watch, but all she could see was Tarrin’s polo shirt in her way. She tried to peek around him, but he tried to stop her realizing Linux was wearing the same hoodie from when they were at the eatery earlier. Luckily Tarrin had left the over coat and hat he was wearing in the back seat. “Hey that’s..I recognize that hoodie!” Josey exclaimed the moment she finally caught a glimpse of Linux coming around to the driver side of his car. “Yes, they are popular. Now let’s get you home.” He said suddenly dragging her on the sidewalk past Linux’s car as it started to take off down the road.

"Y-you're Alisa Vega! Whoa!" He excitedly pointed at Jester, "Why didn't you SAY you're girlfriend is Alisa Vega?!" "She's not my girlfriend!" Jester said, exasperated. "She's our neighbor--" "Is that a limited edition Sunday Graveyard hoodie in cobalt blue, the one that sold out so fast only fifty people in all three worlds managed to get one?!" Alisa got up suddenly, pointing at the said hoodie slung over his brother's shoulder. "Even I didn't get one!"

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

he says, making me melt. “You got me more than one gift, Kaeden?” I ask and take both from him. I sit down on my bed after placing the frame on the bed and unwrap the big box. My eyes widened in shock! Inside is a set of clothes, a red and black baseball jacket with my name on it and the number eight on it. Setting it down, I pulled out two shirts, one black with Cyro’s name on it on the back and in front. It had an outline in light blue of a wolf, while the other shirt was a black and blue checked shirt. I pulled out a pair of plain black jeans and white sneakers that had a wolf printed on the outside of the left shoe and Cyro’s name on the other.

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.”