Jacksepticeye Hoodie Novels & Stories

Jake slowly let me down, his hands lingering on my hips as I smoothed out my clothes. "I have to go," I said, my voice shaky. "Take the hoodie," he said, handing me the gray fleece. "Cover up. I don't want anyone else seeing what I just saw." I pulled the hoodie over my head. It was huge on me, reaching mid-thigh, and it smelled exactly like him. I felt a strange, electric buzz starting in my chest. "See you after school?" Jake asked, his hand on the door handle. "Maybe," I said, a small, knowing smile touching my lips.

he said, his eyes fixed on the logo. My heart suddenly began jumping in my chest. I stepped back, my hand flying to the hem of the garment. “What? No!” I needed this hoodie. It would help me through my heat. I didn't even have an Alpha—not even a cruel one like Raymond—to blunt the edge of the pain this time. “What? Do you plan on touching yourself while wearing that felon’s hoodie?” He sneered, stepping forward into the hallway, encroaching on my space. My heart dropped.

a good woman in her own special way, who knows just how to deal with my tantrums, unlike my dad. I heaved a sigh at how frustrated my life would be without Ace. From my peripheral vision, I sighted a guy in a grey Blueberry imprinted hoodie on a pair of black ripped jeans. His hair must have been long because a little mop of platinum blonde hair kissed his shoulder blade despite the hood. The distance didn't benefit any further detailed examination of him. He had a peculiar way of staring at his surroundings as he did the expensive wristwatches concealed in a glass frame. Then, followed the rack of pretty expensive button-up shirts.

I asked for specific labels, a few vintage soft-touch hoodies and some Levis, but apparently, concierge service isn't included in the one million dollar retaining f*e. I pull on a pair of grey sweatpants that are tragically generic. I have to knot the drawstring tight enough to cut off my circulation just to keep them from falling past my hips. The t-shirt is black and hangs off my frame like a tent. Over that goes a hoodie that is clearly sized for a yeti. They swallow my hands entirely. I look in the mirror. The steam is clearing, revealing the damage. My left eye is still a swollen tragedy, though the color has shifted from angry red to a deep, sickly violet.

It fit perfectly. “Perfect fit,” I said. He turned his wrist, inspecting it, “Thank you, Jay.” “You’re welcome.” I smiled, feeling warm all over. “Wait… I got other stuff too.” He arched his brow. “Oh?” I reached into one of the other bags and pulled out the crocs, “For both of us too.” He took it without speaking, eyes never leaving mine. “Another one,” I announced as I pulled out a hoodie. Midnight gray, and soft as sin, with a stitched silver wolf emblem on the back.

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.

Fifty JAMES'S POV — The chilling morning breeze that filled the streets entered the room like a temperature rapidly dropping to the lowest negative degree, even my breath wasn't an exception. I took one slow, deliberate step inside, letting the open door framed us. A spark of electricity short-circuited in my head as soon as my eyes dragged down to the hoodie slung over his shoulder— It was Nicky's limited edition hoodie. It was her favorite that she rarely wore. I knew it damn well to be mistaken.

My hand made contact with my chest as I held on to it till it slowly stopped its previously raging up and down movements. His face was right at my face the exact moment that I opened my eyes and caught me completely off guard to the point of me having a jump scare. His mesmerizing silver orbs were locked on me with worry and care deep within them . I tried to hide my disappointment at seeing his bare chest now being covered up with a matching gray hoodie . I doubted if I succeeded in hiding my disappointment and I honestly don’t care if he saw it or not ,there was absolutely no reason for the hoodie he should have continued being shirtless. It’s not like anyone was complaining.

“He mastered fashion major in design. The company has a designer for that but he insisted on doing it so, “jay explained. I nodded bombshell. Geez, this guy is super talented. “Stop staring at me ash” Justin said that made me startled. He looked at me giving me a bored look. “He may seem to be distant on you but he already cares for you, look” jay catching my attention. I quickly look at him and see him showing me his papers. “He designed your uniform to have a hood with a matching mask”

He wonders what her package might be since the box itself is a bit big, but a little lightweight. He arrives at his apartment and directly went to the kitchen. He puts down the package on the kitchen counter and gets his scissors in one of his drawers. He opens the box with the scissors and he was surprised to see what Jaiden sent him. It was a personalized hoodie. It was a black and blue colored hoodie, with his name at the back, and animated-looking birds in front. Then he remembers his green-cheeked parakeet, named Phili, from his childhood days. He looked inside the box to see if he left something there. He notices that there was a letter from Jaiden. The letter reads;